#Dom!Kurt

[justmeinadaze]

A Toxic Lesson Part 2 (Kurt X Y/N)

A/N: After promising it forever, I finally bare you a part 2. I saw an interview the other day where Joe said he had like a tub of oily hair product they kept to make his hair look the way it does in the film lol Still a sexy boy with dem big hands <3.

Warnings: Kurt is a toxic boy! This relationship is definitely not a healthy one! He gaslights her constantly and through out the two stories her mind slowly slips from ration to irrational. If this triggers you I INSIST YOU DO NOT READ!

SMUT, he is a bit rough with some dominate, strongly possessive behavior, dirty talk, ANGST, all of it. The murders in the film are glossed over till we get to the one in this story. Like the first story I changed some of the dialogue because...I mean you get it...his passenger is a sexist douchebag lol, his death is briefly described but not lingered on. Another death is described in a bit more detail but not too much (if you've seen the film you know; those bottom pics in the picture above is a hint).

Again, Kurt is NOT a good boy. He does get a bit rough with the reader, shoving her against a wall when she mentions something he doesn't like, she talks about her feelings (feeling like this is her fault somehow, wondering if there was more she could have done, etc), Kurts toxic upbringing is mentioned briefly. I think that's everything but alas... if you watched the movie and read my last story you should know what your walking into!

Word Count: 4141

Part 1

You remained silent for the next couple of rides Kurt picked up but your eyes were always scanning him over. What happened? How did he get to this point? Was it something you missed or could have prevented? He had always had a rough childhood with his parent’s divorce and his dad’s drug habit. He felt that strong need to take care of his mother but she always felt so absent. Most of the time Kurt was alone…which was part of the reason you assumed he needed to have so many followers. He needed to be seen, to be loved. 

Maybe my love wasn’t enough…I could have given him more; supported him harder. I should have found a way to give him what he needed. 

As the car stopped at a red light, he turned to glance at you noticing your glazed over look. His soft hand reached out to lightly grip your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him and when his thumb caressed your cheek, a pleasant sigh left your lips. 

“I love you, Kurt.”

His smile melts your heart before the Spree app dings for his next passenger reminding you both of what he was doing. The next person he picked up was a complete douchebag. Any time Kurt tried to say something kind, the man cut him off saying he had somewhere he needed to be and that he needed to “shut the fuck up.”

“HEY! There’s no reason for you to be an asshole! Either be nice or YOU shut the fuck up.”

“Ugh. Control your fucking woman, dude.”

“Hey, alright, come on now. We show women respect.”

“I’ll show her some fucking respect…”, the man grumbled under his breath. 

Your eyes rolled as he continued to complain, even more so when Kurt accepted the call to pick up another passenger. As soon as she got in the car, you liked her. She put the asshole in his place and your boyfriend seemed really interested in her when it came to her career. While the man kept trying to hit on her, Kurt asked her questions and you watched as his whole demeanor changed converting back to that goofy kid you fell in love with. 

“Um, sir, are you a twitter bot or is there a real live human boy in there?”

Kurt blinked as he nervously laughed. “I’m as real as you. I don’t…”

Your jaw clenched as you held in the urge to snap at her. She didn’t know him like you did or what he had been through. In this moment, he was genuinely being kind to her and she was mocking him. What was worse was he also genuinely didn’t seem to get that she was. 

“…you becoming Insta famous has made you a total bitch.”

Kurt slammed on the breaks causing everyone to fly forward as he turned to face the other man. 

“Out!”

You listened to everyone argue before the woman got out of the car and splashed the man with water from her bottle and tossing it at his rear window. Gasping as some of the water hit you, Kurt immediately turned to you, his large palm cupping your cheek as he wiped the liquid away from your lips. 

“Just drive, asshole!”

Kurt’s eyes shifted like it had with the others but instead of panicking, you tilted forward crashing your lips to his. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! Unless this is going to be a three way, can we get a move on so I can fuck my own girl!”

Heavily sighing, Kurt pulled away from you but held your hand as he began to drive again. As he headed for another secluded area, he managed to get the man out of his vehicle as the rider proclaimed obnoxiously that he needed to go to the bathroom. When he turned towards you with that slanted, cocky smile, you knew. 

“Won’t it ruin the car?”

Your boyfriend’s grin grew as he shook his hair away from his eyes and turned his whole body so he could see behind him as he reversed. The thud made you jump as the man rolled over the top and down over the hood. Kurt tilted his head as he watched the body slide off the windshield and onto the dirt.

This time he was surprised when he felt your small hand graze the bulge in his sweatpants. Kurt’s murder filled eyes met your lust filled ones before you lean over to passionately kiss him. His mouth hums against yours as you move your palm faster against him and he rapidly reaches for the waistband of his pants to shove them down just enough to free his cock.

“Wait. Shit. I almost forgot.” As he begins reaching for his phone to turn off the cameras, you grab his wrist. 

“You…you can leave them on if you want to.”

His long, fingers snaked behind your head as his lips trailed up your jawline to the shell of your ear that was furthest from the cameras in front of you. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. No one can see or have your body except me. If I wanted to fuck you in front of these people I would have done it already.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry if I upset you, baby.”

The fingers Kurt had tangled in your hair abruptly tugged you back, forcing you to look up at him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid of me? Hm?”

“I-I-I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore. I just don’t want you to be upset or unhappy.”

Kurt’s eyes soften as he leans forward to kiss your forehead before pressing buttons on his phone to turn off all the cameras.

“As long as I’m with you, baby, I’m happy. I love you so much.” Hearing him say that had a giddy feeling course through your veins. Without looking away, you lick your palm, and he moans as you stroke his length.

Roughly, he unbuttons your jeans and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth making you gag. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Choke on my fingers. Get them nice and wet.”

Removing them with a desperate pop from your lips, his massively large palm slid under the waistband of your underwear making you groan as he thrust his digits inside of you.

Your forehead fell onto his shoulder and that safe feeling washed over you as you inhaled his scent reminding you of nights he held you when he spent the night talking about the future. Those nights when he would tell you all the things he was going to buy you when he became famous, not realizing that as long as you were with him you had everything you wanted. 

Hearing him grunt in your ear, you pumped your hand faster around him as his free hand clung to the back of your neck holding you tighter to him. 

“Y-yes, Y/N. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

Kurt tugged your hair so his lips could find yours till he let go and came in your hand. His own rhythm slowed only for a moment before he pumped his fingers hastily as he kissed your cheek. You clung to him as you panted and the coil snapped. 

“Good…good girl, baby. Are you ok?” You nod as you lean back and try to catch your breath. “Come on. I need to get gas and I can get you something to drink.”

#############

You leaned blissfully against his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone to look up the young lady he previously had in his car pausing for a moment to light up the interior with a big grin that had you smiling as well. 

“She’s got good content.”

“Yeah, I just don’t like the way she talked to you.”

“Aw.”, he coos as he kisses your nose, beaming when your smile grows. “It’s just how influencers talk to each other, honey. It’s ok. She has a show tonight…too bad we can’t go.”

You hold his hand the rest of the way until you stop at a gas station and get out with him to stretch your legs. Hearing him mutter under his breath, you assumed he was talking to the camera which wasn’t abnormal for him until you heard him raise his voice. 

“Yeah, Bobby! That’s because people know we’re on a break right now!”

You chose to remain silent since the last time you brought up his relationship with Bobby he got exceptionally angry. It killed you, though, as he paused to look at his phone and his face fell. He shouted at the screen making you jump before you both finally noticed the cop on the other side getting gas as well. 

As he continued to talk, you scanned the car, and froze when you noticed blood on the front bumper. Kurt followed your eyeline and as nonchalantly as possible leaned against his hood, pulling your sleeve so you could lean against his chest. You held him tightly as your thoughts spiraled into everything that could go wrong if this cop decided to dig further. Your boyfriend felt your fear and ran his palm along your back as he tried to comfort you.

“Seriously, Y/N, leave this loser.”, the little computer voice mocked from his phone. 

“Fuck. Off. Bobby!”, you growled. 

“Leave her alone. She’s been through a lot today.”

As the cop went about his business, Kurt kissed your cheek as they continued their back and forth and you cleaned the front of his car.  

Opening his trunk, he pulled out one of his earlier victims open house signs and tossed them in the trash. 

“What about your promise to me, Bobby! I haven’t seen anything from you! Get in the car, Y/N.”

You do as he commands watching with sympathetic eyes as he slams his trunk and climbs back in beside you. 

“Is-Is he still going to help, Kurt?”

Furiously, he slams his hands against the steering as he sighs in frustration. 

“I’m giving it my all here, goddamn it! Why can’t I get ahead!?”

Carefully, you reach out to brush some of the hair under the Kurt’s World Hat he put on behind his ear. 

“You always give 100%, baby. It’s going to get better. THINGS will get better.”

His wild eyes meet yours before he softly smiles and playfully puts one of his hats on your head. 

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, sweetheart. I don’t think I could have done this alone.”

***

Your mood drastically changed after his last ride/kill and you were angry. First, Kurt insisted you sit in the back with these pretentious people while their friend sat beside him and continuously touched some part of his body like his arm or even his face. Then he drove like a maniac through the streets until heading for his next destination where not only did these two people die violently next you but you watched him kill someone with his own hands like it was nothing.

Of course, who’s the first person he calls afterwards?

“I just got the most epic kill! It was a triple KO! Bobby!”

And of course, Bobby wasn’t amused as he belittled him and everything Kurt was doing. Your boyfriend angrily grabbed his wet wipes from the console and you push back as far from him as you could as he reached over to clean the extra blood off the door beside you. As the phone disconnected and he exited the carwash he finally focused his attention on you. 

“What’s got you so fucking pissed off?” Ignoring him you continue to glare out the window. “Go ahead, Y/N. Out with it! Is it how my friends fucking suck? Or maybe something wrong with my content? Please! Tell me! May as well kick me while I’m fucking down.”

You wanted to scream at him, smack him, or anything else you could think of to hurt him as much as you were hurting but you knew none of that would get through. Rolling down your window, you took off your Kurt’s world hat and tossed it out into the street.

“Hey! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck!?”

“Fuck. You! After everything I’ve done for you and you disrespect me like that!?”

“Like what?!”

“Now this is entertaining.”, the female voice on his phone pings. 

“SHUT UP, BOBBY!”, you both shout in unison.

At a stop light, you got out of the car and power walked up the street to get away from him.  His tires skidded as he parked and ran out to follow you.

“Come on, Y/N. Stop. Talk to me.”, he begged as he tried to block your path with his body. 

“You let that bitch touch you!”, you shouted as you pushed his chest. “’Oh my god. Don’t listen to them. I think you’re a badass.’” Kurt rolls his eyes as you mock the woman’s voice. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! How would you feel if someone was flirting with me and touching my body or face?! You wouldn’t like it would you?!”

“Y/N, I didn’t even notice! All I care about is the fucking lesson!”

“Wow! What a surprise! You only care about your fucking channel and not my feelings! You’re just like your fucking dad!”

He moved in a blur, his eyes darkening as he pushed you against the building behind you. 

“I am nothing like that deadbeat.”, he growled.

“All you father cares about are his fucking records and never gave a damn about you or your mom.” You shove him again and he lets you go. “I didn’t like seeing her touch you but more than anything it hurt me that you didn’t tell her to fuck off. Also…” You hugged your arms around your body. “It scared me a little watching you kill her…like that.”

Kurt sighs as your head hangs and he watches you cry. “Come here, baby.”, he coos as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like I don’t care about you or your feelings. I seriously didn’t notice she was flirting. Y/N, it took me years to even realize that you had a crush on me.” He smirked when he felt you lightly giggle against him. Tugging you back, his palms gently cup your face. “I would never hurt you like that either. YOU have always supported me. YOU have always been there for me. YOU are my number one fan. I don’t want anyone else and I didn’t mean to scare you. Bobby said to add ‘WTF moments’.”, he shrugged.

“Kurt…you said you care about my feelings…please hear me when I tell you that he doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t want to help you. I’m so tired of watching you hurt because he’s not following through with promises he made you.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, he led you back to the car and began driving again. You noticed he didn’t turn his Spree app back on as he began heading to what seemed like no apparent destination as he scrolled through that young lady’s Instagram again. You were so focused on him and listening to him mumble that you didn’t realize where you were until he parked again.

“I hope you’re watching this, Bobby.”

***

Bobby was extremely annoyed when he opened his front door and saw you both on his front porch. Kurt said they needed to talk but the other boy kept brushing him off. As he tried to slam the door on you two, your boyfriend blocked it with his foot. 

“Just remember you asked for this. Sorry, Y/N.”

Bobby tapped his camera and suddenly began streaming making you fume. What made you even more angry was the insults he hurled in Kurt’s direction as he began to sway, trying to seem like he wasn’t hurt by what the boy was saying. Sure, Bobby was a kid but he was old enough to know that what he was saying was rude and selfish. Kurt watched him grow up and was there for him for most of his life. Who did this little shit think he was?

You listen as Kurt announced his plans for the lesson but as Bobby mocked him again, he become incredibly quiet, flashing you an almost sad smirk as he reached into his pocket, and produced a knife. 

The man you fell in love, who was your first everything, and was the reason for your happiness through most of your life charged forward stabbing the person he once called his friend in the stomach. You listened to them wrestle before gun shots suddenly rang out and you ducked down on your knees as you covered your ears. 

Everything became silent and you jumped when you felt hands grab your arms. 

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head as your hands ran over your body to double check. As he kissed your forehead, he showed you the screen on his phone. “Look, honey. We’re in the double digits now.”

***

“Look, baby, oh my god. Triple digits! Hi. Hello, everyone.”

Even though Kurt had made a big deal earlier today about people seeing your body, he still began streaming with you both naked in the shower. He did keep the camera up high enough not to show anything and made sure you were pressed against his chest with his arm protectively around you to make sure you didn’t move in a direction that would expose your breasts. Like a child, you clung to him, completely terrified of everything that just happened. A normal human being would be scared that the person they were in love with just murdered someone but you were too far gone into the moment. You were more concerned that he almost got shot than anything else.

“Guys, no!”, he chuckles. “I didn’t kidnap her…you’re so funny. No, this my girlfriend. We’ve been best friends since like kindergarten and together for over 10 years! 10 years! Can you believe that?! She’s been my number one fan since day one of Kurt’s World and she’s always supported me. I love her so much.”

His eyes look down to meet your big doe ones as you stare up at him as if he hung the moon. Kurt was acknowledging you and finally admitting how much of part you played in him starting his channel. You gave him the courage and support to follow his dreams and he was finally bestowing on you the recognition you felt you deserved. The adoration and loyalty he always seemed to have towards Bobby was now focused on you and your heart melted. 

“I love you, baby.”, he cooed, sloppily kissing your lips before turning to address the camera again. Your mouth attached to his body, tracing up his chest till you reached his neck up to the outer shell of his ear. 

“I need you to fuck me, Kurt. Please.”, you whispered. 

You heard his confident voice faulter for a moment and after wrapping up what he was saying to his new viewers, turned off the stream, and tossed his phone on the floor outside of the shower door. 

His now free palm held the back of your head as he kissed your lips passionately while you clung to his neck. 

“I love you, Kurt. I was so scared that he was going to shoot you.”

“Aw, honey. Nothing is going to kill me tonight. Tonight, I’m invincible and so are you. I would never let anyone hurt you.” Turning you around, he placed your back to his chest as his hands roamed your body. While one skated over your tits, the other found its way between your legs. “Fuck…so fucking beautiful. I love that you’re mine.”

Kurt’s fingers pressed against your clit and you moaned loudly as your own palm looped between you both so you could stroke his cock.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, baby… about Bobby.” You shook your head, not wanting to even hear his name anymore especially after he slid two of his fingers inside of your core. “You were right. You’re always right.”

“K-Kurt, I need you inside of me. Please!”

Grunting, he roughly turned you around and lifted you in his arms as he carried you to his former friend’s gigantic bed. He fell on top of you but you hastily turned him onto his back as you straddle his waist and guided his length inside of you.

“Fuck me.”

Your palms steadied yourself against his chest as you bounced on top of him, groaning as his mushroom tip constantly grazed that spot that had your eyes rolling. Memories flashed through your brain of you two growing up and everything you both had experienced together. You never could have anticipated that your relationship would have led you here but now that you were you couldn’t let him go. He needed you. Right?

“Kurt? I love you.”

“I-I love you to, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“You…you need me right?”

His strong hands took hold of your hips forcing you to stop moving as your eyes met his. Wrapping one arm around you, he held you close to him as he pushed up onto his knees and adjusted your legs so they’d be more comfortable. 

Your boyfriend’s lips tenderly kissed your own as he gripped your behind and maneuvered you till you grinding against him again. 

“I do need you, Y/N. I always needed you. Where would I—mmm—where would I be without you?”

“P-Promise me, you…you won’t get hurt tonight. Please.”, you whimpered as your palms clung to his neck. “Please, I don’t know…what I’d do without you, baby.”

“I promise. You and I are both safe. Anyone even thinks about fucking hurting you…”, he growls as his eyes shut and press his forehead to your chest. 

“Tell me, Kurt. What will happen?”

Abruptly flipping you on to your back, your head hangs over the edge as his mouth attaches to your neck making you moan loudly as his tongue licks your skin. 

“I’ll tear them apart. I’ll make them wish they were never born.”

Kurt’s hips slam violently into your own, pushing him so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him pushing into your tummy. His thick hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as his face hovers just above yours while he continues to whisper. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. All mine. If anyone tried to hurt you or take you away from me I’ll make them regret it. They’ll beg and plead but—fuck—nothing they say will be enough because you’re my angel. I-I know that look. Cum on my cock, baby.”

Your nails drag down his skin as you scream his name. Slowing his pace, he pounds into you hard until he feels you tighten around him as you cum. 

“Good girl. My good girl. You always look so pretty like this. What are you doing with me, sweetheart?”

You lazily stroke his cheek as you watch his mouth fall open while he chases his high.

“I love you, Kurt. You’re mine to. Please, fill me up. I want you to feel good to. You deserve it.”

His damp hair falls in front of your eyes as he groans and clings to your body as you feel him warm your insides. You both lay there quietly for a moment as you try to catch your breaths before he hears you giggle underneath him. 

“Honey, your hair is wet and sticking to my face.”

Your boyfriend lifts up on his elbows as he scans your features trying to get a read on where you are emotionally. 

“Oh, yeah? This hair?” You laugh as he shakes his head like a dog sprinkling water all over you as you try to push away from him. Kurt playfully wrestles with you till you both fall against the pillows and he pleasantly sighs as he pulls you to his chest. “I’m going to buy you a house like this one day. We’ll fill it with cooler stuff than this and after we get married, we’ll have a ton of kids and we’ll raise them to be nice not assholes like Bobby…”

As he continued to talk about your futures, you watch him with wide ecstatic eyes. Usually, you were the one talking about things like this while he constantly brought up his channel or becoming famous. Your heart soared at the mention of marriage and kids but as your fingers ran delicately over his skin, you had to suffocate that little voice in the back of your head that kept screaming tonight would end with you two being in a cell or dead.

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[daisyishedwig]

Pavarotti - Day 1 of December Klaine Fanworks Challenge: Plead

Part of my Icy Love verse, but can be read as a standalone.

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Kurt was in a meeting with Isabel when the text came through. He shifted his gaze subtly over to the phone lying face up beside him. Blaine’s name along with a single word lit up his screen.

Pavarotti.

“Um… sorry, Isabel,” he said, “can I take a personal call for a moment?”

Isabel looked shocked at the interruption, but she could read the anxiety creasing Kurt’s forehead and she nodded. “Of course, Dear, is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Kurt said, quickly collecting his phone and exiting across the hall to his office. He pressed call as soon as the door shut behind him. 

Pavarotti was a safe word. Not in the usual way that called for an immediate cease of play. It was Blaine’s way of signaling that he needed his Dom and he needed him now . Usually, he used it in a full sentence to signal to Kurt that he was nervous, something was making him uncomfortable, he would like to leave the situation. A simple question of “Did you feed Pavarotti?” was all he needed to put Kurt on high alert.

But sending just the word alone? That was as desperate of a plea for help that Blaine could muster. 

Blaine picked up the phone on the first ring. His shuddering breaths were all the confirmation Kurt needed that something was seriously wrong. “Pet,” he said firmly, “where are you?”

“H-home,” Blaine said through hiccuping gasps. 

“Are you safe?” He asked.

“Yes, S-sir,” Blaine whispered. 

“Good, good,” Kurt said, “can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Blaine sobbed softly. “I-I don’t… I c-can’t–”

Blaine was too panicked. But Kurt’s meeting was going to take at least twenty minutes to finish up and then it was another thirty minutes on the train to get home, if he was lucky. It was rush hour so a cab would definitely not get him there any faster. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he began speaking. 

“Okay, Pet, here’s what I need you to do.”

He heard Blaine’s voice catch in the back of his throat as Kurt shifted fully into Dom mode. His voice left no room for questions.

“Go to the bedroom.”

He heard the quiet shuffle of Blaine’s feet as he followed his instructions. 

“From the toybox, get the black leather cuffs, just the ones for your wrists.”

“Yes, Sir,” Blaine whispered and Kurt could already hear the way his breathing was slowing down. “I have them.”

“From the bedside table, get your sleep headphones, the ones that cover your eyes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Kurt said, “you’re doing so good for me.”

Blaine took in a shaky breath. “Thank you, Sir.”

“No go back to the living room,” Kurt waited until he heard a soft confirmation from Blaine that he’d made it, “and collect your kneeling pillow.” Blaine sighed softly at those words. “Place it in the middle of the living room,” one soft thump of the pillow hitting the floor, “and kneel,” the louder thump of Blaine sinking to his knees resounded through Kurt’s ears. 

“I’m going to send you a link. Once you hang up I want you to connect your phone to your headphones, follow the link, and press play. Then you will cuff your hands in front of you, put on your headphones, and listen. I will be home before the audio stops.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Blaine breathed. 

“I love you, Pet. I’ll be home before you know it.”

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[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Any opposite attract stories with Kurt? Would love if there was some Dom/sub too with Dom!Kurt ;)) Thank you!

HERE is a library post that has for opposites-attract fic recs. There are certain tropes that through their very nature usually have this premise. Check out the Badboy!Blaine,  Badboy!Kurt, Nerd!Blaine,  Nerd!Kurt , Skank!Blaine  Skank!Kurt  tags. Here are a couple of D/s fics that have the vibe you are looking for.  - HKVoyage

No Envy, No Fear by neaf

Everybody already knows what they are before their marking day. You’re a Dom, or you’re a Sub, and it’s pretty easy to figure out which one you are once puberty hits and the hormones kick in.

But when Kurt Hummel is marked a Dom on his sixteenth birthday, nobody believes it. The jocks (all Doms themselves), irritated that they have no power over him, decide to make his life a living hell. But, Kurt figures, that’s just high school. It doesn’t change anything.

The only problem is, one of the jocks is a boy he doesn’t know. A boy he never sees, shy and hidden behind the others in a sea of letterman jackets.

Blaine Anderson is a Sub, but nobody knows it.

And he was just fine keeping it that way, until he saw Kurt Hummel.

~~~~~

Clash by AntarcticBird 

Blaine is a sexual free spirit with a bit of a reputation, Kurt doesn't do casual. It should be impossible, and yet Blaine just cannot stop thinking about him. Written for this gkm prompt.

Note: This has D/s undertones only. You need to be logged into an AO3 account to access this fic. 

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[kriskubed]

The First Day of Forever

Rated: E

Summary:

When Blaine is struggling to keep his submission in check, Mercedes brings Kurt over to help settle him.

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Blaine is having a terrible day. His submission is obviously spiraling, but his roommate Sam is also a sub, and there isn’t anything either of them can do about it. 

“I’m calling Mercedes,” Sam says. “You need someone.”

“No, Sam, please I’ll be ok. I just—I can’t with Mercedes.”

“Dude, I know you’re gay but you know it doesn’t matter right? It doesn’t have to be sexual but you obviously need the dominance.” 

“I know, but I just…” 

“Can’t. Right. Blaine, you need help. I’m calling her anyway. It doesn't have to be her but maybe she can help us figure it out.”

Mercedes brings Kurt. Kurt who is beautiful and perfect and everything Blaine has ever wanted in a Dom. They’ve only met a few times, but Blaine is enamored. He’s been too afraid to tell Kurt how he feels, hoping instead that once they get to know each other better in the company of their respective best friends, Kurt will approach him. The potential of it all seems too precious and he doesn’t want to risk messing it up by being too bold too soon.

Blaine starts to feel calmer immediately just being in Kurt’s presence, until the greetings and pleasantries are over and Kurt, knowing why he’s there, suggests, “Why don’t we go in your room so we can have some more privacy?”

“No! You can’t go in there!” Blaine is embarrassed by the state of his room. It’s a disaster. He knows he needs to clean and get organized, he just hasn’t had the motivation to do it.

Kurt raises an eyebrow. He looks unsure about how hard to push Blaine, but a nod from Sam tells him not to back down so easily. 

“And why is that Blaine?” he asks, his tone just the slightest bit judgmental. 

“It’s… I haven’t…” Blaine stammers. “I’m sorry, sir.” The honorific slips out, despite Kurt not actually having any authority over him. “I haven’t kept it tidy the way I should. It’s not really fit for guests right now.” 

“I see.”

Blaine suddenly feels very motivated to make his room presentable, so he can invite Kurt inside. He’s kicking himself for letting it get so out of hand. Kurt hasn’t given him a single rebuke or command but the energy he’s giving off feeds Blaine’s desire to please and to serve, to live up to his Dom’s expectations. Even if Kurt isn’t his Dom.

“I can do it now,” Blaine offers. “Just give me a few minutes to straighten up.”

“You have ten,” Kurt concedes. “And then I’m coming in. You’d better get to it.” He settles down on the sofa and pulls out his phone to set a timer as Blaine hurries off to his bedroom.

Ten minutes oh my god. Ten minutes is nowhere near enough to take care of everything that needs to be done. He’ll have to tackle the most egregious spots first and hope for the best. Number one is clearing the pile of clothes off his bed. Some are clean and he quickly folds them and shoves them in drawers without regard for whether they’re in the right spot. He’ll have to sort it out later. The clothes that have been worn he stuffs in the laundry. Once his bed is clear he straightens his sheets and blankets and pulls up the comforter. He glances around to see what else he can accomplish quickly to make the space more palatable for guests. Well, a guest. He grabs a tissue and swipes at the worst of the dust on his dresser and nightstand and is just tossing it into the trash when he hears Kurt’s knock.

“Blaine? I’m coming in now.”

[continue on AO3]

#klaine fic #glee #klaine #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #Dom!Kurt #sub!Blaine

[rainebelowzero]

How about Kurt fucking himself on top readers dick while he's sleep ( they agreed that they can do that ) and reader wakes up and starts pounding Kurt fast deep breeding the man

This is a little short, I hope that's okay!

cws: somnophillia, breeding, Kurt rides the reader, this might be a little bit rushed I'm sorry 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Kurt moans quietly, a hand covering his mouth as he lowers himself down on your cock. He tossed and turned but no matter what he did, he couldn't sleep, he was just too horny to focus on anything else. That's when he remembered an agreement you guys had made, so he decided to act on it.

You sleep soundly as Kurt gets your cock fully buried inside of him. His hand can barely conceal the little moans and whimpers he lets out when he starts rocking his hips. The feeling of your thick cock pushing against his sensitive walls is almost addicting to him, and he isn't able to stop himself from speeding up.

Kurt fucks himself down on you, sighing shakily into his hand. He bites his bottom lip, hard, while his hole clenches around you. He wraps his other hand around his cock, flushed and dripping with precum, practically begging for attention. He sucks in a sharp breath as he starts to stroke himself.

His mind starts to get foggy, barely being able to think with how good you're filling him up, slowly becoming more cock drunk with each roll of his hips. He's so caught up in chasing his orgasm that he doesn't notice you've woken up until you put your hands on his hips.

He moans in surprise when you suddenly thrust up into him, his hands flying to your shoulders. Your cock pushes against his prostate with each thrust, making Kurt gasp for air. He can barely even hold himself up as he drools slightly, letting you take control of him.

"Such a needy little thing.." You tease. He responds in a choked, desperate moan.

You move a hand to his aching cock, pumping it quickly as he slams himself down on you, whimpering and moaning loudly. He no longer tries to control his noises, just focusing on the rising pleasure forming in his stomach.

His body shakes as he mindlessly rocks his hips, collapsing on top of you and moaning loudly, your name falling from his lips in a whimper. You thrust up into him with more effort now that he can't do it himself, groaning quietly. He shudders before his ass clenches down on you as he cums. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, whining.

You thrust into him one more time, filling him up with your seed as he lets out a soft groan. You fuck it back into him slowly before pulling out. Kurt finds the strength to sit back up, his cum covering both of your stomachs.

You pull out gently as he settles himself back in his spot next to you, his arms wrapping around you and nuzzling into your side. You reach over, grabbing the closest piece of clothing, and using it to clean off the both of you, tossing it somewhere on the floor after.

He smiles as you kiss him on the forehead, wrapping your arm around him. He can finally get to sleep, enjoying the feeling of your cum leaking out of him.

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #dom male reader #x male reader

[littlelioncub43]

i'm so glad tech tuesdays are back!

thought: what if you caught kurt kunkle sneakily livestreaming sex with you, and you decided to let the viewers choose if he gets to cum or not?

Ooooh hohohohohohohohoooo 😈 yes

He's so gross. Let's fuck him.

He really thought he could get away with it. Like, honest to God. He didn't think you'd notice his laptop webcam light on, especially with the screen brightness all the way down. The moment you did a double take at the oddly angled laptop, Kurt knew he was fucked. And he meant literally fucked.

You stopped your bouncing the moment you saw the little green light, your head cocking to the side as you stare at the completely dark screen. Kurt is still under you, gasping and trembling (he was trembling the whole time but now you can tell it's for a whole new reason).

"W-wait—" he stutters and tries to sit up.

"Shut up," you spit and force him back down with a firm hand on his throat. He whimpers when his back hits the mattress, his cock throbbing from how tight your grip is on his neck.

You pay him no mind as you lean over and turn up the brightness. Lo and behold, it's streaming. Countless messages flooding the chat as you realize how long it's been streaming. Nearly 2 fucking hours.

"I'm didn't-I'm sorry," he whines, sounding close to tears. Again, you ignore him, instead opting to read a few messages to yourself. Your silence scares the shit out of Kurt but he couldn't help the way his cock seems to get even harder in his fear. He tries to speak again, but you tighten your grip on his throat, his breath now a gentle wheeze.

"I said shut up, Kurt," you look down at him now, anger pouring out of your eyes, noticing how Kurt tries to rut up into you on instinct. You glare down at him for a moment, thinking about what to do with him while you watch his face turn a soft shade of pink. With a smirk, you start grinding in slow circles on his cock, drawing a thin whine from the boy underneath you.

"You were being such a good boy, Kurt," you tsk at him with a disappointed frown, "I was going to let you cum inside me," he whines brokenly at that, his face crumpling, "but now I don't know if you deserve to cum at all."

"M'sorry! I-I �� please! I'm so sor-sorry! Please!" He cries, his eyes watering even more.

"Do you think begging will help you?" You coo mockingly, bringing your lips to brush against his cheek, giving the sweaty skin soft kisses. "Poor, dumb, baby," you whisper before forcing him to look at you, letting him fill his lungs with air again, "it's not up to me whether you cum or not."

You force his face to the side to watch the chat, a constant stream of messages flood the screen.

Don't let him cum!

He doesn't deserve it!

Make him cry 😏

Edge him, it'll be soo hot!

Fuck him faster

You see his brown eyes get even bigger when he reads some of the chats. Kurt was already desperate for his release, he needed to finish or he might actually die. The tears that built up in his eyes finally spilled over with a soft sob.

"Oh n-no! Please! I wan-need it! Need to cu-cum, please!" He cries, his hands clawing at your hips that keep their tortuous pace, trying to speed you up. You giggle and turn him back to face you, your hips now bouncing quickly, blubbering apologies and whore-ish moans pouring from his open mouth.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

#tech tuesdays #tech tuesday #tech tuesday will be fun #sweet nonnie who sent my first kurt kunkle ask! #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle x fem!reader #sub!kurt kunkle x dom!reader #sub!kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x female reader #little lion literature

[l1tw1ck]

Fuck (Marry, Kill)

You get drugged in the backseat of Kurt's car

Bottom!FTM Kurt Kunkle x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Drugged Sex (Aphrodisiacs), Oral, Car Sex, Squirting, Degrading, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Kidnapping

📝 1,213 Words

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"Thanks for picking me up again…uh-" You pause, noticing that your driver’s wearing the same shirt you were wearing last time he drove you.

"It’s Kurt, you know, KurtsWorld96? I drove you la- last week?" He looks at you offendedly.

"No- I- ugh…I just- I have the same shirt."

"Oh yeah, I know." He smiles. You give him a weird creeped out look but don’t press him further. You don’t wanna know. Kurt grabs a reusable water bottle that was in the cup holder and hands it to you, eyes still on the road. "You mus- must be thirsty, have some water."

"I dunno…" You look at the bottle suspiciously. It wasn’t see through so you couldn’t tell if it was really water in there.

"C'mon. Jus- just drink it, o- okay?" Kurt tries to stop himself from losing his temper.

"…Okay." You shrug. It’s not like you had much to live for anyway. You take a big sip of the water, weirdly enough you were kinda interested to see what would happen. The last thing you remember before blacking is Kurt’s weird smile in the mirror.

You finally come to, you shut your eyes tightly as a bright white light overloads your senses. You're so delirious you could barely hear anything either. The only thing you could make out was Kurt saying, "Fuck, marry, or kill?"

You couldn’t even process what he said, you’re completely out of your mind. You’re still in the backseat of his car but your arms are tied behind your back. You don’t even try to move, you’re too fucked up to do anything.

"Fu- fuck?" Kurt blushes. "Really guys?" He looks at the results of his poll.

Someone donates a dollar, the text to speech reads the message aloud. "Don’t act like you didn’t want fuck to win."

Kurt bites his lip. "Well…obviously…" Kurt fumbles with the waistband of your sweats.

A quiet involuntary groan escapes your lips as he finally makes it to your underwear, hand lightly tracing your dick. "You like that?" Kurt laughs creepily. "Should I suck them off, guys?" He looks at the chat, the answer is unanimous. Everyone wanted to see him give you a blowjob.

"Wonder how big your dick is…" He kneels down on the floor and pulls your underwear down excitedly. Your half hard cock flops out, making Kurt moan softly.

He grips your dick, licking it up like it's ice cream. He sucks lightly on your tip, drinking up your pre cum.

"Mm.." You look down at him, bucking your hips up. Kurt's eyes widen, the drug was an aphrodisiac but you should be too weak to do anything. Kurt tries his best not to throw up as your cock continuously attacks the back of his throat. "Fuck.."

The tips of his ears redden from the sounds of your groans. He's always loved your voice and smell. When he stole some of your clothes, he recorded you talking and used it and your clothes to get off. The stream saw the whole thing, from the break in to the heavy breaths he let out after his orgasm.

All his viewers wanted to see him get his brains fucked out, some even wanted to do it themselves.

"Yes—" You roll your head back, your movements jittering as you come. Kurt swallows everything he can before pulling away.

He turns to the chat. "Wha- what next?" His voice is hoarse.

The chat is unanimous, everyone wants you to fuck him.

Kurt bites his lip and turns back to you, his blush illuminated by the LEDs draped around his car. He takes his pants off and gets onto the seats, leaning against the door. He spreads his legs apart, showing you and one of the various cameras how soaked he is while wearing what is no doubt a stolen pair of your underwear.

You watch hazily as he pulls the boxers off, spreading his folds apart before pushing two fingers in. He shivers under your gaze, putting a show on for you.

Your length springs back to life as you practically drool over him. He keeps his eyes locked on your face while yours are focused on his dripping cunt.

He slowly pulls his fingers out then crawls over to you. With his back facing you, Kurt lowers himself down onto your cock. He moans like a whore as you fill him up, he's been waiting for this.

You wiggle out of your restraints, which were lazily tied together, and grip his waist tightly. He wraps his arms around the headrest and looks back at you, a dark and lustful look on your face that makes him tremble.

You're out of your mind right now and all you can think about is how good Kurt feels around you. You buck your hips up into him while bringing his body down to meet your thrusts.

Kurt bites his lip and grins, if it weren't for the fact that he parked in the middle of nowhere, everyone would be able to hear his slutty moans. He glances over to his phone, his stream has over 50k viewers now.

He makes a peace sign and widens his grin, his pose starts to falter when your cock rams against his g-spot. "Ooh- fuck~!"

Your movements however, never falter, even when he squirts all over the seat and car floor. Kurt didn't understand how powerful the drug was until now. Even despite how cramped it is, you're still fucking him so damn roughly.

"Shit- shit-" He hugs the headrest tightly, drool dripping down onto the seat. "Holy sh- shit~"

The chat is flooded with degrading words, slut shaming Kurt and calling him names like whore and slut. He turns back to you, wanting to hear those words come out of your mouth.

"Da- daddy~!" He moans, hoping to provoke something out of you.

You groan, somehow slamming into him harder. "Mmh-" You spank him.

He gasps, his eyes shooting wide open. "Fuck!" Kurt grins. "Again- fuck— spa- spank me- again!"

You spank him again. "slutty little bitch.." You mumble.

"Aah~! Yes- 'm a slutty bitch, daddy–" Kurt bites his lip and causes it to bleed, coming once again.

You dig your nails into his hips before coming, filling him with your load. It's so much that Kurt's convinced you've been abstaining.

Kurt looks at his phone with hazy vision, seeing '100k viewers'. "Tha- thanks you guys." He makes a goofy smile, his hand shaking as he makes a peace sign.

You pull out of him and sit down, coming back down to earth. You hear Kurt talking in the background while you're trying to put all the pieces of your memory together, trying to make sense of it all.

Kurt turns off the stream and grabs his (your) underwear, pulling it up to save whatever cum hasn't fallen out of him and climbs into the driver's seat. "I'll take you home now."

You make a noise in response and lean into the car seat, drifting off to sleep.

You wake up half an hour later and look around. "This...where are we going?"

Kurt laughs. "Home."

"This isn't where my house is.."

"Oh no, I meant my home. We're going to my house."

#top male reader #male reader #wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle smut #dom male reader #spree x reader #spree smut #bottom kurt kunkle #sub kurt kunkle #🕯️kurt kunkle #🕯️slasher

[emsgoodthinkin]

smut-fluff-angst (includes other ST characters) [MDNI]

As long as I’m with you- Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had (tw)

King Steve doesn’t exist- (Steddie) ft. Billy Hargrove

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

Shy my ass - (short) Steve Harrington x you - you’ve always imagined riding your boyfriends big nose

Bio- (short) Steve Harrington x you - Steve watching you fuck your self on his c*ck

The band-aid to my wounds- Older Eddie fic (ft. Steve x kurt kunkle x reader)

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons / blurbs / imagines

Trans Steve getting his groove back

Convincing Steve to take your v-card

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Grinding yourself innocent perv self on Steve’s hand

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Soft Stevie

Perv cyclist Steve

Steve’s nickname 4 u

Older Steve loves a bush

Fucking Steve while thinking about Eddie

Dilf Steve discovers new kinks

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Sugar daddy Steve moodboard

Sweater weather moodboard, strangers to lovers

Dancing with R&B Steve

Angelic Stancy

Beefy Steve

Hunt me down

Bi Steve

Businessman or dancer Steve imagine

Smash? Smash.

———— extras

Billy Hargrove loves plus size women

Dom Nancy / fruity four headcanons

Robins an angel

Argyles favorite positions

⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬

#reblog appreciated #steve harrington masterlist #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie au #joe keery #perv!steve harrington #older!steve harrington #dilf!steve #steve harrington x black reader #steve harrington x virgin!reader #lgbtqia #dom!steve harrington #soft!steve harrington #steve harrington x ill!reader #modern steve harrington #billy hargrove #ems mlist #kurt kunkle

[certifiednatelover]

sub!Kurt Cobain Headcannons!

WARNINGS: NSFW. if you are a minor or are not comfortable with this topic DNI

any disrespectful comments to me or my followers/readers will be BLOCKED!

No proofread!

requested? yes, by anon💫

Sub!kurt loves making love to you when your high from weed or heroin. He'll offer some to you because he knows that you turn into a Dom when you're high on weed/heroin

Sub!kurt will whine and whine and whine. You'd have to cover his mouth up to prevent him from waking up krist or dave.

*whines*

"shh we don't want krist and dave finding out that your a slut for me right?"

Sub!kurt LOVES getting degraded by you. he gets turned on as soon as you call him your little play thing or his little slut

"i can't believe you already came and I didn't even touch you, you little slut"

"I-Im sorry I can't help myself when I'm around you.."

Sub!kurt has a HUGE mommy+breeding kink. ARGUE.WITH.A.WALL-

"can I please come inside you momm-"

"wait what did you just call me-"

Sub!kurt will be clingy ASF after. he'll pamper you with kisses and expects you to do the same

Sub!kurt LOVES after care. he loves when you ask him if he's feeling ok and he always wants you to feel ok as well

"hey sweetheart you ok?"

"blud didnt i just make you come like 5 time-"

comment "taglist" if you wanna be on the taglist!

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

taglist:@bazooka-cazooka (lets go one person🗣)

#kurt cobain #kurt cobain sub #kurt cobain fan fic #kurt cobain x reader #Sub!kurt #nirvana #dave grohl #kurt cobain dom #90's

[pastelclovds]

SLASHERS RANKED FROM LOUDEST TO QUIETEST IN BED !

⟡₊˚ ୭ slashers in order of rank ! billy lenz, stu macher, brahms heelshire, bubba sawyer, kurt kunkle, billy loomis, herbert west, jason vorhees, vincent sinclair, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, micheal myers. ⟡₊˚ ୭ content warnings ! amab reader (no pronouns tho), top dom reader, sub bottom slashers, anal sex, possesive & obsessive behavior (billy lenz), brat taming (stu & billy loomis). ⟡₊˚ ୭ word count ! 1,315 words ⟡₊˚ ୭ authors note ! happy (late) valentines day! ;D

LOUDEST. ↴

♡ BILLY LENZ -> because of his mental illness, billy is very loud and expressive. from down right dirty rambles to him shouting about the various ways to end someone. billy is unpredictable, not knowing when his next outburst with come up. but one thing that is predictable about him is his volume when he's fucking with you. this man is so loud that you need to literally gag him so that he could shut up and not annoy your neighbors (he's into it tho). billy will giggle almost insanely while also letting out deep moans when riding you. when your pounding into the spot that will make him see stars, he will make it known to your neighbors of your private time together by screaming out your name and laughing like a madman. he always rambles about how good your dick is, how you are his and only his, how he would kill anyone who touches you, and all kinds of dirty talk. and knowing him, it's probably not far from the truth.

♡ STU MACHER -> this is no surprise at all. stu is known for his extroverted (and slightly annoying) personality. it's one of the reasons why he became popular after all, so you can imagine how loud he is in bed. when stu is feeling bratty, he will moan and beg so loudly even when you tell him to be quiet. but when you put him in his place, his whimpers are the cutest. while stu can be a little shit, he can hold his noises back a bit when he genuinely doesn't want to make you disappointed in him. although it doesn't last long. in his mind, when he gets loud, he is expressing how good you make him feel (which is every time you have sex). overall he is loud but he can keep himself quiet if he really tries (and ends up failing).

♡ BRAHMS HEELSHIRE -> its impossible for this baby to control his noises. he tries so hard, he really does. but the way your dick rubs against his walls makes him moan out to the sky above. brahms always wants to be a good boy for you, the way he moans out your name and whines when your cock hits his prostate makes you glad that the mansion you two live in is miles away from anyone being able to hear you two fuck like rabbits. when you tell him to not hold back his sounds, he will sing like a canary. but when you tell him to keep quiet, the poor man will try with all his might.

♡ BUBBA SAWYER -> since bubba is nonverbal he relies on his noises to tell people how he is feeling. that's no different when he's having sex with you. he loves the feeling of your dick abusing his hole and using him for all he's worth, his adorable soft squeals sound like a piglet. he's a big whiner and squealer. and as much as he likes to show you how good you make him feel, he knows he can't be too loud because he doesn't want to hear their endless teasing in the morning. but when you two are alone, he goes wild. I'm talking, high pitched moans, squeals, whines, groans the whole batch. and when he feels too good, he might not want to end after three rounds.

NOISY. ↴

♡ KURT KUNKLE -> while kurt is not as loud as the four above him, he still has his moments when you need to silence his noises with your hand. he can keep his sounds in check if you two are fucking in his house when his parents are home, but if are being particularly rough with him that day, he can't stop even a few moans escaping. honestly, with how pretty he and his sounds are, he might as well start an onlyfans. and you wouldn't mind showing to the world how good you make your baby.

♡ BILLY LOOMIS -> this brat just loooves to piss you off. he knows how much you love to hear him moan like a cheap slut, so he purposefully bits his lips or use him hands to mute himself. he wants you to put him in his place under you, but afterwards you treat him like a princess. he is certainly not as loud as his bestfriend. but if you want him to let his beautiful noises, you have to work for it. and the reward is worth it to see his fucked out face grow dumb on your cock as you two make sure your neighbors don't can't.

♡ HERBERT WEST -> herbert is always so busy with his work, so as soon as he's done, he wants to be with you. although he will never admit it, he craves you and always wants your attention. that being said, herbert isn't really the loudest. he does moan loudly ever now and then when you make him feel really good. but he sometimes holds his sounds back because he is embarrassed at how loud he can be. but once you and him get closer, he will become a bit more vocal.

QUIET. ↴

♡ JASON VORHEES -> jason is a good boy for you and only you, he becomes flustered at the simplest of praises, and although he isn't the loudest, he is still cute. he makes adorable whines and soft moans when you thrust your dick against just the right spots. when you and him become closer, he would whisper in your ear almost silently about the pleasurable experience you're gifting him.

♡ VINCENT SINCLAIR -> vincent wants you to know how much pleasure you give him, he wants you to know how much he loves you, but he can't. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's because his vocal cords are messed up. so it's very difficult for him to speak. so you always listen closely whenever you two are getting down and dirty, and you treasure every whimper and quiet moan from him.

♡ THOMAS HEWITT -> thomas may be a cannibal murderer to others, but to you, he is a big teddy bear. even though he can't express his feelings through speech, he can express how he feels towards you with acts of service. and one of his favorite act of services is through sex, more specifically by riding you until he is breathing loudly and letting out deep groans of your name. he doesn't get any louder than the usual moan here and there. but he desperately wants you to know that he loves you, only you.

SILENT. ↴

♡ BO SINCLAIR -> bo is the type of guy to believes that him making any noise during sex would make him look weak and unmanly. even when you and him grow to love each other, and even when your cock is so deep inside him and pounding away every thought that comes to his mind, he won't let a single sound come out of his mouth. the man is stubborn and prideful, but if you make him go through a couple of rounds and cum more times than he can count, then he will let out a few moans, but nothing else. this bastard is strong.

♡ MICHEAL MYERS -> dead silent. sometimes when you're fucking him you worry if he's passed out (or dead) and stop to ask if he's okay, only for him to hit you on the arm and let out an unpleased grunt because you stopped. the only noises he lets out are his labored breaths, deep grunts, and rarely moans. he lets you know what to do by signing things like, 'so good' or 'faster'. he still enjoys your company and wants you to know, but in his own silent (and slightly creepy) way.

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#top!reader #top male reader #top reader #dom!reader #dom reader #dom male reader #sub slasher #sub slashers #sub character #amab reader #seme male reader #x male reader #male reader #billy lenz #stu macher #brahms heelshire #bubba sawyer #kurt kunkle #billy loomis #herbert west #jason voorhees #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt #bo sinclair #michael myers

[justmeinadaze]

A Toxic Lesson (Kurt X Reader)

A/N: "I introduce to you...this fucking thing." Lol @lunatictardis talked me into it. I was thinking this could be a series with a story surrounding each murder he does but that's if y'all even like this. This is kind of new for me in the sense of we are going outside of Eddie and Steve and also entering an extremely toxic relationship. Lol. God my damaged ass still wants him between my legs.

I was going to post this tomorrow but I never know how my triggers will work on the holidays so :) Here ya go.

Warnings: This does pull from the movie Spree especially the dialogue. The first passenger is a dick. I tried to bypass the worst things he says in the movie but it's still pretty evident. There is a murder and Kurt is aggressive with the reader. He definitely gaslights her. Please tread carefully if you continue reading <3

Word Count: 3105

You had known Kurt since he first moved to Azuza when you two were kids. You introduced yourself to him out on the playground when you saw him swinging my himself. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N. Can I sit with you?”

“Sure. I’m Kurt!”

You sit next to him swinging your feet to match his pace. “Have you made any new friends yet?”

“You’re the first person to talk to me today.”

“It’s just cause people don’t know you yet.”

His tiny smile made your heart melt. 

As the years went by nothing really felt out of the ordinary with him. Kurt was just an average, outgoing kid. He was always really animated which you loved so when he mentioned starting his own channel you thought it was a great idea. I mean, who wouldn’t love him?

The night he posted his first video to YouTube, he invited you out to celebrate. 

“I’m so excited. This is going to be great and I’ll be famous and everyone will know my name!”, Kurt threw his arms up, the drink in his hand spilling a bit making you laugh. 

“You deserve it. I’ll be your number one fan.”, you smile up at him. 

He’s not sure if it’s the energy of the day, you always supporting him, or just the fact that you looked so beautiful in the outfit you wore out tonight but he abruptly gripped the back of your neck, bring your lips to his. 

You coyly grin up at him. “Well, took you long enough!”

For the next 10 years, Kurt really did put a lot of effort into his account. He tried every bit of content that was out there from gaming to reviews. He even hooked up his phone to record people while he was driving around Spreeing. But his channel never broke into the double digits. 

Over the last year his personality really began to shift from your sweet, charismatic boyfriend to a genuinely broken man. 

“Hey asshole. Your girlfriend is here.” His dad guides you into Kurt’s room. 

“Why do you always have to talk to him like that? What are you even doing here?”

“I came to grab my records. He’s fine. He knows I’m fucking with him. Kurt, I’m going to head out. Clean up your room at least, will you? This place is a mess.”

You glare at him as he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Kurt hadn’t said a word or even made an indication to address your presence. You crawled into his bed turning yourself into the big spoon as you wrapped your arms around him.  

“Baby, are you ok? I’m worried. We haven’t hung out, you barely talk. You haven’t even posted a video in a while to your channel.”

“No one fucking cares about my channel.”

“I do. It makes you happy and you work so hard on it.”

He rolls on to his back and you place your head on his chest as your hand rubs up and down his stomach and sides. 

“Exactly. What’s the point of me working hard if no one cares.”

You sighed frustratingly. “Kurt, I care. People care. They just need to see you like I do.”

He gets off the bed, standing up to look down at you. “What people, Y/N? NO ONE CARES! You’re just one person. How can I get a billion eyes to see me and what I have to offer?”

You get up as well, rising so your face to face with him. “I may just be one person. But I’m the one person who has ALWAYS had your back, Kurt. Honestly, you’re making me feel bad right now. Like my support isn’t valid if you’re not famous or something.”

“I am nothing! Nobody! Without a following who I am?!”

“You’re still Kurt! Jesus! Fuck these people.”

“You don’t get it.”, he hangs his head. 

“You’re right I don’t. I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.” You stomped out of his room, leaving the house slightly annoyed that he didn’t come after you. 

Kurt went MIA for about a month until one day he showed up at your house at 3am, banging on your door. 

“Baby! I had this great idea that can make me go viral. I can finally get the recognition I deserve!”

“That’s great, Kurt. Really happy for you.” You start to shut the door but he blocks it with his hand. “Kurt, it’s 3am and frankly I’m still mad at you. You hurt me.”

“I know, Sweetheart. I know. I was just… I was just in a really low place. I didn’t know what I was saying. You’ve always been there for me from the beginning and I love you for that.” He stepped into your doorway, chest to chest with you. When he looked into your eyes, you saw something there but at the time you didn’t know what it was. “I. Love. You.”

His voice came out low and rough, making your knees weak.

“I love you to, baby.”, you sigh out a breathy moan.

When he made love to you that night, it was the best sex either of you had. Well, you two had only been with each other but usually Kurt was gently and kind of shy with his body and your own. That night he took what belonged him and left the love bites on your skin to prove it. 

He started uploading videos again and it made you smile because his old personality was starting to show through again. There were moments though when he would post something that gave you pause. 

“Kurt, should you be uploading videos like this? How to put poison in water bottles and hide it? I mean even if its fake what if a kid tries this.”

“Honey, its fine. It’s all a part of the lesson.”

“You haven’t told me what exactly that is and now I’m worried if it has fake stuff like this. What if someone takes it seriously and you get arrested or worse?”

He turned around in his gaming chair and leaned forward, tugging you on his lap. “Don’t worry, baby. Trust me. This will be amazing and you’ll be with me.”

“Oh, Kurt. I don’t know. You know how I feel about being on camera.”

“Y/N. This is the most important move of my professional career. I want you there.”

His words came out with sincerity but his tone was stern. Kurt wasn’t asking, he was telling you to be a part of this with him. 

You watched him with a small smile as he spoke into the cameras attached to his windows. 

“Actually, hold up. Real step one? Get. Your. Rig. To. Gether!”

When he leaned over you to reference the camera on your window, you giggled at him. Kurt kissed your cheek before turning back to the camera in his backseat. You loved seeing this side of him again even if it was just for the cameras. You still missed the days when he was a dork just for you. Kurt got out of the car, talking to the camera through the rear windshield. 

“Hey mom!”

You shifted your body to watch him run inside the house. Kurt’s phone dinged and a female robot voice from the app he was recording from started talking.

“Y/N. Why are you still with that loser?”

You make a disgusted face at his phone. “Shut the fuck up, Bobby.”

You jump at the sound of scream coming from Kurt’s house. After a minute, Kurt closes his front door and shuffle runs to the car. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?” You point towards the house. “Oh, my mom dropped something but she’s ok. Did someone say something?” He scrolls through his phone. “Hey Bobby. Oh my god. He’s so funny.”

He hooks his phone back to its dock as he starts to drive away. 

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You guys drive for a while before a ride comes through. Kurt stops at a house to pick his new passenger Fredrick. You give him a warm smile and he does the same. Kurt lies telling the man that the cameras are for security. You sit there silently, listening to them talk. Fredrick mentions that he’s been working on speech and is headed to an event with 3,000 people. 

Kurt’s eyes light up as he asks the man to tell his followers how he grew his audience to that size. Out of nowhere, Fredrick starts talking about “men like us” growing on social media. 

“What do you mean ‘Men like us?’”

“White men.”

Your eyes widen as Kurt continues to face the window. 

“You’re white, aren’t you?”, Fredrick asks and your boyfriend confirms. 

His passenger continues to spew racist, sexist, and homophobic comments as Kurt tries to talk to him telling him how it’s “not cool”. 

He suddenly presses on the breaks causing you and his ride fly forward. 

“Jesus! There’s a lot of stop signs.”

“Yeah.” Kurt ducks his head, looking around. “I don’t see any cops around. Should I run through this next one?”

“Kurt, no.”, you reach for his arm.  

He glances at you as he runs past the stop sign. “Geez, baby. I almost forgot you were there. You’ve been so quiet. Fredrick, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. We’ve been together for about ten years. Can you believe that?”

“Hm. Are you a snowflake as well?”

You roll your eyes at Fredrick, jumping as Kurt runs another stop sign. “The man asked you something, sweetie.”

“Kurt, stop it.”

Fredrick laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes. See Kurt, this is what I was saying. You have to keep your woman in line.”

Kurt’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. You know he hates what this guy is saying as much as you do. He takes a right turn down a deserted dirt road you don’t recognize. 

“Hey, remember there’s water back there if you need it.”, he pointed towards the water bottle he had stuffed in the seat pocket. 

“Kurt, what are you doing?”, you tone comes out low but forceful. You reach for his arm again but he still doesn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he leans forward turning on the radio. 

Both your eyes shift to the back seat when you hear Fredrick coughing.

“Hey, are there a lot of members in your group? You should let them know you’re not going to make it.”

“That’s not funny.” Your eyes widen as his whole demeanor remains calm. 

“Does this water have like a taste to it?” Fredrick starts coughing harder, taking in more water hoping it will help. 

“What are you talking about? It’s just pure water!” Kurt smiles into the rearview as one of his previous videos run through your head. 

“It’s perfect. Check this out. I already have bunch done.” He turns the camera lens to show a bunch of water bottles in a box. 

“Oh my god, Kurt!”, you reach your hand towards the back to take Fredricks bottle but your boyfriend grabs your wrist, holding it to you as he pushes you back against the seat. 

You watch in horror as the man flails in the back seat, Kurt moving his head out of the way as he continues to hold you down. After what feels like forever, everything is silent. Fredrick stops moving as his body falls and his eyes close.

His eyes flick to the back, before Kurt smiles at the camera, releasing you to grab his sunglasses and hold up a peace sign. He keeps driving until he pulls off into an abandoned area not too far from your house. You used to take him here when you were growing up when he needed to get out of house, away from his family and stress. 

He moves around beside you, tapping his phone before you hear the beeping of all 5 cameras in the car turning off. You move your head meeting his eyes. He had taken off his sunglasses and threw them back in-between your seats. There was a small moment where the world stopped and you were lost in each other’s gaze. Where Kurt wasn’t the guy who just murdered someone with you in the car on camera but the small boy you met on the swing set who made you laugh. 

You both opened your car doors at the same time as you sprinted away from the vehicle. He tackles you as you both tumble to the ground. Kurt’s arms wrap around from behind you, gripping your arms as he pulls you to your feet. He tugs you towards the car, throwing you against the trunk as he pinned you with his body, his hand roughly covering your mouth. 

“This is what I’ve been planning. This is part of the lesson. I brought you because I wanted you to experience this with me. You said you supported me. That you would always be my number one fan.” His tone changed becoming more authoritative. “Support. Me.”

A tear escaped your eye and landed on his hand. Kurt blinked as if he was just now realizing he was pinning you down. “Oh honey, you’re shaking. I would never hurt you. Not like that.” He pointed towards his backseat. His hand slid from your mouth as his fingers caressed your cheek. 

“You ARE hurting me.” You try to move your body but you can’t against his hold. 

“You ran.”

“You scared me. This is scaring me. This isn’t you, Kurt. Let’s just stop this.” You look around helplessly, not noticing his eyes start to glaze over. “I can…we can bury the body. No one will find it. No one’s on the stream so no one saw and Bobby will think its fake. We can delete everything—”

His hand comes to wrap around your throat interrupting your train of thought. “People will see it. No one may be on now but they will. Bobby will tell his following and they’ll watch. They’ll see the lesson.”

Something in your own eyes causes his head to tilt as he released his hold slightly so you could speak. “You’re a fucking idiot if you think Bobby is going to help you. He has never helped you before what makes you think he will now?!”

“He’s my friend.”

“He’s a little shit you used to babysit. He’s a terrible fucking person. Why would you want to be like him?! Just because he has millions of followers? Geez, Kurt, I thought you were better than that.”

“Take it back.” You shook your head and he pressed himself further into you until his nose was hovering over yours. “He’s my friend. He’s a legend. Take. It. Back.”

“Make me.”

His lips crashed down on to yours and you deepened it, mewling at the taste of him. You pushed against his hold trying to free your arms from his grasp but he wouldn’t allow it. Kurt was in control here. 

He spun you around, pressing his chest against your back. You didn’t even notice when he dropped your forearms to hastily unbuckle your belt, roughly pulling your pants and panties down. Even though you could hear his quick movements behind you, you felt like he wasn’t moving fast enough. 

You needed him inside of you desperately. 

Kurt breached your entranced easily, moaning at the feeling of your slick practically dripping down your legs. His body encased yours as he held you against the car, aggressively thrusting into you. His big hands were on either side of your arms on top of the trunk and you reached for them, intertwining your fingers with his. 

You wanted to speak to him but you couldn’t find words. Every time his cock pushed into you your brain stopped working. All you could focus on was how good his dick felt buried inside of you. Your pussy started to tighten around him and you whined when his hips abruptly stopped moving. 

Kurt’s lips hovered over your ear. “Take it back.” 

You shook your head. “Fuck him.”

He began thrusting into you again, this time bringing his hand down to rub circles on your clit. You felt yourself getting close to that edge and you whimper when he stops again. 

“Kurt, please.”

“Baby, I thought you loved me. I don’t like you disrespecting my friends.” He pulls out, turning you around to face him as his fingers reach down again to continue their assault on your nub. 

You feel like you want to cry but you try to control it, not giving him the satisfaction. “He’s not your friend. I’M your friend. I’ve been your best friend since we were kids. I-I-I…” Kurt slides his length into you again, pumping slowly as his fingers pick up speed. He watches your face as it contorts in pain and pleasure. 

When he stops again, you feel your will give. You can’t take it anymore. “I take it back.” 

“What was that?”

“I said I take it back! I’m sorry, Kurt. Please, it hurts. I love you so much. I’m sorry.” You close your eyes as you continue to plead with him. 

Something in the atmosphere changes as his touches become gentler. He reaches for your arms, interlocking them around his neck as he grabs your thigh, lifting your leg up to his waist. 

Kurt thrusts into you again but he’s a lot less rough and more precise. The tip of his cock hitting that spot inside of you every single time. When you finally open your eyes, they are met with his gorgeous honey ones. They are much softer now and filled with love for you. 

This is the man you fell in love with. You feel the coil about to snap and this time he doesn’t stop. Your body trembles in his hands as you cum hard around him. Kurt holds you against him as he chases his own high. His head falls on to your shoulder as he grunts, releasing ropes of his seed inside of you. 

You reach up, brushing his hair out of his eyes when he finally leans his head up to look at you. 

“Baby, trust me. This will all be worth in the end, I promise.”

You look in his earnest, hopeful eyes.

“Have you made any new friends yet?”

“You’re the first person to talk to me today.”

“It’s just cause people don’t know you yet.”

Oh, they were about to know him but no one would ever understand him or love him the way you did. After a couple of minutes, you finally nod your head. 

 “Ok, so what happens next?”

#joe keery #joe keery smut #kurt spree #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle smut #dom!kurt #fan fiction #smut #spree #joe keery spree #kurt x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle fanfic

[daisyishedwig]

The Things I've Always Known - Klaine December Fanworks Challenge Day 6: Inscribe

A/N: This can be read as a standalone, but I /highly/ recommend you read at least the first fic in the Icy Love series entitled The Things I Should Have Told You to make this more meaningful. It is also loosely inspired by @esilher and @mynonah's collaboration for today's prompt, but very different as well.

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I am so glad that I managed to actually catch up this year instead of always being a few days behind. I'm feeling confident that I just might be able to actually write something for every single day (ignore the fact that I cheated and combined two words into one fic already, I'm not gonna do it again, I swear).

“I know neither of us are brides, but there’s still gotta be some kind of bad luck in us seeing each other before the wedding.” Blaine raised an eyebrow as he locked eyes with Kurt through the mirror in front of him. He was fussing with his tie in the mirror, his brow furrowed as he couldn’t seem to get it to lay just how he wanted it.

“Just so you know,” Kurt said, leaning casually against the doorframe, “there is nothing wrong with that tie.”

Blaine huffed. “It doesn’t look right,” he complained.

Kurt smiled and approached, turning Blaine with a gentle press to his shoulder. He reached for the tie, but instead of fixing it like Blaine hoped he would somehow manage, he started untying it. “It’s a perfectly fine tie, and it fits you perfectly fine, but ,” he slipped it off Blaine’s neck and tossed it to the side, “you are correct. It doesn’t look right because it’s not right.”

“That’s the tie we decided on,” Blaine argued, “it matches yours, I have to wear that tie.”

Kurt wrinkled his nose. “And who says that?”

“Mercedes,” Blaine stated, “the one who has been planning this whole thing down to the millisecond. Your best friend who might just kill us if we make a mess of this wedding like literally every other New Directions wedding.”

“Changing a tie won’t mess up the wedding. In fact,” Kurt pulled a box out of his back pocket, “I think it will make it all the better.” 

Blaine looked down at the box. “What’s this?”

“Your new tie,” Kurt said simply.

“Where did you get this new tie?” Blaine asked, taking the box cautiously.

“I made it,” he said, “special for you on our special day. Mercedes is doing this for us, she can accept us improving upon her ideas a little bit, I promise.”

Blaine carefully lifted the lid to the box and gasped softly. Inside was a bowtie, made from the same fabric as his old tie. 

“I don’t know why you thought I’d be letting you wear a regular tie on our wedding day, Pet,” Kurt chided softly, “after all the meaning behind your bowties.”

Blaine flushed. “We decided we were going to keep this wedding vanilla,” he said. “Entering into this union as equals.”

“Of course we are,” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist to pull him closer. “You have always been my equal. Even when you’re on your knees and even when you’re wearing my collar. But that part of us, of you , is so integral to our relationship, how could we pretend it doesn’t exist today of all days.”

“But–”

“I know, it’s not some big kinky affair, a lovely collaring ceremony with you crawling down the aisle to me. That version may only exist in our fantasies. But that doesn’t mean we can’t make sure at least part of it happens today.”

Blaine stroked the edge of the bowtie gently. 

“Untie it for me, Pet,” Kurt whispered. Blaine glanced up at him, a question in his eye, but did as he was told. Kurt took a step back and lifted the bowtie gently from the box and held it up for Blaine to see. Inscribed in a gentle stitch along the inside of the fabric was one simple word. 

Pet . 

“I thought ‘Property of Kurt Hummel’ might be a little too gaudy. But this should get the point across nicely.”

Blaine grinned, tears glistening in his eyes. “You made me a wedding collar,” he said.

Kurt shrugged. “I’m surprised we hadn’t thought of this sooner. For when we’re in public, but your leather cuff clashes with your outfit. Bowties were your first collar, after all.”

“You should make me more,” Blaine said, “I know how you like to have options when picking my clothes.”

“Oh I will,” Kurt assured, “I definitely will. But in the meantime…” he looped the fabric around Blaine’s neck and used it to pull him in for a deep kiss. “I think it’s time we put this one on,” he said a little breathlessly when he pulled away, “we have a wedding to get to.”

#klaine #december klaine challenge 2023 #inscribe #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #dom!kurt #sub!blaine #daisyishedwig writes

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

I'm looking for a Dom/sub fic with Dom!Kurt and sub!Blaine. Elliott is in the scene and has kinda been mentoring Kurt on how to be a Dom for Blaine. Blaine thinks that Elliott's trying to steal him and yells at him like he does in the show. Elliott gets to 'benefit' from Blaine's punishment after he tells Kurt what happened ;) thank you so much 🖤🖤

Could it be this one? ~Lynne

Soulsongs and Seastars by @gleefulpoppet

In a world where Doms and subs depend on the symbiotic relationship their pheromones provide, it can be a matter of life and death to go too long without a claim. When one of the most powerful Doms in New York comes home for some much-needed family time, he stumbles upon a scene that throws his instincts into high alert as he witnesses a sub do something he’s never seen before. Will the bravery of one man change his life forever? Kurt Hummel knows there’s only a one-in-a-million chance of finding his Soulsong, but what are the odds it could happen in a run-down mall in Lima, Ohio?

ETA: Thank you to the two Anons who came back and said it's

The Apology by Petalene

Kurt and Blaine are in a D/s relationship. What Blaine doesn't know when he goes to Elliot's home to tell him to back off Kurt is that Elliot is a Dom who knows Kurt wouldn't put up with his sub acting out. Kurt decides to punish Blaine for the disrespect he showed Elliot with a long, hard spanking and requesting Blaine apologize to Elliot with a blow job.

This is rated explicit for descriptive punishment, spanking, humiliation, voyeurism, BDSM, and an anal plug. It is exactly what it says on the tin. Full prompt is in the end notes.

#klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #Dom!Kurt #sub!Blaine #Elliott Gilbert

[collectivecloseness]

Obsessed with all your Kurt fics! Was wondering if maybe you could do something along the lines of watching a scary movie with him and rubbing against him accidentally in fear. Then it slowly turns into sex as he just moans and grinds against you? I hope that makes sense 😅 I see Kurt as a bottom but I think he could totally be a top rarely. Can this time be one of them?

Tysm cherub! I’m rly glad you like them haha!

Watching the horror film was already turning Kurt on a little. Not that he’d ever admit that to you. But you two lying on the couch like this to watch movies, with Kurt spooning you from behind as you both lay in the dark room, his arms around your body, and his crotch pressed up against your ass? Well this position usually caused a rise in Kurt down there. You, in general, always did.

You both usually enjoyed your horror film nights. But this movie you’d picked, was based around something you’d told Kurt you’d always been scared of. He thought you were so cool, for picking that one on purpose then. Kurt always thought you were cool.

Although it did give him an extra, unexpected, advantage. While Kurt sometimes would test rubbing himself against you in this position, this time, he didnt have to move first. Apparently you were finding this film that played on your personal fears scary, because every time you jumped, you launched yourself back straight into Kurt. And with no space at the back of the couch for him to go, you were bouncing against his already stiffening cock each and every time.

And then there were the moments you were waiting in anticipation for a jumpscare. Oh boy. Kurt felt you wriggling, writhing back into him, trying to push and squeeze and mould yourself as best you could into Kurt’s body, especially at this arched angle. Which meant the minute of you wriggling into him, preceded almost every thrust against his cock.

Not only was this immensely turning Kurt on. But it also made him feel protective of you, in a way. Or more so, like he should be your protector. It was really speaking to his dominant side.

“Baby, are you too scared?” Kurt asked in the quiet of the room, stroking your hair behind your head as he questioned you. Comforting you with his tucks, as he got to play with your hair, and see how scared you were in his arms right now. Just how much you needed him.

You thought his voice sounded flatter because he was tired, or unsure why you were scared, he could sometimes get like that when others were emotional in scenarios, he would seemingly be able to shove any emotions deep down for. Not that Kurt couldn’t get emotional in other ways. You didn’t quite catch the sultry hint in his voice, with the screaming in the forefront of your earshot. His touch did feel good though. You leant into Kurt more. “No. I’m enjoying it. Just hold me more Kurt please? I like that.” You rubbed your head into his hand, a bit like a cat, and you could feel his laughter bursting through his nose, as he rubbed your head. Seemingly finding it cute.

“Okay. I’m here. I’ll look after you.” Kurt responded, like something was funny. Still rubbing and petting your head. Giving you a kiss there though, humming against a vein in your skull, which was making your brain feel a bit weird, but you weren’t going to say anything in the hush.

That was until, you felt Kurt slamming his hips into you. His arms wrapped smoothly around your waist the second his hips dug in. No subtlety, and no grace or decorum. Just pounding his crotch straight into your flesh, looking down at it carnally.

“Kurt what’re you doing?!” You shriek a little, only because you’re caught off guard, you hardly notice your hand moving atop his, keeping his arm caged in around you.

You don’t realise how much your shriek helps your lover, especially with the bloody yelling from the tv screen. Kurt huffs against the back of your head, pushing you down a little as he focuses on his angle. Pressing your body into the sofa to rub himself extra hard against you, in just the right places. “You said you wanted me to look after you.” He replied simply, before flipping you over so you’re fully on your back.

And this time you can see his smirk, in between the way he licks at his lips, from your yelp at the sudden move. His hands managing to turn you over so easily. To move you about recklessly, at his will. And his eyes so amused, so hungry, at your surprised expression.

That greed soon took over his eyes though, and it was if as the tv screen flickered to a brighter colour in the room, you could tell Kurt’s eyes had somehow gotten darker.

Kurt’s hand lurched out to your clothed core. Cupping his palm around your heat and pressing there, as if to not let you go. You couldn’t help but buck up into his hand. Straight into the warmth of his palm, a small high pitched moan escaping you at the sudden touch.

“I can feel how needy you are for me here.” Kurt purred, rubbing over your cunt not like he does when he wants to serve and please you, but like he’s lewdly groping the piece of you he wants so bad. His whole aura was overpowering. And you couldn’t help but quieten down as Kurt glared above you. Your lips puckered ready for a kiss, even as your throat stopped with no words even wanting to come out. They weren’t necessary. Kurt’s dominant look persevered. “I said I was going to look after you.”

He spoke clearly, confidently, domineering. Kurt wasn’t saying this as a promise to you like one you’d asked him to keep. Kurt was saying it as a rule he had created, and would kill before letting anyone alter it, or stop him from following. Kurt would not be misunderstood, or made out to be any less powerful. This Kurt would not be called bossy, and stop tantrumming for what he wants by getting a hint of attention. You knew your Kurt. This was his time to shine, and really show off his dominant side in front of you.

Kurt shoved his hands behind your head. Accidentally getting his long digits tangled in your hair, but he moved them around until they were set locking you in from behind. He threw his leg over your body and you gasped as his weight came down, a sudden move that left you caught weak, and slightly stunned. That’s when Kurt started grinding into you. Dry humping you, even with both your clothes on, but being so close, so insanely covetous. And he was really pressing into you.

You were moaning quickly, body moving under him with each powerful thrust, as he pushed his clothed member into your mount. You could feel how rock hard Kurt was, even with all the layers. And he was resolute to shove that inside you. Masterfully unflinching. When he was like this, you always thought he’d be able to fuck you even with your clothes on. Rip a hole through both your goddamn pants with how hard he thrusts into you. Piercing the clothes from friction and stubbornness and his determination to fuck you so bad. Of course you knew it was impossible. But when he was in charge like this, you just knew to stay under him, let him work you both through it, and you simply moaned with the possibilities, of him being so good in control.

“Look at you. You’re getting all needy.” Kurt pants above you. And you know he’s talking about the fact you’re still fully dressed, but you’re digging your hands into his arms to even attempt at quietening down your whines. The fact he can probably feel how wet you are, even through those layers. Kurt was usually needy, but Kurt loved when you got needy back.

A scream filled the room, that wasn’t yours. And for just two seconds, escaping Kurt’s glowering gaze, you turned your head to the side, to see the tv. The rest of the room black, except for the glow illuminating you two in this salacious position, on the goddamn couch. Your eyes on the screen as a girl screamed at her killer.

“Don’t look at that.” Kurt snapped your attention back, hand going to your cheek after he spoke, just locking it there to cage you in even more. “Just look at me.”

You nodded, Kurt starting to move against you more again, quicker now. His hair bouncing over you as his head tilted back. A small “Fuck” leaving his lips breathlessly.

“Mmhm. Promise. I’ll look at you Kurt.” You said quietly, getting him to look back at you with a satisfied gaze in his eyes.

As Kurt’s head shot forward, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he pressed his forehead against yours. Still sweet, in a way, even as you two were bouncing, and he was panting still, against your face. Kurt hummed, and you could feel his hips slowing down, thinking he was about ready to cum. But instead, Kurt pressed onto you one tiny kiss, poorly aimed to the side of your nose, before he dragged your thighs down, and started pulling your pants off you. You should’ve known Kurt in this mindset wouldn’t be done so quickly.

You helped him out, taking off your own shirt, while Kurt did his, although Kurt’s hands slapped onto your chest before you could remove your bra. You winced a little, he’d clearly been eager, but Kurt hummed as he rubbed over your breasts. Rolling them in his hands, as he kept rutting at you, this time into the back of your thigh, where he could more easily reach, instead of your cunt. Although he didn’t seem to mind either way.

Then Kurt’s mouth darted forward, and it was on your chest in an instant. He mouthed over your breasts noisily, humming in either content, or an earthly thirst for more. Kissing over them in wide open kisses, sucking the top of them into his mouth, scraping his teeth over them, biting them, flatly jamming his tongue against them. Whatever he could do, before he was ripping your bra off you.

Before you could complain with an actual shout, Kurt cut you off hastily by promising “I’ll buy you it again.” In fact, as his mouth moved down to sloppily kissing, and scraping his teeth over your bellybutton, in a feasting way simply hungry for more of your flesh, he promised to buy you five more.

Kurt managed to relieve your nipple of his mouth quickly enough, his hands aiming for his pants, and the zipper sound made a spark soar even greater between your legs. When your hands reached over to help him out his confines, he pushed them away however. Freeing himself, before moving back to press your hands together, into your chest. Kurt looked you up and down for a few seconds. Considering you, almost, as you gazed at him too. Until he finally spoke up, with a sharp “Mine.”

“Mmhm. All yours Kurt.” You promised him.

That seemed to slow down his movements a little. Soften him. And as you raised a hand to cup his cheek, you watched as his eyes shut closed, and he leaned into your touch. God he was so warm. But you didn’t get long to think, because his eyes were open again and, while slightly less steely, still very much in charge.

You watched his hand reach downwards, and you knew what he was doing. Relaxing into the couch, while Kurt started pushing himself inside you.

You could tell he was being still gentler as he did this. His hand went to your arm, supporting you, as he grazed just the tip inside. You extended your neck, tilting your chin upwards, hoping Kurt would get the message. And oh was he such a good boyfriend. He knew what you liked. Kurt immediately went in on your neck. Pressing kisses to your favourite spot of all time. Covering your neck and jaw in sloppy, nipping, deep bruising kisses. Nuzzling his mouth back and forth wildly into the crook of your neck, that made you whine right into his ear, as he pushed himself inside you. Enough so he could start fucking you, only pulling back from your neck when the wet slapping sounds of him fucking your hole began to become audible.

Kurt pressed down his bare chest on top of you, and you could feel how even, and how rugged, his breaths were, as his eyes focused in on you, fucking you like his life depended on it, on this couch. He only seemed to get this controlled when he’s dominant, and it was doing a lot for you. Raising your hand up to cup his cheek, while he just stares down at you, you feel him rocking hard against your walls, almost filling you to the point he can fuck that sensitive part deep inside, already. Kurt bites at your palm, and you only moan in response. Something that gets you bitten everywhere else.

He presses not just his chest, but his whole body weight on top of you. With you unable to tell if his eyes are lighting up or darkening, at the way your hands scratch marks into his back whenever he does so. Locking you in place with his thighs, hands creating shaped bruises into your flesh that are from passion alone. And you’re sure he’s going to be excitedly kissing all over later.

His cheek presses to the side of your head at one point. And maybe it’s just so you can feel his drool from his lips, and hear his rough breath in your ears, and stick to his sweat, all while he can so dirtily inhale at your neck, and make you feel like a piece of meat. Only increasing that feeling as his thumb presses jabs into your clit. Forceful, but not in an awkward painful way. Soon Kurt’s abusing your poor, swollen button. Swearing you off from cumming until he’s finshed fucking you. Until he says he’s filled you full with his cum, until he’s bred you properly. Stuffed so full it’ll be leaking out of you, and he won’t let anyone else touch you, since they’ll see how full of his cum you are. Kurt’s breeding kink always seemed to come more head on, when he was feeling dominant with you.

And as a woman screams, and red light fills the room from the blood splatter on screen, Kurt can feel himself unravelling as your moans turn into your own screams in unison. Your nails dig into his back as you start groaning into his shoulder, while you finally cum, with his grunted permission of “Go ahead. Fucking cum for me.”

Kurt smashes his lips into yours, and finally feels that release. Cumming so deep inside you, while he keeps thrusting his hips. Needing it all. Needing to feel your walls clench around him and keep him in tight, while you scream his name, and he gets to make you his even more by shooting his load inside you. His own pleased moans being swallowed by your lips, as he ravages yours back. Being able to fuck you through your orgasm as he keeps cumming deep inside your pussy, finally shaking on his arms a little, as he holds you, still. Finally feeling all of himself draining, and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on top of you, still inside, and finish the movie. Kurt can’t help but kiss you when he cums, even when he’s very dominant, a lot of the time. It’s just in Kurt’s nature now. Something his brain, and his heart, are just created to do.

But don’t worry. Kurt always gives such good aftercare to his baby. Once they’ve been shown how dominant he can be. He’ll make sure you know you’re his, you’re with him, for good reason! And he wants to make sure you’re feeling just as loved, actually more, than when you began. Anything you need, is yours, okay? Are you okay? He’s still so thankful for having you in his life, and so happy, in this instance, that he got to fuck you so good you nearly cried as a horror film played the score for your grand love scene :)

#I didn’t feel as good abt this one but maybe it’s bc I don’t write super dom men as much?? #idm writing dom men at all but I usually do softer dom types (maybe it’s bc I dislike overpowering men irl 🤭 LMFAO) #i do still write dom men tho loads so idk maybe I just felt off today haha #also bc I’ve written a lot of Kurt smut recently sometimes I feel like if I try to change it up it’s not as good and gets worse the more #stuff I try to do/dif ways I try to describe it ig? #but I think that just comes with writing a lot of dif pieces with the same genre in a small time period bwaha #so shouldn’t be a long lasting thing #hope y’all still enjoy anyway!! #hope this was alright! :) #citrussy #kurt kunkle #spree 2020 #anon #ask #kurt kunkle/reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle drabble

[rainebelowzero]

Hiii, sorry I keep leaving for super long, I'm not quitting or anything, I've just been busy. This is pretty short, but I might write something longer related to this eventually.

cws: technically exhibitionism (i think??), basically you fuck Kurt while he's in a voice chat

Thinking abt fucking Kurt while he's talking to people in vc of the game he's playing. He's sitting in your lap, your cock inside of him, and he's trying to focus on the game. He doesn't want the people he's playing with to be pissed at him for losing because of him, but he still can't fully pay attention.

Occasionally, you thrust upwards, or snake a hand under his shirt to pinch one of his nipples, and he desperately holds back a moan so the others don't hear him. He's biting down on his lip, hard, as it gets harder and harder for him to be quiet. He swears you just like to see him suffer, and he gently grinds back against your cock.

Maybe he'll let out a loud whimper on accident, and have to play it off as a sound of frustration, though, it could actually be one, since he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't rather have you pounding his insides than play a video game with some random people yelling at him to get better at the game.

Eventually, his mind might just go completely blank, and he begs you to just fuck him, to stop teasing him and just use him until he cries.

The game is completely forgotten as soon as you push him up against his desk and fuck his brains out, and as his moans fill the room, neither of you even remember that he's unmuted the whole time while he groans and cries out your name.

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #dom male reader #x male reader

[camptw1nk]

I can not reblog the two doms one overstimulated sub post again bc i reblogged it like a couple hours ago but its on my mind. I be thinking

#kurt as an overstimulated mess is so good so powerful #and hes such a people pleaser he deserves a couple of doms to work very hard to serve #nsft cw #ooc.