#Kurt Kunkle fic

[ddejavvu]

Kurt fucking you in the back of his spree my beloved <3

Always sets a towel down for you because if he’s gonna cum inside you, and eat you out till you squirt, the least he can do is make sure it’s sanitary for his passengers. Kurt will lick most of the mess up. Just at least him him record you licking the mess he can’t reach off of his face. Your mess, while he’s red and panting and his tongue is fuzzy out of his mouth. (He may even have a million recordings from his dash cam, of him and you fucking in every available position in that Prius)

holy shit.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Look at this," Kurt breathes, chest heaving with deep breaths as an after-effect of his orgasm, "You're- god, you're full. You're leaking."

"Kurt," You whimper, hips squirming in sensitivity as your cunt remembers the feeling of Kurt's hard cock dragging against its insides, "Please, just do something!"

"I will," He croons, angling his camera closer towards your dripping pussy, spreading his free hand over your stomach, "I will, babe, just- wow."

You're sure your cunt is a sight, sticky and dripping with obscene amounts of Kurt's cum. He cums hard, he cums fast, and he cums a lot. You're almost worried he'll wait to eat it out of you until he's regained a proper breathing pattern, but you know he'd rather suffocate in your pussy than hold himself back from it.

"Here," He sets the camera on the center console, turning it to face him as he hikes your thighs up over his shoulders, "Sorry, babe, I just- I had to get a good shot."

"Mhm," You nod, watching him with desperate eyes as he adjusts your positioning, teeth digging into your lip, "Quick, Kurt, please!"

"On it," He mumbles, nose bumping your clit as he dives in. His tongue presses flat to your slit, collecting the smears of his own cum that had oozed out from between your lips. It puts pressure against your slit that only makes you ache more for penetration, reigniting a slowly dying fire from after he'd pulled out.

"Oh my- god!" You gasp, hips jerking upwards into his face and thighs squeezing his head. His tongue prods sharply in through your slit, a gush of his cum mixed with your slick pouring onto his tongue. He nearly chokes on it, teeth scraping your clit and jolting it with a zing of electricity where his face had been unceremoniously smashed into your cunt.

He whimpers against your warm, wet cunt, the sound reverberating around your insides in a vibration that shakes you to your core. You're shamelessly squeezing his head with your thighs now, and you're not sure he can breathe, but you are sure he doesn't care whether he can or not. He's happy, and he'll want 'died eating pussy' on his tombstone.

Needy, rampant moans flow from your throat with all the grace of a man on fire, but that's exactly how you feel, Kurt's tongue dragging a trail of heat from just below your ass to the hood of your clit. You're not sure if it's the leftover high from when he'd cum, the sound of his release squelching inside of you as he tongues it, or the way that he whines into your pussy, but maybe it's a combination of all three that makes you squirt.

The feeling of your cum splattering his face doesn't deter Kurt, it might even make him more eager. He cleans you up until your legs tremble, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

"Kurt," You beg, tugging on his hair, "Please, please too- too much!'

"I'm not done," He begs, tongue sweeping a glob of cum off of your inner thigh, "Please, just- just a little more!"

"I can't-!" You cry out when he dips his tongue back between your folds one last time, lapping up the last smear of cum from inside of you and leaving you a sticky, drooly mess.

"Sit up," He urges you, slipping his hands behind your back and making sure you're in the camera's line of sight, "And- and clean me up, babe."

He takes your chin in his hands, tilting it so that you're slack-jawed and panting only inches from his face. When you arch upwards and drag your tongue along his cum-stained chin he moans, a similarly sticky tongue on display as his jaw drops.

You lick him clean with a series of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that eventually land on his tongue, gathering the sheen of slick that lays on its surface and smearing it between your own tongue and his.

He lets it transition into a sloppy kiss, all drool and tongue and teeth until your lips are bitten raw and spit seeps down your lips.

It's only when you break away to slump your forehead onto his face and breathe that he remembers the camera, reaching for it and showcasing the shine of your spit on his chin.

"Love you," He murmurs, positioning the camera in his lap so that it gets a shot of your sweat-beaded, fucked-out face.

You nod, lips stinging and slick with drool, eyes drooping shut as you breathe, "Love you too, Kurt."

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[sadhours]

helloooooo :3

i wanted to request something for kurt kunkle where he has a twitch streamer!gf ? >.<

i just adore cute little kurt 🩷🩷

you’re streaming on twitch, just chatting and you’re loading up a TikTok compilation sent by a chatter when you hear the door of the apartment close, alerting you that your boyfriend kurt is home from his spree shift. he was streaming himself, you had it on your phone on silent, just to make sure he had at least one viewer. you’d shouted out his stream on your own but not many people actually went over to watch him. you’re not really surprised, you’re mostly referred to as a booby streamer as is.

kurt walks into the room, smiling all smitten at you as he pulls up his gaming chair and sits beside you, waving to the webcam.

“how many viewers do you have?” he asks as he leans closer to the screen, his grin widening as he sees the number, “holy cow! five thousand!”

you giggle as you lace your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek, “everyone say hi to kurt!”

he throws up a peace sign, his eyes struggle to keep up with the chat. not quite as trained as you are to catch the meaningful commentary. he frowns as he reads comments about himself and you reach over to squeeze his thigh. you find him so sweet and endearing, you know he’ll capture his own audience enough.

“we’re watching some TikTok’s and then i might play something, we’ll see,” you tell kurt as you smooth your palm against his thigh. “did you have a good night?”

“interesting night, missed you though,” he mumbles, finally making eye contact with you. you flush as you squeeze his thigh again and lean closer to kiss his cheek.

“missed you, too,” you tell him honestly before pressing play on the video. but you can’t tear your eyes away from kurt. watching his enthusiastic reactions to the TikTok’s. his loud laugh and his innocent eyes. his hair falling just over his eyebrows with every cackle. he offers meaningless commentary while you continue to stare at him. heart swelling in size with the absolute adoration you hold for him.

his eyes dart back to the chat, comments about how you’re looking at him and he meets your eyes, cheeks flushed with flattery.

“you’re so cute, kurt,” you confess, honestly.

“you’re cute!” he argues back, lips thin with embarrassment.

“no, you are,” you giggle and can’t help but lean closer to capture his lips in a kiss. kurt kisses back slowly, hand moving to wrap round your waist from behind.

you bite his lower lip and he parts his lips, allowing your tongue easy entrance. you forget you’re live, kissing him with want and desire and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. tongues clashing and it’s sloppy… suddenly, you’re shocked back to reality. looking to the camera, you giggle and exclaim, “TOS! TOS! I have to go! see you all later!”

quickly you end stream and close out of the browser. kurt looks at you with his shy, tight lipped smile. you climb into his lap, kissing him and giggling into it.

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[munsster]

kurt kunkle and his bimbo girlfriend

A/N: this week has literally forced me to be obsessed with this greasy little slasher (soooooo my inbox is surely open!) (gif creds: @stevesnailbat)

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Warnings: Spree (2020) related content, kurt kunkle, smut/suggestive themes, MDNI, slasher themes (blood, gore, murder, ghostface), pet names (baby, slasher), cam/stream sex

im sorry but gamer bf x bimbo gf trope is actually flooring me rn

he’s just this greasy little streamer you started watching and you’re this total babe who’s obsessed with him

and you are really obsessed with him

you are literally his Number one fan

if kurt kunkle has 100 fans, youre one of them. if kurt kunkle has 1 fan, its you. if kurt kunkle has no fans, you’re dead.

you plugging kurtsworld96 at any given chance, like he’s so confused the first time he hears you do it, but then he gets so happy and just pulls you in

you being the first one to be super excited about his amount of viewers/followers

a celebratory kiss for ur streamer bf 🥰

also getting really worried when he seems to be in a little bit of trouble (ie cops in the background yikes)

him always reassuring you that he’s fine and he’ll figure it out

you dont know it but he’ll do anything you say, even if it meant turning off his stream for the night

you literally suggested doing cam stuff together before chat suggested it, but now chat is like obsessed with that because theyre a bunch of pervs

you treating chat like a sassy lil mama (“ew! behave yourselves” “ask nicely” “‘put it in her ass’ oh cmon, you know better” “shhh, quit being bratty, thats not how good little viewers get what they want, now is it?”)

youre such a lil price gouger, youre like “okay if someone sends in $50, i’ll let you guys watch us” and chat loves you so obviously they end up doing that

kurt really really loves you, plus you do wonders for his numbers. viewers basically double when he even mentions you

“‘kill your gf’ pfft yeah right, i know all his tricks, i’d like to see him try!” and you’re like in his lap and grinning and he just grins at you and when you turn to face him, he lands a big ol smooch on you

even after months of being together, he still gets nervous around you

and you always tell him to “relax, baby, it’s just me” all while he’s literally buzzing in your presence

he probably likes his hair pulled tbh

like even when you just run your fingers through his hair, he’s purring, he’s so slutty for it

asking him to do skincare/haircare with you as an excuse to take showers together 😝

like of course he’s gonna do it 1) because he loves you and 2) because afterwards, he smells like a candy store

you picking out his outfits because what he wears now is actually a cry for help

no because he would actually let you treat him like a dress up doll

you being really excited about it and telling him to do GRWM and OOTD segments on his streams (which are completely led + narrated by you, but he doesn’t need to know that)

him teaching you how to play video games (even though you already kinda know, you let him have his moment)

you designing the clickbait thumbnails for all of his youtube videos and they’re definitely all sparkly and pink and cute

you begging him to come with you to get your nails done, telling him he doesn’t have to get his nails done, you just want him to go with you

but of course, you convince him to get his nails done (just a basic polish *cough cough* in literally neon green, his choice) and he flaunts it to stream

he definitely makes fun of bobby like “my girlfriend is literally so hot. where’s yours? oh wait……”

and you HATE bobby

you think he’s a bad friend to kurt, but you’d never tell him that. you just scheme like “noooo baby, hang out with me, not bobby” and he’s like okay 🥰

also him being a little protective and possessive over you

like when other attractive people glance at you, he’ll grab your hand or put his arm around you or ask for a little kiss (all of which you do happily)

i love yous are thrown around like none other, and it makes him blush everytime. even when youre just tuning in, if he gets that “i love you, slasher” message, he’ll go red as a tomato

oh that reminds me: youre favorite movies being slasher films like scream and scary movie and american psycho, and he’s not stupid so he definitely senses the theme there

bonus: he definitely buys one of those ghostface masks just to surprise you (and get into your pants)

you offering to help clean his car after particularly gory kills (and he knows ur really good with aesthetics and detail work)

also you cleaning him up after particularly gory kills 🥺

like he’ll come home with blood streaked down his face, and you’re like “aw baby 😟 c’mere”

he LOVES it, he feels like a little puppy dog around you because you take care of him so well

you are all about sneak attack kisses, and he never knows what to do with them, he just sits there and smiles while you hold his face and pecks his lips

bro eventually, he’ll start laying the rizz down on you (and he’s not very good at it but) its so sweet that he’s genuinely trying and happy

like he’ll just spit pick-up line after pick-up line whenever you’re around, and you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek

you don’t even have to ask and he’ll buy you cute clothes. not that he’s insanely rich or like raking it in, but he makes enough, and he will spend money on something nice for you before he buys something for himself

him begging to drive you anywhere and anywhere even though your car works perfectly fine, he just wants to do things for you

also him begging to rig your car with cameras, too, just so when he does have to be in your car, he can still stream

ummm bonus: he definitely sets up a camera above his bed so like not only can he do sleeping streams, but…. you know…… angles 😌

you bringing him snacks and drinks during his stream and he gets the biggest googly eyes

you’ll just walk in in like the skimpiest little outfits, grinning and winking at the camera before giving kurtie a sloppy kiss

yall he’s so fucking dumb (in a loving way), but you’ll get into the car in like the most revealing and tight top and he’ll get all nervous and try to angle the cameras like ‘yall seeing this???’ all while smirking to himself

him accidentally referring to you as his wife on multiple occasions while streaming

letting you put your songs in the queue every so often

bonus: after hearing you play it literally once, his new favorite song is ‘stars are blind’ by paris hilton. that shit bangs and he knows it

him making you a playlist of all his songs (and he actually falls in love when you mention the fact that you listen to it almost constantly)

he actually can’t believe you love him and you’re of fan of his work and you’re actually the cutest thing he’s ever seen (nice tits, too)

it takes a lot of convincing and proof on his part that you truly love him, but you’re not shy about showing it and you’ll prove it to him anytime he needs

masterlist

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[usedtobecooler]

chop chop slide | kurt kunkle x fem!reader

Pairing | Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv sex, car sex, rough sex, hair pulling, scratching, dirty talk, degradation, recording without consent, mentions of murder skits. eludes to an unhappy ending.

Word Count | 1.3k

A/N | this has been a draft for a looooong time so i'm glad it's finally complete and published!! thank u to my favourite kurt babes @loveshotzz and @chainsawmunson for dealing with my ramblings for this fic, and to @superblysubpar for kickstarting my obsession with writing for this lil incel

He’s not incredible at this, you need to make that perfectly clear in your head before you end up falling in love with a sociopath. It’s hard to remind yourself when he’s deep in your guts and fucking you in rhythm with the shitty electronic music that’s vibrating in the car, bass thrumming through your veins. 

There are little spatters of blood above his eyebrow, the tips of his dirty blonde hair matted with it, and you’re trying to ignore it but it’s hard to. You knew his murder skits were fake, (or so you hoped) still it doesn’t make it any less unsettling to look at, especially in the vulnerable state you’re currently in — tits out, cunt stuffed full, locked in a basic strangers car. 

“H-holy shit,” Kurt stutters, knocking you out of your trance, wide eyes tearing away from his soiled hair and back to his awestruck face. His own eyes are watching where you’re bouncing on top of him, your pussy sucking him in, soaking his pelvis. You leave a creamy ring of release matting down his pubic hair, a testament to how turned on you really were. 

You bury your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging tightly until he’s hissing and punching up into you, cock gliding wetly inside your velvet walls. It’s animalistic, a push and shove for dominance, and you’re unsure who’s going to win as his fingers bite into your thick thighs and keep you held down on him, the thick head of his cock bruising into your cervix and knocking the air from your lungs.

It was unexpected, when you’d pulled his cock out of his pants in eagerness, you didn’t expect to see the absolute monster that sprung loose. He was hung, ridiculously so, and from that second you knew you needed him in you. Wasted no time in sinking down onto him, relishing in the quiet whining it produced from his puffy pink lips.

It was still knocking the wind out of you now, though. It made you feel dizzy with want, the biting at your slick walls still somewhere in the back of your mind.

“Your pussy is so tight,” Kurt groans, head thumping back against the headrest, eyes squeezing shut as he catches a breath for a moment. You find that moment of weakness to regain control of the situation, using your knees to start up your movements again, clamping down on his girth until he’s gasping, eyes flying open again, “I’m gonna cum if you — fuck, fuck!”

“Feel that good?” You ask, stupid on his cock. Of course it fucking feels good, you can feel him pulsing inside of you, stretching your walls with every deep stroke. You loosen the grip on his hair in favor of clamping your fingers onto the back of his chair, bouncing with more vigor, unable to contain the pretty moans spewing from your gloss-slick plump lips. 

The winding in your belly builds with every deep stroke of Kurt’s cock inside of you, the curved tip brushing at your frontal wall perfectly until you’re mewling, back arching until your chest is flush to his own, his soft baby blue sweater welcoming against your hot skin.

Your gushing cunt begins to drown out the shitty bass thrumming in your ears, sloppy and dripping all down the insides of your thighs and laving at Kurt’s balls. The slick sounds a testament to how turned on you are, and that mixing with his silly little pathetic whimpering is about to do it for you. It builds, and builds, and builds until —

“Say you want me,” Kurt’s voice catches you by surprise — it’s not as high pitched as usual, deep with want as he fucks up into you, doing half the work for you as your body goes limp, exhausted from the impending orgasm that just got washed away in an instant, “Say y-you— say you need me.” 

Your cunt clenches, a wave of heat thrumming in your belly at his words. You can’t even reply, at a loss for what to say, unable to focus on anything but the way the tip of his cock grazes your frontal wall and the needy way his big eyes are watching you. 

He doesn’t like that you’re not giving him an answer, not giving him what he wants. He whines like a petulant child, fists a hand into your hair and tugs you back until you’re bent backwards, lodged in between the two front seats on the center console. You yelp, crying out at the new angle and the change of pace. 

“Say it.” He demands, the pleading look still etched on his face, though his eyes are hardened in a way that’s almost terrifying. It’s hard to focus on the murderous look in his eye when he’s fucking you so rough you feel like you’re bruising, and you’re so weak for it that you’re gushing all over him, like a true sadist creep. 

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this. 

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell the camera how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, gleaming white teeth showing menacingly under the harsh lighting. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this the entire time — red light on his little gopro that was stuck to the windscreen.

You panic a little when you make eye contact with the camera, aware you’ve given yourself away completely now, so if he were to show this to anybody or post it there was no way to deny it was you. But when Kurt fucks up into you so hard your eyes roll into your skull, the anger and offence disappears as fast as it came. 

“Fucking admit it,” His words catch between a plea and an order, whiny at the end as you continue moaning instead of obeying him immediately. Your tummy winds tight, tighter than the hand he has wound in your tresses, the rough tug making your scalp burn, “Do it, you slut.”

“It’s — it’s so good, Kurt. Fuck, oh fuck,” You’re yelping, vision blurring at the edges, his violent words mixing with the harsh way his cock slams into your spongey spot enough to tip you over. Your fingers grip at his sides, talon-like nails raking into his skin hard enough to tear it as you cum, white hot heat spreading through your body as your cunt spasms and clenches around his thick length.

“You — you’re s-so wet,” Kurt stutters, his hips faltering in a telltale sign that he’s close to losing it. You watch him with hazy eyes as he leans forward, upper body engulfing your own, his free hand coming out to squeeze roughly at the swell of your tit, thumb sliding over your tight nipple until you’re moaning for him, pussy pulsing around him. 

“Yeah?” Your voice is hoarse and wet, the stinging in your scalp turning to pain and raking a sob from you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “Cum in me, then. Make me even wetter, you’d like that, right?”

Apparently, he would. Because your question has him grabbing at your soft breast harder, his hips stilling as his cock pulses inside of you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He’s so pretty when he cums that you can’t rip your eyes away, his hazel orbs slipping shut and dusky pink lips parting in a ragged moan.

It’s quiet for a second as the song transitions into something a little quieter, unfamiliar in your ears. So quiet, that you’re able to pick up a small whisper that sends chills down your spine;

“I'm not letting you go now.”

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[lipglossanon]

With Your Hands Between Your Thighs And A Smile

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(Title from the song lyrics 505 by Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, stepcest, slight breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, stepbro!kurt, fem!reader, slight perv!reader

Quick author’s note: if the thought that Kurt seems OOC crosses your mind just know I don’t care lol. Enjoy!

More stepbro!kurt found here

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The house is quiet after your mom and step dad loudly declared they were heading out for their monthly date night. You only wave goodbye as you continue to channel surf.

Kurt, your brand new step brother, sat slouched on the other end of the sofa. You gave a quick glance to him and saw he was completely zoned into his phone. He frowned down at the device before locking it with a sigh.

“The b-battery on this is shit,” he mutters out loud, turning his attention to the tv.

You hum in agreement, as you now openly look at him. You kinda hated how much you liked him. He was such a loser but weirdly sweet. He has been nothing but nice to you and your mom—really trying to make you both feel welcomed (although you could tell he and his dad had a strained relationship).

After he got over the fact you didn’t do social media (his exclamation of “how will people even know who you are?!” was met with an eye roll and a laugh, “I’ll introduce myself to them, Kurt”), you and he got along really well. The fact you wanted to fuck his brains out, however, is something you’ve been keeping pretty close to the chest.

You’ve had to live together for the past few months now since the actual marriage ceremony and you feel like you’re about to crawl out of your skin with want. Kurt is so cringe and clingy, but somehow that seems to really work for him. It hasn’t stopped you from fantasizing of riding him in the back of his car or think about sneaking into his room at night to slip under his covers for a bit of fun.

And now, here you both were at home on a Friday night with your respective parents gone until the wee hours of the morning. You bite your thumbnail as a half formed idea flitted through your brain. You bring your attention back to the tv and begin to purposefully search through the channels for a borderline porno type of movie. Once settling on one, you press your back to the armrest so your body is facing out toward Kurt.

It takes a few scenes before it seems to click with him, which by that time you already have your shorts tugged down as you slowly tease your slit through the gusset of your panties.

“W-what’re you doing?” he whispers, like he’ll get in trouble (god he’s so clueless it makes you want him even more).

“Just trynna have a bit of fun, Kurtie.”

His jaw clenches but his eyes stay on the motions of your hand as you slowly tease yourself. You give him a coy smile.

“You can’t touch me but if you want to jerk off, I wouldn’t mind.”

He sucks in a deep breath and you watch as his dick thickens in his sweatpants. You moan and shuck your shorts and panties all the way off, leaving your cunt bare to his gaze. You then strip off the skimpy tank top you were wearing with nothing underneath leaving your tits completely uncovered.

Kurt’s eyes greedily take you in, bouncing from your hardening nipples down to your dripping pussy.

Your fingers dip back down your body to circle your sensitive and swollen clit. You let out a low whine as a gush of slick coats your inner thighs.

Kurt’s dark eyes sweep over your body, back up to your own heavy lidded gaze.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes out quietly, his own hand squeezing at the bulge in his sweatpants.

You bite your lip to hold back another whine.

“Wanna touch you, Kurtie”

“I-I want to touch you too, but we can’t,” his brows furrow, “we shouldn’t even be d-doing this.”

You sigh out a moan, “I know. It’s really dirty.”

You slip your fingers through your slick folds and sink your ring and middle finger into your soppy wet hole.

“Wish it was your fingers, Kurt. Your hands are so big.”

You watch as he slips the band of his sweats down to his thighs. His cock springs up with a wet slap to his belly.

“Fuck,” you moan, “want you in my pussy so bad.”

“You can’t say that,” he pants, hand slowly beginning to stroke his cock in time with your thrusting fingers.

You pout, “Why not? It’s only the truth.”

“C-cause,” his eyes dart to the door, “we’re step siblings now. What we’re doing is bad.”

You hum, “Mmhmm so bad.”

You slowly ease your fingers out of your clenching heat and crawl over to Kurt’s side of the couch.

He stops stroking his dick to press his hands into your shoulders to stop you moving into his lap.

“W-what’re you doing? You said no touching,” his eyes are glued to your swaying breasts and bare cunt.

“I changed my mind,” you murmur and push against his hold to slip into his lap. You both let out low moans at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against your wet pussy. He kicks off his sweatpants the rest of the way leaving you both now nude.

“We just won’t put it in,” you whisper against his lips, “it’s not wrong if you just don’t slip it in my needy little hole, right Kurtie?”

Your lips drag against his with every sinful word from your mouth. His pupils are completely blown out when you pull back to run your hands down his chest.

“Take this off for me, please?”

He scrambles to quickly remove his shirt, only to get tangled in it before ripping it off and throwing it down on the floor.

You bite your lip as you card your fingers through the light smattering of his chest hair.

“God Kurt, you’re so hot it’s stupid.”

“Y-yeah?” He watches you completely dazed, hands loosely holding your hips like he doesn’t know where to put them.

“Mmhmm, wanted to suck you off the first time we met,” you suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you move your gaze from his chest to his eyes, “wanted to cry and choke on your cock while our parents were having their stupid dinner date in the other room.”

“Fuck.”

His hips thrusted up, dragging his cock up against your clit making your hole clench on nothing. His hands slowly come up and cup each breast. His thumbs begin to softly circle your nipples.

You mewl, arching your back so it pushes your breasts further into Kurt’s space. His lips are parted in awe as he takes your nipples in between his fingertips and tweak the hardened buds.

You couldn’t stop the wanton sounds from tumbling out of your panting mouth.

“So sensitive,” Kurt whispered to himself, ducking his head down to suck on your nipples constantly swapping from one to the other.

“I love your tits, you’re a-always wearing such low tops, and—” he grinds his cock up against your thighs, smearing precum along your skin.

Your hands slide up from his chest to cradle his jaw. You watch him pout as you pull him away from your breasts. Your hands slink down his body to tease the thatch of hair above his dick. His hands go down to your hips, massaging and groping the fat there.

“Maybe,” your gaze drifts down to his swollen, leaking cock. You softly tease the tip before pressing his foreskin back to circle the head.

“Maybe you could just put the tip in,” you say, still dragging your fingers against his pink cockhead.

“Wha—“ he moans, eyes clenched shut and the grip on your hips bruising. You hope there are fingertip shaped marks tomorrow.

“Just the tip isn’t going all the way, is it?” You coo at him, fingers slipping away from the head of his dick down his shaft to feather across his balls.

“Fuck,” he moans, his head dropping forward into the junction of your neck and shoulder, his eyes taking in your hands teasing his balls.

“Just t-the tip, nothing else?” He finally gets out, pulling away to look you in the face.

You smile wickedly, “Exactly, Kurt. It’s gonna feel so good.”

He groans, “Alright, but just the tip. We can’t do a-anything else.”

“Of course, Kurtie,” you press a quick kiss to the apples of his cheeks. “Now, put it in me, please.”

“You want me— oh, fuck. Okay, okay,” he’s mumbling to himself as he slips the tip of his dick into your wet spasming hole.

“Yes, so good. Such a good boy for me. S’just the tip Kurtie, promise won’t go any further.”

His hands are gripping the fat of your thighs like a lifeline, head tossed back in an effort to keep still.

“You’re so fucking tight, god I can’t—“ he chokes out, bringing his blown out gaze to your own.

“You’re just too good at stretching me out, Kurt,” you whine, pressing closer to him, dragging your lips across his in an almost kiss.

“Fuck me, y-you can’t just say s-sh-stuff like that.”

But you’re so desperate at this point and not able to think past the feeling of the slight stretch of your pussy and how empty it feels. Whining you work his cock further and further into your body as Kurt just holds your thighs in a death grip.

He’s mumbling out, “Stop, baby, f-fuck. Can’t keep going— you’re gonna— shit your so tight, gotta stop before we go too far.”

He groans until you’re sitting flushed against his pelvis.

You lift you up just to slide back down, enjoying just how big and thick he is inside you.

“Couldn’t wait, Kurtie,” you sigh out, eyes slipping shut and cunt stuffed full.

Your eyes flutter back open only to see Kurt’s lips pressed in a thin line and eyes dark.

He lifts you up until he’s nearly slipping out before slamming you back down, a choked cry leaving you.

“You promised you wouldn’t go too far.”

He repeats the rough thrust and now makes you grind down as his dick stretches out your weeping cunt.

“But you just had to do what you wanted, huh? Needed me to plug up your s-sloppy little pussy? Telling me how nasty of a, a girl you are.”

He doesn’t pull out as he shifts you both to lay out on the couch. You cry out as he begins deep harsh thrusts, so thankful you’re the only two home as Kurt rails you into the beat up couch.

“Nothing but a cock slut,” he growls in your ear, “only good for letting me use your tight hole.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, nails digging into Kurt’s broad shoulders, “need it, need you.”

“I’m not gonna last too long,” Kurt grits out.

“Mmm, you gonna cum in me? Going to fill me up?” You gasp out, feeling as Kurt thrusts into you even harder.

“Y-Yeah I am. I’m going to fill that p-pretty pink pussy to the brim and you’re going to love every s-second of it aren’t you?” He pumps his hips faster, feeling your cunt tighten around him.

“Mmm yes, please,” you moan, dragging your nails across Kurt’s back.

Kurt begins to grind down with every thrust of his hips, making you take him as deep as possible.

“Fuck, I-“ Kurt realizes much too late and is now trying to slow his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to spilling inside you.

“I’m n-not wearing a condom.”

His eyes finally drag up from watching his cock piston in and out of your clenching heat. His brows are furrowed in a mix of worry and pleasure.

You moan at the distraught tone and worried gaze, walls clenching around the thick cock splitting you open. You lift your head up to nip at his earlobe, tongue darting out to smooth the sting.

“Doesn’t it feel good though?” You murmur in his ear, “feel how wet and tight my pussy is? You know you want to give it to me. Watch as your cum drips out, leave my hole a sticky mess.”

He moans out while his hips pump faster.

“That’s it, Kurtie,” you purr, eyes glinting in pleasure, “give it to me. Make me cum on your fat cock and I’ll let you cream this pretty pussy.”

Kurt groans and begins to thrust sloppily with abandon. His hips are now rabbiting into your squelching cunt. The couch creaks as you’re filled again and again, your g-spot battered with each thrust that has your toes curling in pleasure.

You let out a breathy moan, “Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum.”

Kurt clumsily slips a hand between you two and starts rubbing at your clit a little too roughly but eager to please; his inexperience is doing it for you though. Your orgasm crashes over you. Your clit throbs as your pussy walls clench rhythmically around the cock filling you causing Kurt to reach his peak as well.

His thrusts stutter into your pliant body as rope after rope of hot cum fills your spasming cunt. You feel his cock throb and kick inside you as your hole keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He lets out a low moan as he continues to finish inside you.

“There’s so much,” you gasp out, loving the feeling of being pumped so full of Kurt’s hot cum.

“Y-yeah I always—there’s always a lot to clean up,” he blushes so hard the tips of his ears turn pink.

You hum a happy sound as your drag your nails through his messy hair, “I like it, Kurt.”

He looks at you with the most lovesick expression you’ve ever seen before shaking his head.

“This is—we shouldn’t have—“

You lean up and catch him unawares as you kiss him breathless. Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise but lets himself sink down into your body, kissing you back.

Pulling away you give a soft bite to his full lower lip.

“I wanted it, Kurt. And from the feel of it you did too,” you grin up at his flushed expression, “plus it’s pretty hot to get creampied.”

You felt his cock kick inside your well used pussy.

“Wanna go again?”

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[melodymunson]

Kurt Kunkle x fem reader one shot- rock you like a hurricane

Word count: 3.9K

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shoutout to @steveslittlesunflower & @djoekeeryy for beta-reading my rough draft of this fic!

And thank you to my good friend and roleplay partner Dana for being my inspiration for writing some of this. She role plays Kurt Kunkle better than anyone else ever could! 💖

warnings: anal sex, rimjob, prostate massage, oral (male & female receiving), pegging, blowjob, eating pussy, rough sex p in v. Dark fic. Violence and harsh language. Knife kink.

As Kurt's #1 fan, you go out of your way to meet him and drive Spree with him. You go on to commit violent acts together and depravity. You show virgin Kurt the time of his life and he has all of his sexual firsts with you.

If you're not documenting yourself, it's simple; you just don't exist. -Kurt Kunkle's philosophy

When you met Kurt, you were at the Taco Stand in Los Angeles. His order was the same as yours, Taco truck's most famous burrito and Carnita asada fries. While waiting in line for your food at the truck, he told you about his online persona and account Kurtsworld96. Of course, you followed him. Although he claimed he was into doing porn and making adult content, you didn't believe him. Kurt was pretty good as a streamer, even if he seemed a little crazy. Part of his allure was his big brown eyes and his charisma. At first, he couldn't put his finger on it but he realized you were a comedian who did some shows at the Joke Box. The car he drove was pretty nice and you found out he did Spree as a career. You took him up on his offer of getting a ride. Soon after that, you exchanged numbers. The water bottles in his car were a decoy and he couldn't fool you. It was obvious he made them watertight with glue and made them airtight after injecting the water on the label so the customers would get poisoned. You told him you knew, and he simply laughed and agreed with you before telling you he wouldn't let you drink it, anyway. His live streams could be intense, but something about him always made you want to keep your eyes on the screen. One day, his streaming turned into doing live kills. Most of the comments ranged from "That can't be real" to "You are a total sociopath." You still didn't care, and you wanted him anyway, regardless. Soon after that, you gamed pretty often with him. It was a lot of fun. Sure, he sometimes made crude or weird comments about the game, but you just felt captivated by the way he talked and how he had such a way with words. "I'm gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so hard." That is what he told you as you were gaming. It turned you on and you challenged him to prove it, so one day he promised he would…

The ride to your place from your work was great with Kurt, besides his awful taste in music. You made him change the station to rock and soon you got him into Ozzy and Buckcherry. Another person requested his Spree services, and you told Kurt it was fine. Once the guy got picked up, he almost immediately became a problem. He couldn't stop saying the most sexist and vile shit that was racist. Kurt had talked a bit with you about going after someone together and killing them. This guy was the type that deserved it. As he did his livestream, he drove to a very secluded part of the outskirts of LA and stopped the car. The pissed-off racist dude complained about being in the wrong place, but you and Kurt weren't listening even as his rant became a tirade about stupid crap. Not thinking twice about it, Kurt took the drill in his car and turned it on, drilling it through the guy's head. Taking out the knife you had, you stabbed him repeatedly. Dragging him out of the car, you threw his lifeless body into the woods. Now that you were all covered in blood together, you cleaned up as best you could with towels and went back to your place to shower.

Kurt always had his camera around filming everything around him. Now that you were at his place, his camera was still rolling but not a livestream. He promised to turn off the feature as long as he could film offline because you promised him the kinkiest shower ever. With the video camera running, you stepped into your shower with a clear shower curtain and started the water. There was so much blood everywhere. As you cleaned up, you washed each other's bodies. Seeing you like this made Kurt feel so lucky. It was the first time he ever showered with a woman. Watching porn and jerking off was all he had before he met you. Some of the adult films he watched helped him understand more about the female anatomy and giving pleasure. His day was about to get even better as you knelt in front of him and stroked his cock. He let out loud gasps as he figured out what you were about to do to him. The tip of his cock was flush and pink. Taking him into your mouth, you sucked on just the tip and tapped it against your tongue. Already you loved his taste and as you took more of him into your mouth, he held your hair back for you. The taste of his cock was becoming addicting as he called you his 'good girl' and looked down at you with lust and wonder in his eyes. It was his first blowjob, and he was so glad it was you giving it to him. Rocking his hips into your mouth, you swallowed more and more of him, taking him inch by delicious inch until you were swallowing his cock whole as you massaged his prostate. Occasionally you and Kurt would look over into the camera, him smiling, and you waving. The crescent-shaped marks you were leaving on his hips made him cry out even louder for you and your mouth.

"Fuck, baby girl. Gonna cum. Want to cum so bad in your mouth," he growled as his thrusts with his hips became more forceful. Having you take his cock to the back of your throat repeatedly drove him wild. You breathed through your nose as you let him fuck your face roughly.

Suddenly he came inside of your mouth as he pulled out a little, feeling his cock twitching. You happily swallowed all of it, then kissed up his body until your lips met in a deep and passionate tongue-tangling kiss.

"Now it's your turn to go down on me," you told him firmly. You wouldn't take no for an answer.

Kurt was more than eager to please as you pushed him down onto his knees and he spread your pussy lips. He put your leg over his shoulder and finger fucked you with perfect precision. As he listened to your pretty moans, he licked and sucked on your clit as he continuously fingered you.

"So fucking good Kurt. What a good boy you are," you praised him as you held onto the wall and looked into the camera with the biggest smile on your face.

"Tastes so good. I need your pussy."

Your taste drove him wild, and he was so addicted to your body, especially your pussy. The sounds of him sucking and licking you, combined with the pretty noises of pleasure you were making for him, practically made your legs shake with desire. Never did he have such a gorgeous woman to please and to give him pleasure. It was just something he didn't think was possible. With you, he felt like he had found the right person. Someone to understand his passion and his desire to kill and didn't judge him for it. You both had a taste for rough sex and being dominant but also submissive. He sucked your clit and ate you out like it was his last meal. He turned you around and pushed you up against the shower wall as he slapped your ass and spread your cheeks. He licked your pussy from behind and fingered your ass. Even as you came undone, he wouldn't stop getting you off and overstimulated you with his tongue. Your moans for him grew even louder. Before licking up your body, he tongued your ass and fingered it as he slapped your ass until it turned red, then met your lips in a forceful kiss. Tasting yourself from his lips as your mouths collided, you pulled him in close.

The next day after breakfast in bed you felt like you wanted to show him your true dominant side so you confessed to him about what you wanted.

"I want to fuck you, Kurt. You want to fuck me, Kurtie?"

"Yes please!"

"I want to fuck your ass," you admitted, sounding very sure of yourself.

He gulped slightly as he thought about the prospect of doing that with you.

"If you do that and I'm a good boy for you, will you let me fuck your pussy after?" He pleaded with big wide puppy dog eyes.

"Only if you are a good boy for me."

You finished up quickly with him in the shower and dried off, going right back to your bedroom and going into your drawers to find your strap-on. It was 9 inches and red. Kurt looked at the toy with awe in his eyes and got into position on the bed for you and you put it on for him. The camera stayed running and was put on a tripod. Later you planned to upload it to only fans.

"You are going to love my big cock, Kurt. Don't worry, I'll use lots of lube for you too."

There was no doubt you were rocking Kurt's world, and you knew he liked it dirty. Everything you did with your mouth to him was incredible. Kurt craved your mouth and had an oral fixation. Whether you were sucking on a lollipop or a popsicle, he always imagined it was your lips on his dick. Before you would claim his ass with your fake cock, you wanted to tease him and get him hard again by giving him more head- the head you knew he loved so much.

Putting your lips on the tip of his cock, you kissed it and licked the head, swirling your tongue around with eagerness. As you did this, Kurt gasped rather loudly. Your mouth was like magic to him and he was craving you so badly. Sucking even more of him into your mouth, you established a steady motion bobbing up and down. This drove him wild as he clenched the bed sheets beneath him. Once he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and he lifted his hips, bucking into your mouth. The act itself made you insatiable for him. Even if he didn't have your skills to compare to anyone else's, he knew you were a pro. The sucking sounds you made and the lewd gasps as you let him fill your throat with his hardness made him whimper for you. Tickling his balls and playing with them, you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him like a pro. Drool and spit ran down your mouth and you came up for air.

"That's enough for now, Kurtie. I'm going to please your ass next. Get you ready for my toy."

"Yes, please."

Licking a stripe down his ass, you licked his ass at a steady pace, wanting him to feel your tongue so expertly. The way he was groaning let you know he was feeling good because of your tongue. After a couple of minutes of this and him moaning softly, you stopped just to tease him.

Once the toy got lubed up, you got closer to him on the bed and stroked his cock, massaging his prostate for him. He whimpered already from the contact and his ass muscles clenched in anticipation of finally feeling your big fake cock fuck his ass. As you got the lube on your fingers and inside of his tight hole, you rubbed it around, massaging him, making him gasp from the pure ecstasy and sensations of it all.

Lining up at his entrance, you gave his ass a slap which earned a cry of pleasure mixed with pain from him as he was face down, ass up for you.

"Hold on tight for me baby, it's going to be a wild ride," you promised him, sticking the tip of the fake cock into his ass. It gently slid into him and stretched him out. His ass took to your strap oh so well and you held onto his hips as you moved deeper and even deeper inside his tight hole. His face was now on the pillows, turned sideways as he let you have your way with him. Kurt wouldn't do this with anyone else- just with you because you were his special girl.

Once you adjusted inside his ass, you began pounding away and slapping his ass, too. Kurt looked into the mirror as you fucked his now wide and open gaping hole. As he took your cock, you cried out in pleasure from the feeling of fucking his tight ass hole.

"Please fuck me hard, miss," Kurt begged.

"Shut up Kurt. I will tell you what you are getting, and you will learn to like it."

Deciding he had earned a punishment for back talking, you slapped his ass again, even harder this time. Being dominant was your specialty, and this situation certainly called for it. His groans became even louder as you fucked him good and at a leisurely pace. Once you thought he had enough of the slightly slower pace, you picked up and went deeper into his ass, pounding him at full force.

"Fuck, miss I love it," he dared to utter and gasp in pleasure.

Since he had been a fairly well-behaved boy, you stroked his cock for him, wanting him to receive ultimate pleasure. His cock bounced as you rutted into him and already the tip was leaking pre-cum. Stopping, you admonished him before continuing.

"Call me mommy, Kurt."

"Yes, mommy. Please, Mommy," he begged you, looking at the wall, not daring to dare a glance at you without permission first.

"Yes, mommy what?"

"Yes, mommy, I need you."

You pounded into him again, showing no mercy and raking your fingernails down his back, your other hand slapping his ass as he took you to the hilt. Kurt was having the time of his life and you were glad to give it to him. Being a master mommy dom for Kurt was your specialty. As his cries got louder, your thrusts got even deeper.

It was becoming a little unbearable for him because he hadn't experienced such a good fuck like this before. The sensations were new and intense for him, but his groans let you know you were working his ass just right. The way you pounded his ass was filthy and his cock needed some relief from the tension and attention too because of how pent-up he was for you.

"So good, miss. Please more," he pleaded with you as he looked at you with doe-like eyes.

Giving into his desires, you caressed his cock and stroked it, getting him to full hardness. You needed to fuck him soon, and his cock was already dripping with pre-cum. The harness you were using gave you pleasure as well as the vibrating setting on it could be felt on your clit.

"Yeah, you like it rough huh, like getting pounded for once?" You chided him for being the ultimate dom.

Putting him in his place was just what he needed, and you were going to get him to ultimately submit to you. With more thrusts, you drove him closer to the verge. Kurt whined so prettily for you as you felt the vibration stimulate your clit and bring you over the edge as you stroked his cock.

Pulling out unexpectedly, you threw the strap to the side and flipped him over, and hovered over his cock, your wet folds eager to take him inside. Sinking onto his cock, you let out a satisfied sigh.

"Does that feel good, Kurt? Huh? You love my fake cock and also my tight pussy, right?" You admonished him as you cupped his jaw and rode him.

"Yes, mistress. Love it all. Just want to be fucked so good. I love your pussy," he whined as you pinned his hands down, taking full control of him.

Your breasts bounced as you rode him hard, loving that you were still in control and taking the reins. Kurt loved it too and wanted to have you do whatever you wanted to him. He would fully submit and gladly be what you needed him to be.

Reaching over onto the nightstand, you picked up a small pocket knife you had and revealed the silver and shiny blade. It was glistening under the light and Kurt gasped as he saw it. Before you had talked about having a knife, kink and you both agreed you would use a knife someday when the moment was right just to tease each other.

"You gonna use that one me?" He questioned with wide-blown eyes, his hands behind his head.

"I am just going to tease you with it, baby."

Taking the knife, you held it up against his chest in between his nipples. Sucking one of his nipples into your mouth, you mewled and whimpered as the knife blade gently pressed into his skin. It was cold, and he shivered in anticipation of what was to come next. You just let his cock rest inside you, cockwarming him as you held the knife in the same place and paid equal attention to both nipples. Kurt's groans increased as you moved the blade to his arm, running it along his skin lightly. You stopped at his hand.

"Let's make a blood pact," you suggested with a dark glint in your eyes.

Kurt just nodded at this. Cutting yourself first, you let the blood drip down onto his stomach and then cut his finger. Pressing your finger up against his, you made a pact at that moment. You would never give him up or abandon him and you knew he wouldn't leave you.

"To us. Together forever," you proudly proclaimed.

"Against all others," he responded with fascination in his tone.

You then sucked his finger and let him suck yours clean of the blood as you moved again on top of him riding his cock.

Taking some rope, you tied his hands to the bedpost and smiled into the camera. From all this stimulation, he was getting close to his release. That wouldn’t happen though until he made you cum for him. Your pleasure was so important and Kurt was willing and eager to please you in every way possible. Kissing him with bloody lips, you finger fucked yourself, inching your way closer to release. A tingling sensation inside of you and fullness was emerging.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” You cried out as you grew closer to release.

Kurt just whined happily in response. Your fingers hit the right spot to drive you over the edge as you slammed into him, making the bed creak and headboards move.

“Yes, squirt for me,” he growled as he bucked his hips and watched you touch yourself.

Lewd and illicit moans escaped your lips as he groaned loudly, sounding so pretty for you as you rode his cock without mercy. The sounds you made caused his cock to twitch inside of you. Just then, you felt your release wash over you and you squirted for him, causing Kurt to moan.

“Fill me up, Kurt. Do it now. Fuck!” You gasped as you relentlessly fucked his brains out.

“That squirting was so hot,” he whimpered as he felt his cock leak pre-cum.

His thrusts were sloppy as he filled you up to the brim, coating your inner walls with his delicious seed. Collapsing on top of him in satisfaction, you caught your breaths as your hearts continued to race. You lay like that for a while, letting him rest inside of you.

From that moment on, you had the craziest sex together and fucked before and after every kill. Some people were innocent, others were scum bags. The urge to kill was all that mattered. Getting away with murder was glorious. Some people were run over, others were stabbed to death or shot. Some were even burned, and the evidence was easy to cover up- at least for a while. One of the most memorable kills meant a lot to you because it was your ex-boyfriend. That kill you dragged it out and made him suffer for as long as possible. There were so many tools and apparatus to use and you made good of them all. From using pliers and a screwdriver to nail guns and acid, you made him pay.

Once Kurt was caught and arrested, you planned to show up at his trial and be there for him as his biggest supporter. Despite your objections, he took all the credit for the killings. The trial declared him guilty on all counts of murder and they sentenced him to 10 years and 2 consecutive sentences. Once in prison, he wrote to you and called you every day. When he got a cell phone and snuck into prison, you sent him sexy nudes and he did the same for you. You visited him and had conjugal visitations. Even with the cameras on and people watching, you had the most mind-blowing sex ever. It was some of the best sex of your life. You even married him in prison. Once he got out, you knew he would make up for lost time. You eventually became a guard at the prison and got to see him every single day and fuck as often as possible. He was rough with you and you were the same way with him. The other inmates were probably jealous, but soon enough, you and Kurt escaped. Once out of prison, you established new identities and moved to another country to get a fresh new start. Until the killings started up again, that is. No matter what, you wouldn't let him go.

He had made a vow in prison he would no longer kill just anyone. Only the people who deserved it. Before he met you someone he had driven with spree a comedian Jesse confronted him. She tried to kill him, but he got away. It was a regret of his letting her get away, but he would move on. Newly established someplace safe with him, you promised each other you would stay together no matter what. To make things official, you had a small and private ceremony with Kurt streaming it for his followers. No one knew where the undisclosed location was, but it was a wondrous and beautiful event.

Neither of you needed extra income since you had streams and paid ones, making tons of sexy videos and live streams together. You used the dark web for your kills together and always wore masks to keep it discreet. When killing, you would keep your rings on a necklace to still show your love but not to give anything away to anyone who might recognize either of you. Leaving your families and old lives behind, you lived for each other. Having so many chances to kill and get away with it was the best. Only the most extreme crimes you saw fit to punish. The worst being cold-blooded murderers and molesters. Finding each victim carefully, you had them meet their demise. Kurt even became a hitman for hire. Eventually, though, you both stopped killing and settled down just living normal lives. Life went on pretty much normally, but you remembered fondly and would sometimes reminisce about old times. Never staying in any place too long, you traveled and just lived life one day at a time together.

soundtrack:

Crazy Bitch and Fuck It I Don't Care by Buckcherry

Rock you like a hurricane by the Scorpions

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

Hatefuck by Motionless In White

Crazy Town - Butterfly (Come to my lady)

Heathens by Halestorm

(You Drive Me) Crazy Britney Spears

Let's go crazy by Prince and the Revolution

Mad by Cassie Steele

Crazy Train and Diary of a Madman by Ozzy

THE TALKING HEADS - PSYCHO KILLER…

TEARS FOR FEARS - MAD WORLD…

PIXIES - WHERE IS MY MIND…

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[keeryparadise]

Front-Seat Driver || K.K.

[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Kurt Kunkle x fem!Reader

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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: You have a blind date tonight, but on your way there, your Spree driver decides he has other plans. (PWP)

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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 2.6k

[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, PWP, swearing, kidnapping, almost murder, erotophonophilia (murder kink), dacryphilia (crying kink), p in v sex, sex-tape/recording sex, manipulation??, f oral sex, masturbation, fingering.

[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Way too much exposition skip skip skip no one cares, psycho!Kurt, dom!Kurt, sub!Reader, Kurt slurping up your tears yum yum, Kurt slurping up a lot of your body fluids in fact, Kurt weirdly being an experienced sex God??,

[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: No

[ ❥ ] NOTES: Here’s a scrap fic I decided to finish so I have more than one thing posted on here (unedited btw i'm so tired). Kurt isn’t SAing you in this btw,, also sorry I was inactive for forever my computer #broke so I couldn't write for weeks ❤

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Air blows softly from your fan, a slow buzz coming from the corner of your room where the fan sits. A citrus candle melts slowly on a shelf, the flicking flame visible in the corner of your eye.

You look at yourself in the mirror, checking if everything was perfect. Is my hair good enough? Is my makeup smudged? Does this outfit look weird? I think I need more perfume. I’ll spray some more.

You wait nervously for your Spree to arrive, fidgeting with your hair with clammy hands. You bite at some loose skin on your lip and feel yourself holding a breath. You haven’t been on a date in almost a year now, and the fact that it was a blind date didn’t make it any better. Why did you agree to this?

You fidget with your hands, pacing around the room quickly, trying to calm your nerves. You think of all the possible ways this could go wrong. There were a lot of ways.

You hear a horn honk from outside your house. Your Spree is here.

You run to grab your phone and purse and shake the last of your nerves off. You blow out your candle and click the fan off, before starting downstairs. The tap of your heels on the tile floor as you approach the kitchen stress you out. You drink a glass of water, take a deep breath, and leave your house before your Spree cancels.

A light gray car sits idly on your driveway. The blackout windows keep you from seeing who was inside, leaving you a little on edge. The app says his name is Kurt. Your hands fidget as you slowly step toward the car’s back door. You swallow deeply before opening the door.

“Kurt?” you ask. You stand outside the car holding the door open as you await a reply.

You crouch down a little to get a look at his face as he turns around to look at you. With a smile, he speaks, “Yep! I’m Kurt from KurtsWorld96, you probably know me.”

The first thing you notice about him is his unique smile. His eyes and his nose scrunch up and his chin tips up slightly. It was like a little kid’s smile. He has a little kid’s haircut too. It’s shaggy and brown and has uneven bangs.

You furrow your brows as you step hesitantly into his car. You notice cameras on every window.

“I hope you don’t mind the cameras.” He straightens his posture, looking behind him to reverse his car out of your driveway, “I need them for safety reasons. Go ahead and take a bottle of water and relax.”

“I-I’m good,” you stammer. He lets out an exasperated sigh in response.

A few minutes of silence go by of you fidgeting and sweating in the backseat of his car. I don’t think I’ve been nervous like this in a while. Is it hot in here?

His cheery voice interrupts the silence, “Soo… where are you going? Like, I know you’re going to a restaurant, but what are you doing there?” He stammers nervously. You see his thumb start to caress the steering wheel slowly.

“My friend set me up on a blind date.” You start to rub the back of your neck, “I haven’t even been on a normal date in over a year, so I’m super nervous.”

You see the driver’s eyebrow twitch slightly in his mirror, “Well I’m glad you didn’t drink that water then, because I’m also supposed to go on a blind date at that restaurant tonight.”

He’s glad I didn’t drink the water? What?

“I guess it’s a not-so-blind date now.” He chuckles nervously, gripping his steering wheel tightly.

“Yeah.” You fake out a laugh.

I can’t believe this guy is my blind date. He’s so… weird.

You sit in silence for the rest of the drive. A thick and uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence that you know you both can feel. It was the longest three minutes of your life.

Kurt speeds past the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet at.

“Kurt? You just passed the restaurant.”

Kurt gives you a look in his mirror, “I know.”

He presses his foot harder on the gas pedal, and you push back in your seat slightly.

“Kurt, where are we going?” Your knee bounces as you try to study your surroundings through the night’s dark filter.

He tilts his head to the right, “I thought maybe we could go somewhere else instead. Fancy restaurants aren’t really my thing.” He gives the camera a look.

You scoff, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Kurt please turn back.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you ramen or something.” He gives another look to the camera.

Your face contorts into a confused mess, “Are we going to your house?”

He looks at you again through the mirror, “Yeah obviously, where else would I be taking you?” He rolls his eyes and puts them back on the road.

You kick his seat in frustration, “I don’t know, a park, or maybe the restaurant we were planning to go to in the first place?”

He rolls his eyes, “Just relax, we aren’t even that far from my house now.”

You sit back in your seat, defeated and arms crossed. It’s useless to argue with him now, this man is clearly insane.

After a few more miles, he pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park. He takes his keys out of the ignition and turns around to look at you, “We’re here.” He smiles his stupid little boy smile. He turns back around and grabs his phone from its holder. He opens his car door and steps out, walking up to your door and opening it too, “After you,” he sings sarcastically, waving his arm in a polite way.

You sit still with your arms crossed, refusing to move.

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Come on, get out of the car.”

“No.”

He moves closer to you, reaching his arm over your chest to find the seatbelt, “Come on-”

You push his arms away from you, “No, I’m not getting out!”

He insists, reaching again for the seatbelt, fighting you to get it off. The seat belt clicks, and he starts pulling you out of the car.

“No!” you yell, “Let go of me!”

He’s surprisingly strong and manages to pull you out of the car. You hit your head on the concrete, hard, and you barely have enough time to recover before he picks you up bridal style.

He moves toward the front door with you in his arms and spends a solid minute trying to unlock it without setting you down. He pushes his front door open and carries you to his room. You lay helplessly in his arms, barely conscious.

You hate to admit it, but this is something you’ve fantasized about over and over. Your weird obsession with psychotic characters has corrupted how you think, and you feel almost turned on by this.

“Kurt,” you mutter under your breath, “Kurt, where are we?”

He sets you gently on his bed and kneels next to your helpless body, “We’re in my room.” You see what you think is a smile creep onto his face.

He stands up and walks toward a tripod set up in the center of the room. He places his phone in it and rambles to the camera.

He looks back at you and starts to walk over. He kneels next to his bed to look at you and places a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb, “You’re so beautiful.” He brushes your hair off of your forehead and presses a kiss to it. He gives you a different smile than usual. A smile with eyes coated in intimacy and eyebrows pressed together with desire. Nothing like that little boy smile you thought was so unique.

He studies you through narrow lids, his hand moving from your cheeks to the deep indent in your waist. The sudden heat on that sensitive spot sends a shock down your legs, and you let out a soft whimper. You squeeze your legs closer together at the sudden heat forming in your pants. Kurt notices, shifting his gaze to your lower half. He looks up at his ceiling, chewing on his lip.

“I was going to kill you,” he looks back down at your face and looks you in your eyes, “but that was before I knew I could make use of you.”

You turn away from him and bury your face in his sheets, letting out a quiet whimper. A single tear leaves your eye and absorbs into the fabric.

Kurt shushes you and caresses the top of your head with his hand. He plants a small kiss on the top of your head and grabs your face violently, that action directly contrasting his gentle kiss. He forces you to look at him in his eyes. You feel another tear forming in the corner of your eye. It falls slowly down your cheek, and Kurt sticks his tongue out to lick it away.

“Salty,” he purrs.

A sudden need for him washes over you, your clit tingling at the thought of your walls wrapped warmly around his erection. You barely even know the guy, but somehow he’s got you wrapped tightly around his finger.

“Fuck me, Kurt,” you whisper in a low, raspy tone.

Kurt flinches backward slightly at your sudden submission and smiles. His hand travels down your stomach and into the opening of your skirt. Two of his fingers slowly massage your clit on top of your panties. You bite back a moan and throw your head back slightly into his pillows. His fingers push their way under the hem of your panties and slowly press themselves through your entrance. A soft moan manages to escape your lips.

“Like that?” he breathes.

You nod shakily and practically beg him on top of you with your eyes. You grab onto his shoulder for support and grind into his curling fingers, pushing yourself in and out hungrily. Breathy moans escape your mouth every time you feel the shockwaves from Kurt’s fingertips curling inside your walls.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you give him a quiet whimper. He pushes you away and stands up, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“You taste so good,” he coos.

You stare up at Kurt and watch him take his shirt off, throwing it carelessly across the room. He steps back toward his bed and mounts himself on top of you, his legs on either side of your hips and his arms pinning your wrists to the mattress.

Kurt presses your lips together softly. He quickly pulls away, leaving you leaning in, begging for more. Kurt starts moving his lips down your body. He sucks the teary flavor from your cheeks and leaves dark hickies along your neck and collarbone. He pulls your shirt down and sucks on each breast hard. His tongue swirls around each nipple, the wet warmth of his mouth sending a twitch to your legs. Each breast is left with a dark magenta spot where his mouth had just been. He leaves gentle kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your skirt.

Kurt flips your skirt up and kisses each of your thighs. You push your hips up slightly, and he kisses the wet spot on your panties. A gentle finger caresses your clit, teasing you.

He slides your panties off your body and sets each of your legs on his shoulders to get perfect access to his meal. He flicks the tip of his tongue teasingly on your clit, causing you to flinch. He licked his lips and soon Kurt had his face buried between your thighs. 

His tongue made laps around your entrance, going in and out slowly. He flicked at your clit causing you to moan his name every time. He kissed and sucked at the fleshy pink and slurped at your juices. Your back arched every time he found your sweet spot, and eventually, he was only going over that spot. Shockwaves sent down your thighs causing you to press your hips closer into his face.

Kurt stops with one last kiss on your clit and crawls back up to your face. He presses his lips onto yours and lets you taste yourself in his mouth. He starts grinding his hips into your body, and you quickly attempt to pull off his belt. You throw his belt across the room and tear off his jeans. Kurt slides his boxers off and frees his growing erection, precum already shining on the tip. You grab his dick and start slowly pumping. Kurt groans into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat.

“Oh God, please just put it in,” you beg breathlessly. You let go of his cock, and he slowly presses himself through your entrance.

You let out a breathy moan at the first insertion, and he starts slowly setting a pace. You feel yourself sinking into his cock. You bang your hips together and you moan Kurt’s name every time he finds your g-spot. Your nails dig into his back, and you pull his hips down harder, swearing and moaning his name desperately.

The both of you are panting and whining by the time he says he’s close.

“Oh god, baby I think I’m close,” he moans, “F-fuck. Keep going, just like that.” He stammers and stutters, barely able to form sentences.

“Me too baby, keep going, please.” You desperately try to press him into you deeper each time, but his thrusts are getting sloppy. Your wetness squelches every time he sinks his dick into you. 

“F-fuuck, that’s it,” he cries out, his chest heaving heavily, “Oh my god, I’m about to cum.”

He thrusts faster and faster, getting closer every time. You feel the tingle crawling up your thighs, signaling you’re close.

You throw your head back into the pillows, craving the sweet release. His last thrust hit the spot perfectly, and you’re engulfed in an all-consuming orgasm, your entire vision going white and your vocal cords almost bursting from your last moan.

You feel Kurt’s warm cum fill you up, and the moan he lets out nearly gives you a second orgasm.

His muscles barely hold him up over your body and you can see sweat daring to drip off his chin and splatter on your chest. One does manage to drip off and land right in your cleavage. It almost burns.

He pants heavily over you, not daring to make eye contact. You see strands of hair stuck to his forehead and you push them away revealing his eyes. He fixes his gaze on you, his pupils dilating entirely, and he presses himself into you giving you a sloppy kiss.

He pulls away and lets his head dangle, a hot breath finding its way on your neck. “Fuck, that was good,” he rasped. You manage a weak hum in response.

He slowly slides himself out of you. He can barely balance himself as he stands up and hobbles weakly to his camera. You hear him speak to his audience, but it’s all muffled. Your head still hurts and you’re still experiencing the after-shock of it all.

Kurt turns his camera off and stands over you.

“Want a water?” He asks.

“What?”

“You look exhausted, do you want some water.”

“Okay, sure.”

He goes to the other side of his room and retrieves a bottle of water from a corner of his room. He hands it to you and you drink it slowly.

Huh, it tastes kind of funny.

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[ ❥ ] ~ KEERY PARADISE

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Kurt Kunkle would be a desperate, obsessive, puddle over any little thing that could make him feel close to you. So here’s something about that <3

(Cw: 18+, kinda pervy!Kurt (he uses your ice lolly stick to get off, but there is fluff))

Kurt Kunkle x reader

Kurt swore half the time you two hung out it ended up with him trying to ignore the growing problem in his pants. But now, with you letting that empty ice lolly stick bob inside your cheeks, Kurt’s nearly panting with effort beside you on the couch, not to let his hand subconsciously drift to his tightening sweatpants. Goddamn at least they were black today.

Kurt stared as you swirled the stick over your tongue, over and over. When you sucked lazily at the sticky juices that were still flavouring it. And when you lifted it out of your mouth a moment and a string of drool stayed attached to your lips that you didn’t notice, Kurt nearly whined out loud.

You kept it in your mouth the last half hour you were spending at his place. Almost like you just wanted something in your mouth. And while Kurt was genuinely having fun chatting with you and hanging out during this time, his eyes kept drifting to that piece of wood you were sliding over your tongue, and a throb struck his aching crotch every time he did.

By the time you had to go, your friend picking you up, otherwise Kurt would have driven you like he always does, Kurt’s standing up which has at least got some blood down to his feet. And when you’ve finally gotten your bag and shoes on, Kurt gets your attention, which he’s an expert at, and sticks his hand out. “I can throw that away, if you want.” He offers you, those doe brown eyes nodding towards the ice lolly stick, as he bobbed on his feet, always sweetly wanting to be helpful, you thought Kurt was so cute like that.

“Thank you Kurt!” You slide it out your mouth, and Kurt swears he can hear a wet pop, trying not to buckle under his knees and increasingly heavy cock, under your smiling glossy lips, as you lick over them even more.

“I actually forgot it was in there.” You chuckle, and Kurt tries not to whine as he nods agreeably.

He would get on his knees for you right now.

“Aha yeah no problem. Take- have a good rest of your day. Oh, and uh let me know if you’re still down for tomorrow. I want- I hope you had fun!” Kurt grins brightly at you. Leaning against his open door frame in a way he probably doesn’t realise looks quite attractive to you. His cheeks all warm and hair a bit fluffier than usual. Just hanging out close with Kurt on the couch today, he felt cozy. You were glad you two were friends.

You lean over and give Kurt a big hug goodbye. Kurt’s gotten a lot more used to your affection now, or rather to physical affection in general. It was always something he yearned for, and now he doesn’t even feel too wowed to not even react properly. Kurt’s so happy that you’ve finally given him this. This feeling that he can be himself, that you like him for him, that he’s worthy of even being touched so much as a causal hand on his shoulder, or of nice words his way, that there is such a thing as home.

Whether he has that with you or not at some point, at least Kurt understands now why everyone else seems to feel like there is such a place as ‘home’ for them. Kurt never really got that, he thought it just wasn’t a thing and that most people were kidding themselves, or much better than him - until you.

Kurt smirks as he presses his soft cheek into your own, and your hair, smiling as his hands softly hold your upper back, hugging you with the same amount of care as you hug him. Feeling giddy within himself still to this day, at feeling you tenderly hug him back. Your arms wrapped around his middle and gently squeezing him in your hold, comfortingly. Just hugging him.

Kurt’s still smiling when you eventually pull back, he never pulls back first, and his mouth opens in an even happier moment when he sees you still smiling right back up at his brown eyes.

“Okay Kurt. See you tomorrow then! Thanks for today! Bye!” You wave to him, keeping your eyes on him till the moment you have to watch your step, and run to your friends car, still waving.

Kurt grips your lolly stick in his fingers as he waves bye back to you, leaning against the open doorframe again, shaking his soft (washed) hair out of his face a little. He sees you saying something to your friend, and both of you giggling as you wave at him through the front windscreen. But then he’s waving you off after another day, and watching you leave. Trying to make himself think he can still feel your touch on his skin. And gripping that lolly stick like it’s everything.

Once you leave Kurt shuts his front door and sprints to his bedroom, locking the door even though he’s the only one home. Gasping as his shaking hands try to peel his slightly sticky sweats away from his sensitive cock. That underwear was definitely joining the laundry pile, shoved into his closet when you said you were coming over. He shimmies his shirt off too, tossing it in the pile as he lets himself breathe.

Kurt gets to work quickly, sitting on his frameless mattress of a bed, and his pretty lips open and drool seeps at the corners as he stares at your ice lolly stick he’s twirling in his dexterous fingers now. He can still see the shine of your spit, he swears he sees a small trail over a glob, the faint redness from the juice you’ve sucked clean, and Kurt wants to work quickly while it’s still wet and shiny.

So with a pleased little whimper Kurt takes his pink tongue and licks up the underside of your lolly stick.

Kurt’s tongue is resting exhilarated in his mouth, while his cock strikes needy beats in time with his heart, just staring down at he stick and picturing your lips. Your tongue, your mouth. His own tongue salivating in his mouth, as Kurt moans, and relishes in the fact he’s tasting you.

Kurt’s indirectly kissed your before, a fact he’s excited about, drinking from the same glass as you, kissing a stuffed toy in the same spot on their forehead you did, he even once lapped quickly at an envelope you’d just sealed shut, although that one he felt a little more lame about. But this... he’d never actually gotten to taste your spit before. To lick it- you.

Kurt doesn’t want to lick all of it though, not yet. He’s pumping his heavy cock as he sucks on his tongue a little, thinking about your sweet lips and tongue. How they’d feel around his...

All before bringing the fresh lolly stick down to his dick, and gulping as he stares at your wetness there, hovering over his thick cock that he’s trying not to choke with his hand. Before he brings your spit covered object down and slides it over his length.

Kurt cries out. Immediately whimpering then whining your name, slowly teasing your spit covered wood over his pulsing cock again.

It is a sight, Kurt biting down on his pink lips so desperately as he sees your spit covering his cock. He has never experienced anything like this before. And even though you’re not here now, it’s still a dream.

Kurt pumps his cock hard in his hand, spreading the small amount of your spit over it. Moaning loudly in the thin walls of his house up to his ceiling, but forcing his eyes not to slip closed this time, and hooding them over at his cock, reminding himself that it has your drool on it, that you’re on his cock. Which makes his heart beat so loud in his ears, even though there’s no possible way to deafen his moans of your name. The loud adoring ones, or the breathy needy ones.

Kurt has your taste on his dick. And he’d never come this far to feeling like he was this close to you when touching himself. Well, Kurt jerked himself off a lot thinking about you. Pretty much an every day occurrence. But apart from the one time he’d humped himself until he came against your mattress while you left him waiting on your bed to collect food, Kurt hadn’t felt this close to you before while doing this. -Or, maybe he had, he wasn’t really thinking straight, he’d just never had your spit hot and wet on his cock before, and Kurt was burning with pulsing desire.

He grabs the side still only covered in your essence as he relishes over the fact he’s never had your actual spit on his cock before, thinking of and relishing the fact over and over as he touches himself. And with a shaking hand, very carefully rubs the shiniest part you sucked on the most over half an hour, over the sensitive head of his cock.

Kurt whines and has to pull the stick away quickly as a glob of pre is forced out the tip of his cock by a particularly large throb, and he makes sure to keep your present clean.

But Kurt’s panting, seeing a white string of his pre drip from the head of his sensitive cock, trailing down to his bed sheets, and it reminds him greatly of your spit clinging from your tongue to the wooden object he’s fisting right now.

Kurt puts your lolly stick in his mouth. Moaning gratefully, and pleased as he strokes his cock harder, leaning over curving his soft tummy, his brown hair dangling by his ears, as he lazily drools over his hand and his cock, both your spit mixing together as it plops hotly into his dick. And swallowing the mix of your spit down his own trembly throat. Kurt’s hand speeding up as he wets his crotch and is able to fuck his fist without burning himself from the intensity of it. Although all of Kurt was burning up inside right now, especially, fondly, his heart was.

Kurt doesn’t exactly want any splinters on his cock, and he definitely doesn’t want to have to explain that to anyone, but gently tapping the now soaked wood against his own cock, just makes him groan with those scrunched up eyes, his pretty mouth open and gasping in pleasure. Feeling a mix of yours and his cool spit flicking over his cock, as his chest shudders while he strokes himself with a harder grasp.

Popping the lolly stick back in his mouth, Kurt is moaning happily and lewdly at the taste of you and your mouth in his own. Humming a little, drooling dumbly over the stick and down his neck, and soon chest most likely, but humming happily over your ice lolly stick being in his mouth. Happily sucking at it as if he was tasting the actual sweet treat that had been on it, and not trying to drink up your spit.

Kurt’s tongue waggles and lolls hotly over the small object, as he thinks about you, a real genuine smile gracing his soft face as he thinks about you. His whole body blushing. Fuck... Kurt really really really does like you. He’s pretty sure he loves you. Although for some fucked up reason he kind of finds doing all this easier than asking you on a date yet. Hopefully soon.

Breathy swears fly from his gently parted lips, Kurt’s teeth gentle on the stick, even though it takes any blood he’s got in his brain to do so, as he wants it to not explode as long as possible. Kurt sucks on the stick he can still taste you on even more, his tongue lauding and laving over your tongues impression.

As Kurt’s hand speeds up, slick drool from the both of you covers his heavy cock that throbs desperately in his palm and fingers, even though Kurt thinks of you every time he touches himself now, his body never lessening in excitement and euphoria over you. Neither does his mind or heart or soul or whatever else Kurt has. He only gets more into you with every day.

Thinking about you each time only makes Kurt cum harder, and more.

But Kurt knows it’s him falling for you more, that makes his sessions more exciting, that and he has more experience to imagine with you each time. It’s not the other way around. You’re new for him, everything grows different because of you and Kurt likes that, but there’s so many reasons Kurt wants to burst, heart and all other places, the closer he gets to you.

Your name, and your spit, is the only thing on Kurt’s lips as he moans it out repeatedly, pre slicking his length along with your sticky spit as he bobs his hand expertly up and down. Thumbing over his tip while Kurt switches to whimpering your name like a chant, or begging, to groaning from his flushed and slightly spit covered chest, as his whole body rocks while Kurt ruts into his hand fast. Squeezing his cock Kurt thumbs his tip hard as he moans your name over the wooden stick on his wet tongue, before finally spilling heavy loads of cum over his messy thighs and soft bedsheets. Or messy sheets and soft thighs.

“Fuck, fuck y/n...” Kurt moans as the wet sounds of him pumping load after sticky load of his cum out of his spiking dick, shoots off that high feeling throughout his whole body and mind again. Kurt only swearing your name as he empties himself onto his bedsheets in a puddle, worshipping your taste in his soft mouth as he lavishes over you. Kurt breathing heavily and softly as he thinks all about you, remembers the feel of your touch again, wrapping his tongue needily around your stick with a whimper as he covets you, your name drooling from his plush red lips as he choked out the last dribbles of cum from his weeping cock. Sighing ever so loudly out with relief, from having been strained for over an hour now.

Panting as he falls back onto his frameless mattress, his toned arm under his head as he stares to his ceiling, legs spread happily, as he tongues over your gift softly and thinks about you, Kurt’s brown doe eyes sparkling.

Heart leaping as Kurt thinks all about you. Remembering fondly passing moments, and dreamily imagining a future with you, that makes him sweetly grin over the lolly stick. Laughing to himself happily in his bed, hugging his bare chest close, as Kurt wondrously thinks all of you.

As his breathing comes back to him, Kurt takes the used ice lolly stick out of his mouth, and looks at it again. Under his bedroom light, lying flat as he faces upwards, he ignores how soaked his thighs feel under him while he cares to examine what you left with him. Kurt sweetly looks over the small amount of red left, a nice smile on his face as he looks over it with soft awe blowing past his now empty lips.

His heart bursting with adoration for you as he remembers how happy you were when he offered to get you an ice lolly too since it was hot outside today. Kurt was always made to feel useless. The fact he learnt he actually was good enough to make people smile, he was just told he wasn’t, made him feel a weird mix of emotions the first time he realised it, but Kurt is ever happy that you genuinely do appreciate him. You think about him. You were always empathetic to Kurt. He’s sure it actually helped his own empathy. He could feel it slipping little by little more until you came into his life.

Kurt grins up at your little object with a hum of affection. Then he brings it down to his lips, and gives it a sticky kiss, pecking it, almost as if in thanks to you, and Kurt hoping he could not only kiss you, but thank you one day too.

For everything actually...

But then Kurt felt that familiar thud in his lower stomach, the thrum in his dick, and his balls suddenly didn’t feel empty at all anymore. So with a hum of knowing what was happening next, Kurt slipped the stick back into his mouth with a pop, and sat up again to take care of business.

Of course, since you, Kurt never truly could just go one round.

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“Kurt, come pick me up.” You mumbled into the receiver, voice raspy with exhaustion. You pressed your temple against the graffitied wall of the phonebooth, heavy eyelids falling shut. You fingered the ridges of the metal cord that spiralled out of the weighty phone. 

“I can’t do that, babe… I’m in the middle of a ride.” He fumbled through his excuse, glancing nervously at the rear-view mirror, his last rider’s limp body curled in the backseat. 

He looked out the windshield, watching you stand in the glow of a streetlight. With his headlights off, shrouded in the darkness of the alley across the street, you hadn’t even noticed him as he watched you leave work, rummaging through your pockets for some change before slotting the coins, one-by-one, into the payphone. His heart pounded as his phone rang after you dialled. You were thinking of him. He was the first one you called. You loved him back.

“Pick me up, Kurt.” You bit out through gritted teeth. 

He had only intended to sit outside your work for a half an hour before heading to the junkyard to dispose of the body, hoping he’d catch a glance of you through the window, or get to watch you have a smoke break. He wasn’t expecting you to call him. He couldn’t pass up on it, though. He was lucky you wanted him. 

“...Okay.” He whispered, conceding almost immediately. “Ten minutes.”  

He circled around the car, flashing a smile to the backseat cameras before shoving the leaden body out of the car, positioning it behind a dumpster, under cover of darkness.

He kept the headlights off, the car just a silhouette as he circled the block, only flicking them back on as he approached you to make it look like he had just arrived. 

“You’re lucky I was in the area!” His voice was cheery enough to give you a headache. You slumped into the passenger seat, eyes screwed shut, not responding to him as he fell quiet, eyes running over your profile. He leaned over to fasten your seatbelt before starting the car. 

You sighed, eyes fluttering open as you reached out your hand, finger lazily turning on his radio. You flipped to the oldies channel, the saccharine vocals of an 80s pop song blaring to life through the speakers, bright, lively synth cutting through the silence. 

He turned the music off. 

You glared at him, reaching out for the radio dial to turn it back on.

“Babe, c’mon…” He said, taking your hand before it could reach the stereo. He tried to lace his fingers with yours, but you wriggled out of his grasp, annoyed. “The fans don’t like this kind of music.” 

Your eyes flew open. 

“The fans?”

“Y-yeah.” 

“You didn’t turn them off? Seriously?” You asked, reaching out toward the camera in front of you. You knew he streamed, but you thought he’d at least have the decency to turn them off when picking you up. “Christ, Kurt-” 

“Put the camera down, (Y/N).” He muttered. He kept his eyes on the road. 

“I can’t believe you-” You spat, fumbling for the “off” button, hating the way it felt to have the lens aimed at you as the camera’s red light blinked mockingly. 

“Put the camera down, (Y/N).” He snapped. 

You jumped. He never took on that tone with you. He was usually so sweet, so gentle. You withdrew your hands, folding them in your lap as you stared out the windshield. 

“How was work?” He asked, the brightness in his voice returning so quickly you wondered if you had just imagined the harsh ring to it in his last sentence.

“I quit. How do you think it was?” You shot back, patience running thin. You didn’t look at him, flippantly playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“What?”

“Well, I can’t just keep working there. I’m moving away.” You said, matter-of-factly. 

His grip loosened on the steering wheel, and you felt the car begin to veer, the wheel bumping against the sidewalk as you began to swerve. 

“Jesus Christ, Kurt!” You exclaimed, reaching over to steer you back into the lane. His hands tightened around it, knuckles white as he anxiously drummed his long fingers against it. You stared at him, blinking at him in shock as his jaw tightened. 

“Stop here.” You huffed, nodding at a parking lot you were nearing.

For a moment, the both of you sat, quiet in the stillness of the parked car. You kept your eyes trained on the food truck parked nearby, the lines of chattering, slightly-drunk people, the neon lights of its sign casting Kurt in a pink glow. 

“I thought we went over this, Kurt.” You broke the silence, voice sad and gentle, like you were speaking to a child. 

“I didn’t think you were serious!” 

“Why wouldn’t I be-” You inhaled, stopping yourself before you worked yourself up over it, tamping down the anger that bubbled in your stomach. “I'm leaving, Kurt. Really. I’ve got the plane ticket booked. My suitcase is packed. You can’t continue being in denial about this. It’s happening."

“What, so you’re breaking up with me?” His voice cracked in desperation. 

“I told you you could come with me.” Your voice quiet. Next to him, his body brimming with pain, his fingers trembling like he could barely contain it, you felt impossibly small. 

“But-” You heard his sadness bubble in his throat, the word coming out as a gasp. “I can’t just pick up and move to the middle of nowhere! I’d never be able to make it over there-”  

“You’re not even gonna make it here!” You yelled, watching him flinch as the words stung him. “It’ll be paradise out there.” You nodded, determined in your self-assurance. “Aren’t you tired of doing all this?” You gestured at the cameras, their lenses trained on you like wide, curious eyes. You imagined how you looked on stream. Pitying, probably. “Isn’t it hell, to keep trying? To be surrounded by all these shitheads, trying to prove something to them? If you come with me, you won’t have anything to prove. We can forget about it.” 

He let his head fall to the steering wheel, drooping forward. You watched his shoulders shudder. 

“Turn off the cameras, Kurt.” You felt numb. You were giving up on him, you could feel it. Your emotions began to dissolve. 

He looked up, staring out the windshield. His cheeks were streaked with tears, eyes dull and blank. He reached up, flicking the cameras off. 

“I’m not leaving.” He mumbled.

“Fine.” You shrugged. “Well I won’t make you drive me to the airport or anything. Just…drive me home, and I’ll get a Spree once I get to my charger. My phone’s dead.”  You sighed offhandedly, settling into your seat. 

“That’s good.” He said coolly, starting the car up. He pulled a sudden sharp u-turn, the force of it causing you to slam into the passenger door. The sound of screeching tires and the horns of the other drivers he completely disregarded as he cut across their lanes to make the dangerous turn sounded out around you. 

“Shit!” You gasped, chest heaving from the adrenaline. “What is wrong with you?!” 

You swallowed thickly, the breath knocked out of you as you registered his words. “What do you mean, ‘That’s good’?”  

“It’s good that your phone’s dead.” He said nonchalantly, nodding as if it were obvious.”It’ll make this easier.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked out the car window, watching the buildings zip by as Kurt pressed his foot into the accelerator. 

“Kurt, this isn’t the way to my house.” You protested, noting the difference in the route. 

“Yeah.” He hummed casually. “We’re going to mine.” 

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut. 

“C’mon Kurt, I’m not in the mood. I don’t want to go back to yours tonight. There’s nothing else I have to say. Just take me back to my house, the plane leaves-” 

“You’re not leaving.”  

You felt yourself still. 

“...What?” 

“You’re not leaving.”  

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“Kurt, just take me home-” 

“I am taking you home.” He turned to you. His brown eyes, the same that once seemed so sweet, were dark, hollow pits. “You live with me now.” He said it like he believed it, like it was the truth. You were going to stay with him. If you liked it or not. 

You opened your mouth, but all that could escape was a shaky breath. 

“I’m not letting you leave.” He spoke. “I’m never letting you go.” 

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle angst #yandere kurt kunkle #spree #spree 2020 #joe keery

[kurtie4life96]

My Fic Masterlist

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I enjoy writing fics based on songs currently

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Fluff- 💖

Angst- ❤️‍🩹

Smut- ❤️‍🔥

Steve Harrington

Chateau, Careless Whisper 💖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Based on the songs, Old Money Steve

Halloween Night (poly with Robin Buckley) 💖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Reader finds out she has feelings for both of her friends

Heated ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Reader is jealous, Steve reassures her with sexy time

Be Quiet 💖❤️‍🔥

-Going camping with the group, sexy time

The Crybaby 💖❤️‍🩹

-Reader is haunted, Steve tries to help, a horror story

Eddie Munson

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Based on the song, reader helps Eddie get rid of evangelicals with sexy time

Nothing I Wouldn't Do 💖❤️‍🩹

-Reader is depressed, Eddie tries to help her

Not Nice ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Eddie and reader get into an argument, then sexy time

Enough💖❤️‍🩹

-Eddie reassures reader she's more than enough

Little Shit 💖❤️‍🩹

-Reader defends Eddie and beats some Jason ass

Robin Buckley

No Sharing 💖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Robin reminds reader who she belongs to with sexy time

Dirty Dishes 💖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Reader is mad at Robin, she shuts her up with sexy time

Halloween Night (poly with Steve) 💖❤️��🩹❤️‍🔥

-Reader finds out she has feelings for both of her friends

Run Away 💖❤️‍🩹

-Reader takes off to protect the group from something horrible, Robin goes after her

Kurt Kunkle

Criminals 💖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

-Reader is old friends with Kurt, and changes the outcome of Spree

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[ddejavvu]

I’d let Kurt Kunkle put his mouth on my boobs because I know for a fact that’s one of the first things on his bucket list

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he doesn't even know what to do with em at first. he's seen his fair share of porn, he's addicted to the stuff, but the moment your bra comes off he's braindead. your nipples aren't hard, but they easily stiffen in the exposed air, and you tweak em a bit to get em going, too. and he just watches you rub your tits, pinching and stroking at your nipples until they're hard for him. he's watching with his lips ever-so-slightly parted, totally dumbfounded.

you talk to him, you call his name, probably giggle when there's no response, but the sound of a fucking explosion couldn't tear his eyes away from your tits. when he finally gets back to his senses enough to reach out and touch them he just ghosts his fingers ever-so-softly against them, shivering the same as you do when he brushes a finger over your nipple. it's ticklish, sensitive, and you jerk slightly in place, a wayward giggle falling from your lips that's part moan.

the only time he looks away from your tits is to glance up at you for permission to put his face all over them, like that's not exactly why you took your top off in the first place. you nod, and he leans forwards, letting his parted lips just brush over your skin. he doesn't suck on them right away, doesn't go right in with his tongue out, he just moves his mouth over them, completely frozen. it's only when your nipple breaches his parted lips and slips into his mouth that he finally takes initiative, and he'll never admit it but he totally whimpers the first time he wraps his chapped lips around your perky little nipple.

once the tongue is out it doesn't go back in. he's sloppy with it, dragging it haphazardly and randomly over your skin, leaving shiny trails of hot saliva in its wake. he pays special attention to your underboob 'cause it's warm and sweaty and smelly and he's nasty like that, wants to drink it right out of your skin. probably spends an embarrassing amount of time just burying his nose beneath your tits and inhaling. you think he might suck the skin right off of you with the way he's breathing you in.

really, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. he does like it when you smash them together around his head to suffocate him. maybe push 'em together a little bit so he can fuck them as a treat. and stick your tongue out so he can aim for it with his tip. as an extra treat.

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[trashx100000]

MY FRIEND KURT

a miserable attempt at writing 101

IDK if this is any good, this is my first attempt at writing anything down what I'm thinking :'')

Getting a ride, the passenger tells him they recognize him from his channel (but only his older stuff). stopped watching for a while cus of work, school and private stress

passenger majors in graphic design and Communication and Media Studies

wanted to get a Spree ride to an arts supply store 

start talking about merchandise, websites, social media and social media marketing

offering to help him design his merch

almost grabbing a bottle of water, kurt abruptly stopping the car (a bird flew too close to the windshield or the sun being in his eyes), telling them it’s probably old and to just put it back, awkwardly laughing and continuing driving

kurt asks them if they could follow his account, so they can dm 

snorting, telling him they already follow him, but they send a quick message so that he appears at the top of their dm list and to not forget

“cool, cool, that’s cool”

kurt wanting to stream their art haul but having to actually work

sighing miserably, damn it, here goes a perfect vlog moment

“Maybe we could do another one together sometime?”

“Like an actual vlog, man? Awesome! I could toootally get views from all the artsy folk!”

Delivering them to where they actually wanted to go without a scratch

giddy ranting and saying goodbye for almost ten minutes 

texting them nonstop after work, giggling and kicking his feet in his dirty, smelly bed

"IT'S NOTHING MOOOOOM STAY OUTTA MY ROOOOOM DON'T RUIN MY TOTAL GIRLBOSS MOMENT!!! my bestest friend is gonna think i'm a total doofus" >:(

#spree 2020 #slasher x reader #gn reader #slasher x gn reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x gn!reader #fic idea #kurt kunkle fic #fluff #reader is gender neutral #reader is referred as the passenger #idk man this is horrendous #but also ... i like #i'm 19 year old and i have no idea of any sort of social-media lingo it's pathetic #or any kind of metaphors #i am losing

[slowdiived]

You asked for Kurt requests! so how about (some hc or fic whichever you prefer) Kurt with an s/o that is constantly praising him and giving him attention for things he does to help? Like even if it's not anything *super* helpful they'll still give him plentiful praise for being such a helpful good boy. Bonus points if Kurt becomes addicted to this kind of approval from them and reader figures out hes only fishing for compliments. Thanks love! >:3

YES PRAISE KINK KURT IS MY FAVORITE

he’s a star! 🌟 (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

cannon to my other stories :) smut mentions (boob sucking) but that’s about it for warnings💙

kurt came over and insisted that he could help take you to get your laptop fixed. you had went to open your macbook and of course, it didn’t turn on. you were pissed, this thing was so wishy washy most days but you relied on it heavily for vlogs and videos. he reassured you multiple times that he was fine with editing all the videos but it made you upset that he had to do all the work on his own.

you just didn’t have the right amount of time to go to the apple store and of course, who wants to go to the apple store? that was purgatory. it always feels like your brain is overloaded and melting once you stand there for five minutes. you explained that to kurt over the phone on the morning of your day off. he was quick to rush over to pick you up.

“hey,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek as he came in through the door. “give me like ten minutes before we leave, i have to finish getting ready.”

“that’s more than o-okay!” he said with a forgiving grin.

you run to your room and finish fixing up your hair, trying to do something with the lifelessness of it. once you were satisfied with it being in a low ponytail, you got your shoes on. the high top converse complimented your brown cargo pants and baggy red t-shirt. you smile at yourself and then run to the bathroom that was across the hall. once you got in there you noticed that you roommate’s cat had tipped over the bag of cat litter that sat next to it’s box.

“fuck dude!” you yelled, grabbing the cat and putting it in your roommate’s empty room.

you were pissed since you had to get to the appointment for your macbook in forty minutes. kurt ran over to make sure you were okay.

“i can clean that up for you,” he said as stress ran through your face. “where’s your broom?”

“no, i got it,” you started walking out of the bathroom until he catches your waist.

“no i’m serious,” he smiled. “i want to help my girl.”

you started blushing and rolled your eyes. a smile couldn’t escape your face.

“okay fine,” you point to the hallway closet. “it’s in there.”

he ran over to grab it and ran back to the bathroom. you sit on the toilet lid and watch him as he cleans up. he was pretty fast, scooping and sweeping it into the dustpan, then dumping it back in the bag.

“you are so helpful baby,” you say, your voice sweet and smooth. “you’re a fast cleaner.”

he perks up as he gets the last of it into the dust pan.

“yeah, my mom makes me clean a lot for her,” he set the bag up in a corner where the cat couldn’t push it over again. “i also clean my room everyday, i just like cleaning things.”

he washes his hands that were covered in litter and you let the cat back in. she meowed at you and rubbed against your leg. you gave her a few little pets, careful not to spoil her since you were still pissed at her.

“princess, do that again and i will never give you any catnip again,” you quietly mumble to her.

kurt giggled at you and shut the light off in the bathroom.

“are you ready to r-rock and roll?” he pulled his keys out and flicked them around his finger.

you rolled your eyes at the stupid saying and then walked towards the door. you went to open it but turned around to face kurt, placing your tote bag on the ground for a moment. you hug him, your hands wrapping around his waist in a tight hug. he full embraces it, his arms around your shoulders.

“you are too good to me,” you giggled into his chest. “thank you.”

“of course,” he pulls away and you give him a quick peck to his jaw.

-

the apple employee told you it would be a few hours until they could return the macbook so kurt took you around some stores. you guys had gotten something to eat and were ready to walk into target. you had a coffee in your hands and you both were walking up to the doors. before you knew it, a car whizzes by you super fast. it was super close to hitting you and you drop your coffee out of panic.

the liquid splashed back onto your pants and drenched your shoes. kurt had a grip on your waist from yanking you away from the car.

“today is just not my day.” you sighed, pissed off that your pants and shoes are now wet and smell like coffee.

he walked you to the main entrance that was out of the street.

“let’s get you a new pair of pants and shoes,” he said, his hand now wrapping on the back of your neck, his thumb on your jaw.

“i don’t think i have enough money to do that,” you sighed. “i’m gonna have to pay for my computer and stuff-“

“no, it’s on me (y/n),” he smiled, pulling your hand to go inside.

“no way,” you ran up to catch him as he lead you inside. “i can’t let you do that.”

he giggled.

“i will do anything for you, i promise it’s fine.”

he squeezed your hand to reassure you and your heart fluttered. you guys walked until you could find the women’s clothes and you went through the jeans. he held onto you, his arms snaking around the back of your waist. his hands pressed into your stomach and his head rested against your shoulder. he gave input on certain jeans that you pulled out, finally picking a pair of baggy ripped ones.

he was excited to buy you something. he hadn’t really spent his money on anything other than food for you. he wanted to shower you with gifts and love and help. he would do anything for you, he was dying to do anything for you. he loved the feeling of his chest whenever you told him ‘thank you’ or just praised him. he just never gets told thank you or shown any appreciation and when you show it, it fuels him.

you had picked out a pair of knock off slip on vans and headed to the self checkout. you scanned the items and kurt pulled out his card.

“thank you again baby,” you held onto his bicep. “you are such a good boyfriend.”

god! he could take you and fuck you on this register just for the beautiful words you play for his ears.

“i just like seeing you happy,” he put the receipt in his pocket. “i want to make you proud of me.”

“i am proud of you,” you gave him soft puppy eyes, your cheeks red. “i’ll always be proud of you.”

after that, you got changed and you guys went back to the car. you weren’t interested in most of the stores since you were tired and wanted to just get your computer and go have a lazy day at home.

kurt kept leaning over to the passenger seat to give you little kisses on your shoulder or your temple, making you giggle.

“you are needy today,” you placed a hand on his thigh. “a good needy boy.”

you laughed but his breath hitched. he smiled wide and bit his lip.

“i like when y-you call me that,” he said with a tone that warmed your entire body, just so sweet and innocent. “i want to be your g-good boy.”

you grabbed both sides of his face, leaning i’ve the center console.

“always.”

you kissed him after your reassurance, his hands set on your neck. you pull away to your phone ringing, your hand shooting to your back pocket and pulling it out. the apple store was calling.

“hello?” you answer shyly.

kurt watched you, studying your face and your eyes. he could get lost in them forever, drift away in the feelings and further explore. he loved the way your nose scrunched up when you said certain words or the way you nervously take your lip between your teeth. he couldn’t even focus on your words, just how much he cared about you.

you hung up the phone and his eyes were still love drunk on you.

“so they are keeping my computer overnight,” you said in a frustrated tone. “so we can just go back home and lay in bed or something.”

he heard your words but he just still kept his eyes on you.

“earth to kurt?” you laugh.

“what?” he grinned.

“let’s get home.”

he obliged and you guys set off. if kurt wasn’t here, you’d probably just be crying over how overwhelmed all the minor inconveniences felt today. you still felt exhausted as it was only two pm but having kurt next to you settled your nerves. you still felt like being quiet and you stared out the window and held kurt’s free hand.

once you got home, you guys ran to your room and shut the door. you fell back on your bed with a huge sigh.

“today sucked,” you mumbled out. “i just want to lay here forever.”

kurt leaned over you, his legs between yours.

“let me make you feel better,” he smiled, kissing you deeply.

you guys go at it for a moment but he pulls away, getting up. he goes to the shoes and pants you threw on the floor, picking them up and soon disappearing from the room. you sit up, confused to what he is doing.

you shrug it off and you get back up to take off the new jeans you bought to put on a pair of comfortable shorts. after you had kicked off your shoes, kurt comes back and you hear the washing machine starting.

“did you put my stuff in the washer?” you asked with a giant smile.

“of course!” he shut the door behind him.

you start taking off your pants and putting on the shorts. he sat on the bed and took off his shirt. he had finally gotten comfortable to be shirtless when you guys hung out. you loved it, kissing his stomach or his chest constantly.

you crawl up next to him and kissed the back of his shoulder. he smiled and turned to face you.

“c’mere,” he gestures with the motion of his head to his lap.

you sit on him and he starts pulling you close, kissing your neck slowly. it turned you on and was ticklish. he went down to your exposed collar bone and you let out little whimpers.

he soon tugs at your shirt and you pull it off, placing it next to you on the bed. he kisses all over your chest, then over the top of your breasts, making your whimpers turn into moans. he then gestures for you to lay on your back and you follow his instructions.

he starts kissing you all over, your stomach to your thighs, your arms and hands. he went all the way to your ankles. you giggled at how happy and sensitive it made you all feel.

“do you feel better?” he asks, a large grin plastered on him.

“you make me feel amazing,” you say, propping yourself on your elbows.

he smiles and starts kissing your chest area again only to pull your boobs out of your bra. you moan at the contact of his hand, every touch making your burn with lust.

he gently kisses your breasts, giving them equal attention. he then takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks gently. you throw your head back and grab a fist full of his slightly greasy hair.

“you are doing so good baby,” you moaned out, making sure he knew you were excited by his actions. “such a helpful good boy.”

that ignited a fire in him and he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel.

#joe keery #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle/reader #kurtsworld96 #spree #spree movie

[autizmoeddiemunson]

i am actually BEGGING someone to write a kurt kunkle regression fic where whoever kind of talks him down into the headspace so he doesn’t commit literal murder pls but not in the serious way in the funny way sjshajans

Kurt was driving his soon to be victim. He was a tall, somewhat intimidating man, this usually wouldn’t bother Kurt but his energy made him feel oddly guilty. “What was your name again?” He asked, looking at him in his rearview mirror. “Sam.” His voice was so comforting.

He pushed his thoughts about this ‘sam’ out of his brain and started enacting his plan. “Crap.” He said as he began pulling over in the deserted area. “What’s wrong?” The man asked unbuckling his seatbelt. “Something’s wrong with the engine.” He popped the hood. “I’m good with cars, I’ll take a look.” The two men got out of the car, kurt grabbed a toolbox from the trunk and let the man investigate the engine.

He quietly grabbed a wrench from the box and began sneaking up behind him. Sam turned around at the last second and knocked the tool out of his hand. Kurt panicked and pulled a gun on him. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Calm down, hon. It’s okay.” Kurt’s mind went blank, what was this guy trying to do? He could kill this guy just by squeezing his finger and he was calling him ‘hon’?!

He tried to pull the trigger but his body wouldn’t let him. While he was distracted, sam managed to get the gun out if his hands. When Kurt realized he no longer had the gun, he attempted to rush him.

Sam grabbed him by the forearms, firm but not enough to hurt him. “No.” He said firmly as he looked into the shorter man’s eyes, not even raising his voice. Kurt whimpered, something about the man makes him feel… small? He feels weak but safe in his presence. He didn’t even notice the tears running down his cheeks.

Sam pulled him into a hug, keeping his hands restrained in one hand. “Shhh, shh. You’re safe, sweetie.” Why did Kurt feel like this? He was supposed to kill him but now he just wants to be held by him. He decided to give in, he buried his face into his shirt and let his tears fall. He didn’t expect one of the sam’s large hands to release his & begin petting his hair. “Let’s get you home, okay, gummy bear?” Kurt nodded against the mans chest and began walking to the drivers seat when he was stopped.

“I dont think you’re in any condition to be driving, baby.” He led kurt to the back passenger side seat and helped him in. He buckled the boy’s seatbelt and grabbed his bag before settling into the drivers seat. He began driving home, after a few minutes, he notice something was hitting the passenger seat. “What’s wrong, baby boy?” He reached back and rubbed the pouting boy’s knee.

Kurt was upset and confused about the situation. He didn’t understand how he got into this. Why does he feel like this? Why was he being so immature? He crossed his arms and jerked his keg away angrily. “Aww, is someone feeling fussy?” Kurt wouldn’t even dignify him with a response. The man reached into his bag and pulled something out, he ripped the tag off and handed it to the boy.

Kurt rubbed his fingers over the soft material, it was a small blue stuffed squid. He shook it lightly and giggled when he was met with rattling sounds. He may mot understand why he felt like this or what was going on but he was happy. “Do you like the squid, bud?” Sam asked, a smile apparent in his voice. The baby quickly nodded and happily played with his squid until they reached the man’s house.

Sam got out and walked to the boy’s door. He undid his seatbelt and picked him up, making sure he brought the stuffie with them as he carried him inside. As he was unlocking the door, he felt something wet on his shoulder. He craned his neck as much as he could to see what was happening without disturbing the boy. His heart fluttered when he saw him sleepily sucking on his shirt.

Kurt wasn’t sure why but he felt so safe. He felt vulnerable but something in him knew that sam wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. He fell asleep in the man’s arms, softly sucking on his shirt.

He woke up a few hours later not knowing where he was. He was startled when he finally took in his surroundings. He was laying on someone’s couch with a pacifier clipped to his shirt, a rattling squid in his arms, and octonauts on the tv. “Hello?” He rubbed his eyes and began looking around the house. He found a very sweet dog, but no one else home. He decided to play with the black lab on the living room floor.

While he was playin, the front door opened. “You’re awake!” Sam chirped. Kurt remembered everything that happened and tensed up. “What’s wrong, gummy bear? Not sleep well?” He set some bags on the counter and stood by the couch, looking at the boy. “Why am i here? What did you do to me? Why didn’t you call the cops?” Questions fired out of Kurt’s mouth.

Sam looked at him sweetly and knelt in front of him on the floor. “You didn’t seem like a killer to me, just a boy who needed some love.” Kurt stood up and brushed the dog hair off him angrily. “I’ve killed tons of people! I dont need someone treating me like a baby! I can take care of myself!” He ripped the pacifier off his shirt and threw it at him.

Sam managed to catch it before it hit the floor and stood up. “Listen, I know you’ve killed people and i know you can take care of yourself but wouldn’t it be nice to not always have to? I’m not gonna force you but the way you felt today… you can feel like that any time you want when im around. I want to take care of you.” Kurt wasn’t sure what he wanted to happen. He loved the care & attention he got today but didn’t want to indulge this side of him. The man seemed genuine though, maybe he could try it, just for a bit.

“Okay.” He whispered quietly. Sam hugged him and comforted him. They stood in silence, hugging for a few minutes. “You’ll really take care of me?” Kurt asked shyly, pulling his head away from the man’s chest. “Of course i will, gummy bear.”

#kurt kunkle #spree #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle fanfic #spree 2020 #spree fanfic #spree fic #kurt kunkle agere #little kurt kunkle #agere fic #🩺writes

[dimepdf]

DATING KURT WOULD INCLUDE. + KURT KUNKLE

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. what being in a relationship with Kurt would be like.

pairing. kurt kunkle x reader

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, none gender specific, incel Kurt, fluff, gamer boyfriend trope, not canon to movie, just silly little headcanons, i honestly don't know how to tag this. | — feedback is always welcomed & don’t forget to reblog 🤍

Honestly, I can not believe that you guys convinced me to write this. You literally put a gun to my head and told me to start writing this with my black ass. 

Ight come get y'all juice ig.

Kurt is the type of boyfriend who just doesn't know what to do when you show him affection, the man takes a minute to process every compliment that you give him.

"Wait...Did you just call me a pretty boy?"

"Kurt, I said that an hour ago, babe."

Your first date is going to be cheap.

I'm just being honest here, but that doesn't mean that this man wouldn't burn a hole in his pockets just to buy you whatever you want from the McDonald's dollar menu. 

He will randomly just check up on you throughout the day.

Even if you're spending it together, he’ll suddenly just stop what he’s doing and analyze you for a bit.

Despite you two being in a relationship, Kurt pulls zero bitches, no matter how much he tries to present himself as this super confident guy with a super hot partner.

And because of that, he’s very inexperienced when it comes to relationships.

You have to be the one to initiate everything when it comes to your relationship. 

But when you are being affectionate, you have to turn it all the way up a notch because this man is kind of dense.

You would wrap your arms around him as he sat in his gamer chair watching him play one of his silly little games. 

The sound leaking from his headset as you shifted to his lap, unaffected by your presence, thinking you just wanted to cuddle.

But then you start kissing him on the collarbone...

Man's is instantly hard.

here's where it get's a little spicy...

You discover that Kurt is quite vocal during sex.

Like a modern day porn star, you cannot shut him the fuck up.

Every little touches from you makes him feel like he’s experiencing sex for the first time, every time.

It isn't that hard to please him since he’s never felt the touch of a everyone ever in his life, so you would give him the most sheet gripping, teeth clenching, knuckle biting head of his life.

Kurt has this thing with eye contact.

You have to look him in the eye while you guys are having sex or he just can’t cum.

Same with biting.

He doesn't do it to you, but he’ll burst at the seams if you tease him by sinking your teeth into any part of his body.

Do not try this with his slong.

He has accidentally hit you before the time that you tried to jump scare him.

His reflexes are insane. 

Also he cries. 

You have to give that man aftercare because he literally breaks down.

That post-nut clarity hits him like a ton of fucking bricks.

All he wants to do is be the little spoon and cuddle with you. 

okay back to being cute again...

Whenever he wins a round, you have to kiss him. 

He’ll spring from his gamer chair at the end of the round and jump onto the mattress just to steal a kiss from you.

will brag about you to the ten-year olds online that he’s playing with

“Yeah, well my partner is super freaking hot so…no im not lying dude!” 

“Y/N! COME TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY MOM!”

waking up and seeing him on the game or making his little "beep boop" music in the corner of the room with the lights turned off.

“Jesus Christ Kurt, turn on the light at least you look like a serial killer.”

“Oh I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want to wake you!”

He constantly asks you for your opinion on everything.

He just can’t help it.

He just constantly wants your approval and wants to impress everyone, especially you.

Lowkey, he has this thing with taking pictures of you while you're sleeping, like his entire camera roll would be just you sleeping in random places he likes to scroll through whenever he’s bored.

You guys do fight, just not very often, but when you do, it's usually over something very serious.

“....are you mad at me Y/N?”

“You literally drove off and left me in a random fucking parking lot because of a game sale Kurt.”

Since he is very into being social media famous, you do have to bring the hammer on him sometimes to stop him from doing dangerously stupid trends.

But other than that, your relationship is usually just shits and giggles.

🔖 @quinnxmunson @lluvin @summerhornet @coralluminaryinternet @jonathansmalewife (for Kurt)

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I would like to request anything with Kurt Kunkle.

I want to absolutely fuck this man up, rock his shit, dominate him so hard. (preferably male!reader but gn!reader is chill also)

OHHH SO UNDERSTANDABLE sorry this took so long! he's such a lil bitch boy hope u don't mind this isn't a full fic 🙏

kurt kunkle + dominant! male reader (nsfw under cut)

-c'mon he gives off massive sub energy look at him. he's so needy and whiny and pathetic it's adorable! kurt wants fame so bad...why doesn't he make a sex tape? he's definitely going to bring that up to you i'm sorry, but his kurties would LOVE to see him get utterly destroyed by his boyfriend on camera <3

-he will do anything you ask and i'm serious. there isn't even a hint of brat in him. no matter how extreme your kinks are, his are WORSE. he wants you to jerk him off, telling him how disgusting he is, cover him in his victim's blood and make him lick it off. he is SICK and you love it.

-edging is a major kink for him because you think he looks so gorgeous when he's crying and begging, only for you to deny him. even better when it's followed by overstimulation, he cries that he can't come anymore, but you know he can. secretly, he knows he can too.

-kurt wants to have sex in his car i'm sorry but he does. on the plus side he'll offer to give you road head though, he likes choking on you knowing that you could be pulled over at any moment, anyone could look in at a traffic light and see him there. he likes humiliation <3

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