#kurt angle x reader

[captainchewtoybaby]

Heart of Gold

Kurt Angle x reader

Summary : Kurt and reader were highschool sweethearts but years later after a bad break up they meet again. When they get put together in a story line, old memories start to come up. Will this storyline bring them back together or is their relationship doomed to fail?

Y/n Pov: 

Summer, 1996 

It was the summer of 1996. I had just enlisted myself into a wrestling school. I was excited of course since I've always found the spirit very interesting. I had found a job in a boutique that actually paid me pretty well. Everything was going great. But that was just the beginning for me. 

My boyfriend, Kurt, had done bigger things than me that summer. He was going to participate in the Olympics. It was a big deal for him, since he had been training  months for this.

Kurt and I had met in highschool. He was this shy, nice kid. The kind you would definitely bring home to your parents. We met during a school dance we both attended, well actually we were dragged to it by our friends. He saw me sitting alone at my table, came over and we started talking. I know it sounds like your typical teen movie moment but who cares, here we were six years later and still together.

Kurt had come by to visit me and my family, before he was off to Atlanta. It was after dinner when we decided to sit on the porch. 

"Are you just gonna stand or are you gonna join me." I said, sitting on the porch swing, looking at Kurt, standing there as if he was a statue.

"What about your dad?" Kurt asked. You see Kurt always was afraid that my dad would rip him apart if he saw me and Kurt touching or even sitting next to each other. I always told him my dad was just overreacting and sitting next to each other wouldn't make me pregnant. 

"For the love of god, Kurt, it's not like we're gonna have sex on this porch swing." I said. He looked at me and plopped down beside me.

 "On second thought, that would be hot." Kurt said and I slapped his arm. 

"So-" I said. "Tomorrow is the big day." 

Kurt sighed. "I'm having second thoughts about this." 

I looked at him. "You? Kurt Angle, the man who trained his whole life for this, the man who ran up a hill with someone on his back, the man who was too busy training to call me-" 

"Alright, no need to be an ass kisser here." 

"I'm not kissing your ass, I'm just saying what I saw." I said. "Kurt, you can't give up, you were too invested in this." I garabed his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I believe in you." 

"Ew cooties." He said in fake disgust. 

"Oh shut u-" before I could finish his lips were on mine.

"Thanks for believing in me." Kurt said and gave me a small kiss on my neck. 

"You know just a minute ago you were afraid to sit next to me and now here we are making out on this thing." I said. 

"Shhh, you're ruining the moment." He said as he kept kissing my neck. He worked his way up to my chin and then my cheek until he reached my lips. He then suddenly stopped.

"Oh shit, I have to go." He said and stood up. I walked with him to the stairs. As he was about to leave  he turned around and gave me one last kiss. 

"Make me proud." I said. 

"I will." Kurt said and kissed me one more time. He then walked to his car. And that would be the last time I saw Kurt Angle.

**********

March, 2000

The WWF. Listen, This was the number one company I wanted to work for, since I started wrestling. Sure the other two companies were interesting too but wwf was the game in town. So when a great friend of mine said that i should try it out, i went and now here i was sitting backstage of Smackdown. I've only been with this company for a year, so I was still trying to work my way to the top. 

I was currently in a storyline in this sort of friendship storyline with Molly Holly. The whole thing was centered around Crash Holly thinking I would betray Molly someday and that she trusted me too much. The story itself was fun but I felt that I could do much better than this one.

"Man it's hotter than a bitch."  I heard a voice behind me. It was Lita, who sat down next to me with a plate full of cookies. 

"The weather man said we could expect hotter than this."  I said. 

"You watch the weather, lame." She said and took a bite out of a cookie.

"No, it's not lame, it's educational." 

"Oh really? How?" 

"You learn about the weather." 

"Listen, the sun shines everyday, even I can tell you what the weather is gonna be like." Lita said and stuffed another cookie in her mouth. Just then Trish Stratus sat down in front of us, holding two ropes. 

"What do I wear tonight, this or this?" Trish said, holding up a red and yellow rope. Besides Molly, Trish and Lita were the two girls I became very close with. One my first day they were the first two people to talk to me and show me around. Ever since then we just clicked.

"They both look terrible." Lita said.

I hit Lita on her arm. "What happened to the black one?" I asked. 

"It's in my bag but I wanted to try something different, ya know, a lighter color." 

"Just stick to the black one." Lita said. I rolled my eyes.

"Listen, these ropes are pretty, okay the yellow one looks uhm- 

"Like shit." Lita said.

"No, it looks fine and the red one looks-" 

Okay I had to admit they were terrible looking ropes but I just didn't want to tell Trish that since she was a bit too happy to show them to us. 

"Admit it, they look horrible." Trish said

"Alright you got me." 

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have trusted the new tailor Matt sent me too ." Trish said.

"Matt Hardy?" I asked.

Lita almost choked on her cookie. "Matt? Trish, there are reasons why he and Jeff wrestle in jeans." She said. "And never take advice from Matt or Jeff, you'll end up in an even shittier situation." 

I snickered. "Listen guys, I gotta go and get ready before Molly kills me." I said. The girls waved goodbye to me and I walked out of catering. On my way to.the dressing room I noticed someone walking the opposite direction. I said someone because I knew who it was. It was the one person I was trying to avoid since the first year I came here. The one and only, Mr. Gold medalist himself, Kurt Angle. 

It had been four years since we drifted apart. Why? Heck i didn't even know why either because right after he won that medal things went downhill for us and one day he just disappeared out of my life.I was hurt. Deeply too. But I kept my chin up and worked on myself a bit more. 

As we passed each other I looked in his direction and he looked in mine. And for a split second it felt as if we were strangers. No hello. No waves. Nothing, we just passed each other like it was nothing. 

Part of me wanted to walk over to him and slap him but I always said to myself: "y/n, just let it go." 

Besides, I was here to make my career, not get back with the man who dumped me. As I passed him, I let out a sigh. I just hoped to never ever pass him again. 

********

@aritamargarita @diesels-jacknife @rainchyna

A/n: enjoy yall

#kurt angle #kurt angle x reader #wwf

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Take What You Give

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fingering, hella dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, DP kinda- it's with his tail so there's that, praise praise praise, unprotected p in v, creampie, kinda cockwarming also- I think that's everything lol

Genre: smut with the tiniest bits of fluff

Summary: after a dreadfully boring date you know the perfect way to unwind

A/N: Someone on tiktok called Nightcrawler community dick and this idea popped into my head because of it lmaoo

***

You're bored. You're on a date with the least interesting person you've ever met in your life and oh GOD you are bored. You feel bad, he's cute and seems like a nice person but none of your conversations have been stimulating this whole time. You're trying to give a real and honest chance before you quit on this and leave. Although you'll admit you're already making plans for after this date so maybe you've checked out at this point. When he starts telling a story about a nightmarish party his college roommates held years ago you practically leap from your chair.

"Sorry to interrupt, I need to use the restroom." You tell him. You don't wait for him to respond before you rush off to find the bathroom. You allow yourself five minutes to come up with a plan ultimately setting a timer before heading back to your table. "Sorry about that. Please, continue." You say with a smile.

"All good?" He asks.

"Yes. Thank you." You say and he continues his story. Twelve minutes later, the alarm on your phone goes off. "Hang on let me just- sorry I have to take this." You mutter angling your phone away from his view as you fake a phone call. "Hello? ... No I'm out, why is everything okay? ... what?! ... Do you need me to come and get you? ... don't be silly of course I'll come. I'm on my way, alright? ... See you soon. Hang in there." You pace out your responses to your imaginary call. "Dillan I'm so sorry my friend is- in a bit of trouble and really needs my help. I hate to bail but it can't wait." You grimace as convincingly as you can.

"Is everything alright? Do you need-"

"I'm alright. We'll take care of it. I just have to go now, but tonight has been fun. I'll call you!" You say standing up. You will not be calling him.

"Yeah I had a great time. I hope things with your friend turn out fine." He says standing with you. You leave the restaurant with one more muttered goodbye and roll your eyes once you're down the block. Time to solidify your plans for the rest of your evening. You dial the number you haven't used in some time- a few months you think but no matter.

"Liebling." His voice is a little breathless when he answers.

"Hi Kurt." You say.

"It's been a while." You can hear the smile in Kurt's voice.

"I'm a busy woman Wagner and you have quite the schedule yourself. Are you engaged for the evening?"

"I can make myself unengaged."

"Don't trouble yourself Kurt."

"For you my dear it's never trouble. When do you want to see me?"

"Whenever you can unengage yourself and get here is fine. I'm not in any particular rush." You tell him.

"I'll see you in an hour. Ish. Be ready."

"Already am." You say suggestively before hanging up the phone. You catch the beginning of what, knowing Kurt, was probably a swear and you chuckle to yourself as you make your way home.

At home, you take off your makeup and the dress you wore and change into some pretty lacy lingerie. Kurt is quite fond of your collection, he says taking them off feels like unwrapping a present he's been dying to receive for months. He's quite dramatic, but you don't see him often so it's easy to enjoy giving him that little treat when you call on him. It's not yet an hour later when he materializes in your bedroom where you're reading leisurely.

"Hello darling." He smiles.

"You're early." You match the grin on his face.

"I said 'ish' plus I hate to keep you waiting." He shrugs.

"Always so sweet to me." You hum marking your place in your book and placing it on the nightstand beside you.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Kurt asks.

"No." 

"Good." He says and then he's over you, holding himself up with one hand while his other cups your face. "You smell of cologne."

"Bad date." You mutter tugging him down to connect his lips to yours. The kiss doesn't last long, you feel him smile against your lips before pulling away.

"Happy to help you forget about it darling but you should call on me more often if you're feeling lonely." 

"If you're worried I'm replacing you Kurt don't be. You'll always be my favorite." You wink at him pulling him in for another kiss. This one he doesn't break, his tongue slipping into your mouth, dominating the kiss quickly. His hands are up your sides nails slightly dragging against your skin enough to send shivers through you. You back away from him enough to tug his shirt over his head, sliding your fingers down his patterned chest.

"I'll always be your favorite hm?" He smirks kissing down your neck.

"Of course my shadow jumper." You whimper when his mouth focuses on a spot against your throat, one of your hands sliding into his hair.

"You know you're my favorite don't you liebling?" He hums into your skin.

"Never had a doubt." You giggle.

"Good girl." His lips trail further, kissing the swell of your best just over the edge of your bra. "I think this might be my favorite set on you too by the way." He says sitting back and pulling you with him so he can unhook the lacy number.

"You say that every time you're here Kurt." You remind him.

"Every time I'm here you unlock a new type of perfection." He winks dipping his head to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as he lays you back against your pillows.

"You're such a flatterer." You say jokingly but a moan punctuates the sentence as Kurt's teasing tongue against your chest tugs at something deep within you. Your back arches towards him your fingers burying themselves in his hair again. Kurt's tail slides up your leg, making you squirm even more and he uses the extra appendage to pull your panties down your body. That tail wraps around one of your ankles, keeping your legs spread for the hand that slides down your abdomen. When his fingers reach the apex of your thighs you're breathing hitches before he's even touched you.

"Always so ready for me, pretty girl." Kurt chuckles. He plunges two fingers into you quickly, curling them in just the right way to have you grinding against his hand. His fingers pump in and out of you with deliberate thrusts, stretching you for him. "Heaven help me, you're absolutely soaking." Kurt hisses, your juices flowing over his hand.

"Fuck babe- I'm close." You pant out, arching into his hand as you chase your end.

"That's it liebling, let go for me." Kurt coaxes softly before leaning forward to take your clit between his lips. He sucks harshly on the bundle of nerves and the sudden stimulation sends you over the edge with a whine. He works you through it with gentle licks and slow pumps of his fingers, watching the way your face shifts between the stages of your pleasure. When you let out a long albeit shaky breath he pulls away, knowing that loud unsteady release of air means you're back in your body. "Oh how I love making you do that." He says pressing a kiss to your lips before placing his sticky fingers into his mouth. The groan he lets out at your taste flooding his tongue is pornographic. There's no other way to describe it, and a fresh wave of arousal washes over you at the sound. You watch him clean his fingers with a darkened look that he relishes in. That carnal desire in your eyes focused solely on him, he'll never get tired of it. When the essence of you no longer coats his digits he pulls them out with a satisfying pop.

"Skipping your usual protocol today?" You ask with a teasing smile. You'd have no qualms if he did but Nightcrawler is one of those makes you cum a dozen times for his own enjoyment types who has never passed up the opportunity to eat you out before fucking you.

"And allow the sweetest nectar to go to waste? Don't insult me." He scoffs shifting himself to lie between your legs. He wastes no time pulling you towards his waiting mouth and allowing his tongue to dive into your center. Your fingers are in his ink-colored hair moments later, desperate to ground yourself as he devours you like his final meal.

His tongue thrusts in and out of you, slurping the juices that spill from you, moaning as your arousal washes over every inch of his mouth. The sounds from him reverberate against your skin only furthering your madness as Kurt takes you apart one lick, one slurp, one suck at a time. When your legs begin to shake, he brings his hands up to hold your thighs still, digging his fingers into the flesh there as he feasts. Your first orgasm on his tongue meets you with a loud moan and barely contained thrashing that does nothing to slow Kurt. You jerk against his still seeking mouth, but his hold on your thighs simply tightens as he continues his onslaught.

"God! Kurt- please!" You cry out though you're not sure if you're asking him to stop or continue. As if it matters, Kurt will go until he's satisfied which with him could literally be hours. With Kurt there's no such thing as too much, he can go and go and go shattering you into a million pieces just to put you back together so he can do it all over again. And you let him. You relish in the bite of overstimulation that soon melts away to pure pleasure again as his tongue forces another orgasm from you. This one takes you by surprise as you pull at the strands between your fingers, your body convulsing harshly.

Kurt's eyes meet yours and he winks at you as he pulls you tighter against his mouth. His tongue focusing now on your too sensitive clit. You writhe against him, caught between escaping and searching for more as you squeal from his ministrations. When a scream Kurt would describe as piercing falls from your lips and your third orgasm coats his tongue he finally gives you a break, working you through your release before sitting up.

"When I asked if we were skipping your protocol it wasn't a challenge." You eventually huff at him, once your chest stops heaving so hard you thought you'd never get enough air in your lungs.

"Tapping out already? I've given you much more in one go before. Perhaps I should be checking on you more often liebling." Kurt smirks as he wipes his face.

"Tapping out? Before you've even fucked me? It's like you don't know me at all anymore sweet one." You tease back.

"That's my girl." Kurt chuckles shucking his pants off before sinking into you. Between your breathless moan and the feeling of your walls pulsing around him Kurt can't help but groan when he bottoms out. He holds still for a moment allowing both you and him to adjust to your heat swallowing his length. With a deep breath, his hips rock back, almost all the way, and then he thrusts into you so harshly that he shifts you on the bed. He settles his hands on your hips then and sets a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly.

"Holy- fuck." You grit out, tossing your head back against the bed. Kurt always fills you to the point where it's almost too much, you can feel him everywhere somehow but oh how you love it. Your nails scrape down Kurt's back as you cling to him while he fucks you ruthlessly.

"So good. You feel so good liebling." He huffs out between his thrusts.

"So do you, god- you fuck me so well. Fill me so nicely."

"I know I do pretty one, this pussy loves taking my dick. Does it so well each time. Isn't that right baby?"

"Yeah- yes- love it so much." You whimper when Kurt's tail slips between your bodies and finds your clit. The extra appendage is as dexterous as his fingers and the swollen bundle of nerves reacts to it the same way, luring you to another orgasm that has you shuddering in Kurt's arms. His tail continues to poke around near where you and Kurt are joined, his hips not slowing even with his tail in the mix. It's something he's done before, not often- but it seems tonight he's pulling out all the stops. The tip of his tail is gathering your wetness, covering itself to prepare for entering you at the other end. Kurt lifts your hips further into him, holding you high enough for his tail to get under you and slowly prod your ass.

"Gonna stuff you proper tonight." Kurt mutters before his tail breeches you. Your gasping whine at the sudden intrusion only fuels Kurt more. His tail quickly matches his hips in rhythm filling you in both holes, clouding your mind. You're a mess of moans and whines as Kurt has his way with you. He pulls one or two more orgasms from you before he's spilling into you with a roar. He doesn't even bother pulling out before lays beside you and pulls you tightly against him. He kisses your forehead softly and whispers something in German that you don't know the meaning of. It's fine he'll be here a while. With Kurt it's never one and done. He'll pull more orgasms from you until you've completely lost count, until all you know is his name and the pleasure he's giving you, until the world has been flipped on its axis and you along with it. It happens every time and that's exactly why you call him when you do.

***

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #nightcrawler #nightcrawler fanfiction #nightcrawler smut #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #other marvel characters

[moondust-imagines]

Ink Part 2 (Christian Cage x Fem!Reader)

I promised I was only going to write one shots but here we are

Part one here

October 30th 2000 Monday Night Raw

You climbed out of the limo just after Christian, grinning at Kurt Angle as Adam chattered about ‘living in luxury”. All of you had the night off, thanks to Stephanie. Speaking of which, she was sniffling away behind you. She clearly had a nasty flu but was determined to stick around to help out Kurt. You linked your arm in hers as you followed the boys to her locker room where you were going to set up Adam’s ‘party’.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to the hotel hun? That cough sounds awful” You asked sympathetically. Her eyes were red and puffy as she shook her head at you.

“I want to be here for the cage match” She sniffled. You knew better than to try and argue with her.

Once you had decorated Stephs locker room, you sat yourself on Christian’s lap. His arms quickly circled around your waist to pull you against his chest and he gave you a gentle kiss on your shoulder. Kurt paid you both no attention as he was far too preoccupied with Steph curled up on the chair opposite but Adam let out a huff of displeasure.

“Can you two quit it for one day? As a birthday present?” He whined. You knew he wasn’t actually upset about it. It wasn’t like he was sleeping alone at night either.

“Got to keep my girl happy, don’t want to die old and alone like you” Christian teased earning a shove from the other man.

“Alright boys, play nicely” You sighed playfully. You reached down to grab the presents you and Christian had hastily wrapped this morning.

“These are for you, birthday boy” You grinned.

Considering it was a shirt that both of them were given for free, he seemed pretty happy with it. You leant over to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek when he thanked you. Christian huffed and demanded one too, like you’d ever deny him a kiss.

Hunter stormed into the room soon after, probably to check on his wife. As much as the boys tried to keep the energy going, everyone else was clearly having none of it. When they found the streamers and kazoo, it was no surprise that you were all kicked out.

Adam disappeared to meet a friend, you guessed he was getting a ‘present’ from one of the girls. You and Christian had found a quiet corner away from everyone else. You were perched on a table with him sitting on a metal chair between your legs as you played with his long blonde hair.

“You really think we’ll grow old together?” You asked quietly. He looked up at you with those blue eyes that always made you melt and smiled softly.

“Of course I do, your stuck with me for the long run now babe” He replied.

2023 AEW: Dynamite

You wished you could say you didn’t think about Christian often but you’d be lying. Sure, it had been a good few years since he had walked out of your home. He had left you in tears with barely a glance back. You had even tried to warn Jack when they started working together but then you were framed as the jealous ex. You wonder what Jack thought of you now. Adam joining the company had been refreshing, he had always been a good friend to you regardless of Christian. Now you suppose he’s seeing the side of Christian that broke your heart.

You were stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to the stage. Adam practically jumped down the stairs, still running high on the adrenaline. He greeted you with a, harder than intended, pat on the back. You walked him back to his locker room, making comfortable conversation the whole way. He stopped just before his door and checked there was no one else in the hallway.

“So, how’re you doing? It can’t be easy seeing.. him every week” Adam said quietly. You had been dreading this conversation with him. He knew everything that that happened between you and Christian.

“It’s fine. He’s preoccupied, hasn’t actually came near me yet” You shrugged. You felt yourself getting self-conscious. It wasn’t unusual in a company with so many people in it to not speak to everyone all the time. But you both had been here for a year or two now. Adam raised an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Suppose that’s better than him harassing you as well. Maybe someone’s had a word with him” He mused. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug, promising that him and Beth would have you over for dinner soon. Then he disappeared into his locker room leaving you to wander around by yourself.

You decided there wasn’t much else you were needed for so you shot Tony a quick text before heading for your car. You saw Nick and Killswitch crowding the car parked next to yours and silently cursed fate. You smiled politely at them as you passed. As you rounded your car to get in, you were met with Christian. His phone was pressed to his ear, he must have tried to get some privacy behind your car. He mumbled goodbye and shoved it in his pocket. There was a moment of awkward silence before you went to the car door.

“Leaving early?” He asked. You willed yourself to just get in your car and drive away, it’s what he would do. You just didn’t have it in you.

“Yeah, Adam’s finished his segment. No one else to hang around for” You shrugged. He hummed in response and the awkward silence fell again.

“How’s your back feeling?” He asked. You wanted to roll your eyes, of course he wanted to know. He’d probably rub it in your face for weeks that you were the only one that couldn’t heal up to come back.

“Hurts when I stand up too long, so if you don’t mind” You gestured to your car. His eyes flashed with hurt at your dismissal but he stepped back to let you get in.

“See you around” He muttered as you slammed the door shut.

Once he was out of sight again, you ran your fingers over his name tattooed on your shoulder. You had thought about getting in removed so many times over the years, now you were cursing yourself for never going through with it. His marks were still all over you, physical or not.

#aew imagine #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine

[fritz-federleicht]

pssst, if you can, can we please get a Kurt and Reader Wedding fic? Only if you can though <3

Close your eyes!/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Summary: You get married and meet Kurt during the preparations, but according to tradition you're not allowed to see each other before the ceremony

Words: 793

-------------------------------------------

You don't know why, but Dave wanted to help you with the preparations, but only the ones that concern you. That means putting on the dress, doing your hair and makeup. Of course Dave doesn't do it personally, even if he offered it to you. You're sure it wouldn't look bad, but you want to look extra beautiful today. The day you make Kurt your husband. That's why your friends are helping you.

You come out of a small side room into the big one where Dave is sitting on a sofa with his legs wide apart. As he looks up his mouth stays open.

"Y/N... wow you look..." He searches for the right words. "Gorgeous."

You blush and look down at yourself. Your hands run over your big white skirt. "Thank you."

Your schedule is not big, soon the wedding ceremony starts. That's why Dave stands up and addresses your friend Lia who comes out of the small room. "Is Y/N done with the dress?"

Lia tells him that she has to put on the veil just before the ceremony, but everything else is ready. Dave immediately turns to you.

"We need to change rooms now. You need to get your hair and that cute little face fixed up." He angles his arms at his hips. "I hope we don't run into Kurt." He says more to himself than to you.

According to traditions, it is forbidden for the couple to see each other before the wedding ceremony.

"You have to help me carry my skirt." You ask Dave. He nods and lifts it up behind you.

"Okay. We need to make this quick. Do you know where we need to go?" You nod. "All right then, let's go."

Dave opens the door, looks right and left, and lets you through. You walk down a long hallway, turn a few times, and suddenly you see a golden head of hair turn the corner.

"Eyes closed Y/N!" Roars Dave as he peers over your shoulder and sees Kurt in his black suit. It's too late, you've already seen Kurt. He looks beautiful. Still, you quickly close your eyes. Dave has gone to so much trouble to prepare everything perfectly.

At the same time, Dave's excited voice draws the attention of his bandmate to you.

Dave lets go of your skirt and waves his arms in Kurt's direction. His blue eyes scrutinize you. A smile settles on his lips. You look like an angel. Only after he has examined you does he look at Dave.

"Close your eyes!" He shouts.

Kurt does as he is told and closes his eyes. He walks in your direction.

Dave sighs. "Great he saw you." Probably rubbing his face in exasperation.

You continue walking. "It's not like I'm completely fixed up yet. So it's not that bad."

"If you say so." You continue walking down the hall.

Finally, Kurt's fingers graze your abdomen. "Hey honey, you look gorgeous." He says, his fingers finding their way to your hips.

"Don't get too close to her. You're almost up her skirt." Says Dave, and you feel Kurt push back slightly.

"You're taking this way too seriously. My dress won't stay white today anyway." You reach out your hands, looking for Kurt's hands.

"It doesn't have to be dirty before the ceremony, though." Your hand is grabbed and pulled further forward. It's Dave's hand, it's much calloused from playing drums than Kurst's hand.

He places yours on the palm of Kurt's large hand. "Thanks." You murmur and squeeze Kurt's fingers.

"Finally, we become wife and husband." He says. You hear him smile proudly.

You can't help but smile, too. "Finally." Kurt's thumb rubs over your hand.

"I don't want to bother you." Says Dave suddenly beside you. You forgot he was still there. You can't see him. Your eyes are tightly shut. "But Y/N has to go on now. You'll see enough of each other today."

"I love you Y/N." Says Kurt, lifting your hand to his mouth. His lips gently kiss your knuckles.

"Love you too. I'll see you later." Reluctantly, you let go of him.

Dave hooks onto you and pulls you with him. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you." You nod. Shortly after, you turn the corner Kurt came out of.

"Now you can open your eyes again." You open them. "Quickly now. You and Kurt have spent a lot of time."

"It wasn't that long."

Dave ignores you and leads you across the hall to the next room where you're getting your makeup and hair done.

#kurt cobain one shot #kurt cobain x y/n #kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain imagine #kurt cobain #nirvana x y/n #nirvana x reader #nirvana one shot #nirvana imagine #nirvana

[judgementdaysunshine]

Don't give up

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem reader

Description: You keep Jeff from giving up his career as he recovers from injury

Jeff felt mentally drained and emotionally exhausted as he recovered from the severe leg injury he had gotten weeks earlier. He had gotten the injury while in a match against Kurt Angle, halfway during the match when he was dropped on the mat at a diagonal angle he immediately knew something was wrong when he landed not only the sudden pain but also the position is leg was in knowing it wasn't broken but that it was definitely hurt in some way sliding out the ring and hopping backstage leading being in the ER finding out he had a pulled muscle and a fracture in his leg that would take eight weeks to heal, he felt frustrated that he had worked and trained hard to have this match in order to be considered for Unforgiven later in the year and now he would have to spend time he could be using to train and add some new moves to instead heal the muscle and fracture in his leg then slowly get back in training. So far it had been three weeks into his recovery and all he wanted to do was hit something and yell in anger, you had been by his side helping him recover ever since you had gone to the hospital after seeing him in his match knowing that he was hurt finding out just how bad it was in terms of the fracture icing and heating his leg for the muscle and after the first week had passed the muscle was better now focusing on the fracture, you wrap your arms around him stroking his hair as he laid his head on your shoulder trying not to just let tears flow "I know this is frustrating but you can't just throw it all away because of the time it takes to recover" he holds you in his arms as he slowly feels calmer, as time goes on he feels himself grow more motivated as the last few weeks pass by and slowly reconditioned himself and trains with Matt, Edge, and Christian smiling when he saw a text from you telling him to take it easy the first few weeks and when you had a hot shower ready for his sore body as soon as he walks in the door. He smiles whenever he hears your voice or sees you in the crowd during his matches back after recovering, he immediately lifts you in his arms after winning his match and knowing he was going to unforgiven which absolutely thrilled him knowing that the hard work finally would be paid off and he truly couldn't thank you for being by his side and keeping him from giving up during recovery of his injury "Thank you for not letting me give up" you knew from the bottom of your heart just how much he loved what he did and later on he would regret just throwing it all away because of an injury that needed time to recover "I know how much it means to you and I couldn't just let you give it up" those words right there made him melt and kiss you sweetly.

#wwe x reader #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #wwe

[collectivecloseness]

We Can Still Have Fun

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: When you walk in on Kurt in a precarious situation, with your underwear he’d just stolen from your bedroom, you can’t help but close the door behind you when you see those big brown eyes. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. F!reader, dom!reader. Virgin, perv, subby, bratty, good boy Kurt. 18+. 9k)

Kurt was your friend, so you knew that he and his mom never locked their side door in such a secluded area. You didn’t want to disturb Mrs. Kunkle if she was in, you only needed to see Kurt for a second. He’d left his wallet at your home accidentally when he’d been hanging out earlier today, and he hadn’t answered his phone, so you thought it was easier to just step inside and chuck it at him, maybe teasingly tell him how much of a klutz he was, Kurt the klutz, before leaving back home. It was dark, but still early on in the night, and you knew you’d only be a minute.

You quickly shut the door behind you into the hallway, noting how all the lights were on, and made your way to Kurt’s bedroom, wallet in hand. Your free palm turned the knob on the door “H-“

You froze in the doorway. Kurt hadn’t noticed you in the small opening, and in his hands were a pair of your panties, ones you wore all the time, but worse that that, Kurt was rubbing himself with them.

Kurt had gotten the tip of his dick perfectly aligned with the area of your panties your pussy would lie on, knowing there might be a stain or two there, and he kept fiddling to get them positioned just right, as they’d move every few times he viscously stroked himself into them. Like a desperate man he wasn’t slow, he leant his head back and moaned pornographically as he bobbed his dick up and down through the material of your used underwear. Sitting alone on his discarded mattress in the corner of his room that lacked a bed frame, fisting his dick into your stolen panties.

But as his head was angled back in pleasure, that’s when he noticed the light beaming in through the doorway. His hand flung from his dick, underwear still dangling onto his erection that was firm up against his stomach, and he looked in horror as he saw you standing in the doorway, slack jawed in the exact same way he was.

“Y/-“ he swallowed hard, like he had no spit “Y/n?” It was barely a whisper. His eyes were blown wide, terrified about what you’d just seen, about what you could still see- his hands quickly went to cover his junk and the evidence, moaning a little accidentally as he made contact- terrified you were going to bolt.

But instead you did something that almost surprised even you, you closed his bedroom door, but only after you’d stepped inside.

This time when Kurt whined, you could tell it wasn’t to do with his raging hard on, he was so scared or nervous or ashamed, as you just stepped closer silently, not anywhere he could touch, but standing above him next to the bed.

Seeing his dick, pathetically stuffed into your panties, did something to your chest you weren’t so pleased to admit, especially when you felt your throat getting dry, but you could tell it was for the wrong reasons, you knew this feeling. Avoiding wetting your lips, you looked into Kurt’s eyes sternly, but spoke with a calm, straight voice. “Take them off Kurt.”

Immediately, face red and eyes rimmed and glassy, looking like he was about to cry at any second, Kurt used one finger, trying to minimise the damage, as he carefully lifted your underwear off his dick, putting it to the side instead, waiting with a hung head for you to speak again.

The tip of his dick was red, a glob of pre leaking out the head, and twitching as you moved closer, almost breathing on Kurt’s neck. Fuck. You knew it shouldn’t be turning you on. But you’d always thought Kurt was cute. He was your friend, but you liked teasing him, it was fun to watch him get flustered, and if he ever did have the balls to make a move, you weren’t so sure you’d pull away either. Plus you hadn’t been laid in forever, so you could try and blame your feelings on that.

You stayed in your position of power, straightening up a little, and looking Kurt right in his wide brown eyes. “Did you steal those panties? Earlier today when you were in my room?”

“Y/n lis-I-I-I’m sorry, I-“

“No.” You interrupted calmly, noting how Kurt looked like a terrified child being scolded. “Answer me. Did you steal those from my bedroom today?” You waited impatiently.

Kurt nodded, tears finally spilling as he rubbed the back of his hand miserably against his pink cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He choked out the last word, whimpering to himself as he desperately tried to cover his lap with his arms.

“Don’t.” You held out your hand. Kurt stopped trying to spill out apologies, instead, looking at you in shock as he realised what your order meant, when you took his wrist by his wet sleeve, and lifted his arms up, exposing his completely naked lower half, and his cock that was still somehow completely erect. Maybe it hadn’t gone down because of your presence.

You tutted loudly, making Kurt bash his eyelashes down in shame, they were sparkling with his tears. “You were really that desperate for me huh?”

Kurt couldn’t look at you, or his crotch, he stared to the side, making sure to avoid your sullied panties. “Well- I-“

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You snapped. Kurt’s head whipped up, immediately following your orders. He sniffed as he sucked in his lips, tasting the salty tears that had fallen onto there.

“You must really want me badly huh? Kurt?”

Kurt wanted to look away again, but he didn’t dare, nodding flushed as he stared right into your eyes.

“I bet I turn you on so much.” This time you didn’t need to wait as long. Kurt nodded, but he looked totally ashamed. The pitiful look he was giving you was actually going to wreck you.

You moved slightly closer to his unmade bed, his eyes following you the entire time. “I bet you’re a real dirty slut, huh Kurtie?”

“N-no.” He looked at you puzzled, almost offended, until he yelped, as you sat yourself down on his naked legs, just at the end of his knees though, not near the area desperate for attention. “Don’t lie to me.” You told him bitterly, shuffling yourself a little on your knees, especially since he was too afraid to hold you in place. “You’ve gotta be. The way you’re stealing women’s panties and jerking yourself off with them pathetically, alone in your room, like a pervert.”

Kurt turned red, but instinctively moved his eyes away from you again, shrugging into shoulder, more tears spilt from the movement. “I can’t be.” He mumbled.

You would’ve leant back if you wouldn’t have fallen off his knees. Now you understood. “You’re a virgin?”

Kurt nodded into himself, hiding behind his greasy hair, looking like he wanted a black hole to open up and swallow him right now. He was still crying.

You didn’t think about the way it made your stomach flip in excitement even more. “Do you not wanna be anymore?”

Kurt’s eyes shot to you now. Straightening up a little purely in shock, trying to wriggle around under your weight. “W-I-what?”

“It’s a yes or no question.” You furrowed your brows at him when speaking, but quickly afterwards your eyes went back to that kind, normal look Kurt was used to, letting him know this was really you right now, and you were still his friend. “You can say no if you want to Kurt.”

At finally understanding what was happening Kurt’s eyes flew open “No!! I mean!!! Wait! I mean n-no, d-d-don’t leave... me. Please.” He thrusted his hips up pathetically, he didn’t even mean to. “I want to.”

You smirked at him, lightly still, looking down to his hardness, where his pre had long since dripped a long slow line down the underside of his cock. “Oh really?”

Kurt nodded enthusiastically, you’d only seen him this excited before about viewing numbers. “I really wanna-!”

At this you smiled, finally giving Kurt something, as you leant your hand against his chest, following Kurt’s eyes down to it and you could tell by the way he lips popped open for a breath he’d been imagining even that touch for the longest time. You slid your hand under his shirt, finding some surprising chest hair at the top, but noting the way Kurt hissed through his teeth in pleasure as your hand rubbed past his nipple to get there. So of course, you ran your hand back down, smiling at the little noises he made “ah- ah!”

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, drinking in the way he scrambled to do as you asked, messily managing to take his shirt off, throwing it to the side of his room with no care. You kept your hand on his chest, grazing past his nipple with your thumb just once. Kurt whined needily.

“Are your nipples sensitive?” You asked curiously, wanting to get some genuine information out of him as you worked on your task. Kurt just whimpered. “I think I’m a-all sensitive, all the places.”

You nodded at this, it seem to fit what you knew about Kurt. He quickly spoke up again. “No one’s- no one’s really touched me, like, at all, in years. Like I don’t mean t-touching me like that, I mean-“

“At all?” You finished. He nodded. You bit your lip, feeling sad for him, when his eyes met yours.

“Until you.”

You smiled, rubbing up his pec but leaving his nipple for now.

“You’re the first person who’d hugged me in... ages, years.”

Kurt’s hand went up to reach your cheek but you grabbed his wrist in your own, taking his other and restraining them both against his collarbone, so his knuckles were pressing into his chin. “I thought I was in charge?” You asked daringly, and Kurt seemed to know his place, eagerly nodding under your gaze. “Yes m-mistress.”

Mistress. You didn’t mind the sound of that. “Good boy.” You gave one quick praise, noting the way he whined under you. You let one hand go, restraining him with just the left, as your right went back to flick agaisnt his nipple, not missing the way his hips shifted into the covers.

“Did you cum yet?” You asked, rubbing your hand down to his happy trail, drinking in the sound of his gulps “Before I got here?”

“No.” Kurt answered smally.

“Good.” You leant in close to his ear, nibbling his lobe for just a few seconds, careful to keep your lips away as you’d use them later. Kurt was soundless at this, but the fact he’d touched you for the first time, putting the pads of his fingers needily against your stomach as he reached out for you, told you how amazing that must’ve felt to him. And as you looked up, you saw the sound practically stuck in his throat, his eyes squinted and rolled back.

You didn’t lift your shirt off all the way, but you raised the material a little so Kurt could have his hand under your top, just gently resting to the right of your stomach, where you realised he felt most happy right now, just being able to touch you, feel you there with him, hold you.

You were still on the edge of his knees, shifting to the side only for a second to grab your stolen panties, the tiniest of wet spots marking one of the bleach stains in them, and you smirked to yourself as you toyed them in your fingers, mainly from the way Kurt looked at you from your peripheral.

His mouth was hung open dumbly, eyes hooded, until you put your panties right in his face. “You like sniffing women’s underwear huh? Like a dirty stalker?” Kurt sniffed in a teary way and you could tell the tears were just being held back, but he drank in the smell, eyes closed as he breathed in, rubbing his face against the cloth comfortingly like a blanket. “Only yours.”

You ripped his comforter out of his face, making him look at you and take in what he was admitting to. “You’re a really bad boy Kurt.” You hadn’t expected that to make the floodgates burst again, his face scrunching up before he began to cry properly now, but you could tell he absolutely lapped it up at the same time. “Stealing my used panties just to spill your tiny load into. How pathetic can you get?” He cried more, shaking his hair out his face as his fingers rubbed up and down the small section of your stomach daintily, innocently. “I bet you’d cum just from one touch of my hand on your dick.”

Kurt whimpered harder, hips gyrating into the bed, “P-please y/n... n-n-need you...” he begged needily, fingers itching at your stomach now, knees almost buckling under you.

You leant in closer to his face. “I don’t know if a dirty boy like you deserves to cum under me.”

He moaned harder.

“I’ll have to see if I want to use you or not, now I can’t touch myself through those panties anymore.”

Kurt whimpered, licking up his tears, his ass shifted more into the bed, he couldn’t stay still.

“Now you’ve dirtied them I can’t even touch them.” You scoffed. “But I guess I should touch you?” You asked sarcastically, but Kurt couldn’t answer, he was so under your spell.

With that you leaned forward and finally pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t a deep make out session in the slightest. But you slotted your warm lips in with his, noting how wet his mouth was. He breathed out hot needy pants into your own, once he remembered to breathe after you were initially just moving your lips against his. You slid your lower lip under his upper one in the short kiss when you felt something damp flop against you.

When you pulled back Kurt was full on sobbing, and you looked down to see his load all over his legs and stomach, and some on your jeans as well. His dick, while still somewhat half hard, had fallen back between both of your laps, and you looked up at him stunned. Both his hands were still on your torso, having not moved.

“I-I-“ he breathed in shakily “I’m sorry!” He sobbed, and you looked at him genuinely surprised. “I-! I didn’t mean to!” Kurt wailed hard, hiccuping on his breaths. You didn’t mean to either, not to make him cum yet, and he seemed to have found it just as unexpected as you.

He’d cum just from you kissing.

He was bawling pathetically by this point, and he was an ugly crier, snot dripped out his nose and his eyes were red, lips puffy and swollen, as he shook out more cries. You noticed his dick was still half hard though.

“It’s okay.” You finally said, a smile painting itself on your lips. “It’s alright Kurtie.” You stood up and Kurt’s hand trailed from your stomach, still reaching out as you left, looking up at you desperately, but you kept smiling at him, going over to his desk where a box of tissues was, and wiping at his nose first. You gave him the tissue once you’d dabbed a little, “Blow” you encouraged, watching him clean up his face even as he still sobbed quietly some, only stopping as he noticed you’d gone straight from handing him a tissue, to cleaning up the mess he’d left on your, and then his leg. He’d stopped crying completely by the time he watched you gently move a new tissue down his stomach, cleaning him off. You left his dick as it was though.

Even as he was crying it’d only gotten fully erect again, he probably liked some if not all of this.

“It’s perfectly okay beautiful boy.” You praised and reassured him, gently leading a hand to his cheek as he’d so wanted before. And he gratefully took it, burying his cheek into your palm with a soft moan, relaxing more, which meant his hips had started thrusting into the air again, as you gently stroked his soft skin. “I think it’s hot you came without being touched. Just by me kissing you.”

His moan was less soft this time. His hand finding purchase on your stomach yet again, but this time gaining a little more confidence, his thumb and forefinger needily pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t worry” you got him to look at you with that, and he licked his salty lips with anticipation “we can still have fun.”

With that, you shoved his chest down, making him lie flat on his back as you crawled closer, smirking. “Think I can kiss you again without creaming yourself Kunkle?”

Kurt licked his lips for a different reason this time, nodding fervently as you kissed him again. He was sloppy, very over eager, you weren’t actually sure if he’d ever kissed someone before, but it was cute. He jammed his tongue down your throat, moaning loudly as he excitedly tried to explore your mouth. It even went outwards a little, licking at your chin as he tried to touch you with his mouth as much as he could. You settled him a little by sucking on his tongue, making him slow down, even as you could feel your cheeks getting wet from how big he was trying to make the kiss.

You pulled back, a trail of spit connecting your two lips that was definitely mostly from him, as you felt his hand tugging more desperately at your shirt. “Pl-please can you take it off?” He whined.

You grasped his chin at that point, wet but not as much as yours, moving your fingers up to smush his cheeks together. “Are you forgetting who’s in charge?” You asked demeaningly.

Kurt shook his head fast, still trying to keep in your grip, lest you get more upset.

You leant closer, repaying him a little and you licked a long luxurious stripe up his face, flicking your tongue off as it reached his hairline. Kurt nearly melted into the mattress right there. “You can try and beg for it, it might help.” You whispered into his ear, feeling his hands immediately grasp for yours, even his legs tried to hold onto you, but you slapped his knee and he put them back down again.

“Please.” He groaned, finding it hard to swallow. “Please... please mistress.” He ran a hand up and down your waist. “Please. Please please please I-. I need to see you. I need you. Please. I wanna touch. Oh please. Let me I’ll be so good!” He begged, trying to lean his head up so you could see him nod even a few centimetres closer, his lips were puffy and wet, and you didn’t think he even realised he was pouting at you.

You ran your thumb down his lips, noticing how his eyes tried to follow, and how his mouth was so hot to the touch. You leaned down again, only pecking. Kurt tried to hold back a whine of displeasure, until you started kissing all over his face, pecking wherever you could, and hearing Kurt sigh so relaxedly into your ear pooled warmth in your stomach.

You moved so you were sitting in Kurt’s lap, just not close enough for him to be able to rut himself into you, but still perched comfortably. Once you’d done that you stopped touching him, only to use both your arms to take your top off, still wearing a bra and trousers on top of his naked form.

Even though your chest was still partly covered, Kurt looked up at you like he worshipped you, and it did wonders for your ego. You started stroking his arms, happy when he lifted his arms above his head and crossed his wrists over each other having not needed to be asked, letting you move him without hesitation.

You pressed a kiss to his right nipple, and he almost arched himself into your chest with how far he rose. “Good boy.” You soothed quietly, rubbing the middle of his chest till he sat back down, whining as he watched, needing to know what you’d do next.

You grabbed his wrists from where he’d put them for you, keeping his hands there while you went to explore his chest. It had a bit more hair than you’d expected but not a mess of it, and his skin was adorned with freckles and moles across it. Leaving only one hand against his wrists, You took your free one and played your fingers against each marking “Your freckles are cute Kurtie.” You kept your eyes on his torso as you spoke, feeling his gaze watching over you. He seemed to not know how to respond to this praise, but soon you were leaning your face close, and you wrapped your lips around his left nipple.

“Aah!” He gasped before seeming to quickly hush himself. You felt his hands twitch as if he wanted to cover his mouth, but he dared not move under your touch, especially as you started to suck on him.

Whiny, breathy pants left his mouth as you flicked your tongue against his small nub, suckling on it as you finally made eye contact, swirling your tongue around his nipple as you continued sucking. You pulled off with a went pant after a while, letting some saliva stick to his skin, making a bit of a show for your poor boy.

“Please.” Kurt begged, knowing the rules now. “Please the other one mistress.”

“What do you want me to do to the other one Kurt?” You teased, enjoying the small cry he let out “You have to tell me what you want if you want it good boy.”

“P-please tou-s-suck on my other nipple.”

You smirked.

“Please mistress. I-I wa-I need it so badly.” He started wriggling again, it almost annoyed you, but he kept his wrists deadly still for you. “Please I need your mouth on my chest-on me, I need it, please I’m-I’ll be so good. I’ll be your good boy just for you y/n.”

That did it for you. Your hands reached to your jeans, leaning down to peck his other nipple quickly, smiling widely as that seemingly let out an even bigger moan that earlier with less contact. He must’ve been really riled up.

He tried to move his hands to cover up his sounds this time, ears alert to the noise of your belt unbuckling. His dick twitched at the metal sound. But it also fired his mind up in a different direction.

“M-My mommmmm might hear.” He voiced his concerns lowly, trying to whisper but his voice was too shaky to be that quiet. Kurt’s eyes flicked to the closed door and his tongue wet at his lips, watching it in horror as his heartbeat started to become audible, looking down at you hoping for an answer.

You rolled your eyes just so he could see, leaning away from your zip for a moment and to the side, Kurt’s heart only got faster at your sharp tone of voice. “Well then you better be quiet.” You stuffed your panties from earlier into his mouth, making sure he could still breathe, but you already knew he could as he groaned around them, the sound slightly muffled but his eyes fell back into his head and he relaxed further into the mattress. You licked a stripe up his left nipple before continuing to undress your pants. Now Kurt looked back up.

“Unless you want your mommy to find out what a bad boy you really are?” Kurt whined almost silently at that, his boyish face looking deep into yours as he shook his head, eyes dark, wide and pleading. He went to take your hand but before he could you finally gave one long stroke to his cock, Kurt crying out in surprise against your underwear, eyes squinting hard.

“You wouldn’t want her to know your dirty little secret, right?” You asked, finishing off your slow stroke before placing your hand back on his knee.

Kurt’s chest rose and fell hard, he had to take a few breaths to calm himself down, before he could reach for your hand again. His own was shaking, tenderly placing your fingertips to the material of your underwear in his mouth. Understanding, you took it out for a second, to let him say what he needed.

“I-“ he panted “I’m a good boy.”

You liked the confidence as he spoke that sentence. And you enjoyed the fact he’d asked your permission to remove the cloth and speak, rather than taking it out himself. You rewarded him with a kiss, a short but tender, loving one, before gently placing the material back inside his lips. “I know you are. You’ve been very good for me so far, haven’t you?” You asked, stroking affectionately against his cheek.

Kurt was dying, nodding affirmatively, eyes pooling warm in yours, sighing as you calmly stroked his cheek, compared to how he felt when you stroked further south.

“And you’re gonna be a good boy for the rest of the night? Aren’t you kurt?” With this you held a little harsher on his chin, but your other hand stroked lazily through his brown locks. He nodded once again.

“Good.” With that you reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, not looking at Kurt yet but making a small show, cracking your neck as you flung it onto Kurt’s door handle, smiling. “Now that feels better.”

Kurt’s hands were firm in your lap where they’d been placed before, you could feel them clenching and unclenching into his palm on your skin. You dug your nails just slightly into the back of his hand, watching him wince but not doing it hard enough to properly hurt him. “No touching.”

His expression dropped forlornly.

“Not unless I say. Got it?”

Nodding once again, you tapped Kurt’s head in what he understood was a slight affectionate gesture, or a pat well done.

He sat eagerly under your lap, just watching you. Waiting for your next move, or for you to tell him what to do. He was entranced.

Finally, you moved further up, only wearing your panties, Kurt totally naked, and you hovered over his crotch.

Kurt could practically feel your warmth, and he was dying for your touch, drool soaking your panties in his mouth.

Slowly you lowered onto him, pressing your clothed cunt against his erection, and Kurt screamed into your underwear as he felt a spot of warm heat from your pussy, just sitting on his dick.

You ran your hand up his chest, gripping his skin but Kurt didn’t seem to care, especially when you started dragging your wet panties up and down his dick, slowly grinding on him.

Kurt wanted to grab your hips. He wanted to dig his claws into your skin and hump himself senseless into your warm covered cunt until you’d completely soaked through your panties and his cock was leaking all over your ruined pussy, having another one of your clothes stained with him, before burying his cock deep inside your sultry walls. But he had to be a good boy. And he cried into his gag, teeth bearing into it as you slowly tortured him.

He was good.

For you, he was good.

“Mmm, even though I’d love to hover myself above you in a different position...” you lifted yourself slightly off him, noting the way water pooled from Kurt’s lips at that mention, even with the gag. “I think-“ you brought his hand close, taking his finger for him and placing it on your clit. Even with the layer in between, the feeling was insane. You rubbed his hand on it, and you could tell Kurt knew what was going on by the way his hips thrusted under you, trying and occasionally successfully rubbing himself against your skin. “I think I’m a bit too worked up for that.”

You just had to play with his finger more. Your panties were soaked now, making it easy for you to glide Kurt’s finger along your swollen clit, panting a little at the pleasant sensation, starting to just grind yourself into his hand. That was until Kurt’s finger started to move on its own. He circled your clit with pressure, mimicking what he’d seen in porns, although he only knew where to touch because you’d placed him there. His finger toyed with your clit, and it sent tiny electric sparks into your lower belly every time he touched it, even though he was only going at an even pace, it made your whole body tingle with the sensation. “Jesus I need to fuck you.”

You removed his hand only to place it on your thigh, as you started pulling your underwear down, Kurt tried to help you as best he could now he was sat up, addicted to the way a long string of glistening wet clung to the underside of your panties, as you pulled it away from your cunt. It eventually snapped at your knees and fell against your thigh, and Kurt wished nothing more than to lick it off you.

Seeing exactly where Kurt was mesmerised and too horny to not be touched right now, you took his hand with the one that wasn’t trying to get rid of your underwear, and lead it near your thigh. “Taste it.” You encouraged, finally pulling your panties out his mouth and throwing them on the floor.

And Kurt happily accepted that offer. Drool coating his entire mouth, he took his middle and index finger and swiped them up your thigh, collecting your juices but be being careful not to touch where he was not allowed, just grateful he was allowed even this from you. He never expected any of this. Not with him. He took his two digits and stared at them curiously. Separating them a little, he enjoyed the way strings stuck together between the space, before dripping down his fingers even more.

Curiously, and very eager, he popped them into his mouth, moaning around the taste of them. It was you. It was you he was tasting. He licked and slurped at his fingers, getting in between and sucking off as much as he could, dick pulsing with need, tongue feeling like it was on fire. He needed more. He was addicted to the taste of you. If he liked you a little too much before, he was obsessed now, there was no way out of it. Kurt wanted to drink you up like he hadn’t had water in weeks. He needed to drink from you. He needed more of you, he needed all of you. He wanted you inside him. But as well as that, as he watched you finally free yourself from your panties, landing then on top of your stolen ones, Kurt needed himself inside of you.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” You asked properly, looking into Kurt’s eyes without any touch, just making sure before the two of you went any further. But Kurt’s eyes looked to your own with a fire in them you’d never seen before, it still didn’t stop him stuttering out his answer of “f-y-fuck yeah.”

You smirked, a breath of a giggle escaping your lips at his response, before your hand was running up his chest again, coaxing him onto his back one more, as you took his dick firmly in your grasp.

As expected Kurt groaned once again, deciding upon using his arm to muffle his moans now his hands were freed, but still not wanting anyone to hear, even though he felt like he was going crazy as your hand lingered on his hard dick, slowly dragging him towards your dripping pussy.

You sighed a little as you toyed with the head of his dick up and down your wet folds, coating his red tip with your juices to make sure he was lubriacted enough, groaning a small amount in the back of your throat as you saw how it made Kurt’s upper body toss and turn, like you were driving him insane, as he tried to keep his legs still so he could finally have you.

Finally, and not without some resistance due to how long it’d been, you started to feel Kurt inside you.

Kurt moaned loudly and you almost thought he would cum again from just this, but you bit your lip as you slowly sank down onto his length. He was quite long but his girth, fuck. “Fuck you’re thick.” You praised him, a gargle coming out of someone’s throat as you finally sank yourself fully down on him, bottoming out.

Kurt panted beneath you, tongue hung on his lower lip as he looked at you in awe. You were still adjusting to his size, looking down at him you decided to treat him for his first time, taking one of his hands and reaching it up to your tit, letting him feel.

Kurt gasped as he was finally given that pleasure, having wanted nothing more than to touch you there since you’d mentioned his virginity, no, truthfully, since you walked into his life. Although he was too scared to tell you that. He tried to stop his eyes from being so heavy, wanting to remember what this felt like. He squeezed the soft flesh gently, moaning as he was happy to just simply cup your breast for now, dick warming in your cunt. “Y-you’re so mmmm-fu-so tight m-mistress.”

You let him speak this time, gently rolling your hips as a test. “Mmmph, all for you Kurtie.”

Kurt whimpered to the sky, his other hand clinging onto your thigh as you gently nudged your hips again. He could feel himself inside you. His fingers played with your nipple but he was too scared to do much with it and hurt or anger you, he allowed himself one roll between his finger and thumb, before going back to to massaging the tit. “Mmm- I wanna-“

“Wanna what Kurt baby?” You asked, slowly beginning a grinding rhythm, it was only once every few seconds so far. “You don’t wanna cum already, do you baby?”

Kurt shook his head at your teasing, deciding to focus on your breast instead as his mouth got hotter. “I wanna- my mouth- the-the taste- to suck-I...” he whimpered at himself this time, seemingly unsure or too stimulated to know how to ask the question.

Luckily, you understood from the way he was eye fucking your chest. “You wanna suck on my tit? My pretty boy?” Kurt’s head bounced at that, eyes eagerly bobbing between yours and your chest, smiling as he thought he’d get what he wanted now, both hands coming up to toy with your breasts.

But you denied him as you gave another, much larger, thrust forward, even bringing him out his trance for a moment with a moan. “Not yet. I’ve gotta fuck you first sweetheart.” You told him.

Kurt’s eyes widened at that. He seemed perfectly okay with that deal. He let one hand go to watch your tits bounce for when you’d use him, the other seemingly couldn’t let go.

“You can pleasure mistress later.”

He didn’t seem able to stop his head from nodding. He was so happy to do anything you asked, and he really really craved this. Not to mention his fantasies of old all brimming at the front of his mind as he wondered what the two of you would do even later.

You kept moving your hips forward, coming to an even pace now as you felt yourself properly relaxing against him, hands resting on his soft thighs which he seemed to moan at, as you started fucking him.

He felt perfect inside you, your clit throbbing with every thrust, begging to be touched, as he moaned in unison with every move you made. You started to circle your hips now, just feeling him hit every spot imaginable inside you and it felt like heaven, both of you panting together even though you’d only just started.

“Mm y/n... so pretty.” Kurt mumbled dazily, you smiled at that but your head was looking up, using his cock to hit that delicious itching spot every time, until you started to lift yourself off him. Just an inch or so, and then you bottomed him out again, the delicious sound of skin slapping skin edging you both on as you thrust his cock partly in and out of you, pounding against your gspot with each fall.

Kurt’s eyes stuck on your tits as they bounced, hands itching, hot, begging to touch, his bitten nails holding dearly onto your thighs but you could barely feel them, it only spurred you on. A fast pace had been met now, wet slapping sounds coming from the both of you as you whined and tugged on his chest, one palm rubbing raw on his nipple where it had landed and Kurt could feel tears in his eyes. When all of a sudden, you stopped moving.

Kurt hadn’t felt anything, you certainly hadn’t come. And now he cried out “No no please... I’ve been such a good boy.” his tone starting to become indignant, “You said I was a good boy!” He whined like he was having a tantrum, not happy that you’d stopped.

“Relax.” You told him, hand soothing up his chest where his areola was starting to look pinker, you didn’t approve of how his eyes looked daringly upon yours. “Remember who’s in charge?” You tried to reassure him, knowing you were just leading up to more pleasure.

You kept still for a few more seconds, before slowly starting to circle your hips again, only a little, as though you were wiggling in place, but you were building up to it.

Kurt huffed out in annoyance, even though you’d started moving again. His eyes left yours, looking sorely to his wall.

Now that you wouldn’t take. You grabbed his cheeks more harshly this time, forcing him to look at you, his brown edgy eyes on yours, slipping into a state of stimulation, then dismal, as you slipped him out of you fully, sitting in his lap now, dick coated in your juices, but the cold emptiness blowing on it, as your own hole throbbed with the sudden loss of contact. Kurt looked at you upset.

“Such a little brat.” You chastised him, letting go of his cheeks as if he was filthy, eyes screwed in discontent upon his form. “I might have to punish you after all.”

Kurt shrunk under you.

“Should i spank you?” You rubbed your hands up the side of his soft ass, eyeing the paler freckled flesh in thought. You squeezed harshly, earning a hiss from him before letting go in under a second, using your hand to then flick his left nipple, earning a hurried gasp for air, before resting them on your legs and sighing tiredly, disappointedly, still with a hint of anger. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum in me after all? Fill me up, lose your virginity fully?” You hummed in thought, eyes raking over your own naked chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum at all.”

Kurt’s mouth opened and closed. Lost for words, finally not acting out. He blinked dumbly, mouth opening again “n-no.”

“Oh, no?” You asked.

“No please!” Kurt shot upwards, still a distance between the two of you. “Please! I’ll be such a good boy now. I will! I’ll do whatever you say, please no!”

You sighed, still not looking at him once, picking at your skin. “I don’t know if I can trust you.” You lolled clearly.

Kurt cried out again, desperate, bringing you closer by his hand on the small of your back, just wanting you to look at him again, he hated it. “Nonono” smally, almost to himself. You noticed him trying to rut into you, maybe stick his dick back inside as he dragged you closer to him, desperate to keep going, even if it was just to please you. But you allowed it, because he was begging like this.

He frantically tried to claim you as close and tight as he could to him, with small murmurings. Leaning his soft hair against your chest, quickly kissing your shoulder, quickly holding your neck, he moved like a madman, frenzied to have your attention back on him.

“I need to worship you. Please.”

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even look at him, but you soaked up his upset moans as he tried to get your attention back to him in any way, kissing you wherever, even on your lips you wouldn’t kiss back, moaning little whimpers and pleas, of your name, nicknames, just begging, he even tried to get your hand back to his chest but you just let it drop, not missing the way he cried out in his throat, nuzzling into your neck, hitting his head into your collarbone repeatedly.

But all the while, you’d been slowly opening yourself up again, he hadn’t even noticed, it was only when you finally sank back down on his dick, with his forehead pressed to yours, that his gasp of pleasure signified that he’d now seen your efforts once more.

He continued to hold onto your back, mumbling little things to himself as he pressed the crook of his nose into the tip of yours, snuggling himself against your face, one hand coming to the back of your head and self-soothingly stroking through your hair.

You returned the favour, thinking at first you were going to pull his hair, but ending up just stroking through it once you’d held him, giving pleasing scratches to his skull. “You’re gonna stay an extra good boy for me, for the rest of the night now. Right?”

Kurt nodded against your face, each nod making him thrust up a little into you at the same time. You couldn’t hide your little gasps of pleasure when he was this close to your face, and he closed his lips against yours to take those sounds. But you pulled back, hand clenched in the hair at the back of his head now, giving him a stern look.

Kurt swallowed. “You’re in charge.”

You smiled pleasantly as you didn’t even have to ask to remind him. You let go of his hair, rubbing softly before placing his back flat down on the mattress again. “No cumming till I say. Got it?”

With tears in his eyes Kurt nodded, rolling his head back as a groan escaped his throat, when you started grinding on top of him again. His hands held onto your thigh and hip to ground himself, letting you fuck him for the first time in his life, and shit if that wasn’t it for him. He wanted this forever. Kurt let out a choked sob of pleasure as you thrust in a particular way that made his mind spin, and his dick throb.

You swore you could have felt the throb inside you, speeding up a little as your placed your hands on his chest, keeping eye contact with Kurt as you rode his cock. And those little pants he made out as he looked straight into your eyes were delicious.

They were slightly hooded but dead set on you, hiding beneath his shifting head of hair and above his parted hot mouth. Your pussy throbbed with need. “Fuck that’s it, my dirty slut.” Your nails grazed up his chest, humping into his cock to relieve some of the pressure that was building. You were so hot inside. “You’re my boy toy aren’t you Kurt?” You asked him with a hand tender in his hair, he moaned your name in response. “You-“ You hissed, fucking into him harder “you’re my cumrag.”

Kurt was fully blissed out by this point, moaning evenly under you and your thrusts. “Hh, uhh, hh” He never took his eyes off you but he swore he could already see stars. His hands hardly felt real gripping onto your flesh. But his cock was burning in your walls, his hips thrusting upwards in the smallest of spasms because he couldn’t help it. He was fully sheathed inside you and he wanted more.

“Do you wanna fill me up?” Warmth was pooling in your stomach, Kurt’s head had fallen to the side of your arm, and his mouth was drooling against your quickened pulse. “Stuff your dirty load in me? Have me walking around with all your cum sitting inside me?”

Kurt was breathing out desperate pants, heart hammering as you spoke more, eyes just devouring you. You felt full of electricity, squeezing against his pulsing cock. “Everyone would know I was yours then. With your cum filling me up, staying with a part of you inside me before you fucked me full again.”

Suddenly, Kurt’s cock spasmed inside of you, hot gushes of cum spurted out and filled you up, seeming to never end. You just rocked it out, squeezing on Kurt more and more as you moved your hips, feeling his warm cum spread inside your walls. Until eventually, somehow, there was nothing left.

You didn’t stop, but you slowed down your movements considerably, panting. Kurt was shattered beneath you, a sheen of sweat clinging to his head and his chest. But then his lip wobbled as he met your eyes deeply, and it looked like he was about to start crying again. “I’m- It- I didn’t...” he had to pant after choking in his words, his hot breath fanning all up your arm that was resting on his shoulder. “It w-was an accident. I-I- ‘m sorry..!”

You knew you’d told him he couldn’t cum unless you said, that’s why it’d been such a surprise when you felt him spilling himself all inside you. He hadn’t even warned you he was close.

But you put your hand to his cheek and stroked warmly, smiling down at him. You let him have it, because A) it was his first ever time, and B) it was very obviously an accident. Even Kurt looked shocked it had happened. Also C) Kurt was just too damned cute. “It’s alright sweetheart. Don’t you worry about it okay? I’m here.” You soothed, letting your fingers stroke just under his hair as your palm cupped his cheek. Kurt whined at that, melting into your soft touch, eyes gentle and loving on you.

You leant down to kiss him, letting his tongue taste you but still not giving him dominance, pulling back just a few seconds after. “But you gotta stay here while I fuck you some more. Okay sweet boy?”

Kurt nodded happily, licking his lips and shimmying as you readied yourself to finish off. You picked up your movements again, steadily at first, but you knew you wouldn’t last long. You gave Kurt more kisses, letting him calm himself down with the taste of your mouth, with your wet warm touch that he wanted to exist in. But eventually you pushed him back as you felt that warmth pooling in your lower stomach.

“P-please y/n-“

“Please what?” You interrupted in a breath, feeling yourself almost at a close as you bounced his dick in and out of you, feeling his girth perfectly hit your walls again and again.

“Please cum. I need you to cum on me.”

You looked down at him yet again, gripping both his shoulders under your hands as you rocked yourself on his cock, your hair a mess under your sweat.

His eyes pleaded, freckled chest rising and falling heavily. “I need you to cum ‘round my dick. I wanna feel you cum on me. Please. I wanna be good for you, make you feel so so so good. I wanna be yours.”

“Fuck Kurt.” You groaned out, the passion of his steady words sounding so real, you felt yourself fluttering around him.

“Please cum y/n. Please I need it- ah!”

Your walls quivered hard against his cock and electricity shocked through you as you finally felt yourself release around him, on top of him. Crying out Kurt’s name as you clung onto his shoulders, desperately humping on his dick as you rode out your high, your insides buzzing and tingling with sensation as Kurt’s dick moved inside you.

After several seconds of just panting on Kurt, with his chest booming right under yours, you finally released your grip of nails on his shoulders, slowly pulling out of him in a way that just made you more euphoric. His twitching cock against your pulsating walls drove you crazy as they spurred each other on, the wet sounds ceasing as you finally completely pulled his length out of you, flopping onto his chest as your cunt squeezed around nothing, feeling aching emptiness and a persisting tingle in your clit. You did your best to ignore it as you rested your cheek against Kurt’s chest. When you felt his hand go to stroke your hair, you were so pleased for the distraction.

Kurt moved your damp locks out of your face, eyes stunned at you. You here with him, how earth shatteringly perfect you were, as he gently stroked through your hair, soothing you. Loving you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling Kurt’s warm hand- were his hands always that big- caressing up and down your shoulder blades.

You leaned your chin up to smile at him, happy to see that same goofy grin staring back down at you after you showed your own. Your hands stroked up and down the middle of his chest gently, and after an initial gasp at the contact you felt through his skin, he seemed to calm down at feeling you actually touch him there, letting you glide your hand from the start of his happy trail, up to the top of his pecs, and down again. He kept his hand rubbing through your muscles on your back. “Wow that was li-ins-crazy. That was so cool.” He finally spoke, eyes dotingly on yours , having to flick his sweaty greasy hair out the way first to do so.

Laughing, you trickled a finger down the line on his chest. “Yeah? Was it good for your first time?” You asked, genuinely happy that he was happy. You pressed a kiss to the middle of his torso.

“Yeah! Are you-I mean-that was. No that was amazing. You were jus-amazing.” His eyes widened a little on that word, rolling you, and you weren’t sure what he was doing with that crazed smile, but moving your arms so that you were under him. He pressed himself flatly on you then, laying his nose against your cheek as his chest beat happily against yours. “Was that-I was-I mean was I alright? Too?”

You squeezed your cheek against his nose with a laugh, tilting so he could see your open mouthed smile, and your heart burst as you saw him wearing one too. It made your press the tip of your nose against his, giving him a nose kiss “You were incredible Kunkle, absolutely nothing to worry about” before a proper one.

Kurt moaned into this kiss, even though it was a lot less intense than the others. You realised it was just a happy noise along with the small wet sounds, and the both of you kept kissing over and over. Whenever either of you pulled back a centimetre you kissed again. Both smiling into your sweet little sentiments.

“And who knew you were packing such a weapon? How’d you keep that hidden for so long?” You whacked his chest lightly, finding it almost strange he was above you now. Especially since you had to playfully hit the very top of his torso, as he’d seemed to smush himself into you completely, like he was afraid you’d somehow run away from this, or maybe just disappear from under him like it hadn’t even been real.

But you didn’t find yourself minding this new possible side of him. Immediately though Kurt’s same self came rushing back as the blood hit his cheeks, blushing hard over you. You kissed him again, happy when he very quickly kissed back, that he was getting the hang of it so quickly. He just shrugged above you, tucking his head into his chin, before deciding to bury it in your shoulder, pressing a small kiss there as he hid. “I dunno.”

Even you could feel the lingering sentence in the air. ‘I guess no one’s ever asked before’, that seemed to be what he was thinking. You managed to free one of your hands trapped beneath Kurt’s intense heat, God he got burning hot, and wrapped it around his neck, gently tracing your fingers up and down, happy when you passed maybe a mole or freckle. “Well I guess I’ll have to be asking- no-“ you stroked gently along the fine hairs on the nape of his neck “pleading, to see more of you, won’t I?” You informed him, happy when his eyes shone at that. God you loved this man.

“Mmhmm!” Kurt responded gleefully against your lips, seemingly his brain not catching up when deciding to either kiss you or speak and doing both instead.

“But first...” You groaned against his lips, managing to get them off when he noticed you talking against them. Meanwhile, you’d noticed that whenever Kurt moved, his growing member pressed into your hip also seemed to throb and rut. Poor Kurt hadn’t even noticed. And your clit still tickled. “I think we need to go for round two.”

Kurt’s eyes grew wide, whining as your hand dug into the sizeable flesh of his ass. And with his body pressing all of yours firmly onto his bedroom mattress, his teeth went to attack your neck with kisses.

#citrussy #Kurt Kunkle/reader #Kurt Kunkle fic #Kurt Kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #spree 2020 #fic

[usedtobecooler]

been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“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 my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

#eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #WIP HELL #i'm begging for help y'all

[tofuxtea]

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄 | 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 + 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — kurt kunkle x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍���𝐍𝐆𝐒 — praise, semi-public (livestream), established relationship, sub!kurt, slight ooc!kurt (not relating to spree plot), dom!reader, handjob

 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — honestly starting out soft with this one. not too intense plus i just really wanted to write sub kurt for a while. kinda short but i am literally a week into college and i’m already on the verge.

“god, kurty, the fans really love you like this.” you purred into your boyfriend’s ear as you adjusted his cell phone angled up on his nightstand. from beyond your concentrated fingers you could see the viewer count rocketing up by the hundreds just moments after the camera’s red light began flashing. shameless comments streamed in like water past a fallen dam, gliding by before you could fully read them.

kurt followed your gaze over his shoulder, unable to process the number of watchers so large it was shortened by a k. “that’s a lot of people.” you could feel the giddy pride radiating off of him. his hands squeezed your naked hips, fingertips slowly grazing down your thighs that straddled his waist.

you hummed softly when you felt the icy rush roll over you, goosebumps prickling your skin as evidence of your pleasure. “you’d better give ‘em a good show, then.” flashing the camera a cocky little eyebrow flicker, you tucked your finger beneath kurt’s chin and lolled his head back onto the pillow. his light brown eyes were forced into yours, a twinkle of passion in his dilated pupils lowering his lids like a movie about to begin before you met his pillowy lips.

you met his tongue with fervor, pulling a low, breathy moan from his throat. the pads of his fingertips nipped at random, dimpling the skin of your waist and hips and the backs of your thighs. you leaned into his warm hands as a silent encouragement. “that’s it, baby.” the heat of your breath against his glossed lips quickened the rise and fall of his chest.

he let you reposition at his neck, greedily sucking deep bruises into his freckled skin. kurt took his lip between his teeth against a whine, head instinctively kicking back to allow you more access. “let em hear you, baby.” teasingly, your hips dropped onto his and you could feel the entirety of him against your clothed cunt. he was hard and sensitive, body writing under the gentle friction you had to offer.

one of his hands found purchase on your waist, grip so rigid it surprised you. the other flew to his mouth, the back of his palm barely muffling the pretty mewls tumbling past his lips. for a moment, he forgot about the thousands of people watching behind their screens at home — all of which who were either getting off to the both of you or living vicariously through one of you. his mind crashed harder than an overheated computer when you licked a stripe up the front of his throat, stopping only to bloom more territorial brands on him.

“fu-fuck,” kurt’s mouth moved faster than his brain and he answered in cracked whimpers, his fingers rushing to thread themselves into your hair at the nape of your neck. “i need to feel you, please.”

you didn’t seem to mind his blazing urgency, lapping at the fresh red blemish you planted just underneath his jaw. the vibration of your thoughtful hum against his skin didn’t ease his frenzied mind. “you’re so pretty when you beg like that.” kurt eyed you pleadingly when you came up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. keeping his focus, you moved yourself down his front, making sure to trail gentle kisses down his soft freckled skin. kurt’s eyebrows tented with pleasure and a hint of shyness as you did, hardly able to contain whines in between shallow pants.

you ran the flat of your palm over the outline of him and grinned when the muscles in his thighs tensed. “pleas—please!” kurt’s cries were no different than that of a dog begging to be thrown a bone, chanting the word like a prayer. you offered some gratification, shucking his boxers down his legs and wrapping lithe fingers around the girth of him. kurt’s stomach caved as he sucked a sharp breath in against gritted teeth.

you started at his head, generously coating your fingers and palm with the thick bead of precum that had gathered before sliding your fist down to the base. kurt’s hand ran through his disheveled brown hair, letting his hips gently raise into your hand with an open-mouthed groan.

the restraint you tried to hard to keep up was steadily breaking at the sight of his blissed out expression. had it not been for the rolling camera and the so far held up promise of giving the viewers a worthwhile show, you would have made him cum ages ago. you stole a glance at the screen, a reflection of the scene you were in the middle of, and saw the mass blur of comments along with the unfathomable viewer count and you held firm.

you continued to work your fist around him, slowly picking up your pace to get more noises from kurt. it worked, his voice going impossibly higher and whinier with each moan that slipped. you could tell he was embarrassed at his own sensitivity, desperately trying to shield his fuming cheeks from the camera’s view. it made your stomach into a fuzzy mess.

“let ‘em see you, kurt.” you coaxed, pressing the flat of your free hand down into his shifting hip to press him onto the bed. “c’mon, baby, you’re doing so good.” slowly he succumbed, allowing his arms to lower to his sides. he spared the camera a shy glance but didn’t register a single comment when you dragged your slick palm up and down his length, a wave of pleasure rippling through his body.

“don’t stop, please.” kurt couldn’t have sounded more pathetic than he did then, his voice cracking like a teenager’s. he unraveled so perfectly in your hand and you knew he was getting closer by the way his hips fought against the push of your palm to rut up into you. his light brown eyes screwed shut and he sunk into the pillow underneath him as the coil in his abdomen began to tighten. you could hear soft whispers of your name in the midst of his pleas, the sound of his broken tone going straight between your legs.

you straddled his hips, allowing him to freely buck up into your fist to match your rhythm, and captured him in a heated kiss. it muffled his cries but you didn’t give a damn, enticing more from him when your tongue slipped past his teeth. kurt accepted it graciously, messily trying to return the same concentrated fervor you had to no avail. his mind was a stupefied puddle trying to focus on everything but unable to focus on anything.

“c’mon, baby, just a little more.” the searing heat to your tone mixed with your unrelenting grip around his cock had him seeing stars within seconds. his jaw went slack and his hand that had crept up the back of your neck firmly held the hair at the base of your neck between his fingers. cum coated the expanse of your knuckles and wrist in thick ropes. “that’s it, so good.” you fisted him through the rest of his high until his breathing has lost its erraticism.

he was able to open his eyes moments later, the gentle glisten returning to his pupils as he found your gaze. he looked worried. “you didn’t…” the ghost of a question hung in the air while he quickly observed the camera beside him. it was still live and the comments were still flying in.

you laughed a sickly sweet yet taunting giggle, to his confusion. “i told you you were gonna give ‘em a show, baby.”

not proofread at ALL i apologize. -rin :]

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kurt spree smut #kurt kunkle x fem reader #kurt spree #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt smut #kurt kunkle #spree smut #spree

[patheticlittlemen]

ALL ABOUT ME

[Kurt Kunkle x female reader]

Chapter 2- Are You Bored Yet?

Words: 2111

Warnings: Little bit NSFW, non-graphic sex scene

A/N: There’s some messaging included so here’s a guide for future reference (your username is doodlesgalore)

(username): Youtube

(username)> instagram

(Name): text

Rick is still sleeping peacefully by the time you wake. You get up and decide to make breakfast, quietly walking into the kitchen. You put in your headphones and start pulling out ingredients to make omelets. Normally you would play a podcast, but you’re caught up on all your favorites. Scrolling through youtube, you see a notification.

KurtsWorld- Trying boba for the first time!

You’re absolutely intrigued. Clicking on the video, you see that it was posted just an hour ago and there were 2 views. After the ads play, you set your phone up and start preparing ingredients.

The video starts with Kurt walking down the street. It’s a bit windy so you have a hard time hearing what he’s saying but luckily he goes into a building and you can hear him.

“So today I’m at the new boba shop that just opened up in Azusa! Join me while I try it for the first time!”

You can’t help but smile. He doesn’t have great camera presence but he sure is excited. You go to the fridge and hear a lot of rustling from the video. After grabbing what you need, you go back to the video and replay what you missed. You hear him repeat the end of the sentence and he puts the camera in his pocket. The video continues like that for about 15 seconds and finally jumps to the next clip.

You’re holding back laughter at this point. Does he have an editor? Does he even know how to edit? The video continues with him zooming in on the menu, then cuts to a shot of him ordering that is angled below his chin. After the cashier takes his order, he looks down at the camera and gives an excited smile.

Oh my god, this is your new favorite person ever. Something about his awkwardness is so endearing. You’re starting to tear up from holding back laughter when Rick leaves the bedroom.

“Hey babe,” he calls from the hallway.

“Hey, honey. I’m making food for us,” you say, turning your phone off and pouring the eggs onto the pan. Rick walks up behind you and plants a kiss on your neck, humming when he sees what you’re making.

“You make the best omelets,” he says, kissing your head as he heads to the bathroom to take a shower.

You finish making the omelets, putting them on plates and bringing them to the table. You sit down to eat and call Rick to the table. For some reason you can’t get Kurt out of your mind. He was just so… silly. In a really cute way.

Rick sits down and starts devouring his food. The way he eats really grosses you out but you just try to ignore it. You take bites of your food, praising yourself for making it so well. By the time you’re halfway done with yours, Rick already washed his plate off and put it in the dishwasher.

“Hey babe,” you say. “Do you know the guy who used to babysit Bobby? Kurt?”

“Ah yeah, Kurt Kunkle,” he scoffs at the name. “Bobby says he’s a fucking weirdo.”

You’re a bit taken aback by the comment.

“Well, I just wanted to say he has a youtube channel. I think it’s really funny.” Rick laughs at that.

“Oh, I’ve seen it. The dude is such a fucking loser, he’s seriously trying so hard to go ‘viral’.” Rick says, using air quotes around the last word.

“I mean he’s just doing something he enjoys. Who cares if he’s good at it?” You try to defend Kurt despite knowing arguing would go nowhere with Rick. He rolls his eyes and walks back to his bedroom. You feel a bit hurt, even though you know it doesn’t have to do with you. You finish the omelet and start the dishwasher, walking to the bedroom.

Rick is on his phone, laughing at whatever is on the screen. He looks up to see you and sets it down.

“Bobby’s coming over. We’re probably gonna be playing video games, so if it’s too loud you can just head out.”

The last sentence really frustrated you. While you did often get overwhelmed with the noise and just left, he made it sound like he was giving you permission to leave. You were too tired to say anything and just started getting ready for the day, already expecting to leave. Rick’s eyes were glued onto you as you took your shirt off, watching you find a bra to put on.

“God you’re so hot,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Normally you love when he does that, but it just feels wrong this time. He starts kissing down your neck and you try to push him away.

“Isn’t Bobby coming over?” you insist.

“It won’t be for a little while, it’s fine,” he says, pulling your hair to the side so he can kiss further down your shoulder. It was really easy to turn you on, which Rick knew and loved. The strange feeling was really nagging at you but you know the horniness won’t go away quickly unless dealt with.

Before you could even respond, Rick gently bit down on your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. He laughed against your neck and turned you around, kissing you deeply. You had started to dissociate every time you had sex with Rick a while ago and never cared to change that. The whole process was so repetitive, you knew exactly what to do and say to make Rick happy and could do it on autopilot.

The whole time you’re going through the familiar motions, Kurt is on your mind. Not in a sexual way, just that you are enamored by him. The only time you’re pulled from your thoughts is when you cum. It never really feels that good but you know how uncomfortable it gets being aroused all day. Luckily Rick finishes not long after and you give him a quick kiss as you go to the bathroom.

The indifference to sex always brings the question of your relationship with Rick to your mind. You know why you don’t leave but it hurts to think about. You met Rick after you moved to Azusa to be closer to family and didn’t know a lot of people. Not many people showed interest in you before so Rick quickly had you wrapped around his finger. Rick isn’t a bad person. You’re just bored of being with him. The only ray of hope recently had been the party where you met Kurt.

Heading back to the bedroom, you see Rick making the bed. You smile at him and kiss his cheek as you head to get dressed. For a moment, the thought of leaving him runs through your mind but you brush it off as you put clothes on and head to the living room, where you hear a knock on the door.

Opening the door, you’re greeted by Bobby. You smile at him politely as he gives a nod of greeting. You step to the side and he makes his way to the bedroom as you shut the door. Already, there is a lot of noise coming from the bedroom. You want to stick it out and stay as long as it is tolerable so you put in your headphones and continue Kurt’s video.

It continues where you left off, with Kurt ordering at the boba shop. There are a few clips of him getting his order and finding a seat outside, where luckily the wind has calmed down. He sets the camera down to face him and it falls a couple of times in the process, once again adding to the thought that he doesn’t know how to edit.

“Alright, I’m not quite sure how this works…” He says, looking at the straw and then the top of the cup. He looks back and forth at them with a confused look on his face.

“Sorry guys, I’ve never done this before. Let me…” His voice trails off as he taps the lid of the boba with the sharp end of the straw. He does it a couple more times, flinching every time it connects. Finally, he manages to puncture the lid and looks so proud of himself. You cheer internally as he brings the straw to his mouth and immediately chokes on a tapioca pearl. You can’t hold it back after that and laugh as he coughs and tries to process what just happened. At the same time, you see Bobby walk out of the bedroom. He scoffs as he passes by.

“Is that Kurt?” He says condescendingly as you pause the video.

“Oh, yeah. I met him at your party last night.”

“He’s fucking crazy. Seems to think we’re best friends just because he babysat me when I was a fucking kid. Swear to god he’s gonna kill someone someday.” Bobby says, genuinely sounding upset.

“Oh.” You say, not knowing how to even respond. “Uh, good to know I guess.”

“Hey, I’m taking the last two Sprites,” Bobby calls from the kitchen.

“That’s fine, I need to go shopping anyway.”

“Sweet,” Bobby says, heading back to the bedroom. You watch him walk away and hit play on the video. Despite everything Rick and Bobby said, you’re still fascinated by Kurt.

After he coughs a bit, Kurt manages to catch his breath and looks at the camera.

“So first impression is to, uh, not…suck that hard.” His eyes flicker to the camera as if he realizes that phrase sounds weird but he doesn’t acknowledge it. He takes another drink and manages to get a good sip without choking. He chews on the boba thoughtfully and raises his eyebrows in approval. He hums before he swallows and speaks again.

“That’s really good. So yeah guys, if you want a good drink, come down to Boba Beast in Azusa.” He gives the camera a thumbs-up and smiles, slightly cocking his head to the side. The video cuts to one more clip of Kurt walking up to a traffic pole, placing on it a yellow sticker of a very crudely drawn planet with a face and “Kurt’s World” written above.

You immediately go to like the video. You decide to leave a comment, trying to think of something to say.

doodlesgalore: Great review, laughed so hard when you choked. I’ll def be going there soon

The frustrated yelling of Rick and Bobby makes you jump. You try to ignore it and decide to check Instagram. You scroll through posts of people you haven’t seen since high school, feeling more pathetic after each happy photo shown on your feed. A notification pops up on your phone from youtube saying that Kurt responded to your comment. You go to click on it but stop after getting an idea. You tap on the search bar on Instagram, looking up “KurtsWorld96”. Your phone takes a minute to load but an account pops up with the same name and the yellow planet as the profile picture. You excitedly click on the account and hit follow.

Scrolling through the feed, you see reposts of clips from his videos and some outdated memes. After clicking on only a few posts, you get a notification that Kurt followed you back. Your heart rate picks up as you decide to message him.

doodlesgalore> Hey Kurt, it’s Y/N from the party last night

doodlesgalore> I saw the video you posted today :)

You swipe out of Instagram and look at the response Kurt gave on youtube.

KurtsWorld96: Awesome! I love giving fans recommendations 😊

You smile at the emoji and see that Kurt responded to your message. Does he have nothing better to do right now? You brush it off as him being dedicated to his online presence and click on his DM.

kurtsworld96> Hey Y/N! Did you like the video??

doodlesgalore> I loved it !! I was the one who left a comment btw

kurtsworld96> Thank you for your support 😌

You close the app and turn off your phone for a second, painfully aware of the increasing noise coming from the bedroom. You roll your eyes while grabbing your shoes and a tote bag, deciding to go to the boba place Kurt mentioned.

Hesitantly walking towards the bedroom, you poke your head in to say goodbye to Rick. He and Bobby are engrossed in their game, yelling at each other and the screen. You assume Rick won’t hear or acknowledge your departure so you just leave without saying anything as the strange feeling from before gnaws at your insides.

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurtsworld96 #spree #spree 2020 #i laughed so hard writing the video

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Industry Plant"

In professional wrestling, there is something known as a "planted fan" or a "plant"---those are people that pose as fans in the audience and are put in the crowd on purpose.

During the late 1990's, a lot of those women in the audience that Triple H would ask to flash their breasts were planted fans.

Some of those Nitro Girls on WCW started off as planted fans, and there have been many professional wrestlers who got their starts as planted fans---such as Kurt Angle, Steve Blackman, Santino Marella, and Beth Phoenix.

There's also the infamous "stunt grannies"--which are elderly women in the audience standing in front row and will try to jeer at a wrestler.

And before you made your World Wrestling Federation debut, you started off as a planted fan.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired in May 1996, the camera filmed a shot of the audience and slowly zoomed in closer towards you standing in the crowd, where you were wearing a Monday Night Raw shirt and your hands holding a sign above your head.

As you held this sign above your head, your mouth grinned and smiled and your body danced and bounced a little bit, bouncing up and down and shaking your hips side to side.

Shawn Michaels was sitting at the commentary table when the camera was zooming in closer to you.

"Look at her!" Shawn gleefully mentioned in the microphone attached to his headphones with a smile on his face. "Isn't she a beaut?!"

He was referring to you as the camera was zooming in closer to you.

Shawn wasn't shown on camera when he brought you up on commentary and asked about your beauty, but he was heard.

The camera then eventually faded away and filmed almost all of the fans in the audience, however the camera was filming these fans above their heads and filming them several inches away from their heads.

Being a planted fan is fun, but was it better for you to begin as a planted fan or make your debut as a valet for Hunter Hearst Helmsley?

Not to mention, even though you love it if Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley or even Brian Pillman were on commentary lusting over you while you were a planted fan, Leif Cassidy was a wrestler during this time you were a planted fan, and Leif's gimmick was probably a 1970's teen idol/heartthrob, considering his name is a mashup of 3 70's teen idols.

Considering Leif Cassidy was completely stuck in the 70's, and a popular genre and term for certain television shows in the late 1970's was "jiggle TV"---television shows that featured women in skimpy outfits (often going braless) bouncing around and their breasts would jiggle, examples being "Charlie's Angels", "Three's Company" and "Wonder Woman" with Lynda Carter---there could've been a shot of you in the audience bouncing around wearing a T-shirt albeit going braless underneath it and Leif could've been on commentary where he leers at you with a grin on his face as the camera zooms in closer to you, where he says he hasn't seen women bounce like that since "Charlie's Angels" and "Three's Company".

Granted, Shawn and Hunter are better looking than Leif, and Leif has bad hair days sometimes.

(I actually want to say this...I typed this jiggle TV fanfic where the fem reader is wearing a replica of a gown the women on "Charlie's Angels" wore and she bounces around in this outfit in front of Leif Cassidy, I had thought of typing a fanfiction where the fem reader is a planted fan in the audience bouncing around and she's going braless under her top and Leif Cassidy is on commentary happily staring at her and making 70's jiggle TV references, but I wasn't sure what to type since the person I wanted fanfic advice for wasn't there to talk with me).

You wish you could've been one of those planted fans that flash their bare breasts at male wrestlers, but in 1996, the World Wrestling Federation was still mostly very family friendly and kid friendly.

#shawn michaels #wwf #1996 #90s

[aj-the-cat]

Hiya! Could I possibly request a Kurt Angle x reader, where the two of them are best friends, and Kurt comforts the reader after a bad match? Thanks a bunch!

This scenario is so cute! Yes of course, I would love to! Please enjoy!

(Sorry it took so long! I've been busy with band rehearsals and pain management in my back and knees)

Gold Medal Comfort

Masterlist

Kurt Angle and GNeutral!Reader

Warnings: None

It was midway through a RAW match, you were in the corner getting beat up by your opponent. Your frustrations with this opponent kept rising as this match got more and more off from the earlier plans noted before the match.

Deciding you had enough, you shoved your opponent off, calling the finish right then and there, not even caring about the audience hearing, and rolled them up in a small package.

The ref counted the three, your music hit, and you immedietly stormed off to Gorilla, not caring to celebrate with fans. Your opponent didn't follow the plans and that made you hot.

As soon as you got through the curtains, Vince stood there, red in the face and demending answers. 'What the hell was that?! You're lucky you weren't maineventing tonight!"

Rather than yelling back at your boss, you held your tongue and just gave him a dirty look. "Check with the rookie. They went off from the plans."

Vince's upper lip twitched and it looked like a vein popped up in his head. "I don't care if it was the rookie or not! You're not appearing next taping!" And with that, he stormed off to his office.

You watched him storm off, and, holding back tears, you made your way to your dressing room, taking in the weight of everything.

When you opened the door, your best friend Kurt Angle was waiting, a worried expression on his face. "I saw the match.." He trailed off when he saw the tears running down your face.

Being the soft man he is, Kurt rushed over to you and held your crying body. He pat your back amd gently rocked you, whispering "Let it out."

Kurt lef you over to the couch and sat down, still rocking and patting your back. He pulled you closer as you continued to cry, soothing you.

After a while your tears let up, and hiccups were the only sound coming out of your mouth. Kurt let go of you and you withdrew from his hold.

"Now, mind telling me what happened out there?" Kurt asked. You looked up at him and nodded, and you told him what had happened that night.

Kurt was very understanding, nodding and squeezing your thight softly. "Oh I've been there, both in the ring and with Vince. It happens to everybody."

You smiled at him. "Thank you, Kurt." You put a hand on his arm, and he pulled you in for a hug. "Anything I can do to help you, I'll be there. Today wasn't the best of days, but it'll be better."

He withdrew and the both of you stood up. "Now, after a shower, how about an ice cream stop? I know a good place by the arena."

You beamed and jumped a little. "I would love that!"

#kurt angle #x reader #fanfiction #wwf #wwe

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 008

HELLO LADIES & GENTLEMAN WELCOME BACK

bro i swear i space out my sentences in each chapter but tumblr be like “SIKE!!” sometimes

i full on named this attitude knowing full well they weren’t really in it anymore 100% but..HEY WHO CARES

by the way thanks for 80 followers already! road to 100 babey!

unsure if I’ll do more survivor series in ch 9 but we’ll see caus idek wth [name] would do. more requests possibly on the way after i wake up again-

BACKSTAGE; 7:17 PM

Today was finally Survivor Series after a rough week for the Alliance. Winning some and losing some, this was the final battle of the brands.

As you held the card for today, you inspected it thoroughly. You were happy you snatched one up so that you didn’t have to search for one on the walls again.

CHRISTIAN V. AL SNOW

TAJIRI V. WILLIAM REGAL

EDGE V. TEST

THE DUDLEY BOYZ (W/STACY KEIBLER) V. HARDY BOYZ

THE ONE YEAR IMMUNITY BATTLE ROYAL

IVORY V. JAZZ V. JACQUELINE V. TRISH V. MIGHTY MOLLY V. LITA

TEAM WWF V. TEAM ALLIANCE: WINNER TAKES ALL MATCH.

Not bad, you’d say. Notably there were a lot of unification matches..

Your attention directed toward the women’s championship match. It answers your question if it was the reason why Stephanie asked if you wanted a title.

You’d much rather wait your turn though. You thought it would only be fair to the other women who’d already been here longer than you. You shrug it off. If you did participate in that match, you were sure you wouldn’t win anyhow.

“Hey, [Name]!” A feminine voice calls out. You look to your right to see Torrie. “I’m shocked I’m seeing you here finally. Sucks that I can barely see you backstage now.” She frowned.

Torrie merely shrugged the thought off though and suddenly winked at you. “On the bright side, you may be seeing me more anyway. I’m gonna be doing a couple of favors..” After she nudged your shoulder suggestively, you gave her a look confusion. “You’ll see me later today I’m sure.”

“Favors...?” You repeat. You didn’t get it until you pieces it together. “Woah, woah. You don’t mean...?”

“Not for real.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “But I’m supposed to be heading to the WWF after this whole thing is over too. I’m sure Stacy is also coming. I think it’s only fair. After all, we are...or were the most popular girls in WCW.”

That was music to your ears. You wouldn’t know what to do without the both of them. At times you would feel more comfortable when they were around. “That’s awesome!” You excitedly say. “I remember when we were in a team. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, it was a while back wasn’t it?” She asks, reminiscing about the times that you two had. It sure as hell was truly fun. After she was done with accompanying Kidman, creative wanted her to do something bold.

It ended up with you two. Despite her debuting a little before you, you two clicked immediately. Just couldn’t stay away from each other.

You two matched outfits from time to time—(This was Torrie’s idea, as she loved wearing latex outfits and the idea)—and helped out in matches you two participated in respectively.

Unfortunately, since the division was slowing down in competitiveness, you two were split and pitted against other opponents in singles.

You both enjoyed it while it lasted though, and was glad your friendship had also lasted into coming here.

“Any guys...or girls—if you’re into that...I don’t judge—you’re interested in?” Torrie asks, nudging you again.

“Torrie. I will straight up bite you.”

“Jeez, so touchy!”

BACKSTAGE; 7:39 PM

This segment backstage was involving you, Debra, Stone Cold, and Kurt Angle seated on a couch.

Last week, you officially signed with the WWF behind cameras. Just to add to that, they wanted to mention it on camera too. The fans would be seeing more of [Name]. You had only peeked into the room earlier to find out that Vince wasn’t there. Debra being the saint she was, motioned for you to sit down. She was adamant about it, at the very least she could have someone who was sane in here.

You couldn’t refuse, so you did indeed sat down. Which is where we are now...

“Wow...!” You eagerly began. “I’m really in the same room as Stone Cold..this is awesome!” Acting as if you were on a sugar high, you continued to rant. “I’m like such a big fan! I’ve been—“

Kurt raised his eyebrow and interrupted you. “Hey, [Name]. Don’t get too happy. He’s not all that. You should be a fan of me. Did you know I won a golden medal...with a broken freakin’ neck?” He tells you.

You look at him in shock. “Oh! I didn’t know!” It was funny, you had nearly forgotten Kurt and Stone Cold were feuding in a peculiar way. Mostly to be Vince’s right hand man. When Kurt spoke up, you had memories about him spraying the whole Alliance with the milk truck.

Ugh. It was traumatic. You didn’t really like the rancid smell of it anyway, but 5 showers later and it was gone..!

The rattlesnake only scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Whatever. [Name], kid, don’t let him tell you who to be a fan of.”

You had a weird spur of determination from his words. He was like a life-coach you needed, but didn’t deserve. “Yes sir.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to say that?”

“Sooorrryyy.”

It went silent for a moment.

.....

Crack.

“What the hell was that?” Stone Cold asks, startled by a sudden noise. He turned his attention to you, holding a can of freshly opened soda. “....Just what are you doing?” The man was still paranoid, despite him dying down his reckless behavior.

The camera switched to you as you awkwardly shifted in your seat. “Sorry.” Now all the attention was on you. “I just...was thirsty.” The others look at you in confusion. You had literally gotten that can out of nowhere..

It got silent again, but then you started to drink, making loud slurping sounds. Who knows if it was by accident?

“[Name].” Stone Cold groaned out.

“...Yeeeees...?”

“Can you drink a little quieter..?” Debra politely finished, and you nod. Resuming your drinking, you sip more quietly.

After that debacle, the door opened and Vince came in, sitting next to Kurt. He seemed to be distressed..

“We’ve got to get along, guys.” He says, mainly referring to Kurt and Stone Cold. “We really do.” Since they both were with the Alliance before, they decided to come back to the WWF to give support and repay their original brand.

“I’d get along better if he left.” Stone Cold shaded, and Kurt looks up in confusion.

“Why me leave?”

“Why not?”

Going back and forth, there was a little knock on the door. In came Torrie. So this was why she said ‘you’ll see me later’. Veeeerrry cool. You notice how slightly fidgety she was.

“Hi!” She waved nervously. Shaking everyone’s hands except yours, she then clapped her own together. She looked at everyone but you. Because of your wicked betrayal, she was angry at you.

But it did not make sense why, as she and Tajiri (who was with WWF) in storyline had a thing going on. Oh well. Hurts your brain to think anymore.

“Mr. McMahon, can we continue our conversation from last time about my contract...?” She innocently asks.

You scowl. Damn, she took the opportunity. You should’ve spoken up earlier. With the way Vince reacted, that’s when you realized what she also meant by favors. Your face then was overcome with a ‘yikes!’ expression.

Once they left the room, Kurt and Stone Cold were arguing again over which one of them drove him away. In reality, it was mostly Torrie’s fault.

Debra looks at you, and the camera moves on to you two with the voices of the men in the background.

“I’m shocked you’re here, [Name].” She admitted, and you gave a small smile.

“Are you? I’m only signing here because the Alliance is a train wreck.” You admit, and the crowd had some buzz about your reveal. “I’m sure everyone saw what happened back at Invasion. I can only be grateful if you guys end up taking me in.”

The woman gave you a warm smile and patted your shoulder. “Well, you’re always welcome here. I’m sure no one minds.” Debra seemed to keep her cool despite the bickering from the others. You wish you could be as light-headed and calm as her. She then lowers her voice to above a whisper. “You didn’t hear it from me, but I’m sure Stone Cold is willing to mentor you. Don’t you remember when we first ran into you?”

Staying in character, you get overwhelmed with joy again. You were truly excited in general, but had to play it up for the camera. “Really?!” Only cause you were a face now, you had to be happier and cunning.

She nodded, winking at you and making a motion with her fingers. “Just a tiny bit, girlie.” She teases.

BACKSTAGE; 7:49 PM

At least this backstage wasn’t as huge as the other ones. You actually knew where you were going for once.

You’ve been thinking lately about the ideas you had before. You wanted to feud with certain woman, and you wanted to work with others. You didn’t mind at all, as you wanted to have some type of Extreme Rules match with Lita, some feud with Trish, hell, you didn’t even mind working with Jazz. As long as you had fun with it you’d absolutely love it. You even didn’t mind working with the men, but you’d just have to play the cards you were dealt with for now. Your storyline wouldn’t even become official until after Survivor Series.

That comment Jericho made about you and your crates hurt your feelings. You opted to just walk around for now, see if there was anyone else wandering. The match that you were interested in at first was Dudleys vs the Hardys. You thought that it was an interesting match to see, especially since Stacy is this ‘Dutchess of Dudleyville’ mess.

You were bored as the hallways ended up being pretty empty besides the occasional crew. Your eyes looked up to see Trish passing by you holding the women’s championship. You stop her in her tracks.

“Hey! You won! Congratulations.” You congratulate her and she gave you a bright smile.

“Thank you!” She lightly taps the center of the belt with her nail smugly. “This bad boy’s coming home with me tonight.”

“Must be nice.” You say, but then pause. “Can I hold it?”

Trish slowly nodded and handed it over to you. It sure would feel nice to have it. You handed it back to her quickly though because you felt if you held it any longer, you’d take it for yourself.

“Good job.” You gave a thumbs up.

Yeah, you sure as hell want that title. Down the road, you’d love to have it. You almost changed your opinion about it earlier.

You had saw Edge down the hall pacing around and literally jumped up at the chance to speak to him. Excusing yourself from Trish and congratulating her once more, you hurried up before he was out of your sight.

....

“So..you aren’t excited for your match?” You ask once more.

Standing across from you, Edge shook his head.

“It’s a lot of stress.” He admitted. “On the bright side, if I win that match and become a unified champion, I’ll keep my job. Otherwise, I’m outta here.”

“Damn.” You mutter. “Tough...” You hoped he won because he was a good wrestler and deserved to be here.

“Not only that. You know that Christian kinda..turned his back on me last time. Freaky situation.”

“Oh yeaaah!” You remember now. You never knew that’d happen. So much for managing the team.. “I recall seeing that. He’s got a belt on him too. Wasn’t on a televised match though..”

“Yup. [Name], I’d love to chat more but unfortunately, I’ve got a job to keep.” He rolled his eyes, and you pat his shoulder reassuringly.

“You’ll do fineeee.” You drawl out. “I’m sure you’ll win.”

BACKSTAGE; 8:30 PM

Later on, you were scheduled to do an impromptu promo regarding yourself. It was special to you because creative had completely come up with this idea in order to give you some depth early on. Your set idea wasn’t officialy done yet, but it was in the works. They wanted to test it to see if it’d work out. If it didn’t really take off, they’d drop it.

You would be getting your very own interview show. It would come in the middle of every SmackDown, as that’s what you were assigned to. You had to think up of a name, something cool and unique. Creative also told you to mostly indirectly mention it, but call out a few people.

You were seated in a chair and the background was a dark blue. As they send you a cue to continue, you gave a smile. You were currently shown on the titantron to the crowd and the audience at home. “Hi. I’m [Name], but you must already know.” You introduce yourself.

“I’ve been thinking lately and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll definitely have to teach some people here some manners.” You say, crossing your legs. “You’re nothing but a classless, cheap, expendable woman. I think you know who you are.”

Even though it was all kayfabe, you couldn’t help but to feel guilty over your words. You didn’t mean any of that at all..

To be specific, you were talking about Torrie. Since she did ignored you earlier, you decided to call her out. It’s probably what the people would’ve wanted anyway. Guess people love a good cat fight or whatever.

You didn’t say her name exactly as you let people speculate as to who it was. “But..let me not get ahead of myself here.” You give a simper. “I just want you to all be sure to tune in next time. There’s something special coming to SmackDown. Are you ready? I sure am.”

Leaving everyone with questions, you give a little cute wave as the camera fades away to black.

#wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe preferences #wwe x reader #wwe various x reader #torrie wilson x reader #stone cold steve austin imagine #trish stratus x reader #lita imagine #wwe edge imagine #kurt angle imagine #had a dream about this actually #so some scenes r inspired off that #wwe attitude series #so sleepy its 6 am

[amyhen-15]

He’s a phantom.

So I’m currently watching Danny phantom and Mr Lancer came on screen. I thought he looked familiar for some reason.

#amysbanter #baron corbin imagine #baron corbin smut #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe superstars #summerslam #danny phantom #old nickelodeon #nickelodeon #kurt angle #baron corbin new hair #hes a phantom

[judgementdaysunshine]

Sweet pea

Pairing: Bradshaw x Fem reader

Description: You go to the APA for protection leading to an unexpected romance

You run down the hall away after getting away from Kurt Angle who had been harassing you for the past two and a half months. At first you thought he had needed you for something then that he liked you more than you knew of but now you were afraid of what would happen when you'd see him next to your locker room leading to you now hiding in a spare locker room for the next fifteen minutes before walking down the hall stopping when you see the door to the APA's "office" as it was called standing in front of it before knocking on it not expecting for one of them to open the door as you were knocking with Ron standing in front of you yelping when kurt and Steph yell for you "I need protection from him please help me" the next thing you knew was Bradshaw pulling you in the room as the duo walk around the corner staying quiet as ron looks out to see them walk by before you were sitting at the table explaining everything sipping on beer even though you didn't drink a lot looking at the time realizing your match would be next going to your locker room with the two following behind. You stand in the ring with kurt in front of you feeling your skin crawl before a smile grows on your face "But I do have protection" fans cheer and everyone else in the ring turn with wide eyes as the apa's theme plays throughout the arena spearing steph through the ropes while the boys dealt with kurt and Hunter waving at the boys and flipping them off as you drag steph in the ring whistling at bradshaw who gladly powerbombs hunter through the table along with you power bombing steph through the table laughing and smiling for the first time in awhile after and as you watch ron throw kurt on top of them with a dominator, you raise a brow when you find a rose and sunflower in your locker room after your match with Chyna but you smile seeing bradshaw next to your car leading to a nice dinner and breakfast together the next morning in between matches and the boys helping you with kurt and the regime over the next few weeks leading to feelings blooming between you and bradshaw smiling big throughout the next few weeks after finding flowers in your locker room, slowly sharing hotel rooms, different dates while on the road, adding small things to your ring gear to match the apa, and over the next few months slowly telling your close friends starting off with ron followed by Edge, chyna, Mick, Lita, Christian, Trish, and Test. You doze off wrapped in a blanket in your locker room after your handicapped match with trish and lita showering once in your locker room wearing one of bradshaw's shirts and jeans smiling when you see bradshaw above you before he gently pulls you into his lap falling asleep as his hands run through your hair leading you to his car as you walk half asleep and exhausted but a second later edge sees you asleep in his arms while he carried you smiling at the sweet moment knowing how you didn't trust many people but he knew how much you fell for bradshaw over these past five months waking up as he carries you in his house melting when he wraps you in his arms after stripping to his boxers feeling his hands run along your back since you took the shirt and your bra off since the skin to skin contact helped you sleep better since the two of you grew intimate hearing him whisper to you as you fell back asleep "I love you sweet pea".

#bradshaw #wwe x reader #wwe #bradshaw x reader

[collectivecloseness]

Can you write something in honor of Kurt's birthday? I celebrated and had a little party when it hit 12! (None of my friends ended up coming tho :/ )

Happy Birthday to my favourite scrunkly man 💙✌️

Kurt Kunkle x reader

You smiled as you traced your hand softly up and down your boyfriends cheek, leaning up on your elbow as you waited for him to wake up.

This would be Kurts first birthday with you, and you really wanted to make it special. Kurt deserved to feel special, today of all days. You knew that’s something he wanted.

You also knew his parents probably wouldn’t do much on the day. So apart from visiting his mom like she’d called about last night until Kurt promised he was coming, a little sulkily over the phone, to pick up a present, you’d have the whole day with him. You knew she’d gotten him one thing at least. Nothing big, but you were glad she at least seemed to remember it was her sons birthday. You thought even Kris might drop something off, since Kurt said he was doing okay at the moment, with his career and stuff. Mostly, Kurt just wanted to spend the day with you. You were so glad he felt brave enough to just tell you that straight out. Of course, it was what you wanted too!

As Kurt dozed, looking so peaceful and cute like he always did when he was asleep, you couldn’t help but lean forward and start kissing the side of his face. Very lightly, although apparently it was too gentle, because suddenly you had a hand clumsily slapping your face, and Kurt was waking up with a startle.

“Ow.” You simply stated. And Kurt, who now realised there weren’t spiders all over him, and saw you holding your nose, apologised with his raspy morning voice. Eyes closing again, but leaning up slightly to kiss your face better, poorly aimed, but still hitting. He fell back onto his pillow, but his arm reached out for you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer for a cuddle. Since the blankets had been tussled down and he was shirtless, he could do with your warmth too, as his other arm rubbed blearily at his face.

“Kurrrrt?” You sang, not laying down on his chest like he was probably holding you for, instead kissing more at his cheek, properly now he was awake.

“Hmm?” Kurt responded, blinking open his eyes before smacking his lips. Managing to angle his cheek and lean in to your kisses, but still having trouble getting his eyes to stay open.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart!”

Now Kurt could open them. Rolling onto his side to face you, his hand still on your waist, rubbing it. Slowly his face began to crack into a smile. “Aw... thanks baby. You ‘membered?” He asked tiredly, his hand reaching up to caress at your face now, as yours played at the top of his chest.

“Course I did! And how old are you turning today?”

Kurt started to look downtrodden. His smile falling right as his eyes did from your own. His hands gently tugging at the loose strings on your hair while he fiddled. “You don’t know?”

Not very good of you. You shouldn’t be rhetorical and try and confuse Kurt with social cues, today of all days (even though you weren’t actually trying). Especially when he was still so sleepy. You at least wanted him to have one birthday without disappointment.

“Of course I do silly!” You said astonished, cupping both his cheeks in a good hold in your hands, feeling his cheeks raise with a smile before you pulled him in for a quick peck. “I just need you to help keep count, so I can give you a kiss for every year.”

You started plastering him with kisses. At first all over his face, but moving over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. As you grabbed his hands, you started lacing them up his arms too. Kurt was giggling as soon as you began. His voice rasping out the first few giggles nearly silently, until he started to wake up more from the constant affection, and was properly giggling in your hold now. Turning closer to you and grabbing the back of your shirt, he laughed more because you were tickling him with your kisses. Scrunching his face and body up, but fighting himself from leaning away from your onslaught of kisses. He was super ticklish, very sensitive. Which you loved about him.

You pulled back with one loud smack to the butt of his chin, as your eyes shone. “In fact. I think today I should just kiss you all over, every inch. You know, as a birthday treat.” You ‘proposed’, although you knew it wouldn’t take any convincing.

Kurt wriggled even closer to you, if he could, your arms squished into his warm chest as he nodded eagerly, mouth hanging open and eyes droopy, but wild with love, as he looked to your lips, fanatic at this idea. “I- I think you should kiss me for every day how- every day old I am!”

“Awesome idea.” You enthused back, squishing lots of kisses directly on his nose, that Kurt only head butted you for more of. “I promise to kiss you all over, until your legs die.” You swore, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder, while Kurt was currently butting his head into your shoulder like a cat. “Then, when we need to get ‘em working again, we can get up and I can show you the presents I got you!”

Kurt lifts his head up now, eyes winking from being all crinkled, as he smiles sweetly up at you. “Really?”

“Mmhm!” You’re getting excited, ready to tell him all about your agenda, and seeing him glow under the knowledge of the love and effort you’ve put in, just to celebrate Kurt. “We have a lot planned for today!”

Kurt’s smile dimmed a little. It was still there, but the way Kurt slowly moved up, how his hand cupped your cheek, while the other settled on your own, the way his deep brown eyes were peering into yours, he was being more serious now. Kurt’s hand shook your cheek a little, and he moved his face in closer, his heart beating steadily under his chest. “I love you. So much.”

And Kurt meant it. Every single ounce. He loves you more than anything, and anyone, in this whole world. He felt it in his heart, his throat, his stomach, under his skin, even his mind, it was the only thing Kurt was sure of. He was so lucky to have you, and he couldn’t believe you loved him, that you’d want to do all this, for him. Just to make him feel... special. Feel loved.

“I love you too.” You promised. Just as faithful an oath as Kurt had made. And you smiled as Kurt leaned forward, and gave you a proper kiss finally. You laughed at the way he was giggling into your mouth, your hands sunk into his lovely hair that you were going to wash for him, giving him a bath he could relax in later on. Kurt’s own arms were slung affectionately around your neck. His lips kissed against yours, taking you in as he lovingly but sweetly, kissed you with all the genuine heartfelt joy he was feeling right now. That you’d made him feel.

When he eventually pulled away, you let him be cheeky, as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes, and only guffawed at him as he leaned forward to lick a stripe over the corner of your lips. Dabbing it away, but giving him an apology kiss when he playfully awed at you for it.

Kurt braced his hand on your knee, eyes lit up and that energy finally sinking into his body for today. “Bed later. Presents and breakfast now.”

Kurt definitely wanted to cuddle with you, and have you kiss him all over, and get lots of sweet birthday sex, but he was really excited at the prospect of presents. Also, a special breakfast.

“Done deal, birthday boy.” You placed your hand on top of his affirmatively, and you didn’t miss the way he got all excited whenever you mentioned that fact. “I actually have breakfast all planned out.” You stuck your tongue between your teeth excitedly, and you found yourself gasping between laughs as Kurt threw himself on top of your body. Nowhere to escape as your legs became numb, caught under Kurts hips from his sudden attack. And your cheeks hurt from smiling, as Kurt let his hands roam free to spread his love, and he kissed all over you. Very affectionately. with no rhyme, or precision, just lathering on his very energetic love now.

Until finally, minutes later, Kurt eventually calmed down a little. Probably at the prospect of remembering your plans, and he sat up, stroking your back with a pleased hum as he let you breathe.

After you were okay again, you grabbed his hand to help him out of bed, and started dragging him to the front room you’d already decorated last night for Kurt’s birthday, when he’d gone to your room a little earlier.

And for once, Kurt found himself actually excited for his day.

#didn’t rly have a lot of time to do more than a drabble unfortunately #but I do have a v brief wip from last summer abt kurt’s bday so maybe one day that’ll be a full fic! #this took an extra HOUR bc of ONE paragraph I hated and kept changing over and over and over and over #Kurt Kunkle/reader #Kurt Kunkle fluff #1.5k #Kurt Kunkle x reader #Kurt Kunkle drabble #Kurt Kunkle #spree 2020 #kurtsworld96 #Kurt Kunkle blurb #ask #anon #Kurt Kunkle fic

[thefandomqueen2882]

I’d like to thank God and also, Jesus

#Pete dunne #bruiserwheight #kurt angle #enzo amore #cruiserweight division #kalisto #wwe uk #monday night raw #wwe raw #wwe uk champion #Pete dunne x reader #wwe #smackdown #smackdown live #wwe smackdown #wwe cruiserwheight