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so.. hear me out.. you know how kurt says he’s “all about love” on his stream? how about reader is almost as unhinged as he is, showing up to every stream and viewing every video. they understand and worship the lesson. now that he’s all about love reader is too and tries to get him to love them back

- n.e

paparazzi | kurt kunkle

warnings: typical spree stuff, obsessions, hit and runs, makeout sessions

a/n: first kurt request.. i hope i did him justice!! love the idea btw i love when readers are just as cuckoo as him

to call yourself obsessed with kurtsworld96 is a grave understatement. you weren't sure exactly how you discovered such an obscure influencer, it was likely youtube's algorithm being generous, but it was one of the best things to ever happen to you.

every video of his would receive a like from you. every stream would result in you two chatting about anything and everything before it inevitably ends with his mom calling him down for dinner. but that was the extent of your relationship—a fan and content creator.

you're enamoured with the idea of becoming his number one fan, his ride or die, his most loyal follower. every time he greets you on stream your heart soars.

once he began the lesson, however, you became determined to meet him. a real, genuine meeting, and you were going to win him over for good. you worship the lesson, it's not staged prank content like his friend bobby, it's real. it's gritty. and, in your opinion, incredibly attractive.

who cares about the people you left behind to travel all the way to outside LA. kurt is all that matters in your lovesick state.

opening the gogo app, you frantically search for kurt's description. according to his stream, he should be searching for unlucky victims right about now, despite spree being suspended.

you're about to grow frustrated until you see your saviour's profile appear. you couldn't possibly be happier.

immediately requesting a ride, you fish out your handcrafted, shoddily made kurtsworld hat and drop it onto the top of your head. you cannot wait to see the look on his face when he catches you adorning it.

after a few minutes of listening to him ramble to the camera about how he's surprised no passengers have recognized him, you hear him announce that he thinks he has his eyes on the prize—you.

you enter the stolen vehicle with a skip in your step, except this time you find comfort in the passenger seat.

"whoa whoa w—hey, wait, is that a..?" he stammers out, initially apprehensive at your choice of seating but you see him ease up once he notices your headwear.

"yes, kurt, i'm literally your biggest fan," you answer breathlessly, showing off your hat to the camera. "i loved watching you kill all those jerks, but now that you're all about love it's even better, you know? i've been watch—"

you're interrupted by kurt laughing out of pure glee. he's never felt this loved before. "holy shit you guys, we actually ... we have a real fan in the house," he trips over his own words out of unfiltered excitement. he made it. fuck his other tens of thousands of viewers, this person, this angel, is all that matters.

the two of you spend what feels like an eternity chatting, just like old times.

"what's your favourite video i've made?" he asks, and if your vision isn't deceiving you, he's blushing. hard.

"gotta be your horror movie reviews. i liked you before the lesson too. but your water bottle tutorial was really useful too, i know a few people who really need to drink one." you reply instantly, as if you planned out the whole conversation.

in truth, you did rehearse your answers to certain questions, you're infatuated with your plan to impress kurt and win him over. some may call you unhinged, but you're the kind of person who'd do anything for love.

the chat isn't too fond of your friendly behaviour with each other. they're begging for something gory to happen, and honestly, a death at kurt's hand isn't something you'd hate that much.

he listens for their pleas to start driving and places his hands on the wheel. "you want to go to the...construction site, right...?" he asks with a raised brow.

"yeah! i loved the gummy bear part of the stream, i'd love to check the place out myself." a smile graces his features in response to your words. he's still shocked that someone actually likes his content enough to spend time with him.

as you drive down the bumpy road, he pipes up. "so, like, what's your handle? i'll follow you back,"

"we've been mutuals for years, kurt."

"wait, you're—" he repeats your username, the one person other than bobby who continuously tunes into his content. "damn. that's so cool. it was always...neat seeing you pop in,"

you perk up as your face grows warm, "you really think so? it means a lot."

"of... of course i think so. i couldn't have done it without... well, you..."

as he steers, you embrace the boldness kurt gives you and you peck him on the cheek. the skin is flushed beneath your lips, and he nearly crashes at the contact.

"i... oh god, you just.. i really... i really want to.."

"look! some dumbass is crossing the street! hit them, hit them!" you jump out of your seat and point towards a middle aged man, and kurt speeds up.

he's so flustered that he's still registering the kiss, but he complies, hitting the pedestrian with a bone—chilling thump.

his viewers are growing every second, the chat congratulating him for getting some action, while others toss insults at the life you two just ended.

"our first kill," you say as you two lock eyes and he has the giddiest grin on his face.

finally reaching your destination, he opens the driver side door and does a loop around the car to open yours. such a gentleman.

with his clammy hand in yours, you step out.

"sooo, this is the spot where i ran that douchebag over," he points around the area, shuffling his feet. "i can... show you the junkyard with the dogs too, if you want."

you nod enthusiastically, "i'd love to see that."

"great, great. uhh.." as he thinks of what to say next, you approach him. draping your arms around his neck, you press a kiss to his chapped lips. he can't help but groan at your touch, never having kissed anybody like this before.

he instinctively pulls you off.

"i... that was..."

"nice?"

"yeah. nice. do you wanna take this to my...back to my car, or something?" nodding again at his words, you reach for his hand again and stroll to the vehicle with him.

you crawl inside and kurt immediately gets comfortable on top of you, shoving his face into yours. you can tell he's inexperienced when it comes to kissing, but you return the touches, fingers finding refuge in his tufts of hair. his kisses are sloppy but passionate, his longing to be loved presenting itself in each action.

"i've always wanted to..." he mutters as he pulls away for air. "...kiss someone like that. i'm glad it was a fan and not some jerk at one of bobby's parties,"

your heart hammers in your chest as you respond with another breathless kiss. you're actually kissing your idol, and his entire stream is watching. kinda forgot about that.

without warning, a police car skids into the lot, and you and kurt exchange glances of horror.

he rushes to the driver's seat, yelling at you to put on a seatbelt as he preps for blastoff.

he peels out of the area, driving to god knows where.

"well, my little... partner in crime... do you wanna finish what we started somewhere else?"

"of course."

#kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle imagine

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guido mista // birthday gift. ♡ (NSFW)

notes: fem reader tries to surprise mista on his special day, but finds the tables turned on her. voyeurism, scent kink, thighjobs!

Originally, you planned to surprise Mista in a stunning ensemble of newly purchased lingerie for his one and only day, but plans changed fast when you realized just how impatient you areーwhich is how you found yourself spread out on your shared bed, drilling yourself with your soaked fingers. In your free hand resides a well-worn pair of boxers belonging to the man himself, his lingering scent heavy as ever. It almost feels as if he's with you.

And unbeknownst to you, he is. Dinner ended far earlier than expected, and Mista's arrival down the hallway to your bedroom is imminent.

"Mista..." you whimper out, taking a whiff of the fabric, wholly devoting yourself to the feverishly powerful tang of his sweat. You're in a daze as you rub circles on your swollen clit, dreaming that the hand is Mista's hairier, clammier one.

"Yes, amore?" an all too familiar voice calls to you as you hear the door swiftly open and close. "Things ended early, so Iー"

You both freeze.

Before you can hide the undergarments located flush against your face, he pipes up. "...Are those my...?"

Apologies and curses mesh and spill from your lips as you toss the boxers aside, hands covering your face in utter shame. You can't look him in the eye, even as he hesitantly approaches to pry your hands from your visage.

"What you're wearing...is it new?" he completely shrugs off all your pleas for forgiveness as he approaches you, likely because he's guilty of the same thing he caught you for. Just sneakier.

You nod your head sheepishly, red-hot cheeks cupped in his hands. "The surprise is ruined, though...I'm sorry."

"Seriously? You're apologizing? Bambina, this is perfect. Catching my girl finger-fucking herself to my boxers is the only gift I could ever ask for," he removes his hands from your face to rub them up and down your sides, a lopsided smirk plastering itself onto his face when you squirm in his grip. His words cause blood to rush to your cheeks. When he inches closer, you feel something hard press against your thigh and feel like a fool for being so apologetic. He's just as horny as you, it seems.

"You look stunning. I say it everyday, I know, but it's true," he begins, drinking in your scantily clad body, "you really did all this for me?" He promptly unclasps your bra, leaning closer to suck on your delicate nipples, his tongue exploring the area. "Since today's, y'know, my day, can we try something new?" he asks against your skin, and you nod, curious to see what he's so interested in. "Let me fuck your thighs." he purrs into your ear, a statement rather than a request.

The moment you give him the go-ahead, he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down, then scoops you up into his lap so you face him, smirk ever present on his rugged features. His pants are brought down to his thighs, exposing his boxers with a fleck of precum wetting the top. You burrow your head in his neck, grinding down on his lap and causing him to hiss. "Fuck, easy on the teasing," he almost whines, finally springing his dick free from its confinements.

You spread your thighs apart to give him room to fill, and the moment his erection is between them, you lightly press them together and begin to rock your body back and forth. All the while your nose is buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in his overpowering boyish musk after a long day out. The wet friction between your thighs drives both of you mad as he fucks them, lewd breaths filling the otherwise silent room.

"I bet you'd love fingering yourself to my sweater, huh?" he breathlessly teases, thrusting between your thighs again. You nod repeatedly, at a loss for words as the tip of his cock brushes against your folds. "I can't even call you filthy, I know from experience that your panties smell pretty fuckin' good," his words steal the breath from your throat. So he is guilty of what you thought.

Your boyfriend's pace quickens and that's how you know he's close. His thrusts grow sloppy as his ragged pants increase in intensity, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass. Each thrust brushes against your clit, the pressure causing your eyes to flutter shut in pure ecstasy. You grind against his cock as it continues to move back and forth right beneath your pussy, right where you need him. The smell of sex overpowers his natural aroma, making you dizzy with lust. You smell his unkempt hair peeking out from his hat and almost feel yourself burst from how needy it makes you, all the while he's hammering away between your legs.

His dick constantly rubbing against your nub becomes too much to handle, and you feel your climax catch up to you. Your chest heaves for any ounce of air it can suck in as you drape your arms around Mista's neck. "Mista... I'm..." a moan escapes your throat as you convulse uncontrollably directly above his weeping cock.

"Shit, 'm gonna cum too," he rasps, swiping his length across your pulsating pussy. A few moments later, he erupts, shooting his seed all over your sex and the insides of your thighs. You're left trembling at the sudden warmth. You lower yourself, sitting directly on his lap, and crane your head so that your lips are hovering over Mista's. His hot breath fans against your lips, and you kiss him deeply, getting as close to him as possible.

"Can I . . . can I borrow your shirt after this?" you trace your fingers along the sweaty fabric, hands naturally finding themselves drawn to his armpits. The article is damp to the touch.

"Only if you agree to a few more rounds, cara."

"Deal."

Needless to say, you're in for a long night.

#guido mista x reader #jjba x reader #guido mista smut #jjba smut #guido mista imagine

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how jjba boys punish you (NSFW) ♡

notes: mainly gn but includes some afab + amab reader. smut ahead. warning for blood, spanking, degradation, poorly translated italian petnames etc! first work on this account yaaaa!!!

characters: dio brando, rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo.

DIO BRANDO.

Biting. Dio shows no mercy when punishing you with his fangs. Whether it's because you disobeyed him or sassed him in response to his constant domineering orders, the vampire thoroughly enjoys putting you in your lowly place.

He'll strip you bare, leaving sadistic nibbles on every newly exposed area. His fangs drag across your skin and occasionally burrow themselves into your supple flesh, always leaving you incapable of predicting just when the sharp canines will penetrate your body. The mind games he plays with your trembling form amuse him to no end. He'll mark you up, no doubt about that.

Dio won't cease his actions until your entire frame is tender from all his bites, your usually beautiful skin caked in blood, just begging to be lapped up.

"Now you know to never disrespect the great DIO, hm?" he'll snicker as his tongue ghosts across your marred skin, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. "You taste delicious, darling, but your cold streak must end. Be grateful for the life I've given you."

He'll clamp his fangs down on your thighs, dangerously close to where you need him the most, but rarely will he provide you with the release you desperately crave. You'll have to beg and promise you'll submit to him if you even want a single stroke or lick from him.

ROHAN KISHIBE.

If you distract Rohan while he's hard at work or attempt to wound his ego in any way, your behaviour will not go unpunished. He'll lock you in a room near his office with a vibrator stuffed in your hole for hours on end as he works, leaving you in complete and utter solitude, drowning in silence broken by the whimpers and buzzes falling from your lips and thrumming between your quaking thighs.

Occasionally he'll increase the intensity just to torture you further, in an unpredictable cycle of increasing and decreasing the pleasure you receive. If your actions really pushed his buttons, the mangaka will use Heaven's Door to remove your ability to cum, keeping you on the edge for hours. The dull vibrations between your legs leave you a whiny mess as you plead for release, and, depending on how naughty you were, you may never reach your peak.

As you buck your hips skyward for any sort of pleasure, the door will creak open and you'll spot a certain male eyeing your bare form with scrutiny. "Will you stop begging so loud? I can hardly focus on my work." his words will be answered with a string of pleas and apologies, begging to cum, to be forgiven. Now, he's not a monster, so if you promise to leave him be as he works or to never insult him again ー he'll assist you with reaching your peak himself.

"Do you see how foolishly needy you are?" He'll grunt as he removes the buzzing vibrator and replaces it with his own dick, filling you to the brim. "Always...bothering me...you should be grateful I'm even here," even as pleasure overrides his system, he won't stop his onslaught of coldness. He never will.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI.

Bruno's solution if you misbehave? Zipping your mouth up tight and edging you until your muffled moans beg for him to stop. He loves to sit you in his lap as he ruins you with his hands.

For afab readers, he'll finger you relentlessly as the pad of his thumb rubs circles on your clit. The moment he feels a single convulsion around his soaked digits, he'll cease his ministrations and move on to brushing the outside of your folds or your nipples. Still pleasuring you but not nearly even close to what you desire.

For amab readers, he'll pump you with zero mercy, getting you so close to sweet release but never letting you attain it. His hand will become coated in precum as it travels up and down your length at an impossible speed, your squirming and muffled cries helping him predict when to pull away.

Bruno will purr sweet petnames dripping with honey into your ears, reminding you that this is what you deserve for making him jealous or potentially putting yourself in danger.

"I would love to hear you, amore, but a punishment is a punishment." His deep voice hums out, knuckles deep inside of you. "Now be good for me and hold it in. That's correct, you aren't cumming just yet. Not until I say you can."

JOSEPH JOESTAR.

Joseph is the king of degrading you and overstimulating you until you can't take it anymore. He loves to playfully fight you, but if you win or find a way to cross a line? He won't stand for that.

Orgasm after orgasm he'll continue scissoring his fingers inside of you and stretching you until you feel as though you'll burst. He wants to render you a mewling mess with just his hands before he even uses his cock on you. That'll teach you right, he thinks.

"You really thought you'd get away with that? Idiot." he'd taunt you, lifting his digits to your mouth to have you taste yourself. Regardless of gender, expect to be called a slut, toy, or whore.

For afab readers, Joseph will obliterate your swollen clit with his fingers and later on his tongue. He loves to feel you convulse and squirm as he swipes his tongue across your overstimulated pussy. He'll gladly tongue fuck you until you can't take another lick.

For amab readers, he'll milk your cock dry without any regrets. One hand will pump you mercilessly while the other's fingers are thrusting in and out of your ass, pleasing you until all you can do is babble out his name, forgetting your own.

JOTARO KUJO.

When you bend over to give Jotaro (and whoever he's travelling with) a nice view of your ass, or when you get too handsy with somebody other than your boyfriend, Jotaro will be enveloped in a silent fury. While he's not the jealous type, he does acknowledge when a punishment should be in order.

His idea is to lay you over his lap and spank you until you're sobbing for forgiveness and your ass is red hot from being ruthlessly impacted.

He'll urge you to verbally count each spank as he administers them. The amount of times his hand smacks your ass depends on how badly you misbehaved. Sometimes it'll be a measly ten spanks, other times the amount doubles or even triples.

"Good grief, you lost count again?" he'd scold you, rubbing circles on your ass, hot to the touch. "Looks like we'll have to start over." he allows your whines to fly by without any acknowledgement. He would gladly spend all day setting you straight if he had the time. You can cry and squirm but he'll hold you still in his iron grip and continue to swat away at your backside until you can't even walk.

If you behave accordingly and count your spankings in a way that satisfies Jotaro, he may reward you by jerking you off ー but if you cum before he lets you? That's ten more additional spanks. You truly don't want to get on his bad side in the bedroom.

#jjba x reader #dio brando x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #joseph joestar x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba smut