#Kurt Kunkle angst

[collectivecloseness]

A Heated Bedroom

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: You and Kurt haven’t been going through the best patch in your relationship recently, but nothing a gentle dose of sex and loving can’t fix. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. Smut, only slight angst at start, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), Kurt with the slight oral fixation, sub!kurt, soft dom!reader. 18+. F!reader. 5k)

The past nearly two weeks you’d been getting into fights with Kurt. Thankfully they were only small, but the atmosphere from them had started to build up little by little over time.

The past month it seemed like you two had slowed down a little relationship wise. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But at first you were seeing each other slightly less than usual, something that Kurt vocally was pretty upset about, unless it was him riding 12 hour days in his spree. Then of course it wasn’t a big deal. But then when you were together it was almost stifling. The sex hadn’t been as good either as of late. It wasn’t really a downfall of either of you individually, and it was fine, but stress had been seeming to dampen the spark.

You were determined to switch things around though. You just needed one moment. One time to rejuvenate said spark and get you two back on track. You still both loved each other, you’d even had to hold Kurt’s hand several days ago when you guys were arguing, but the yelling was simultaneously making him sad. They hadn’t exactly been harsh fights, it just hadn’t been a very uplifting mood in your cramped apartment at the moment.

Looking over at Kurt again, since you were both just sitting in bed, him in the middle on his phone, you at the foot watching tv, you wondered if he’d look up when you ogled him. Unsurprisingly he didn’t, but that was definitely because of whatever it was he was focused on on his phone right now, mostly likely checking the views on a video he posted considering you could see him refreshing the page from the way his fingers moved, versus him just not wanting to pay you any attention. If there was one thing Kurt liked, it was attention. Granted normally receiving it, but he was nothing if not a generous lover, at usual times.

It was hot in the apartment at the moment, your aircon broke, which had probably fueled last nights sleep ridden argument about quilts and cuddling being too hot. So naturally he was only wearing shorts, no shirt

You slowly crawled up your shared bed, you could tell Kurt noticed you by the pause of tapping on his screen. But he quickly tried to get back into it, not looking up from his phone.

Once you were close enough to feel his body heat you leaned in and did the only thing you wanted to do right now. You nuzzled into his stomach.

Kurt’s face shot up at that, the soft glow illuminating his surprised face, as you caressed your nose in deeper. “Wh- uh, what are you doing?” He asked timidly. Mostly because you touching his tummy like that caused a spike to shoot through his dick.

Already knowing that, you simply moved your face up to his neck, smiling when his body automatically leant back to expose it for you. You very lightly pressed whispers of kisses to his neck. “I miss my baby.”

You kissed some more, they still only fluttered against Kurt’s warm skin, slow but getting all the spots you knew made him heat up. Gently brushing your lips so softly, no matter how much you wanted to ravage your boyfriend, you knew was a sure fire way to draw him in. You kissed one spot to the side, next his pulse point, then where it connected to his collarbone, not leaning back so you could speak against him “Does this feel good?”

“M-More please.”

It felt too good. Kurt had opened his mouth to speak, but a whine beat him to the chase. He was happy you always liked his noises though, because he knew that it was okay. Even if he still got so enamoured by touches a while into your relationship.

Knowing exactly what he meant, you kissed his neck harder, the amount you usually would when you were trying to make Kurt feel good. “Good boy. Using your words.” You mouthed around his flushed skin wetly, knowing that’s the way he liked it, sucking lightly into the points that made him squeeze his fists. Moving back a little you kissed his jaw, nosing at it in adoration. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kurt reminded you, nosing under your jaw similarly in a small whine, closing his eyes when you started sucking harder into his feverish neck, especially when you licked over the marks he was thanking God you were making on him.

He was so sensitive right now. It was like you were touching him for the first time again, with how light and slow your touches were at first. Gentle with him. Your hand smoothed down his neck with a hum, leaning your nose against his ear as you both watched your hand trail.

Something in Kurt’s gut clenched in anticipation as your hand trailed down to his tummy, sliding a finger over his abdomen so good it almost tickled, but it just made his heart spasm uncontrollably instead. Your soft fingers reached all the way down to his navel, before gliding up his happy trail to his chest, the simple touch making Kurt arch his back in a high gasp.

Maybe it was the fact these touches weren’t overtly sexual, they were just loving gestures, ones to please him. But he still knew exactly where they were leading.

Your hand circled Kurt’s waist over and over, nails barely touching him but the pads of your fingers sparking electricity through his crotch, especially when the repetitive motion in that one spot finally let up and switched, as you traced your fingers down to the outside of his exposed thigh. Even that was so sensitive for him. As proven by his whimper and his falling onto the bed, blinking submissively as he gripped onto your free arm with need.

And that was before you got to the inside of his thigh. When you lightly stroked there, Kurt started wriggling into the mattress, his dick tingling hard with need as he couldn’t take anymore without an outlet. He still didn’t wiggle away from your touch though, even though it was so much, it was too good to let you go.

All of this almost had you blushing like Kurt. You nearly forgot how easy it was to make him melt so quickly. But Kurt was almost crying out into the bed, squirming as his breaths drew closer to pants as he watched you.

You slipped your hand to his other thigh, lightly brushing the inside of it, keeping your face relaxed. “What would you like, sweet boy?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know what he wanted to do with you, what he needed from you. Your hand slipped past his risen shorts, all five of your fingertips circling gracefully.

“I w-want you to f-fuck me, please.” He stuttered. His clammy hand rubbed up and down your forearm as he pleaded, but not with the same control you had, his touch was needy and he was not afraid to flaunt it, if it meant he’d get what he so desperately burned for. He didn’t care he just needed you to please keep touching him.

You smiled, and even that simple act made Kurt’s heart swell.

You sat somewhere over his calves, letting your hands move slightly less daintily now to pull Kurt’s shorts down, leaving them around his knees as you were enamoured by the clear outline of his hard on in his blue boxers, and the small wet patch seeping into the outside of them. Slowly, you leant your face in, before licking a long stripe over his bulge through the thin material.

Kurt nearly knocked his junk into your face by accident at your teasing touch, but was managed to be subdued by your weight on his legs, rolling the upper half of his body up and down instead at the treatment, looking down to you with wet open lips and a moan.

You made a show of pulling his clothes down to his ankles, before fully undressing yourself quickly, knowing Kurt needed you right now.

And need you he did. You tossed your worn panties to him with a chuckle, moving your top off as Kurt clenched the still warm clothing in his hands, before bringing it up to his lips and inhaling deeply. He was still just as addicted to your smell. Once he noticed the wetness on the inside of them however, he quickly chucked them to the side so he could try and get a look at you, to see if you were really that wet. Just for him. And he didn’t think he’d even done anything to deserve it yet. God he didn’t deserve you.

“You’re such a good boy for me Kurt.” You rasped out for him as you kneeled your way further up the bed, stretching yourself open in a display that made Kurt’s irises explode wide. “Always my good boy.”

Finally in position, you leant down to his stomach where his poor weeping dick rested, smearing his pre agaisnt your own slick as you gently moved Kurt’s dick over your folds. Wetting it for yourself, and showing him just how hot he made you. You couldn’t help but tease his tip over your clit a few times, moaning orgasmically and only tightening your grip around his cock.

Kurt just groaned, feeling like he could cum already just from you teasing him around your hole. You were so wet and hot. A grunting cry got stuck in his throat as he smashed his head back into the mattress.

Finally, you lowered yourself down on him. Making sure to go as slow as possible. And oh boy if that didn’t make Kurt just scream.

Your clit was already tingling when you eventually got Kurt fully inside you, just resting on his pelvis for a second with your hands pushing on his v line, just letting yourself take in the feeling of him inside you, of your walls completely surrounding him, and how full he made you feel. And fuck if Kurt wasn’t doing the exact same thing. Just with more whispers of ”Please.”

When you started rocking your hips, his whispers turned into moans.

Kurts eyes looked at yours zombie like, an ‘o’ shape clear on his perfectly pink lips, moaning “uh”s every single time you grinded on him, like he was a man possessed by your sex. Truthfully he was. Kurt was fully blissed out already, feeling like he’d been yearning for this for so long. Even though you two had had sex recently. It just hadn’t been like this.

You slowly lifted yourself off him, just a couple of inches, feeling the cool air whip against your wet cunt, before you slammed back down into the warm mess of Kurt’s crotch.

A shattered moan left your boyfriend and you grinned, beginning to start a steady rhythm. Kurt could barely get out a smile in response to your own before his face was twisting in pleasure once more, having to take a second to remember to breathe like you’d helped him with before, and just melt in the feeling. He quickly got it, only getting louder once he regained ability in his vocal cords. Composure was never a thing Kurt was very good at for long though. Especially with you.

Kurt took your hand not slowly, but softly, still moaning under you with breaths that sounded like gargles, as he placed your hand into his brown hair, wanting you to touch it.

Of course you complied, smiling while you fucked yourself on him with wet sounds, as you gripped your hand through his slightly greasy locks. Not tightly, but enough to keep a connection with Kurt, using it to steady your thrusts in and out of him a little, smoothing your fingertips through his hair; he never felt you might’ve pulled a little hard.

Your circled your hips a few times, not that you really needed to because Kurt was so thick, he always filled you up just like you needed, before beginning to fuck yourself up and down on his cock again. Quickly Kurt was hitting that delicate spot deep inside you, and it made your clit throb with need. You let out a large whine, fucking yourself addictively onto Kurt’s cock so he could keep slamming that part deep in your cunt so it made your stomach twist.

Kurt panted loud as soon as he heard that whine, taking your free hand up in his because he wanted to hold it, entwining his fingers as both your palms shifted up and down his chest, while he laid back and watched you make love to him. Feeling every clench and drip of your walls. He wondered if you could feel how hard his dick was throbbing. He knew he couldn’t hold back much more.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for me Kurt.” You moaned, clenching his hand in yours as you tried to thrust your clit against any skin you could find of his, craving that touch.

“Pl-Please?” Kurt moaned out desperately, his grunts becoming louder and louder as your pace sped up in your humping onto his sensitive cock. “Please can I cum y/n? Need it...”

You opened your eyes even though you were in pure ecstasy, but Kurt’s sweet face just made it even better. “Of course you can baby. My good boy can cum whenever he wants. You wanna cum for me Kurtie?”

Kurt didn’t even bother responding. Immediately with your approval, and with your pussy squeezing sporadically around his cock, he came instantly. Spurting hot loads of cum deep inside your cunt, only moaning louder as you rode it out of him, filling you up as he orgasmed for several long seconds, not thinking he could fuck this much cum into you. Your thrusts were so hard and fast now, and he whined out in a yell drenching sweat into the matrress, his wet dick still twitching inside you as you fucked him.

“Fuck Kurt.” You moaned, feeling just how his hot cum stirred inside you while you humped his dick. It was breaking you apart so bad. You forced your hand to cup lovingly at his cheek, even though all you wanted to do with claw scratch marks into his chest. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.” You breathed out, whining throatily as at a new angle your clit managed to find some warm part of Kurt’s body to thrust against, perfectly aligning with the full, sticky, warm feeling you now had. “Gonna make me cum just like that sweetheart.”

You didn’t hold back any sounds at all now. You were as loud as your body yearned for you to be, looking down and seeing Kurt’s worshipping face as you held him, looking straight up at you and smiling not wide, but so deeply happy it made your whole body and mind thud.

“Mmh!” You squeaked out, holding one hand to his hip as you let your movements become sloppier when feeling your walls fluttering come nearer, one hand still placed against his soft cheek as you hit that spot one more time and you felt yourself fully letting go.

Your cunt clenched against him and electricity rippled through your body, being so so loud as you came. So Kurt knew he was doing a good job, that you appreciated him. And you didn’t even need to fuck out your last few thrusts on weak legs, because with your emphatic moans of praise, Kurt held your back and thrust up into you, prolonging your orgasm even more as he fucked you hard, because it always made him happy making you cum.

He was a bit overeager even when you’d finished cumming, but he got tired quickly so you didn’t get overstimulated. He finally stopped his thrusts with a groan, keeping both his hands warmly on your lower back though, just watching you untangle around his dick, and slowly start to come down from your high. Kurt never wanted to not be making you feel like this.

You both just panted, throats on the edge of aching, as Kurt’s burning hands stayed placed on your equally hot skin. He was still inside of you, but it didn’t feel too much, it felt nice, safe in some way. Like you both fit like this.

But soon the soreness in your legs started to finally filter through to your euphoric brain, and you started to move both your hands to his hips, signalling you were about to get off, as soon as you had the energy to do so.

“Can I watch again?”

You looked up to Kurt, seeing his curious eyes and you nodded contentedly. He asked the same question now again.

Appreciating his help as you lifted yourself off him, you laid on your back, relaxing into the mattress. Kurt kicked off the material around his legs as he dragged you by your ankles to the right place and he rolled onto his stomach, peering dreamily at your empty cunt.

After only a couple of seconds he got impatient, so Kurt softly pressed on your stomach, until his cum began to flow out of your already dripping pussy. He laughed a little as he watched it, leaning on his forearms. He liked to watch himself leak from you sometimes. He didn’t really know why but he’d never questioned it before either.

You could feel Kurt’s warm breath against your thighs as he laughed. From where your head tilted you could see Kurt’s happy expression too, but you wanted to take a second before you sat up again. Satisfied to just let him watch you.

His smile was great, always so rewarding, but you weren’t done yet. Feeling movement in your legs again and adrenaline pumping straight to your crotch you sat yourself up, taking Kurt’s hand as his eyes trained on you in intrigue. You stood up, moving to the end of your shared bed, before sitting Kurt upright and dangling his legs from it, kneeling slowly down to the ground as you kept that eye contact.

Kurt gulped as your finger swirled around his kneecap, especially when you leaned your head dreamily on his knees, so so close to his cock that was hardening again at an accelerated speed.

Kurts breathing was slightly louder, but his eyes still remained soft on yours, especially when his trembling hand went to stroke through your hair that curtained his lap. “Baby.”

You felt your limbs turn to mush, as well as all your brain function. He’d spoken in such a loving tone, and you could feel the heat travelling to your cheeks bones, almost like that was the cause for them raising into such a large smile, all of it from him calling you those sweet pet names again.

You gave the area above his knee a swift kiss, smiling with full teeth to him as you spread your digits along his flesh. “I’ve gotta clean my mess off you baby. ‘S only fair.” You told him, almost with a pout to your lips at how you could’ve dared dirty him up. But your wet jutted out lips only served to fuel Kurt’s arousal as you slid them around the tip of his cock, sucking sweetly on it.

“Ohhhhhhgnh.... fuck.” Kurt gripped his thighs as he rocked on his lap, already rock hard just from that small touch of yours. He almost couldn’t bring himself to look down at you like this because he feared it’d make him cum that second. But he also couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not from the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, eyes wide and shiny from the overhead light, nor the way you angled yourself so you could just about brush the tip of your nose against his length when he spoke to you. Definitely not when your lips were so perfectly o shaped around his dick, like your mouth was meant for him.

He tried to hold off his release as best he could. Luckily it seemed to be working.

He brought his hand to your hair, not to pull or take control, but he gently held as much of it as possible in one movement, to hold it like a messy ponytail behind your head, to help you a little. Plus it meant he got to see more of that gorgeous fucking face, with just a few strands of disheveled hair around you as you sucked him.

You gave his slit a small flick of your tongue, watching him hiss and groan from above you. Soon you were kitten licking his tip, for over a full minute, agonising him with teasing touches and you knew it was driving him crazy from his strained high moans he let roll off his tongue.

Moving your hand to hold his base, finally you licked a long stripe on the underside of his cock, making a slow display for your boyfriend above you who just whined.

He tasted like your own slick and his cum, both your releases mixed together. It was even stronger when you finally took most of his length in in one go, still always used to him, taking it out so you could lick your lips for the taste. And you told him what you were tasting, adding onto the end with a gentle squeeze of his balls “It’s a fucking treat to taste Kurt.”

Kurt shifted his hips rhythmically, if only to wriggle out some of the tension building inside of him. “Y-Yeah, wanna give you more, o-of that.” It sounded like he genuinely wanted to but also lost some confidence in the last second to be sure of his dirty words.

You couldn’t respond though except for a small smile, laughing through your nose which Kurt could feel pleasurably, as your mouth was too busy with his dick.

Kurt groaned throatily as you finally took all of him in, your nose hitching against his pelvis before pulling back again. He just liked the feel of gently holding you while you fucked him with your mouth, whimpering to himself which only made things worse as he‘d been trying to quiet his pantings, just wanting to hear the sounds of your mouth taking him all in.

When you licked the big vein of his cock to the roof of your mouth Kurt just lost it. The warm wet feeling enveloping him was making him lose his mind, and you’d only fully taken him about 45 seconds ago. “Mmmm mm!!!” He was desperately trying not to squirm around, needing to feel you encasing him, needing to see the drool leaking your lips as you took such good care of him. His heavy breathing only increased when he looked straight at you, and that sound pooled warmth in your crotch.

You pulled back to wrap your tongue around his length, kissing away a thick glob of pre before taking him back in with a grateful moan, sinking in the feeling of being so full, forgetting all about how the vibrations were causing Kurt’s fists to clench, only remembering as his dick spasmed wildly in your mouth. You were just so happy sitting here with Kurt inside you.

Tightening your cheeks you sucked him more aggressively, and you should’ve known he’d cum nearly just as quick as your second round the first time you were this gentle with him, his first time.

Kurt cried as soon as he felt himself starting to cum, fat tears leaking out as his dick, hidden in your mouth, shot out his hot load, sobs leaving him in a pitch that scraped his throat as you drank him down in such quick movements, and squeezed his dribbling cock as you did so.

The taste was salty and so familair and you swallowed all of it, you loved that taste, you didn’t want to miss a drop. You even licked your lips, after kissing his tip more than a few final times, just making sure all of him went down, as he watched you.

You knew the crying wasn’t from overstimulation, mostly because he always verbally whined when he was overstimulated. Sometimes he just did cry when you two had sex. You didn’t mind though, you liked looking after him.

Standing up, you went over to comfort him, but Kurt spoke first, when you were towering between his legs. “I love you.”

It made your heart soar, and you smiled joyfully as you repeated his words. “Oh baby, I love you too.”

Even though you were just confirming his declaration with your own, and even though you two had said that phrase a thousand times, it still didn’t make Kurt feel it any less. Especially after the past week or so. Kurt looked up at your tall figure from his naked position on the bed frame, with a whimper between his bitten lips as you placed your hands over his warm cheeks and wiped his tears, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

Kurt happily joined in on the kiss, humming into your mouth as he brushed his lips over your own, knowing how much he’d missed your tongue against his, but he was so glad you were giving it to him now. Kurt could stay happy simply kissing you, he placed a hand onto your cheek and you wrapped yours around his neck, it made his heart feel all good whenever you two kissed. He loved you!

During your kiss you sat back down, your thighs leaning against Kurt even though he wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his lap and not let you leave. But after a few seconds of blissful post kiss haze for him, it wasn’t exactly a sexual kiss, but it made him fuzzy nonetheless, he realised his hand had migrated to your thigh. And once he looked down, he was sure what his next purpose was.

Upon seeing some of his cum exiting down your thigh slowly, Kurt wordlessly leant over with two fingers to scoop some of his release from the outside of your pussy, only to unceremoniously push it back into you. He smiled as your nails gripped onto his bicep, when you felt him inside you for just a second, before he pulled out, wiping his fingers on his own thigh messily.

It seemed that had been the last of sex fueled Kurt for now though, because suddenly he was your sweet boy once more, not that he’d ever stopped being, but you could tell he was tired and, as always, wanting just your affection now.

Kurt leant his head on your shoulder, and you were content with just letting him rest there, even if his eyelashes tickled as they batted against your skin. It felt nice just to have him breathe against you, but especially when he was holding your hands in your lap.

Suddenly you became aware of an acute tugging on your hair, and when you angled your head, you saw Kurt had started mindlessly chewing on it. “Dirty, sweetheart.” You lightly told him, smoothing a hand down his face and ridding your hair from his lips in the same movement. Although you did have to pick out little strands still attached to your head, that were caught on Kurt’s open wet mouth. He liked just sitting there, not having to do anything but keep his mouth open, letting you brush and smooth over his lips, especially when you put your thumb inside for a second, just to sort him out. “Do you want a kiss instead?” You offered him something to do with his mouth.

Kurt of course, didn’t do anything but nod. You kissed him again gracefully, managing to wipe some of his spit off your fingers once you brushed through his hair, the kiss only being a short one which definitely was right for the mood, but was not enough for Kurt. You could tell this yourself by the way his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water when you pulled back.

“Can I-“ Kurt began to ask, rubbing his cheek into your collarbone with a small mewl. “Can I have one please? For a little while?”

He didn’t ask like he wasn’t sure that he was going to get what he wants however. As much as you had him wrapped around your finger, he did too. Sure he made a lot of mistakes, almost all of them small so far, but he was way too cute to stay mad at.

Knowing immediately what he meant, you agreed. Kurt let you shuffle over to the headboard of your bed, even kindly propping the pillows up for you, so you could rest back against the frame, and you opened your arms encouragingly for Kurt. He immediately wriggled into your embrace, laying down against your chest with a peaceful sigh, before taking one of your tits into his mouth and sucking gently.

He kept his eyes opened at first, just looking at your body, not in a sexual way, but just knowing you were there, eyes following your arm as your raised it to stroke his hair, relaxing more at the feel. He physically couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping shut when you caressed the hairs at the nape of his neck though, shivering into your body but only slightly releasing your nipple to exhale a sigh. He was completely latched back onto it again when he was done, looking up into your eyes and knowing everything was going to be okay.

And even though he loved the feeling of his mouth being entertained, especially when it was you inside him, he popped off wetly for a second, because he was too enamoured by your look and your face and just all of you past and present to not open his mouth and speak his mind. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so much Kurt.” You smiled, knowing he meant it and you were going to be okay.

You were both so happy you were going back to being you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned the music off. 

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

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

Your eyes flew open. 

“The fans?”

“Y-yeah.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t think you were serious!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not leaving.” He mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut. 

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

“You’re not leaving.”  

You felt yourself still. 

“...What?” 

“You’re not leaving.”  

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“Kurt, just take me home-” 

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

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

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

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[littlelioncub43]

Kurt Kunkle

Drabbles

Fuck Around and Find Out 🌶

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[tooearlyforthis]

Hey!💖

I have a request (it might be to basic)

I can't stop thinking about Steve comforting y/n after a nightmare about him getting hurt, and I'm imagining him all sweet, he doesn't know what to say but he tries his best

I just need that kind of fluff🥺

Thank you in advance and i just followed you byw

Hey! Sorry for the extremely late reply. I’m going to assume you’re talking about Steve Harrington based on your pfp but if this was meant for Steve Rogers I apologize in advance! I also made the reader a Hawkins lab baby I hope that was okay!

I Love You and I Like You | Steve Harrington

Pairing: bf!Steve Harrington x powered!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: After waking up over and over again from the same awful nightmare, Y/n finally confides in her boyfriend what's wrong.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Hawkins lab reader, tiny moment inspired by Parks and Rec

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It was hard to let the past stay in the past, especially when every year it seemed to resurface. Y/n thought that Dr. Brenner was long gone, burning in whatever hellscape he went to in the afterlife. That’s what Eleven had told her, that’s what she had believed. It wasn’t true, however, and after the events of summer break, the past finally caught up to her.

Although they had finally defeated the big bad of the upside down, hopefully for good this time, that didn’t stop the pain she felt from staying with her. Ever since then, she had been starting to get the most awful and visceral nightmares - worse than she ever had before. 

Watching as the vines wrapped around Steve’s throat, they pulled him to the wall of the Creel house. Y/n held out her hand, trying to stop them, to untangle them with her mind. But as she strained her muscles, to pull energy from every part of her body, nothing happened. She forced her hand out again, waiting for that familiar feeling to run through her bones -but again, nothing occurred. Steve continued to choke, his face getting whiter by the second. She so desperately wanted to run after him, to pull him off the wall and hold him until he was okay. It was hard resisting, knowing that if she touched them she would meet the same fate. 

Continuing to try,  she held up her hand again, waiting for her powers to flood out, saving the person she cared for most. Nothing ever happened, not even a whisper of movement. She screamed, watching as Steve’s body went limp, the light leaving his eyes. 

Before her knees hit the floor, she was jolting up in bed, gasping for air. 

“Woah, woah, hey,” Steve said, sitting up as he tried to get out of his sleepy daze. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

Still trying to catch her breath, Y/n shook her head, feeling her boyfriend slump around her in relief. “I-I’m okay,” she finally said. 

“Are you sure? I could get you some water or-“

“-I’m good, Steve,” she persisted. “Can we just- go back to sleep?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he said, laying down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, letting his nose get buried in her hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Y/n paused for a moment. Growing up in a lab, surrounded by other grumpy telepaths and mean scientists, trained her to suppress their emotions. And even though it had been almost six years since she escaped, she still found herself hesitant to open up to others - even her boyfriend of almost a year. 

“I just wanna go back to sleep,” she told him. Turning her head, she turned to look at him. “I love you and I like you.”

Giving her a quick kiss, he repeated, “I love you and I like you.”

It was something they had been saying for most of their relationship. After one of their dates at Benny’s Diner, Steve awkwardly held her hands in the parking lot and blurted out I love you and I like you. Y/n remembered smiling so wide it almost hurt. She was his first relationship after Nancy, after being told he and the first girl he loved had a bullshit relationship. That “King Steve” swagger wasn’t as strong and if she was being true with herself, it was the only reason she agreed to go on a date in the first place. 

So when those awkward words left his mouth making him question everything about their relationship up until that point, it was such a relief when she repeated them back to him. From that day, on it became a constant in their lives and it still made her smile every time he said it. 

She felt him inch closer to her, snuggling close as if a hug would fix her problems. To be honest, it was kind of working. The comfort of his touch, the knowledge that he was safe beside her - there was no need to stress him out more when this was enough. 

Letting sleep take her once more, she tried her best to dream of better times. 

🎬🎬🎬

The second time she woke up with a nightmare later that week, Steve was a little more persistent. He held her as they sat up in bed, arms wrapped around her back. 

“Please tell me what’s going on I hate seeing you like this,” he pleaded with her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she began to calm down. “If you tell me I-I could try and help, maybe take some of the stress off of you.”

Y/n shook her head, rubbing her hands against her eyes. “No, it’s nothing just…I’m going to go wash my face off. Just need some cold water.”

Before Steve could argue she was up and out of the bed, walking over to the bathroom attached to her room. The water was colder on her face, refreshing her immediately. It helped a little, letting her think of another place where Vecna wasn’t creeping around every corner. 

Turning back to the door, she paused. Maybe she could stay in the bathroom a little longer. Steve was an amazing boyfriend and a persistent one at that. She didn’t need his questions or searches for answers when she knew he had nightmares himself. Putting that weight on him was something she couldn’t bare. 

He knew she was a test subject from the lab, the same as El, but that’s not what bothered her. It was the constant reassurance that everything was going to be okay because she was a test subject. Her powers could disappear one day, the same way they did with El, and she didn’t know if she could be the hero without them. 

For now, she would keep her nightmares to herself. For now, she could ease the minds of the people around her. 

🎬🎬🎬

Family Video was packed for a Wednesday afternoon. Y/n and Eleven perused the isles for a film for movie night. Every so often she would look out to see Steve on the other side of the store helping a customer. He had smiled at them when they came in, the store being so full he hadn’t had time to say hello.

Y/n stuck her head out for another time, getting lost in her thoughts as she stared off to see if he was still working - he was, trying to hold back a yawn as he did so. She had stayed over again the previous night, having yet another nightmare. He tried again to comfort her, to be there by her side, and once again she had pushed him away. She stared off at him, trying to convince herself that keeping him at an arm's distance from her problems was for the best. 

As she continued to debate in her mind, she was pulled out of thought by the shake of her arm.

“Sorry, El what were you saying before?”

“Is this movie okay for tonight?” Eleven asked. 

“Y-yeah sure that’s fine,” she replied, taking one more quick glance at Steve. 

Eleven sighed, setting the movie down. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“All you do is stare off at Steve like you two don’t already spend every waking moment together. So, what’s the problem?”

Y/n looked at her little sister in shock. Since when did she become so perceptive? “I…” she began, looking back before pulling El further down the aisle. “I’ve been having nightmares again. Steve keeps dying and I don’t have my powers to save him.”

“Oh,” Eleven said, her face softening.

“Yeah…Do you ever have these dreams? Like you’re going to lose everything close to you?”

“All the time.”

Y/n stared at her surprised. “Really?”

Eleven nodded. “It’s always Mike being taken by the demogorgon and there’s nothing I can do to help. No powers, nothing…then Papa shows up taunting me.”

“I guess this is just normal for us then?”

“I don’t know…” Eleven responded softly. “What does Steve think about these dreams?”

“Oh, I haven’t told him. He has enough to deal with already he doesn’t need my nightmares too. Why? Did you tell Mike about yours?”

“Yeah,” Eleven said so nonchalantly. 

“Yeah?” Y/n questioned. “Just that easy?”

She shrugged. “Mike helps me get through them, he’s there for me and I’m there for him. It might help to tell Steve.”

Y/n looked down at the floor, trying to avoid answering her sister. Ever since Hopper finally loosened up on his rules, letting Eleven finally see more, she had become more worldly. Her vocabulary improved, and so did her fashion and of course, her advice. Curse El for being so mature for her age, she was right, Y/n had to tell Steve about her nightmares. 

Just not today. 

After renting the movies, and Steve making jokes with Eleven, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. “I’ll see you after your movie night right?” he asked.

Nodding, she replied, “Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

She leaned over the counter and gave her a quick kiss, a smile forming on his face as they parted. “I love you and I like you,” he whispered. 

She smiled against his forehead. “I love you and I like you.”

Waving goodbye, Y/n followed her sister out of the store. She felt nervous to tell her boyfriend about all the negative thoughts that had been plaguing her since they defeated Vecna. He was so sweet and she knew he would never judge her but still, she never wanted to burden him with her nightmares….

🎬🎬🎬

It happened again.

Gasping for breath Y/n woke up once more from a nightmare. Before she could even process her surroundings, curled up in her boyfriend’s bed, she felt his arms wrapped around her. Steve slowly leaned into her side, one hand caressing her hair in an attempt to calm her down. 

“I got you, it’s okay,” he cooed. “It was just a dream.”

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t control her breathing. She felt her heart beating out of her chest, the feeling of panic rising higher than it ever had before. Steve tried again to calm her down, continuing to hold her but it wasn’t helping. 

Quickly, she stood up out of his grasp, shaking her arms out as she paced in his room. “Honey it’s okay, everything is going to be fine,” he said softly. 

Y/n nodded, continuing to walk throughout the room, wanting the feeling to go away. She pushed her hair out of her face, sighing as she sat down on the end of his bed. With her head hidden in her hands, she felt Steve settle down next to her. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him. “I-I don’t know why this keeps happening.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything, nightmares are normal, especially after what we went through.” He reached over, placing her hands in his. “You can talk to me about them okay? There’s no reason to hide.”

“I don’t want you to stress. Like you said, it was a lot that we went through I couldn’t dump my problems onto you.”

“You’re not dumping your problems onto me. Please, tell me what happens, I want to help. I-I read in this book that talking through nightmares helps with the stress and makes you less likely to have them again.”

Y/n couldn’t help but let a small smile form on her lips. “You read a book about nightmares?”

Steve nodded. “I was trying to find something to help you, I’ve been worried sick since you won’t talk to me about any of it. Trust me, it helps. Just start with tonight's dream okay? What happened?”

Had he really read a book for her? She knew her boyfriend well, he was never the studious type and didn’t care for reading all that much. But the fact that he did it just to help her made her heart feel warm. Slowly nodding, she finally gave in and listened to his and El’s advice. 

“Yeah, okay,” she started. Steve shifted in front of her, ready to help his girlfriend out in any way needed. “I-I pretty much only get one nightmare. It’s always Vecna, strangling you, and my powers are gone. There’s nothing I can do to help you I-I just have to sit there and watch you die…”

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks when she spoke. Taking her hands out of his, she brought them up to her face to wipe the tears away. 

“Oh sweetie,” he said, leaning in to hug her tight. “I’m not going to die.”

“You don’t know that! Every year we face this thing and every year we are closer to death. Max ended up in the hospital this time I…What if I lose my powers as El did? I might not be able to get them back now that the Nina Project is over.”

Y/n felt her chest start to rise again, hyperventilating as just thought about what could happen if she couldn’t protect him. Steve released her from his hug, settling his hands on both of her shoulders.

“You don’t need your powers, Y/n. You are so much more than them. And so what if you lose them? That doesn’t mean you’re useless,” Steve tried to reason with her but it was clear nothing was going to help right now. “How about we list our favorite places in Hawkins, yeah?”

She looked at him, confused at what he was getting at. Nevertheless, he started listing places. 

“I like the lake, Family Video, your bedroom-“

“Steve!”

“What it’s true!” he exclaimed. “Okay, what about we try dancing, huh? Getting all the jitters out.”

He stood up, waiting for her to follow. Y/n sat still on his bed, still trying to control her breathing. Before she knew what was happening, Steve was doing the worst dance moves she had ever seen in her life. If she could guess that dance, it would probably be closest to the Irish jig. She watched as her boyfriend shuffled across the floor of his room, trying to keep her distracted. 

In his defense it was starting to work, especially when he tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor. Y/n burst out laughing, watching as he snuggled to get back up, rubbing his shins. 

“Get back up here, dummy,” she told him. As he sat back down next to her, she left her head resting on his shoulder. 

“You know I love you, right?” he said softly, making her look up into his eyes. “Nothing could keep up apart. Not even Vecna.”

Nodding, Y/n replied, “I know.” And for the first time, she actually believed it. She stretched forward, slowly capturing his lips on his. They were soft as she gently kissed her back, pulling her closer to his chest. As they separated, she let her head rest back on his shoulder. “I love you and I like you.”

Steve smiled, leaning into her. “I love you and I like you.”

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[mimixmunson]

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About me:

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Mimi. 21. UK. Smut enthusiast. Eddie Munson’s cumslut. Steve Harrington’s fleshlight. Resident knismo of the Steddie fandom.

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Who/what do i write?

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ I only write for fictional characters, I will not write anything about celebrities. It makes me uncomfortable. I only really write for Stranger Things, especially Eddie Munson. I can write Steddie and Steve Harrington too. For some reason people seem to like me writing Gator Tillman from Fargo season 5 so you may see that here too! Another thing to note is that I mostly write smut, but sometimes fluff. With this I also write tickle fiction because I have a weird interest in that, if that’s not your thing please just ignore those posts!!

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[acciojaeyun]

day 1: somnophilia (kurt kunkle)

pairing: kurt kunkle x fem!reader warnings: non-consensual, 18+, dark themes, masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, perv!kurt, reader is uploading masturbation videos on ph, masturbation (m), marking

a/n: phew, i got carried away!

When Kurt stumbled upon her PornHub account, he had to remember when he had seen her. Not the persona she had to muster in front of the camera tilted in such a way anyone who watches her video would get a glimpse of her in such intimate personal view — the real her.

Now, Kurt might’ve taken a huge amount of his Spree trying to remember who she was and when and where he did exactly meet her, zoning out and driving silently instead of chatting up with the passengers for content; that was, until, when Facebook notified for a new memory to look back into, that’s when he remembered she was the Y/N Y/L/N. The only woman whose ground Kurt worshipped incessantly.

And it took not days, weeks, but months of stalling before finally having the confidence to message her on her account. Kurt might have spent half of his Spree savings on Y/N, sending her donations and whatnot, and while it gave him the satisfaction of seeing her smile in front of the camera as she mentions his pen name, it wasn’t the same as feeling the real thing now.

After a couple of messages here and there, the man had finally made a connection with the girl; with sensitive details being divulged as how she takes sleeping pills because she has a hard time sleeping on a Sunday night before her retail work in the morning.

It was in the same conversation when Kurt finally coaxed her address out of her, promising her that he’d meet them at 8 o'clock on Sunday – leaving an important detail, the exact time when he'd be exactly meeting her.

Y/N waited for confirmation on Kurt's end, even though she promised herself not to get too attached to the mystery man behind the donations she receives whenever she goes live. Hence, she fell asleep after having her pills five minutes before eight in the evening.

It's been five minutes since Kurt started staring at her figure immersed in deep slumber.

"C-could just take you right here, yeah?" Kurt whispered most likely to himself. Retrieving his phone from his back pocket, he turned his phone into silent mode before walking towards her figure sprawled out on the bed.

Kurt ran the back of his hands across her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear so gently, in the hopes of not waking her up. "Y-you look so fucking pretty like that, i-it's not fucking fair," Kurt groaned, feeling his erection strain across his dark grey joggers.

With the lights of the room turned off, he turned on the flash of his phone, and for a split moment, he thought of taking a photo of you in your vulnerable state.

That is for another day.

He practically jumped on her sleeping figure, not even caring about the way that she could eventually wake up had he been a bit more careless about the whole ordeal.

But Kurt was more than careful, in fact, he could care less. He held her jaw in his hands, manoeuvring her face so that it was facing him with cheeks puffed out by the pressure of his hands gripping both sides of her face.

For the first time in his life, Kurt had been so quiet. It was like taking an examination that was worth his life, he committed the frail time in taking in her appearance, memorising parts of her which he'd be much more familiarised with in the long run.

He pushed his thumb inside her mouth, reeling in the feeling of her thick tongue on the pad of his thumb. Kurt, groaning at the sensation, adjusted his position, placing his crotch right above her cunt as he started to grind while his thumb moved inside her mouth.

Holy fuck, you're a heavy sleeper, Kurt thought to himself.

Pushing himself above her figure in slumber, he pushed her nightgown until her collarbones, exposing her body right before him. And it took all of Kurt's willpower not to grab his dick and mercilessly pound himself into you.

"I-it's as if you knew that I was visit - going to fuck - going to make love to you so hard," he moaned before looking at her face. Kurt leaned forward, licking the expanse of her temples down to her cheeks, groaning at the taste of her body and sweat that has started to form.

It was as if your body was reacting to whatever he was doing.

"You taste so good," he moaned, before licking down to her jaw, down to her neck, before situating himself on her breasts. Biting down on the crevice between her breasts, Kurt was determined to at least mark her, she wouldn't mind, he'd convince himself.

And that was all it took before Kurt decided to litter her torso with hickeys, varying in dark blue and purple after its fresh magenta hue. His hands grabbed Y/N's left breast, his hand slowly kneading and squeezing, and as he had grown accustomed to it, Kurt squeezed her nipple, hard, and slapped the side of her boob.

His mouth attached to her right, tongue swirling and teeth biting down on the sore, hardened nipple. His hips grinding on her crotch, Kurt detached his mouth from her breast, gasping for air, before switching his ordeal. His right hand, which was primarily unoccupied, was now fondling her pillowy breast.

His left hand travelled down, and with his mind complaining how her nighttime thong had been nothing but a restraint between his clothed cock and her pussy, he pulled down the thong just a bit, and oh, fuck, she was fucking wet.

Kurt wasted no time, plunging his fingers inside her, he almost whined at how her body seemed to react to his intrusion. Cunt easily letting his long fingers slide inside, and its walls tightening just right around him.

"God, baby," Kurt groaned loudly, and he was sure he was close to coming at the feeling of her. He looked down in disbelief, he was finger-fucking her. At the thought, he immediately plunged in another finger, and what has been two fingers became three, and now it was four.

The lad chuckled, "Could fit my whole fist in here and you'd still be in your slumber, huh, babe?"

He hoisted himself down whilst his fingers were still in her dripping hole, and Kurt didn't waste time latching his mouth on her cunt. Kurt smirked at how her body involuntarily jerked, a reaction he was hoping he could witness.

The pace of his fingers and mouth quickened, with his fingers curling into her, and his teeth occasionally biting her labia. Kurt was almost in a lustful haze, he was grinding on the expanse of the bed, and as he felt her walls tighten more, he knew, she was close.

He expanded his fingers, widely scissoring her and he bit his lip, looking at how her thighs were practically shaking, "Fuck, yes, tighten yourself around me, are you gonna come now, baby?"

"Yes, you are, you're going to fucking come," he laughed in disbelief, on how it was easy making her fall apart, and he halted his hips, knowing full well that it wasn't his pants on which he wanted to come, it was her.

And he gasped as she did come, in such a heavy amount, at that. He gaped, at the warm liquid crippling on his fingers, and he had to remind himself to push his fingers out, a string of cum following his fingers. Then, pushing his fingers inside his mouth, he almost cried at her taste, it was addicting.

Momentarily lost at the taste that she exuded, Kurt's thoughts were halted as he felt her slightly move in her slumber, making Kurt freeze. He then pushed himself up, knees knelt beside each of her legs, and he slightly pulled down his trousers mid-thigh before wrapping his hands around his member in such haste, and he immediately found the rhythm towards his orgasm.

He pumped himself harshly, thumb running across his slit every once in a while, he gathered some of her releases and wrapped it around his shaft, making her cum makeshift lubrication to replace the one your pussy has when he finally pushes his dick inside you soon.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, bloody - shit, gonna come,"

It was pathetic. How easy he is to fall apart just by fingering her, kissing her, and marking her, as her consciousness waved off in sleep.

He tugged on his throbbing cock, and sooner enough, without him even registering at first, he was coming - hard. Harder than she ever did. He aimed his cum to be released on her stomach, then to her thighs, and just atop her pussy.

Kurt thinks she had pills, anyway.

After coming, his finger stroked down your stomach, tracing with his fingers soaked in his cum, his initial.

Y/N was Kurt's.

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[sherifftillman]

Kurt Kunkle headcanon because you know I had to 😘

All that man needed was to have a girl pay attention to him for two seconds and give him a little validation, and then no one would have died. He could have been easily fixed by seeing my some boobs.

Anna you know more than anyone that I love a good "but I can fix him" when it comes to Kurt lmfao

okay but imagine before he succumbs to The Lesson, he's just an ordinary Spree driver going about his day

on certain days, he stops by the drive thru bc he's figured out when his favourite server is working

(it's you, you're his favourite server)

he likes you because you don't give him the monotone everyone else does. he likes that you always sound happy to see him, and that you eventually place his regular order to his voice before he can even tell you. sure, figuring out your shift pattern was probably a little obsessive on his part, especially for someone he hasn't seen before, but he's doing it for love

in the time you save by being able to order for him, you get to ask him what his plans are for the day and he tells you all about kurtsworld96

when you get off shift, you follow his account and start liking his posts. he's a cutie in his own way, and you can see he's really trying with his content. since he doesn't get much engagement, it doesn't take much for him to figure out that this new follower is you. he is floored by how you look. devastated that you're wasted on a job behind a speaker. maybe he gets off to you a little too, who's to say

irl, however, he starts getting more nervous to talk to you, even through the speaker. you can kind of tell its because he's a little intimidated which, honestly? confidence booster 3000

so you take to DMing him. just a little praise for his videos, which he takes super enthusiastically. you ask about his idea process, his filming setup, his editing software. he refuses to accept any praise about himself, though.

as the night goes on and you start to get more comfortable with talking to him, you go back to trying to compliment him. he again starts to deny it all, so you decide to try and condition him. you send him a suggestive selfie, telling him that for every nice thing he can say about himself, you'll show him how much you appreciate him. After the first one, you take off your shirt and send another selfie. kurt's reply is full of typos, which he's hurriedly apologetic for, but you gently reassure him that it must be difficult only typing with one hand now, since the other must be preoccupied

he gets more confident with his compliments, both towards you and himself, as the night goes on, but once he's gotten his release from seeing you, he gets all self-deprecafing again

so you simply keep at it. sending suggestive messages and photos and promising more only if he praises himself first

once he's actually started to show some real improvement, you can hear it in his voice when he comes round to order. you tell him he should come and pick you up when your shift is over

you try to adopt the same mentality into kurt irl, straddled over him in the drivers seat telling him to be nicer to himself, but the poor, pathetic lil man that he is, some topless dry humping is all it takes for him to cum right in his pants

the first time he can finally hold put long enough to actually get to fuck you, after he cums he cries, but you know it's not a reflection of either of your performance. he's just craved intimacy for so long. for someone to just want to recognise him for him

and as a bonus for any voyeur pals reading this, maybe the cameras still end up getting installed in his car after all, but for a whole other reason~

#kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle headcanons #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x y/n #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle smut #kurt spree #kurt kunkle spree #anna: queen of angst and also my heart

[djoekeeryy]

about me

hi all! i decided I’d finally write out a little introduction as well as rp guidelines, it’s long overdue <3

i go by nix or nixxie, she/her and im 21! im in the cst timezone. a few fandoms im in include stranger things, the walking dead, spree, and supernatural. i really love to write, and im always coming up with new ideas. im a huge fan of joe keery and it’ll become obvious very fast haha.

roleplay guidelines

so first, I’ll only roleplay with you if you’re eighteen or older. please don’t bother messaging me if you’re under eighteen, you’re just wasting your time because I won’t respond.

I only roleplay on discord in private servers. we can chat in tumblr dms for a bit to get to know each other and make sure we click, then I’ll give you my discord user! i usually don’t post it everywhere just to avoid getting random requests all day that never end up even talking to me, i’d prefer chatting before hand <3

i don’t have any triggers, but please tell me yours and i will respect them.

i do double up. i mainly do oc x cc, sometimes I’ll do oc x oc but I’ll rarely if ever do cc x cc. it’s just not my thing personally and i get bored of it rather quickly.

i love plotting and headcannoning, we can plot as much as you would like! i also love talking ooc and making friends with my rp partners. I don’t mind chatting between replies or even just talking if you feel like taking a break from replies!

i love romance plots, and angst, hurt/comfort, horror, tragedy, darker themes are all stuff i enjoy doing. of course I don’t mind sweeter stuff like general romance and fluff! honestly im down for anything.

if we share the same love interest, i don’t mind doubling up and writing as the same love interest for you! we can just gush about them together, i dont mind at all!

if you see anything that interests you and you’d like to roleplay and/or become friends, please don’t hesitate to message me! my roleplay requests are currently open!

what i’m looking for

so with all of that being said, here’s a small list of fandoms im currently on the hunt for, as well as the status of them and my preferred love interests. again, if we share the same love interest, I don’t mind writing as the love interest for you as well!

- Stranger Things:

Status; seen all seasons

Love Interest; Steve Harrington

- Spree:

Status; finished movie

Love Interest; Kurt Kunkle

- Fargo:

Status; watched seasons 1&2, watching 5 as it comes out

Love Interest; Gator Tillman

- The Walking Dead:

Status; seen up to season eight

Love Interest; will be another OC of mine

tags & credit

credit for the divider goes to @cafekitsune !!

#cc x oc rp #roleplay #dark rp #hellfire stranger things #oc rp #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #romance rp #stranger things #steve stranger things #spree 2020 #spree rp #kurt kunkle #fargo fx #fargo season 5 #gator tillman #fargo s5 #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x oc #searching for roleplay #discord roleplay #double up rp #the walking dead roleplay

[kurtie4life96]

FANFIC PROMPTS 2.0

Requests are open!

For AFAB readers!

Please feel free to mix and match as much as you'd like!

Minors, DNI!

Type (optional)

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Strangers to Lovers

Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Fluff

"I've waited for this moment for so long."

"That's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

"Could you spend the night? I don't want to be alone."

"I can't stay away from you."

"I'm a better person when I'm with you."

"Could you stay a little longer?"

"Here, let's share the blanket."

"Do you wanna stay the night?"

"So what if I'm whipped? I'm happy."

"I'm doing this for you."

"No, you don't deserve to be treated like that."

"You have every right to be upset, sweetheart."

"I'm in love with you, idiot."

"You look really good in my sweater."

"This isn't your fault, okay? I promise."

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."

"Please let me drive you home."

"Is that guy/person bothering you?"

"You feel it too, don't you?"

"I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you."

"It's okay, you're allowed to cry."

"I want you, and only you."

"I thought you knew that you've always been my favorite."

"You look better in my clothes than I do."

"I'm gentle with you because I love you."

"I could never say no to you."

"Here, take my jacket, it's cold."

"Well, there's only one bed."

"They're not you."

"Are you warm enough?"

Angst

"Why do you hate me?"

"We can't keep this up forever."

"I wish I'd never met you."

"Shouldn't you be with him/her?"

"How much did you drink?"

"You wanna hit me? Go ahead, do it."

"Touch her/him, and you're dead."

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Is he/she really just a friend?"

"You're not going to die, whether you like it or not."

"You need to wake up, I can't do this without you."

"When will you shut the fuck up?"

"Don't ever leave my sight again."

"Talk to me when you're sober."

"Don't call this number again."

"She's/he's not yours."

"Is that blood?"

"Don't you look at me like that."

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Get the fuck out."

"You hate me? I hate me too."

"Where are you going?"

"I thought I could trust you. Obviously I was wrong."

"Everyone was right about you."

"You left me, when I was at my lowest."

"You don't intimidate me. Cut the act."

"Tell me who did this to you, right fucking now."

"I woke up this morning and you were gone."

"I'm tired of pretending."

Smut/NSFW

"Could he/she make you feel as good as I do?"

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it."

"Make me."

"Don't bite that fucking lip."

"My hand or my belt?"

"You're already shaking. Come on baby, you can give me one more."

"Why did you wear panties, when you know I'm gonna rip them off anyway?"

"Come sit in my lap."

"Call me that one more time, see what happens."

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands on you. We'll see how cute you look when it's my hands."

"I could really hurt you, you know."

"I think I've made my intentions clear, sweetheart."

"Don't forget who you belong to."

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget you ever even met that asshole."

"Bed. Now."

"Don't hide your face. Look at me when I fuck you. Good girl."

"Did you really think we were just gonna 'go to bed', silly girl?"

"If you bite your lip one more time, I'm gonna do it for you."

"I've had it with your fucking attitude."

"Bend over my knees. Now."

"Smile for the camera."

"There's so many things I want to do to you, and not all of them are nice."

"Open your mouth. When I spit, you swallow."

"Already so wet and needy, and I haven't even touched you yet."

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

"Don't hold back. I wanna hear you say my name."

"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."

"Look at the big mess you made kitten, is this all for me?

"You're mine, and I don't share."

#steve harrington smut #smutty smut smut #steve harrington #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #kurt kunkle fanfic #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #kurt kunkle x fem reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley angst #spree fanfic #spree x reader #spree 2020 #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers

[collectivecloseness]

37) I thought you didn’t love me anymore with kurt where you've just not been in the best mood lately

Kurt definitely feels rejected easily (so does Steve, although I think they handle slightly neglectful parents in... different ways)

Prompt: 37) I thought you didn’t love me anymore

Kurt Kunkle x reader

How had your day been so shitty?

Your phone ran out of battery so you had no alarm, with Kurt not needing one that early. And then Kurt was clinging to you so much this morning, looking all rejected and like a kicked puppy because he woke up and you wouldn’t cuddle with him for even two minutes. Then your car wouldn’t start so you had to decide between booking a spree, or seeing if Kurt was ready to drive you to work in his sweatpants, and literally them alone. Work was just a mess, as usual. And you didn’t even get to eat lunch because you had to catch up on so many things that you wouldn’t have been able to even call Kurt to bring you something, like you did most busy days, or when you just wanted to see him. And then, the heel of your shoe split. So for about three hours you were walking around work with the slapping sound of your shoe accompanying you every single step.

You didn’t ask Kurt to pick you up, because a few days of the week you’d carpool back with some work friends who lived close. Even if Kurt swore he didn’t mind (and that he’d love to pick you up every day) you knew it was better for the environment, and Kurt wouldn’t have to deny clients, and you wouldn’t have to wait for him, and it gave you time to bitch with your colleagues away from bosses ears; it was just a good system.

At least that had gone smoothly. Although you didn’t feel like talking much during the ride. Not even about how your boss had been riding your ass one one of your more infuriating days you could remember in recent history. You wanted to pull your hair out.

But eventually your friends car stopped outside your home, and you waved a tired goodbye to everyone, noisily walking down to your front door. Dropping your keys on the floor.

Great. Just another beautiful addition to the day.

If you hadn’t been zoning out for your own sanity, you would’ve heard the commotion behind your front door.

As soon as you stepped into your home, you had your 5’11 boyfriend eagerly running at you, and a camera right in your face. It literally hit your nose, because Kurt slipped a little.

“Yes! Oh guys. And here we have my beautiful partner- oop- sorry babe.” Kurt tried to brush your nose, in his excitement of filming, kind of just hitting your face.

You only blinked in a small stupor. You were so out of it you didn’t even know if Kurt was livestreaming you, or just filming. God you hoped it wasn’t the first.

“And- yeah- today-!” Kurt placed his arm around your shoulder, and held the camera up at both of you. So you could see your face in the other screen, looking subdued and done, compared to Kurts cool and excited smile, energy always radiating off him. It wasn’t transferrable through touch it seemed.

“Today we’re pranking y/n! Aha, totally kidding babe! Bu-Although, I guess one- you could say that, that’s a prank in itself!” Kurt made a kind of thinking/mind blown gesture to his camera. Having spoken too quickly, his first sentence about pranking you hadn’t even sunk in.

At least you could tell he was only recording now. He used this camera for hand held pre-recording, he said he preferred it for editing with his computer. Your boyfriend had a lot of cameras. You swear you’d end up finding some secretly recording you two, maybe for ‘a year in my life’ or something.

You took a deep breath. Kurt was high energy. That wasn’t a downfall of him, you were just pissy today. You couldn’t ruin his fun. “Hey Kurt?” You gently placed your hand over his arm, Kurt finally looking at you, versus just looking at the camera, or at the image of you on there, which you hated when he was talking to you. You lowered his arm smoothly, getting his big brown eyes on you. “I’m very glad you’re not pranking me. But you think your avid followers could wait an extra day for an upload? Or could you at least go into another room?”

You were either going to binge on the couch, sleep in your bed, masturbate furiously, or have a bath, and you didn’t really want Kurt accidentally recording either of those things.

Luckily, to Kurts testament, and probably from being used to dealing with you, he switched off the camera straight away. Or maybe he knew it just wouldn’t make good content. He finally turned to you, his face significantly more downtrodden than before you’d walked in the door, which only made your chest feel heavier.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, seeming much more like himself now. Which you did prefer. You thought about kissing him on the cheek, but you were too tired, and in a split second decision you moved over to the couch, brushing your hand over his arm instead. “It’s just too much, today.”

“Well- what’s too much?” Kurt asked, still standing there, dumbly looking down at you.

“The fucking camera, Kurt.” You quickly but not harshly got out, only swearing after a long day, not at him. Rubbing your face in your hands, which meant Kurt didn’t get a chance to see what you were thinking much more than that.

When you did peek through your fingers, sliding your hands down your face, you saw your boyfriend still standing there. Lips pursed, all twisted up, and breathing a little heavily. He looked like he didn’t know what to think. Although when Kurt started to feel just that less open, you found it much harder to tell what he was thinking.

But Kurt’s heavy breathing was getting to you. Just like the sound your shoe had been making all day. Just like the way he was staring at you, looking so... fuck, you didn’t know what! And like how every little thing had been getting to you all day. And now your heart was loud in your ears and you couldn’t stop feeling sweaty and Kurt was still just looking at you and-

“Kurt if you have something to say just say it!”

That felt good for about two seconds. Some sort of release. But then it felt awful.

When you looked back up to Kurt you knew your eyes would’ve been sharp, and Kurt’s face shifted. He looked stoney faced again, like he did when he was really not letting anything slip by, and without saying a word, Kurt stormed to his room, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed loudly, it slipping into a groan as you threw your head back against the sofa cushion, whining.

He probably knew to just give you some space.

After about ten minutes of having the tv on loud enough to block out any of your own thoughts, but not to overstimulate you further, you felt better. Calmer. And you felt bad for snapping at Kurt.

You decided now was probably the right time to go and apologise, maybe get a snuggle in with him on the bed, if he wasn’t mad at you.

You switched the tv off and started walking towards your shared bedroom. You remembered that stoney look on his face and you knew what it was. You knew he bottled up his emotions sometimes. So with a sigh, you went down the hallway towards your room.

...Panicking, when you heard the sounds coming from it. You opened your door wide, and saw Kurt bundled under the sheets, facing your door, crying.

The bottle had spilled.

Kurt was looking up at you with drowned brown and red eyes, hurt clear in them. He’d tried to bury of much of himself under the blankets as possible, with his head still poking out, hair a mess. And his sleeves and collar were wet with tears and snot, wrecked cries coming from his heaving chest.

“Kurt!! Honey!” You ran over to him, squatting down by his side and placing your hand on top of his that was gripping the quilt, Kurt still sniffing at you, crying.

“I- I thought... maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”

Shock overtook your face. Gripping his hand in yours, your other hand pushing back the quilt just a little so you could stroke through his hair. “No baby! Never.”

You two didn’t have many real arguments, and it was tearing Kurt up.

Kurt sniffled, little hiccups going through him. “I know I can be annoying, I’m sorry.”

“No.” You stood very firmly on this. Kneeling on the ground instead so you were more steady, your hand holding his cheek, and shaking his held hand with your certainty. “No you’re not annoying. I promise you Kurt, don’t say that.”

Kurts cries were quieter, but tears still slipped past his face. Past his nose, and cheeks, and down his pouting lips. “I know I can be too much for you.”

“No, Kurt baby, I love your energy. Your enthusiasm for the world.” You stroked his cheek, squeezing his hand so he knew you were still there, even if his eyes were set on you. “I love that about you, I love it so much. I’ve never thought you were too much, never.”

Kurts fingers moved a little to be able to tap at your wrist, his lips screwing up like a fresh wave of tears were about to overtake him. But quickly breathing when you mimicked a big breath, getting him to breathe with you, which he did. Letting a shaky blow of air out, before continuing. Voice still a bit wobbly, but flipping his hand up so he could hold yours now.

“Because you left without letting me hold you this morning too.” Kurt whined. “A-And, and you got a Spree that wasn’t mine. And you never even called me all day.”

It was like Kurt had been waiting for you to get home, and you didn’t even want to see him!

Kurts words were almost breaking, but definitely warming your heart. You felt bad all these little things today had been adding up for him as well, but at the same time the way he whined, the way he just wanted to hold you. “Kurt, baby, you were so tired this morning, I didn’t want you to crash.” You smiled gently, cupping his face between both your hands, which you could tell Kurt loved.

You leaned up to kiss him, even if his lips were all salty, and when you came back down Kurt had stopped sniffling, stopped whining, stopped crying. Finally calm after you reassured him, after you held him. Still looking at you though, with those big wet eyes.

“I promise you Kurt, I’ll let you cuddle me as much as you want from now on. Because I love you.”

Kurt tackled you with a hug. His front half bursting out of the bed, and clinging his arms around you anywhere he could get. His warm cheeks pressed to the top of your head as you caught him, in a hug you eagerly returned.

At this point, it was just easier to fall. So you let Kurt slip out the bed, holding his lower back carefully, as you helped him ‘fall’ on top of you, bringing your own back down to your bedroom floor, and letting your boyfriend lay his full weight on top of you. And by the happy murmuring’s right in your ear, you could tell it was a decision Kurt enjoyed.

You giggled, hugging his waist back tightly, as your other arm held his shoulders, your hand moving up, and stroking through his brown hair, massaging your poor boyfriends head. Who lay a wet kiss on your shoulder, in thanks.

“I’m sorry I was a grumpy pants, I love you Kurt.” You kissed his flamed cheek, hugging your soft boyfriend close. “Never forget it.”

#Kurt Kunkle/reader #Kurt Kunkle hurt/comfort #Kurt Kunkle drabble #Kurt Kunkle angst #Kurt Kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #spree 2020 #anon #ask

[slasherbvnnie]

Character List

Glad you made it here, below are a few characters I am willing to write for or have already written for. You can use this as an aid to help ask for requests! If you have a request for a character that is not here, send a message in my ask box about them and I’ll get back to you on if I can make your request or not! 

Please keep in mind I will NOT write about minors. All characters mentioned will be aged 18+ in anything I write.

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Draco Malfoy

-George Weasley

-Fred Weasley

-Ron Weasley

-Neville Longbottom (best boy)

Heathers

-Jason Dean aka J.D.

-Veronica Sawyer

Scream

-Billy Loomis

-Stu Macher

-Ethan Landry

-Charlie Walker

Marvel

-Peter Parker

-Steve Rogers

-Namor

Stranger Things

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Billy Hargrove

-Vecna (uncrispy ver.)

Random

-Brahams

-Kurt Kunkle

-Harvey Kinkle

-Nicholas Scratch

-Joe Goldberg

-Tate Langdon

#character list #request #fluff #smut #angst #theboy #stranger things #YOU #american horror story #marvel #scream #heathers #harry potter #spree! #kurt kunkle #chilling adventures of sabrina

[sejanusbaby]

hey, everyone! so i wanted to pop on here and just say that things have been really busy! i turn 21 tomorrow and i’m having a party. things have been hectic. but my requests are still open! i write for kurt kunkle now too! so send in any ideas that you want.

my ships are also open again, so send me a description of your looks, personality, hobbies, and what fandom you want out of these ones, your gender preference, and i’ll pair you with someone!

#stranger things #x reader #imagine #smut #headcanon #eddie munson #fluff #angst #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #ships requests #steve harrington x reader #joseph quinn x reader #billy hargrove #jim hopper #nancy wheeler #robin buckley x reader #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #spree

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

First Meetings + Touches With The Slashers

How you meet and how your first touch goes

Headcanons

Sfw, fluff, some angst, slashers learning how love works and sort of failing</3, GN reader

Includes: Martin Mathias, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers (RZ), Norman Bates, Kurt Kunkle

💉Martin Mathias

It was.. awkward.

you were spinning slowly on the roundabout thing at the park with Martin

it was late at night, pitch black out, and you guys were just existing together, talking only every now and then

youve done this since martin moved into town

you guys met when he delivered a package to your house and when you came to put it away for your mother you instantly wanted to know this kid

he looked around your age and you think he felt the same

so you guys just became friends and sat in the silence of the other like this often

you did most of the talking as Martin just watched silently, only chiming in every once in a while when something really caught his interest

at some point deep into a comfortably one sided conversation, your hand slid slightly and gently rested on his

you didnt notice, but oh god he did

he just stared at your hands and shifted uncomfortably but not in a disgusted or hateful way, more like a cautious and unsure way

it took a moment before you looked over and realized and you moved your hand back almost immediately

he just stared at you with those puppy eyes, mouth slightly open showing the tips of his front teeth (cute stuff yknow?)

You apologized but he just,,, stared. scanned you. observed you.

it took a moment before anyone spoke, and shockingly, it was him

"Its ok. your hands are warm.. s'okay. I promise." and he said it so soft and in that awkwardly boyish manner that he has

that made you smile gently, easing the tension, putting your hand back in its spot comfortably

it was a peaceful night and an even more peaceful comfort between you two

🗝Brahms Heelshire

the actual first time he touched you wasnt even when you were awake

that wall freak snuck into your room when you were asleep and petted you basically

but the first time when you were awake was when he decided it was finally time

he just couldnt wait to reveal himself any longer, he would go insane if he had to watch his goodnight kisses be wasted on some hollow porcelain again and again

he tried to be gentle, soft, tried not to scare you

of course you were damn near terrified to death

a tall and strangely muscular man just lumbered out of the wall, the very same walls youve spent months in between, months living with, and yet never once did you think they were a living space themselves

it took you time before you could calm down, painfully long before you even let brahms take a step closer to you

but when you let him, he was overjoyed

he gently grabbed you and nearly swallowed you with his arms, taking a very obvious and harsh sniff of your hair

that was the first of many lingering hugs and touches so you should probably adjust to this new life soon- for your own sanity

🔪RZ Michael Myers

oh, and make a new list of rules

you werent supposed to be there, actually

there was a halloween party going on at the myers house (and it wasnt even a good one smh)

you didnt want to go but your friends didnt want to walk alone (and they definitely needed a chaperone to walk them home)

so you walked them there, dropped them off, and gave them a time when youd be back to wrangle them (also chastising them for disrespecting the house and the myers family so horribly)

you had a nice evening to yourself, 0 worries, watching some slasher films alone (house of wax, wolf creek, house of 1000 corpses, yknow the good stuff)

time to get your friends unfortunately *sigh*

you turn off the tv and make your way to the myers house

there are.. a lot.. A LOT.. of police

in a panic you sprinted through every shortcut possible to make it there

one of those shortcuts was through bushes and in between neighboring houses fences

thats where you bumped into him

you looked up and froze, fear paralysis, staring at the blood splattered ghost white face- no- mask

from your end, you were sure you were gonna die

from michaels end, he didnt know what to do with you

he saw you ramble on about how these dumb drunks should just let the myers family rest and they were disrespecting them and blahblahblah

because of that he wasnt going to kill you

but here you guys are, body pressed on body, between bushes and fences, staring at eachother

he made the first move and you flinched and blocked your head with your arms instinctively

he didnt do anything, just left you there to collapse into a ball of fear and confusion

anyways he had to contemplate why he liked the warmth of your body against his so much (and why its been in his mind for weeks after the incident)

oh also ur friends are dead :p

🛎Norman Bates

you were just a normal guest

just passing through but it got late and it isnt safe to drive when youre so sleepy

so you pulled into the nearest motel you could find and low and behold its the bates motel!

you got your stuff and checked in

you just assumed norman was this shaky and nervous around everyone

norman knows hes not. at least not to the degree that you made him

god the moment he layed his little puppy dog eyes on you he was in shambles

you are the definition of what he desires

mothers pissed!

he helped you bring your stuff to your room and you guys talked about anything and everything

he invited you to eat dinner with him after you mentioned you hadnt eaten

you unfortunately refused because your exhausted tanked your hunger by a long shot

as he was going to leave you touched his arm gently, a friendly touch

you thanked him and he shakily gave a thank you back for choosing his motel and being so kind and being so gentle and for being so- he should really get going now before he rambles too much and loses his dignity, shouldnt he?

you laughed softly at his behavior and gave him a kind goodnight before closing the door and readying yourself to sleep

norman basically booked it back to his house

mother had an earful for him but he was so dazed and stupid from the things he was feeling for you

the absence of your warm fingertips on his arm made him crazy, he wanted longer touches and he wanted to feel that warmth endlessly

he was very adamant you stay in the bates motel again soon when you checked out the next morning (much to mothers dismay)

📱Kurt Kunkle

he was your spree driver (so unexpected ikr)

you got into his car when he pulled up and happily greeted him

he liked your kindness, he likes not awful people a ton

was real awkward with you but you didnt seem to mind (you were also a little awkward so it was like a mutual thing)

you asked him about the cameras and he told you it was for some webseries about safety as a driver or something (he said it very strangely so you kinda didnt trust him)

you leaned forward to talk with him more and you guys really hit it off

he thought you were cool, you thought he was a total weirdo

perfect match

the drive was painfully short though so you had to leave soon after you got in

when you got out you knocked on his window and complimented his service

you also gave him your number and he gladly took it

after exchanging numbers you placed your hand on his shoulder while thanking him

he went RED and stuttered out a 'your welcome' and also rambled about how hed love to drive you more often and stuff

after you left dude had to take a BREATHER

he wants you back in his car NEOW

rides the high that your touch gave him for the rest of the day (even a little bit the next day too)

#slasher headcanons #slasher fanfiction #rz myers x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #norman bates x reader #martin mathias x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #gn reader #loser4loserswhok1ll

[emsgoodthinkin]

smut-fluff-angst [MDNI]

Never did this before - virgin Eddie x virgin reader after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer

How he fucks - experienced Eddie x perv reader

Subconsciously you’ve always been unaware of how obliviously perverted you are, and Eddie finally takes matters into his own hands

King Steve doesn’t exist - (steddie)

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

The band-aid to my wounds - Older!Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington x Kurt Kunkle x reader

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

Headcanons/ blurbs

Ghost!Eddie

Eddie gets off watching you lick a lollipop

UPS!Driver Eddie

Eddie admiring ftm bf Steve

Physical therapist Eddie

(Joe Quinn headshot)

(Naughty Poetry for Joe)

GOth eddie moodboard

(Joes an ass man)

You’re a creep for Eddie too

Biker Eddie admiring his stripper gf

Forced to watch jealous Eddie jerk off

Eddie loves a fat 🐱

Toxic fuck boy Eddie

Virgin you needs Eddie NOW

Obsessed with Eddie’s BALLS

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Mean Eddie still being nice with your TMJ

Pissing off dom/ switch Eddie

Eddie watching his black gf dance

Eddie loves Doja Cat

Eddie fucking you to Enter Sandman

Eddie watching his gf get off in her wheelchair

Eddie’s soft fem black gf

Gangster Eddie / pt 2

Eddie steals you in the night

Hippie Eddie moodboard

You and Eddie are big pervs

Eddie talking himself towards an orgasm

Eddie licking your cum

Gross virgin loser Eddie does porn pt 2 gross Eddie

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Older Eddie cumming struggles

Older Eddie loves all your holes

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Butler Eddie

Street dancer Eddie

⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬

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[dreamties]

Slashers with a sweet & shy pushover GN! reader

A/n- I should be just about arriving to the airport by the time this posts (so I won’t be able to check it at all)- but I really hope everyone likes this! I’d love to hear from everyone <333

T/W: Swearing, inferences to non-con (not by the slashers !!), cringy pick up line I got off the web 😭, uhhh maybe other stuff? I think that might be it though. A teeny bit of angst tho!

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher and Kurt Kunkle

Brahms Heelshire

you would follow his rules so well !! afraid that messing up even a single step will end in catastrophe (you couldn't disappoint the Heelshires like that 😔)

before meeting face to face with Brahms- and you still thought you were just taking care of a doll -you never purposefully broke a rule. not once. and this is something he had never seen his other nannies do !! he's impressed and curious, and begins to feel much more comfortable with the idea of heading out of the walls to greet you.

you're definitely thoroughly spooked when you actually meet him !!

but your reaction, frankly, surprises him. he's met with confusion, sure. but also curiosity and a sense of wonder.

your not scared- which maybe you should have been. but you were given no reason to assume that this man could be of danger to you.

you don't leap into his arms (though he would've been quite thrilled by that!), but you don't run away screaming, either. it takes some soft explanation from Brahms, but you adapt to it. you invite him down for lunch. quietly letting him know there'd be sandwiches, and you'd cut off the crusts just the way he likes it.

Brahms is an extremely handsy and clingy boy ! you're just completely oblivious to his advances though, poor Y/n :(

you're always getting upset when you have to deal with the rat traps, and it's not like Brahms is gonna help you- that ain't his job. the most of support you might receive from him is staying nearby to you as you clean them out. despite how upsetting it was for you, you handle the dead rats with care and respect.

I think having someone like you in his life really helps him,, mature in a way.

like when he throws fits, you always get so scared and start crying

and...he might not be totally aware that he is causing that at first, but over time Brahms starts to notice. and he feels awful about doing this to you.

"Y/n?" Brahms calms himself, reaching out to you in a tiny, quieted voice. He tilts his head, giving a worried look at your shaking form. You're covering your eyes with your hands.

You turn away from him, discreetly lifting your hands to wipe away your tears and then move them back into place with the same ease- perfecting the weeping image. Your throat feels tight, and even as you try to let your boyfriend know that it's okay, you're fine, it comes out warbled. Brahms frowns behind his mask. "I hurt you?" You shake your head in your hands. "Sorry, no, no- I. I'm sorry." "It's okay." "But-but-- I'm supposed to be taking care of you and-" you try to muffle your words. "My yelling hurt you?" He asks again. You finally drop your hands to your lap and twist your body to look at him. He's genuine about it, his eyes boring into your form. You simply nod. Your tear streaked face displayed entirely to Brahms. He brings a large, shaky hand to cradle your face. You lean into it as he says he's sorry again and again.

Brahms would adore being able to pull you close and cuddle up with you so much !! all soft and cuddly like a lil teddy bear

it is SO hard to say no to him, and he nearly always gets his way because of your push over nature :(

he will not be standing up for you, unless it's against other people or intruders (he's protective of you, just not from him...)

Bo Sinclair

Bo totally freaks you out at first !!

he's just so,,, him. and he's stubborn on changing. he's got a bit of a temper and tends to be loud (and violent) when he's angry. that's all he really knows how to be.

when you finally come around to him...I think it would be after witnessing a softer side of him. like he's feeling sad and avoiding his feelings, and just focuses on his work and doesn't talk much. cause he doesn't want to yell at you. and when you're given time alone with him, you offer to be his shoulder to cry on, and accept him with gentle caution. he doesn't accept it...but he doesn't flip out in a burst of anger. it's progress. and it shows the two of you are comfortable with each other.

He doesn't apologize much. He hates admitting that he's in the wrong, but if he ever makes you cry, then he's quick to comfort you.

That feels so unforgivable.

He'll promise though- kissing your forehead, cheek, then lips- that he'll be better. For you, for the sanctuary of Ambrose, for the love of his brothers; he'll be better, kinder. He'll lose cracked and falling bits from his angry facade.

and it sort of...works? Your kindness runs off on him, and he can slowly afford to be better towards you and maybe even his brothers. But damn it, Y/n, he ain't boutta be treating his victims like real visitors anytime soon. Whether you like that or not.

He stands up for you all the time. EVEN against his brothers! :O

If any visitors say shit to you, then you know for sure, they'll be hell to pay

It's just Bo's love language <33

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent isn't shy but...he does keep to himself more.

like...he has to participate in the killings. but he does that to keep himself and his brothers safe. to keep the town hidden. it's what he needs to do.

what he likes to do though, is stay in his work room, and create his wax sculptures. or lounge in his room, sketching. which I think is great for you, I'd imagine it would be pretty overwhelming for you to be around all of the brothers, all the time. but having that one on one time?? that's all the two of you really need. is that. each other.

speaking of him sketching !!

he loves sketching you. you're his muse. after he's done he'll gently slide it into your hands, for you to take a look. no matter how many times he does this, you always get so happy and end up as a blushy, blubbering mess. like !! vinnie !! ur so sweet !! i dont deserve this !! *tearing up from pure joy and the feeling of being completely and wholly loved*

Just because you’re a pushover does not mean you don’t have strong feelings! You can get really upset easily, but it’s much harder to actually share with Vince what’s wrong.

since he’s generally quieter (and watches from the shadows a lot :O)— he’s very perceptive. He’s often able to figure out when you’re upset before you begin showing it, y’know?

you’re not crying (yet) but there’s a twisted & scrunched line between ur brows that you’re desperately trying to smooth out— by willing your emotions to go.

but that’s not how that goes :( you’re only hurting yourself, love

Vincent will scoop you up and carry you to the bedroom. He’ll sign to you, asking what’s wrong. Petting your hair as he watches and/or listens for your response.

Lester Sinclair

Lester and Vincent are the only men I'd trust with an s/o like this

I think it would take a little longer for you to fully adjust to Lester though, he's so much louder and more out going than you are !! it's a lot to take in. but he's also such a sweetie, the two of you complement each other so well <3

Lester WILL stand up for you with passerby's and "guests" but I think has so much respect and love but also this terrified feeling around his brothers that he has a very tough time letting them know when boundaries are crossed.

if it’s emotional stuff, okay. Whatever. He hates that Bo can just— act like such a jackass to you with no repercussions! But…he’s Les’ brother. What can he do?

if it’s physical boundaries being crossed- Lester is slow to it at first, but he may start a physical fight with his brother(s).

Michael and Lester are akin to each other in this way, but Les openly expresses it more: how has he picked up such a lovely partner? He’s just the ol’ scraggly, road kill guy.

you seem to always see the best in people (or just naively unaware of your constant danger. . .)

will definitely try his best to get you out of your shell !! But is very understanding if it makes ya anxious doing certain stuff.

you’ll go with him to pick up the animals left out to rot!

you’re not real big on handling them the first few years you live in Ambrose, but the closer you get with ur boyfriend and the more accustomed you are to his way of life— you help him bring them to his truck and drop off ones you don’t need to decompose into the earth.

you won’t skin any animals with him- you’re still pretty timid when it comes to watching him do it.

but you’ll help clean his knives

And delicately scrub the dirt off his face, till he’s bright and new and fresh

and in return- not because of all the sweet things you’ve done (though he mighty appreciates it) but how much he loves you- he brings you to bed in his house. Getting the both of you comfortably under the sheets, tangled your legs with each other’s and the cooling features of your comforter. He’ll hold your head, your face, his entire love in his tough, overworked hands. Kissing your nose and wiping the tears before they meet his skin.

Michael Myers

oh, people yelling freaks you out??? well good news for you, because this man doesn't talk- at all !!*

*well okay, he does a little bit but-

I think Michael would be super confused on how he ended up with you in his life. you're all the things he isn't.

your kind and tender, and incredibly patient with Michael. you rarely get upset with how Michael functions. he's quiet and near emotionless, but you'll take him in your arms with care regardless.

while he may not be anything like you- that doesn't mean he should be treated like a monster. he's done a lot of dark things, but he isn't all the bad things he's done. he's more than his bad behaviors. and there's this raw sense of innocence to you. it's not that you don't know about everything he's done, and you're not ignoring it. but you're able to see everything that's underneath. and no one has ever been able to do that to Michael before. not at Smithsgrove, with Loomis and other doctors constantly surrounding him, poking and prodding, trying to figure out what made him tick. what was inherently wrong with his being.

just because he had murdered once didn't mean that it would happen again. it was a darkness that simmered beneath him. it was preventable.

you treat him as anything but a monster

it's that "sorry, but they asked for NO pickles" meme, except Michael's just standing there with a knife to some dudes throat, while you nervously hold your burger, shaking like a wet cat

You present yourself with all honesty, Michael can learn to be himself around you. Whoever he is

He likes that he can just sit in the same room as you, and do individual activities and not have to talk. But still having the comfort you're nearby <3

He'll show you his little "craft projects" and may even invite you to help out.

I'd imagine still being pretty nervous to help out though- it's not like you think he'll hurt you if you mess up, but that shy, anxious energy coursing through you says otherwise.

back tracking a bit— Michael is killing every single fucker that thinks it’s even remotely okay to mess with you. Or talk to you. Or. Breathe in ur direction.

he’s just Extra Extra protective with an F/O like this haha

love this guy <3

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

these boys will tease you so much about it !!

but...if anyone else tries anything they may or may not end up dead the next day :)

they can't do that to every person though because that would "raise suspicion" or whatever. they'll definitely be chewed out for making fun of their baby though >:(

Also!! Billy will encourage you to stand up for yourself. he loves you and he feels so GOOD being able to protect you from any harms but dammit Y/n :\\ it hurts him to see you shoved around like that

Stu will be embarrassing the hell out of you every pick-up line he gets!

“Feel my shirt,” he tells you. You look up with a muddled confusion.

“I’m sorry?” You squeak out. Stu’s mind briefly wanders, I wonder if there are any good mouse ones. . .cheese? Hmm— next time. Yeah.

“Feel it,” he tries again, holding the hem of his sweater out for you to touch. He wiggles his eyes at you and you can’t help but cover your face at his expression.

“C’mon,” he whines. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like his little jokes but they’d been so consistent over the past few weeks. You’re boyfriend was a nutjob. But oh, did you love him. You laugh to yourself, feeling the fabric. It’s so soft- you want to bury your head in his chest. “Do you know what it’s made of?” You quirk a brow at him. ”Boyfriend material!” He grins, his whole aura beaming with a sunshine glow. The dust of pink and warmth on your cheeks blossom and you hide behind your hands, as Stu can’t help cracking himself up— finally covering your form in his. God, you were so cute when you were embarrassed.

Kurt Kunkle

Kurt loves doing those trendy couple tags and challenges- in hopes that'll help his channel grow and he'll get more recognition :)

he absolutely drags you into these...even if you don't want to

he shows you off a lot, which makes you so nervous !! but he's so proud and excited to call you his partner <333

He kind of just. Ignores your anxiety and pushes you out of your comfort zone. Like all the time. you'll be fine!!! He promises. C'mon! Join him! Pleasseeeeee !!!!

you still try your best to be patient with him though, even if he's not always really patient with you.

As for soft cuddly time with his precious, beautiful partner that deserves literally everything??? Oh baby, he's all over you.

He adores being allowed just. In your presence.

You're so sweet to him. He could drown in the warmth of your arms spread wide, clinging onto his body, fingers curling in the fabric of his tee-- cuddling like he's a big teddy. It's cute. He wishes he could see it from at outsiders pov

There will be no Kurt making you cry in this household !!! No, no...you poor darlins.

He totally messes up a lot though, and you'll tear up even at his mistakes.

He's recording an intro for his channel and his voice is a little too loud. It catches something more stern one night while playing Fort Nite on stream, jokingly calling out a commenter.

He won't rush to care for you right a way, but he'll awkwardly hold you in his arms and try to kiss away your tears <33

Kurt is a little wacky but he's also just suuuuuuch a fucking sweetie, cutie, whatever. All of the pet names 🥰

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Joe Keery, Joseph Quinn and characters masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! DM ME OR ADD A COMMENT! Updated- immediately after posting an imagine. The genres (ig that’s why you call them) i write about are angst, fluff and dad! imagines. I DO NOT WRITE SMUT x

Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery + characters masterlist (makes it easier for everyone)

masterlist 2

Joe Keery

Imagines

baby

forever

little mix

love island

scared (1)

scared (2)

love

more than a friendship

family walks

recoupling

jacket

fight

grazed knees

wrap party

breech position

safe

casa amor

test

twitter

shouting matches

sleepy cuddles

sad hugs

sad hugs 2

family videos

baby kisses

lie detector

shouting

‘in love’

‘twice in one day?’

anxious

hair cut

baby number 2

series

love island masterlist

Steve Harrington

Imagines

“i love her, Steve”

“why would you keep that from me?”

beautiful boy

hurt

cuddles

cheat (1)

cheat (2)

vecna

dead?

keys

pregnancy glow

keys 2

girly

“i’m not okay, i have a baby growing inside me”

rings

scars

twins?

series

coming soon….

Kurt Kunkle

Imagines

the lesson

camgirl

“i like you” “no you don’t”

series

coming soon….

Walter ‘Keys’ Mckay

Imagines

pretty in pink

Series

coming soon….

Joseph Quinn

Imagines

‘in love’

birth

comic con

day in the life

sick

homesick

late nights

co-parents

infertile

co-parents 2

“get out”

infertile 2

“you left me!”

infertile 3 

step mum

mornings

stubbornness

falls

meeting her

infertile 4

break up?

father’s day

exposed

“oh god”

Series

infertile series masterlist

Eddie Munson

Imagines

ballerina

out of love

just a best friend

just a best friend 2

out of love 2

Series

coming soon…..

Tom Grant

Imagines

smashed

Series

coming soon….

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