kurtsworld96 is your biggest fan and the last thing he expects is for you to follow him back.

pairing: kurt kunkle x twitch streamer!reader words: 3.1k contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) mutual masturbation (fem and male), sexting, phone sex, dirty talk, lil bit of drooling, kurt's packing, pet names (angel, baby), kurt is a massive sub, virgin!kurt, praise kink, kurt likes loves being told he's a good boy, pussy pronouns, no use of y/n, female reader, she/her pronouns for reader.

author's note: day 5 of the 2k followers special! my first kurt fic. kurt smut has a special place in my heart, he's my favourite loser. stardew valley mention because i fucking love that game. please enjoy some shameless smut.

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kurtsworld96: want to cum on ur tits

You see the comment before one of your mods deletes it and your lips twitch as you try not to laugh. You got a lot of creeps—like a lot—and this kurtsworld96 just seemed to be another one.

“This Kurt guy—dude, you’re probably like a twelve year old virgin. Go watch porn or something instead of harassing me on stream,” you say bluntly before your eyes flicker back to your monitor where you were in the depths (level 84 to be exact) of Skull Cavern in Stardew Valley.

You had been streaming for nearly five hours and the last two of those had been trying to reach level 100 of the caverns. It was your first time trying and your body felt tense from the adrenaline that had been steadily pumping through you throughout the game. You told yourself you would stream for six hours but your body felt like it was thrumming beneath your skin. You wanted to end the stream early, perhaps have a glass of wine and use that new vibrator a brand had sent you.

You manage to make it to level 90 before a serpent kills you. Again.

“Stupid fucking thing!” You huff, slamming a hand down onto your desk as your chat explodes with messages of encouragement to ‘try again!’ and ‘keep going!’.

But only one message really catches your eye.

Idk, should I make this an entire oneshot orrrrr. . .

passenger princess

pairing - kurt kunkle x female!reader word count: 1.6k

summary: your boyfriend, kurt, has been trying to get you to passenger princess his spree rides for months. you finally give in, and he’s thrilled to spend time with you.

contains & warnings: fluff, soft!kurt, pre-established relationship, make out session.

authors note: this was an anon request

kurt had been asking you for months if you would passenger princess while he drove for spree. you turned it down everytime. it seemed boring, tiring, and you hated being in a car with strangers.

yesterday, something in you finally snapped when he arrived to your apartment with a slightly wilted bundle of flowers held together by a rubber band. you asked what they were for, and he asked again if you would go with him so he didn’t have to be alone all night.

you knew your boyfriend was needy, that much was obvious, he didn’t like to be alone. he must’ve caught you on a good night, because something in you would’ve rather stepped on glass than said no to those big brown eyes once he told you he just wanted to be out with you, so people could see. see that someone like you, was with someone like him. so you said yes, of course you said yes. how could you say no when those eyes were pleading with you?

his car smelt like air freshener that you could get for free at a dealership, and vape juice. it was honestly giving you a headache, but everything faded when you turned your head and saw him grinning uncontrollably as he drove.

you let out a soft laugh as you watched him “what’s with the face?” he looked entirely thrilled as he turned his head to look at you and just shrugged sheepishly. you shook your head with a slight blush spreading across your cheeks. it was so cute when he’d get like this, all shy and soft, even though he knows what your insides feel like.

the first few riders went by in a rush, kurt spent the entire time telling them that you were his girlfriend. they’d look up in disbelief, and kurt would turn his wide eyed gaze on you for confirmation. you’d nod with a amused smile and earn a scoff from whoever was in the back seat. some people might have been offended by this, but kurt thrived on it. he loved bragging about you to anyone he could, and since he didn’t really have any friends, he bragged to spree customers. the rest of the conversation with the riders was minimal, he attempted to make conversation but they all seemed wary of him. he was awkward, after all.

after finishing dropping off the fifth customer, he started driving up to the hills. you didn’t even notice how far he was driving from azusa until you saw the signs for malibu.

“kurt? where are we going?” your tone was the gentle voice you always used with him, knowing how sensitive he was, but with a ting of confusion.

“oh! jus- just trust me? I have a thing.. for us! it’s kinda a surprise” he chewed on his lip nervously as he spoke. you just nodded and made a small hum of acceptance.

after about forty five minutes of silence between you, only broken by kurts dj mix playing obnoxiously loud through the speakers, he pulled his sedan onto a gravel overlook that faced the city lights and hills. you turned to look at him and almost melted at the soft look in his eyes.

“kurtie…?” you whispered to the space in between the two of you.

he looked impossibly proud of himself. maybe for thinking of it, or maybe for keeping it a secret from you. kurt was terrible at secrets. he unbuckled his seatbelt clumsily with a soft smile on his face “don’t look yet? just close your eyes!” his cheeks were pink with blush, you just wanted to pinch them.

you closed your eyes with a soft smile, he made you blush more than any “smooth talker” would’ve.

his voice was hushed and giddy as he began to get out of his side of the car “okay.. okay.. keep em closed! this is gonna be epic.. ive been planning this for when you finally agreed” you couldn’t tell if he was just whispering to himself or if it was meant for you. he began rummaging in his trunk for awhile.

minutes later, your car door opened and he was taking your hands, tugging like an impatient toddler. “c’mon, careful!” his tone was still giddy. it made you feel giddy in return.

“okay! okay! im coming!” your voice was tinged with a soft laughter.

you opened your eyes and were met with an attempt at a picnic. it was a sheet from his room, a single slightly squashed cupcake, a clumsily wrapped box, and a bag of those hot chips he claimed to like. he’d start complaining about how hot they were after maybe ten.

“kurt… baby.. this is-“ you were genuinely shocked, kurt wasn’t much of a romantic. he loved you, and you knew that, but he’d never been in a relationship before so he wasn’t very good at knowing how to plan “dates”. his ideal date was doing a food review for his channel. you looked over at him and he was biting his nails, slightly rocking on his heels. he looked so hopeful and so anxious.

“it’s like.. an anniversary thing! for the first time you’ve gone spreeing with me!”

your heart fluttered in your chest “oh baby… if i would’ve known it meant this much to you, i would’ve come with you months ago”

he blushed as you called him baby, he always did. he rubbed the back of his neck. “well.. y’know.. you mean.. a lot to me”

you leaned over and kissed him softly, feeling his body melt against you, going completely pliant against your lips. when you pulled back he was flustered and grinning. “open the gift? it’s not super expensive but i thought of you!”

he walked you over to the sheet spread against the hillside and picked up the present as he sat beside you, close enough for your thighs to touch. you opened it carefully to reveal a silver necklace with a heart pendant in the middle. it looked flimsy and cheap, probably could’ve bought it from a quarter machine at the mall, but the effort that went into it made it look like the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen.

“i love it, kurtie… put it on f’me?” whispering gently to the night air. he immediately nodded frantically as if he had been waiting all night, and took the necklace into his hands. it took a minute for him to finally get it on, muttering to himself in frustration when his fingers would slip on the clasp. when he finally got it, he leaned in and pressed the softest most hesitant kiss to the side of your neck under your ear.

“you.. you’re like really beautiful” he sounded so shy, you turned your head to make eye contact with him.

“you say that everytime” you hoped he would continue to say it everyday forever.

he just nodded in response “well.. you.. y’know. you get like.. more beautiful everytime i see you” kurt was bad at flirting, and was beyond awkward with compliments but the sincerity in his statement made your heart leap as you shuffled closer and began to stroke his cheek. a goofy smirk took over his face as he looked at you.

“how did i get so lucky, hm?” you whispered against his lips as you continued to stroke his cheek

he left out a soft giggle that made his brown eyes crinkle in the corners as he murmured shyly while he rubbed his nose against yours. “you stole my line”

you let out a soft laugh as his eyes darted to your lips “and now I… can we.. i wanna..” he continued to stumble over his words as he looked at your lips until you leaned in and answered his stammering for him. his hand tentatively slid to your hipbone as he gently pulled you closer to him.

his heart was hammering against his chest where it was pressed against yours. he attempted to deepen the kiss but his movements were so eager they became sloppy, but they were filled with a raw need that you knew well.

he broke the kiss to catch his breath, panting as he whispered “you’re so.. you’re just so..” he seemed to be unable to find the words as he whimpered softly and pressed his soft and slightly chapped lips to yours again.

“this.. this is good right?” he murmured in between kisses, constantly needing reassurance from you. constantly needing to know he was doing good. he loved being praised.

you nodded and hummed in response, not wanting to remove your lips from his even for a second. he began to slowly lean back on the picnic blanket until he was laying flat on his back, and you were hovering above him. your hair created a curtain in between your faces, blocking out everything besides the sensation of you and kurt.

his thumbs began to rub small circles on your hips through the fabric of your shirt “you.. you’re so pretty. like an angel. a really pretty angel.” he sounded so earnest, so pure. “can you kiss me again?” his eyes were already fluttering shut as he tilted his chin up to seek your lips.

so you did, you kissed him until you felt dizzy. your tongue tangling with his messily as he frequently let low whines escape his lips. he broke the kiss to gasp for air and said in between pants “i think.. my hearts gonna beat out of my chest. like for real.”

you smiled against his swollen lips and dove back in, you weren’t nearly done with him.

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i love my sweetie pie baba kurtie so much. likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! ‪♡

some domestic thoughts for steve harrington, kurt kunkle, gator tillman, travis 'teacake' meacham, & walter 'keys' mckey

after graduation, steve harrington needed a routine to help keep himself from spiraling. both of you were now full-time employees, he's at the radio, and you're pursuing your dream. he has to be at the station by eight am, so you both decided early on in your relationship to maximize your time together before work. it's clockwork, and it's love. steve sets his alarm two hours early to rouse himself enough to tug you against his chest to secure his morning cuddles. you're at each others hip on each step of your morning routine, until its time for steve to get the coffee going. its quiet, its domestic, but its just what you both need amidst the craziness.

kurt kunkle is not a morning guy. he stays up late streaming, recording content, or giving rides for spree. at the first sign of you stirring, his arm immediately clings around your waist. each morning is the same; sleepy whines in your ear asking you not to leave so early. he rambles about how once his content takes off, you'll never have to work a day in your life again. his hands grab and cling to anything he can when you finally begin to climb out of bed, only for him to pout and eventually fall back asleep.

gator tillman is used to the revolving door of coming in and crashing straight into his bed. when you first started dating, he followed the same routine, except he opted to crash at your apartment rather than the tillman ranch. he quickly discovers how much he hates waking up or falling asleep without saying hello or goodbye to you. one day, he just started posting a printed copy of his patrol shift schedule on your fridge, something small that speaks what he can't quite say. you started overlaying your own work schedule in pink highlighter for gator to notice when you both have a free night.

when you first started seeing travis meacham, he was permanently fixed to the night shift at the storage facility. it meant having morning cuddles to wake up to, yet his absence from your bed at night frustrated both of you. he helps you get ready for bed, and whispers gentle assurances about how this job is only temporary. he fills your water, cleans the dishes, anything he can do to show you how much he loves you and is grateful to have you before pressing a kiss to your head and slipping out the front door.

while you and your boyfriend had an established morning routine, walter 'keys' mckey was notoriously bad at bringing work home with him. during college, he was always up late playing video games, but playing video games had evolved into coding, which was now work. he tries to keep an eye on the clock, set alarms, anything to remind him that it is time to relax. but he had never been the best at disciplining himself, which is where you step in. each night, once you're ready to go to bed, you come over to his work desk and just rest your hand on his shoulder. keys immediately start to save and shut down his computer, ready to take your hand and head to bed.

When you find out your virgin best friend (and secret crush) does OnlyFans, what else are you supposed to do other than offer to help him make content?

CW: 18+, smut, AFAB reader, no Y/N usage, subtle dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, best friends to lovers, porn with plot, unprotected p in v, pet names, creampie, giving head (both), sub!kurt, cum eating, premature ejaculation, loss of virginity, etc.

Word Count: 3.8k.

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You and Kurt have been close friends for a few months now. You met when you were rushing to an exam at your college across town and he ended up being your Spree driver. He spent the entire drive rambling about the most obscure topics, distracting you from the immense anxiety you were feeling heading into the exam. Sure, he was awkward and fumbled over his words the whole time, but it was endearing that he was trying to calm you down as you sat in the backseat of his car bouncing your leg.

Eventually, you reached your destination and you thanked him with a bright smile, saying your goodbyes and immediately tipping him generously, rating him 5 stars since he had been so kind in his efforts to make you feel better. What you didn’t notice as you were leaving was how pink his cheeks tinged as you spoke to him, a shy smile on his face.

By some miracle, you aced the exam and managed to get Kurt as your driver back to your apartment afterwards. The drive was full of pleasant conversation that left you both wanting more.

“I know it’s kind of weird to ask, but can I maybe get your phone number?” You ask as he pulls up to your apartment building, avoiding his gaze in the rear view mirror.

“Y-yeah. Of course! That’s totally fine. Not weird at all!” He rushes to respond, quickly rattling off the digits as his cheeks darken once again.

“You’ll actually text me, right?” He asks quietly, turning to look back at you with a hint of vulnerability in his gaze.

“Of course, silly!” You giggle, immediately texting him and adding him to your contacts. “We’ll talk more soon, I promise!” You add on, getting out of the car in a hurry and heading into your apartment.

From there, you two started texting regularly, which evolved into hanging out often. You’d watch movies together at his house, brainstorm video ideas for his channel, and sometimes you’d go out to dinner together whenever either of you had money to spare to treat yourselves. Although he was usually the one spoiling you because he wanted to make a good impression.

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Now you’re at his house while on your phone, relaxing on his bed, which of course lacks a frame and sits directly on the floor, while he’s showering.

“Hey Kurt! Mind if I check something on your PC? I wanna see if a game I like is on sale right now,” you shout, sitting up on his bed before approaching his setup, taking a seat in his gaming chair.

“Yeah, go for it. Password is my birthday!” He responds, forgetting about the browser tab he has open.

To your surprise, after typing in his password, you’re met with an OnlyFans page. It only takes a few seconds for you to realize that it’s his OnlyFans page, which is full of solo content of him jerking off and nude images of him. You quickly close the tab, your cheeks and ears tinged dark pink. You forget your initial task completely, backing away from his desk as he wanders back into the room. His messy hair is dripping water onto his loose black t-shirt, which is paired with some grey sweatpants.

“You alright?” He asks, eyeing your flushed cheeks and flustered state, his head tilting to the side a bit in confusion.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just feeling a bit warm. It’s nothing,” you stutter out, stumbling back and landing on his bed with a small huff.

“Is the game on sale? I can get it for you if it is,!” he suggests, a bright smile on his face as he takes a seat at his desk.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I don’t need the game,” you say quietly, avoiding making eye contact with him.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind!,” he says quickly, although his smile immediately fades as he notices the minimized tab at the bottom of the screen.

“Oh…,” he says under his breath. “You saw it, didn’t you? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to! I… I just do it for extra cash and attention. It’s not a big deal,” he rushes to say, his own cheeks burning red now.

“No it’s completely okay and valid! Sex work is cool, and I’m glad you have the confidence for that. And like you said, it’s a good source of income and validation,” you say as you finally look up at him. “It really helps with views on your regular streams, huh?,” you ask with a faint smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I mean, yes. But that’s not the only reason I do it! It’s just nice having people call me pretty and whatever…,” he mumbles, his cheeks still tinged pink as he looks down at his hands in his lap.

“I can help you make content, if you want. We could do stuff together,” you suggest quietly, your own cheeks turning pink again.

“Wait really? You’d do that for me? Have sex or whatever for content?,” he asks incredulously, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Well yeah, why not? We’re best friends. I’m not gonna judge you, and I know you won’t hurt me. Fuck it,” you shrug, a shy smile on your face.

“R-right. Yeah, fuck it,” he nods, taking a deep breath. “So how do we start this?,” he asks, looking at you through his long lashes.

“Set up the camera really quick, and then we can start by kissing, if you’d like,” you shrug, nodding towards his tripod near his desk.

“Shit, yeah. Camera. Got it,” he says shakily, quickly moving to grab the tripod, fumbling as he sets it up so it’s aimed towards where you’re sitting on his bed.

He shuffles over to his bed, taking a seat next to you as he takes another deep breath. “You ready for this?,” he asks, his wide eyes admiringly tracing your facial features.

“Let’s do this,” you say with a soft smile, reaching a hand up to caress his cheek gently, shifting closer to him and leaning in, both of your eyes drifting closed.

When your lips meet, it’s like fireworks are going off in Kurt’s mind. He’s had a crush on you for the longest time, so it’s absolutely mind blowing that you’re in his bed with your lips pressed against his.

He hesitantly places a hand on your waist, unsure of how to really touch you due to his lack of experience. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your hand shifting to loosely tangle in his damp hair. He quickly mirrors your actions, your lips slotting together effortlessly as a soft moan escapes his lips. His free hand reaches up to gently hold the base of your neck, his fingers brushing against your hair.

After a few moments, you slowly pull away, resting your forehead against his as you take panting breaths. “Was that okay?,” you ask softly, nuzzling your nose against his with a shy smile.

“Very okay. Amazing,” he nods, his cheeks flushed pink. “What now? I-I mean, I totally know what to do. I’ve definitely had sex before, but y’know,” he says with a nervous laugh, clearly lacking the confidence to back that statement.

“You’re cute,” you giggle, pecking his lips again before trailing kisses along his jawline, slowly working your way down his neck. “It’s okay that you’re a virgin, Kurtie. Thank you for trusting me with this,” you say softly, pulling back to look at him adoringly.

“Y-yeah? You don’t mind?,” he asks with a shy smile, looking into your eyes as you play with his hair soothingly.

“Absolutely not. I think it’s adorable,” you say fondly before leaning in and trailing sloppy kisses along his neck again, your hands trailing down his chest, resting on the hem of his shirt. “Can you be a good boy and take this off for me?,” you ask, gently tugging his shirt up.

He immediately obeys, swiftly pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his hairy chest, a subtle happy trail leading down his soft stomach to the waistband of his sweatpants. He looks at you expectantly, awaiting your next command.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you say as you admire his physique, once again trailing your hands along his torso. His hands hesitantly reach out to settle on your hips again, sliding up to your waist.

You slowly shift to sit on his lap, feeling his growing hardness beneath you. “You’re doing so well,” you whisper in his ear, moving around to settle more firmly over his crotch. “Getting hard for me, hm baby?”.

“Fuck… yeah. You’re just so perfect. How could I not get hard?,” he asks, his voice more breathy than before as his large hands grip your hips gently, holding you in place. “S-stop wiggling. Gonna make me cum already…,” he mumbles, blushing so hard that his ears and neck are tinging red.

“Yeah? You’re that sensitive?,” you ask teasingly, wiggling your hips again before gently shoving him down so he’s on his back. “Just relax, okay? Gonna give you head first. Is that alright?,” you ask, looking down at him.

“F-fuck yeah, that’s alright,” he responds with rapid nods as you climb off of his lap to settle between his legs, your hand reaching up to palm his bulge through his sweatpants.

“You’re pretty big, y’know…,” you say shyly, biting your lip as you look up at him, your own cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. “I’m glad I get to be the first one to touch you like this,” you add on softly.

“And you’re beautiful,” he whispers, sitting up to look down at you, brushing your hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “Thank you for doing this. Seriously. You don’t have to.”.

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to make you feel good, Kurtie. Now be a good boy and let me please you,” you giggle, tugging his sweatpants down. You lean in, sloppily mouthing at the outline of his cock in his boxers.

“S-shit, baby. Please don’t tease me,” Kurt groans, his eyes already half-lidded as he watches you, biting his bottom lip to hold back soft moans.

“Shh. Just relax, pretty boy,” you say soothingly, slowly pulling his boxers down, his thick cock immediately slapping up against his stomach.

You immediately wrap your hand around the base of his length, carefully stroking him up and down before taking his tip between your lips, your gazes meeting as his cock slides deeper into your mouth. He lets out a shaky groan as his eyes roll back, his fingers gently tangling in your hair as you take more of him into the wet heat.

“Oh fuck, that’s good. S-so fucking good. Please don’t stop,” he whines, his hips shallowly thrusting up, forcing his cock further into your mouth.

You moan around him, taking his full length into your mouth, gagging softly as you deepthroat him, your nose meeting a mess of curls at the base of his cock. He lets out a loud groan, gripping your hair slightly tighter as his thrusts grow more desperate.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to pull out? I don’t know where you want it,” he pants out between moans, slowly guiding your head up and down on his cock as his eyes roll back.

He hardly gives you time to respond before his orgasm comes crashing over him, desperate whimpers sounding out as he cums down your throat, holding you in place so you swallow it all.

“Shit… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to! I thought I could last longer! I usually don’t cum that fast,” he rushes to say, letting your hair go so you can catch your breath. “You just felt so good. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry,” he adds on, caressing your cheek gently as a small pout forms on his lips.

“Kurtie, baby. It’s okay, I promise. I’m glad I could make you feel that good,” you giggle, a fond smile on your face as you look up at him. “Wanna return the favor?,” you ask, caressing his thighs.

“God, yes. Please, can I? I’ve always wanted to learn how to give head. Seen lots of videos but never done it,” he says immediately with an eager nod. “Can you sit on my face? Please?”.

“Anything you want, pretty boy,” you nod, a shy smile on your face as you climb back up onto his bed, tugging your shirt over your head, his eyes immediately traveling across the exposed skin.

“Woah…,” he says under his breath, his hands reaching out to settle on your waist but hovering before he touches you. “Can I?,” he asks softly, looking up into your eyes with a hint of nervousness in his gaze.

“Of course, Kurtie,” you nod, his hands slowly settling on your waist, caressing the skin with his thumbs as his cheeks flush pink.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says softly, an adoring look in his eyes as they rove across your body again. “You have no idea how many times I’ve checked you out,” he blurts out.

“Trust me, I do. You’re not exactly subtle,” you giggle, unbuttoning your shorts before kicking them off along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare next to him. “Just do what feels natural, okay?”.

His breath hitches as he sees your fully undressed form, his hands settling on your hips before he lays back and pulls you closer so you’re sitting with your legs on either side of his chest. “Is this okay?,” he asks cautiously, caressing your thighs.

“It’s perfect. You’re doing great. Don’t be scared,” you reassure him, nodding with a soft smile. You take his hands in your own, pinning them down gently above his head before shifting so your body is hovering over his face. “Ready?”.

He nods immediately, his pupils blown wide with lust as you settle above him, his hands squeezing yours softly for support as you slowly sink down onto his face. He moans as soon as he feels your body weight settle on top of him, feeling your slick wetness on his lips. He parts his lips and licks a tentative stripe between your folds, groaning as he savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“F-fuck. There you go, sweetheart. Do whatever feels right and follow my reactions,” you pant out, biting your lip to hold back small gasps.

He untangles his fingers from your own and places his hands on your hips again, holding you more firmly against him as he dives in, lapping at your folds hungrily, his eyes fluttering shut as he gets lost in the sound of your moans. His tongue swirls around your clit, his lips suctioning around it as your head falls back in pleasure.

“Such a good boy, Kurt. You’re d-doing so well. Please don’t stop,” you whimper, your hips subconsciously shifting, slowly grinding against his tongue. Your moans grow more whiny and desperate as you approach your peak, and he becomes more eager to pleasure you and make your orgasm as intense as you made his.

Your thighs begin to tremble as his lips latch around your clit again, his tongue mercilessly flicking at it. A few more moments of this is all it takes before you climax, loud moans sounding out as your eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck, Kurt. Oh my god,” you whine out, quickly growing overstimulated by the pleasure as he continues lapping at your wetness. You reluctantly pull away from him, shifting to lay next to him, panting as you come down from the orgasm.

“Did I do good?,” he asks with a hopeful look in his eyes, his lips and chin coated in your slick as he takes a few shaky breaths.

You nod, leaning in and pressing your lips against his as your fingers tangle in his hair. “More than good. That was perfect.”.

“You know… we don’t have to do more if you don’t want to. I don’t wanna pressure you into anything,” he says softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before caressing your cheek.

“To be entirely honest, I’ve thought about doing all this plenty of times. I just can’t believe it’s actually happening,” you respond with a faint pink tinge to your cheeks. “So I’d really like it if we did more…”.

“O-oh! We can definitely do more then,” he nods rapidly, shifting to kneel between your legs, spreading them. “Can we do missionary? I wanna look at your pretty face while we do this.”.

You giggle, looking up at him with pure admiration in your gaze. “Anything for you, Kurtie.”.

A bright smile spreads across his face as his gaze travels along your form again. “S-shit. I don’t have any condoms… do you have any on you?,” he asks with a small pout.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re both clean, and I’m on birth control, and I trust you,” you say softly, a reassuring smile on your face.

“Holy shit. Really? I can creampie you?,” he asks, failing to hide his excitement as his hands slide up your thighs to hook them around his waist.

You giggle again, nodding as you let him readjust your position, biting your lip as you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge against your entrance.

“Fuck… thank you,” he says with a shy smile, looking down at you with a loving gaze. “Ready?”.

“I’m ready,” you say softly, your cheeks flushing pink as you notice his adoration for you, your arms reaching up to drape over his shoulders.

He grips your hip gently with one large hand, his other hand guiding his cock, his tip gliding against the slickness of your hole before slowly pressing inside of you, a guttural groan escaping his lips as your breath hitches.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight…,” he says breathily, staying still for a moment before carefully plunging deeper into your wetness, his eyes rolling back as he grips your hips tightly. “Feels so fucking good.”.

“You’re doing so well, baby. So big… stretching me out so much,” you pant out, whining as he bottoms out inside of you with a low moan.

He takes a second to let you adjust to his size before experimentally rolling his hips, smiling as he hears the soft mewl that it produces from you. He builds up a steady pace, thrusting deep inside as he lets out breathy moans.

He leans down, burying his face in your neck, covering it in sloppy kisses as he pins you beneath him. “You’re so wet for me. So tight. God, you feel amazing, baby,” he mumbles against your neck.

Your eyes roll back as his thrusts grow more desperate, his hips slamming against yours, the sound echoing throughout his bedroom. “Kurtie, you’re doing so well. Such a good boy for me. Making me feel so good, sweetheart,” you whimper between needy moans.

The moment his cock brushes against your gspot, you let out a loud whine, your nails clawing down his back leaving red marks as you clench tightly around him. He adjusts his position slightly, pinning you down beneath him in a mating press, ensuring that he rams against your gspot with every thrust, relishing in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. 

He thrusts desperately a few more times before shooting ropes of cum deep inside of you, filling you up entirely as his movements slow down. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back… I needed this,” he says breathlessly, his damp hair sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”.

Before you can even respond, he pulls out with a groan, watching as his cum pours out of your hole. “Fuck, that’s hot…,” he mumbles under his breath, a shy smile on his face.

He then kneels between your spread thighs, diving in and devouring your pussy, cleaning up his mess as he pins your thighs down against the mattress. What he lacks in experience, he certainly makes up for in enthusiasm. He’s desperate to make you cum again, swirling his tongue around your clit, sucking it between his lips as he looks up at you, eagerly awaiting your praise.

“G-god, Kurt. Just like that. I’m gonna cum again. Please don’t stop,” you moan out, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close against you. He groans at the feeling of you tugging his hair, sending vibrations throughout your core.

Hesitantly, he shifts one of his hands closer to your hole, pulling his mouth away for a split second before sliding two of his long fingers inside of you, curling and scissoring them just right to massage your gspot, making you moan desperately. All it takes is a few more minutes of his dedication before you’re trembling beneath him, needy moans sounding out as your orgasm comes crashing over you, your gaze glued to his before you’re blinded by pleasure.

He works you through your orgasm before slowly pulling away, his chin once again coated in your release. He licks his lips and pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean. “How was that?,” he asks with a faint smirk.

“You did perfect, Kurtie. You are perfect,” you smile, dragging him up the bed to give you a kiss, your lips slotting together passionately as you taste yourself on his tongue once again before he pulls away reluctantly, looking into your eyes.

“Thank you for this. It means a lot to me, genuinely. I never thought I’d have someone as gorgeous as you in bed with me. Honestly, I never thought I’d have you in bed with me. I’ve liked you for a long time and I’d really like it if we could do this again… maybe I could be your boyfriend next time?,” he asks shyly, caressing your cheek.

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend, and for this to happen again,” you respond with a fond smile, kissing the tip of his nose. “Now go end that recording so we can cuddle.”.

He quickly gets up, stumbling over to the tripod and his eyes widen. “Well… turns out I forgot to record… I guess we’ll have to recreate that again for the camera in the future,” he says with a small chuckle before biting his lip, looking back over at you.

“God, I love you, Kurt,” you giggle. “Deal. We’ll make plenty of content for your page.”.

“I love you more,” he says with a dreamy sigh, climbing back into bed with you and attacking you with kisses, claiming your neck with faint hickeys.

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kurt loves your tattoos. always showing them off to his viewers while he streams, pointing out his favorite ones, running his hands over them as he zones out and before he knows it, he's hard in front of all his fans over the ink on your body. he's always wanted to get a few of his own, however the poor baby would burst into tears the second he sits down in the chair lowest pain tolerance ever. so kurt simply wouldn't be able to do it unless you let him hold your hand the entire time and whisper praises in his ear.

“you’re doing so good, kurtie. so brave, almost done…”

gator was probably intimated the first time he saw your tattoos. i'd assume growing up he was always taught it's a "manly" thing, so to see a woman with tattoos? foreign to him. would probably show off his stupid LOL tattoo just to assert some kind of dominance. however, as time goes on, gator definitely comes around and thinks it's the hottest thing ever. eyes finding them whenever your changing, or whenever he's undressing you himself. cums on the spot he sees your tramp stamp, but you didn't hear that from me.

when it comes to tattoos, steve doesn't know a lot about them. the only time he's really seen them is on eddie, or some random "emo punk weirdo" in school. the first time he really noticed them, he's probably more curious than anything. asking you which ones have backstories, how painful they were. probably secretly considering what he would get tatted if he ever went. finds anything between your breasts hot or any on your collarbone he can trace with his lips.

i can see travis wanting to get matching tattoos with you. maybe your initials, some matching quote or something. makes a pinterest board with you so you can both pick out some ideas you like, down for anything really. has his eyes on it (or them) while he's thrusting in and out of you, running the pads of his thumbs over it reverently as he comes down from his orgasm, adoration sparkling in his eyes that you chose him for something so permanent on your body.

keys thinks it's the coolest shit ever. i headcannon his slutty cop character has one somewhere on his body, on his bicep or something since he's too nervous to ever get one in real life. loves helping you pick out your next one, offering input and suggestions. probably tries to convince you to get some video game reference somewhere. good luck if you ever come home with his name tatted anywhere, you won't be able to walk for the next week.

starring. . . kurt kunkle, gator tillman, steve harrington, travis meacham, walter "keys" mckey

please don't take this too seriously! this is my first time doing this for joe's characters so i wanted something easy. this was really fun and interesting so lemme know if i should do more of these!

kurt kunkle ˚. ᵎᵎ

the frowny face HELLLOOO. this shirt was made for him.

it's true too, i need to see him in this right tf now.

gator tillman ˚. ᵎᵎ

"i took your mama out for dinner. she gave that ass out like a coupon on coupon day." 

this or a goofy ass one that says something about winning.

what a looser

steve harrington ˚. ᵎᵎ

this man is loud and proud abt you. will sponsor his love on a t-shirt argue with the wall

trust he will be wearing this (only around the older party members and you of course.)

travis meacham ˚. ᵎᵎ

okay so it was between these so bam you get both.

1st is obviously him but

i feel like we have all kind of agreed that travis is tall, and that he will be a bottom for you so i feel like it just fits perfectly.

also i can imagine him saying something like that in the most perfect tone/delivery ever. that way-too-casual way with a slight shrug if that makes any sense. i need him so bad it's not even funny.

walter "keys" mckey ˚. ᵎᵎ

okay so walk with me here. keys 100000% HATES AI.

do NOT bring up chatgpt around his man. will not and cannot keep his cool.

he works so hard on his code/work in general, and he's had it stolen before. since he KNOWS what it's like, will boycott ai art and everything around it.

thanks i just needed to say that it's been on my mind.

What would it be like if they fell in love with you?

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Anime: Milky☆Subway: The Galactic Limited Express

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Kurt Cramer And Max MacCallister x R.femele,

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Kurt Cramer

Kurt would probably be the type who would take a long time to realize he's in love.

At first, he would be more angry than usual when you were around. Not because he doesn't like you, but because feelings make him uncomfortable.

Instead of saying:

"I like you."

He would do things like:

● Set something that you commented was broken without warning.

● Keep an eye on you to make sure you got home.

● Show up when you needed help.

● Defend you in discussions.

He would show love through actions.

I would also be very jealous, but I would try to hide it. If someone flirted with you, he would probably be sullen and say something like:

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

When I finally admitted the feelings, it would be something simple and direct.

Something in the line of:

"I'm not good at it. But I want to be by your side."

After entering into a relationship, he would be extremely loyal and protective.

● It would be more protective than usual.

● I would pay attention to everything that could put you in danger.

● I would set things for you without making a fuss.

● It would show up when you needed help, even without asking.

● I would show love through attitudes, not words.

● It would be difficult to praise directly.

● You would be visibly bothered by people flirting with you.

● I would try to hide the jealousy.

● I would like to spend time with you, but I would make up excuses for that.

● I would worry when you took a long time to answer messages.

● I would keep small details about you, even pretending not to care.

● It would be extremely loyal.

● It would be difficult to admit my own feelings.

● When I confessed, I would be direct and sincere.

● After assuming the relationship, it would be someone you could trust completely.

Signs that Kurt is in love:

● Stay close to you for no apparent reason.

● He observes you discreetly to check if you are okay.

● You get angry when someone treats you badly.

● It starts to help you often.

● Try to solve your problems before you even ask.

● Remember things you commented weeks ago.

● It shows excessive concern when you get hurt.

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Max MacCallister

Max would be the opposite.

He would realize that he is in love long before Kurt.

I would probably start flirting in a light and fun way almost immediately.

I would like to talk to you for hours, discover your opinions, your tastes and your secrets.

While Kurt shows love by protecting, Max shows love by paying attention.

He would remember:

● Your favorite candy.

● Something you commented months ago.

● Important dates.

● Small details that you can't even imagine anyone noticed.

It would also be more emotionally open.

I wouldn't be ashamed to say:

"I missed you."

Or:

"You look beautiful when you're focused."

But behind the joke there is a very observant person.

If you were sad, you would probably realize it even before you spoke.

● I would notice the feelings quickly.

● I would start flirting in a light and fun way.

● I would like to talk to you every day.

● I would pay attention to every detail of your personality.

● You would remember your favorite candy, food or drink.

● I would make jokes to see you smile.

● I would like to hear your stories and opinions.

● You would be very observant with your humor.

● I would notice when you were sad before the others.

● I would try to cheer you up without pressing.

● It would be more open about feelings.

● I would like to create memories together.

● I would make spontaneous compliments.

● It would be affectionate and affectionate verbally.

Signs that Max is in love:

● Looking for any excuse to talk to you.

● Remember details that you forgot to tell you.

● Make exclusive jokes between you.

● It includes you in his plans.

● Ask about your day often.

● Shows genuine interest in your tastes.

● I smile more when I'm close to you.

● Defends you in a subtle way.

● Try to make you feel comfortable in any situation.

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If they both liked the same person:

The situation would be funny.

Max would notice first.

Kurt would deny it for months.

Max would probably provoke:

"You know you're in love, right?"

And Kurt would answer:

"Shut up."

While Max would try to get closer by talking, Kurt would end up showing his feelings unintentionally through the attitudes.

The result is that many people would probably notice Kurt's interest before he himself admits it.

Between the two, Kurt would be the most intense and silent love.

Max would be the lightest, most communicative and easy to understand love.

Main difference

Kurt.

● Loves protecting.

● Demonstrate with actions.

● It's reserved.

● Intense.

● Jealous.

● Loyal until the end.

Max.

● Love understanding.

● Demonstrate with words and attention.

● It's communicative.

● Light and fun.

● More confident to flirt.

● It makes you feel seen and heard.

In short: Kurt would be the type to give you the coat without saying anything when you feel cold. Max would be the type who notices that you are cold even before asking for the coat.

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Example of scenario:

You're sick and insist that you're fine—

Kurt.

You're clearly down, but you keep saying:

"I'm fine."

Kurt crosses his arms.

"No, it's not."

You try to change the subject.

"It's just a little pain."

He sighs, annoyed.

"You can barely stand up."

A few hours later, you discover that:

● He went to get medicine.

● I brought water.

● I brought food.

● He solved everything without warning.

When you thank him, he answers:

"Don't make that face. Anyone would do that."

But I wouldn't.

He spent the whole day discreetly checking if his fever decreased.

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Max.

You say:

"I'm fine."

Max tilts his head.

"Lie."

"What do you mean?"

"You're talking lower than usual, you didn't touch the dessert and you're trying to hide that you're shaking."

You stay silent.

"I got you."

Instead of fighting, he sits next to you.

Spend the rest of the afternoon:

● Talking.

● Making jokes.

● Distracting you.

● Ensuring you take medicine.

From time to time:

"Did you drink water?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Max..."

"Just checking."

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Someone flirts with you in front of them—

Kurt.

The person is clearly interested in you.

Kurt observes in silence.

The longer the conversation continues, the worse his expression gets.

You notice that he's looking.

A lot.

When they finally leave, he says:

"That guy annoys me."

"Why?"

"Because yes."

"That's not an answer."

"It was the answer you got."

Days later you find out that he didn't even remember the person's name.

I just remembered that she was paying attention to you.

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Max.

Max realizes immediately.

In fact, he realizes it before you.

He watches the scene having fun.

Then it approaches naturally.

"Sorry to interrupt."

Pass an arm around the back of your chair.

Smile.

"I was looking for you."

The person understands the message.

After she leaves:

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"Maybe."

"Max..."

"What? It worked."

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You cry after a difficult day—

Kurt.

He panics internally.

Externally:🗿

You're crying.

He's stopped.

In silence.

After a few embarrassing seconds:

"Who was it?"

"What?"

"Who made you cry?"

You try to explain.

He hears everything.

Without interrupting.

When it ends:

"They're wrong."

"Is it?"

"It is."

And, for Kurt, this is already practically an emotional statement.

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Max.

Max realizes before the first tear falls.

"Do you want to talk?"

You try to say no.

He doesn't insist.

Just stay by your side.

When you finally start crying:

"You can talk."

You vent.

He listens.

Without trying to solve everything immediately.

No judgments.

When it ends:

"You know you don't have to carry everything by yourself, right?"

And it's exactly this kind of phrase that makes people fall in love with him.

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If I had to summarize:

Kurt loves like a bodyguard. He protects, cares and remains by your side even without knowing how to express feelings.

Max loves like a companion. He observes, understands and makes you feel that you are never facing things alone.

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