I still don’t know how to use tumblr. I just like and repost.
I was thinking.. I would love to see a fanfic of Kurt x yn
Yn starts dating Kurt when he’s a loser and had no following. Yn teaches him how to be more put together? As in wash up better, clean etc. Kurt later gets big with streaming and it gets to his head. Kurt breaks up with his girlfriend and maybe a yr or two he starts thinking of the girl who was with him since the start.
I had so many requests from joes characters but idk how I’m supposed to request to other writers 😭
Summary: After the first night, Kurt can’t stop texting. One more ride request leads to him getting his first blowjob in the back of his car, then nervously taking you home to his childhood bedroom. You teach him how to go down on you. He’s clumsy, eager, and completely overwhelmed. When he admits he’s still hard, you take his virginity, riding him until he falls apart underneath you.
Word count: 4.7K
Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity (Kurt), first time oral (both giving and receiving), inexperienced / awkward / submissive Kurt, lots of praise, dirty talk, and Kurt being extremely vocal, soft aftercare, mild references to Kurt’s lonely streamer lifestyle and living with his mom, happy / hopeful ending, smut with feelings
A/N: That’s a wrap for our shy Kurtie! Thank you so much for all the love this short little series got, it genuinely means a lot. Don’t be shy, drop any new ideas or scenarios you’d love to see Kurt written into next. I’m all ears (asks or comments both works for me!).
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The texts started the night you gave him your number.
Kurt was terrible at playing it cool. His first message came twenty-three minutes after he dropped you off:
Unknown number: hey it’s kurt. from the ride. the one with the… yeah. just wanted to say hi. and thank you again. for everything. including the number.
You answered. He answered faster. Within an hour the conversation had drifted from awkward small talk into something softer, then something hungrier. He admitted he’d already jerked off thinking about the way you’d come on top of him. You told him you liked knowing that. He sent a string of embarrassed emojis and then, later, a shaky voice note where he whispered that he couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth.
Three nights later you requested him again.
He accepted in eleven seconds.
When you slid into the passenger seat the cameras were still unplugged. Kurt looked like he hadn’t slept well. Dark circles, messy hair, the same nervous energy thrumming under his skin. The second the door shut he turned to you, eyes bright and a little wild.
“Hi,” he said, voice already cracking on the single syllable. “I, uh… I cleaned the car. Like, really cleaned it. Just in case. Not that I assumed anything would happen. I just—yeah. Hi.”
You smiled and told him to take you somewhere quiet again.
He drove with both hands locked on the wheel, glancing over every few seconds like he was afraid you’d disappear. Ten minutes later the sedan was parked under the same row of trees behind the closed auto shop. Engine off. Dashboard glow. Silence thick enough to taste.
Kurt turned toward you, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he admitted. “About… what it might feel like if you ever… you know. Used your mouth. On me. I’ve never—nobody’s ever done that. Not even close. I don’t know if I’m supposed to ask or just sit here hoping or—”
You unbuckled and leaned across the console, resting a hand on his thigh.
“I want to,” you said quietly. “If you want me to.”
Kurt made a soft, punched-out sound. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please.”
You climbed over carefully, settling on your knees between the seats as best the cramped space allowed. Kurt’s legs spread automatically to give you room. His hands hovered in the air, unsure where to put them. You could already see the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans, a dark wet spot forming near the head.
“Can I… take it out?” you asked.
He nodded hard, throat working. “Yeah. God. Please. Just—be careful? I’m already so close and you haven’t even touched me yet.”
You popped the button, eased the zipper down. Kurt hissed through his teeth when the cool air hit him. You tugged his boxers low enough to free his cock. It sprang up heavy and flushed, the head already shiny with pre-cum, veins standing out along the shaft. He was bigger up close than he’d felt through denim, thick, slightly curved, twitching under your gaze.
Kurt stared down at himself like he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “You’re actually looking at it. You’re—fuck, your face is right there.”
You wrapped your fingers loosely around the base. He jolted so hard the whole car rocked.
“Sensitive,” he gasped. “Really sensitive. Sorry. I just—your hand is warm and soft and I’ve only ever used my own and it’s not the same at all”
You leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip.
Kurt’s head thunked back against the headrest. A broken, high sound tore out of him.
“Oh my god—oh my fucking god”
You licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt and skin and the sharp edge of his arousal. His hips jerked helplessly. One hand finally found your hair, not pushing, just resting there like he needed an anchor.
“That feels—Jesus Christ, that feels insane,” he babbled. “Your tongue is so wet and hot and—are you really going to put it in your mouth? Like, all the way? Because I might die. I might actually die.”
You looked up at him through your lashes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” The word came out desperate. “Please don’t stop. I’ll do anything. Just—go slow? I’ve never—I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m already leaking all over your hand.”
You closed your lips around the head and sucked gently.
Kurt’s whole body arched. A loud, wrecked moan filled the car.
“Fuck—fuck fuck fuck—your mouth—it’s so soft and wet and tight and—oh my god you’re sucking—you’re actually sucking on it”
You took him deeper, slow and careful, letting your tongue drag along the underside. His cock throbbed hard against your palate. Pre-cum spilled across your tongue, bitter and hot. Kurt’s thighs trembled on either side of your shoulders. His free hand gripped the edge of the seat so hard his knuckles went white.
“I can feel your throat,” he whispered, voice cracking. “When you go deeper I can feel it and it’s—holy shit I’m not gonna last. You’re too good at this and I’ve never felt anything like it and I keep thinking about how you’re doing this for me, for the weird rideshare guy, and it makes me even harder”
You hummed around him. The vibration made his hips stutter.
“Shit—sorry—I didn’t mean to thrust—your mouth just feels so fucking good I can’t help it”
You pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him slowly while you caught your breath. Kurt looked down at you with glassy, fucked-out eyes, lips parted, chest heaving.
“You’re staring,” you murmured.
“I can’t stop,” he admitted. “You’re on your knees for me and your lips are shiny and I just watched my cock disappear into your mouth and I keep thinking this has to be a dream because no one this perfect would ever—please put it back in. Please. I’ll be quiet. Or I won’t. I don’t know how to be quiet when it feels like this.”
You took him in again, deeper this time, letting the head nudge the back of your throat. Kurt let out a broken sob of pleasure.
“Oh fuck—oh fuck that’s—your throat just tightened and I can feel it squeezing and—I’m close. I’m so fucking close already. Is that okay? Can I—do I warn you? I’ve never done this so I don’t know the rules”
You pulled off just long enough to say, “You can come in my mouth if you want.”
Kurt’s eyes went huge. “In your—seriously? You’ll let me? I’ve always wondered what that would feel like and now you’re offering and I—”
You swallowed him down again. He lasted maybe twenty more seconds.
His hand tightened in your hair, still careful, still not pushing, and his whole body locked up.
“I’m—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m coming—I’m coming in your mouth”
The first pulse hit your tongue thick and hot. Kurt cried out, high and helpless, hips twitching as he spilled in heavy spurts. You swallowed around him, taking every drop while he shook and whimpered and babbled broken praise.
“Holy shit—holy fucking shit—you’re swallowing—you’re actually swallowing it—it feels so good and warm and I can feel your throat working and—god, you’re so perfect, so fucking perfect”
He kept coming longer than you expected, trembling through aftershocks, soft broken noises spilling out of him until finally he slumped back against the seat, spent and dazed.
You eased off slowly, licking him clean while he watched with glassy eyes. When you finally sat back, Kurt reached for you with shaking hands and pulled you up into a messy, grateful kiss, tasting himself on your tongue without hesitation.
“That was…” He laughed weakly against your mouth, still breathless. “That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Like, in my entire life. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I thought I knew what getting off was and then your mouth happened and everything I thought I knew was wrong.”
He cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For being patient. For letting me be bad at this and still making it feel amazing. For coming back. For… everything.”
You stayed there a long time, trading soft kisses while Kurt’s heart rate slowly returned to something close to normal. Eventually he helped you settle back into the passenger seat, still looking at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
“Same deal,” he said quietly as he started the engine. “Anytime you want another ride. Or anything else. Just request me. Or text me. Or call. I’ll drop everything.”
He reached across the console and laced his fingers through yours, holding on tight the whole way home.
In the rearview mirror his reflection still looked a little ruined, flushed, soft-eyed, smiling like someone who’d just been handed the entire world and didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it.
You stayed quiet for the first few blocks, fingers still laced with his across the console. Kurt kept glancing over like he was afraid the whole night might evaporate if he looked away too long. His free hand rested on the wheel, thumb tapping restless little patterns against the leather.
When the silence stretched, you spoke carefully.
“Are you doing anything after this?”
Kurt blinked. “After I drop you off? Uh… no. Just… going home. Maybe edit some old clips if I can’t sleep. Which is basically every night lately. Why?”
You kept your voice light. “Is your mom home?”
He almost missed the next turn. The car drifted half a foot before he corrected, ears going instantly pink.
“My—my mom? Yeah, she’s… she’s home. She usually goes to bed early though. Like, nine-thirty, ten at the latest. Why do you ask?”
You shrugged, looking out the window like it was no big deal. “Just wondering.”
Kurt’s grip on your hand tightened. You felt the exact moment the implication landed. His breath hitched. The tips of his ears went full crimson.
“Oh,” he said softly. Then, after a long pause, “Oh. You mean… like… do you want to come over? To my house?”
You turned back to him and simply nodded.
Kurt stared at the road like it had personally betrayed him. “Holy shit. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Yes. Definitely. My mom’s room is on the other side of the house and she sleeps with a white-noise machine so she won’t hear anything, and I can park in the driveway quiet, and—fuck, I’m talking too much again.” He laughed under his breath, shaky and disbelieving. “You’re seriously coming to my house. No one’s ever… I’ve never had a girl in my room before. Ever.”
Ten minutes later the sedan pulled into a quiet suburban driveway. The house was modest, lights off except for a single porch bulb. Kurt killed the engine and sat there for a second, hands still on the wheel.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Be really quiet going in. Stairs creak on the third step. My room’s upstairs at the end of the hall.”
You followed him inside. The living room smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the leftover scent of whatever his mom had cooked earlier. Kurt moved like every floorboard might scream. At the top of the stairs he unlocked a plain white door, ushered you in, and shut it behind you with exaggerated care.
The room was exactly what you expected and somehow worse.
A twin mattress on the floor against the far wall, no frame, just a tangle of mismatched blankets and a single flat pillow. A desk cluttered with camera gear, external hard drives, and empty energy-drink cans. Posters of old movies stills tacked unevenly to the walls. A laundry basket overflowing in the corner. The air smelled like boy, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of electronics.
Kurt hovered by the door, rubbing the back of his neck hard enough to leave marks.
“So… this is it,” he said, voice small. “My glamorous bachelor pad. Mattress on the floor because I keep saying I’m gonna buy a real bed and then I spend the money on better mics instead. It’s… yeah. Not impressive.”
You stepped closer. “I don’t care about the bed.”
He swallowed. “You don’t?”
“No.”
Kurt’s eyes flicked from your face to the mattress and back. “I’ve never… had anyone in here. Like, ever. Girls don’t come over. I don’t even know where to put my hands right now.”
You closed the distance and kissed him, soft and slow. He melted into it immediately, hands finally settling on your waist like he’d been waiting for permission. When you pulled back he looked dazed.
“I want you to go down on me,” you said quietly.
Kurt’s brain visibly short-circuited. “You—right now? On my bed? My floor mattress? With my mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never done that,” he admitted, voice cracking. “I’ve watched videos. A lot of videos. But I’ve never actually… I don’t know if I’ll be good at it. What if I suck? Not in the good way. What if I hurt you or do it wrong or—”
You guided him down until he was kneeling on the mattress. You sat on the edge, legs parting just enough. Kurt stared up at you like you’d just handed him the keys to the universe and also a live grenade.
“Teach me,” he whispered. “Please. Tell me what to do. I’ll do whatever you say. I just want to make you feel good.”
You helped him peel your pants and underwear down. The cool air of the room kissed your bare skin; Kurt’s breath hitched hard when he saw you.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “You’re… you’re already wet. From earlier. From sucking me off. That’s so fucking hot.”
He leaned in, then hesitated an inch away.
“Can I… just look for a second? I’ve never seen one this close. In real life.”
You nodded. Kurt’s eyes traced every detail, cheeks burning, breathing shallow. When he finally touched you it was with the tips of two fingers, gentle, almost reverent.
“So soft,” he whispered. “And warm. And you’re so wet already. Is that normal? Because it’s making me really hard again just looking at it.”
You ran your fingers through his hair. “Start slow. Kiss the insides of my thighs first.”
Kurt obeyed immediately. Soft, open-mouthed kisses trailed up one thigh, then the other. His hands rested carefully on your hips, thumbs stroking little circles like he needed the contact to stay grounded.
“Like this?” he asked against your skin. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
He moved higher, kissing closer and closer until his mouth hovered over you. You felt his shaky exhale.
“Okay. I’m just gonna… try.”
The first lick was tentative, flat, a little too firm. Kurt pulled back immediately.
“Was that bad? It felt weird. Tell me if it’s bad.”
“Softer,” you murmured. “Use the tip of your tongue. Right here.” You guided him with two fingers, showing him the spot.
Kurt nodded seriously, like he was taking notes for a final exam. He leaned back in and tried again, lighter, more careful. The second pass made your breath catch.
“Oh,” he said against you, voice muffled. “You made a sound. Was that a good sound?”
“Good sound. Keep doing that.”
He licked again, then again, growing a little more confident with every quiet noise you gave him. His technique was clumsy, sometimes too much pressure, sometimes not enough, occasional awkward angles but the pure eager focus made up for everything. He kept glancing up between licks, eyes wide and desperate for feedback.
“Am I doing it right? Does it feel good? You’re so wet it’s all over my chin and I keep thinking I must be messing up because I don’t know what I’m doing but you haven’t stopped me yet so maybe—”
“Talk less,” you whispered, guiding his head back down. “Lick more.”
Kurt made a soft, obedient sound and redoubled his efforts. He circled your clit the way you’d shown him, then tried longer strokes, then carefully sucked the sensitive peak between his lips the way he’d seen in videos. The first time he got the suction right your hips twitched.
He pulled off instantly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Do that again.”
“Really?” His voice cracked with pure wonder. “You liked that?”
“Yeah.”
Kurt dove back in with renewed determination, sucking gently, tongue working in clumsy but enthusiastic circles. One hand stayed on your thigh; the other slid up under your shirt to rest over your heart like he needed to feel it beating. He was messy, spit and your wetness everywhere but he didn’t care. Every time you made a sound he moaned softly against you, the vibration sending sparks straight through your core.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled between licks. “I didn’t know it would taste like this. It’s… different. Better. I could do this forever. Tell me if you want me to go harder or softer or slower or—fuck, you’re getting louder. Are you close? Please say you’re close. I want to feel you come on my tongue. I’ve never felt that before and I really, really want to.”
You tangled your fingers tighter in his hair and rolled your hips against his mouth. Kurt followed every movement, clumsy and eager, adjusting when you tugged him higher or pressed him lower. His nose bumped your clit more than once; he apologized every time and kept going.
“Right there,” you breathed. “Don’t stop.”
Kurt made a desperate little sound of agreement and locked onto the exact spot, licking and sucking with single-minded focus. His free hand slid under your ass, lifting you slightly so he could get a better angle. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, obscene and soft and continuous.
When the orgasm hit, it rolled through you in deep, pulsing waves. Your thighs tightened around his head; your fingers clenched in his hair. Kurt kept licking through it, moaning against you like he was the one coming, drinking every tremor and soft cry like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Only when you gently pushed him back did he ease off. His mouth and chin were shiny, lips swollen, eyes glassy and stunned.
He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, still staring at you like he couldn’t believe what just happened.
“I… did that,” he whispered. “I actually did that. And you came. On my face. In my room. On my floor mattress.” A shaky, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Holy shit. I’m never going to be able to look at this bed the same way again.”
He crawled up the mattress and stretched out beside you, still fully dressed except for the obvious tent in his jeans. One arm slid under your shoulders carefully, like he was afraid you might vanish.
“Was I okay?” he asked quietly. “Be honest. I know I wasn’t smooth or anything. I just… I tried really hard.”
You turned your head and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. Kurt melted into it with a soft, happy sound.
“You were perfect,” you murmured against his mouth.
Kurt’s smile was shy and radiant and a little ruined.
“Can we… stay like this for a while?” he asked. “I don’t want you to leave yet. And also I’m still really hard and I don’t know what to do about that but mostly I just want to keep holding you.”
Outside, the house stayed quiet. Down the hall his mom’s white-noise machine hummed steadily.
And on the mattress on the floor, Kurt Kunkle held you like he’d just been given something he’d never dared hope for and had no intention of letting go.
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You felt him still hard against your hip, the thick line of him twitching every time you shifted. Kurt was trying very hard to ignore it, one arm under your shoulders, the other resting carefully on your stomach like he was afraid to move too much.
You turned your head and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I can help you with that,” you murmured.
Kurt’s eyes flew open. “You—right now? After I just… with my mouth? You still want to?”
“Yeah.”
He swallowed hard. “I’ve never… I’ve never done that either. Like, the whole way. I’m a virgin. Completely. What if I’m bad at it? What if I finish in three seconds? What if I hurt you or—”
You sat up and straddled his thighs, hands resting on his chest. “We’ll go slow. And if you finish fast, we can always try again later.”
Kurt stared up at you like you’d just rewritten his entire life. “Okay. Yeah. Okay.” His voice cracked. “Just… tell me what to do. Please.”
You helped him out of his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, still sticky from earlier. You stroked him once and he hissed through his teeth.
“Sensitive,” he whispered. “Still really sensitive.”
You rolled a condom on carefully. He’d produced one from a drawer with shaking hands and an embarrassed confession that he’d bought them “just in case something impossible ever happened.” Then you guided him onto his back and settled over him, knees bracketing his hips. Kurt’s hands flew to your waist and stayed there, gripping like a lifeline.
“Ready?” you asked.
He nodded, eyes huge. “Yeah. Please. I’ve wanted this for so long and now it’s actually happening and I keep thinking I’m dreaming.”
You sank down slowly.
The stretch was thick and steady. Kurt’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp the second the head pushed inside. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave little crescent marks.
“Oh my god—oh my fucking god—” His voice was wrecked. “You’re so warm. And tight. And wet. And I’m inside you. I’m actually inside you. Holy shit.”
You took him inch by inch until you were fully seated. Kurt was trembling underneath you, breathing in short, panicked bursts.
“Don’t move yet,” he begged. “Please. If you move I’m gonna come. I can feel everything. Every little pulse. You’re squeezing me and I can feel how wet you are around the condom and—fuck, I’m already close. I’m so close and we just started.”
You stayed still, letting him adjust, brushing hair off his forehead. “You’re doing so good.”
Kurt let out a broken little laugh. “I haven’t done anything yet. You’re doing all the work and I’m just lying here trying not to embarrass myself.”
When you finally rolled your hips, slow and shallow, his whole body jerked.
“Too much—too much—” He was already gasping. “You’re moving and it feels so good and I can see your face and your tits and I’m inside you and I can’t—I can’t keep it together”
You kissed him to quiet the spiral, then lifted up and sank back down. Kurt moaned into your mouth, high and helpless. His hips stuttered up to meet you once, twice, then he froze again.
“I’m sorry—I’m trying to last—I swear I’m trying”
You could feel how close he was, the way his cock throbbed hard inside you, the desperate little whimpers every time you moved. So you made the decision for both of you.
You sat up fully, hands braced on his chest, and started riding him properly.
Kurt’s eyes rolled back. “Oh fuck—oh fuck you’re on top—you’re riding me—you look so good and I can feel every—every time you go down it hits something and—Jesus Christ”
You set a steady rhythm, grinding down on every stroke so your clit dragged against him. Kurt’s hands stayed on your hips but he didn’t try to take control. He just held on, staring up at you like you were the only real thing in the world.
“You’re so deep like this,” he babbled. “I can feel you all the way. And you’re—you’re using me. You’re just using my cock and it feels so fucking good I can’t think. Tell me I’m doing okay. Please. Even if I’m just lying here.”
“You’re perfect,” you breathed, rolling your hips harder. “Just stay still and let me.”
Kurt moaned loudly, head tipping back against the pillow. “Yes—yes, okay—I’ll stay still—whatever you want—just don’t stop”
You rode him with focused intent, one hand sliding down to rub your clit while the other stayed braced on his chest. Kurt watched every movement with glassy, worshipful eyes, lips parted, soft broken sounds spilling out of him every time you clenched around him.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, voice high and thin. “You’re too tight and too wet and you’re looking at me like that and I can’t—can I come? Please? Is it okay if I come inside the condom while you’re on top of me?”
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Come for me.”
Kurt shattered.
His back arched off the mattress, a loud, wrecked moan tearing out of him as he pulsed hard inside you. His hands flew to your thighs, gripping tight, hips twitching up in helpless little thrusts while he spilled into the condom. The sight and the feel of him coming undone under you pushed you over the edge a moment later, your orgasm rolling through in deep, pulsing waves while you kept grinding down on him, milking every last tremor.
When it was over you collapsed carefully onto his chest. Kurt’s arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you tight, still inside you, still shaking.
For a long time neither of you spoke. Just breathing. Heartbeats. The quiet house around you.
Eventually Kurt’s hand started stroking slow circles on your back.
“That was…” He laughed softly, the sound watery and disbelieving. “I just had sex. With you. On my floor mattress. And I didn’t last long at all but you still… you still made it feel like the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You lifted your head enough to look at him. His eyes were soft, a little wet at the corners, cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” you asked.
“Yeah.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear with clumsy fingers. “More than okay. I feel like my brain melted. In the best way.” He hesitated. “Was it… okay for you? Even though I was kind of a mess?”
“It was really good,” you said honestly. “You’re sweet. And you try so hard. I like that about you.”
Kurt’s smile was shy and radiant. “You like me?”
“Yeah. I do.”
He was quiet for a second, processing. Then, carefully:
“Would you… maybe want to do this again? Not just the sex. Like… hang out. Without a ride request. Go get food or watch something dumb or just sit in my car and talk. I know I’m awkward and I live with my mom and my bed is a mattress on the floor, but… I really like you. And I don’t want this to just be a thing that happened a few times in a rideshare car.”
You studied his face, the earnest hope, the residual fear that he might be asking for too much.
“I’d like that,” you said.
Kurt’s entire expression lit up like someone had flipped a switch. “Really?”
“Really.”
He pulled you back down against his chest and held you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. Then… it’s a date. Or whatever you want to call it. Just… us. Outside of all this.”
You stayed like that for a long time, sticky, warm, tangled together on the mattress on the floor while the rest of the house slept. Kurt’s heartbeat gradually slowed under your ear. His fingers kept tracing idle patterns on your skin like he still couldn’t believe you were real.
Eventually he murmured, almost to himself, “Best passenger ever. By a lot.”
And for the first time, it didn’t sound like a streamer catchphrase.
I will be leaning closer to my AU's canon habit's actions and what not from here on out!!
I think I need to get better at my writing.. If you've noticed, R!Kurt's been more weary of Anon's, and AC!Kurt seem's to be hyper yet aggressive! These actions are how they actually act in my AU's, so don't mind the slight change, plz ^w^
AND BEFORE YOU WORRY, NO THESE AREN'T BIG CHANGES! They're subtle, so if u didn't notice, that just means it worked :3
-Senceriely, Corvus!
heyyyyy girl i loved your kurt fics do you have any recs for kurt fics? cute fluffy ones 🙏
hiiii aw thank you
i honestly don’t really know anyone who writes cute fluffy kurt fics except for @sweetcinnamonangels but that’s probably because i haven’t been reading fics as much as i used to so sorry!!
Listen I don't know how to explain my reasoning but I made a diagram of the dynamics between Billy and my favorite Steve variants. Feel free to fill in your own but I know I'm right.
