#nirvana imagine

[grungedolliris]

"Right Where I Want You"(Kurt Cobain)

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Best friends to lovers, Explicit, Mature Content, Reader has a vagina and boobies

Synopsis: Backstage after a show, Kurt and you finally decide to give in to months(almost a year) of constant yearning and unspoken desire

a/n: i feel like there aren’t enough kurt smuts so here you go!!

Kurt's breath was starting to become unbalanced and uneven, but when you said his name, in that slight little tone you’d speak in whenever you’d want something badly, he couldn’t help but cave

He smashed his soft lips to your jaw, not gentle, not careful as he usually was, but instead slow, distant, and restrained. He made a path of kisses down your neck

“god…you taste good,” he breathed against your soft skin

His rough, calloused hand reached under your shirt fully this time, no hesitation, the warmth from his palms embraced your bare back, his fingers tracing your spine with a slow, almost hungry drag. You arched into him, before you could think, you heard a breathless groan escape from his mouth

As he pushed you harder against the door, his hips met yours, and you felt his growing bulge, a symbol of how bad he wanted you

“You feel that?” He whispered a small smile tugging on his lips, “That’s what you do to me.”

Soon, your fingers slipped under his shirt, dragging over the warmth of his flat stomach, and you felt his whole body tremble. He grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, guiding your hand lower, letting you hear his breath hitch every time you came too close to his cock

“Keep doing that,” he rasped, “and I’m going to lose it.” Kurt’s lips returned to the soft skin of your neck, but this time they travelled down to your collarbone, soon making it towards your breast. His hands moved to your hips, an attempt to bring you guys as close as humanly possible

“Mmm… Kurt,” you gasped. He groaned, “You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this,” he murmured, pressing his face in between your soft breasts. “How many nights I’ve thought about fucking you…” His fingers hooked on the waistband of your pants, not pulling just yet, just testing, his thumb stroked small circles under your navel

Your breath hitched, and he smirked against your skin

“That’s it…let me hear you,” he softly whispered

His other hand went under your shirt and caught a grasp of your breast. His fingers pinched your hard, aroused nipples, and you moaned softly

“Tell me if you want more,” he said, looking into your eyes with a smug smile, “because I’m right here, waiting for you.” You pulled him in closer

Kurt let out a shaking groan and gripped your waist tight. While kissing you, he poked his tongue into your mouth, and as your tongues made love, you could practically feel the lust radiating off of him onto you

“Kurt, please.” You didn’t really know what you were asking for; you just knew you wanted him

Finally, he took your shirt and pants off, leaving you in nothing but a pink bra and thin panties

“Tell me how you want me,” he murmured, voice low and trembling as if he was scared he’d break right there

“Raw and hard,” you said back with a satisfied smile. He pulled his dirty old jeans down, and you pulled his shirt over his head

He stripped himself of his boxers, and you lay on a wooden desk with your legs spread wide, inviting him. He kissed you once more before taking off your panties and stroking his cock

“I can’t wait to feel it inside me,” you said, licking your lips and looking up at him with those innocent eyes

His cock was practically leaking with precum at that point. He aligned his cock with your soaking wet cunt and pushed it in

You felt it feel you whole, you moaned out loudly, and Kurt rushed to put his hand over your mouth while his other one rubbed your clit

“m’fuck kurt!” you said muffled

“I can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you.”

He thrusted inside of you hard and raw just like you wanted. “You’re on birth control, right?” he asked breathlessly

You nodded quickly, your eyes were basically rolling backwards. “I-it feels so fucking good, Kurt!” you moaned loudly. He laughed and pulled his cock out again. This time, he didn’t push it back in

Instead, he waited til you came to him. Once you did, he pressed down on your hips to prevent you from making any friction with his long, thick, and veiny dick

“Nuh uh, who said you're allowed to fuck yourself on my cock, huh?” he asked as he slapped your wet cunt “fuck kurt!” you yelled into your own hand that was placed on your mouth, you didn’t want anyone to find you two going at it but the thought was making you more soaked than you wanted to admit

“Bend over,”

he said sternly. Usually Kurt was sweet and kind, but this was a different kind of Kurt, and you liked it…a lot

You obeyed, got up, and placed your hands on the wooden desk before wiggling your ass just a bit to entice him. He slapped your ass hard, leaving a red mark, without any warning. He pushed his full length into your bare pussy. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as he fucked it inside of you

“k-kurt, i’m gonna fucking cum!” you exclaimed, he only used one hand to fumble with your boob and the other to continue finger fucking your clit, “yeah?, do it then baby, cum all over my fucking cock” that pushed you over the edge and before you knew it you were screaming his name while creaming around his dick, he soon followed and shot his hot and thick load in your tiny tight hole, you felt it drip down to your thighs “it feels good to be filled with something i’ve wanted for so long” you said smiling into his blue orbs.

He just kissed you softly and whispered, “I love you.”

[fritz-federleicht]

Your name/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Summary: Kurt carves your name into his guitar

Words: 499

FLUFF

"What are you doing?" You walk up to Kurt with big steps. He's sitting there with his guitar on his lap, carving something into it.

"Carving your name into my guitar." He says as if it were a matter of course and continues to carve your name. You stand next to him and run your fingers through his hair.

"Kurt, are you high?" You ask him, thinking he wouldn't do that sober.

He looks up and nods. His pupils are huge. "Yes. But that doesn't change what I do. I want it like this." He clears his throat and continues.

You watch him finish the last letters of your name, then he looks up at you. "What do you think?" He holds out his guitar to you.

"It's okay." You answer him after a brief look. Kurt looks at you in horror. "It's just okay?" He asks.

"I'm just saying it would look better if it said 'Y/N + Kurt'."

Kurt's horrified face twists into a grin. "You think that would look better?" He asks, convinced of the idea. "Absolutely." You assure him.

"Then you do that." He holds out his guitar to you. You point. "You want me to do this?" "Yes. Then everyone has done their part."

You doubt. "But what if it looks like shit? What if I screw it up?"

"You can't screw up at all. Have you seen mine? It doesn't look good." As Kurt speaks, you run your fingers over the notches that make your name.

"Come on honey. I want to show the world that we belong together." He wraps his arm around your legs and pulls you close.

You put your arms around his neck and run your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "But you have to promise me that you won't destroy it."

You stick your pinky finger out at him. "Pinky promise?" You ask. Kurt replies. "Of course. Otherwise the tabloids will think we're not together anymore."

You sit down across from him. "All right. Hand it over, then." You hold out your hands, Kurt hands you the guitar. You position it on your lap. "Here, take the knife." You accept it and start carving a big '+' into it.

"Beautiful honey. Better than mine." Says Kurt. You grin and carve the letters of his name into it.

When you're done, you look at your handiwork. "I messed it up. The 'R' turned out way too small." You whine.

"No it didn't. It turned out perfect." He stands up and lifts the guitar, holding it away from him. "This is now the most valuable guitar I've ever owned and ever will."

"Thanks for your help." He leans down and pecks your lips. "I'll use it right away at the next gig."

"Don't do that." You try to persuade him. "Yes I will. You can't change my mind Y/N." He leaves the room and says. "I want everyone to know that you belong to me."

[monarchxx]

Getting Married to Dave Grohl Would Include...

A/N: i had gotten asked to do a HC of getting married to dave more times than to do a normal one shot but if yall still want a one shot lmk. cool? cool.

alright here we go

he did propose after kurts unfortunate death

he had always loved you but thats when he really realized just how much he was in love with you

he wanted to plan something special 

and girl it was a struggle for him let me tell you

he didn’t know if he wanted to do something big or small 

in public or by yourselves 

cliche or original 

he had too many options 

he went looking for a ring and started planning while on tour to make sure you wouldn’t suspect or notice a thing

when you would visit on tour and he had the ring he was debating on doing it then

but he decided not to as to him that wouldn’t be special enough

he had finally picked a day and made plans 

he brought you to a city park because he was bored and wanted to walk around 

the whole car ride there you two were just jamming out and dancing to songs

you didn’t suspect a thing 

but oh lord

he was nervous 

not because he thought you would say no or something

its just the thought of “im proposing today” 

that scared the shit out of him

the sun was already setting by the time you got there 

he was acting like a real gentleman 

when you got there he told you to stay in the car 

he practically jumped out and bolted to your door

opening it with his hand out and adding a classic “m’lady”

you guys were walking the sidewalks around the river in the park 

dave was cracking jokes and messing around with you 

that lasted for a solid 10 minutes before a beach house started to appear in front of you guys 

at this point dave knew each step you two took the closer it was getting for him to ask

he grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs into the building 

when you walked in you were surrounded by lights dangling on the walls and a skylight ceiling 

it was very very pretty

you were confused 

you had just gone for a walk and now you’re there 

dave had a grin on his face and pulled you onto the couch that was in the middle of the living room

dave could read the confusion on your face

he pulled out a guitar and was like “I wanted to surprise you so”

without saying another word or allowing you to say anything he started playing a song 

he started to sing “Tonight i’m tangled in my blanket of clouds dreaming aloud things just won’t do without you”

emotions took over and you started to tear up

dave was staring into your eyes 

every word he sang just hit deeper and deeper into your heart

he smiled and stopped singing 

got on one knee and said “will you marry me”

you said yes obvi

dave kissed you then when he pulled away he screamed

“alright boys she said yes” and outcomes all of yours and his friends

marrying him was different 

months of planning 

he kind of let you take control

it was both of your guys big day 

but if you were happy then so was he 

during the months of planning the wedding he made it known you two were engaged 

always like “hey guys look at my fiance”

“yes yes my “FIANCE”“

“have you seen how sexy my fiance looks”

not just that but the ring 

constantly like “hey babe show em the ring”

“look at that beaut”

finally the day of the wedding 

dave was just a smiling gushy mess

when he saw you walk down the aisle 

that was it

it was over 

he was just like shit how the hell does someone get that good looking 

when the officiant said you may now the kiss bride 

dude swept you off your feet 

literally

turned around and let big “woo” out 

throughout the whole night when ever somebody complimented you dave would say thank you 

like 

“y/n you look so beautiful”

and theres dave who wasnt even listening to the conversation you were having 

just goes “oh my god thank you so much”

you and dave spent the whole night dancing and goofing off 

just having fun

the night was everything you dreamed of 

dave made sure it would be

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Morning Run

Pairing: Dave Grohl x Reader

A/N: Thank you to the Anon who requested this! It was really fun to write...

“Alright, just about a quarter mile up that hill and we’re halfway there,” you informed your boyfriend cheerfully, looking back over your shoulder to make sure he had heard you.

“Uphill?” he groaned, gazing at the steep path you would be jogging up.

You chuckled a bit and nodded your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from mocking his whining.

This was Dave’s first ever time joining you on one of your morning jogs and he was handling it pretty much how you expected him to. Let’s just say, there was a reason you had never invited him before and you weren’t likely to invite him again after today.

It’s not that Dave was unfit. The opposite was true really, he was actually pretty athletic. His drumming gave him quite the workout every day too, but your daily jog was a rather grueling task. You, yourself, had spent years building up your endurance to get to this point in your fitness routine. It wasn’t something you expected everyone to be able to accomplish and do with pleasure like you did right off the bat, but Dave had insisted on joining you while he was staying over at your house, saying it would be good for him and that he’d enjoy it.

Oh, how wrong he’d been.

After the first mile and a half, he’d done nothing but complain through his tired panting. You weren’t bothered much, you had expected it from him. You almost felt a little bad even. Almost.

“Wait, did you say halfway?” Dave asked you when you’d both reached the top of the hill, your previous words only just now fully sinking in.

This time you couldn’t help but laugh at his exasperated expression as he stopped running for a moment, taking a break to catch his breath.

“I told you it was a long route,” you said, stopping as well and giving him some reassuring pats on the back.

“You didn’t tell me it was a marathon!” he exclaimed. “How long do you run for?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“About five miles in total,” you replied, chuckling again when Dave’s mouth practically dropped open.

“Five miles? And you do this every morning?”

“I try to,” you said. “And don’t worry. I know a shortcut that will take us home faster. It shaves about two miles off the run.”

“Oh, thank god,” was Dave’s quick response before a guilty expression washed across his face.

“I mean, are you okay with that?” he asked. “I don’t want you to miss out on whatever you gain from all this physical torture.”

You elbowed him playfully and rolled your eyes.

“Of course, I wouldn’t have said anything if it wasn’t okay,” you said. “Now, c’mon.”

Dave tried his best to keep his moaning and groaning to a minimum for the short remainder of your morning jog, but that didn’t stop him from complaining endlessly about how tired he was when you finally reached your house. The shortcut, as promised, had made the run substantially shorter but Dave was still feeling wrought with exhaustion. You, on the other hand, were feeling more energetic than usual given the shorter mileage.

“I think I’m dying,” Dave said, voice muffled from where he lay on your living room floor, face pressed into the carpet.

You kicked at one of his feet as you walked past him, headed to the kitchen to get the both of you some much deserved cold water. Dave had all his limbs stretched out like a starfish, so you were careful not to trip on him as you moved past.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” you called out from the room over as you filled two glasses full of water.

“Not in the slightest,” Dave replied, propping himself up onto his elbows when you returned back to the living room.

He took the water you offered him gratefully and made a show of gulping down the whole thing and wiping away the stray droplets that fell down his chin with his hand.

You just shook your head and giggled while Dave grinned, proud to have made you laugh.

“So, I take it you’re pretty tired, huh?” you asked him, sitting down on the floor beside him and running a hand through his hair.

“Mhm,” he hummed, pleased with the feeling of your fingers along his scalp. “Exhausted. I just want to lay here for the rest of my life.”

You smiled to yourself. You had a trick up your sleeve that you knew would have Dave up instantly.

“That’s too bad. Guess that means you aren’t up to taking a shower with me,” you sighed, feigning disappointment.

You stopped moving your fingers through his hair as you waited expectantly for any sort of reaction from him. Beneath your hand, your boyfriend stilled.

It took him less than a moment to spring up from the floor and pluck you off the ground, tossing you over his shoulder. It was a less than delicate maneuver, and a rather surprising one, that left you letting out an embarrassingly loud squeal, but he was successful in picking you up nonetheless.

“Okay, fine,” he grunted, shifting you on his shoulder as he began to walk towards your bathroom. “Shower first, and then we can lay on the floor for the rest of our lives.”

You giggled again on account of your boyfriend as you swung your head around to plant a loving kiss on his cheek as he paraded you over to the shower.

“Deal.”

[loverrrss]

Nirvana Masterlist

NIRVANA:

Kurt Cobain One Shots:

A Smile That Made Everyone Smile Too

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[kurtfanfic]

WOW

Hey guys...... it seriously has been a long time.... going through my old posts has brought back these nostalgic feelings on how happy writing this really made me.... and to see what was going on in my life at the time.  I have seriously been through a lot, but haven’t we all!

I want to start writing this story again but i’m not sure that any one would care anymore lol

please if your reading this, reach out and let me know! i would love to have like a co writer too to help me get back into this! 

i seriously missed you all!!

also i think im gonna be posting this stroy on Wattpad if anyone is interested!!

[pete-urie-blog]

IMAGINE Kurt waiting for you because you are late

[fritz-federleicht]

Hey boo! I love your Kurt imagines and I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is sick. No worries if you can't.

Thanks! <33

Next to you/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Summary: You're sick and try to keep Kurt at a distance. He soon longs for you

Words: 570

FLUFF

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The door slowly slides open. Light streams into the completely dark room.

You groan and turn in your bed, away from the light. Footsteps come toward you. "Kurt, you know it's no offense, but go away! I don't want you to get sick." You try to stop your lover with a raspy voice.

He stops. "But I want to hold you in my arms again. Besides, the sofa is rock hard." His footsteps settle back into gear. In a moment, he'll be standing right next to you. "And it's not particularly big, either."

"But I don't want you to get sick!"

You almost made it through the cold without infecting Kurt. He's been nursing you the last few days. Again and again he came into your room like a caring mother and asked if you needed anything. Kurt brought you tea and soups. In the meantime your cold has gotten better, but not completely gone.

Despite your illness, he often tried to lie down with you. During the night he entered the room and crept up to you. Kurt slowly lowered his body onto the mattress. But because of your cold, your sleep wasn't very deep anyway and you woke up immediately. He tried to move as little as possible, hoping you wouldn't notice him. And thus also not the deepening in the mattress.

Kurt now stops a little bit away from you, accepting your request not to come closer. For now. "I won't get sick, my love."

"Honey, it's only two more days. I'll be fine then." Your voice is weak.

It's quiet. Kurt doesn't answer anymore and you wonder if he has left the room.

"Kurt? Are you still there?"

Suddenly he's standing right in front of you. The light shines against Kurt's back, exposing his slender outline. Before that, he avoided the brightness. "I don't care if I get sick. Understand this please. I just want to hold you in my arms." Kurt's voice sounds tortured. So very tortured. He sounds like he's about to cry because his longing for you is so strong. It breaks your heart to see him suffer.

You exhale and slide to the side. "Alright, then lie down with me." You pat the empty spot next to you. "But don't complain if you feel bad later and get sick."

Kurt places himself next to you and gently wraps his arm around your waist. So gently, as if you could break at any moment. He pulls you to his chest and exhales in relief. "Finally. I've been wanting to do that for the last few days."

A soft chuckle creeps over your lips. It's sweet that he missed you so much.

Kurt continues to speak. "And if I get sick, then that's the way it is. I'll deal with that when the time comes. Right now I want to enjoy this moment."

"Then do that. I won't run away." You drop deeper into your soft pillow. "Is it okay if I sleep?"

"Absolutely. You need to get well." Kurt's lips gently press a kiss to the back of your head as he pulls the blanket over your ailing body. "Sleep tight honey."

You close your eyes, sure you'll feel much better tomorrow. Maybe it's because of sleep, or maybe it's because Kurt is lying next to you.