pleaseeee please please can you write more Kurt Cobain x f!reader it's soooo peak
Youre my fav writer btw
THANK U ANONY UR SO SWEET IM SO GLAD UR HERE <3333 anyways everyone give a big sloppy thank you to the person that inspired me to write this AGES ago... they literally were the one who reminded me I wrote this and inspired me to make it longer n post it <3 u know who you are... 👀
(Kurt taglist: @eternallybipanicking )
18+/NSFW MDNI!!!!!!! Kurt Cobain x F! Reader Smut! Reader uses she/her pronouns and has breasts and a vagina but no description. This is the "too big" kink fic so uhhhhh yea LOL. Lots of dirty talk, manhandling, dumbification, degradation, nicknames (whore, slut), vulgar descriptors of a vagina, rough sex, mating presses, threat of waking roommates up/getting caught, talk of "making it fit", I think that's it!
"You need to be quiet," He hissed as you moaned, voice breaking at the end as the both of you shuffled through your bedroom door. His grip on your wrist was bruising, lips swollen from the way he had them crashing against yours earlier.
What you wanted to tell him was that the way he clumsily pushed you up against the hallway wall of your apartment would've been enough to alert your sleeping roommates that something was occurring just beyond their doors. One rogue moan was nothing compared to the way the picture frames rattled when your back hit the wall.
"I am," you started to whine as you closed the door as softly as you could, only for him to smash his lips back onto your own, teeth snagging the skin of your bottom lip.
Your hands were in his hair immediately, fingernails digging into his scalp and making him moan as the metallic taste caressed the both of your tongues. He quickly suckled onto your bottom lip, humming feverishly as his hands went down to grip your hips.
Kurt shoved you backward, letting you stumble over your shoes and onto your bed. His breath fanned warm over your sticky skin before you fell back onto the endless piles of pillows. It felt like clouds were cushioning your fall, embracing you as hands yanked the rough denim down your thighs.
You let out a shaky breath, blinking the haze of anticipation from your vision as you helped get your jeans off with slight kicks. He just hummed softly in response, calloused fingers from years of playing with a guitar's strings slid up your skin to hit the frilled hem of your panties.
"Come on," he whispered, prompting you to lift your hips up.
The cotton fabric was yanked off just as fast as you moved with a crack. It definitely ripped, one of the seams being pulled too harshly his desperate movements. It made you shiver, goosebumps spreading across your skin. If he even noticed it, you didnt know because his hands were shifting to his own jeans as he stood at the edge of your bed.
The jingle of his belt buckle was acting like your anchor, keeping you chained down to the present as you sat up on your elbows to watch him borderline scratch at the metal until it gave way.
But with one glance down as he yanked the fabric layers to the side, your eyes widen and pulse quickened in an instant.
"Kurt," you rasp, throat dry. You can barely swallow without it feeling like sandpaper before repeating yourself, a little louder this time, "Kurt."
"Yea?" He glances up, hair falling in his face. His pupils were wide.
"I... I can't," it was embarrassing, admitting it. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide, feeling like it was your first time all over again.
"Can't what?" He murmured, hands shifting to your waist as he leans in to press his lips down your neck.
"Kurt i-im serious... I uh-"
You whimper as he presses his hard length against your hip, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you as close as he can.
The room suddenly felt a lot smaller, cramped and even impossibly tight despite the both of you being the only ones in there. The quiet of the late night made every noise sound ten times louder than it really was, but it was the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin that brought you back to the feeling of him against you.
With another swallow, you said it, "It's not gonna fit-"
"Shhh," he cooed instantly, leaning back to look at you in the darkness. One of his hands came up to brush your face before cupping your cheek, "It'll fit."
"No, Kurt, i-it won't," you began again, eyes shyly flicking down.
Regardless of your babbles, his other hand slid down to your thigh, warm grip resting there as he pulled it to wrap around his hips. He pressed his length against you, resting the sticky head just under your belly button, as if saying that's how far it will go.
He peppered kisses up your neck to your ear, warm breath fanning your skin before he cooed, "I'll make it fit."
You breathed hard and heavy through your nose, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as one of his hands pressed firmly over your mouth. Your knees were pressed to your shoulders, held down by the weight of him on top of you.
The loud slapping of wet skin on wet skin echoed throughout the room. His attempts to keep your moans down to a minimum were done in vain, honestly. If your roommates weren't woken up before they most certainly were now.
The quiet squeaks of your mattress joined the obscene noises, adding to the ambiance in a way that would've made you flustered if you were conscious enough to notice.
"Take it, just like that," he huffed, eyes screwed shut as he fucked himself deeper into you, "Tight cunt squeezing over me, you fucking love this don't you? Dirty little slut..."
Every one of your breaths was cut short by another hard thrust into you, shocking your system over and over. Your body threatened to shut down, fully willing to let go of any control you had left in favor of melting under his grip and the pleasure he was giving you.
"You like getting fucked knowing your roommates are just beyond those walls?" His voice was steady, but every breath betrayed how he really felt, "Like the thought of getting caught with a fat cock in your cunt?"
The squeeze around him had his breath hitching and hips stuttering, a grin slowly spreading across his face as he stared down at the flicker of panic and arousal flash on your face.
"Oh?" He cooed, leaning down to press his lips against your ear, returning to the pace he set before, "Such a whore... so willing to go stupid on my cock and let the whole world know..."
Your hands didn't shift away from where they were wound around his wrist, nails leaving red cresent marks there as he breathlessly laughed, "Fucking love splitting this pretty pussy open... fits perfectly around my fat cock... made just for me to fuck... isn't it?"
HIIIII!!!! My name is Dolly, I am 18+, and I finally decided to make a dedicated fanfic blog!!! Im a big fanfic consumer and writer but I've never really uploaded them before sooooo I decided why not!!
I am a huge music lover so this blog will be dedicated to all my favs in music. Lately I've been super hyperfixated with the 90s Seattle music scene so I'm definitely writing about my beautiful fav Chris Cornell soon <3 but I won't be limited to him, I also really like 70s and 80s music so there will be a ton of variety of musicians i wanna write for!!
Please be kind to me, this is my first fanfic blog so I'm very nervous!!
Not currently taking requests because I don't feel 100% confident in doing so but maybe in the future!! I write for funsies but I do love to write and try to at least make it good so I don't wanna disappoint!
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- I am 23 and a college student!
- huge music nerd, i loveeee so many genres and artists
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I can't wait to meet you all and be apart of the community omg yay!! Im working on some small little blurbs and ficlets that I hope to post soon for you all!! <3
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i've just read your kurt story with the staring contest and i absolutely loved it. saw that you were writing things with comfort or angst so i was wondering if you were okay with writing something about kurt comforting the reader abt sh ? if you're not comfortable with that i totally get it i js wanted to know :) also love ur writing <3
Kurt Cobain -> Self Harm Comfort Headcanons
requested by @himitsuuta
when kurt finds out that you're hurting yourself in any way, he won't make a comment on it when he first notices it. he'll talk to you about it in private at a more appropriate time.
kurt would be very understanding, he could relate to the feelings you're feeling at the moment. somehow he even brightens up himself when he comforts you, it feels more bearable that he isn't the only one.
he won't outright say for you to stop, he'll just try to distract and show you the better sides to life. he'll always bring positivity towards you, (even if he's feeling shitty himself) whether that would be inviting you to some concert or underground show or just showing up at your house at random times to just see you.
back to the thing where kurt will comfort you even when he's feeling like absolute shit himself, he feels like you're worth more than happiness. but truly you are his happiness. he's happy that you're happy, but it doesn't seem that you're happy at all.
kurt's not really the hugs kind of guy. when he feels like you need one, he'll offer up a hug that you never deny. he'd just anxiously wrap his arms around you and just hold you there, hoping he's bringing you at least some sort of comfort. kurt would carefully glide over your scars, aware not to put any pressure on them or draw attention to them.
if you ever hurt yourself badly, he'd finally suggest therapy. if you didn't want that, kurt would offer himself up as a therapist of sorts. he would rather die than see you so unhappy. he'd even offer up cleaning and bandaging your scars.
when you'd allow him, he'd sit in front of you on his knees and try to be as careful as possible. making sure not to hurt you even a little bit. after he would be done, kurt would just rest his head against your knees and express how he doesn't want you to keep doing this to yourself.
it was killing him inside. and he couldn't help but tear up, resting against your knees. that's when you run your fingers through his hair as reassurance that you weren't going to leave anytime soon. you'd stay to keep him happy.
thank you @himitsuuta for the kind words <3 hope you and everyone else enjoys
would tell you jokes just to see your smile. it's what he's living for at this point. if he couldn't make you happy then he wasn't even sure what he was living for.
kurt wasn't going through the best era of his life at this moment.
you being with him helped immensely. he loved you, there was no other way to say it. he was grateful that you chose him over any other person.
would write songs just for you and would even play them right in front of you. kurt would rush making those songs for you, not getting sleep until 4am just to finish it in time.
you would tell him you loved it every single time and he would just smile weakly at you. after that you would let him sleep on you as he finally got some actual sleep.
if you ever fell asleep on him, he wouldn't move a single inch in fear of waking you up, apart from his fingers caressing your hair. he's hungry? he can eat later. he wants to go to the bathroom? he can hold it in. someone's at the door? they can go fuck themselves.
his top priority is your happiness and kurt would want to sacrifice anything just for you to be happy.
if you liked a different genre of music than him, he would learn everything about your favourite bands/artists from it. if the artist/-s seemed tolerable and actually good he would try to get in contact with them to open for a show for nirvana.
if anything ever happened to you, kurt would just crumble and shatter into dust.
thank you for reading. i've been gone for a little while now, taking a break, but now i'm back.
kurt would be the most low-key person around you. he always was open with you. whenever you two would agree on something or have the same ideas he would check off another positive to being around you.
he valued your opinion a lot. wether it would be to get your opinion on his hair or some song lyrics, he could always count on you.
while nirvana was still starting out, you had come to some of their early shows and kurt was grateful for that. during the shows he would throw some looks over at you once in a while, checking if you were still there or if you were trampled in the mosh pit.
kurt didn't give a singular shit about how you looked. you were still the most amazing person he would look at throughout the day.
man's was a ball of mush whenever you were affectionate towards him. he would just smile sweetly, almost a bit shyly, whenever you hugged him or messed with his hair, any touch in general. melted instantly.
kurt : "i'm so damn exhausted."
you : "you need a hug?"
kurt has to stop himself from instantly saying yes and just rushing up to you. he would just rest his head on your lap as he tried to fall asleep. however he never really fell asleep. he would just close his eyes and bask in feeling your presence and you running your fingers through his hair. he didn't care if he wasn't getting enough sleep, he would never dream of missing out on your touch.
kurt couldn't help but be self conscious around you. you knew he didn't have the best living situation or the best mental/physical health, but that didn't change how you acted around him and he was extremely grateful for that.
that still didn't help with his self doubt though. he hated how he looked after a bad relapse. kurt couldn't even look at himself in the mirror without feeling shameful. he would be even more ashamed if you saw him this way.
thankfully you had, and you had comforted him throughout the whole few days. making him warm meals, watching tv, listening to music, just to get his mind off it.
he just fell harder and harder in love with you. kurt never wanted you to leave him, never wanted to see you with a girlfriend or a boyfriend, because he knew he would be crushed and he'd feel like shit.
however he kept that to himself.
bonus :
while you were nursing him back to health, you could say, you had convinced him to let you paint his toe nails. you had stated that you thought that it would be pretty and that it would fit him. kurt could never resist you and just went with it.
that's how he ended up with a pedicure from you. he thought it was cute that you had concentrated so hard to do them so tidely and with care. how could kurt not show them off?
in a few interviews he had just wore sandals without socks just to show off. kurt purposefully would cross one leg over the other so the pedicure could be seen.
the sun was beginning it's decent, casting the sky in a beautiful shade of orange, pink and purple. kurt sat on the edge of the old wooden pier, his bare feet dangling just above the water. you were right next to him.
he could feel the coolness of the evening breeze on his skin, but it did little to calm the storm of nerves inside him. his eyes, a deep shade of blue that often reflected his thoughtful nature, kept darting to you.
this pier by the pond had always been their special place. it was where they shared their dreams, laughed at their silly jokes, and found solace in each other's company. tonight, though, the usual tranquility felt charged with an unspoken tension. kurt had rehearsed his words a thousand times in his mind, yet now that the moment was here, he felt as if they were tangled up in his throat.
the sounds of nature surrounded you two—the gentle lapping of the water, the distant croak of frogs, and the rustling of leaves. the scene was almost too perfect, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for him to speak. kurt gripped the edge of the pier a little tighter, trying to steady his racing heart.
he glanced over at you, his heart, his anchor. there was a softness in your expression, a calm patience that had always made him feel understood. taking a deep breath, kurt finally found the courage to break the silence. "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it felt like a shout in the quiet evening.
as he spoke, his head was screaming at him just to get it over with and it only made his heart ache more with love and fear. "we've known each other for so long..." he continued, his voice growing steadier. "and you've always been there for me, through everything. i don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, my feelings for you changed."
kurt paused, feeling the weight of the moment. every word he was about to say felt like it could change everything. "i've fallen in love with you..." he confessed, his voice trembling. "every moment we spend together makes me realize how much you mean to me. you’re not just my best friend, you’re the person i want to share my life with, the person who makes everything brighter just by being there."
you instantly feel your heart warm up from his confession and grab his hand. his head snaps up to face you instantly and his cheeks flush. "i don't know how I can say something better to say i love you too."
kurt's brain stops working and you just kiss him. he softly kisses back, wrapping his arms around you, never wanting to let go.
it was one of those lazy sunday afternoons in seattle. the sun shining bright through the open window even though the day was coming to an end. you and kurt were both huddled up on your shared bed as kurt smoked a cigarette, some ash falling onto the sheets at times.
the tv was on, showing an old movie that kurt had put on. however the two of you weren't even watching it.
the comfortable silence broke when kurt put out his cigarette on an ashtray on the bedside table. "wanna play a game?" as he turned to you he already had a big grin on his face.
you raise an eyebrow at him curiously, tracing small patterns over his ribs with your fingertips. "what kind of game?"
"a staring contest." kurt declares with a smirk, giving away that he was up to something.
"a staring contest? really kurt?" you laugh lightly. "what are you planning..."
"nothing, just c'mon..." he sits up and pulls you up to sit up too. "please? whoever wins gets to choose what we do for the rest of the day." once he says the last part, you agree. you sit up slightly straighter to look down at him as he didn't have the best posture.
"okay on three..." kurt says, holding up his fingers. "one, two, three." the two of you locked eyes and the contest began. you just stared into his blue eyes.
as you did, all the moments of the two of you rushed to your head and you just got lost in them. for a few moments, neither of you moved. all to be heard was the faint chatter of the still going movie.
"you're gonna lose..." kurt whispers teasingly, his eyes never leaving your's, not even for a measley milisecond.
"no way." you held back your chuckle, not wanting to get distracted. you could easily tell that he was trying to distract you. that was made more obvious when he leaned closer to you, barely leaving any space between the two of you.
"lost in my eyes?" he teases once again, you could smell the cigarette he had smoked earlier that lingered on his breath.
you felt your heart rate quicken as you feel his breath on your cheek. even though you had been together for almost a year you never got rid of those butterflies that you got around him.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, your eyes began to sting. despite your best efforts, you couldn't hold out any longer. you blinked, and kurt's triumphant laugh filled the room.
"ha! knew it!" he exclaims happily, like he had won the most important game of his life. "i win!"
you couldn't help but laugh along with him. "alright, you win. what do you want to do?"
instead of answering right away, kurt scooted closer, his eyes locked onto yours but now filled with a different kind of intensity. his hands cupped your face gently, and he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips.
"how about this?" he whispered, just before closing the remaining distance and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. kurt's lips were soft and his kiss was both gentle and passionate, filled with all the love and affection he held in his heart for you.
as you pulled back slightly, your foreheads resting together, he mutters short of breath. "perfect..."
