#nirvana one shot

[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."

#kurt cobain x y/n #kurt cobain one shot #kurt cobain #kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain imagine #nirvana x y/n #nirvana x reader #nirvana one shot #nirvana imagine #nirvana

[stinkysquirel]

. * . ⋆『𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 』⋆. * . 

۵ Kurt Cobain x Reader

↳ Prompt: " I don't even remember why we fight this much,"

↳ Warnings: None, maybe a bit of angst

↳ Word count : 1.4k

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Krist and Dave were sitting on the couch, both groaning and rolling their eyes at you both.

You and Kurt fought so often, it made you wonder sometimes why they still kept you around. The air was filled with cigarette smoke and thick tension.

"Jesus Christ! God, why don't you ever just shut up?" Kurt yelled.

"Maybe I would if you didn't make those sarcastic ass comments. You know what your fucking doing." you huffed.

"Oh come on, it's not my fault you're so sensitive all the damn time." Kurt rolled his eyes as he took a drag out of his cigarette.

"No you don't get to say that after the shit you just said earlier." Kurt just nodded his head at you laughing to himself.

"Fucking hell why do you guys keep me around and invite me to your shows when all we do is fight?" you whined.

You were tired of all the arguing and yelling already. It was obvious that you and Kurt didn't get along, it was made very clear every time you and the band would have an outing.

It would get especially bad when you guys would start arguing after a show. Kurt was always stressed and tired, which made him irritable.

After your earlier question, they all just stood silent, none of them daring to look your way. Kurt though seemed to take it differently. His face softened from his once angry one as he stared at you.

Their silence was not the response you were expecting. Every second longer that it lasted was awfully painful. They'd all been like family to you and meant so much to you. They were the only friends you could depend on. And the fact that they were not rushing to tell you otherwise was heart wrenching. Even if you did think it was selfish of you to expect.

Your eyes began to well up with tears as your lip began to slightly quiver. You were embarrassed because of your reaction, feeling like a child.

"Maybe you'll all be better off with me. Seems like I'm a burden to all of you.”

You were almost waiting for one of them to say no and reassure you that they did in fact want you there. You held out hope for as long as you could, but it soon became too unbearble.

You stormed out of the room as angrily as you could, but your legs were wobbly, and looking back it must've looked silly to everyone else.But you didn't care. You just needed to get out of there, it felt like the walls were closing in and the room was beginning to swallow you whole.

Tears streamed down your face uncontrollably as you frantically tried looking for an exit. All the crew and personnel didn't fail at staring you down, making you overwhelmed with emotion.Breathing suddenly seemed so difficult. But thankfully, you found the door before you could completely collapse.

You found comfort in the bright red exit sign. As soon as you opened the door, the cold breeze engulfed your shivering body.The wind felt especially icy on your wet cheeks, but you didn't pay much mind to it. Not like you could anyway, as emotions were high.

You placed your back on the freezing brick wall behind you, making your shivering only intensify. The crispy New York breeze was not kind to you.

You were only sporting a striped sweater and some old jeans that you could never bring yourself to throw away. Your thicker layer, left in the room which you had just escaped from.

You clutched your side as you used one hand to reach into your pocket and pull out a cigarette from its box.

You placed it gently between your lips, and searched your pocket for your lighter. You furrowed your brows when you didn't feel it.

"great." you thought.

You sighed before becoming startled by the door swinging open beside you. You turned to look at who it could possibly be, and to your surprise, it was Kurt.

"Why are you here? To mock me even more?" you questioned.

Though, you were shocked to see that he didn't say anything back. He just walked over next to you and copied your actions in laying his back against the wall as well. He looked over at you, and noticed the cigarette resting on your lips.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on, and held it where you could see it, offering to light a cigarette for you. He knew from previous times that you never had a light on reach.

“no. none of that. I came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.

When you finally noticed the warmth near you, your face softened from its once angry one. You contemplated on rejecting his offer, but the thought of a cigarette seemed too good to pass up.

You looked at him wearily before leaning your face to the flame. You gazed up at him and noticed his stare. Your eyes met his for a few seconds, and weirdly, the warmth returned to your body. Y

The cigarette ignited slowly, and the familiar scent of tobacco filled your noise, relaxing you instantly.

His eyes never left your eyes, neither did yours. It almost made you nervous.

"Thanks," you mumbled reluctantly, and looked away. "So why exactly are you here? this isn't like you."

Kurt pressed his head against the wall, looking up towards the sky momentarily before answering.

"I just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."

You rolled your eyes. You weren't too sure about his sudden change in attitude towards you. It was strange to see him so soft and almost gentle. He'd never shown that side of himself to you, sure you've heard it in his music but never in person.

It was almost oddly tranquil as you both just stood looking at the busy street. The sun had started to set a while ago, and the street lights were on the verge of illumination.

"Krist and Dave are in there looking for you, they're worried, you know." Kurt commented, looking over to you.

You huffed, "Yeah, I'm glad they are," your face crunched lightly, remembering for a moment hat had happened earlier, "that shit you guys did back there was fucking excruciating."

A tear escaped your eye, making his stomach turn.

Kurt dropped his head, looking at his shoves and the pavement surrounding them.

He hesitated before finally speaking. "I'm really sorry."

He almost wanted to damn his education as he couldn't find all  the right words that he really wanted to say with all the things caught in his mind. He was amazing with lyrics, a genius even. But now, he really couldn't say anything.

You were surprised, never once in all your arguments had he ever apologized. And it felt genuine.

"You don't know how badly I want to believe you." you confessed.

He nodded his head slightly, but he didn't speak.

There was obvious tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable as one would expect it to be. You both just stayed there, tolerating each other's presence for what may be the first time.

A giggle from him broke the silence and startled you.

"what?" you asked, confused.

"It's nothing, it's just.. I don't even remember why we fight this much." he smiled, rubbing temples, staring at the street before him.

You couldn't help but smile back at him.

"It seems like for the longest time I've been pretending."

This time, you weren't really sure what he was trying to say.

"What do you mean?" you quizzed.

He finally turned his body towards you, arms crossed with a stupid grin.

"What I mean is, I think you're beautiful."

Heat wasted no time in rising to your cheeks, so you sharply turned away from him.

"I realized now that all this time I've been angry towards you is the cause.." He paused. Now, instead of playing scramble in his mind, he was having trouble with picking out the words to say, and he had so many.

"I really like you."

You still wouldn't dare look at him. It all seemed so sudden. But you felt relieved. Almost like a weight had been shed from your body. This was strange, you considered the idea that maybe, you'd wanted this all along.

"I like the way you think, the way you get defensive, and shit, even the way you yell. Maybe that's why I loved arguing with you."

Your heart began to beat faster with every word he let out.

"I know me saying this probably seems stupid but-"

You cut him off by placing your lips on his.

"Shut up and kiss me."

#kurt cobain #kurt cobain oneshot #nirvana one shot #kurt cobain x you #kurt cobain x reader

[memobread]

im actually gonna cry bc of how fine this man is

HES SO FUCKING HOT AND HIS FUCKING HANDS JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH

i am so unbelievably HORNY FOR THIS FUCKING MAN. i swear to god i'd let him do absolutely anything to me. i am merely an object of his pleasure. holy fucking shit i need this man so so so so so bad i'm gonna cry. DAVE FICS COMING DAVE FICS COMING DAVE FICS COMING FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK

#dave grohl #90s icons #90s rock #adult world #smut #hes so beautiful #hes mine #hes so hot #hes so perfect #foo fighters #taylor hawkins #nirvana #90s music #seattle sound #krist novoselic #cvm #x reader #fluff #one shot #dave grohl smut

[dethkomic]

The Talismans of the Doomstar - Pg 1

Trouble seeing this? Visit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53746570/chapters/136054582 for full pages.

If you like this kind of stuff, troll my other account @chordsykat

#dethkomic #talismans of the doomstar #update #one-shot #mtl #metalocalypse #dethklok #dethklok comics #mtl oc #dethklok comic #baen-shee #sparkles the bass player #nita nirvana #caj stryker #eden nightwish

[sabrinaleatherwood]

Backstage

ship - Kurt cobain x reader

credits to GIF owner

warnings - kissing, cursing, mentions of sex(no actual smut),mentions of smoking, cigarettes, possibly typos, fluff

Feel free to reblog or repost :)

You had just arrived at the building your boyfriends band Nirvana was playing tonight. After going to the store to get Kurt a pack of cigarettes you had rushed back from the store to see him before they went on stage. As you walked in from the back door you quickly went to the room you knew Kurt would be. As you walked up to the door of the room you knocked softly, hearing a "come in." You opened the door to see Kurt and the other band members, Dave and Krist sitting on two seperate couches, Dave and Krist on one, and Kurt on the other. You walked over to sit next to Kurt. As you approached him he smiled up at you and grabbed your hand pulling you next to him. "Hi my love" he whispered softly into your ear. "Hey baby" you whispered back. "I got your cigarettes" you said to him after a moment of silence. "Thank you sweetheart." He smiled at you. Someone, probably an band manager, walked in and told the band they were on in 10 minutes. As everyone stood up Kurt held out his hand to help you up. You took his hand and he pulled you into him wrapping his arms around your waist. You put your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He began to deepen the kiss when you stopped him "Not now love" you said softly. "You have a show to do." Resting his forehead on yours he whined Back "Fine but after the show I'm gonna fuck you so hard you wont be walking for days." You blushed and looked down softly pushing at his chest. "Go play your damn show Cobain". He smiled saying "I'll see you later y/l/n, I love you." He pulled you in for one more kiss. " I love you too" was the last thing you said to him before watching him smile at you then walk on stage with the rest of the band. You went into the crowd and watched him blow you a kiss from the stage. You blew one back to him as they began the first song.

Sorry it's short!

#kurt donald cobain #kurt cobain #kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain fluff #kurt cobain x reader fluff #nirvana #nirvana x reader #dave grohl #krist novoselic #music #bands #grunge #kurt cobain imagines #kurt cobain one shots

[thecrenellations]

next time on Mei Changsu Goes House Hunting: corpses in a well

today: the corpse of his past

(Nirvana in Fire, ep. 7)

#sorry about the caption #the scene does destroy me #nirvana in fire #lang ya bang #mei changsu #mu nihuang #lin shu #cause he’s there or not there #nif drawings #something i #this one makes me think I should draw and color things more normally more often #It turned out nice and I think the color palette of the shot/scene helped #note: whoops they’re skeletons not corpses #oh well #my art now

[nirvanai]

if I had a nickel for every time i’ve come to adore an Uchikoshi game protagonist who’s a good guy that gets dragged into an insane and deadly situation and is ultimately forced into a life or death "game” out of his desire to protect his loved one(s), where the fallout from this event leads to him becoming an alcoholic detective that can’t let that one case go even years later down the line, i’d have two nickles. 

Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice,

#Kuruto Ryuki #junpei zero escape #aini #nirvanai #nirvana initiative #zero escape #999 #aini spoilers #nirvana initiative spoilers #nirvanai spoilers #ze spoilers #zero escape spoilers #999 spoilers #vlr spoilers #junpei tenmyouji #anyways when i joke that ryuki was laser targeted to my interests #i mean *laser* targeted to my interests #junpei is one of my favourite fictional characters just in general #he's so interesting and he's been through so much and i love every version of him #and ryuki has immediately shot up to be a fave on par with junpei #like he's just got the absolutely perfect vibes #i think they need to meet #actually considering ZE is canon and tearer has played it #do you think tearer kinassigned ryuki as junpei #like 'oh this guy is SUCH a junpei. i gotta fuck with him.' #(this is 99% a joke but also. tearer saying 'drop a kinlist' is now too funny to ignore)

[hecksupremechips]

They did Ryuki so dirty in aini and I’m gonna be salty about it for the rest of my life I think

#aitsf #ai nirvana initiative #kuruto ryuki #like cannot emphasize how they just did not use him in the second half of the game #and i dont wanna diss the mizuki side cuz i honestly really loves it and i love her so much but just like #why did they even make ryuki in the first place if theyre gonna cut him off like that #and same with tama too its like you spend this game getting attached to these two really good characters and then its like ha fuck you! #and then all the stuff thats ACTUALLY important to the plot and the case begins #they dont even have like a moment where ryuki can feel relief at date being alive like dude #they like. this guy drinks himself into oblivion and goes insane over the death of a man he loved whose death he blames himself for #and the game cant even give these two characters like even a kinda touching reunion they just straight up DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE IT AT ALL #which dates role in the game in general i think was also done dirty but i digress #like yeah okay sure just have almost all of ryukis motivations revolve around date and wanting to become worthy of him #and ​then go eh whatever anyways #oh and then have ryuki literally get shot at the end protecting date cuz thats how much he loves him and just like. they barely even care #date is literally the only person that seemed to have acknowledged it happened but it was literally like #oh no!!!! ryuki is literally bleeding out uwaaa!!! anyways #i used this card hesitantly with pewter after finishing ai1 but fuck it ill say it with my full chest this time #im calling homophobia here like come on you cant ignore this one #sorry to pewter and ryuki for both being canon gay and really interesting characters but the game doesnt care about you 😔

[anonarat]

One thing really strikes me about Nirvana Initiative.

Somniums having their own internal (and sometimes external) logic and consistency makes for a better game, but a worse game.

What I mean by this is from a purely objective point of view, the somniums are less frustrating and obtuse, smoothing out the gameplay loop.

But! Somniums are dreams. They should be illogical and nonsensical. It loses some of the narrative weight if the dream is easy to understand, and they just sort of play cutscenes to get the narrative across.

I feel like the ShovelForge vs. Kusemon Iris somniums are a perfect example of this. They both come (I assume), relatively late in the path. The Kusemon somnium is all in pretty much the same location, and follows quickly understandable rules. The ShovelForge somnium has you doing bizarre and strange things to change the path. It has an alien invasion and a golden pyramid.

And you also get somniums like Iris’ in the Annhilation branch. It does a lot more showing rather than telling about the character. Meanwhile, defeat an opponent in the mansion, and you get to see a cutscene telling you what happened.

#Anonarat plays AI: The Somnium Files Nirvana Initiative #It feels like it's hindering its own narrative punch #Also it was weird hearing the characters describing the So fight as hard considering that I one-shot him #And knowing the first game lets you easily pick up F for GG EZ

[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.

#kurt cobain one shot #kurt cobain x y/n #kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain imagine #kurt cobain #nirvana x y/n #nirvana x reader #nirvana one shot #nirvana imagine #nirvana

[stinkysquirel]

༊*·˚୨⎯ 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⎯୧༊*·˚

⭒ - ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ۵ - ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ❀ - ѕмυт

𝒩𝒾𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒶:

𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘯 - All Apologies ⭒

𝒜𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎:

𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘯 - About a Girl ۵

𝑀𝓎 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒:

𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘐𝘦𝘳𝘰 - Coming Back To Me Now ۵ ❀

#kurt cobain x reader #kurt cobain x you #nirvana one shot #kurt cobain oneshot #ahs murder house #tate ahs #tate langdon x you #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon one shot

[bernkastel-ao3]

I have a new ai the somnium files fic up, set in the six year space within nirvana initiative and centred on Amane. Please consider checking it out.

#ai the somnium files nirvana initiative #ai nirvana initiative #fanfic #amame doi #gen ishiyagane #one shot

[jakejeffreyperalta]

sally jackson is literally the only person ever. she's so amazing. she's perfect. she's so kind it makes people cry. she listens to nirvana. she's beautiful. she fought a bull. she can cook. she's everyone's mother. she's a writer. she sings sad songs and applies them to her life and cries. she killed her abusive ex husband and sold him to get money for an apartment. she used to work at a candy store and bring percy samples of his favourite flavours. she shot a monster with a police gun in the middle of a war. she started making food blue because she's petty and she knew it would piss gabe off. she's an icon. she's the moment. no. 1 milf. no one's doing it like her.

#when i say she's literally the best character in the pjoverse i really really mean it #shes everything. everything #i love her to death #ALSO SALLY JACKSON MIXTAPE DROPPING WHEN I LOVE HER MUSIC TASTE SO FAR #COME AS YOU ARE WHILE MAKING STIR FRY??? JEALOUS GUY BY JOHN LENNON. OK QUEEN #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #the chalice of the gods #chalice of the gods #sally jackson

[captainfern]

Lemme tell you something pookie, pregnancy sex with ANY of the boys would be amazing? But Price? Possessive, pregnancy sex with Price? It would be TOP TIER

That man would 100% have a hand over his darling’s belly while he whispers praises into their ear, telling them how beautiful they look with their (his) kids.

And when the baby isn’t coming out around the 40 week mark? Well maybe Price read something about sex maybe inducing birth and its worth a shot.

Sorry if this is too horny and not your cup of tea. Love your work pookie

In Utero pt.2

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“In Utero” Album by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - you're pregnant and overdue. price's heard that sex can help get things moving lol • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1k • warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, pregnancy, praise, soft and gentle but also price has a fat breeding kink so idk, use of mama while he fuckin you lmao, strong language

super short sorry ! i'm in a bit of a writing slump :( enjoy anyway x

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You were still pregnant. Still.

Just past the 40 week mark, and baby was not in any mood to enter the world. You were annoyed by this stage, feeling hot and sweaty and constantly overstimulated by just standing too long. You'd researched all kinds of ways to induce labour naturally, but nothing seemed to be working.

But there was one more thing you hadn't tried. You'd put it off initially, not overly intent for that to be the first strategic move. But your husband was more than happy to show you that it could work.

He promised to be gentle, to take care of you. You believed him because, come on, it's John we're talking about– when has he ever not taken care of you?

John lay against your shared bed, a couple of pillows stacked beneath his head and shoulders so he could get a good look at you at all times. You straddled him, his large hands squeezing the fat of your thighs, trailing up to grip your hips gently.

He moved you back and forth, up and down in a gentle pattern that had you dropping your head back in pleasure. The pleasure was a simmering glow in the base of your tummy that made you feel all the more drowsy and warm.

The curve of your pregnant belly was on full display for John as you rode him, and he moved one hand to place it across your tummy. You whimpered at John's warmth, surrounding your body as he helped you move up and down his cock. The wet heat of your cunt sucked him in, leaving him a grunting mess laying against the bed.

"Aren't you just so fucking gorgeous, hm?" He voiced, hoarse with need. One strong hand continued to guide you against his length, throbbing inside you as your slick walls fluttered around him. He released a hushed groan, his mouth dropping open slightly. "Absolutely fucking stunning, sweetheart."

The hand on your belly smoothed over the visible stretch marks, feeling the textures as they striped down your skin. You whimpered out again, head falling forward this time, your body heating up. You watched with hooded eyes as John looked you up and down, his eyes lingering the longest on your tummy. He ran his thumb down the linea nigra; the darkened line down the centre of your stomach.

"Such a beautiful woman, all round with my baby," he muttered, still helping you ride him with just one hand splayed across your hip. "N' you're gonna be such a good mama, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You didn't know if you had the energy to respond. Your orgasm was building like a ball of warmth within you, and your muscles were beginning to tire, the weight of your belly diminishing your stamina.

"John..." You whined, eyelids fluttering again.

He hummed lowly, still stroking his fingers down the marks on your tummy. "You made this, baby. We made this. M' so proud of you, you know. So fucking proud of my sweet girl."

You moaned breathlessly, the weight of his cock inside you making your legs shake against the bed, thighs quivering beneath his hold. You moaned again when he quickened his thrusts– still gentle, but hitting deeper inside you, just deep enough that your orgasm began building faster.

"Oh, fuck, John, please," you begged, a whine and a whimper rolled into one. Your arms had been resting on his legs, fingers brushing the coarse hair, but you moved them to his stomach and chest, bending more over his body as yours began to shake. "M'gonna— fuck, m’ so close..."

He smiled up at you, finally moving his hand from your tummy and grasping both of your hips. He took most of the responsibility off you– lifting and dragging your plush body onto his cock, revelling in the feeling of your tight, wet pussy sucking him in, further and further. He moaned at the thoughts in his head, his cock twitching inside you. You looked so fucking pretty, all fat with his kid.

"Come on, baby. You can come, yeah?" He whispered, jerking his hips to meet the movement of you. "You wanna come?"

You moaned at him, the end of it morphing into a loud exhale as you shuddered, your clit throbbing and a thin layer of sweat covering your exposed skin. "John..."

"I know, I know," John cooed, bouncing you gently on his cock, his own orgasm fast approaching as your continued to spasm around him, all warm and wet and so fucking pretty. "Come 'round my cock, mama, you can do it. Want this pretty pussy squeezin' 'round my cock."

You came with a series of breathless whimpers falling past your lips. Your cunt squeezed his cock, just like he said, your release dripping down the sides of his length and onto his lap. You continued to whimper quietly through the ripples of your orgasm as he continued grinding into you, his pubic hair rubbing against your swollen clit.

He came with a moan of your name, his head flopping back as he pumped you full. You moaned out again as his cum filled you, stuffed far inside you. Maybe it was how over-sensitive you felt, but you could almost feel his seed dripping out of you.

John rolled over onto his side, holding onto you as he did so. You let out a yelp of surprise, then broke into tired giggles as your husband tucked you against his side, your belly pressing against his. He nuzzled into your head, his hands roaming every inch of your body with his cock still nestled deep inside you. He had thrown one of your legs over his so that you were in a comfortable position.

"Mmm... can't wait to get you pregnant again..." he mumbled sleepily, and you slapped him lightly on the chest, sleep beginning to wash over you as well.

"Let's wait until this one's ready to come out, yeah?" You mused, and John planted a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you. So much, sweetheart." He said, and you hugged him tighter. You loved him too.

And hopefully, after all this, you'd finally go into labour and get this stubborn baby out of you. Stubborn, just like John.

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[coryosbaby]

Cry, Kill, Die

[ part two ]

Synopsis: In which Coriolanus Snow takes you for his own.

content warning . Dark themes— stalking, kidnapping, and Stockholm’s syndrome heavily mentioned // Extremely dubious consent, Murder and gore mentioned, misogynistic elements, past prostitution and a hint of bisexual! Coryo?// mentions of oral, non consensual masturbation, peacekeeper (ish?) ! Coryo, dom! Coryo, goes more into his pov this chapter <3

Coryo has a tendency to make women hate him.

He’s never known why. Although he sugars them up with sweet words and gifts, they never seem to meld to his image the way he wants them to, never obey. He wonders what he’s doing wrong.

And then, one day, he sees you.

It was a rainy night in district twelve when he took sight of you. You were almost childish in your ways, skipping merrily throughout the gravel streets, as if the whole world wasn’t against you. You had stuck your tongue out to catch the rain droplets into your mouth, and Coryo felt something so primal kick in his gut that it was almost blinding.

He began to follow you, after that.

It wasn’t that strange, at least not to others. He was a peacekeeper, they couldn’t say shit to him even if they wanted to. After the death of Sejanus the other peacekeepers strayed away from him, so he didn’t have to worry about them, either.

“A snitch,” they had spoken, quiet whispers that they thought he couldn’t hear. “Betrayed Sejanus. Yeah, him. The nice boy with the capital parents.”

Coryo had ignored them, when they talked about his other past lover. And if he was being honest he didn’t have enough of his mind occupied in that field to care. No, he was focused on something bigger— something, a plan perhaps, that would make you his.

You weren’t innocent. He knew that, took note of the many men you took home from bars for a few dollars. But there was something so precious about you, that set you apart from the others. You could be claimed if the right man stepped in and took the initiative.

And that’s when Coryo got the idea.

Lucy Gray was out in a heartbeat. There would be no remembrance of her, of her mockingjays, rainbow dresses, or silly songs. Lucy gray didn’t matter, anymore.

All he saw was you.

When he let Lucy gray lead him out into that cabin, it was out of sheer dumb luck. Everything was falling into place; he had found a place to keep you, a way to get rid of Lucy Gray, a place secluded and empty. This is where you would become his wife.

He decided it then, after he had shot and disposed of Lucy’s body.

It was the perfect place. It would be a home, a place for your own enjoyment and for your shared children. It would be nirvana.

A downside fell in front of Coryo, along the way. He would be going back home— his plan to make his way back up to the top had worked. But so what? He could find a way around his duties, a way to see you at least once every day. That’s why he chose the peacekeeper uniform. The time he arrived in district twelve every day would be the time most guards were off duty. He could wander as he pleased, and no one would recognize him because he glided smoothly in the crowd of men. Coriolanus Snow was supposed to be discharged, after all. There was no way, the other peacekeepers chided, that that one quiet guard could be him.

And when Coryo kidnapped you, he felt a sense of enjoyment.

The way you squirmed, your small form shoving up against him, made his cock harden in such a way that it never had before. When he threw you into that room, when he had locked you up, he felt relief. You would be safe. No one could hurt you there.

The cabin wasn’t finished. He knew that, but when he took you he caught you at the perfect time. He had locked all the doors in the house besides the bathroom and that one bedroom the day before, out of sheer intuition. Why would he let his girl see such a horrid mess? But it didn’t matter, he’d get you to like him and you’d both fix them up later.

The dress was made by Tigris. The creative blonde had no clue of Coriolanus’ terrible plans, assumed he had a date with a woman from one of his classes. She had no idea that she had stitched together the perfect welcome home gift.

When he had turned around for your frightened form to change into it, he had wanted so badly to rip it to shreds and split you in half on his cock. Imagining it— all that hard work, the beautiful pink fabric, ruined, while his cockhead parted your sweet folds— made his mind whirl with insidious thoughts. He had pushed them away, though, and when he saw you covered in the pretty pink ruffles he was satisfied.

He felt guilty, not having much time to spend with you due to his constant meetings with Dr. Gaul and the other game makers. But through obstacles, he must persevere. He made sure to see you at least once a night, to bring you food and water. He noticed before through your window that whenever it was your night to cook dinner for the family, you always chose tomato soup. So the boy immersed himself in the art of cooking, in the art of learning how to make your favorite meal. He brought it to you in the styrofoam cups the capital cafeteria provided. Tigris had aided him in perfecting the dish, had told him, “wow. You really like this girl, don’t you, Coryo?”

She had no idea.

The night he comes home with the gown, he’s got a pit in his stomach. Even though it was his first off day in weeks, he had lost his temper earlier today, the damned thing that always seemed to get him into trouble. He had sunk his teeth deep. In the literal and emotional sense.

He’s angry with himself. How could he lose control like that? In his home? With you?

So he does what he does best: he provides. He provides you a brand new, comfortable nightgown, silky and blue; He knows pink is your favorite color but so help him, he wants the best possible fabric for his girl. And if that means sacrificing one small thing for your comfort, then so be it.

When he had went to fetch dinner and the gift, he hadn’t left the cabin. No, there was no trip to a cheap, rundown district restaurant or a long train ride to a capital dress shop. Coryo sat, watched through a window, and waited.

He used this as a way to not only admire you, but to find out what you do when he’s gone. To see if you’ll panic. To see if you’ll leave.

You don’t move an inch, and with that Coryo is glad. You don’t want to leave him. You’re happy.

He comes in, equipped with the bag and the cup of tomato soup he had stashed on the side of the cabin when he got there earlier that day. It’s probably cold, but he knows the nightgown will make up for that for sure.

When he comes in, he sees the way your eyes light up with fascination. The way you smile at him, so sweet and pretty, makes him blush.

He plays peek a boo through his fingers when you change. He kisses you, and you kiss him back, and then he lets you get down on your knees and suck his cock. He knows it’s wrong, he should wait, but he’s gotten so excited and you’re so gorgeous…although, your nose is caked with a bit of dirt. You may need a shower. He doesn’t know why you haven’t taken one— he had stocked up on your favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body washes. He had took it upon himself, took the risk of his image, to sneak inside your bathroom and make a list of what you liked. Perhaps you have depression? Perhaps he didn’t gift you the correct shampoo?

No, perhaps you need him to help you. Silly girl, always needing his assistance! He pulls away from you, once you’ve taken all his cum down your pretty throat. He strokes your hair, and pecks you gently on the cheek.

“A shower?” He suggests.

—

When you hear those words from him, you want to cry in relief and also in fear. Your hair is matted, your body sweaty and gross. The cum you just swallowed isn’t sitting well in your tummy. You nod to Coryo, and let him guide you to the shower. You might as well let him see you naked— at this point, you’ll have to let him. He’ll make you reveal your body one way or another. Either way, you’re used to this, letting men see and use your body for something in return. It’s almost the same as your daily occupations.

Almost.

You prepare for the worst. For him to get hard for a second time, part your legs, and slip himself inside you. But surprisingly, he doesn’t. He just admires you from afar, taking in the sight of your bare breasts and cunt resting in between your legs. He asks if you want him to touch you. You say no, that you want to wait.

“At the right time,” you say. “When we’ve.. gotten to know each other.”

When you mention that to Coryo, he understands perfectly. Of course you want to wait— what you two have is special.

He massages your scalp with shampoo and conditioner, scrubs you down with a rag and your favorite soap, rinses it off, and pours unscented wash onto it. He looks at you, almost as if asking for permission (how ironic). But you don’t care what he does anymore. You just want to sleep.

He uses his fingers to gently part your legs. He runs the cloth over your cunt, your thighs. He parts one side of your ass with his big hand, and scrubs you there, too. He uses the shower head to wash you off, and you try to ignore the throb in your clit when the water spurts against it. You hate being attracted to Coryo, at least physically, because he’s using a separate rag to clean himself and it makes heat flood your face. When he’s done, when you’re both ridden of filth, he wraps you up in a fluffy green towel. He slips the nightgown over your head and puts his shirt and pants back on— he’ll need to bring a set of pajamas, next time, he thinks.

He sits you down on the bed, and he presses a kiss to your head. You’re tired, scared, and feel something else you can’t quite place. Coryo turns the lamp down, and he urges you to get into bed.

You’re surprised when he slides in next to you. You tense, as he wraps his arm around your middle. So different from earlier that day, and as he whispers sweetly to you, “goodnight, bunny”, you wonder how in the hell your life has turned into this.

—

When Coriolanus puts you to bed, he doesn’t sleep.

He doesn’t do much of that anymore, anyway. He’s got too much on his mind, too many plans. He’s thinking about what color to make his child’s nursery, about the train ride he’s going to have to endure tomorrow morning. He had lied to his family earlier that day, at least a little bit. “Staying at my my girl’s tonight,” he had said dreamily to Tigris. “Wanna give her something special”. She had taken the bait.

For a split second he thought of quitting the capital— he’d have more time for you, after all. But he wants the absolute best for his girl, and he can’t give you that on a peacekeeper’s lousy salary.

He watches you sleep. Your lashes flutter as you doze, and he hears a whine spill from your plump lips. Your body turns, the nightgown riding up to expose the fat of your thighs. Coryo can’t bring himself to look away.

His cock twitches in his pants, beginning to swell to full hardness. How wrong it is, as he slips his hand down into his pants. But he can’t bring himself to care. It’s as if you’re asking for him to get aroused from you— why are your legs parting, as you let out soft, whiny breaths? Why is your bare cunt, plump and sweet, exposing itself so openly to the room? You’re like an enchantress, a goddess of seduction. You want him to do this.

Coriolanus unzips his fly, pull out his cock that’s practically aching. He spits, brings his palm down. He masturbates like that, staring at your bare cunt, thinking about your mouth on him earlier that day. How perfect you were, your soft pink tongue lolling out to lick his juices, the way you looked up at him with glazed eyes.

He spills into his fist, and wishes he had spilled all over your face. But he isn’t going to disrespect his girl like that.

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[atomicladytimetravel]

Employees Only

Summary: No outbreak AU. Joel Miller owns Miller Contracting and you are his assistant. When Joel gets the bid from a huge client, he celebrates by doing what any sane man would do…banging the assistant.

Warnings: Porn with very little plot. Drug use (marijuana), Boss/Employee relations, Smut/Explicit. Contains sex under the influence of marijuana, nipple play/stimulation, oral (f and m receiving) light gagging, fingering, Joel’s a little cocky about his dick (pun intended). Joel is a simp for you. No physical description of reader, other than female.

18+ only - MDNI

Friday. Fucking finally. Not only is it the end of your work week, but it’s also the end of you spending longer evenings than usual helping your boss put together a bid for one of the biggest clients he could ever hope to acquire. You can’t do any real complaining though - Joel made sure you were well compensated for your extra time and (let’s just face it) he sure is fun to look at. Not to mention the, you know, huge fucking crush you’ve had on the man for…well, for probably about as long as you’ve worked for him. Suffice to say, you’d do juuuuust about anything Joel asked you to do.

You’re making your way to your favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, the air conditioning in your car blasting to combat the sweltering Texas heat. You have to pass the small office building that houses Miller Contracting on your way to get to the Chinese place and, even though it’s damn near ten o’clock, Joel’s old pickup truck still sits in its usual parking space. Curious, you pull out your phone and select his name from your recent call log. He answers on the first ring.

“Now why are you callin’ me this late darlin’?” he drawls. His speech is raspy and a little slow; he sounds so fucking sexy.

“Oh no reason really, just wondering why I see your truck parked at the office,” you respond. He chuckles a little.

“You stalkin’ me or something?”

You smile and roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“In your dreams, Miller,” you retort playfully. “I’m on my way to get some food and I just so happened to pass by.”

“Well, I was gonna wait until Monday and tell you in person, but…Avalon Premier Hotels accepted our bid.”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you hear yourself gasp.

“Joel, oh my god! That’s incredible news!” you squeal excitedly. On the other end of the call, Joel thinks to himself that he would very much like to hear those first four words again in a much different context.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel has been smitten since you stepped foot in his office for the first time. He internally cursed his HR department that day for hiring the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But they had done just as he’d asked and hired the best damn person for the job. Joel has told you on more than one occasion that he has no idea how he made it without you.

“I’m just over here celebrating a little. The sound system Tommy insisted we put in the employee lounge outdoes mine by a long shot and I wanted to hear some music,” he explains further. “You should come join me. You know I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You look down at your outfit - a tank top, no bra and a pair of what are quite possibly the shortest shorts you own - and contemplate the offer. You remember you’re off the clock and think, “the hell with it, he can’t dress code me now.”

“Sure,” you accept. “You want some Chinese food?”

——————

When you open the front door to the office, you’re immediately hit by the pungent aroma of marijuana. Ah, now his slow, raspy speech makes sense. When you enter the employee lounge, you find Joel manspread on the couch, a fat blunt dangling from his lips. He’s changed out of the button up you had drooled over all day and into a Miller Contracting t-shirt that hugged his delicious biceps. Nirvana is playing loudly over the sound system and he doesn’t realize you’re there until you plop the food down on the coffee table. His eyes rake over your body unashamedly and you find yourself blushing under his gaze. He reaches for the remote and turns the music down.

“God damn sugar, I didn’t realize I’d be gettin’ dinner and a show.”

“It’s like 103 degrees right now Joel. Besides, I’m off the clock,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing,” he winks. You eye him suspiciously, but he just smiles innocently. He pats the couch cushion next to him and when you sit down, he holds the blunt to your lips. “You deserve t’relax a little, too.”

You take the blunt between your lips and inhale the smoke, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling through your nose. You’re not exactly a stranger to pot, but it has been a while since you’ve smoked any. It doesn’t take long at all for the foggy feeling to take over, your body feeling weightless. The munchies kick in soon after, and you and Joel practically inhale the Chinese food. As you eat, another blunt is passed back and forth and you’re soon the highest you can ever remember being.

Joel cleans up the remnants of your dinner and you sink into the couch cushions, your fuzzy brain content to just stare at nothing. When he returns, he sits so close to you that your thighs touch. He leans back and throws his arm around the cushion behind you. You’re close enough to smell his cologne and that plus the fact that he’s so close makes you want him, bad.

“This may have been a bad idea. Weed makes me so horny,” you say. You had wholeheartedly intended for that to be a thought and not something you said aloud to your boss. You’re mortified when you realize that the words actually came out of your mouth. Before you can even attempt to apologize, though, Joel responds.

“Oh yeah? You want some help with that?” He looks down at you expectantly and you stare back at him blankly for a moment before answering.

“I…y-yeah, yes,” you stammer. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled onto his lap; the fabric of your shorts is thin and you can feel just how hard he already is beneath the denim of his jeans. He kisses you with the passion of someone who’s been starved of affection. He holds you tightly close to his body, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Please tell me this is real,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“It’s real,” you giggle, resting your forehead against his.

“You are so pretty. Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says softly. You kiss again, open mouthed and tongues swirling together. You grind your hips onto him, trying to relieve the aching between your thighs. He puts his hands on your hips to stop them.

“Ain’t gotta do all that now. I’ll take care of ya soon, understand?” he says sternly. You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper but nod in agreement. He shakes his head and uses his pointer finger to tap your lips.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I understand,” you tell him.

“Yes what?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, I just knew you would be. You want to be my good girl, hm?”

The whole time he’s been talking, his hands have been roaming farther and farther under your tank top. His fingertips brushing against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Yes sir,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper.

He’s cupping your breasts now, thumbs swiping repeatedly over your nipples. The urge to grind on him again is overwhelming, but you hold still. You whine softly when he removes his hands and he shushes you.

“Relax sweet thing. I just want to get this shirt off of ya is all.”

He pushes the shirt up your torso and you raise your arms to let him pull it over your head. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your breasts and pushes them together before burying his face between them.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. He puts his mouth all over your breasts, sucking and nibbling and making you want to rock your hips so badly you can hardly stand it. You gasp softly when he latches on to your nipple, sucking until the bud has hardened. When he switches to the other side, you can’t help but roll your hips, craving some sort of relief.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes, his hands holding onto your hips firmly. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I just need you to touch me so bad sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He pinches both nipples between his fingers gently. “How’s this?”

“It feels good, but I need more sir.”

“Hmmm…no, I think I’ll see if I can make you cum like this first.”

No one has ever tried to make you orgasm this way, and you’re not even sure it’s possible. You tell him this, but he just shakes his head.

“Can I try? If it doesn’t work for you, we can move on, I promise.”

“Yes sir, you can try.”

He smiles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to squeeze a little harder, just let me know if you start feelin’ anything besides good.”

It feels amazing. Pleasure surges through you and you tip your head back, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to keep you steady. He alternates between pinching and rolling and you concentrate on the throbbing between your legs. He squeezes just a bit harder and it feels so good that a drawn out moan passes through your lips.

“Yeah sugar? How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Good. R-really good,” you respond breathlessly. “Maybe a little harder.”

“How’s this baby?” he asks as he pinches a little harder. There’s a little pain this time, but it’s a delicious kind of hurt.

“Oh!” you gasp, surprised to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. “Don’t stop please, it feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good baby,” he praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your throat. He keeps the pressure and rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your eyes flutter and your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“You’re close aren’tcha? What a good girl; go ahead and let it go baby.”

With his encouragement, an orgasm washes over you and you hear yourself shouting his name. With one hand still tweaking a nipple, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you shake above him. When you come down, your eyes open to see Joel looking at you with a mix of awe and adoration.

“That was the most beautiful god damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He sets you gently back on the couch and stands above you, squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans.

“God damn, I swear I stay hard for you,” he groans. “You know how many times I’ve shot my load thinkin’ ‘bout you?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.”

“You mean we coulda been doin’ this all along?” he asks, still palming himself through his jeans. You lean back into the corner of the couch and press your middle finger to your clit over your shorts while you watch him; something about the action turns you on so much.

“You’re my boss Joel,” you point out.

“I also own this company doll. I can do whatever I want,” he reminds you. He pulls his shirt over his head and you finally get to see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long. His shoulders are broad and his arms are thick. His midsection is soft, but you can still see v-lines disappearing into his jeans. He undresses down to his boxer briefs and you watch, mesmerized, when he slowly pulls his belt through its loops. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more turned on. He kneels in front of you and taps your hip, signaling for you to lift them.

“Up,” he commands. You lift your hips and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He drags them down your legs and is pleasantly surprised to see your lack of panties.

“No bra, no panties? What a naughty girl,” he tuts.

“Told ya I was dressed for comfort.”

He doesn’t respond, just tosses the shorts aside and admires your naked form.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says, shaking his head. He showers your body with kisses, sucking occasionally on your most sensitive places. You’ll be covered in hickeys later, splotchy red and purple reminders of how Joel worships your body. He places his palms on the insides of your knees and spreads them, giving himself a view of your glistening pussy. He spreads your lips with his first two fingers to admire what he considers a work of art.

“Look how pretty,” he murmurs. Before you can utter a response, he leans in and licks you from opening to clit. He alternates between this and kitten licking your clit and you have to fight yourself to not start riding his face.

“Fuck, you got the sweetest little pussy darlin’,” he groans into your center. He hooks his arms behind your knees and begins to eat you out with fervor. He swirls patterns on your clit with his tongue, dipping it into your entrance every now and then. You’re enjoying it too much to notice that he spells “J O E L” on your clit with his tongue, silently claiming your pussy as his.

“Mmm, fuck Joel, it feels so good,” you whine. You feel two thick fingers slide into your entrance and you buck your hips at the sensation. He flattens his free hand over your belly and pins you to the couch cushions. He curls his fingers into your g-spot as his tongue continues to flick over your clit and your moans mix with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Joel, oh my god!” you shout, your head falling back onto the arm of the couch. And there they were, those four words he’d wished to hear just over an hour ago. He’s never heard anything so beautiful in his life. You hear him moan and you lift your head to watch him. His eyes are hooded and his free hand is in his boxers stroking his cock. It’s undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m so close,” you moan. He sucks your clit once, twice and on the third time, you come apart for him. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he watches you tremble, his name tumbling from your lips like a chant. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spend. He spreads them apart and a string of fluid connects them.

“Look at the mess you made for me baby,” he marvels. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open for him; you suck his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. You hear him moan softly when you swirl your tongue around the digits. He stands and you can see how painfully hard he is through his boxer briefs. You can’t help but stare at the outline of his cock, wondering how he walks around with that thing between his legs. He sees you staring and smirks.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you nod, blushing a little at being caught staring. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his underwear down, cock springing free and practically smacking him in the stomach. Your eyes widen when you see his size. He’s thick and probably around eight or nine inches. He wraps a hand around it and strokes a few times.

“Think you can put it in your mouth for me? I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock,” he says, smoothing his other hand over your hair.

“Yes sir, wanna make you feel good,” you respond obediently, sitting up from your reclined position.

“Oh, what a good girl,” he praises. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck the precum seeping out.

“Oh fuuuuuck baby girl,” he rasps. You hollow out your cheeks and slowly inch him in your mouth. You put your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth. His hand flies to your hair when you pull all the way back to his tip before plunging him down your throat. You gag a little bit and pull back some, tears prickling at your eyes. You repeat the process until there are tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Shit baby, you give such good fuckin’ head,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look at ya, chokin’ on my cock.”

He lets you gag a few more times before he pulls your head back gently. He looks down at you sweetly and wipes the tears from your cheeks before offering his hand to help you up.

“You did so good f’me baby, gaggin’ on this big cock like a pro. I wanna stuff that pretty pussy now, though. Get on your knees f’me.”

You settle onto your knees, resting your palms on the back of the couch. A stinging smack lands on your right ass cheek and you moan.

“There’s that gorgeous ass I love to look at,” he says, squeezing it appreciatively. He lays his palm flat on your lower back, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He pushes the tip into your entrance and your walls stretch around him. He’s a bit bigger than anything you’ve taken before and it stings for just a moment, making you whimper.

“I know it’s big baby girl. I’m gonna go slow,” he coos. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your hips as he inches himself inside.

“You’re doin’ so good, takin’ me so well,” he praises.

“Oh fuck, I’m so full,” you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Yeah baby? You like bein’ full of my big cock?”

“God yeah, it feels so good.”

He squeezes your hips affectionately as he sets a languid pace. He’s only been inside you for a minute and you know that no other man will be good enough ever again.

“Fuck, this is the best god damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he says, as if reading your mind. “Like it was made just for me.”

You begin to push back and meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in sync. His grip on your ass is so tight that you’re sure half moon shaped indentions will be left behind from his fingernails.

“That’s it baby, bounce back on my dick,” he grits out. He smacks your ass and groans appreciatively as it ripples underneath his palm. “Does it feel good baby, hmm? Tell me how good it feels, lemme hear you.”

“F-feels so good. You’re making my little pussy feel s-so fucking good.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you up so that your bodies are flush; he moves your hair aside and puts his lips to your ear as his thrusts become faster and more aggressive.

“I’m gonna destroy your pussy this weekend baby,” he says in a gravelly whisper. “I’ve been waitin’ so long. Might have to carry you into work Monday.”

“Oh god, please,” you mewl in response.

“Yeah baby? You’d like that huh, takin’ this cock all weekend?”

“Yes, oh god yes, your cock feels so good!”

He reaches around to toy with your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you pant. He rubs your clit faster, pressing a frenzied kiss to your lips.

“That’s it, give it to me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”

You grab onto his forearm to steady yourself as you cum hard around him. He talks you through it, whispering lowly in your ear.

“There ya go baby, let it go. Doing so good f’me darlin’.”

Once you’ve come back to earth, he pulls out gently and sits down on the couch. He takes you by the hand and guides you to straddle him again.

“I wanna see you baby,” he explains. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

You sink onto his cock and he rests his hands on your hips. He guides your hips back and forth slowly and it feels so good that you attempt to speed up.

“No baby, let’s go slow,” he says, looking into your eyes. “Just enjoy this with me, yeah?”

You smile softly, saying, “yes sir” before grabbing his face and kissing him. His arms wrap around your torso and he holds you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I want you to be my girl. Tell me you’ll be my girl baby.”

You respond without hesitation, “I’m yours Joel, all yours.”

The two of you share another kiss; Joel can no longer hold back and he plants his feet firmly on the ground so that he can thrust up into you.

“Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he pants. “My pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh god,” you whimper as he pounds into your g-spot. “Joel, fuck baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby girl. Should I pull out?”

“No! I want you inside me. Fuck, I want to feel you cum inside me so bad.”

“God damn, dirty little thing,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this little pussy so much.”

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” you announce, clenching around his cock. A chorus of, “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck YES,” comes from your mouth. Joel makes a deep, guttural sound and spills inside of you, hugging your trembling body tight.

“Shit,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Yeah? Good?” he asks hopefully, just as breathless as you are.

“Good? Amazing. Incredible.”

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could actually go again. How about you let me take you back to my place and I’ll put you in my jetted tub, hm? We’ll take a nice bath, maybe smoke a little more and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

It’s your turn to grin and you give him a long, burning kiss.

“Sounds like an offer I can’t pass up.”

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