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vizzlemcshizzle · 2 months

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ROBERT SMITH DATING HCS

A/N: I'm reposting work from my old deactivated account Glam-and-Roses!

𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖: SFW

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Headcanons

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝?: Yes

𝐂𝐖: Cigarettes, pure silliness :3

Robert Smith is a very socially awkward guy!

cause of that he isn’t really big on PDA, sometimes he will hold your hand under a table, but most times he would rather just be next to you or around you in Some way!!

At home it’s almost the same way, of course he’s not as shy with holding or cuddling you, but he’s not all over you, he just kinda has both arms as he pulls you close to his chest.

One thing stays the same, in the house and out in public tho!!

ROBERT SMITH DOES NOT HOLD EYE CONTACT.

His eyes dart everywhere, the floor, the sky LITERALLY ANYWHERE

he just finds it uncomfortable, he doesn’t like it much

of course there’s some instances where he pushes himself on special occasions and looks at you, other than that…then err..naur!

You know that one clip where Robert is so tired he literally just plops down on the floor and lays there

yall do that together, like sometimes if you guys where out for a while and his Social battery is done for, he just flops on the ground silently, he doesn’t talk, just stares at the ceiling. You literally just shrug, and lay down next to him.

y’all just sit in silence until you nudge him to wake up.

Also!! Remeber how I said Robert was a little bit on the quieter side??

don’t run in that too much!!

because he’s also INSANELY SASSY.

some of the NASTIEST SIDE EYES have been from Robert himself

like you gotta do a double take cause HELLO??

Let’s talk about his appearance!

that teased hair of his is a MENACE. He does NOTHING to sometimes help it, like you physically have to drag him and fix it for him so his hair doesn’t tucking die

His lipstick is EVERYWHERE, your shirt, sometimes if he’s feeling cheeky it’s on your cheek (laugh. LAUGH!!!) even on like the bathroom sink??? Towels EVERYWHERE, He’s equivalent to a shedding dog with his mess.

he does ask you to sometimes to his lipstick if he’s lazy.

and his eyeliner and eyeshadow

He just likes the feeling of your hand on his cheek or face.

with smoking Robert and you share a cigarette

he likes sharing with you, that’s kind of the way Robert shows affection!!

robert doesn’t have high self esteem sometimes, so you gotta hype him up a lil! Hold him, tell him how handsome he isss ETC!!

I feel like Robert does really smile, but when he does it’s one of those awkward smiles. Like the smiles that you do when your moms gonna take a photo of you?? Those smiles

also, he kind of mumbles when he talks a lot, he doesn’t really speak clearly, but you’ve kind of adapted to his speaking

oh!! One last hc!!

Robert smith is the little spoon.

I’ll say it again for the people in the back

ROBERT SMITH IS THE LITTLE SPOON!!!!

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, :3 Tysm

#the cure #the cure fanfiction #classic rock fanfic #80s rock #goth rock #robert smith x reader

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cassiana-on-dark-side · 3 months

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Here I'm starting the year off right with this story for @simply-calidreamer...Sorry sweetie, I know you asked me for it a lifetime ago and I don't even know if you still care anymore, but I hope you like it! And I'm also working on your other suggestion!

Title: Reluctant Model

Chapter: 1

Rating: G

Relationship: David Gilmour/Original Female Character(s)

Warnings: meet cute, First Meetings, David is a cinnamon roll, set somewhere between 1965 and 1967 before David joined PF (so pre-canon?), First Kiss, very light lime, young and soft david, Ficlet, 1960s era Pink Floyd, ficmour, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Romantic Fluff

Summary: David just had to deliver that cargo, then he could go to practice with his band. But against his will, he gets involved in a photo shoot where he'll have a special and unexpected encounter.

taglist: @letsdeinen @snowcherrie @gilmourchilmour @nature-and-music @whyamistillfangirling @multidimensionallove @jonesyjonesyjonesy @barrettavenue @urawizardkari @raiseyourgoblet-of-rock @lsd-astronaut @classicrockenjoyer @good-oysters @m-faithfull @simply-calidreamer

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so 🥰

#my fanfic #david gilmour fanfiction #david gilmour fanfic #david gilmour x ofc #david gilmour x ofc fanfic #ficmour #david gilmour #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfic #pink floyd fanfiction #classic rock fanfic #classic rock fanfiction #classic rock

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rosyfingereddawnn · 4 months

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whisper something holy (before you pinch me into the grave)

hey loves!!

after a LONG ass wait, (because i’ve been so busy with school and just. life. and having a brain.) the next chapter of this Thing is here. shit is heating up <33

hope you enjoy!!!

chapter 3/?

<333

#guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses fanfiction #classic rock fanfic #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #slash #saul hudson #steven adler #guns n roses #guns n' roses

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maziecrazycloud · 26 days

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Jimmy meets with Zeppelin to discuss new beginnings, Aisling receives a ill-timed threat from the Prince. The universe will never be the same. The tipping point of The Bird and The Silver Spoon has arrived, the inception has ended, the chosen sapling has begun to grow.

Hello! Long time no see! As always, sorry for the delay between each chapter, but this one was justified. This chapter is crucial for me to set up correctly leading forward, as the description warns, "Nothing will be the same". I wanted this chapter to be as close to perfection as I possibly could get, and I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. It was a daunting task, and I rewrote it a number of times, but this version is my best! As always, Dark Tidings and Enjoy! I would recommend turning on the songs "The Middle of the World" and "Dance of the Druids" for the last bit of the chapter! ;) (i thought id make this post with a bird, aptly names! Hehe)

CW: Animal Death, mild blood, anxiety attacks.

Tags! (If you want to be tagged in future updates, comment under this post!):

@jimmysdragonsuit13 @tiny-sorceress-mads @thegroovywitch @larsgoingtomars @jimmys-zeppelin @n0quart3r @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @summerofsmiles

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zosociologist · 2 years

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Found your Dating Eddie Vedder headcanons,I love that its written for a black woman😄

What other rockstars do you write for,and do you take requests?

Hey boo! I'm glad you liked it!💞 I only know like a few writers on here in the classic rock Fandom that write for Black women so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring☺

NOW, as far as writing for rockstars, I coulda sworn I made a post with groups/rockstars I write for but it got lost somewhere in my blog and frankly, Tumblr is kinda shit when it comes to keeping blog tags organized and I haven't had time to find it or organize.....BUT....

With that being said, YES. I take requests! And I typically write for anybody, or MOSTLY anybody. So just drop me some names and I'll put together something😌👌🏾💫

#x black!reader #asks #lay answers #classic rock fandom #classic rock fanfic

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rambleonwithrosie · 4 months

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As I periodically do here is a list of my side blogs and their topics

@ledoftherings used to be just Zep & some LotR stuff but now it's where most of my classic rock and general music stuff goes

@imgonnaciceroass Roman history hub and HQ for Augustus hate. I'm researching a series I'm writing on Pompeius Magnus and gotta stow my Internet findings and general thoughts somewhere

@whiteladyofithilien all things Tolkien with lots of personal observations by me as I scream my Farawyn feels into the internet void and have other thoughts as well

@hotrodangelsinthepromisedland do you find Italian-American men sexy? If so here's the blog. It's just for Bruce, Stevie, and the odd actor outlier that is Al Pacino because I'm in love with all 3 of these men

@thewildtheinnocentandthedarkness my fanfic side blog that I intend to delete in the next month or two once people have found ways to save the content there that they'd miss. Mostly classic rock blurbs and smut

#classic rock #tolkien #springsteen #lotr #side blogs #al pacino #classic rock fanfic

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4-orest · 3 months

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Trolls if they had twitter cause I’m bored :3 pt 1

If you have any headcanons or anything do let me know them 🤭

Personal headcanons for this au

- Riff is psychology major

- Barb has mommy issues

-Poppy has daddy issues lowkey but hides them with optimism and shit

-Trollex is a barb hater mostly cause he couldn’t just “rebuild” like everyone else could.

- Sid fret is Amps older brother (this is Amp btw)

-Poppy doesn’t believe in shame.

-Branch has tons of it

-Barb is a Mitski Stan

-Riff is a man hoe to his core

-Carol has known Barb since she was 3 she somehow doesn’t know that she and Barb are bffs , the day she finds out she will be the most hyper she’s ever been

-Riff is Barbs make shift therapist against her will 99.9% of the time.

-Barb has BPD

-John Dory has OCD

- Branch has autism

-Poppy has ADHD

-Poppy often times gets jealous cause branch is “hot” in pop village , sometimes she wishes he stayed gray so she’s the only one who would like him. Poppy has voiced this to Barb , Barb told her too go talk to Riff.

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eddiiiieeee · 6 months

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rip angel

rip mathew perry, you always will be my favorite actor from friends (if my fucking week couldnt get worse.)

#80s aesthetic #80s rock #animated gif #classic rock #guitar #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #corroded coffin #chandler bing #friends #mathew perry #matthew perry #rip

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empressgeekt · 3 months

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Trolls - Amnesia-Rock-Prince!Branch in an Arranged marriage AU - World building Bits

Okay so this is basically little head canons and worldbuilding that I've been thinking over for the AU and I need to write them down somewhere.

Char = Branch as always

Thrash was a well traveled King who had appreciation for other tribes and wanted unity and peace but he never reached out out of fear. But its the reason he so easily accepts Char as his son.

Music can naturally be a weapon, but only the Funk and Rock trolls have really explored the concept.

The "perfect Family Harmony" is one of these musical weapons, and Peppy was the one who asked John Dory to complete the feat to save themselves from the Bergens.

Said Request is the reason behind, John pushed so hard (in addition to his own trauma reaction and OCD), and had Branch on stage as a literal infant.

The First ruler of the Pop Trolls was a Queen named "Madonna"

The first ruler of the Rock Trolls was a king named "Ozzy"

The Rock national anthem is "We will Rock you"

Thrash would sing "Halleluiah" to his kids as a lullaby

There are sub-cultures of Rock trolls, ranging from Heavy Metal to Classic Rock to Indie Rock

The Pop trolls' population was depleted from a vast empire to a small village, changing the connection between the populace and the Royal family. Making the two interact together on a daily causal basis

Other Tribes, such as Rock, Classical, Techno and Funk have a little more distance between the Royal family and Populace due to their vast numbers. Country Trolls are like Pop, small numbers in small closely knit settlements

The Rock Trolls have an advance education system (this is practically fact since, Riff claimed he was getting college credit for taking over the world in TWT, implying he's a student)

Char and Barb are spice-heads

Poppy always takes a sip from Char's cup

Floyd also went back to the Troll tree after it was abandoned and ended up finding a letter from Branch that said he was leaving the tree to find his brothers because everyone is mean to him after grandma died, and has breakdown that ends up with Floyd going grey.

The Doctor that Thrash trusts with Char as a child is named, Dr. Feelgood

Pop trolls have muscles in their scalp that help with Hair control, to swing between tree branches.

Rock trolls have tougher hands, feet and skin to protect themselves from the heat of a volcanic land they live in.

Rock rulers are coronated in the ashes of the Volcano by the religious leader that they call, the Black Sabbath

Rock music shifted more over to rage after the tribes split, creating the sub-culture of Heavy Metal

Char wears eye-liner to blend in with the Rock trolls better.

Clay is constantly begging Char to let him tinker with his guitar

And that's all I have right now...

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bijouxcarys · 3 months

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The High Life (Robert Plant x fem!OC)

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Summary: Set in 1979, our unnamed fem!OC, a star in her own right, spends one night out of many with an 8-year-long fling she hasn't seen in a long time, the Golden God himself. NSFW/18+, minors DNI

Smut prompts: #1 "Feel this? It's just for you." and #2 "Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

Word count: 2.9k

Note: This went in a fluffy direction I wasn't expecting it to, but I kinda love this one. Might be one of my favourites thus far.

Tags: @celestial-dragoness @whothefuckisanja @strsmn @chromations @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @firethatgrewsolow @angrychicksposts @m-faithfull @callmethehunter (if you want to be added to the tag list, just let me know!)

They met on a rainy day in Scotland. Kindred spirits of the most beautiful kind. Living to create, creating to live. If fate had been kinder, She would have crossed their paths sooner. But the fleeting moments in which they did stumble upon one another were enough in the midst of the chaos some would call the high life.

Both knew of the incessant fawning from a crowd of dedicated supporters, following their every move, no matter where they went. Both had long forgotten how many they had spent a night with on the lonely road. And both knew they could have any one of those flustered, breathless beauties formed in a compacted huddle outside that hotel in Glasgow.

Robert enjoyed her carefree nature, something she’d only nurtured into a heady personality since he met her at 19. Though 8 years had passed, and their meetings were few and far between, it felt like a lifetime of back and forth pining for a childhood friend. And here they were, darting into the hotel lobby together after having encountered more than passionate fans and hoards of paparazzi.

They were giggling like teenagers, hand in hand, as they found the nearest available lift, practically sliding into it.

“Press it, press it, press it!” she squealed, pushing Robert to select his floor as quickly as possible.

“I am!” He rapidly pressed the button to the 5th floor. She had a grip on his shirt, impatiently waiting for the elevator door to slide shut so she could pull him into her, instantly connecting her lips with his.

His hands flew up to her face, taking it between his palms to hold her in place as he kissed her back. It was the exact same position they had been caught in that triggered their cat and mouse chase from a few streets away.

“That was your fault,” she mumbled against his lips.

“Was it?” He smirked, playfully nipping at her ear and encircling his arms around her. Pulling her flush against him allowed her to catch the hardness forming under his jeans, though it was an easy few layers of clothing deep.

“Yeah, it was,” she breathed in his sandalwood scent. “It was your idea to stop at that off-licence for a pack of fags.”

“You didn’t seem to protest too much, darlin’…” Her knees weakened when Robert began his expert teasing along the side of her neck, lips gentle yet determined. Tip of his tongue tickling her skin. “Much like right now.” He chuckled, a little smugly, as she involuntarily lifted her leg to graze his bulge with her thigh.

“I didn’t think there’d be that many people, Robert—“

“Of course there would be, everyone was in town to see you perform tonight,” he pointed out, pulling his head back enough to look at her lovesick face. Pretty eyes beaming up at him, cheeks flushed from their exertion…

She’s gonna look even better laid over my bed,

hair splayed around her head,

whole body glowing a gentle red.

Damn it, she even had him thinking in rhyme.

“And to think, out of all those people, you still want little old me…” he let out in a somewhat dramatic sigh. He already knew she was his. No matter how many admirers packed themselves into an arena to see her, it was a done deal if Robert was there.

The same could be said for him. Whilst the past couple of years had slammed the brakes on his ventures, and subsequently the amount of gigs Zeppelin did, whenever she was around… he was done for.

“I’d be an idiot not to,” she whispered, feeling the lift come to a stop with a jarring shake.

They were off. Like a couple of hyperactive greyhounds, they darted down the hall to Robert’s room, and soon enough, they were closed off to the rest of the world.

“Anyway, whose idea was it to abandon the car and leg it over here?” Robert continued the conversation, shrugging his jacket off and kicking off his shoes. She followed his actions, smirking at him.

“I believe that one was my idea—you try getting through that crowd just to get in a fucking car that doesn’t belong to you!”

He shot her a toothy grin at her energy, despite having run around a stage for two hours. Seating himself on the bed, he beckoned for her to join him, pulling her by her waist onto his lap.

“At least we’re here now,” he hummed up at her, nuzzling his nose into the low neckline of her blouse. He could feel it as her heartbeat picked up and her legs squeezed around his hips. “Just the two of us…” He pressed a heated kiss on her chest, before tugging at a button with his teeth. “You’ve got too many clothes on, luv.”

Biting gently at her bottom lip, she brought a hand up to slowly pop open the first button that was fastened, having neglected the top two after her show. Robert caught a glimpse of the lacey bra, the delicate material peeking over. His hands tightened their grip on her thighs, wishing he could claw his way through her jeans with his nails.

“You’re a tease, my love,” he sighed, eyes glued to any expanse of exposed skin in his sights. She was a goddess. An otherworldly beauty of nature. Nobody could blame him for forgetting the existence of every other woman out there, when she was in front of him. She was everything he wanted, and as time passed, he became all the more sure that she was everything he needed.

“Do you want me to speed this up?” she asked him softly, breaking him from his moment of disconnect. Always so willing to please… she’s perfect.

Shaking his head, he pulled her as close to him as he could. “No… just…” he paused, a certain vulnerability in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. He drank in the depths of her gentle expression. “…just stay there for a bit longer… please,” he whispered.

There was nothing off-putting about his demeanour. In fact, it was all the more alluring to her. Each time she saw Robert marked another layer of the Golden God persona shedding. This time seemed to unveil a man straddling the line between clinging to the past, and cannonballing into the future.

She liked it.

Giving him a warm smile, she nodded down at him, leaning forward to nestle her lips into the fair locks that curled and twisted over his forehead.

Robert held her there for a while, completely glueing himself to her body. Even through all the layers of clothing, he’d never felt closer to her, or anyone for that matter. His hands continued to caress her sweet curves, occasionally pulling her hips down to feel him beneath her. He revelled in the shaky sighs that fell from her lips, the knowledge of it being for him empowering each movement he made.

Eventually, the steady embrace became too heated to prolong. She had naturally begun a rocking motion, back and forth, with her hips, providing both of them with minimal, much-needed, friction. He finally peered up at her, eyes blown out with lust, admiration… hitting all the correct emotional buttons to trigger her yearning.

Then, he drew her in closer, simultaneously grinding his hips upwards and keeping them pressed together. She gasped through parted lips, eyelids hooding.

“You feel that, baby?” he asked in a hushed tone. “It’s just for you…” he proclaimed very earnestly, watching as her eyes widened ever so slightly. With a desperate sigh, he grabbed the back of her head to close the gap of heavy air between them, crashing his lips to hers in a searing, sensual kiss.

Smiling against his lips, her hands buried themselves into his windswept hair, curls intertwining with her fingers. She fell, hard, into his embrace, surrendering herself entirely—body and soul—to his being.

Robert took his time, delicately undressing her as if she were an invaluable gift sent from Heaven itself. He pressed kisses along every inch of her skin, worshipping the body Mother Nature had bestowed upon her. She’d never seen him like this, and it was a much welcomed switch up from the hormonal fucking they were so accustomed to by now.

He worked the pink nubs on her chest to a stiffened peak through hearty caresses with his tongue, lips, fingers, teeth… Her skin was almost completely covered in goosebumps at the care he took. It was like he treated every ministration with his tongue as a predecessor, a preview, for what it could do in other places. His bright blue eyes staring up at her as his tongue circled around her nipples, he silently demonstrated the movements replicated on her swollen pearl moments later.

Just like in his premonition, he had her stretched out over the bed, body in a state of desire—writhing as he feasted on her weeping nectar below. Every mewl, whimper, and gasp fuelled the fire of his longing.

No fingers were needed; he reserved them for groping at her chest, holding onto her hand, and running them up and down the plush thighs bracketing his head. He worked her up to an ardent release, her hips grinding up into his face as she pulsated against his talented tongue.

Now, he was over her, his broad, naked frame shielding her from everything around them as he gave her an intimate taste of her own honey.

“I hope you realise you’ve ruined me for everyone else…” she exhaled. He looked over her flustered face, the small amount of mascara she had on transferred under her eyes. She’d never looked more beautiful to him. And to hear this woman, out of anyone, proclaim something so profound to him sent him over the edge. It was that moment in which he realised…

Once in a blue moon is nowhere near enough time to love you the way I want to.

“Well…” he started with a jesting tut, “let’s ruin ourselves for anyone else, then, my temptress.” He let out a breathy chuckle, moving to lay back against the fluffed pillows. Once again, he beckoned her over, offering up his lap, where his rigid, desperate cock layed prominent against his stomach.

Once she was over him, straddling him in her warmth, he dragged his tip along her waiting folds, collecting her juices, the result of his hunger for her. She found herself glad he hadn’t used his fingers on her earlier; she always loved feeling the effects of his size, the slight sting of the stretch he provided. She loved his lasting impact on her, being able to feel it for up to a week after. It was her way of remembering their encounter, at least for a little while.

He hungrily eyed her body, focusing on the way her cunt soaked the head of his cock as he held onto her leg. With a steel gaze, locked with hers, he finally pushed himself upwards, sliding into her deliciously. They both let out heavy gasps, their union more intense than they had anticipated. “C’mere…”

She obliged, needily resting above him, his arms moving to wrap around her as he brought her in for another kiss. Using his heels for leverage, he made a steady thrust upwards, burying himself as deep as he could. He groaned against her lips, swirling his tongue around hers before breaking it to inhale deeply.

“I don’t know how I manage without feeling you wrapped around me.” Another thrust. “You’re the most perfect…fuck…woman on the planet,” he groaned.

An airy whimper tickled his lips, and she furrowed her brows as she took the pace he set, his cock sliding along her convulsing walls. The hand that splayed across his chest was the only thing stopping her from completely collapsing over him. “Oh, fuck… Robert…”

He’d never get over the way she moaned his name, from within the depths of her soul, with so much fiery devotion. The way she arched and rippled over him, taking every inch of his cock, whining and whimpering just for him… it unleashed an unbridled energy. Every. Time.

“Lean back a little, baby…”

Doing as instructed, she sat up and angled backwards, one of her hands resting on his leg behind her to steady herself. With her upper half leaned back, Robert took a hold of her hips and pulled them forward as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck!” she gasped, followed by an elongated moan when his cock reached so deep within that it kissed the spongy surface of her cervix.

“Doesn’t that feel so good, darlin’?” he rhetorically asked with a knowing smirk. “Can you feel how deep I am?”

One thing she could never have enough of was Robert’s pillow talk. His silky voice, the accent that had ingrained itself into her mind. It sent something fierce through her veins and snapped her into overdrive more often than not.

“Here,” Robert took her free hand, fingers wrapping around her wrist easily, and placed it on her lower abdomen, close to her mound. “Press down…” he softly instructed before resuming his harsh thrusts, grinding all the way up. He watched her face, waiting for the moment. A proud smile spread across his lips when her eyes widened. She snapped her head up at him with a look of disbelief.

“Bloody hell…” she sighed, daring to press down a little harder. And sure enough, very lightly, she could feel the movements of his cock deep within her. There was something so beautiful about feeling his thrusts from an external source, and it strangely made her feel even closer to him. Connected.

They spent a good while in this position, having quickly resorted to allowing her to ride him to her heart’s content. Hands on his chest, back arched, as she ground and bounced on his red-hot length. He loved seeing her like this. Wild. Free. In the rawest human form.

“So fuckin’ beautiful…” Robert panted and grunted each time she collided with him, the lewd slapping sound resonating throughout the room. Fingers gripping into her hips as hard as they were, she was convinced there’d be lasting marks—the thought made her groan under her breath.

Eventually, watching her on top of him drove him over the edge. He had to have her. With unprecedented force, he flipped them over and took her his way, hands on either side of her head.

“Bit impatient, love,” she chided up at him with a bright smile, running her hands up his fluffy chest. He felt his stomach flip at her pearly grin, the endearing charm in her every expression bringing him to the highest levels of ecstasy possible. Smiling back at her, he breathed heavily through his nose, willing his hips to take them both to the finish line.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are?” he huffed through his committed thrusts, bordering on slamming.

“I-I—mmm—I might have heard you say it a few times…”

“Well I’ll say it again… You,” thrust, “are,” thrust, “so,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “beautiful.”

Her moans reverberated in her chest each time his hips met hers, and she felt herself edging towards her release. Her chest rose up and down, her panting becoming more and more audible. The familiar flutters around his cock told him all he needed to know. Bringing one leg up to rest on his shoulder, he held onto her, putting every last ounce of his energy into making his lover come undone.

“Oh God… please… don’t stop, Robert,” she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder.

“Oh, I won’t, baby,” he shook his head, blowing some of his own hair out of his eyes. “Come on, angel,” he urged, pressing a gentle kiss to her ankle to counteract the pressure between her hips. “I need to feel it… need to feel you cum for me…”

She was so close. Just a little more…

“Don’t close your eyes,” he held onto the side of her face with his free hand. “Need those pretty eyes on me…”

She gazed up at him longingly, biting harshly at her bottom lip as he drove her home, sweat-sheened skin glowing from above. “R-Robert… fuck, I’m…” She couldn’t even force the words out before she was thrown off the edge of her coital cliff, back arching painfully as she clenched around his cock.

“Good girl… good fucking girl, shit,” he whined, mouth dropping open at how tightly she clung to him, inside and out. “Almost there, darlin’… your cunt always makes me feel so fuckin’ good…”

Breathlessly, attempting to recover from her high with Robert still relentlessly grinding into her, she stared up at him with teary eyes. She shakily held onto the side of his face, leaving him no other option than to meet her gaze with intense eyes.

“Please, Robert.”

“Mmm…”

“Cum inside me,” she begged.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, baby?” he growled with clenched teeth.

“Yeah…” she answered with a nod.

“Ah, fuck!” he groaned loudly, thrusts staggering as he let out a string of expletives, deep grunts that spoke of ambitious roars, and a faint wail from the back of his throat. He pumped himself dry, unloading every bit of his release deep inside her, in his mind solidifying her as his.

With untamed whimpers, he laid his head beside hers, still inside her, hips gyrating as a final attempt to make sure he gave her everything he had—as much as he was allowed to give.

Their skin seemed to meld together in its tackiness, but neither of them cared. If it was up to them, they’d be having this moment every single night.

Alas, fate wasn’t as kind, and feelings were meant to be locked up—he’d go home to his wife, sharing special moments with her in the high life.

#robert plant #robert plant fanfic #robert plant fanfiction #led zeppelin #led zeppelin fanfic #led zeppelin fanfiction #classic rock #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #rock music #70s #bijouxcaryslibrary #robert plant x reader #fic writer #the high life

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iheartjohnlennon · 5 months

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Omg, hi! I just wanted to drop in and say hey and that I love love love your writing so much! You are one of my favorite class rock writers in Tumblr ❤️ Please keep it up!

Also, I was wondering if you could maybe write something smutty with John on the set of A Hard Day's Night or something? You don't have to though! I just love your John writing so much, it's my favorite :)

'You know I feel alright'

London, '64

Word count: 1030

Tags: Jealousy, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff, Angst

The filming had ended.

Her role was small, of course it was. This didn't mean it wasn't exciting though - dancing in the background with the boys, it was good fun.

"Well, if it isn't our leading lady," Paul remarked, a smirk on his face.

John rolled his eyes at the comment, she couldn't tell if the action was sarcastic or not.

She looked away from Paul coyly, "Oh, Paul, not quite. I'm just in the background, you know."

"Background or wherever, you steal the scene."

Paul was a bit too sweet with her sometimes, though it was all in jest, she hoped.

John observed Paul's flirts from a distance, it made him feel awfully bitter.

"Spare her the theatrics, Macca." John murmured.

Paul was undeterred, he shot John a smirk before being whisked away by a random assistant.

She turned toward John. He stood there still, a clear annoyance etched on his face.

"Finally got rid of that distraction, didn't we?" John said.

She sighed, recognising the tension.

"John, it's not like that. Paul's just having a bit of fun."

John crossed his arms, skepticism evident in his expression.

"Fun, eh? Fun? Fun flirting? With my girl?"

She reassured him, "It's just banter, John. Nothing serious."

He scoffed, a cynical look in his eyes.

She decided to change track, as she didn't want him being mad at her.

"Did you watch me dancing, John?" She teased, hugging his waist, looking up at him.

"Yeah, you looked like a right whore." John muttered.

He hugged her back just as tightly. The proximity heightened, their closeness bordered on the edge of him almost kissing her.

John's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he suggested, "How about we sneak off somewhere? Somewhere quiet, just you and me."

She quirked an eyebrow, pretending to act like she didn't get his innuendo.

"Where are you thinking?"

"A secret place, love."

Without further explanation, he yanked her hand and led her away, leaving behind the noise and commotion and Paul, heading towards a moment of privacy.

"A broom closet?" She exclaimed.

John shoved her into it, quickly switching on the dim light. He silenced any protest with a rough, wet kiss - he had no room for objections. John pinned her into a cluttered corner, his hands promptly moved up underneath her skirt, groping her bottom.

He groaned against her mouth, he knew he had her.

She pushed him back slightly, giving herself a chance to breathe after his sudden moves.

After a few breaths John pressed forward again, his hands fiddled with the zipper of her skirt. But then he gave up on the zipper and just decided he'd pull her tights down.

John tugged his belt off, he let his pants and his boxers fall down to his ankles. He rubbed himself off a bit.

There was nothing to lie her on, apart from the floor and John didn't fancy fucking her on the floor so he prompted her to jump, jump so he could fuck her standing up.

With a gasp, she leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. With one hand on the small of her back and the other gripping her hip, he lifted her against the wall. His finger traced the lace edge of her panties before pulling it to the side, teasing her entrance with the tip of his hard cock.

She put her arms around his neck for stability, her fingers tangling in his hair. His lips moved against her neck, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses that made her shiver with desire.

He gripped her hips and lifted her up and down, his thrusts started hitting just the right spot inside her. She arched her back in response, matching his movements with perfect timing. The light sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room as he moved harder.

"Yes, yes, yes..." she gasped out between breaths.

As the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her legs began to shake and her grip on him weakened. She could feel her climax building and subsiding in quick succession, just as he thrusted. Her fingers barely clung to him.

John moved his hands to grip her waist firmly, guiding her body back and forth in rhythm with him. The force of his movements was intense. His manhood pulsed inside of her, the throbbing sensation was going to finish him. He let out a groan as he lost himself in her, he could barely say her name.

John pressed her against the wall so she hugged her own body closer to his.

He whimpered and his breath quickened as they moved together, their bodies desperate to be intimately intertwined.

John's last few thrusts were fervent, each one driving them both to cumming. She shivered, her cunt clenched tightly around him as they reached their peak together.

John released himself inside of her.

She could feel his entire body tense before they became a tangled mess on the floor.

John seemed disillusioned. She was giggling at the thought of what they just did, it was purely filthy.

John reached down to his ankles and tugged up his pants, he struggled to get the belt buckled. She gracefully pulled on her tights and when she finally stood up, smoothed out her skirt.

They caught each other's eye and burst into laughter, their cheeks flushed and hair messy. They tried to regain composure, though they knew it had been lost the moment they stepped foot in the closet.

"Oh, Y/N, there's something different about you." John said.

"Oh." She replied, nervously.

"Is that a compliment, John?"

He smirked.

"Take it however you want, love. Just know that I want you all to myself."

He placed her head on his chest. She rested against him, a short pause settled in.

She felt a mix of emotions, though the dominant one was longing, it was sickly.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

He leaned in for a soft kiss and she accepted it.

"You are here," he mumbled against your lips, "and I wanna keep you close."

"How close?"

"As close as us shagging in a bloody broom closet."

#the beatles #60s rock #the beatles imagine #the beatles smuts #john lennon #paul mccartney #vintage #the beatles x reader #spotify #john lennon x reader #ringo starr #george harrison #paul mccartney imagine #classic rock #fiction #the beatles fanfiction #paul mccartney x reader #fanfic

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vizzlemcshizzle · 2 months

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Helloooo!!!

My name is Vee! and I write fanfic!! here is my about me, and some rules, and some other stuffs!! :3

RULES ☆

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Fluff

Angst

Matchups!

Headcanons

Ships (character/character and character/reader)

Smut (Ohhhh jeeeeeeze..)

Character Interactions!!

Platonic

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

CNC

DDLG and the other one thats like that

Rape

Sexual Harassment

The basic no no's

I will not write Smut for a male reader, but any other writings I am more than glad to do for a male reader!

BANDS I WILL WRITE FOR

Queen

Cinderella

Guns 'n Roses

Metallica

Bon Jovi

Led Zeppelin

The Cure

Japan

The Smiths (No, not Morshitty.)

Pink Floyd

The Beatles

Nirvana

Foo Fighters

Black Sabbath

Sex Pistols

Megadeath

Van Halen

Kiss

Aerosmith

Kitty

The Blackhearts

Motley Crue

Korn

Faster Pussycat

Ratt

AC/DC

David Bowie

Soundgarden

Hanoi rocks

Jimi Hendrix

Billy Idol

Rolling Stones

(these are all that I can remember! but ask me if I write any, I'm sure I know them!!)

MASTERLIST

INBOX: 0

(Requests open!!)

#classic rock #rock #punk rock #fanfiction #classic rock fanfic

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cassiana-on-dark-side · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pink Floyd, Rock Music RPF, David Gilmour - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Gilmour/Reader Characters: David Gilmour, Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Consensual Sex, worship body, Aftercare, smutty david, 1970s era Pink Floyd, ficmour Summary:

Give him a photo shoot, they had told her. It will be fun, they had told her. Spoiler: it was.

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list just let me know and I will be happy to do so 🥰

taglist: @letsdeinen @snowcherrie @gilmourchilmour @nature-and-music @tangerine-page @whyamistillfangirling @multidimensionallove @jonesyjonesyjonesy @barrettavenue @urawizardkari @lsd-astronaut @raiseyourgoblet-of-rock @classicrockenjoyer @simply-calidreamer @coolerthansnow

#my fanfic #monday fanfiction #david gilmour fanfiction #david gilmour x reader #david gilmour x reader fanfic #ficmour #smutty david #david gilmour #pink floyd fanfic #classic rock fanfic

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rosyfingereddawnn · 9 months

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whisper something holy (before you pinch me into the grave)

hey loves!!

went a lil batshit <3 thought too much about characterization of people i’ve never met <3 did some writing for fun <3 and to relieve the itch in my brain <3

here is chapter 1/? <333

posting it exclusively on ao3 cause that does Not need to be on the ol masterlist <3

#guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses fanfiction #classic rock fanfic #slash #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #axl rose #steven adler

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maziecrazycloud · 1 year

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LOVELIES!! You know what time it is! Forest of Time … time? Oh well, semantics aside. The new chapter is finally up! Im so excited for you all to read this one, it was pretty fun to write.

Tags!: @jimmysdragonsuit13 @tiny-sorceress-mads @thegroovywitch @larsgoingtomars @jimmys-zeppelin @n0quart3r @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @summerofsmiles

(Im getting better at this tagging thing! Lmk if you wanna be tagged!)

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chromations · 1 month

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"It’s so mundane, every day, but it’s gorgeous. Maybe he’s been around Robert for too long. This is his kind of thought process.

The buzz reaches his brain; it’s peaceful."

Title: Sick Again (Smokers in L.A.)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Fandom: Led Zeppelin

Relationships: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant

Characters: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones

Additional Tags: Marijuana, Drug Use, Shotgunning, Kissing, Hair-pulling, 1976, Sunsets, Robert Plant cane era, Anxiety, Nausea, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, also implied eating disorders but that's if you really look

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-03-23 Words: 1,660 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

In July of 1976, Jimmy finds himself forced to attend a formal party with the rest of Led Zeppelin. Uneasy with the environment, he sits on the balcony in the summer evening. Robert finds him and finds a way to quell the unease with his own charm.

#led zeppelin #led zeppelin fanfiction #jimbert #robert plant #jimmy page #fanfiction #fanfic #i dont even know why i rated it mature. probably because of all the connotations of everything #classic rock

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