Emma, She/Her, 26, obsessed with Pink Floyd, in love with Roger WatersI like to writeFeel free to send in requests.
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David Gilmour - At "Royal Albert Hall", London, May 2006. Photo: Brian Rasic 🎧
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I daydream about Roger so much I had to talk to a councillor. It was worth it
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I don’t have anything horny to say I just wanted to say I love Pink 💔 He’s such an interesting character and I genuinely never thought I would like the movie or the album but he definitely helped. For a character that speaks so little his story says a lot. Haven’t had a movie or album move me like that in a good long while 😭😭
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I wish David Gilmour was my dad not in a sexual way but I genuinely wish he was my father 🥲 like when I went to go see him I jokingly told my friends I was gonna bring him adoption papers
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Pink Floyd - The Wall (1982) dir. Alan Parker
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Hope you are okay!<3 i want to make a request, i imagine the reader could even be part of Pink Floyd and one day she stays late in the studio with Roger and asks him to help her practice with the bass, he stands behind her to tell how to do it and all ends in a slowburn🙏
warnings: smut, lewd themes, smoking, reader is a session musician for Pink Floyd, vaginal fingering, teasing, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, creampie finish ;) words: 2.2k pairings: Roger Waters x Fem!Musician!Reader a/n: look I'm sorry this is probably not the slowburn you wanted cause it's really not a slowburn, but this got out of hand and I'm really proud of it. Hope you enjoy!!! Thanks for requesting!! MDNI
It hadn’t been easy to settle into playing with your favorite band, but the more you eased into it, the more you found yourself enjoying each and every member in your own way. Though if you had to admit something to yourself, it was that you were more than just intrigued by Roger.
The bassist and really someone you looked up to, he wasn’t always the warmest person. Very often he would fly into fits of rage or grow angry over something you didn’t quite understand. But you found him very handsome as well as very inspiring.
You’ve had your fair share of peeks into that little black book of his, along with listening to the band’s previous music. So it was safe to say you had a big fat crush on Roger Waters. How you would deal with that was another story. Most times, you just push all your feelings down and ignore anything that might come up.
If any of the guys make any comments, you think you’re pretty good at keeping a poker face. Though most of them know about your little crush on Roger, they are all very good to keep it to themselves. Every day you spent with the band, helping them record the newest album, you kept your distance from the man who you were falling for.
Tonight was different. You were tired but you were very much wanting to finish up the track. Still, you found yourself slipping up on almost every single note. The worst part was that David left quite some time ago, so you couldn’t even approach him for some advice. Roger was the only one left in the studio right now, so he was the one you had to talk to.
“Hey Roger,” you called out to him.
He lifts his head from his writing, a soft smirk on his face. Why did he have to look so sexy? You were just wanting to ask him some advice on this track and now he was basically enticing you with just a simple smirk.
“What is it? Do you need my help?”
Your mouth goes dry when he offers help. Of course, he sounds a bit cocky. He always sounds a little cocky. Too much confidence inside of one man. It both turned you on and infuriated you.
“Would you mind? It’s been a long day and I just want to get it right…for once.”
You almost sounded like you were pleading. Oh this was going to be fun, Roger thinks to himself. It would be a pleasure to give such a sweet little thing like you some help.
He comes over to you and you can feel his big presence behind you. You shudder when you feel his arms coming around to help with your finger placements. He helps you with the pick as well, helping you strum a few chords.
“It’s not that hard,” he whispers in your ear. “Just a little more practice, sweetheart.”
You giggle. “You truly are a lifesaver. Thank you,”
Roger chuckles. “Would you believe me if I told you I can barely tune my own bass? David usually helps me with that.”
Something about that statement makes Roger seem so real and so human. Leaning on another for help like that and actually admitting to it makes him seem vulnerable. You smile sweetly and look over your shoulder at him.
“I suppose that makes sense. David is always so kind as to help me with these types of problems too.”
Roger feels a jealousy boiling up inside of him. “Well yeah, of course. David is certainly an angel, isn’t he?”
You don’t miss the sarcasm in his voice. Your heart skips a beat when you realise that maybe Roger was jealous. There is always some sort of rivalry between them, but maybe this is something deeper. Was Roger jealous because you had praised David? Was it about the rivalry or was it because maybe Roger didn’t want to hear you say something nice about his bandmate?
“Oh and does this displease you?” You tease as you continue working on the bass track.
“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
You can see a small smirk on his face. Of course, he’s enjoying you teasing him, but if you were to push the subject further, he might get angry. You signal for him to join you in the recording booth. Roger turns on the tape and the two of you lay down the track.
For the first time today, it sounded just so amazing. There was no hiss nor anything out of tune. You just followed his advice and played to impress the man you were in love with. In turn, Roger showed you just how good of a bass player he could be.
After finishing up, you two sit on the sofa in the studio. Roger lights up a smoke and you take it from him, taking a deep drag. He gives you a warning look, but it’s all in good fun. When you pass back the cigarette, your fingers brush against his.
“I always thought you were a good girl,” Roger teases.
“I’m full of surprises. You’ll just have to see for yourself.”
There’s a playful look in your eyes, but when he looks deeper, he notices something even more. There’s a look of wanting and hunger. Roger continues to smoke his cigarette, suddenly feeling so nervous about being alone with you. Despite everything, he’s grown very fond of you. You watch him smoke, stealing a few drags here and there yourself. There’s a growing sexual tension with each second you spend together, but neither one of you acts on it straight away.
“You know,” Roger starts as he puts the cigarette out in the ashtray. “I’m rather glad David found you. You’re such a good addition to our band,”
You don’t even know how to answer. A pink dusting appears on your cheeks, making you look even more endearing than before. You get a little closer, trying to test out your own confidence if you can, but Roger beats you to it.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, practically onto his lap. His lips are a little chapped and he tastes like tobacco, but it’s not unwanted. In fact, you lean into the kiss even more. He cups your face in his large hands, making you moan just for him. The sound is so erotic and he grins between heated kisses.
“You make such pretty sounds. I hope you’ll make them just for me.”
He pushes you down onto the couch, crawling on top of you. There’s a feisty look on his face as he kisses you once more. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. This was going exactly how you had imagined it before; slow and tantalizing with a lot of heat behind each and every kiss.
“Have you been wanting this?” Roger questions as he begins kissing your neck. “Because I have.”
You light up a flame deep inside of him, something he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Ever since the day he met you, you just seemed the type to turn his world around. And so you have, and you’re making him so hard right now. He hasn’t been this hard since he was a teenager. Roger takes one of your hands and guides it to his bulge.
“Do you see what you do to me?” He asks, his voice deep and gruff. “See how fuckin’ hard you make me, sweetheart?”
You moan and begin to rub his bulge. “What a compliment.” There’s a bit of a mocking tone to your voice, but it only serves to turn him on even more.
It’s not long before Roger pins your wrists above your head. The whine you let out is just so cute, he wants to hear you make it again and again. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue penetrates your lips. As the kiss deepens, Roger takes pull your shirt up. Once it’s off your body, he grins when he notices you’re not wearing a bra.
“Oh I thought that was the case, but it certainly makes me happy to know you work like this.”
You blush at his words. “It’s just comfier that way.”
His lips trail down your neck, nipping at your collarbone on the way to your breasts. His hands feel so hot on your body, kneading and fondling your curves to his liking. When he looks up at you, you notice the hunger in his eyes even more now. Roger dips down, capturing one of your pert buds between his lips.
“Such a sweet girl for me,” he murmurs against your soft skin. “And such perfect tits.”
Usually you’d have found it annoying that he would make a comment like that, but in this situation, it’s more than arousing. He continues to tease your nipples, this time by tweaking and tugging on them. The little noises you make turn him on even more. Roger continues his explorations, tugging on your jeans.
“Let’s see what else you might be hiding from me.”
As he peels off your jeans that hug your curves, he grins when he sees your cute little panties. His long fingers tease you, and he laughs as he notices the dampness on the material. You’re soaked just from some kissing and a little bit of heavy petting. It certainly was stroking his ego.
“Awh, you must have needed this pretty badly.”
He doesn’t give you time to answer. Instead, Roger captures your lips in a deep and wanton kiss. His fingers push your panties aside, grunting as he feels just exactly how wet you are. It certainly was a compliment to him, but in turn, it was making him dizzy. You were soaked.
With expertise, he rubs your clit in firm, slow circles. You buck your hips, desperate for even more. But he’s the one calling the shots. He’s not going to let you take too much control of this situation. Roger watches as your pretty face contorts into pleasure.
“Going to cum just with this?” He teases, slipping one of his fingers into you.
You gasp. “No fair, you’ve got those long fingers.”
This makes him smirk and curl his finger into you. He continues to rub your clit, making you clench around the digit. Oh how you feel so good to the touch. You’re dripping so much already, making his cock even harder than before.
Roger kisses you as he continues his pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. You feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and you cling to the sofa beneath you to ground yourself. Soft pants fall from your lips before you cry out his name. Blissful pleasure washes through you, rendering you into a boneless mess underneath the man you were in love with.
Roger pulls his finger from you, smirking as he licks and sucks the juices from the long digit. He keeps eye contact with you the entire time, breaking it only to look down as he unbuckles his belt. You help take off his tight black t-shirt.
Once he’s naked, your eyes widen. You knew he was probably going to be long, but the girth on the member between his legs has you salivating. Roger spreads your legs, spitting on your still soaked cunt before using the head of his cock to smear it all over.
“Do you have a condom?” He asks, gently bucking his hips.
“I’m on the pill,” you say sheepishly.
His eyebrows raise at your words. “Is this an invitation to go in raw?”
You reach down to cup his ass, pushing him even closer. Roger doesn’t need any more confirmation that this is what you needed. Inch by inch, he slides into you. You’ve never felt this full before.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You are so fucking tight, darling.”
You barely know what to say. Your brain is basically mush right now as he fills you up. When Roger bottoms out, you let out a cute little whimper. He’s brushing up against your cervix and he pulls out almost completely before pushing back into you.
“Oh I should have been doing this with you from the start.” He whispers. “I’m going to get so addicted to this little pussy.”
Roger grips your hips, pulling you towards him with every harsh thrust. You can’t keep your moans back; the sounds are just spilling from you with every move he makes. You cling to him, wondering if you’ve ever felt pleasure like this before. Roger’s panting and grunting, pumping into you fervently.
“Look at you,” he says as he watches your tits bounce. “Fucking beautiful.”
His thumb comes to rub your clit again, making you moan his name. This causes his hips to falter just a bit, not realizing that you moaning his name would make him get so close to the edge like that. With renewed tempo, he works hard to get you off.
Once more, your body is wracked with a deep orgasmic flow. Your walls clamp down around him like a velvet vice, pulling him over the edge with you. His grunts turn into moans as he spills his seed so deep inside of you.
Yet, even after his orgasm has subsided, Roger continues to pump into you. He loves the noises you make even more now that you’re overstimulated. He leans in to kiss you.
“We can’t let anyone know about this, okay? It’ll be our little secret.”
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Rick Wright (detail). Pink Floyd - Hakone Aphrodite Concert, Japan August 1971. Photo by Koh Hasebe/Shinko Music Archives.
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Syd Barrett! has been souped
requested by @goremipsum
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footage of rick wright looking like someone called his name off-camera
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HEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my friend ships Syd Barrett and Courtney Love
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warnings: smut, lewd themes, oral sex(fem receiving), threesome/poly parings: David Gilmour x Fem!Reader x Roger Waters a/n: just a little Drabble to keep everyone on their toes ;) I promise, more to come...just need time to think of things <3
He kneels in front of you, spreading your legs. After a long day of work, this is all David really needs. When you push his hair out of his face, he smiles at you. Truly, you are delicious and so sweet. The love you have for him is always enough to bring him back into a good mood.
“Was Rog being an asshole again today, baby?” You ask as David begins to kiss your inner thighs.
“Unbelievably so. It’s like he didn’t get enough sex last night or something.”
You grin. “That’s highly unlikely.”
You both laugh as you think about what happened last night. Roger had spent the night here at your place, taking you ravenously in all kinds of different positions. Though you have a suspicion that maybe him not getting enough sleep was what caused his foul mood.
“He was rather grumpy,” David says before getting closer. “But nevermind that, please let me enjoy you.”
You can’t even argue with that. He’s gentle with his ministrations, knowing you’re so sore from last night. David is sweet with your most sensitive bits. He spends lots of time kissing you and teasing you, allowing you to get very wet for him. He moans as he gets to drink up your nectar. When you tug on his hair and pull him closer, he feels his cock twitching.
“Such a needy little thing you are,” David comments as he looks up at you. “Did Roger leave you unsatisfied?”
You want to say that Roger had been rather greedy last night, but he did make you feel so good too. You whimper for David, making him smirk. You truly are too cute for him to resist. You have both men wrapped around your little finger.
“I’ll make sure you cum, darling. Don’t worry.”
True to his word, David brings you to an earth shattering orgasm. You can’t help but to buck your hips as the waves of bliss wrack through your body, leaving you messy and sticky. David slurps as he licks every drop of your arousal, loving the way your body reacts to him.
Just as he’s about to get up on his feet, the bedroom door swings open. It’s Roger and he looks stressed. He falls to his knees, and to your surprise, he kisses David. It’s just been a very stressful period in their lives and you are their little solace.
“It’s my turn,” Roger says gruffly. “Let me have a taste.”
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