#john paul jones x reader

[xanticore]

𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

Genre: Fluff

Setting: 1975 ,, Paris

Summary: The zeppelin boys were touring again. It was the mid 70s and you took a liking to their music. You ironically didn't have enough money for a ticket even after you told your friends you could go. Pretty bummed at the fact being concert day and a work day, a fellow member decided to try out your cafés famous croissants.

It was the day of the Led Zeppelin tour and you dreaded for not managing your money better. You tried throwing in some extra hours but your boss said no. You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Your friends were all gonna attend the concert and you even got the courage to ask if anyone was able to buy you a ticket, sadly, they only had enough for one and some food money afterwards.

You huffed and just accepted the fate. Going into work and having people talk about the concert only made you jealous. It was worse when people recommend to play a certain record of theirs. It was a good album and they were touring off it. You tried your best to make it through the morning rush and brunch time.

Making coffee and warming up some of your famous pastries was your specialty. You were known as the coffee bean girl. The way you would make coffee of any kind was perfect for the tastebuds of the buyer. Nobody couldn't resist it. The cafe was a pretty popular spot having the occasional famous people of France come by. You were happy at the fact but it was always someone you wasn't really a big fan of; so it wasn't as special to you like the other workers.

It was now hitting 1 pm and you were the one left alone in the cafe to close up shop. You were currently sweeping the main floor and heard the front entrance ring as the bell door chimed. "Sorry we're closed-" You said before looking up and now was stuck frozen in place.

"Oh? is that so? I really wanted to try some iced coffee and a croissant. I heard this place had the best in Paris."

It was Jimmy. Your favorite member of the band. His soft british accent was music to your ears. He was wearing a white button up blouse and light brown pants with white boots. My oh my Jimmy looked like a Disney prince came to life.

"You ok there sweetheart?" He asked. You were quickly snapped back into reality and nodded. "I didn't know it would close at this hour. No one told me." He said a little embarrassed.

"Oh no Mr.Page it's quite alright. I can make something for you if you like?" You said trying to reassure him. you watched him giggle and it made your heart flutter. "No need for the formality darling. Just call me Jimmy. I really don't mind it at all." You smiled at his words.

"I hope it won't be too much of a hassle will it?"

"Of course not."

"Alright then~" He smiled sweetly and made his way towards the counter. You were already behind it looking at the famous rockstar observing the menu. "Can I get a small vanilla iced latte with a butter croissant please?" You heard his order and nodded. "That would be 4 euros." Jimmy paid his share and waited to the side as you made his coffee.

Jimmy went over to the record player and saw the last album that was being played. "Are you a fan of my band sweetie?" He asked. You looked up for a moment and nodded. "Will I be seeing you at the concert tonight?" You sadly shook your head. "No? Oh why not darling?"

"I couldn't get a ticket." You frowned. You finished his latte and sat it at the pick up counter. You then started to prepare his croissant. "Poor thing. Tell you what. Come to the venue and I will let you in on my behalf, since you're making my order while closed." He offered and your heart literally skipped a beat. "Wow thats...thats amazing! Im so happy thank you!" You said ecstatically. The warmer beeped letting you know the croissant is ready. You went along and took it out and wrapped it in the nice paper. You handed his drink and croissant to him.

"Thank you darling. hmm smells delicious honestly." He complimented. He first took a sip of the iced latte and was completely satisfied. He then took a bite of the croissant. "Woah-" He explained with his mouth full of pastry. You couldn't help but giggle as you walked around the counter going towards him. "How is it?"

"Devine. They weren't kidding..when people said you guys have the best coffee and pastries." His comment only made you smile and you couldn't help but look at his beautiful facial features. "Come on sit down with me and have a chat with me, uhh, (name)" You noticed how he squinted as he eyed your name tag. You blushed and you both headed towards a booth near the window.

The two of you talked for at least 45 minutes but it honestly felt like 45 seconds.

"I have to get going love, I have to prepare for the concert and all, and remember, come to the venue and say you're there on my behalf. If the security guards cause any trouble just explain to them..hell- even ask for me if it's necessary."

You nodded at his instructions still couldn't believe you got special access in the concert without having a ticket...not only that, you was able to meet him face to face so personal. It felt like you were talking to an old friend.

"Thats a good girl , you are." Jimmy smiled. Before he left he planted a sweet kiss on your cheek having you blush even more. "I'll see you later then sweetheart."

"Yeah~ 🩷"

a/n : I had so much fun writing this, all soft and cute. should I do a part two or just keep the original??

dividers : cr to owners

[airam1quhs]

Hello, beautiful people, and welcome to my blog! This will serve as both an intro and Masterlist

I won’t bore you with too many introductions, but the basic gist is that I enjoy music and writing, and I’m going to post a combination of that here! There are also a few movies etc that are very close to my heart, so I’ll write for those as well.

I take requests, so pop them in the ask box and I’ll be sure to respond :)

(This is technically a side blog. My main is @airamiquhs, but it’s shadowbanned)

key: 🌟= fluff, 🍁= angst

Who I Write For:

GUNS N ROSES

🌟New Year's | S. H. (more soon :)

NIRVANA

🍁🌟Reassurances | K.C.

🌟, very slight 🍁 Aneurysm | K.C.

🍁->🌟 Working Things Through | K.C.

🌟 Pancakes | K.C.

🌟 This Goes to My Partner | K.C.

(more soon :)

CHRIS CORNELL

archive of cc fics

🌟 a-z (sfw!)

🌟And I Said it’s Alright (tw panic attack)

🌟Hard to Say (more soon :)

LED ZEPPELIN

🌟Sleeping My Day Away | R.P. (more soon :)

MOTLEY CRUE (I don’t write for Vince or Mick atm, more soon :)

MANESKIN (more soon :)

BACK TO THE FUTURE (OG) (more soon :)

STAR WARS (more soon :)

NONE/MANY OsTricH wOMaN

(if the reader is not specified as gn in the request, they will be taken as fem! And lastly, I'm more than comfortable writing suggestive content, but I won't write full on smut! I don't have any issues with it, it's just a personal preference)

More info on people I write for here :)

Works in progress:

-high school! Axl Rose fair date

-gnr & motley band drama :0 (Axl Rose)

-after the show (Kurt Cobain)

-having a nice dream?? (Izzy Stradlin)

-it's been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time (Kurt x best friend from Aberdeen reader)

-short blurb about painting together (Kurt Cobain)

-relaxing with Chris Cornell

[samiwife]

Too Good For Me 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys are doing good! Just a couple things, please request any stories of any 80's or 90's bands you guys like. And lastly, thanks 4 the support. Hope you enjoy this spicy fanfic of Jimmy Page <3

T/W: Sex (of course), pet names, and cussing (Reader Discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

College has been having you beat, all the exams and tests make you have to study every night. All you wanted to do was relax for a day with your roommate Jimmy. Jimmy was originally your friend when you lived in London. Then the two of you moved to the U.S. together to study abroad. Though the two of you went to different universities. The two of you still came back home to the same apartment to hang out with each other. Jimmy was always your crush but you kept it secret for so long. You thought Jimmy was too good for you. He played guitar, was kind, smart, and would always do anything for you. People would often even assume you two were dating, but that's yet to happen.

One night, you came home from a long days of lectures and studies. All you wanted to do was relax maybe watch some movies. You walked through the apartment door, and you saw Jimmy's shoes near the door meaning he was home too. You sighed, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Then you heard a bedroom door open. It was Jimmy walking out of his room. You assumed he just woke up because his hair was a mess and he was wearing only a bathrobe and shorts. "Hey love, how was your day?" Jimmy said walking over to you. You weren't happy at all, it was a Friday but you just seemed so worn out.

"Not good, god I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these exams and studying I have to do. When will I get a fucking break?" you said angrily while throwing your papers and books on the kitchen table nearby. "Aww, it's okay darling. All your hard work will be paid off soon. I think you're doing an amazing job." Jimmy said while hugging you and stroking your hair. Jimmy had always been supportive of you. He was supportive when you said you wanted to move to the states for studying. "Jimmy, how was your day?" you asked while letting go and walking over to the kitchen to make tea. "It was good, however my partners for a music writing project are arseholes," Jimmy said while running his finger through his hair. You boiled some water and took out a mug.

"Well, if they're assholes then turn in your own work. I believe you can do it since you are good at songwriting." You said while ripping open a tea packet. Jimmy smiles and walks behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jimmy rests his chin on your shoulder. You blush hard, Jimmy is never usually like this. He would always give you hugs. But never this. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" you said looking at him. "Y/N, I know things have been stressful. Why don't I make things less stressful for you?" Jimmy said while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You breathe in slowly, and you feel your heart race.

Jimmy kisses the inner part of your neck lightly. You groan quietly and quickly cover your mouth in embarrassment. Jimmy smiled at the sound of you, Jimmy grabbed your hands from your mouth and pinned them to the counter. "Don't be embarrassed sweetie, I want to hear you," Jimmy said in a low voice. Jimmy lifts his head up from your neck. Your face was still red from him kissing your neck. Jimmy kisses your soft lips and runs his hands down your thighs. The kiss deepened, and Jimmy lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You pulled away from the kiss.

"Jimmy, are you sure you want to do this?" You asked shyly. Jimmy smiled and pulled your face in closer. "Y/N, I know you like me and you know what? I like you too. Everyone knows it. So why not now?" Jimmy said in a low tone again. You looked down in embarrassment. "I always thought you were too good for me." You said with your head still down. Jimmy lifts up your chin so he can see you. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You are smart, kind, and independent. I thought you were too good for me. I'm just a loser guitarist." Jimmy said with a smile. You blush harder, Jimmy notices and chuckles. "So what do you think? Shall we continue where we were?" Jimmy said as he rubbed your thighs. You nodded. Jimmy leans in closer and kisses the crook of your neck again. Then the kiss turns into nibbling.

Jimmy sucked and bit down lightly on your sensitive skin. You groan and whine quietly. Jimmy didn't like how you were quiet so he bit down harder. Causing you to full-on moan. Jimmy smiles in your neck and runs his hands down your shorts. He slowly slips off your shorts and underwear. Then you remove your shirt. Causing you to only wear a bra. Jimmy removes his shorts as well. Jimmy stops for a second and admires how your body looks. "Darling, you're stunning." He whispers in your ear. Jimmy pulls you in closer and kisses your lips again. Jimmy slowly slides his member in, causing you to wince. You never told Jimmy but you were a virgin and he can tell. "It's your first time isn't it?" Jimmy said slowly thrusting in and out. You moan as a response.

"I'll take it slow for you, love," Jimmy said thrusting slowly. You moan at any slightest movement. "J-Jimmy can you go faster?" you called out breathing heavily. Jimmy complies and goes faster. Thrusting in and out hitting your spot every time causing you to almost scream. However, Jimmy wasn't silent either. Jimmy groaned and moaned deeply. Without you asking, Jimmy went faster than before. You grabbed tightly onto Jimmy's back hard enough to leave red marks. Jimmy loved the feeling of being on top of you. You were always shy and timid but now you're screaming your lungs out calling out his name in pleasure. "Ugh god, Jimmy you're so good." You screamed out. "Darling, you're doing so amazing for me." Jimmy huffed out. Jimmy trusted for a couple minutes until you almost feel your climax. "J-Jimmy! I'm about to come!" You huffed out.

Jimmy cradled you and continued to thrust. "Me too love, you can come whenever." Jimmy panted out. After a few more thrusts, you climaxed and rode out your climax. Jimmy smiled and pulled out. You grabbed his member and started to move your hand up and down. Jimmy groaned and bit his bottom lip. You moved your hand faster down his member. Causing Jimmy to arch his back. "God Y/N, you're so fucking good." Jimmy huffed out. "Yeah, what's my name, big boy?" You teasingly said. "Y/N! Y/N!" Jimmy screamed loudly. "God, Y/N I'm going to come!" He said while his back arched harder. "Then come for me," you said moving faster than before. After a few strokes, Jimmy came all over your hand. It was warm and sticky. Jimmy took a few seconds to ride out the high of his climax. Jimmy was panting hard. You smiled and pulled him closer. You kissed his soft lips and stoked his hair.

"Y/N, that was amazing. You were amazing." Jimmy said while he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer. You blushed and cuddled your head into his shoulder. Jimmy chuckles and bridal carries you to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up, and maybe clean myself too," Jimmy said while carrying you to the nearest bathroom. You chuckle and blush. "Jimmy, I love you." You said in a shy tone. "I love you too Y/N" Jimmy said while gently placing you on the bathroom sink. Jimmy grabs a nearby towel and turns on the bathtub. After a few minutes, the bath was ready. Jimmy picks you up again and places you in the bathtub. Jimmy hands you some soap and a loofa to clean yourself. Meanwhile, he got up and went over to the sink, and cleaned himself. After a few minutes of the bath, you were done.

"Jimmy sweetheart, could you get me a towel? And maybe some fresh clothes too?" You called out from the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jimmy walks into the bathroom holding a towel and a fresh batch of clothes. "There you go, dear," Jimmy said handing you the things. You dry yourself off and put on the fresh pair of clothes Jimmy handed you. But you noticed the shirt you were wearing was Jimmy's. It smelt like him. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly Jimmy bridal carries you again and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you on his bed and quickly gets in bed also. You lay down on his comfy bed and you feel Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him. "Goodnight Jimmy sweetie," you said while kissing his lips one last time. "Goodnight Y/N, my darling," Jimmy said kissing your neck. You chuckle and fall asleep in his arms.

[johnlennonswifey]

My Masterlist 🫶

The Beatles

John Lennon

‘I love you the way you are’

George Harrison

‘Finally, A Break.’

80s!George x Reader (Part 1)

80s!George x Reader (Part 2)

80s! George x Reader (Part 3)

Ringo Starr

‘My lovely secret’

‘I’m here for you’

Paul McCartney

Nothing Yet.

Queen

John Deacon

Nothing Yet.

Brian May

Nothing Yet.

Roger Taylor

Nothing Yet.

Freddie Mercury

Nothing Yet.

The Monkees

Davy Jones

Nothing Yet.

Micky Dolenz

Cast Crush

Mike Nesmith

Nothing Yet.

Peter Tork

Nothing Yet.

[sillygummyworm]

☆ ~ Masterlist

Want to request? Check my boundaries here

♤ = Fluff

♡ = Smut

◇ = Angst

♧ = X reader

Call Of Duty

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Nothing here yet

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

Nothing here yet

Captain John Price

Nothing here yet

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Nothing here yet

König

Nothing here yet

Slipknot

Sidney 'Sid' Wilson

Nothing here yet

Joey Jordison (Won’t write smut for)

Nothing here yet

Paul Gray (Won’t write smut for)

Nothing here yet

Jim Root

Nothing here yet

Craig Jones

Nothing here yet

Shawn 'Clown' Crahan

Nothing here yet

Mick Thomson

Nothing here yet

Corey Taylor

Nothing here yet

Sally Face

Sal 'Sally face' Fisher (!ADULT VERSION!)

Nothing here yet

More characters will most likely be added in the future! :]

[sporksarejustspoonswithafork]

A face with no name

John Bonham x f!reader

A/N: Hi, I'm new to this fandom. My name is Thys and I'm happy to be here. first I'd like to say this is my first ever fic and I hope I did good. second @jonesyjonesyjonesy this is the girl that wanted to write a led zeppelin Christmas story but I couldn't. So yea that was it. hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: NSFW content

1971

Voices. That's all John Bonham could hear. To him his surroundings weren't really important. Not the drunken men yelling and screaming, not the smell of sweat and smoke and certainly not the other girls that were walking around. Nothing mattered except the beauty in front of him. 

His eyes were focused on her and her only. Her hips swayed from side to side. He looked at the money that was tucked into the material that barely covered her backside. The stage lights shone on her beautiful skin. Her legs were in the air and her hands, with red painted nails, were wrapped around the silver pole. 

Suddenly her eyes were on his. There was a sudden look she gave him. Her eyes grew dark and her gaze was 

When she came down from the pole she started walking towards him in a slow but sensual pace. She knelt down, reached out and touched his chin with her finger. A small but warm smile formed on her lips as she stood up amd walked back to the middle of the podium.

A hand snapped him out of his thoughts. When he turned around he was met with the smiling face of his friend, Robert.

"You seem to be enjoying the show." He sat next to him, glass of whiskey in hand. Robert looked up at the girl on stage.

"She's the new girl I was telling you about." He said. "Lovely woman, isn't she?" 

Indeed. So lovely that he couldn't look away. The music came to an end and everyone applauded her. 

"I have to talk to her." John said.

Robert looked at him. 

"She's gonna say no." 

"How would you know?" 

Robert blew the smoke from his cigarette in the air. "Jimmy said she's shy." 

"Or maybe he just scared her." John said. "Just let me talk to her."

 Robert sighed and called a blonde girl who was walking by. He whispered something in her ear. John saw how her face went from amused to unamused.

"Really? The newbie." She said. 

"Hey, my friend insisted." Robert threw his hands in the air. The blonde looked at them both before walking away. For what seemed like minutes the blonde came back. 

"She won't talk to anyone." 

"Told you." Robert said. 

"Now wait a minute, can you please try again." John said. The blonde rolled her hazel eyes. 

"Look, if i try again you're gonna be here a long time, now excuse me i have somewhere to be." She walked away.

John sat back down.

"Ah, cheer up." Robert said. "Look around there are plenty of other beauty's." He said and winked at the girl. Robert excused himself and walked over to the girl.

Now all by himself, John took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. 

"Excuse me?" He heard a soft voice say. He looked up and froze when he saw the same pair of chocolate brown eyes from earlier.

"I heard you asked for me." She said, Her beauty was even more visible up close. She wore red lipstick, on each ear hung a diamond earring and around her neck was a gold necklace.

"I- uhm,-" John cleared his throat. "It was me who asked." 

"I know." She smiled. "I just said that." 

Idiot. He mentally cursed.

"Uhm i'm sorry it took so long." She said, 

"No, it's alright." John said. 

"We can go somewhere private, if you'd like?" She asked.

John looked around. He could spot none of his bandmates or friends.

"Lead the way." He said. The two started walking towards the back. John's eyes moved from her back to her barely covered ass to her long legs. What a woman. He thought.

They came to dimly lit hallway with several doors. She opened the second door and made her way in. John watched her as she walked in. He followed her and closed the door behind him.

When he turned around his eyes landed on the bed. She sat on the edge, her eyes were glued on him. He slowly walked over to her. As he stood in front of her he lifted her head up by the chin. There was that look again. The same look she had on the stage. The look of lust. 

John's thumb brushed across her lips. He felt her hands creep up his thighs, getting closer and closer to his ass. John let out a sigh when he felt her hands brush past his ass and squeeze it a bit. Her hands then  traveled to the front of his jeans, where she unbuckled his belt, unzipped the zipper and let it fall on the floor. 

The warm touch of her hands on his thigh sent a shiver down his spine. Her hands got closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers until she lightly stroked it. A whimper left John's mouth as he felt a second stroke. A smile crept up on her red painted lips. He could see she was enjoying this. 

She yanked down his boxers making his cock spring out. Her eyes landed on him before giving the tip of his cock a small kiss. John sighed. Her hand started to move up and down his cock, John threw his head back letting out a moan. 

Her hands felt so good on his cock. He grabbed her arm for support. The strokes became faster.

"Don't stop." John moaned. "Please don't-" 

But she stopped. John was confused. He was about to say something until he felt her mouth wrap around his cock. 

"Oh fuck." John cried out. He felt his cock twitch as she swirled her tongue around it. The sounds from his mouth went from moans to whimpers. His head was spinning, his heart was racing and his vision became blurry. This girl was making him go crazy. He looked down at her. She looked so beautiful. 

The moment he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, his grip on her arm became a bit tighter. He suddenly felt hot. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in. His cock hit the back of her throat one more time before bobbing her head even faster. John suddenly felt his orgams approach. 

"I'm-" he tried to speak but couldn't. She took him all in one last time and that was enough for him to let out a long loud groan and release into her mouth. He watched as she swallowed all of him, never breaking eye contact. John was exhausted. He leaned forward, almost falling over. 

"Woah there tiger." She said. That voice of hers was music to his ears. She helped him sit down on the bed. 

"You know, you should come visit me more often." She said and touched his chin. 

John nodded. He heard her chuckle. She patted his back, stood up and made her way to the door. He saw her turn around one last time.

"See you later, tiger." She said and with that she was gone. John, who was still in a daze, fell onto the bed. Then he realized he forgot something. He forgot to ask her for her name.

Tag list : @jonesyjonesyjonesy @foreverandadaydarling

[kaleldobrev]

The One Bed, Two People Problem (2) — The 15 Year Problem Series

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Series Summary: Needing help on a poltergeist case, you ask fellow hunter Sam Winchester for help. Despite having a broken arm, Sam agrees to help you. But, just as he’s about to head out and meet you, Dean tells him that he’ll take his place and help instead.

Chapter Word Count: 1.8k

Chapter Warnings: Cursing (2x), Age Gap (15 years), Sexual tension, Slightly vulnerable Dean, Self-Loathing Dean & Implied sexual fantasies (very minor)

Authors Note: A prequel series to the Old Man Universe (OMU) on how Dean and reader met | Takes place a few days after Dean is cured from being a demon in 2016 (please read this post for reasonings why it’s 2016, not 2014) | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

⋆ The 15 Year Problem Masterlist ⋆

⇠ Go Back & Read Chapter 1

"One room please," Dean said, as he plopped down his credit card onto the desk in front of the motel worker: a big grin on his face.

The worker looked at him tiredly and picked up the card. Looking at the name on the card, he looked at Dean, who maintained the same smile. "John Paul Jones?" He asked, his voice matching the tiredness in his eyes. "Like the dude from Led Zeppelin?"

"I get that a lot," Dean stated, trying to sound convincing, despite the motel worker probably not needing to be as he looked tired enough as it is. The worker nodded and started putting Dean's information into the computer; Dean swayed back and forth on his heels, looking around the motel lobby, not enjoying the awkward silence that was between the two. "It's a good thing I'm a Zepp fan," he added, a bit of humor in his voice, as he attempted to make awkward small talk with the man.

"Huh uh," the worker mumbled, not seeming interested in having any sort of conversation with Dean, as he was trying his best to concentrate on what he was doing, as the lack of sleep and pulling all-nighters the last couple of nights was starting to catch up to him in this moment.

Dean started to get slightly nervous, as the worker seemed to be taking a little bit more time than usual to be placing the information into the computer. "Is there a problem with the card?" Dean asked, after the motel worker started making a face that looked similar to confusion.

The worker shook his head. "Nah man. Just tired. It's my third night shift in a row and it's been a killer. Can barely keep my fucking eyes open. But I'm thankful to be doing anything at least. You're the first person I've seen in days, since the regulars haven't even come by." Dean decided not to ask about who or what the regulars were, but he would be lying if he wasn't the least bit curious.

"Surprising," Dean said. "Thought you'd get more on-going business being right on the highway like this. I mean, I've been to Tulsa a few times, and it's always pretty lively, even this time of night."

The man scoffed, almost chuckling at his words. "People don't like motels like they used to. They rather stay at the Holiday Inn down the street. Apparently, motels give people the creeps now," he said, rolling his eyes. "Too much shadiness I guess for people."

"I've stayed at more motels than I can count, and uh, they basically feel like home to me. They've never once given me the creeps," Dean told him, partially telling the truth, as he has stayed at plenty of motels over the years that have had questionable stains and clientele more times than he could count.

The worker nodded, handing Dean back his card. "Alright, we have one room available with a queen," he said.

Dean gave him a semi-puzzled look, unsure how true that really was, as the worker just said that he was the only person he's seen in a few days, and the parking lot was essentially empty besides his and who he assumed to be this man's car. "Nothing with two beds?" Dean asked. He didn't mind sharing a bed with you, but he wanted to get two to be safe, as he was afraid that he'd somehow hurt you in the middle night if he had one of his PTSD style nightmares he occasionally got, more often than he'd like to admit.

"Look, I have one room left. And that one room has one bed that you're either going to have to share with your guest, or one of you is sleeping on the floor," his voice had no hint of tiredness anymore.

"One bed it is," Dean said, his lips forming into a fake smile.

"And you're in room three," the worker smiled, handing Dean the room key.

After getting off the phone with your boyfriend, you hit your head repeatedly against the headrest, frustrated that you had let him get to you again. He was hours away, and yet, he had managed to re-anger you, which was something that you were close to getting rid of during your nice and peaceful drive here.

In addition to your re-anger, you were minutes away from meeting someone new, and there was a part of you that felt bad for Dean, because being angry and mean was the last thing you wanted as your first impression. "Okay, you got this," you whispered to yourself, taking a few breaths before exiting your truck.

Walking out of the motel lobby, Dean started thinking of ways in which he was going to break the cliche news to you, as a one bed for two strangers seemed like something that came straight out of a chick flick or romance novel. "So bad news, we have to share a bed because for some reason despite the motel parking lot being empty as fuck, there was only one room that had a single bed in it," he thought to himself, cocking his head, thinking how saying that to you might work. Then again, he didn't want you thinking that he got a room with a single bed on purpose because you were a chick, and hoping to get lucky. Then again, he certainly wasn't against it...Then again, Sam told him that you had a boyfriend and you were off-limits.

As he started walking toward the room to put his stuff inside and examine the room, he looked at the parking lot, and noticed another vehicle had pulled into the lot since he had come into the motel; and it was parked a few spaces away from Baby. It was a Generation Seven, F150, in a brownish beige color that looked to be in brand new condition.

And that's when he saw you, or at least he hoped it was you, pulling out a large duffel back from the truck bed, that seemed to be a little beat up.

He started walking toward you, making a mental note to introduce himself just far enough way, because he wasn't sure how quick to the draw you were.

You sighed, grabbing your duffel, and slung it over your shoulder, as you were mentally preparing yourself to meet someone new. But you were tired, angry, and a little bit hungry; and all you really wanted to do right now was take a scolding hot shower and hit the pillow face first, instead of making awkward small talk.

"Hey, you must be Y/N," you heard a male voice say from a few feet away from you. Closing your truck bed, you noticed a blonde-haired man, who appeared to be a little over six feet tall, wearing a flannel and denim jacket similar to you, walking in your direction. This must be Dean, you thought.

"And you must be Dean," you said, when he was just a few feet in front of you. As he stood there, he leaned his arm on your truck bed, and stared at you with a smile that could easily melt the iciness that was inside your heart; you hoped that you weren't blushing. You're here to do a job, and you have a boyfriend, you told yourself.

"Nice truck," he complimented, as he patted the side. "Gen seven?" He questioned, but his tone insinuated that he already knew the model; he just wanted to see if you knew. And of course you did, as this truck was one that you had practically re-built over the course of a single summer without barely any help.

You nodded, and smiled at him, practically grinning from ear to ear; your smile was breathtaking. "He sure is. I practically re-built him over the course of a single summer before I started hunting. You should have seen the shape he was in; the whole body was practically rust," you explained.

Dean listened to the way you spoke about your truck, and he admired it, as it was similar to the way he would speak about Baby. But the way you spoke about the truck was not the only thing he was admiring; he was admiring the way the denim jacket you were wearing was slightly falling off your shoulders because of how big it was, as if you had borrowed it from someone Sam's size. Even though it was still slightly dark out, and the harsh yellow lighting was doing nobody any favors, you still somehow looked absolutely gorgeous in this lighting. Your skin looked so smooth, except for a few scars that he noticed in several places. He couldn't help but wonder the stories behind them. You're here to do a job, he reminded himself.

"That's pretty impressive that you re-built him without any help. Not a lot of people can do that," he said, trying his best to pay you a compliment. "Especially since you taught yourself."

"Yeah. My dad knows some stuff about cars, but he's no expert or anything. My best friend was the one who..." your voice trailed off, and you slightly had a blank stare on your face, as if you were reminiscing about something.

"I've re-built Baby more times than I could possibly count," he said, pointing at her for a moment before turning back to you. Your blank stare finally fading.

"When Sam told me, I honestly didn't believe him. You must be really good with your hands," you said, with a slight hint of...was that...flirting? Were you flirting with me? Dean thought. No, there's no way.

He chuckled a little. "I'd like to think so." I'd do anything to put my hands all over you....he thought. "Oh, um, since I got here first," he began, attempting to change the subject before his brain started to create some fantasies. "I was able to get us a room. But, there's only one bed, so we either have to share, or one of us is going to have to sleep on the floor."

You felt your heart starting to race a bit faster now, and your throat was beginning to get a tad dry. Were you actually nervous about the possibility of sharing a bed with the eldest Winchester?

"I don't mind sharing a bed as long as you don't," you said. But as soon as you said those words, your brain was starting to create a moral dilemma. You have a boyfriend, this counts as cheating, you thought. No, it doesn't count as cheating, I don't plan on sleeping with him as much as I'd like to.

"I don't mind. But uh...just a heads up, I get um...nightmares," he said, sounding hesitant.

"It's okay, I get them too," you reassured. "Want to head inside then and see if we can get a few hours before we go to the station tomorrow?"

Dean nodded. "Sounds good to me," he smiled.

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ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

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SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

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Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

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(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

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[kyunisixx]

taste

a/n: Hi. Here's a short, very filthy porn for the girls. Also, here's the Heart album mentioned, please give it a listen if you haven't yet.

theme(s): NSFW (pls yes this is... just filthy), fluff, middle!Jonesy/90s!Jonesy (my personal favorite flavor 😋)

summary: It simply wasn’t fair for him to look as ravishing as he does at times like this―worned out, somewhat distressed and irresistible.

pairing: middle!John Paul Jones x f!reader

Papers. Everywhere.

They were all over the floor of the hotel room, on the bed, the coffee table, all over his lap. Blank, crumpled and stained with spilled tea for the past few hours. I sipped on my fourth―maybe fifth cup for the day (and it was only 11am) and watched as John paced back and forth, eventually sitting down to write something down on the piece of paper in his hand before zoning out once again, biting on the eraser end of his pencil. Half-eaten croissant was sitting almost half out of its plate and I tutted silently.

“John. Darling, you haven’t finished your breakfast.” I called out to him as I entered the bathroom door just hours before. The man looked at me, smiled boyishly―almost guiltily―and reached for the food that was sitting in front of him and took a small bite. I shook my head. When he’s set his attention onto something, it was almost impossible to interrupt that it had become a routine for me to check up every now and then and remind him to eat.

This morning, I woke up to the cold king-sized hotel bed with John already up, showered and dressed himself for the day. After already having spent the entirety of yesterday working on string arrangements for a Heart live album, it was an understatement that he was far from finished.

Now I sat tucked in against the nook of the couch, piling some papers that were from my reach to somehow lessen the mess. I heard John sigh, the couch squeaking faintly as he leaned back, running his hand down his face. He took the reading glasses that were perched atop of his nose and rubbed his eyes. I scooted over, my legs folding underneath me as I leaned my chin against his shoulder.

My lips ghosted over the column of his neck and I felt it thrum softly as he spoke, “I’m sorry.” To which I pulled back with a frown. “What for?”

“I flew you here just to lock you up in this hotel room with me.”

My fingers dove through the hairs at the back of his neck, scratching tenderly, “I don’t mind. I would’ve been doing exactly the same at home waiting for you.”

He huffed, gesturing to the piles of papers perched on the table. “It’s just- This is all a mess, I kn-”

I giggled. John, while always immersed with his work and passion, was always so attentive and caring. “Come on, it's alright. ‘Sides, I’m having quite a nice time watching you pace back and forth.” He sat up and faced me, hair now lightly brushing past his ears, “Well, I promise we’ll go out after I’ve finished this. Sound good?”

I nodded, kissing the tender spot behind his ear. We spent a few minutes basking in silence and I buried my face on his neck and inhaled. John smelled of detergent, faint cologne and a hit of something that I could only smell from his pillows back home. John smelled and felt like it.

Soon enough, my cheek was propped up on my palm as I watched him. There was a crease between his brows and a slight hollowness of his eyes that marked exhaustion. Wrinkles were starting to form all over the softness of his skin and his lashes lay gently on his lids.

Always on the move. Always working. This man clearly didn’t know when or how to stop.

My hands splayed over his stomach and it made its way down on his thighs. It simply wasn’t fair for him to look as ravishing as he does at times like this―worned out, somewhat distressed and irresistible. The touches started out innocently with the purpose to simply soothe the weariness. But I couldn’t resist the ferocious greed that was starting to fog up my senses. He took notice, of course, the moment my thumb dared to touch a few more inches up the length of his thigh with one of his brows twitching.

Eyes still closed, John murmured, “What are you doing, hm?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.” His voice now laced with playful warning as he let the lids of his eyes peel open, peering up at me with a hooded gaze. “What?” I asked and rested my hand, now on his crotch as I palmed him over the rough clothing. John jumped lightly as if he was burned and he picked up the glasses once more to put it on, smiling at me apologetically, “Need to get back to work.”

The tent in his trousers was unmistakable. Too late now.

I got off the couch and situated myself on the floor between his spread thighs, crossing my forearms over each other and stared up at him. “John.” I whispered, tongue curled as I prolonged the ‘n’ in a teasing tone.

My index finger traced the zipper over his lap, creating a zing sound as it resonated in my head in anticipation. He stayed still, letting me have my fun until he spoke up again, trying to sound firm, yet I recognized a slight edge slivered between his words. “I have to finish this. Then maybe we can-”

“I want you in my mouth.”

John exhaled, his ribs expanding as his fingers twitched. Brazenly, I added, “I want to suck your cock, John. I want to taste you.”

“Fuck.” He cursed quietly as his head fell back, the tent now unrelenting that I felt the warmth over his trousers. I resisted touching him further as he visibly held himself back. “Tell me no and I’ll stop and leave you to your work. I promise.”

A beat or two, I waited in silence. I waited for a ‘no’ that never came. Instead, he grunted, “God…”

Like a switch, I immediately undid the button and pulled the zipper down, sliding everything down at the same. Just in time I stared up at him, he was removing his glasses once again. “Don’t. Keep it on.”

John merely chuckled in response and kept it on, watching my hands skating themselves up along the thickness of his thighs. His cock lay flat, rigid and beautiful against his pelvis and I could only weep at the sight―swollen and red with prominent veins running along the thickness of his girth.

I rested my cheek against his thigh, feeling the curls of hair tickle my skin. Index finger wondrously tracing the underside of his tip, my lips curling at the sound of his molars grinding together. I inhaled softly as my eyes rolled back, unintentionally taking in an intoxicating smell that I felt all the hairs in my body rise up. I wrapped my palm around his base and he shuddered.

“So pretty.” I stroke the velvety skin slightly. How can something look as hard as steel feel so soft? “God, I just want to…”

I have touched, smelled, seen and heard, now was the time to taste. John’s thighs clenched against my forearms as my tongue touched his tip, my hand never ceasing its strokes in a languid pace. Finding his eyes over the frame of his glasses, I made sure he was watching as I slowly took him inside my watering mouth, the two of us moaning in unison.

Heat bloomed inside of me. It spreads through my skin and sends tingles all throughout the tips of my toes as I meet his dark eyes with mine, staring me down. My cheeks blushed and hollowed, tongue running against his underside as I moved. His own hands draped over his belly and I watched his fingers twitch. As my teeth scraped ever so softly against his skin, he whimpered and let his head momentarily drop on the head of the couch. “Oh, my God.”

It spurred him to cup the back of my head as his hips started to stutter up against my parted mouth. I stopped moving and let him do the work, spit spilled all over his heavy sacks and trembling thighs. Everything was raw, filthy and balmy.

“Fuck. Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful.” John grunted, voice laced with primal need as he pushed my head down, hitting the very back of my throat as tears now blurred my vision. He hissed, “Your mouth, so perfect and warm around my cock. So good for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well.” My hands curled over his hips, feeling it flex as he moved back and forth in sloppy desperation until I heard his loud cry.

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Sick Day ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone. Hope you're all doing okay, I know I haven't but it's okay! Hope u enjoy the fanfic <3

P.S: This is going to be told in Jimmy's POV

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

I've been touring for months and I finally got to go home and see Y/N. I missed her so much. I missed her eyes, lips, laugh, and everything. I took a bus to the apartment where I and Y/N lived together. I finally stopped at the apartment, took the keys out of my pocket, and unlocked the door to the apartment. Y/N greeted me and hugged me. I kissed her soft lips and stroked her silky hair. She quickly took my bags and placed them in our bedroom. She ran back out and took my hand and led me to the couch. "Darling, I'm so glad you're home. I missed you a lot!" Y/N stated as she looked up at me. Her eyes were just gorgeous. "I missed you too baby, there were so many beautiful places I would love for you to see," I said holding her hand. She smiles widely. "Well you must be tired, you should get some rest and maybe tomorrow we can go for a nice picnic," Y/N said as she held my hand and stood up. I frowned since I wanted to talk more. But I was indeed tired. I nodded and followed her into the bedroom and got ready for bed. I lay in my bed with Y/N by my side. I slowly shut my eyes and drifted to sleep.

I woke with a stinging pain in my head and soreness in my throat. Y/N was already up since she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Y/N walked into the bedroom and was about to kiss my lips. However, I stopped her. "Darling, you shouldn't kiss me. I think I have a cold." I said in a whispy voice because of the soreness in my throat. Y/N looks down at me and frowns. "Oh no sweetheart, what are the symptoms? I can get you some medication." Y/N said holding my hand tightly. "I have a headache, sore throat, and cough." I described as she listened. Y/N quickly stood up and went downstairs to grab some medication and water for me. I figured I must've gotten sick while on tour. I was traveling a lot with a lot of people around me. I was hoping I didn't Y/N sick. As I was thinking, Y/N returned to the bedroom with the medication and water. "Here, take this. It'll make you feel better." Y/N said placing the medication on the side table nearby. I sat up and took the medication. It tasted wretched. I said back down in bed. Y/N looked worried about me.

"I'll get you a robe and some soup," Y/N said as she played with my hair. I smiled at her and thanked her. That's what I loved about her. She was so caring and loving. I laid in bed thinking this, Y/N walked in with some water and soup. She also had a robe over her shoulder. She handed me the robe first. I sat up and got out of bed to put it on. I was fragile while standing. I was so soft in fact, I fell over. Y/N quickly ran to my side and held me up. "Jimmy darling, you need to be careful. You're too weak to stand. Just lay in bed. I'll take care of you." Y/N said lifting me up and laying me on the bed. I sighed and nodded. Y/N smiled faintly and pulled the blanket over me. She was about to kiss me but she realized I was still sick. I smiled and told her it was okay. Y/N walked out and went downstairs.

I laid in bed thinking about when I wasn't sick. If I wasn't so sick, I would've hugged and kissed her. We would've gone on a picnic and talked for hours. I tried to close my eyes to fall back asleep but my head pounded like bullets. I couldn't sleep without Y/N by my side. But, she couldn't be by my side. Even though she was nearby I couldn't help but feel alone. I couldn't take it anymore, I called out Y/N's name. She comes running into the room like the house is on fire. She looked scared, but until she saw me in bed. Her face became soft again. "Jimmy! Don't scare me like that!" Y/N said sternly but in a loving tone. Y/N walks to my side.

"What do you need honey?" Y/N said running her hands through my hair. "Can you stay with me?" I said looking at her. Y/N smiles widely and kisses my cheek. "Yes of course sweetheart." She said while walking over to the other side of the bed and sliding in. She lay next to me talking to me, she didn't care if she got sick. All she cared about was I was with her. We talked for hours. We talked until the late nights until our eyelids felt heavy and we drifted off to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, I felt myself feel a lot better. I rolled over to Y/N who was still asleep. However, this wasn't for long when she opened her eyes. Y/N sat up wincing and holding her head. I could already tell she was sick too. I smiled and got up to take care of her.

[childrenofthenightt]

howlin’ for you (18+)

pairing: john paul jones x reader

warnings: nsfw, overstimulation 

words: 1.6k

summary: a night in with john turns into something much, much more.

author’s note: sorry folks i’ve been real inspired lately. this is... i’ll be honest this is pure depravity. don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea! hope you enjoy :)

You’re not sure exactly how it starts.

One minute his lips, slightly chapped, were on yours. Your hands slip under the crisp, ivory button-up he wore, roaming the soft skin of his back.

He deepens the kiss, hand buried deep in your hair, subtle control of the situation in his hands. Your hand slides lower, resting on his crotch as you stroke him through his jeans. He stutters out a breath that seems to echo in the silence that falls between the two of you, a short “fuck” tumbling past his perfect lips as he pulls away.

“You’re gonna have to work to touch me like that, beauty.”

“Whatever do you mean?” The innocent smile that graces your face only serves to make John smirk. He presses one final, frenzied kiss to your lips before he stands, turning his back to you. Your hands feel barren and… simply wrong, without him in your grasp.

“John, come back…” His chuckle meets your ears, and you pout at his back. He knows what he’s doing, and you know he enjoys it.

After what seems like hours of waiting, he finally turns back to you, a scarf the colour of the sea at midnight dangling from his hands.

“Do you trust me, Y/N?”

“Of course I do.” The man presses closer to you, and you can smell the faint hint of his cologne: a sharp, distinctive scent. One that always feels like an adrenaline high as it reaches your nose.

“Turn around.”

The silken fabric of the blindfold brushes against your cheeks, and your world fades to shades of obsidian. Cold fingertips feel like droplets of icy rain as they drift across the skin of your hips. A calloused hand settles in yours, lowering you until you’re sitting on the luxurious bed. Clenching your hands into the fabric of the sheets, you can’t help but let out a light whimper. You’ve never trusted anyone as implicitly as you trust him. The hand returns, resting at your cheek now, long digits icicles against your lust-warmed cheeks.

“Just relax, love. I’m here.”

Rigid fists uncurl as you smooth down the creases left in the fabric of the expensive bedding. The hand, still cradling your face, moves to stroke a trail down your jaw, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He knows exactly the effect he has on you. It exhilarates you; the not knowing, the adrenaline of what’s to come next. He knows exactly how to play you, as if you were a priceless instrument. One of the bass guitars he draws out deep, heavy sounds, that you can feel reverberate through your whole body. John presses a trail of kisses down your jaw, sucking a bruise into the unmarked skin of your neck. A gasp flutters haltingly past your lips, turning into a hiss as tendrils of welcome pain mingle with euphoria. The voice that drifts towards you now is soft but firm; controlling in a way you rarely ever hear it.

“Lay back, princess. I want you to enjoy this.”

You do as he says, reclining into the plush pillows behind you. The sound of shuffling feet floats over from your left, and you turn your head towards the sound. The blindfold impedes your view of the tawny-haired man. The image of his slate-gray eyes and devilish smirk flits through your mind, and you reach out towards him. You needed to touch him, feel his hands on you once more. Forever seeking the scratch of his rough hands across the planes of your body. You could feel it in your core, the wanting. You needed a release.

“Stretch out your arms, Y/N. You’re doing great, love.”

Once more, you do what he says. He’s in complete control over you. Just the way you like it. He takes your hand gently in his, turning it over and pinning it to the bed. Delicate, full lips press a featherlight kiss to the inside of your wrist, and you jolt as soft satin touches your skin.

“You’re okay with this, yes?”

“Of course, John. Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” His laugh echoes through the silent room, and you want to bottle the sound. Replay it over and over again, as often as you wish. Rougher than usual, no doubt a reaction to the lip you gave him, he ties your wrist to the bedpost. Lips meet tender skin once more, and it sets you alight. You need him.

“John, please hurry up, I can’t—”

“You make the rules now, Y/N?”

“Please, just…” He relents finally, and ties the other wrist securely. You’re stuck, at his mercy, and there’s no place you’d rather be. A belt clinks, dropping to the floor somewhere to your left, and you squirm, feeling yourself grow wet. You feel a dip in the bed, as he settles himself in between your legs. His hand burns hot against your thigh, as he spreads your legs apart slowly, moving inch by insufferable inch.

“Lift up for me, darling.”

You arch your back, and he pushes into you, gripping your hips as he adjusts to a more comfortable position. Rocking his hips experimentally, you let out a soft whimper, the intoxicating feel of him inside you too much to bear. He bucks his hips harder, quickening his pace ever-so-slightly, and your head cranes back. Features frozen in a state of picture-perfect bliss, you can’t help the groan that slips out of your open mouth. He’s taking his sweet time. Toying with you. You could almost see the smirk painted on his lips through the blindfold. In an attempt to spur him on, you buck upwards, and the grunt you receive is music to your ears. Recovering, he laughs breathlessly, the warning note that accompanies it sending warning bells through your head.

“Ah, ah, ah. Sure you want to do that, princess?”

“You were going too slow…”

His laughter fills the room once more, and he leans down to press a tender kiss to your jaw, pressing wet kisses down the length of your chest. You gasp out as he takes a hard nipple into his mouth, biting down lightly on the rosy bud. You arch your back, crying out as he gives the same treatment to the other side. After what seems like an eternity to you, he pulls away. Save for the way he rolls his hips, eliciting shuddering breaths from the depths of your chest.

“You’re so good, Y/N. So fucking good.”

“Not… not so bad y-yourself…”

“What was that, love?”

His fingertips tickle as they trickle up your chest only to land softly across your throat, touching your sensitive nipples on the way. You let out a cry of pleasure at the contact, until the hand closes briefly around your windpipe. Not enough that you couldn’t breathe, just enough that you had to try harder to inhale.

“Did I say you could mouth off? I’m not sure that I did.” Your legs tremble, thrown over John’s shoulders, and you pull against your restraints. Every nerve was on fire, and you could feel your heartbeat pulse like a bass drum in every part of your body. Growing lightheaded, the adrenaline pumping through your veins almost added to the feeling. Finally, the fingers on your neck loosen, and another kiss is pressed to the underside of your jaw.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. You’re doing so well.”

Back arching as you pant for sweet air, the wetness from your core rushing over him as you groan. With a stuttered breath, John releases into you, short gasps leaving his lips. The guitarist pulls out, rolling off of you to lay at your side. He cards a hand through your hair, stroking your hip with a warm hand.

“Care to… untie me?” you pant out into the quiet room, only the soundtrack was the sound of John coming down from his high beside you. He presses his lips to your shoulder, and rises laboriously from the soiled bed. Taking a tender wrist, rubbed raw from the friction of the scarf against your skin, he unties the knot he’d made, moving on to the other hand. Both hands free, you allow him to lift your head, almost going limp in his grasp. He unties the blindfold, and you squint against the shallow light coming in through the window. It was evening, and only a sliver of sunlight remained.

“I’ll be right back, princess. You were so good. You’re perfect.”

As he slides off the bed, you grab at his hand anxiously. John looks back at you quizzically, and you whimper, pulling him slightly closer.

“Don’t go…”

“I’m just going to get a cloth, love,” His chuckle flutters like the wings of a butterfly as it reaches your ears, and he presses a kiss to your knuckles. Letting go, he saunters to the sink in the ensuite of the bedroom, grabbing a soft cloth from the drawer next to it. Dousing it with cold water, John waltzes back into the room, and lays the cloth across your forehead. Sliding back into bed with you, he cleans you off. Once you’re free of the sweat and slick, he replaces his deft fingers in your hair, and your eyes begin to shut. The last thing you feel is a pair of soft lips pressing a kiss into your unruly hair. Pulling back, John can taste the sweat on his lips, but it’s worth it. It always is, with you. Sidling up next to you, he pulls you into his chest protectively, and drifts off as well.  

There’s always time for a shower later, after all.

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taglist: @jimmys-zeppelin @salixfragilis @timetraveller4 @earthfire-75 @thatiloveyouso @jonesyjonesyjonesy @jimmypages (let me know if you want to be added!)

[psychedeliagroove]

I’m having a Bob Dylan phase

[rhythm-catsandwine]

So cute!

golden mornings

[john paul jones x reader]

summary/notes: some soft jonesy bc we love our short, funky bassist

and i’m lowkey craving him but we’re not gonna talk about it

also sorry this is so short i ran out of ideas for it 😔🤚

it was a calm summer morning for the two lovers. the sun shone lazily through the windows, the light curtains turning the sun’s blistering beam into a more golden color, coating the room with a hazy, bright glow.

peeling your eyes open, you glanced around the glowing room, you could feel an arm draped over your waist and a calm, steady pattern of breathing right behind your head. “john.” you thought, debating on turning over to face him, not knowing if he’s awake or not.

“screw it,” you mumbled as you shifted your body around to face him, only for your eyes to meet the bright blue ones of your loving husband; john paul jones.

“screw what?” he asked. “because i have a few ideas..” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, a small smile creeping onto your face as his thumb drew soft patterns on your bare hip.

you sighed, resting your forehead against john’s chest. “well that’s one thing that i never thought i’d hear when i first wake up.” you said jokingly, a small chuckle from your lover answering your statement. john carefully moved his other arm under your side and moved himself so that he was on his back, then pulled your body on top of his, his arms lazily draped over your lower back.

“well good morning, love.”

you hummed in response, the telephone that sits next to your bed on the nightstand suddenly rung, and you groaned at the noise. john lifted up his arm to answer it, but you quickly brought your hand up to his arm and grabbed it. “don’t answer.” you said bluntly.

“but what if it’s important?” he looked down at you, a small smile present on his face. sighing, you caved in and waved your hand, motioning for him to answer the call. “fine, go ahead.”

he reached over and picked up the phone, the loud ringing getting replaced by john’s slightly-raspy morning voice saying, “hello?”

some chatter and a click of a phone later, john’s arm returned to your back. “who was it?” you asked, keeping your head on his chest and your eyes closed.

“oh just some guy asking about our car’s extended warranty.”

“ah,” you responded simply, a small smile breaking out on your face as you lovingly looked at john, him doing the same.

“i could really go for some nice, hot coffee right now.” he broke the silence, making you scoff for the second time that morning, and you rested your head on his chest again. “well i’m not getting up so good luck getting your coffee.” you jokingly sneered.

he laughed, then paused for a second as he came up with a small plan. he leaned forward, carefully slipping his arms under your shoulders and the back of your knees and picked you up while standing up from the bed. the cold morning air hit your bare skin, making your shriek.

“if you aren’t getting up, then i’ll just take you with me.”

tag list: @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @reincarnated70sbaby @asetcrowley @thebeatlesuniverse @princesspagey

[harrisonbrows]

Jimmy Page and Robert Plant on a day off in Hiroshima. (September 1st, 1971)

[georgeharrisonsimp]

time p.1 - slight cw for sad thoughts, unhealthy habits, drinking

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8 months ago bonzo died. 6 months ago led zeppelin broke up.

i had no idea how the rest of them were doing.

was jimmy still doing drugs? probably, it would take him a while to lay off on it.

how was robert doing? he was surely still mourning. his son had died a few years back and now his best mate’s gone too.

how was jonesy? he was probably with his family, playing unique instruments, and lord knows what else.

were they still in contact? according to tabloids that sucked up to zeppelin, page and plant are.

you rarely saw anything about john paul jones unless it was the top 50 bassist list of whatever year it was.

what about me? nothing. absolutely nothing.

ever since the breakup and bonzo’s death i secluded myself from the world. i had the occasional drink or whatever helped my mind stop thinking.

did the rest forget about me?

only once had i tried calling them.

jimmy didn’t answer. robert’s personal line rang out until the voicemail beeped.

only jonesy’s phone picked up but it was his wife.

she said something along the lines of, “oh, i’ll have him call you back when he gets home. see you!”

i never got a call back.

years went on and i moped around.

i still had money from all the successful tours we had done. it seemed like money was the only thing i had left.

i had my house, my money, anything i wished to buy, but money couldn’t buy me back my friends.

there were rumors of jimmy and robert performing and touring together.

i wasn’t surprised, they always had quite the dynamic. it was nice to see jimmy was much healthier too.

jonesy made a few songs you’d hear somewhere, but he was mainly just a stay at home guy.

probably to make up for all the time he’d spent at tours or at the studio.

all this madness and i was nowhere to be heard of.

i’d see the occasional “y/n missing?” sections of magazines, smaller organizations to be fair.

i knew magazines like creem or the rolling stone wouldn’t dare make up lies about anyone related to zeppelin.

we told them off mulitple of times.

i had finished drinking another beer after who knows how many.

i never drank too much anymore, i saw what it had done to bonzo.

i felt like i had to drink more because i wasn’t forgetting as quickly as i wished.

i wasn’t forgetting the agonizing hours i’ve spent crying because i missed everyone so much. how i missed bonzo and his shenanigans. how i missed robert and all the inside jokes we shared. jimmy, and how we’d have these fictional conversations that he was bound to make true. jonesy, and how he’d always been such an amazing person if you needed someone to listen to.

how long had it been now?

3 years?

3 years since bonzo died, 3 years since led zeppelin broke up.

and i haven’t talked to anyone since.

i only left the house for groceries that expired too quickly for my pleasure.

i went to the pub sometimes, but not for long. it wasn’t as if someone could drive me home anymore.

it’s been 3 years since i’ve actually talked anyone now.

sure, i had the random chats with the bartender or the cashiers, but i haven’t had a true conversation.

god, people would think i’m on the brink of insanity now.

why didn’t anyone call? i’ve had the same phone number the last 20 years of my life, they didn’t need to doubt it.

i would’ve reached out to them but i was horrified to do so now.

what if they thought i was werid now? what if they forgot about me? what if’s filled my head but none were ever answered.

i looked down at myself. i had gotten skinnier.

lord knows the last time i ate a proper meal.

ever since the breakup, the most i would eat was an entree amount of food.

maybe now i was skinnier than jimmy. from when i saw him on the tele for an interview, he gained some weight. for the better, i suppose, he was too skinny for his own sake.

i smiled at the thought, we always scolded him for all the drugs he did and that stupid fluid only diet he did for a while.

that just brought tears to my eyes.

there probably would be no more stupid lecturing jimbo moments.

i laughed, but i felt dizzy.

suddenly, there was harsh pounding at my door.

i quickly wiped the what would soon be non-stop tears, and approached the door.

two voices, familiar but a little deeper now. i suspected who it might’ve been and the tears pricked once more.

hesitantly, i did open the door.

there they stood, robert and jimmy.

i was instantly met with shocked faces.

did i look the different? or were they shocked i was still alive?

“y/n?” robert asked, making sure it was me.

“the one and only.” i choked out. my voice had become raspy now.

instantly, i was being hugged.

i didn’t even know who was hugging me at that point.

the tears finally slipped. the hug, them being here, it was too much, but i needed it.

“god, i’m sorry...” i pulled back.

robert scoffed while jimmy spoke up, “don’t worry about it, we’re just glad you’re still alive.” he laughed.

i laughed too, though lightly.

i gestured for them to come in.

“i would make you both some tea, but i don’t have any right now.” i said, though ashamed.

“really, you don’t? you used to chug that lipton stuff all the time, what happened?”

i didn’t remember that until now.

my smile probably dropped.

after the band, after bonzo, everything was a blur. time went by too fast for my liking and i dropped everything just so things would seem the same.

maybe that’s why i secluded myself. i was scared of living and time just passing me by.

lord knows i’ve wasted so much of my life just rotting here though.

“i guess i just stopped. i don’t know, shits changed.” i muttered, loud enough for them to hear though.

truth be told, i was scared. i knew they were judging me. how i looked, how i acted now, how the house was so empty.

“you guys want beer? i have that...”

they both shook their head no, with off count thank you’s.

i nodded and sat down.

the silence was awkward, the room was tense, i felt my stomach drop when i heard robert ask the dreaded question.

“how have you been, y/n?” he looked at me, concerned.

“...i don’t know, if i’m being honest. everyday has been the same really. who knows how long it’s been since i’ve touched an instrument.”

then the realization hit. how long had it been since i played my old instruments? where even were they? the callouses on my fingers were bound to be gone by now. it made me sad, i’d practically thrown away what used to be my reason to live.

“really? so you haven’t even thought about albums or anything of that sort?” jimmy asked now.

“not really. i don’t have the energy anymore to even leave the house, i don’t think i could think of tunes to create.”

it was nothing but the truth. tears pricked my eyes again, had my life really gotten this bad? and i just let it happen?

stress filled my head so i grabbed the cigarettes from the coffee table.

robert snatched it from me.

“dear, you don’t need that. look at you, your lungs are being very forgiving.” robert joked, but with serious undertones.

“hell, y/n, you’re twice as skinny as me back in the 70s. you’ve been eating, right?”

i knew he didn’t bring drugs up because i never did them.

“i- i don’t know. i mean, i ate some fries from the pub yesterday.”

that’s what i had considered food now. my stomach didn’t want to digest big meals anymore and i never had the motivation to make anything.

“yesterday? what about today? it’s already... mid-day, about?” jimmy asked again, concern leaking from their voices.

“i just... i- i’m sorry.”

i didn’t know what else to say. what was i even apologizing for? for my lack of self-care? or to my body?

“hey, y/n it’s okay. you don’t need to apologize. last few years have been rough, but maybe it just affected you more.” robert comforted me, like he always had back in the 70s.

he was always great at that, him and jonesy.

“why’d you wait all these years to come by? i haven’t really talked to anyone since...well, y’know.” i looked away, that was still a harsh topic for me. probably for the rest of us too.

“i- we don’t know. we thought you needed time after everything. we thought you’d be fine. we did try to call you but it always rang out.” robert stated, followed my a nodding jimmy.

they tried to call? maybe i was to drunk to hear it. maybe i was wallowing in my pain. who knows.

i coughed, it panged against my chest.

“honestly, i was probably drunk whenever you guys called, and i was drunk a lot.”

“when was the last time you drank? i called yesterday.” jimmy brought up.

yesterday? what was i doing yesterday? i was home... oh. then i passed out for 14 hours.

“i was asleep, probably.” i half lied. i was asleep, technically.

“y/n you’re lying. i can see it in your face.”

apparently i forgot how good of an observer jimmy was too.

“ok... um i passed out, i guess. for a while too. i don’t know, my body just declined on me or something.”

“that’s not good, y/n. did it not phase you at all?” robert asked.

“i mean, i got a good amount of sleep from it.”

robert shook his head, “if your body declines on you like that, and you think it’s fine, you aren’t well, y/n. look at you, you’re just skin and bone.”

i nodded, i realized that.

“i don’t mind that though, at least it makes me feel something-“ jimmy cut me off.

“y/n i know it gives you a feeling, trust me. but it doesn’t do you any good. it took me so many years to finally stop doing shit to my body - and i only did it to feel something. even i was too skinny back then even if it was normal... for people like us.”

i was shocked, jimmy never opened up this much.

he always did have a soft spot for me, he would’ve done anything for me, so would the rest of the boys.

i just simply forgot. just like everything else.

“i don’t know how to help myself anymore, that’s most of it.” i admitted and then tears came with it.

this wasn’t the first time i’d done that.

at one of the tours i was so exhausted i almost passed out on stage.

i was pressed with how i was performing and whatever else, that i only worried about that. not if i ate, or whatever necessity you need in a day.

“y/n, do you want help?” robert asked, more serious than i’ve ever seen him.

slowly, as if scared but not unsure, i nodded.

god, i wanted help so bad. i needed it. but i thought i was too inconvenient to get it. too bothersome.

robert knew this.

“you won’t be a bother, y/n. so don’t fret about it.” he smiled, one of his cute lopsided smiles.

i nodded again, but this time, reasssured.

at least, that’s what i wish had happened.