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thefairywithboots · 2 months ago

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Just Pretend - part 2 (Robert Plant x fem!Reader)

This is a direct sequel to this fic, so go and read that if you haven't already.

Summary: In this chapter, our unnamed female reader and Robert finally decide to stop denying that they have feelings for each other and give into each other's desires.

Ratings: Explicit 18+ minors please DNI

Warnings: Shameless smut, teasing, blowjobs... Every time I try to write a fluffy piece about Robert, I end up creating such high sexual tension, that I have to write a follow-up fic resolving said tension. So you can expect this fic to be raucously filthy. Hope you enjoy. :P

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When I finally came around in the morning, I could feel my head pounding when I tried to lift my head. I groaned sleepily, laying my head back down. The pillowcase felt strange… not unpleasant; it was cool on my face. And then I realized that it was silk.

I didn’t have silk pillowcases.

The memories from the previous night came back to me in flashes. Coming to Celia’s birthday party, being confronted by my ex-boyfriend, playing a drinking game… I then remember that I went to the guest bedroom to sleep off the alcohol.

The sensations came back to me in much more vivid flashes. The feeling of Robert’s lips on my neck, making out with him in the guest bedroom. I remembered him being an excellent kisser…

A sudden feeling of dread filled me as I realized what had happened. The memory of me pulling Robert into bed with me came back to me, and a feeling of humiliation came over me. Whether or not he had actually gone for it didn’t feel relevant at the moment. I had made a fool out of myself.

When I found myself able to raise my head enough without my head aching, I raised up enough to try and see what kind of state I was in. I felt relieved when I realized that I was fully clothed.

I was alone in the bed, I realized as the soft sunlight illuminated the room enough for me to make out what was what. Robert must have gotten up and left once he sobered up enough to realize that he had fallen asleep with me.

The memories of what I had said and done came back to me clearly. I had been so much more careless and candid in my actions, and it felt like the alcohol would have melted away any consequence.

“I actually wish we weren’t a pretend couple,” my own voice echoed back to me.

My stomach lurched suddenly, and I was out of bed in an instant as I ran towards the connected bathroom. I was kneeling in front of the toilet, releasing the contents of my stomach from the night before.

Why the fuck do I think I can handle drinking? I’ve always been a lightweight drinker. And this shit smells horrible… I think to myself as I continue vomiting, making a vow to never drink again.

The words I had uttered to him replay back in my head. I felt like I was a little girl again, afraid of sharing my room with anyone at a sleepover because of what I might say in my sleep. “I wish we weren’t a pretend couple” could have turned into a much more candid rambling in my drunken state.

“I wish we weren’t a pretend couple, I’ve actually been in love with you since high school, Robert. Yes, even when I was with Adam. I had actually only gotten with Adam because I wanted to make you jealous because I hated seeing you with your girlfriends. Oh and I also thought of you every time I was in the sack with Adam, hahaha!”

Horror filled me as my brain began to run away with itself, admitting things that I have always been afraid to admit, even to myself. There’s no way I said that. There’s no fucking way I said that!

I heard the door to the guest bedroom open.

“Y/N?” Robert’s voice called out. “Are you in here?”

I didn’t know if I felt dread or relief when I realized that he was still here. I was unable to answer as I continued vomiting into the toilet. I heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom.

God, fuck no, please don’t let him see me like this, I’ve already made myself look pathetic enough-

The door opened and Robert’s tall frame filled the doorway as he looked down at me, his curls framing his beautiful face.

“Oh, you poor thing…” He knelt beside me, holding my hair out of my face as I continued vomiting.

When I was finally finished, he had a wet rag ready for me as he wiped my mouth. I took comfort in the cold wetness, in the fact that it was being handled by him. He ran his hand through my hair, and I felt a comforting sensation come over me.

“I’m sorry…”

He chuckled softly. “It’s okay… it’s happened to all of us. C’mere…” He lifted me to my feet. “I brought you breakfast.”

He led me back to the bed and the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast wafted from the tray that he had set down on the bedside table. A pot of coffee along with two mugs lay beside it.

“You… didn’t have to do this…”

“I wanted to,” he said as he brought the tray over to me and set it in my lap. “And besides, Celia’s mum was the one who made it…”

My brow furrowed. “She’s back already?”

He nodded. “She got back this morning. We’re in a much better state than the rest of the party guests. Someone had crashed bare-arse naked on the kitchen counter…”

Robert was cutting up some of the scrambled eggs and offered me some on the fork. I ate some, closing my eyes. Celia’s mum had used just a little bit of milk in them to make them fluffy. Just the way I liked them…

“Good?” A small smirk played on his beautiful lips. His beautiful, kissable lips.

I chuckled. “You’re taking the fake couple thing so seriously, that you’re feeding me breakfast in bed…”

His smirk widened. “Most girls would kill for me to feed them breakfast in bed.”

I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re so full of yourself.” I knew he was right though.

He was pouring some coffee into each of the mugs. “You could take it even more seriously and eat it off my body. Then you’d have a reason to take another shot next time we play the – fuck!” I had taken the pillow behind me and chucked it at his head, causing him to move the coffee pot and spill the hot liquid on his lap.

I jumped up and ran to him, grabbing a handful of the napkins that he had brought in. “Shit, Robert, I’m sorry—“ I rubbed the napkins over where I had caused him to spill the coffee.

Which happened to be his inner thigh. He didn’t push me away as he watched me attempt to sop up the coffee that had already seeped through the fabric of his trousers.

I felt heat come to my cheeks as I saw the way he was looking at me.

“It’s okay, darling… it’s just coffee.” He took my hand. “I think I spilled some up here too, so if you could move it a little higher—“ My face went aflame as I realized he was moving my hand towards the bulge in his trousers.

I yanked my hand away and pushed him away. “You’re such a child.”

He laughed at how red my face got. “A man can dream, can’t he?”

My heart was racing in my chest but I rolled my eyes as if I didn’t care, though the blush in my cheeks gave me away.

I turned my attention back to the breakfast on my plate, eating the crispy bacon with small bites. Robert was nibbling on some toast as he watched me.

We both sat in silence for what felt like long moments before he asked, “Did you mean what you said last night?”

“Mean what?” I asked, trying to act like I was too drunk to remember what I had said. But once again, the flush in my cheeks gave me away.

“You know what I mean... about wishing we were a real couple.”

My eyes slowly went up to meet his, and my breath seemed to catch in my throat. His gaze was intense and so blue.

Finally, I managed to force the words out. “I-I don’t know.”

Robert rolled his eyes and ran his hands through his blond curls. “What do you mean you don’t know? I’ve always liked you. Even when we were kids. I... hated seeing you with Adam. That guy is a complete wanker.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What? Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

Robert shrugged. “I guess you just seemed happy with him at first...”

I turned to face him. “I had initially got with him because I hated seeing you run off with so many girls. I thought being with him would make you jealous. You didn’t stop with these girls... so I assumed you didn’t care. So, I stayed with him.”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as a smirk formed on his face. “You never liked him?” He was so smug about it, that it was almost infuriating.

I sighed. “I did at first… but the longer we dated, the more controlling he became.”

Robert scratched the back of his head nervously. I had never seen him get so flustered before, he always seemed so confident around women. “Y’know… if we were ever dating, I’d never try to control you.”

“Have you ever even been in a committed relationship before?”

He looked offended. “Yes.”

“Who?”

Robert’s eyes narrowed and I could see the wheels in his head turning as he tried to remember.

“That girl I dated for a year… Shelly,” he finally said.

I raised an eyebrow. “You were 16.”

“But it lasted a long time.”

I finished my breakfast and stood up. “I need to go.”

Robert stood up along with me. He towered over me, and I must have been very hungover to be taken aback as I remembered how tall he was.

“I’ll drive you home. I need to go to the studio for band rehearsal, and your house is on my way to the studio.”

“I’ll be fine. I took my car here, remember?”

“But you’re still disoriented.”

My brow furrowed. “No, I’m not. And you had more to drink than I did.”

“But you’re a lighter-weight drinker than I am. You could get sick on the way there.”

It was then that I realized he was just looking for an excuse to spend time with me. He acted as if he might never see me again.

I decided to be bold despite my heart racing in my chest. I gently placed my hand on his chest and stood on my tiptoes to reach his face before kissing him on the cheek. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me closer.

“I’ll see you later, okay? How about I come by the studio later?” I whispered in his ear in a voice that I was trying to make sound seductive but it sounded pathetic to my own ears.

I could feel him grow hard against my stomach, and I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.

“I-I’d like that…” he said, his voice coming out as a whimper. Sordid thoughts filled my head as I thought of all the other ways I could make him whimper.

When we left the guest bedroom, Celia’s mum was in the kitchen washing up dishes. She looked slightly annoyed that her daughter’s friends had made such a mess in her house. I thanked her for the breakfast before heading out the door with Robert behind me.

“You’ll come to the studio with me later?” he asked as I got into my car.

“Of course,” I told him. I needed to get home and wash the vomit out of my hair, and freshen my breath up. A small part of me was eager that he might kiss me again.

As I drove home, I was unable to keep my thoughts from going back to our conversation in the guest bedroom, and his gentle touch as he cared for me when I was sick.

When I got home, I immediately freshened up and changed into fresh clothes. I decided to cook some kugel to bring to Robert in the studio since it would most likely be lunchtime by the time I got there. I knew that the rest of the band would most likely dig into it as well so I cooked a large enough kugel to feed a family.

It was noon when I left, driving towards the studio building, the kugel sitting in the passenger seat beside me.

I pulled into the car park, and was pleased to see that Robert was outside waiting for me, waving his arms over his head and jumping up and down. I couldn’t help but laugh; he looked like a cartoon character.

He ran towards my car once I was fully parked. “You came! I want to formally introduce you to the band. They’re inside the studio.” He was bouncing up and down on the heels of his feet excitedly, causing his wild mane of blond curls to bounce with him.

I giggled. “Of course, I came. I told you I would. Did you think I would set you up?”

He stopped bouncing and looked sheepish. “I thought… that maybe you were embarrassed about last night.”

I felt my cheeks heat up as I got out of my car with the kugel in my arms. Of course, I was embarrassed. I let him know that I couldn’t hold my liquor and that liquor may as well be truth serum with me because I still don’t know everything that I confessed to him.

“I’m not embarrassed…” I handed him the foil-covered container. “I cooked this for you.”

Robert’s eyes lit up. “What’s this for?”

“To thank you for taking care of me this morning when I was sick…”

He put an arm around me as he led me into the studio building. “You didn’t have to do this.”

I shrugged as he led me up the stone steps.

“By the way, I told the rest of the band that you were my girlfriend…” he said sheepishly.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

“You what !?”

He used his free hand to push my hair away from my neck to expose the extra love bites he had marked me with last night. My eyes widened in horror.

“W-we’re still playing this game…?” I stammered.

His blue eyes softened as he looked at me. “I don’t want this to be a game anymore…”

My heart was hammering in my chest now. I fidgeted my hands. “So it’s official then? We’re dating now?”

A small blush came to his cheeks and I could see that he was just as flustered as I was. My heart swelled in my chest as I realized how cute that made him.

“I think… we should see where it goes.”

Robert led me inside and Bonzo was inside, having an animated conversation with Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones. The studio room smelled of tobacco and marijuana.

Bonzo turned around to look at us entering and gave me a smile. Robert had a possessive arm around my waist.

“Guys, you remember Y/N, don’t you? She’s come to some of our gigs. You already know Bonzo. This is Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones, whom we affectionately call Jonesy.”

Jimmy was already a well-known guitarist in the music scene, having played with The Yardbirds and his friendship with Jeff Beck. He had a round, boyish face which was framed by his thick black hair. Jonesy had a quiet, shy demeanor as he sort of stayed in the back with his bass guitar as he nodded towards me in acknowledgment. I had seen them when I showed up at their gigs to hear Robert and Bonzo, but this was the first time we were ever formally introduced.

“She’s my girlfriend,” Robert stated matter-of-factly. I felt my heart racing in my chest, causing me to visibly flinch, which caused Bonzo to burst out laughing.

I swallowed. “It’s true…” My cheeks were aflame.

Robert held out the kugel that I had brought. “You don’t mind if I share this with the others, do you?”

I shook my head. “No… I made enough for a family on purpose.”

Jimmy and Jonesy seemed to immediately take a liking to me as they realized that I was going to feed them. Robert set the kugel down on a table as everyone gathered around to get a serving.

I listened to them talk as we ate lunch together. Jimmy’s band had been going by The New Yardbirds for the last few months, and he needed to think of a new name because his former bass player was sending him a cease and desist.

“What ideas did you have?” I asked him. Robert had his arm draped over my shoulder, and I was leaning into him, wanting to milk this for all it was worth, and I didn’t even know if he was serious about wanting to date me.

Jimmy scratched his chin in deep thought. He was four years older than Robert but had a baby face, not a hair on his face. “I was thinking… of ‘Lead Balloon.’”

Everyone stared at him, Jonesy giving him a straight-up deadpan expression as if waiting for him to tell us that he was joking.

Jimmy looked at us with a frown. “What?”

Robert shook his head. “We’ll still have plenty of time to come up with a name that won’t have the audience laughing their arses off.”

After lunch, I stayed and listened to the band rehearse. The amount of chemistry that the four of them had was unbelievable, and I seemed to be in a trance as they performed.

When they were finally finished, Robert approached me and must have noticed how flushed he had made me during Dazed And Confused because he had a smug smirk on his face.

“How was that?” I felt my heart race as he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me against him.

“You were incredible, as always,” I muttered breathlessly.

He hummed as he pulled me into a kiss, and this was different than any kiss he had given me before when he was supposedly pretending.

The atmosphere that the music had created made him very horny.

Bonzo was joking around behind us, but I hardly heard what he was saying, my heart was pounding in my ears as I pressed my forehead against Robert’s once the kiss broke.

Jimmy was prattling on about the recording of their new album as Robert pushed my hair away from my neck so that the hickeys he had left there were in full view. He smirked when he saw my embarrassed expression.

When rehearsal was finally over, Robert asked me to come over to his flat, which was just down the street from the studio. I didn’t have to ask why. When I agreed, he eagerly led me to his car.

“Wait— what about my car? I don’t want it to get towed.”

“I’ll have Bonzo drop it off at your house for you,” he said while getting into his truck. I slid into the passenger seat beside him, linking my seatbelt in.

During the short ride to his flat, Robert told me about some records that he wanted me to listen to with him, as if trying to seem like he wasn’t eager to get me into bed. The closer we got to his home, the more my stomach did anxious little flips at the thought of what would happen once we were finally alone.

When he pulled into the driveway of his flat, I trembled slightly as I got out of the car with him. He linked his arm through mine and led me up to the second floor.

His flat was a cozy space, and I could smell the sweet aroma of weed once I stepped through the door. There was a pile of records sprawled out on the floor of his living room that he had forgotten to pick up before he left.

His bedroom was right down the small hallway, as I could see through the open door that he hadn’t made his bed this morning. A small part of me wondered how many women he had shared that particular bed with but I shoved that thought away as I told myself that it didn’t matter. It was in the past.

Robert noticed me trembling and gently wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

“Are you okay…?”

I steadied myself against him. “Yeah… I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”

He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear. His blue eyes were soft as he looked at me. “You’ve never had…”

I sighed. “That’s not what I meant… I meant I’ve never fucked my best friend before.”

He laughed at my bluntness. I could feel his gaze on my neck, and a chill ran through me as I thought of his lips on my neck again. “Well, I can promise you I won’t disappoint, darling.”

Darling… I couldn’t help but shiver at the sound of the pet name coming from his velvety voice. He leaned down to capture my mouth in another kiss, this one hungrier than the last.

I kissed him back with equal fervor, wounding my hands through his thick hair. He pressed his hips up against mine so that I could feel how hard he was. I felt my core flutter in anticipation.

When he eventually had to pull back for air, he gazed down at me, his face flushed and his eyes dark with desire. I was breathing heavily as I steadied myself against his chest.

“You… said that you had some records you wanted me to hear…?”

He let out a breathy chuckle. “I…I’m debating on that right now…”

My eyes darkened with lust. “Let me make it easier for you…” I got down on my knees and unbuckled his trousers. I could hear him breathe in sharply.

He was so hard, that his erection almost caused the seams of his trousers to burst. I thought about how good it would feel to grind against it, the look on his face as delicious friction rocked through both of us. But for now, I focused on setting his cock free.

It was much larger than I had anticipated. So large, that confining it to his tight trousers and boxers seemed to be unnatural. I wrap my hands around his shaft, stroking his slowly, trying to warm it between my hands.

He was breathing unevenly as I continued. I could see the precum slowly leaking out and I gently smeared it over the erect head with my tongue, causing him to shudder as his hand gripped the back of my head, entwining his fingers through my hair.

I swirled my tongue around his tip as my eyes glared up at him. He whimpered softly — a sound that made me so wet between my thighs — as I began to take him deeper into my mouth.

He groaned as if this was the best blowjob anyone had ever given him. And perhaps it was. I had always been very good with my mouth. I clutched his arse with both hands as I continued to suck him off. He was breathing heavily as he thrust his hips steadily.

His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but quickly controlled my gag reflexes. The feeling of my throat contracting around the tip of his cock caused him to groan loudly.

“F-fuck… you feel… h-heavenly…”

I reached my hands back to his front and began fondling his balls — which were the size of lemons. The sounds of his moans were like music to my ears. And since recording them would most likely be unethical, I tried to commit them to memory.

He pulled out of my mouth before he had the chance to come down my throat. He pulled me to my feet, wiping away the tears that I was unaware I had shed from gagging on his cock. He kissed me hungrily again before leading me into his bedroom.

We couldn’t get undressed fast enough. Soon, we were both naked on his bed, and my eyes roamed over his lean, lithe body. He nudged my legs apart before settling between them. His cock was hard as a rock as he massaged the tip against my swollen clit.

My back arched sharply off the bed as I cried out in ecstasy.

He smirked. “I’ve barely touched you.”

His cock was resting against my stomach. It was unbelievably hard and so large, I wondered how it was going to fit inside me.

I panted heavily. “Do that again… it felt so good…”

Robert smirked, and took his cock in his hand, leading it to my clit again. He firmly massaged the tip against my clit again, and pleasure shot through me again.

“Like that?”

My moans were so lewd and dirty sounding, that I had a hard time believing they were coming from my mouth. “Yes… oh gods…”

He kept it up, watching me writhe and mewl underneath him. I could feel him teasingly slide his tip shallowly into my folds, and I yelped in surprise.

“You like that?”

I panted heavily and nodded quickly. “Deeper… please…”

He continued massaging his tip against my throbbing bud. “Are you on the pill?”

The colour drained from my face as I remembered I had quit taking the pill after Adam and I stopped seeing each other. I had been so caught up in the lust, I had completely forgotten.

“N-no…”

Robert sighed and I could see him struggling to make himself stop. My body screamed, not wanting him to stop. I wanted him to fuck me now, and we could worry about the consequences later.

Robert made his way over to his nightstand, and I could hear wrappers rustling around as he pulled a condom pack out, and tore open the packaging with his teeth. The fact that he had so many ready just solidified my belief that he had many other women in his bedroom before me. But I shoved these thoughts away. That was all in the past now, I reminded myself.

He rolled the condom onto his length before crawling over me again. I looked up at him, spreading my legs welcomingly.

He pressed his tip against my clit again before sliding it down to enter me slowly. I was so wet, he slid into me with ease. My face contorted with pleasure as I felt him stretching me out. I wanted to keep my eyes open, to gauge his reaction but the feeling of him inside me was just too intense.

I heard him grunt. “You’re so fuckin’ tight…”

I couldn’t make any intelligible sounds; all I could do was babble as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of me with ease.

When I got past the intense feeling of being stretched out, I managed to match his pace as our hips found an erotic rhythm.

I was breathing heavily as I bucked up to meet his thrusts. My walls clenched around him the deeper he went, and I could see his face contort as he winced in pleasure.

We moved as if we had done this many times before. Our bodies seemed to fit together as if they were tailored for one another, and they moved as if they had always known what the other wanted.

Robert’s thumb found my clit again as he kept up his steady thrusts. My back arched sharply again, and he grinned smugly. He continued rubbing my clitoris while still inside me until I had my first orgasm that night.

He was still grinning smugly as he pulled out of me, my juices coating the latex that covered his cock. I felt very empty inside, and wanted to pull him back in.

He grabbed me by my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach. He ordered me to prop myself up on my hands and knees, and I did as he asked.

He ran his hands over my arse before giving it a firm smack. I gasped. Finally, I felt him take his still-hard cock and rub it over my soaked pussy. There was hardly any warning before he thrust back into me sharply.

Robert kept an iron grip on my hips as he fucked me hard and fast, doggy style. I gripped the sheets below us, as I felt him pound into me from behind. My hair was dangling in my face, so I could hardly see anything.

“I’m going to ruin this perfect little cunt for anyone else,” he grunted as he kept up his firm pace. “I’m going to ruin you so that you won’t ever crave anyone else’s cock except for mine.”

I wasn’t used to hearing him talk so dirty. But the lewd words sounded so hot in his velvety voice, and I moaned as I pushed back against him.

I could feel his tight balls slapping against my clit as he thrust faster, practically slamming himself into me. The bed was now creaking and shaking underneath our movements, and the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Robert reached a hand around to rub my clit; slowly but firmly. I gripped the bed sheets tighter, my eyes rolling back into my head as ecstasy overtook me like a wave I was unable to brace myself against.

My orgasm was like being struck by a tidal wave as I was knocked off my senses, my limp body being knocked to the floor by the violent waves of ecstasy and euphoria. If it weren’t for Robert holding onto me firmly with his iron grip, I most likely would have drowned in this metaphorical ocean. Which wouldn’t have been an unpleasant way to die.

I must have blacked out at one point because when I came to again, I was lying on my face on the bed. Robert was still behind me. I could hear him grunting breathlessly and was moving inside me in a frenzy. He was riding out his orgasm, I realized as I heard him whimpering, and then felt his cock soften inside me.

He buried his face in my neck, and I could feel his breath on my neck. “Wow… that was…” He laughed breathlessly. “… fuck …”

When we were finally able to pull apart, we both lay on his bed together, and he pulled his blanket over both of us. I was so dazed and exhausted, that I could barely keep my eyes open as I registered the feeling of his naked caresses against my skin, and his gentle kisses against my lips.

“I told you I wouldn’t disappoint, didn’t I?” He still sounded so smug, even though I heard him whimpering just moments before.

I mumbled sluggishly as I rested my head on his chest. He had a modest amount of chest hair that seemed to build up over his abdomen. I lazily ran my fingers over his chest.

“I’m in love with you…” I whispered into his skin.

His arms wrapped around me as he held me tight against him, breathing in the scent of my hair. His bedroom now smelled of sex and sweat — we were both covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Oh, Y/N… I’ve loved you for so long…” He wound his hand through my hair. “Promise me you’ll stay with me… that you won’t leave.”

Our skin was tacky, causing us to stick together as we lay in each other’s arms. It suddenly didn’t matter who we had been with before, or what was said or done. We could stay here forever if we wanted, just glued to each other.

And that’s exactly what I planned on doing.

My eyes met his, and his gaze was warm. I could get lost in his eyes, and never leave.

“I promise.” And I sealed that promise with a passionate kiss.

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samiwife · 1 year ago

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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.

#british bands #80s rock #fanfiction #80's aesthetic #led zeppelin #jimmy page #jimmy page x reader #jimmy page fanfiction #jimmy page imagines #80's music #80s music #john bonham #robert plant #john paul jones

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johnlennonswifey · 1 year ago

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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.

#the beatles #the beatles x reader #the beatles imagine #the monkees #queen #ringo starr x reader #george harrison x reader #paul mccartney x reader #john lennon x reader #davy jones #peter tork #micky dolenz #mike nesmith #the Monkees x Reader #john deacon x reader

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sillygummyworm · 1 year ago

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☆ ~ 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! :]

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sporksarejustspoonswithafork · 2 years ago

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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

#john bonham #john bonham x reader #led zeppelin #robert plant #jimmy page #john paul jones #led zeppelin fanfic #led zepplin imagines

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kaleldobrev · 3 months ago

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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.

⤑ Move Forward & Read Chapter 3

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years ago

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

EJ Caswell

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littleoddwriter · 1 year ago

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Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

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

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

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)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

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.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

#ronny.exe #jesse.talks #pinned post #about this blog #request rules #guidelines

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thepinkwriterr · 3 years ago

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Some rare photos of Jonesy <3

#john paul jones #jonesy #led zeppelin #70s #john paul jones x reader #jonesy x reader #jimmy page #robert plant #john bohnam #bonzo #classic rock #rare photos

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samiwife · 1 year ago

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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.

#80s rock #80s music #fanfiction #jimmy page x reader #jimmy page fanfiction #jimmy page #jimmy page imagines #john paul jones #john bonham #robert plant #led zeppelin #led zepplin fanfic

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kyunisixx · 3 years ago

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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.

permanent taglist: @jonesyjonesyjonesy , @jimmys-zeppelin , @dreamersdrowse , @thatiloveyouso , @salixfragilis , @rebel-without-a-zeppelin , @reincarnated70sbaby , @timetraveller4 @jimmylovesme (let me know if you guys want to be on the permanent taglist or a separate member taglist! ❤)

#john paul jones x reader #middle!jonesy #90s!Jonesy #robert plant #john bonham #jimmy page #john paul jones #led zeppelin #led zeppelin imagines #i have been unhinged #now here am i #:')

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childrenofthenightt · 3 years ago

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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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