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aishnico · 8 months

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Can you do something fluffy/smutty with current john frusciante please :)

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

» summary: you wanted to surprise your husband on his birthday while he’s on tour

» word count: 3.1k

» warnings: fluff to smut [m! receive, unprotected sex, cowgirl, breeding, sub!johnny :)] mdni

» changes in canon event (their vive latino concert is on his birthday)

it was one and a half months since your husband had been gone on tour. he came back in the third week of october and went away again in the end middle of the second week of january. you were cheerful and grateful for that. but the time has come for him to go again.

you would call each other in the daytime, but mostly at night. talking about your days, your work and his tour, places they were visiting in the daytime, their silly little moments...

but you could tell that he'd already missed you like crazy. he was longing for you, so you did. sometimes, he couldn't sleep so you would sing him some country songs. he was cheerful about touring and playing to fans, but he was sad at the same time. he really wanted you by his side, especially on his birthday.

you would tell him that you couldn't even if you wanted. but you were wondering if you work your ass hard would your boss let you go for a couple of days? you did as you thought for the past month to catch her attention, and eventually, she did let you go for a few days.

you then planned a surprise for him in your head. thought about entering on stage in the middle of the tour before they started to sing one of their songs. the guys would support you with words. you smiled to yourself and then called anthony. he was surprised and cheerful at the same time. he told you that he was going to talk with flea and chad.

they all agreed on it and waited for your arrival in mexico. they wanted to greet you at the airport but you thought john was gonna be suspicious, you couldn't let him know this.

and finally, today was his birthday.

you bought him a white, printed baggy shirt which once you together saw but couldn't buy at that moment. but you knew he wanted this.

it was early morning, and you decided to call him. he didn't pick up in first time. you thought he was sleeping so you didn't call back. but after a couple of minutes, he called you back.

"good morning dear!" you cheered and heard his chuckle. "morning, angel."

"i wanted to celebrate your birthday. i hope i'm the first."

"sorry but, the guys rushed into my room in the middle of the night and..." he laughed.

"oh, that is so expected of them," you chuckled and continued.

"i wanted to say how much happy and grateful i am for having you in my life. not only having you in my life, i feel these things for your existence too. not only me, your family, the guys, and the entire world. we all love and appreciate you so much. you're so special and valuable to us. i love you, johnny, so so much you don't even know it. i really want to spend my entire life with you and grow old together. happy birthday!"

"aww, sweetheart! thank you for your sincere words. i feel the same way about you being in my life. i love all of this, doing something i'm so passionate about with the guys i love so much. and of course, i love you too, more than you'll ever know. i wish you were here right now." he cooed.

you smirked to yourself and changed your voice to sad. "yeah, but there's a night we still can spend. we can video call each other, cut a small cake, talk about our future expectations, sing soft songs... i don't think it's gonna be bad."

"everything's bad without you."

"come on john..." you rolled your eyes to yourself.

"alright, alright," you both heard someone else's loud voice from the door. "one second, baby." you then heard him get up from the bed. after a couple of seconds, he came back.

"sorry angel, i've gotta go. the guys wanna go around the city and we'll head to stadium next." he said with a sad voice. "it's okay, go travel around and play some good songs for me, pretty." you smirked.

"... pretty?" you swore he was blushing and smiling. you hummed. "am i lying?" he just chuckled and after that you said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone.

there were about an hour before their show. you and the guys decided to celebrate him after they finish soul to squeeze. you managed to meet with chad and he gave you a backstage pass. you wished each other good luck and he went his way. you called john for one last time, wishing him good luck. you then imagine his face once he sees you on stage.

the show has started. you entered the backstage with a vanilla cake with strawberries on it you bought around the city and started to wait for your turn. you knew he always liked the ones you would bake, but you didn't have a chance to do it here.

after about half an hour, they finished that song. everybody was cheering and clapping. the guys waited for a couple of seconds for them to get quiet.

"alright, how we doin' on there?!" anthony asked the audience cheerily. loud shouting voices came out from there. "alright, everything is so far so good. listen, before we uh- move any forward, we just wanted to remind you that today is very special to us. but you already know that. TODAY IS THE BIRTHDAY OF JOHN MOTHERFUCKING FRUSCIANTE!"

the crowd cheered louder that your ears got hurt a little. john smiled and bowed his head. "come on, let's sing him a birthday song, happy birthday to you..!"

"happy birthday to you!"

then anthony gave you the sign to come out. you got excited and slowly walked towards him with a big smile. john's jaw dropped at the moment he saw you. his face was shocked, confused, and cheerful at the same time. you then stopped before him.

"happy birthday, love." you almost whispered to him. he couldn't say anything, he was still in shock and definitely didn't see it coming.

"but, but i thought... i thought you couldn't come here..." his eyes got teared and tears rolling down his cheeks. you wanted to wipe them away but your hands were busy.

"well, guess i'm lucky for this one." you chuckled and lifted the cake close to him.

"come on, blow them! or else they are going to blow by themselves!" you heard flea's loud voice.

john blew out the candles and pulled you for a sweet kiss, taking your breath away from you. you missed him so much and felt relieved once you connected your lips against each other after weeks. butterflies were in your stomach for sure. lips brushing over each other sweetly. after a couple of seconds, you both pulled out and smiled at each other.

the audience was cheering, whistling and clapping like crazy. the guys also whistled and cheered. they were so happy for him, for both of you. they were happy because john finally found the right person to spend the rest of his life together with. they knew you were the right one.

you then looked at his figure and saw his shirt was smeared by cake. "johnny, look at your shirt!" you pouted at him. he just chuckled in response. "i don't care about the shirt right now." he then gave you a sly smile and you just rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"i'll see you later, old man." you whispered to him and gave him a peck on his lips before walking backstage. you heard him shouting at you "i'm not that old!"

the show has ended and you five sat in a room eating the cake while talking about the silliest things. you laid your head on john's shoulder slightly, not wanting to disturb him eating completely.

after about an hour, you were at their hotel lobby. you said to each other good nights and went to your rooms. you put your suitcase aside. and closed the curtains.

"now go and sit on bed, turn your back against me." you ordered to him and he grimaced. "why's that?" he asked.

"just do what i say~!" you responded. he shrugged and did as you said. you opened your suitcase and took off the bag the shirt you bought him was inside. you then sat behind him. "raise your arms."

"darling..."

you gave him a quick kiss and he gave up while raising his arms. you started to take his shirt and long-sleeved one. he shivered when he felt your chilled hands against his hot skin. you then managed to put this shirt on him. then stood up and told him to look at himself in the mirror. he sighed and did as you told.

he looked at himself with a confused expression for a couple of seconds. the realization hit him once he gasped.

"is that..? is that the shirt we saw together in california while walking through the streets but couldn't even enter the store because we were rushing to..."

you stood behind him. wrapping your arms around his waist and looking at him with a sweet smile. "yes it is, i knew you loved it once you saw it."

"you really have a good eye, and know me inside and out." he chuckled.

"that's because i'm your wife, hun."

he turned his face to you. cupping your cheeks with his calloused hands gently.

"i couldn't think of a better present for this day, sorry. but i'm glad that i have a sharp memory!" you awkwardly smiled.

"are you kidding?! love, i absolutely love it. thank you so much and don't apologize for anything." he got closer to your face. "besides, the best present for today is you being here with me."

he then connected your lips in a tender kiss. his fingers were caressing your cheeks gently while you were tugging your fingers on his fluffy hair, eyes fluttered closed. you swore every time you kissed, he always managed to take breath from your lungs.

you pulled from the kiss and he looked at you with a heartwarming smile. god, he was so cute. he had always been cute and hot at the same time. and now, you only wanted to please him.

you gently pushed him to the bed and climbed to his lap. wrapping your arms around his neck and started to kiss him passionately. he was taken aback at first but accommodated after. it's like both of your hearts were exploding. you bit his lower lip and he moaned at the kiss. you then entered your tongue inside his mouth, tongues then exploring each other.

when you felt breathless you pulled away and looked at his panting face. his cheeks were flushed slightly. you then attacked your lips on his neck. he heavily breathed and gulped, tossing his head back so you could have more access. you were planting small kisses at first, then starting to suck and lick on his sweet spot over and over. you managed to get a groan from him. his eyes were shut, trying to bask in the moment.

you were satisfied when you saw pretty purple hickies appear on his neck. you smiled at him sweetly. "you're so pretty underneath me." you cooed and put his earlobe between your lips, sucking it gently.

"darling please, don't tease me." he whined and you interrupted him by planting a kiss on his lips. "don't worry. tonight, is only and only about you. you'll get what you want. just tell me."

he looked at you, flushed. "want your mouth at my dick." his voice almost sounded like a whisper. you smirked and planted a kiss on him again. "as you wish, love."

your fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tried tugging it over his head. he pulled away for a second and took off his shirt. your hands were trailing on his torso, planting short kisses there and there. after that, you lowered your head in front of his tightened purple pants and tugged them down slowly, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. he tossed his head back, breathing heavily.

you then pulled the elastic band of his boxers down, freeing his erection. the red and swollen tip of it is waiting to be taken care of. you jerked off him a few times and started to give him kitten licks. john inhaled sharply at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue.

you lean down and drag your tongue along the length of his dick from the swollen head and down to the base and earned a pretty moan from him.

"s-shit, sweetheart..." he moaned when you finally put your mouth down to the length of his shaft. you hummed, sending vibrations through his body. your head went down until his tip hit the back of your throat. you resisted the urge to gag. "oh fuck, you feel so good around me..."

you bobbed your head up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. he was almost close, you felt it. so you started to massage his balls.

"fuck! good girl, my good girl... just like that. you're going to make me cum oh..!" he whimpered. your nose is hitting his pubic bone every time you move your head forward and faster, sucking him harder. and after a couple of seconds, he twitched in your mouth and came inside. warm, salty liquid poured through your throat. you swallowed it all and licked around your mouth.

you looked at him. he was panting hard, trying to catch his breath. you climbed his lap again and kissed him shortly but passionately. you pulled away and gave him a sly smile.

"i'm not done with you yet."

you then took off your shirt and tugged down your jeans. you stayed with your silk, light pink bra and matching panties. his mouth got watered because of the sight. you smiled and climbed to his lap again.

"is this for me?" he asked with a sly tone. "indeed it is, did you like it?" he hummed while moving his head around your breasts. "yeah, a lot."

you captuted his lips in a heated kiss. you were playing with his messy hair while he was caressing your waist. his hands moved lower and played with your core. you moaned in his mouth, sucking hard on his bottom lip. you were already wet when you were sucking him off, and now your juices are pouring down to his fingers. he pulled away and licked his fingers and moaned from the taste of it.

"you taste so fucking sweet. sweeter than that cake." you chuckled at his words. "i will bake for you whatever you want once you return, i promise." he hummed in return.

you slithered your panties aside and positioned your entrance over his still rock-hard member slowly. an erotic moan escaped from both of you. the mushroom tip stretching your hole as you sink into him completely, not moving, just hugging him tight. you're so wet that your juices are dripping down his shaft, easing you to move.

"t-tell me, at what pace ah— i should move. h-huh, johnny?" you barely managed to ask. "faster, baby." he grunted and buried his face on your chest. you put your hands on his shoulders for stability as you bounce on his cock. "johnny!" you moaned his name when you felt he got bigger inside you. "you're so tight and good around me sweetheart, s-shit!"

he then unhooked your bra and tossed it away. took one of your nipples inside his mouth while squeezing harshly the other. you tossed your head back and let out a loud whimper. his dick felt so good inside you. you then spread your legs further apart, feeling him deeper inside of your cunt. feeling him where he could make you see the stars.

you dug your nails into his chest as you connected your lips in a sloppy, french kiss. you closed your eyes, cheeks flushed and you moaned into his mouth when he hit the sweet spot continuously. "john, baby, i-i'm going to cum okay?" you barely managed to speak. he just hummed.

you felt your core tighten, your bundle of nerves building up as your jaw hung open, panting heavily. tears rolling down your cheeks and you clenched around him while leaving a white ring of your arousal on the base of his cock. you didn't stop bouncing on him though. but you knew he was close.

"where do you wanna cum, baby? come whenever and wherever you want." you started sucking on his neck again. creating new pretty, dark red marks on him. "inside, s-shit! can i— can i come inside?" he begged you. "yes, yes! fill me full to the brim, darling!" you pathetically moaned.

he grunted when you began moving your hips faster and faster. he buried his face on your breasts and groaned while painting your inner walls white. you didn't pull off, wanting to feel warm inside for a while.

you hugged each other tightly, trying to catch your breaths in each other's embrace. after a couple of minutes, you both calmed down. looking at each other sweetly. you then pressed a long kiss on his forehead.

"happy birthday, my one and only." you whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. he caressed your hair and planted a kiss on your forehead too. "thank you, sweetheart. for coming here. nothing would make me happier. i love you so much."

you smiled. "i love you more but i don't have enough energy to argue about that." you stood up from his lap. his cum was leaking from your thighs. you then lay on the bed, opening your arms to him, welcoming him to your embrace. he smiled and laid on top of you. you hugged him as he snuggled into you, his beard tickling your chest. you didn't care though.

"will you be tomorrow here?" he asked with a pout on his face. you chuckled at him. "well, i managed to take a few days off so..."

he gasped and straightened up. "so that means..." you just smiled and nodded at him. his face brightened and buried his head on your chest again, making excited voices. "we can talk about our plans tomorrow morning, then?"

you hummed and felt like your eyes were going to shut. but you managed to say good night to him before that. he chuckled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead again before drifting off next to you. "good night, angel."

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monmoss · 3 months

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Good Time Boys

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Red Hot Chili Peppers (Band) Rating: Explicit Relationships: John Frusciante/Anthony Kiedis Summary:

AU Omegaverse RHCP fanfic.

18-year-old John Frusciante experiences his first heat soon after joining the band. Anthony offers a helping cock.

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gnrbitch · 10 months

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Grunge Days pt.4 - Funky Monks

Warnings: Profanity, smoking, drug mention, kinda smut?

Book one/ earlier parts

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1990, San Diego

“Y/n we’re here!” Layne said as he shook Y/n by her shoulder.

The band had just arrived at San Diego, immediately having to do sound check.

Y/n rubbed her eyes, yawning as she gripped her guitar case. “Sound check- I need like 10 minutes to process the fact I even woke up”

Layne laughed as they walked side by side, “You just need a beer, that’ll cool you down”

“Hopefully they have some, and hopefully i don’t sound like shit, do you know which other bands are on the bill?” Y/n asked Layne, remembering that Susan had told them last minute that other bands would be playing also.

“No clue” Layne shrugged “Imagine sound gardens here” He laughed

Y/n rolled her eyes “They just left to London dumbass”

“Oh yea, I forgot” Layne said, furrowing his eyebrows.

Y/n passed her guitar case to Layne as soon as they entered backstage. “Grab this for me, I gotta go to the bathroom”

“Alright” Layne said, taking the guitar with him as he sat next to Jerry.

Y/n made her way to the bathroom, locking the door as she pulled out, what she liked to call, her ‘travel pouch’ (Which is basically all the things she need to shoot up, and obviously a few heroin baggies).

She sighed out and rested her head on the wall, untying her arm after shooting herself up.

She got up, flushed the toilet even though she didn’t use it, and washed her hands.

Lighting a cigarette as she walked back to where everyone else was, observing the people who were talking to her boys. She assumed they were the band that was doing soundcheck when they got here.

She immediately recognized the singers face, smiling as she searched for someone whom she hasn’t seen in a while.

“Is that John Frusciante I see?” She said, smile still on her face as she made eye contact with the boy.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he silently looked at her for a moment, then his eyes widened “Y/n?”.

“The one and only” She smiled, laughing as he got up and embraced her in a hug.

“Holy shit! No fucken way” He said breathlessly as he grabbed her by the shoulders, getting a good look at her face. “It’s been a while”

“It has, I’ve missed you” She smiled at him, taking in how much like a man he looks now.

“You guys fucked or something?” Sean said, putting his hand on his hip, the other having his drum sticks.

The two old friends looked at each other before laughing, “No” Y/n said as she shook her head, “We knew each other back in 86’ ”.

“Feels like just yesterday you bumped into me” John said as he placed his hand over his heart.

Y/n rolled her eyes, a small smile lingering on her lips. “Alright calm down”

She turned to look at the rest of the boys heading over to the stage, she looked at John, “I’ll catch up with you later, gotta go”.

Y/n walked over to Layne, who passed her guitar case to her.

They fucked around while they did soundcheck, all dying of laughter when Layne tripped over a wire and fell right on his face.

“That- That was the funniest shit i’ve ever seen in my life” Jerry said, clinging on to Y/n as they were laughing.

“Yea fuck you guys” Layne said as he rubbed his head, “That fucken hurt”.

They finished up, had some beers with the boys from rhcp, all a bit tipsy by the time the show started.

“Y/n! You were fucken great” John said as he walked up to her.

“Thanks Fru” Y/n smiled at him, handing her guitar over to a roadie. “Wanna go somewhere else? There’s too many fucken people here” She asked

“Hell yea”.

The pair walked over to the bus Alice had arrived in, sitting down. They talked as they smoked some weed.

And even if this made Y/ns heart churn a bit. It also filled her with a sense of relief knowing she wasn’t the only one hooked on dope.

John had pulled out some heroin and offered her some, and of course she said yes.

The pair were silently looking into one another’s eyes, being unable to hold their laughter at how high they looked.

“You look really good Fru” Y/n said as her eyes ran over his face.

“I’d say the same thing about you” He smiled at her, his eyes landing on her lips.

Y/n gave him a cocky smile before she pressed her lips onto his.

He sighed as the kiss became deeper, their tongues moving in sync. He moved over to kiss her jawline as her hand moved to his hair, swiftly getting on top of him.

And what was happening outside…

Slash had decided to go down to San Diego last minute. After practice went to shit, Steven slumping over his guitars and Axl not even showing up. He decided to go to San Deigo to go see Y/n.

After the show, Slash tried looked for Y/n, being unable to see her in the crowd of people that were backstage.

He finally asked Jerry, who said she had gone back to their bus after the show.

Of course, he thought, why didn’t I think of that.

Cigarette in his mouth, he walked over to the bus. Thinking of nothing, he went ahead and opened the door.

And his eyes widened, soon becoming jealous at the scene that was in front of him.

Y/n was on the bus alright, she was also on John, kissing his neck as she unbuckled his pants. Both of them shirtless. It was quite the lewd scene.

John opened his eyes, tapping Y/ns thighs as he saw Slash’s eyes burning onto the girl.

“What?” Y/n said, eyebrows furrowed as she looked at John. John nodded his head over to Slash.

Y/n turned back, surprised to see Slash standing there, she quickly used her hands to cover her breast.

“Slash, hey man” Y/n awkwardly said.

Slash shook his head as he turned back and walked out, slamming the door shut.

Y/n flinched and turned back to John.

“What’s his issue” He asked

“No fucken clue” Y/n shrugged

“Do you wanna keep going?”

“I don’t see why not” Y/n said, smiling at him as they resumed their lewd acts, her hands finally unbuckling his jeans.

Slash looked back to the bus, apart of him hoping Y/n would come back to him. But he rolled his eyes and threw his cigarette on the ground as he finally left the club.

Well, not without taking a girl with him.

But the whole time he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucken jealous he is of that Fru kid, he got fucken Y/n. And Slash was left banging some chick who’s name he didn’t even know.

Fucken Y/n

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Sorry i haven’t been uploading much guys i’ve just been going through some writers block with this story😓😓😓 hope u guys enjoyed though, gonna be trying to upload more.

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frunatic-fanfic · 5 years

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Chapter 15 - Eye opener

And here is another chapter my friends. I'm sorry it all took such a long time and now we are heading towards some major plot twist :D but John will be back. Let's just see what happens next huh? If you still like this, please let me know. Love all of u ♥ 6 months have passed since you left California, since you last have spoken, seen, touched John but not a single day had passed without you thinking about him. It get better. The pain got a lot better for sure. You had come to accept that meeting and being with John for this short amount of time as a precious coincidence but a relationship with the two of you probably would never have worked out. You had your struggles with your borderline disorder and John was an ex - Heroin addict and now a rising Rockstar. The song 'scar tissue' was on the radio all the time, up and down and up and down. Just like your mood had intense swings these days, but at least you felt better now. Living with Rony was an absolute blessing. She helped you find a good therapist you could talk to once a week and you got a job at a local pet shop and spending your time with all those animals, dogs, cats, birds, yes even snakes made you feel better and kept you distracted from bad thoughts or missing John - though you didn't think of him all the time anymore. But it was hard forgetting him completely since the bandlogo was seen on every shirt, magazine, bag, whatever recently. The album Californication has been an extremely huge success and as much as you wish you could listen to it... You couldn't. But yes, here you were, ready to start anew. With your best friend and a good job you slowly felt like turning into a more quiet and less insecure person from the inside. You also decided to cut your shoulder long blonde hair really short just to kind of see a 'new, Jolene in the mirror. Recovery was more than just avoiding bad habits. It also meant letting go off the past completely, never even thinking about going back to that old self and all the weird and twisted thoughts inside that old selfs mind. It was getting cold here in NYC. It was the first st of December and the City was glowing in beautiful Christmas lights and the shop windows were full of beautiful decoration. Just before quitting time the door of the pet store got rushed opened. You hear the clinging notice from the little bells you had put over the entrance so you could hear each time someone would enter the store. You turn around to see a skinny figure, hectically moving around with a..... Little cat.. In his arms. Before you can concentrate on the person you see that the cat obviously has a hurt leg." hello uhhmm.. That doesn't look good. Is that yo-" " yeah I know can you help her please help her!" he cuts you off. "well I hope so. What exactly happened?" "I really don't know. I just came back from guitar lessons heading home wards when I saw this cat laying by the side of the street." "OK wait. I think her leg may be broken. She must have gotten a slight hit by a car or something. I'll take her over to my boss. We're lucky she's still here. I'm sure she'll be able to fix this. Please wait a second okay?" the guy hands the hurt little being over to you and you walk into the back office to bring that fury patient to your boss, Catharine " don't worry, she has been a vet for 12 years'" As you come back the guy still stands there. Now you're able to actually take a closer look at him. He was young, younger than you but not too much. You were 24 now so maybe he was about 20? He was very slim, had semi long messy hair, a little longer in the front and he was wearing some weird baggy pants and carried a guitar on his back. You instantly get reminded of John because of that and look to the floor for a second. "umm... Well thanks. I guess.. I'll go now.." something with him and the way he was talking was extremely awkward but for some reason also really cute. You had to laugh "um... Why are you laughing?" "oh no..its nothing. I think it's just really nice of you rescuing that little cat. Not everyone would have done that." He looks away, and for a second you think you see him blush a bit. "ahhh.. Well no problem.. You know I kind of like cats" "so.. You kind of like cats. That's nice" you swallow another laugh-out-loud. Isntead of just leaving the store the guy just stays there for another second and doesn't say a word. Somehow now you feel uncomfortable and the situation gets more awkward. Wat the hell was going on with that dude? " oh hey... Nice shirt. Radiohead? Amazing. Great taste" the guy points at your shirt and the fact that he seems to like radiohead instantly makes you somehow like him. "they're one of my favourite bands!" Before he can say anything more you both end your conversation because you're cut off by your phone ringing "hello?" "yeh it's Rony here. Any plans for later?" while you're on the phone you just see that by waving you goodbye and leaving the store, smiling through the window - an incredibly cute smile, undeniable - and you wave back. "no, I'm free tonight. What's the plan?" " well me and some friends from work were thinking about some ice skating in the park. You should totally come. It's so much fun. We'll have a little drink at ours before so it's even more fun... And less cold. Are you in? " " uhmmm.. Yeah I mean I'm a California babe. I'm an expert at ice skating haha" "fine see you in a bit" You hang up the phone and say bye to Catherine who put the little cat into a basket and made sure, she'd make it through the night. Just as you want close the door behind you, you find a little note hanging there. Huh? Where exactly did that come from? A messy writing on it said : For a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself Phew, for a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself That's the lyrics to radioheads Karma Police. One of your favourite songs on "Ok computer." You shake your head. That must have been the hero of the day, Mr. CAT SAVIOR. As you turned the note around some very messy small letters said :, ' just one of my fav. Songs :)' You kind of smile into yourself and feel some warm, happy emotion inside of you, something you haven't felt in a long time. You put the note into one of your pockets and head towards your flat. What a weird dude, you think to yourself...and smile a little more.

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slxyangel · 4 years

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Masterlist

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

Showtime - Smut

You Knew - Angst, fluff

A-Z NSFW Headcanons

When Inspiration Comes - Smut

Tommy Lee

Unspoken - Angst, fluff

In Front of the Mirror - Fluff

Guns n’ Roses

Duff McKagan

Pain and Noise - Angst, fluff, smut

Handcuffs - Fluff

Let The Tables Turn - Angst

Izzy Stradlin’

Track Marks - Angst, fluff

Analogy - Angst

Shock Therapy (Part 1) - Angst

Long Dark Shadow (Part 2) - Angst

On Your Feet - Smut

Slash

Misplaced - Smut

Axl Rose

Hangers Down - Smut

Steven Adler

Shock Therapy (Part 1) - Angst

Long Dark Shadow (Part 2) - Angst

Theme Park Headcanons - Fluff

Queen

Roger Taylor

Braiding (Drabble) - Fluff

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John Frusciante

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cbrosa-archived · 3 years

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Hi Gorgeous! I wanted to ask if there’s a chance you would ever make part two of that John Frusciantes one shot? I love it so much, it’s so beautiful I can’t seem to find words to explain how much I adore it. ✨🌞

first of i am surprised in the best ways to know someone has been investing their time reading the limited one shots i wrote and published here! it sooo encourages me to possibly continue doing it oh my gosh thank you so much you’re very kind! ♡ the early 90s john frusciante writing was meant to be a smut one shot and like...words can not describe how happy it makes me that someone genuinely appreciated it that much!- it was a short fic without chapters and i sort of retired from writing about musicians and real life people since i sort of focused on the fictional characters along with personal reasons.

however, i can see what i can come up with about him as soon as i have the right muse and energy for all that. my recent trip to memory lane has been tempting me to go back to do these and the fact you wrote me for this only makes my desires bigger in that matter, doubting it but still opening my mind on it.

stay alert for updates, might post them here or make a separate blog which is still in the consideration as well. if you have any particular requests on anyone or any concept, i’ll gladly put that on the list too and see what i can do.

happy valentine’s day! xo

#anonymous #ask #answered #this truly made my day i stg

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granddelusions · 7 months

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SUMMERBOY (JOHN FRUSCIANTE)

summary: you and john spend the night together before he goes away on tour again

warnings: smut (porn with very little plot) 18+

your boyfriend had the entire summer off from touring.

the summer in question was spent traveling around to little beach towns, fucking in hotel pools after hours, and lying on the beach, hands intertwined watching the tides turn with electric ladyland playing on the stereo. you couldn’t ask for anything more, besides another month spent only with your love.

however, tonight was the last night of your little vacation. tomorrow evening, john was going back on tour for a month, in another country no less.

you and john decided after going out to a nice dinner to go right home, upon john seeing how short your sundress was. he assumed your choice of attire was purposeful — he was correct. the 10 minute car ride back to your house felt like a half hour. by the time he pulled you through the door, he had you against the wall, teasing his fingers along your wet pussy, entirely ready for him and eager for wherever the night would lead.

it was so, so fucking hot —- it really was the middle of a blazing california heatwave, the worst one in years— and you begged for sweet release, beads of sweat glistening on your face while john pressed kisses along your neck, softly repeating your name like a prayer.

john eventually worked his kisses down to your stomach and inevitably your panties, ripping the white lace and flicking his tongue over your clit, making you scream. his tongue became more forceful, and the insertion of his fingers into your cunt had you turned into a crying mess already.

“so wet, baby. i’ll take care of you.” he said, murmuring against your slick cunt.

the build-up in your stomach became even more intense and strong; you knew you were cumming from just his fingers and his tongue soon enough if he kept talking like that.

“all yours, johnny. fuck.”

“you’re doing so well, baby, just let go.” he groaned.

and you did, crying and screaming and moaning his name so loud you had a feeling the neighbors may bitch you out tomorrow morning.

he pulled away from your pussy to take a look at you, practically fucked out already, mascara runny and hair a mess.

“cmon baby, i wanna fuck you just right before i go away again.”

he carried you to the bed and removed your sundress, letting your breasts go free and brushing his fingers along your hardened nipples, making his cock twitch in his pants.

he unzipped his pants, letting his cock — dripping with pre-cum — out of his boxers. he kissed your breasts and swirled his tongue around your nipples, leaving bruises and marks that you’ll fantasize about and long for once he leaves you again.

once you positioned yourselves and john stroked himself a few times, he slowly began to press his cock inside of you, leaning down to kiss you on your lips, his fingers still wet with your juices now caressing your cheeks.

you whimpered.

“you alright, sweet girl?” he asked you gently, a hint of concern on his face as his eyes made their way to the bulge forming in your stomach. he always adored seeing you filled with his cock.

“‘mmm okay, johnny. just fuck me, please.” was all you could muster out in your state of bliss, grabbing a hold of his long dark hair, now drenched in sweat.

“gonna miss this, honey.” he murmured, his cock starting to pick up the pace and thrust harder into you.

you moaned against his hair.

“johnny, don’t go, please please please don’t go.”

he noticed your pout, which regretfully only made him arch his back and bury his cock deeper into your cunt, making you squeal, tears now streaming down your face.

“i’m sorry baby, i love you so much, it’ll only be for a few months — look at me.”

he grabbed your jaw, his eyes piercing into you.

“okay?”

“okay, johnny.”

“now cum for me, baby, alright? be a good girl, honey.”

his thrusts became rougher and quicker, his fingers entangled in your hair.

“you want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” he groaned, his own orgasm imminent.

at this point, you could only nod in agreement, your need to unravel leaving you completely dumbstruck.

you came all over his cock in a sobbing mess.

you laid back on the pillows — your beach curls completely ruined — as john unloaded inside of you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and all over your thighs.

after he softened and pulled out of your dripping cunt, john leaned over to the side of the bed to grab a towel, cleaning you up and lazily pressing kisses along your stomach, making the both of you laugh.

“i’m so proud of you, baby. you did so well.” he praised.

he took you in his arms, still naked and drenched in sweat. any negative thought about john’s leaving you was completely diminished by his hazel eyes completely immersed by your nude body.

“these were the best few weeks of my life, sweetheart. i mean it. i hate to leave my favorite girl again.” he smiled, caressing your cheek and kissing your lips again, softer this time around.

you relaxed against him, laying your head against his chest.

“promise you won’t forget me while you’re on tour and all those girls are flashing their tits at you?” you said, your lips still tingling.

he pressed a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“not a fucking chance. i’ll be thinking about this every night.” he whispered against you, his one hand reaching for your cheek and the other grabbing your hip, just slightly grazing your ass. you could finally smile, totally relaxed.

you both still had the summer, after all.

#john frusciante #john frusciante x reader #john frusciante smut #john frusciante fanfic #red hot chili peppers #hi this is the first fic ive written in years #rhcp #rockstar gf #anthony kiedis #flea #chad smith #rockstar smut

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monmoss · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Hot Chili Peppers (Band), Jane's Addiction Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John Frusciante/Dave Navarro, John Frusciante/Anthony Kiedis Characters: John Frusciante, Dave Navarro, Anthony Kiedis Summary:

This was requested by @fru4life and @Seoda_01. It's a Thanksgiving one-shot, taking place several months after the end of Greenie while John is on tour to promote Blood Sugar Sex Magik. He isn't feeling himself, and John's mom calls Dave Navarro in for reinforcements. There's angst, fluff, explicit sex, and a little Greenie-style twist. Hope ya'll enjoy!

#Red Hot Chili Peppers #John Frusciante #dave navarro #anthony kiedis #frukiedis #AO3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #gay #gayaf #everything is gay #Bisexual #smut #pornwithplot #angst #greenie #bloodsugarsexmagik #rhcp #john/anthony

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monmoss · 2 years

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"Greenie." A hurt-comfort John Frusciante/Anthony Kiedis one-shot (maybe?) (on Wattpad)

So this was a totally stream-of-consciousness first attempt at a Red Hot Chili Peppers fanfic. John Frusciante is freshly 18, new to the band, and struggling with some burgeoning loving feelings towards his idol, bandmate, bully, and bestie: Anthony Kiedis. His insecurity gets the better of him one drunken night and the truth comes out after a game of strip poker. Sounds cliche? It might be, but I hope it's evocative. Features small cameos by Dave Navarro, Flea, and Chad Smith, but this story is a snapshot of John and Anthony's first sexual meeting. Angst, love, and eroticism balance on the edge of a knife... but this is just another night for Anthony Kiedis.

#anthony kiedis #john frusciante #fanfiction #fanfic #bisexual #gay #smut #love #redhotchilipeppers #rhcp #slash #innocence #frukiedis #flea #chad smith #dave navarro #oneshot #music #80smusic #80s

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granddelusions · 6 months

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IF YOU LIE DOWN WITH ME - JOHN FRUSCIANTE

john frusciante x reader!

warnings: VERY VERY BRIEF talk of smut, but besides that enjoy this fluff i wrote instead of working on finals <3 18+

“hey, you awake?”

you groaned in response. the crowd tonight in california was louder than usual. hometown show.

you were grateful for your fans, sure, but you’ve been left with a pounding headache that was not accompanied well when you take into account the four belligerent men you happened to share the tour bus with — not to mention the beers you pounded with chad right after the gig.

it was 2am and they’d finally started to settle down until john, the guitarist and the most reserved of the four, peeked into your little crevice of the bus, tapping on the wall to get your attention.

“my head hurts.” not even a yes or no reply, just unintelligble drivel into your pillow.

you heard him laugh, inching himself closer towards you and sitting down on the side of the pull-out bed.

“well, i thought you did great tonight.”

john told you this every night. since the beginning of the tour two months ago, without fail, he’d compliment you. in the past week, you started to notice that he’d began to compliment you more and more on your outfits. your eyes. your hair.

at this point you’ve turned to face john. even in the dark, you could still make out all of the features that have made you fall in love with him — like the fucking idiot you were.

similar to how john marveled at you, you couldn’t help but admire him right back — his dark eyes, his long, curly hair, and those fingers, always battered and bruised from his guitar playing.

“well, i’m opening for the best band in the world… i do my best.” you finally replied with half lidded eyes, giving him a smile and a tired thumbs-up.

all of a sudden, he grabbed your hand. this was new. he brought it to his cheek — also new. at this point, you sat upright, letting john’s hand drape over your own as you readjusted on the bed.

“you know i was the one who suggested you for the opening act?” he admitted, letting his thumb trace over your own hand.

“are you fucking with me?” you said.

“no, god no… i think you’re incredible. i know i tell you that all the time, but i’ll keep doing it. you have such a talent. jesus christ, everything about you …”

he trailed off, looking you up and down. his eyes were dilated, the size of the fucking moon. in that moment, the mood changed.

you smiled.

“— is just fucking incredible.”

he pulled you in, throwing his arms around you and pressing your lips together.

his lips tasted like cigarettes. yours tasted like cheap beer and you wished you’d have taken an aspirin before your tourmate was grabbing your head and running his fingers through your hair. as he worked his kisses down to your neck and bare shoulders, you felt your nipples harden as his hands worked their way towards your breasts.

“johnny?” you finally said, breaking the silence between your moans.

now slowly pressing kisses atop your sensitive breasts, he looked up at you.

“mmm?”

“how long have you wanted this?”

he took your face in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“your song.”

“my song?”

“the night i met you. when i saw your show at the troubador and you played that cover of your song. you on stage with that guitar — no one’s ever looked more beautiful. that passionate.”

your foreheads pressed together.

you could feel john tense up after his confession. sweat beads dripped down his face and his hands, intertwined with yours, were trembling.

“do you want this?” he finally said.

you nodded. you wanted all of him. you’ve wanted him since the two of you had met.

and now those dark eyes? that long, curly hair, and those fingers, always battered and bruised from his guitar playing? they want you too.

you pulled yourself onto his lap. nestling against his shoulder, you whispered softly in his ear.

“john frusciante, you don’t know the fucking half of it.”

he relaxed.

“i’m all in. but for now, all i want is sleep.”

respecting your sudden wish to sleep off your headache — the beers you had surely weren’t helping it— he started to get up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand.

“wait. johnny, will you lie down with me?”

#john frusciante #john frusciante x reader #john frusciante fanfic #rhcp #red hot chili peppers #red hot chili peppers fanfic #sorry the formatting is kinda weird #im just a college student that writes rhcp fanfic in her spare time #anthony kiedis #flea #chad smith #alternative rock #rockstar gf #lana del rey

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