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[softestrocky]

..hiiii. I’m alive, and believe it or not I’m soft lmaoo. I know it’s been half a decade but I wanna write again so if there’s anyone who’s still here who has requests I’m your gal!!

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hello everyone!! I truly apologize for my absence, but sometimes real life grips you and demands utter attention. while I’m busy with preparations for future projects and plans, school is in its peak, and my cat died. (I’m not seeking pity, but I figured I’d let you know)

it’s been tough but I’m feeling motivated and ready for a fresh start. Rocky, the sweet boy up there in that photo, I love him more and more every single day. He fills me with so much joy and creative energy- and with the new era, and his own fresh starts, I think many more eyes will be on him, which means more opportunities for me to see him as he is, and create from it.

I’m sorry it’s taken so long but I’m here and ready to settle back down into writing and I do plan to have multiple things out within the next week or so. Love you all. Xx clifford

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helllloooo loves!! I have plenty of smut ideas, (obvs for Rocky) but not many fluff ideas at all of if you’ve got ideas I’d love to hear em! I’ll write for anyone in the band:) there should be a new fic coming thurs or fri! love yalll. xx clifford

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Morning Sex is the Best Coffee- Rocky smut

simple, fluffy lil smut. I could probably write longer smut but they'd be kinkier since just pure sex only has so many elements to it. let me know if that's something you're interested in reading! enjoy. xx clifford

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I stirred in the morning light as the sun began to creep through the windows of my shared bedroom. I slid closer to the edge of the bed, slowly, near enough to reach my phone. The time read 8:30am.

Not bad.

I rolled over slowly onto my side to face my sleeping boyfriend. He looked so peaceful and content, and I drank up the way the light shone over his face. I couldn't resist touching him.

Carefully, I run my hand through the top of his short brown locks. I ran my hand over his cheek, the one that wasn't pressed softly against the pillow. I lowered my gaze and ran my hand over his shoulder, his chest, catching my thumb over his collarbone.

By now he was beginning to stir, his eyebrows furrowing as he stretched awake. "Hey, baby," I said quietly, in almost a whisper, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moment with any abrasive sounds. "Goodmorning, sweetheart." He replied contentedly, his beautiful hazel eyes staring at me- full of warmth and cold and love and lust.

Definitely lust and I knew that here in this bed on this quiet morning, just how we were going to spend our day off.

Before he could even get his wits about him I was rolling on top of him, my mouth on his and my hips rolling into his, need creeping through every inch of my body, and I moaned into his mouth quietly.

He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me down to him, his tongue slowly exploring through my mouth- morning breath be damned. Neither of us were rushed, though needy, and excited, and perfectly ready to make love, we relished in each other and in the morning peace around us.

Eventually I tired of grinding down onto his morning wood and being grateful neither of us wore many clothes to bed at all, slipped my thong off, his boxers off, and was slipping him into my heat in a matter of seconds.

We both groaned out as he entered me, filling everywhere he could reach. Slowly I started rolling my hips over his, his cock pushing in and out of me at a wonderful, slow, delicious pace.

I moaned and went back to kissing him. His hands were on my hips and his hips were now bucking up into me, causing me to whine out at the rougher contact. I moved my lips to his neck as we moved, nipping and sucking causing him to shiver in pleasure.

I moved one of my hands to tweak at his nipple, and that was the breaking point for him. He rolled us over while I was still around him, holding on tight. He lay his hands on either side of my head as he rested on his elbows, continuing to make love to me at a pace in which I was completely at his mercy.

I tugged at the back of his hair, scratched and rolled my hands down his soft back. He moaned and was panting into my neck now, moving lower to suck hickeys into my collarbone. I whined again, my closeness becoming apparent to both of us.

"Rocky.." I sighed out as the warmth grew inside me, building and building. "That's it y/n, let go, baby." I let out a strained, long, and rather loud "ohhh" and moaned his name several times as I came around him, squeezing around him again and again as my orgasm crashed through me.

He broke at this contact, spilling his cum inside me, hugging my body tight to his and kissing me passionately.

We lay basking in the afterglow of our orgasms, laying in the sun as it shone even brighter through the windows. Rocky let out a sigh of contentment and slipped himself out of me, causing me to gasp.

He rolled off of me but the lack of contact was unbearable to us both, and he pulled me near as we returned to quietly cuddling. "Mmmm." I eventually spoke into his chest, knowing he'd understand.

Oxytocin was flowing through every part of me and I leaned up to kiss him, again and again knowing I'd never truly be satisfied. "We have to get up eventually, baby, I'm hungry." He mumbled against my lips. "Hmph, fine, but round two in the shower first?" I asked already climbing out of bed and walking to the on-suite. "Oh hell yes."

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Morning People- rocky fluff

this is truly just disgustingly pure wholesome rocky fluff i wrote on a whim of softness. no warnings except cozy breakfast in beds and cuddling, and some swearing. enjoy!

I have never been a morning person. If you try to pry me from my cozy den of duvet and warmth before 8am, you will be met with a distinct hostility that will last until you can make it up to me later. I keep all of my productivity stored away until past 5pm, and continuously ruin my sleep schedule every night browsing the internet until the wee hours of dawn.

My boyfriend Rocky isn’t quite as extreme as me when it comes to mornings, though he’s definitely a night owl. He can be up and awake much quicker and happier than I, but we reserve most our affections and special moments together for night, when we’re most alert.

Rocky has just arrived home from another country, an event he had to attend, and he’s jetlagged as all hell, as he always is when he comes back from a tour or any other thing he’s tending to overseas. He fell into bed early tonight with me, and I awoke to a clattering in the kitchen. I look to my side and see that he’s not in our bed next to me. The clock reads 5:30am. I groan quietly and pull on a pair of my sweatpants that were discarded on the floor from the night before, then make my way to the kitchen quietly.

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Hi! Could you do a Rocky imagine where him and the reader wear matching footie pajamas and it’s really cute and stuff :))

this was a sweet lil fluff request. thank you nonny, I hope it was everything you wanted and more:) prompts are open so drop by with what ya got! love y'all. xx clifford

The Way to Love- Rocky fluff

“Hey Bear, are you ‘bout ready?” I shouted down the hall to my boyfriend in our shared bedroom. “Yeah, be there in a sec!”

He yelled right back. Yes, this was the way we communicated the majority of the time and honestly, I was a okay with it.

I stood in the kitchen by the front door with my purse, a soft blanket, and my favorite pillow from our bed. We were heading to a movie night event hosted by Rocky’s sister, Rydel, where she, Ellington, and all of her siblings and their significant others would come over and have a massive date night, movie marathon, sleepover, and get together with friends and family all rolled into one. Me and Rocky were overwhelmingly excited, what with us both loving all of the above very passionately. So we decided to go the extra mile. We bought matching footsie pajamas to wear to this casual get together. It made me chuckle to myself thinking about it.

It proved to be a struggle, finding matching pajamas that suit us both, what with our significant size differences and different tastes and styles. We found ourselves arguing playfully more about the pajamas instead of actually being excited for the event. Eventually, we settled on a pair that managed to encapsulate the cheesy, fluffy, goofy aura of our relationship, without being overly stuffy.

We were elated when they had a good size range and chose next day shipping, due to childish excitement.

Rocky emerged from the hall, coming towards me in his large, grey onesie, carrying more blankets and pillows. We had opted for simple heather grey ones, with white detail, as neither of us are too flashy, and most of the designs were all animal or Christmas themed.

They came with a hood and sure enough, my 6'3 man child was walking towards me with a satisfied grin on his face, and with his hood up. I laughed at the sheer absurdity and also softness in the situation.

“You look so cute!” I cooed at his sweet dimply face staring down at me. “And you as well baby. This was such a good idea.” There was amusement painted all over his voice. “I know right? Now let’s go, we’re going to be late.” I pecked his cheek and turned to the door.

When we arrived our outfits were a huge hit. Rydel freaked out when she saw us, saying how she’d wanted to match with Ell but couldn’t convince him to wear a unicorn-themed onesie. We were poked, prodded, asked, and complimented about the pair all night, but me and Rocky were just happy to be there, and happy to be together. We took pictures and selfies with everyone, ate brownie sundaes and popcorn all night, and most importantly, were wrapped up with each other and loved ones all night.

At the very end of the night, when everyone was dozing off, Rocky managed to sleepily mumble in my ear, “this was such a good idea y/n. I feel so much love and pride being with you, and I felt that these,” while he pointed to his pajama covered leg, “showed that in a way. I love you.” How he was so articulate I don’t know, because when I went to return his small speech with kisses and several whispered “I love you’s” I found his eyes had dropped shut and he was already on his way to being very fast asleep.

I smiled to myself and curled up in his arms thinking, if this is how simple it is to love and to show that love, then I could never want it any other way.

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sorry about the inactivity guys! school is kicking ma aaaaasssss. sigh. it's almost 3am and I have to be up in a few hours so I'm getting off now but I am working on a couple things and they will be up by the end of the week! promise.:) xx clifford

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Teach Me: Rocky Lynch Imagine

It was an ordinary night in the studio. You didn’t quite call quiet nights at Rocky and Ross’ home studio a date, but they did help satisfy your lonely heart when Rocky was too busy for a proper date. Today, Ross was at a charity event for the evening, so it was just Rocky bent over the computer desk at one end of the room, and you curled up on the couch at the other trying to get a little work of your own done. As you glanced around the room, his favorite guitar caught your eye. Although Rocky was much more attached to his laptop and recording equipment than any instrument, there was something magical about the moments when he was holding his guitar. It became part of him somehow giving voice to the music that you knew lived inside his heart. That thought reminded you of the yearning you had always had to have that same experience.

An idea in your head, you sprang from the couch and to Rocky’s side. You tapped his shoulder gently. “Babe?”

“Yes,” he replied his eyes still on the screen.

“Rocky,” you tried again. “I want you to teach me guitar.”

He hit a few final keystrokes before pushing his office chair out from the desk. “What did you just say?”

“I really want you to teach me guitar.”

He was silent for a moment and just looked at you. “________, you don’t have to learn guitar.”

“I know, but I want to. I love when you’re playing, and you’re lost in your own little world. I want that too. Will you teach me?”

“I could I guess…” he began.

“Please, please,” you said thankfully.

“But,” he continued. “you don’t need to learn guitar to have music. You already have it. I watch you grooving to it, and I can tell that it’s in here.” He tapped his chest gently with his fist.

“But it’s stuck in there, and I can’t get it out.”

“So you say because you’ve never watched yourself dance,” he laughed. “Come here.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit on his lap. “Tell you what, you think about it, and if your heart is still set on it, I’ll teach you to play.”

He wrapped his arms around you, and you leaned your head on his chest. “Thank you.”

“I love you even if you’re a demanding little brat,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice, but the words still stung just a little.

“Rocky,” you whined sitting up. “You’re the worst.”

He leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Best–the word you’re looking for is best.”

You put your hand on his chest and pushed him gently. “You egotistical too smart for your own good person.” You both laughed because you were so in love with him that that was the best you could come up with. “You’re wonderful actually,” you said. “I love you too.”

He said nothing but just put his arms around you and pulled you close.

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“Rocky,” you said opening the door of his house. “I’m here.” It was the day and time the two of you had decided on for your first guitar lesson, and you were more than a little excited.

You walked in and found Rocky in the kitchen making a sandwich. “Hey, you,” he said.

You stood by the counter trying to remain patient while you waited for him to finish. He put the top piece of bread on at last, took a bite, and wrapped the sandwich in a napkin before setting it down. He pulled you into a giant bear hug and kissed the top of your head. Letting go, he picked up the sandwich again and took another bite. “Let’s go,” he said perhaps a moment too soon.

You followed him into the studio where he grabbed a guitar and took a seat on the couch at the back of the room. He gestured for you to sit down beside him and began to play. Your ears perked up when you knew it was the little riff he always played when he picked up a guitar. It may have once been just a simple string of chords and notes, but it was part of him now and by extension you as well. You couldn’t hear it without thinking of him and being reminded of the love for him that filled your heart.

He stopped playing. “______,” he said to get your attention. “It’s your turn.” He held out the guitar to you.

You took it and placed it on your lap holding it carefully so it didn’t fall. “Help?” you pleaded feeling unsure about how to proceed.

Rocky stuck his left arm between you and the guitar moving until he had it around the neck of the guitar. “Look. This here on these two strings is E minor. Middle finger here and index finger here. You try it.” He wiggled his hand out of the way, and you put your hand into position.

“I’m ready,” you said confidently looking over at your boyfriend. He strummed across the strings and frowned. It sounded awful, and you felt your heart sink. “I can’t do this, Rocky.”

“Here,” he said. He took your hand in his and placed it around the guitar neck gently showing your fingers to the right strings and frets. “Push down as hard as you can.” He strummed again, and the most beautiful sound came out. You smiled happily, and he looked down at you and smiled too. You could tell that he was proud of you and that made you feel warm inside even if this guitar thing was proving harder than you expected.

“Try this,” he said showing you another chord. You looked carefully trying your best to learn the position of your fingers, but there were three of them this time, and you felt your head start to spin.

You held your hand out. “Show me?” Rocky took your hand again guiding each finger to its proper place. You pushed down with all your might, and he strummed. When his hand hit the strings, you were amazed by the sound coming from the guitar. It was magnificent and beautiful, and best of all, you were helping make it. He continued to strum, and pain shot through your fingertips. “Ouch!” You let go and shook out your hand.

“Hamburger fingers,” he laughed. “Happens to everyone.” He felt the end of his fingers with his thumb. “I’ve got calluses, and you’ll get them too if you keep practicing. Let’s give your hand a little break and do some strumming.”

He went over to a guitar case on the floor and pulled out a pick. “You hold it like this.” He showed you his grip.

You tried your hardest but still weren’t sure you were right. “Like this?”

He adjusted your hand. “There you go…..Switch sides. I’ll play the chords, and you’ll strum.” He moved over and you sat down on his right. “Just pull it straight across. Make sure you don’t miss a string.”

You tried, and your stroke was uneven. However, the sound was still to your liking. “That’s beautiful, Rocky,” you said giving voice to the happiness in your heart.

“Em6,” he said quietly. Music was always serious business to Rocky, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. “It’s pretty dope.“

“It is,” you agreed.

“Let’s try a song,” he suggested. “Just like this.” He showed you the strumming pattern with his hands. “Up down, up, down".

You did some air strumming along with him. “I think I got it.”

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“1, 2, 3, 4, play.”

You began. Focused on keeping your hand going, it took you a few moments to realize you were playing All Night. You felt a smile stretch across your face. Maybe this was rough, and you were only doing half the work, but you were already making music like you’d dreamed about. Your arm hurt when the song finished, but you really didn’t care.

“Let’s try the chords again,” Rocky said. “Your first job is to learn them.” He passed the guitar to you, and you looked for the first chord. After a few moments, you found it with it without any help from Rocky. You were getting better at this already. The second one was more of a struggle, but he adjusted your fingers and everything was good. You went back and forth again and again before eventually stopping. “I think I got it.”

Rocky took the guitar from you and put it away. “Follow me,” he said taking you out to the garage. Digging through the boxes in the corner, he eventually pulled out a guitar case. “You’ll need your own guitar so you can practice, but this’ll do until we can find you one.” He set it down in front of you.

You grabbed the handle of the case and felt empowered. Like Rocky had said, music was yours for the taking. You didn’t have to learn guitar for that, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to. The lesson though short had been very fun, and you didn’t see your guitar days coming to an end anytime soon. You looked down at the case and up at Rocky. “Thank you.”

He lead you to the living room. “It’s up to you now. Get that baby out and put her to work. That’s the only way to get better. And if you need anything, I’m here. Let me know when you’re ready for another lesson.”

“See you,” you said knowing Rocky probably needed to get back to work. “I’ve got to get home and practice again”.

“Love you, babe.” He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

“Love you too.” You walked away with a heart so light it felt like it could fly away. Music was yours forever regardless of whether or not this guitar playing thing was just a phase. But truly, you didn’t think it was. You might be terrible, but playing guitar was fun already. Besides, you knew it would be a long time before you forgot what it felt like to hold music not just in your heart but also in your hands. With Rocky, music genius of epic proportions, to guide you; you had no doubt that someday all your music dreams would come true.

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date a boy who gives you surprise back hugs

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do u ever just look at a picture of rocky and ur like I HATE you ROCKY and then you see another and ur like “UGH I LOVE YOU” and you scroll down more and ur like “PIN ME AGAINST THE WALL” my mood swings are not healthy

[softestrocky]

super happy with nothing else matters! requests are open so ask away! rocky smut is coming soon, hopefully within the next couple days. I haven't really been in the "mood" to write smut if you know what I'm sayin. but I'm really happy and excited to be writing regularly again so pls do send all your prompts yall!! xx clifford

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Hi love! Could you do a Ryland imagine where him and the reader are dating and they are cuddling backstage and someone records it and it goes into an R5TV and all of the fans ship them so hard and think they are really cute! Thanks! Sorry it’s so long 😂

hello sweet anon! I loved writing this, I think it’s adorable and I hope you think so as well! Thank you for requesting, prompts are open everyone! xx cliff

ps. y/s: your ship

Nothing Else Matters- Ryland fluff

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You had been on tour with Ryland for the last few weeks now. He had offered now that you had graduated school, and since you had the time, what better way to spend it than traveling the world with your boyfriend and his family?

It had been tough at first, what with the constant activity, the red eye flights, jet lag, and the lack of privacy, but in all it was so worth to be seeing all of these incredible places, with Ry by your side.

He would also perform in the shows as well, and you felt your heart beam with pride and joy seeing him on stage doing what he loved, every night.

When you weren’t helping backstage or watching Ryland, sometimes you happened to cuddle in the dressing rooms until the show was over.

And so there you were, on the couch awaiting the arrival of the rest of the loud, goofy team of band members. You rested your head on his shoulder and a sigh escaped you from pure relief and comfort. After being busy all day, it felt good to relax with him.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and the two of you held hands, resting them in his lap. “I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m so glad you’re here on tour with me babe. It’s been even better with you with me.” He spoke softly, and sincerely. You looked at him softly and peered into his loving gaze for a few moments. “I’m so happy I’m here with you too. It’s been so much fun, I’m having an amazing time. Thank you for bringing me, baby. I love you.” “I love you too.” He said contentedly as his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.

You lean in and share a soft kiss for a few seconds when you hear a quiet giggle. You pull away in confusion to find Rydel, hiding behind the cracked door to the room, holding her phone and filming your moment. “Dammit Rydel!!”

You giggled playfully and waved a passive hand at her. “I got it fair and square! That is sooo going on R5TV.” She continued to giggle gleefully, walking into the room and filming you and Ryland, who was pulling you closer in a protective manner.

“As long as everyone out there knows she’s mine, you can film us all day.” He said smugly, clearly boasting and showing you off for the camera. “That’s right,” you blush slightly and lean your head back into his shoulder, so at peace.

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A couple days later, you and Ryland were in your hotel room in bed, when you got a notification on your phone that a new R5TV was up. “Oh babe, Rydel uploaded a new episode.” You said pulling open your laptop, and opening YouTube.com. “Ooo ya, let’s see if she really put the clip of us in there,” he said leaning up to sit by you, peering over your shoulder into the laptop.

Sure enough, after a few minutes of other antics from the band, eating, laughing, and playing music, there was Rydel in her stage attire walking back from the show. She was talking about how the show went as she approached the door, and as she opened it she gasped quietly and immediately turned the camera to show you, and your boyfriend, looking very much in love on that couch.

As you continued watching you laughed in familiarity watching the scene play out, then scrolled to the comments. “Wow, Ryland and y/n are SO cute!!” “They are such a cute couple omgomgomgomg!!!!” “(y/s) for lifeee!!!!” you smiled reading the comments feeling good that everyone loved and approved of your relationship, but as you turned out the lights and curled into his warm side to sleep, you knew nothing else really mattered.

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before you request

here's a list of things I will not write so please do not ask for them! you will have to seek elsewhere. thank youuu.

- any form of mental illnesses, eating disorders, self harm, etc. that is portrayed in a way that romanticizes or demonizes these things.

- any situation of non-con, that being r*pe, s*xual ab*se, m*lestation, etc

- any sort of substance ab*se such as alcoholism, drug addiction, etc that romanticizes or demonizes these things.

- any form of situation that partakes in statutory r*pe, underage sex, grooming, or p*dophilia.

if you have any questions feel free to shoot them my way! these are things I feel very strongly about and do not under any circumstance want to write R5 into, in a romantic light or otherwise:) xx clifford

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I've recieved my first request!! dw sweet nonny, I've already got ideas for your imagine and it'll be up by Friday:) thanks for asking! prompts are open so ask away yall. xx clifford

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Rocky as a father would include

Insisting to do literally everything when the baby is first born

When the kids are old enough teaching them hockey

Having tea parties with them

Playing lots and lots of checkers

He would totally cry at all the milestones

Being super super protective of his kids

Not really putting them in the public eye

The kids would fight over who got to sit on his shoulders

Whichever kid did get to sit on his shoulders would be constantly giggling

Rocky being so excited if his kid showed an interest in music

When they were babies he would play guitar to soothe them when they cried

He would be that dad that all his kids friends would love

He would do any and everything to make his kids happy

Always doing something extravagant for birthdays

Always insisting that you two should have more kids

Here ya go anon that requested this I hope I t was okay