#imagine anthony kiedis

[so-much-for-stardust6]

School Bathroom- John Frusciante

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summary: your best friend adds your crush to your guys’ phone call and he hears you confess that you like him. you avoid him at school but he follows you into the bathroom.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: y/b/f means your best friend 🫶 also something that isn’t wes borland!!

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one of my favorite parts of school nights are the daily phone calls my best friend and i have to spill whatever gossip we heard.

“no fucking way?! the new girl kara?” i gasp.

today’s topic was how some football player was found cheating on his girlfriend with some new girl.

“yes way! in the girl’s locker room too! jenny’s friend found them, she said blake looked white as a ghost!” she laughs.

“did you hear jenny is gonna fight her tomorrow after school?”

“what no?”

“yeah, are you gonna go?”

“maybe.” i shrug.

i’m currently laying on my stomach with my feet in the air, eating some gummy candies.

“what if i told you that john is gonna be there, will that change your answer?”

“…maybe.” i felt my cheeks heat up.

she knows i have a fat crush on this kid in our grade named john. most of our gossip calls ended with me gushing on how good he looked at school.

“oh hold on, give me a second.” she suddenly says.

i hear the line go quiet, the background music she had on disappeared. i sat there eating my gummies as i wait for her return.

“okay i’m back.”

“where’d you go-“

“you need to make a move, y/n. time is running short, we’re graduating soon.” she says, cutting me off.

“if i could i would, y/b/n. but he is so out of my league.”

“you won’t know if you don’t try. i mean come on, imagine you two being the hottest couple in town! you’re both 18, you both drive AND he literally plays guitar in a band, i mean he’s the one.” she laughs.

“oh god, i know. i would honestly do anything to fuck him. just imagine how good he’d feel. ugh, why does he have to be so damn cute.” i whine out, flipping to lay on my back.

“i don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” i hear a smirk in her words.

“like at school? no way.”

“no, she means right now.” i suddenly hear a deep voice say.

my heart drops once i realize who it is. she fucking added john to the call?!

“y/b/n!” i shout before slamming my phone down.

at that point i was sitting up, breathing fast as my heart raced. he heard me say i’d fuck him. i was so dreading on going to school tomorrow.

~time skip to tomorrow~

i kept my head low and my pace quick as i walked into school. i went into the other entrance today to avoid john. obviously i knew his schedule so i also avoided the places he’d be at. it was finally lunch time and i went to find y/b/n. i see her sitting at our usual lunch table, munching on her food like nothing.

“i genuinely fucking hate you.” i say as i slam my backpack onto the table.

“hello to you too.” she smiles.

“you added john to the call?! are you insane?!” i whisper yell.

“he has to know sooner or later, y/n. it’ll eventually be too late to shoot your shot and then boom, you’ll never see him again.”

“i-i guess but i was not ready! he literally heard me say i’d fuck him, i’m so fucking embarrassed.” i shove my face into my hands.

“well eat up and be embarrassed, we don’t get much time for lunch.”

i mimic her as i take out my lunch. we sat there chatting about what happened in our class and whatnot. once i was done eating, i realized i had sauce all over my hands. i grimace at the sight and excused myself to the bathroom. i decided to go to the bathroom that was far from where john would be, the one basically no one goes to. i push it open with my elbows and immediately go to the sink. it was surprisingly clean in here but like i said, people rarely come in here. all of a sudden i had the urge to pee. i groan in annoyance as i rush into the stall and do my business. i heard the door creak open but i think nothing of it. i finish up my business and head back to the sink to wash my hands. i was looking down at my hands as i wash them so i didn’t notice the person approach me from behind.

“have you been avoiding me?” the person spoke out.

i scream out and jump, turning around quickly to come face to face with the person. i swore my heart stopped once i recognize who it was.

“j-john? why are you in here? i-“

“are you?” he pushes his question again.

i gulp and avoid his gaze, awkwardly shifting my feet.

“i don’t know why y/b/n did that, i’m so sorry.”

“sorry for what, baby?” the nickname made my stomach flip.

“for-for saying i’d fuck you..”

“what would you wanna do to me?” his voice goes low.

he steps closer to me and i squeeze my thighs shut at the rising feeling between them. he leans over me, hands on the counter on either side of me.

“what?” i breathe out, not wanting to believe this is happening.

“what do you think of when you imagine us fucking? i know you do.” he cautiously placed his hands on my hips.

he looks down at them, his eyes looking back up at me to see if his touch is okay. i softly bite my lip and slightly nod, a smile plastered on his face.

“i think of me and you, in my bed, making out. i’m slowly grinding against you and your strong hands are feeling my body. i imagine when we fuck you’re stretching me out so good that i’m crying your name. is that what you wanna know?” all awkwardness left my body as i stare up at him.

i heard him softly groan at my words, lower body moving closer to me.

“i’ve been waiting for you to say something. this entire year i’ve had my eyes on you, i want you as much as you want me. i want you to be mine, y/n. be mine..” he was now leaning down to my ear, his hot breath fanning against it.

“fuck-i’m all yours john..” i tilt my head to the side and whine out.

we stood there, breathing heavily in one another’s presence.

“john?”

“yes?”

“i need you. now..” i nearly whine out.

his head snaps up to look me in the eyes.

“are you serious?”

“dead.”

he didn’t hesitate to smash his lips to mine. it was rough and our teeth clashed. he shoved me onto the sink counter and stood between my legs. my hands were in his hair and on his face, gripping and pushing him closer to me. i slowly felt his fingers move their way towards the button of my pants, hesitantly tugging it.

“can i?” he mumbled onto my lips.

i only nodded, not having enough strength to speak. his fingers trembled as he slowly unbuttoned them, dipping his hand inside. my stomach twisted and turned as he went deeper inside my pants to the one spot i need him at.

i buckled up my hips as a pathetic way to add friction. he listened to my body language and connected his fingertips with my clit. he slowly rubbed me, dipping his fingers into my core to collect my juices.

“you’re so fucking wet for me..” he moans onto my lips.

he pulls away from the kiss for a second to focus on my pants, grabbing the hem of them to start pulling them down. i cooperated with him and helped him shove them down to my ankles. his brain became cloudy when he saw the wet spot on my underwear, knowing he did that to me. he pushed my underwear to the side and he immediately felt his dick get hard. he intensely watched as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. one hand grabbed onto the arm of the hand that was fingering me while the other gripped the counter. i had my head thrown back, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. soft little moans escaped my swollen lips and echoed in the empty bathroom.

he held back from kissing my neck because he knew he’d end up marking me. he brought his free hand up to my neck and lightly squeezed. that provoked me to moan louder as he pumped faster. i knew he was a guitarist but i was still shocked at how good he was. i probably sounded and looked so pathetic as he fingered me. i was a mess for him and rightfully so. my brain was all over the place trying to process all the pleasure i’m feeling and all the emotions with the fact that he likes me back. i’ve actually never really seen him play guitar but from this i can tell he’s damn good at it. his fingers were long and slender so he was able to perfectly hit my g-spot. i trembled as he did, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. my stomach tightened with pleasure and i moaned out his name.

“you close?” he hums.

“mhm..” i whine out.

my grip on his arm becomes tighter as i feel myself getting closer.

he lets go of my neck and bends down to be face to face with my core. without any warning, he began lapping up my juices. i cry out as i grab onto his hair, riding myself against his face. i immediately cum all over his face, forcing his head closer to me. he pulls away with a goofy grin on his face, which was covered in my wetness.

“you taste so fucking good..” he mumbles out before dipping his head back down.

he laps at me again, quite literally slurping me up, the noise echoing in the bathroom. as i was reaching my second orgasm he pulled away, licking his lips.

“let me clean you up, baby.” he got up and walked to a stall to grab some toilet paper.

i quickly noticed the very prominent boner pressing against the fabric of his pants. an idea popped into my head and i had to act quick on it. i jump off the counter and shove my pants back up and rushed to the stall he was in. he was about to walk out but i shoved him back inside and locked the door.

“y/n? what are you-“ he cut himself off when i palmed him.

“you’re hard. you need to relieve yourself, johnny. can i help?”

“fuck..yes please..” he buckled his hips up towards me.

i didn’t waste anytime to pull his pants and boxers down, his dick springing free. i spat onto my hand and began pumping him. he dropped his head against the stall wall, his adam’s apple prominent. i knew we didn’t have much time left of lunch and y/b/n was probably looking for me so i put him in my mouth. i bobbed my head up and down at my own pace but he eventually grabbed onto my hair and face fucked me. i sat there, on my knees, as he fucked my face in a bathroom stall. my hands rested on his thighs, squeezing them a bit when it got hard to breathe. john’s actions came to a halt when we heard the door open and multiple voice boom out throughout the room. i was expecting us to call it quits and wait for them to leave but john started thrusting again. he went slower this time so i wouldn’t make any noises. he bit onto his bottom lip in order to keep himself quiet.

the girls who entered were most likely standing in front of the mirror since i heard them talking about fixing up stuff. i was hoping they wouldn’t see two different people in a stall in the mirror. and me being on my knees makes it very obvious to what is happening. i saw a little bit of john’s v cut causing me to slightly moan out and get wet again. he got a little more and more confident that the girls wouldn’t hear us so he went faster and harder, choking me whenever the tip would hit the back of my throat. tears welled up in my eyes and slipped down my cheeks but i didn’t care, i actually kinda liked it. the tip of my nose kept hitting his skin, his dick now as far as it could go in my throat. he was struggling to hold in his moans, his hands getting restless. the girls inside giggled loudly before the sound of shoes got faint and the door closed. john immediately started moaning loudly, needing to release it all. the way he sounded was a blissful thing to hear. his hips stuttered a bit, his rhythm becoming messy.

“i-i’m cl-close…” he cried out.

i hummed around him to signal that i heard his words. his gripped my hair tighter when i did that, his orgasm literally right there. i hummed once more which sent him over the edge. he arched his back as he stopped his movements. hot spurts of his cum coated my throat. once he was done cumming, he pulled me off of him. i had tears stained all over my cheeks, my eyes bloodshot red. i opened my mouth to show him his cum that sat on my tongue before swallowing it.

“god, you’re so fucking hot.” he groaned out.

i chuckle at his words as i grab some toilet paper to clean him up. i discarded the paper into the toilet and flushed.

“maybe i should follow you into bathrooms more often.” he joked.

“or maybe you could be my boyfriend and we can do this whenever and wherever we want?” i slyly said, a certain look in my eyes.

“are you asking me out, y/n?” he teases.

“yes i am, unless you don’t want me to then i-“

he cut me off by softly kissing me this time.

it was sweet and slow, completely the opposite of how we kissed earlier. i smiled into the kiss, causing him to smile as well. he pulls away with a genuine smile on his face, cheeks slightly rosy.

“i’m taking that a yes?” i giggle.

“yes ma’am.”

i place one last kiss on his lips before exiting the stall.

“lunch is almost over so i should get back to y/b/n, she’s probably looking for me.”

“alright i’ll call you after school, okay?” he grabs onto my hands and looks down at me.

“but you don’t have my number?”

“y/b/n.” he chuckled.

“god damn that bitch.” i mutter.

john laughs once again before kissing my cheek.

“talk to you later, beautiful.” he lets go of my hands and slips out the door.

i stood there with a smile on my face, heart swelling with emotion. i left the bathroom and made my way back to y/b/n.

“where the fuck were you at? how long does it take to wash off your hands? lunch is literally almost over.” she complains.

“sorry, i got caught up with something.” i sit down, packing up my lunch.

“were you crying? what happened? who said something?” worry immediately flooding her eyes.

“no one said anything. i’ll tell you later tonight, okay?”

“okay…” she furrows her eyebrows before going back to her food.

“oh, you forgot to button your pants.” she points.

i mentally curse myself as i quickly button it. i look back at her but my focus immediately went behind her. john stood there with his friends, laughing about whatever. john’s eyes looked around and landed on mine, a smile was quick to form on his face. he waved to me which made me smile and wave back. she noticed me waving and turned around.

“you’re talking to john? what happened when you were gone..?” she eyed me.

thankfully the lunch bell rang, everyone started to walk to class.

“like i said, you’ll know later.” i wink at her before getting up and going to class.

“y/n?! what the fuck does that mean?!”

[aishnico]

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."

[pearlnchains]

Hi!

I’m not sure if your requests are loaded with asks but could you maybe do a John Frusciante x Female Reader where she spends a lot of time with cats and he gets jealous of the attention? Thank you for your time :333

hi, you sweet angel!! this is actually my first ask, so if you have any other ideas, send them my way! thank youuu, I hope you enjoy. 🫶🏻

john had been busy in his home studio for weeks working on his latest solo project. you were used to his love of music and the time he devoted to it. it's part of what you loved about him, his talent and drive.

your relationship with john was secure, full of love, understanding and respect. you had your own things and he had his. but lately, your time with john was becoming less. and in that time, with your shared pets in your beloved cats, they were missing john too and came to you for extra attention.

evenings were spent huddled on the couch with the cats as you watched movies, faint guitar sounds in the background. john would emerge periodically for food, placing a kiss on your head each time as he passed by you.

a few days of this routine went by, until the guitar playing became less and john appeared more. the cats became accustomed to their extra time with you, so when john landed right in the middle of them on your lap, they were surprised by his presence. john nuzzled his head into your chest as your fingers threaded through his hair, "hi baby."

you giggled out a response as he melted into you, "hi. long time no see."

john looked up to you with puppy dog eyes, "I'm sorry." He knew that you understood his life and passion for music but it would be unfair to expect you to be totally okay with it all the time, and he knew he needed to apologize for his extra absence.

"It's okay, baby. you were doing your thing, I had the cats to keep me company."

john snorted a laugh, turning to glare at the nearest feline, "Yeah, looks like it. every time I came out here, they were snuggled with you. and when I carried you to bed the other night, they hissed at me and took my spot in bed. taking you away from me."

laughter erupted from your chest, jostling the both of you, "john, you can't possibly be jealous of the cats. they missed you too. I'm all yours."

john leaned up, arms caging around your head until he leaned down, lips hovering over yours, "you better be. I love you."

"I love you too, john. "

[unlimitedlust]

The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

This story was a request by an anon, and I hope I made justice to their imagination.

Warnings: Lots and lots of smut as always, masturbation, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie, aftercare, Noah’s chain living rent free in my mind.

Once again: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

WC: 2.8K

Final reminders: requests are open with Noah, but they may have an expiration date because I tend to have writer’s block with people I see in real life (that happened back in my teenage years with Anthony Kiedis and last year with Till Lindemann), so since I’m seeing Bad Omens this October, my stories with Noah might come to an end after this date, so if you have anything in mind, feel free to contact me, I’m all ears!!!

Please, if you enjoy it, don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!!

End of Author’s Note

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You missed him.

You texted each other daily, but you missed waking up to his beautiful voice singing random songs around the house, ordering take out food for anime marathon nights, fighting over ps5 games and even the bickering you had with each other on occasion.

But that’s the cost of being a world wide famous rockstar roommate.

You and Noah were friends for a few years now and even though the idea of being roommates was a temporary thing at the beginning, the dynamics between the two of you worked out so great you just settled with it, even though you already were financially stable enough to have your own place.

But honestly, that was just an excuse you kept repeating to yourself in order to deny the sparkles in your chest every time you saw him, every time you were with him or even thought about him.

You were friends and you never let those sparkles ignite inside you because you didn’t want to ruin it all and lose him.

However, being away from him for months now was driving you insane, and the fact he still had a couple of months on the road until he came back got you climbing up the walls in agony.

It took you his long absence to acknowledge that those sparks were actually a wildfire being kept under control by his presence.

And today you missed and wanted him so much you found yourself in his bedroom, rummaging through his clothes. You soon found one of his favorite hoodies to wear while home and put it on immediately, reveling in the smell of his cologne that lingered.

You studied his bed covered by a dark comforter and you couldn’t help but to wonder what is it like to have him there, unholy thoughts taking over your mind in record speed as you got all hot and bothered only by contemplating his bed and all the ways you’d crave for him to have you there.

You sprawled on his bed and a wicked idea came into your head as heat pooled between your legs.

Your hand found its way down your center while Noah’s image painted itself in your head. The first touch, despite being delicate, followed by a wave of pleasure spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

You closed your eyes and from there on, in your mind he was there with you. Those were his fingers instead of yours.

You imagined the way his thin nose would run up your neck before he kissed and nipped on it, the sinful ways his slender tattooed fingers would explore the curves on their way up your body until he wrapped them around your neck, choking you as he bottomed you out looking in your eyes.

Those thoughts alone were enough to make your fingers work harder on your nerve bud as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs from underneath his hoodie, his name leaving your lips in lascive whimpers as you got dangerously close to your orgasm in record speed, your hips shamelessly moving in sync with your hands for an extra shot of pleasure.

You were so concentrated and so close to your climax you didn’t hear the front door opening downstairs, nor the steps coming up the stairs and then halting by the bedroom door at the sight of you.

Noah, who’d came home earlier during a few days break to surprise you, was hypnotized not only by watching you fuck yourself off, but also by the way his name slipped out of your lips in filthy moans, and his pants seemed to get incredibly tight in matter of seconds.

He couldn’t help but to palm himself over his dark jeans, while he leant his other arm on the door jamb to get more comfortable to watch that show in front of him, his eyes switching from your lips chanting his name, to your hand on your breasts underneath his hoodie and to the hand inside your shorts, dying take them off and bury himself deep in you, to get coated in your slick, to feel you clenching around him.

He wanted to join you. He wanted you.

So when he realized you were a few strokes away from your orgasm, he cleared his throat to make his presence known, making you jump as you covered yourself, mortified that you’d been caught by him, your whole face burning in shame as you dropped your gaze, unable to take the smallest look at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry” Your apology came out as a whisper.

“I’m not” He licked his lips causing you to throb.

Noah closed the door behind himself and stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he raked his eyes over your figure. He’d never looked at you like that, at least you’d never noticed, but at that very moment you were sure he also wanted you to be more than just his friend.

Still you decided to play dumb, you never thought you’d reach that point with him and now that he’d already caught you hands on, you wanted to see what he would do next.

“I’m so sorry, Noah, I shouldn’t have come to your room like that I…” He cut you off.

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes”

“Then show me”

His words went straight to your core and your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d collapse in front of him.

“How?”

“Come here”

He motioned with his hand as you crawled on the bed towards him, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on your knees before him.

He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your lips, tugging on your lower lip, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you lick the pad of his thumb, twirling your tongue around it as he pushed his finger inside your mouth.

“I always knew you’d look good in my bed”

His confession made your blood run faster through your veins as he brought your head closer to his body, making you bend forwards as his fingers slid to the back of your head, entangling in your hair, your mouth now only inches away from the very evident bulge inside his pants.

Your hands went straight to his waistband, hooking your fingers on it as your eyes asked silently for his permission, which came with a reassuring nod in less than a second.

You pulled his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his very hard manhood right in front of your face, and knowing that he felt the same way towards you got you eager to show him how much you wanted him, how much you fantasized about him, how much you craved for him.

You flattened your tongue on the base of his underside, running it slowly all the way to his tip, twirling your tongue around it just like you’d done with his finger, making him let out a gasp as you kept on teasing his tip.

One of your hands moved up his thigh towards his shaft, holding onto its base as your lips wrapped around his tip and you started to bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks every time on their way back as your hand stroked the parts your mouth couldn’t fit in just yet.

But you’d make him fit.

Noah gritted his teeth when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again as you fought your gag reflex, so hot by his reactions and by him getting close to his climax, twitching against your tongue, you just didn’t care.

When you were about to pull out a bit for some air, Noah kept you in place and thrust his hip forwards, going so deep your nose touched his pubic zone as he fucked your face. Despite being overwhelmed by the rhythm and the depth he was reaching, you couldn’t help but to squeeze your thighs together desperate for some friction as you almost came by how erotic having him fucking your face was.

“I’m… Fuck…” Noah tried to pull out as he was clearly at his limit, but this time you were the one to keep him in.

“In my mouth please” You whimpered against his cock.

Your plea along with your hollowed cheeks was enough for him to buck his hips and spill in your tongue and down your throat in hot spurts, the moan coming from his lips in such a sinful tone got you aching between your legs.

You swallowed every drop of his spent and then wiped away the saliva on the corner of your lips as he watched you mesmerized with glazed eyes.

“Take off your clothes” He commanded, still a bit breathless, while he finished stripping off of his own, the sight of his tattoo covered body in front of you made your mouth go dry as he kneeled on the bed before you, leading you to lay down as he appreciated the view.

Noah spread your legs open and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening slick running down your folds and wetting his bed.

“You always get this wet thinking about me when I’m gone baby?”

Your cheeks burned and all you could do was nod as he now hovered over you, lips so close to yours you could already feel them. Even after having him deep in your throat and swallowing his load you felt shy, and he knew that, he knew you so well you couldn’t hide any emotions from him.

“Would it help if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you like this for a very good while?”

He peppered kisses from your jaw to your neck, sending shivers through your skin as you closed your eyes and revelled in the feel of his soft lips against such a sensitive area.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve got hard just with the thought of you” He nipped on your chin and your eyes met again “Why do you think I came home earlier? I just couldn’t stay another second away from my girl”

His lips claimed yours in a breathtaking kiss, his tongue danced against yours erotically, eagerly, as if he was trying to make up for the time lost, as if he wanted to show you through that kiss how much he wanted and desired you.

“Fuck, Noah…” Your mind was foggy, you couldn’t process if his revelations were real or if you were having another wet dream with him.

“I will, but not yet”

He nibbled on your lower lip and traveled down your body, his tongue teasing and his teeth grazing and swirling over your nipples languidly on his way down before he settled himself between your legs, eyes trained on your dripping pussy.

“I need to finish what you started first”

Noah wasted no time on burying his face in you, his tongue expertly eating you out and collecting all of your arousal before he focused on your swollen clit, swirling hard circles on it, making you claw the sheets and moan out his name as he’d found your most sensitive spot in matter of seconds.

Never letting up on the work with his tongue and lips, he slid a finger inside you, immediately going for that magic spongy spot and how quick he found it made you gasp with the added wave of pleasure, the knot on your lower stomach ready to snap at any moment at that pace.

Once he realized he got you where he wanted, Noah added a second finger inside you and placed his free hand between your hip bones and below your navel, pressing down on it as he intensified both the work with his tongue and fingers, making you arch your back upwards and cry out in pleasure with a new found kind of pleasure bubbling up inside.

It all felt too much, too strong, too intense, the way his mouth and his fingers worked on you, along with the pressure on your lower belly made you snap in a way you never did before, your body trembling hard as electric shocks ran through your veins as you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure, felt yourself, for the first time in your life, squirt from such an intense experience.

The sight of him between your legs, all disheveled, face wet with your fluids and blissed out expression on his face almost made you cum again.

“How did you just do that?” You asked flabbergasted and he hovered over you again and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’d never had it before?” He asked amused and proud of himself.

“No”

“Better get used to it then”

You shivered at his promise and kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands entangling your fingers in his dark locks as the other ran down his back, feeling his muscles flexing as he settled himself between your legs, feeling him hard again as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal, earning small cries out of you due to how sensitive you still were.

His hands traveled over your body, from your legs around his hips, through your breasts to the back of your head as he devoured you in a breathtaking kiss.

The way he ground against you, skipping your opening every time on purpose just to tease you, got you clawing on his back in impatience as you moved your hips trying to meet him.

“Noah please” You breathed out, desperate to feel him inside you.

“On one condition” He lined his tip against your entrance “Eyes on me. Understand?”

“Yes, please pl…” Your pleading was interrupted by a loud gasp from your lungs as he finally pushed in, a low grunt coming from his lips as he sank himself inside you, your thigh walls making him grit his teeth as bottomed you out slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck”

He mumbled as he started to thrust his hips, hard and steady, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and pushing himself all the way in every time making you roll your eyes back with each slam.

“Eyes. On. Me” He commanded as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him as he intensified his movements and sped up his pace, turning you into a moaning mess under him as he claimed you with every thrust.

To watch him there, on top of you, the chain around his neck dangling over your face as he fucked you raw, plus the feeling of his cock rubbing all the right places inside you got you climbing to the top of the mountain of ecstasy for your next free fall.

Even your best dreams didn’t come close to how amazing he felt in reality, and that realization got you seeing stars as each pound.

Feeling the way your walls clenched around him, Noah stood up straight sitting on his knees and pulled you closer, putting your calves on his chest and shoulders as he held you against him with your thighs on his abs as he kept slamming himself in you, the new position and the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure as he now set a frantic pace.

You tried helplessly to hold onto the headboard but it was no use when shockwaves spread over your veins again and your body started to quiver against him as the tight knot on your stomach snapped violently, sending you over the edge as you moaned out his name in pure bliss, the feel of your climax against himself making him cum with you, the way he twitched inside you emptying himself out in long hot spurts taking your high to another level at how erotic and sensual it all felt.

Seeing Noah before you, cheeks red, hair strands damp in sweat as he pulled out of you and watched his cum running out of you with a grin on his face almost had you ready for another round as you, exhausted, admired him with raw passion in your eyes after everything you’d just done.

He bent down to kiss you tenderly before he got out of the bed to his bathroom, coming back for you moments later with a towel in his hands, cleaning you as he peppered small kisses randomly over you, cherishing every bit of you while he finally got you clean.

He snuggled up in the bed by your side and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead as he held you tightly against his chest.

“You have know idea how long I’ve been dreaming about you like this here with me” He confessed lovingly, running his fingers up and down your arms.

“Bet you weren’t expecting such a welcome party when you decided to come home earlier” You joked, loving the way his laughter rumbled from his chest against your head.

“If I knew it I’d come home sooner” He breathed out in tiredness “I have something I need to ask you”

“What?” You questioned back, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Come with me for the rest of the tour?”

[palomahasenteredthechat]

"If anyone has been following the Chappell Roan chronicles, she’s had some fan encounters that weren’t entirely friendly on her side. JQ is polite, from what I’ve heard and seen. I’ve also heard he’s not what you’d call warm or engaging. He’s polite. And that’s all anyone can expect, although we’d all certainly wish for more." - auntiegrogus response

it seems like chappell has had to deal with a lot of the same shit that joe has had to, and i think she just won't accept the stalking/harassment. i don't believe i've heard of any unfriendly fan interactions that fans have received from her, other than the ones who cross boundaries. but she knows when to set boundaries, it seems like he does not. which is interesting because he has mentioned that fans scare him, there's been the stalking stuff, etc. but why has he never addressed that stuff? like it's interesting that he'll kind of hint at it, but will never fully address it. chappell will tell a "fan" to their face that they're making her uncomfortable or that their behavior is unacceptable, but joe will send other people (his friends) to tell someone to leave him alone. like in italy when he has being stalked, his friends had to tell fans to leave him alone, in malta the security that was with pedro & joe (pedro's security) had to tell them to leave. which i know that's what security is there for, and i understand that him being stalked or harassed also affects friends or family that are close to him, but i'm saying in general, it's always someone on his behalf telling them to leave him alone, rather than himself setting clear boundaries with fans. setting boundaries doesn't always come out politely, but if you continuously disrespect someone, i don't think they have a right to your kindness either. i'm a fan of joe, but like grogu said, he's polite. he is simply putting up with it and i imagine after a while of just simply putting up with it, one starts to grow some resentment and becomes a bit jaded because of it. it seems like most celebrities share that at some point tho, so i don't think it's anything to take personal.

I think this is an interesting take.

Some people don't have assertive personalities. So maybe the ability to say 'stop that please', or as an anon shared about Anthony Kiedis 'No' (why is this hilarious) just isn't the way he is wired. Maybe he's always accommodating. But that does lead to resentment over time.

No one is going to stick up for you if you don't stick up for yourself first.

[sbrown82]

I still don't get why Mick treated Marsha so badly. All that because she asked him for many and to take responsibility for their daughter when he was the one who asked for a baby? the things he did were beyond cruel especially when she helped him so much. Out of all his girlfriends they seemed to have the most in common but not sure the world was ready to see Mick jagger with a black woman

I don't understand what his problem is either. And she did EVERYTHING for him, everything! She loved him and he shit on her, for no real reason at all. Mick Jagger is a lunatic! Like, he was really out here doing the absolute most. What's ironic is he's the one who chased her, showed up at her damn house unannounced, asked her out, and begged her to have his child. She even asked him, "Is this really what you want to do?" And he said "Yes." The fool even made her take out her birth control and everything and then completely abandoned her. He's fucking crazy!!!

And it's true, they do have lot of things in common. It's unbelievable. They're both known for their long, wild hair and outrageous stage presence. Both are super educated (Marsha went to Berkeley in the 60s which was like the mecca and Mick went to the London School of Economics). He loves rock & roll, she loves rock & roll - they even both got their start with the exact same guy, Alexis Korner in England. They were both on this free-love, bohemian lifestyle when they met and neither of them ever really wanted to be married. Don't even get me started with the amount of friends that they share. Literally all his friends ....are her friends too!

Elton John with Mick and Marsha:

Sting with Mick and Marsha:

Roger Daltrey from The Who with Mick and Marsha:

Anthony Kiedis of The Red Hot Chilli Peppers with Mick and Marsha:

Merry Clayton, the Black soul singer who sang on the Rolling Stones' hit "Gimme Shelter" is also friends with Marsha:

And there's a whole lot more friends they share in common. They were damn near perfect for each other!

But could you imagine if the world had found out that Mick Jagger, the biggest rockstar and the most famous white man in the world, had fathered a child with a Black woman in 1970? Them little white girls all across the globe would've lost their shit. If you think they treat Meghan Markle bad, imagine how they would've treated Marsha! ☕️

[exsqueezememacaroni]

Can you imagine....if anthony kiedis wasn't such an asshat, and if mike wasn't so sensitive, every show from 1992 through now probs would have been performed with a shirtless mike

[returntosaturn271995]

Sunday, March 31st: Perfect Reset

Goals/Purpose/ Today's Action/Gratitude

Reading:

Opening up your mind, Imagination, art, truth, knowledge, peace

Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis

LibGen, Libraries, Book Stores

Writing

Living the examined life, comedy, accountability, art, identity

To-do lists, quotes, notes app

Notebooks, Tumblr, and Writing Software

Cooking

Joy, nourishment, expanding my palette, giving to others, health

Pork Chops with balsamic glaze and farrow with brussell sprouts

Having the money for healthy food, Grocery delivery, whisking

Political Awareness

Staying connected to world, passionate about issues bigger than myself

Crooked + Watching the News

Crooked Media, Jon Stewart, Jon Oliver, Seth Meyers

Loving Relationships

The core of what it means to be alive and human, goodness

Calling family

Makenna, Mom, Lauren, Dad, Zach, Ashley, Maddy, Kiera, Kendall, Monika, The Book Club, my coworkers

Getting Outside

Natural beauty, health, meditation, peacefulness, digital detox

Walking to get my pedicure

The ocean, Kate Sessions, the bay, the bay area, lakes, redwood trees

Dressing w/ Style

Self-expression, creativity, self-confidence

Purple mini skirt suit and white long sleeve, white slides, simple necklace with pearl, pony tail

Fashion pass, extra funds, places to go

Cleaning

Health, environment, self-esteem, self-respect, productivity

Dishes, laundry, trash

Grove Cleaning supplies, vaccums, washing machines and dishwashers

Organization at work

Co-workers, making an impact, money, impact, self-esteem

Power Hour emailing

Excel, amazing opportunities, Box, Sally, Julia, Katie

Yoga

Health, flexibility, spiritual fulfillment, patience, breathing, looks

10-20 minutes of stretches before bed

daily yoga, my body, progress

Meditation

Mental peace and focus, spiritual fulfillment, sanity, kindness, fortitude

Daily Calm, Daily Trip

Calm App, meditation cushions and incense, green room

Comedy

Joy, self-confidence, natural skill

comedians, notes app, open mics

Hydration/Sobriety

Health- physical, mental, spiritual, and sheer vanity

Tea

Loose leaf tea, coffee, nespresso

Skincare

Health, beauty, youth

Hydration, sunscreen, serums, night cream

Modern knowledge, patience for a routine

New Experiences/Travel

Reading new book, trying a new pedicure place, wearing a new outfit, listening to a new meditation, designing a new room, trying a new tea, Denver at the end of the month

Cardio

Mental health, fortitude, looking and feeling amazing, run club

Nike Run Club, running shoes, being near the beach

Sleep

Reset

no tech after 10:30

Books, not having a night shift, wonderful bed

Home Decor

Health, environment, self-esteem, self-respect, productivity, art, beauty, personal style

Buying things for the green room

Amazon, art, plants, Society 6

[bitsmag]

Red Hot Chilli Peppers no cinema

Filme vai contar história de Anthony Kiedis, vocalista dos Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Filme vai contar história de Anthony Kiedis, vocalista da banda A autobiografia de Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue, é o ponto de partida do filme que está sendo desenvolvido pelos estúdios Universal e a produtora Imagine Entertainment, de Brian Gazer. O livro concentra-se principalmente no começo da carreira do cantor e produtor musical, nos anos 70 e 80. O pano de fundo é a cena punk de Los…

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Guitar Solo- John Frusciante

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summary: you’re john’s wife and the peppers invite you to do a guitar solo on stage with them.

lowercase intended & not proof read

warnings: none

a/n: this was requested by @leongoretzkasolar thank you sm for requesting 🙏 i’m sorry it’s a bit short but i hope u like it :) and whenever i think of john solo’s i think of scar tissue slane castle, it’s such a good solo.

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i sat in my dressing room fixing up my hair. i was a bit nervous honestly, even thought i’ve been on stage many times. it’s just this time i’ll be on stage with my husband’s band, red hot chili peppers. my wonderful husband, john, has invited me on stage to collab with them for a song. i took a deep breath and just thought of good things. i heard a little knock at the door causing me to jump a bit at the sound.

“come in!”

i watch in the mirror as the door opens and my husband’s head peeks through.

“hey hon.” he smiled.

“hey..” i smile.

“you okay? you seem quiet, the guys are asking for you.” he fully comes in and closes the door, making his way towards me.

“yeah yeah, i-i’m just a bit nervous.” i chuckle a bit.

“why? you’re a musician, you’ve been on stage so many times before.” he walked up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“i know i know, i think it’s cause it’s you guys. the peppers are insanely popular so it’s just way more people than i’m used to.”

john nodded, understanding what i’m saying. he began to message my shoulder to try and relax me, something he always does when i’m stressed.

“that’s exactly how i felt back when blood sugar got big. i was used to us playing small shows, nothing as crazy as what we did after. just don’t focus on the quantity of the crowd, hon.”

i replay his words in my mind and dissect them. i let out a breath of relief and nodded, gulping nervously.

“yeah, okay.”

“you ready? we’re on soon.”

“yeah.” i smile brightly.

i looked at him through the mirror, his face brightened with his beautiful smile.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, john.”

he kisses the top of my head and backs away from my chair to allow me to get up. we exit the room and go towards the side of the stage to meet up with the guys. they do their pre show stuff before their intro music plays. my heart rate increases as the ending of the intro nears. i wasn’t immediately going on but i couldn’t help but be nervous.

“you’re going to do great.” john tells me, grabbing my hands.

i nod and weakly smile, bringing his hands up to my lips to kiss them. he smiles at me and presses a kiss to my cheek. the guys expect anthony all piled onto the stage and waved to the crowd.

“don’t be nervous, y/n. you’re the baddest motherfucker i know, you’re gonna kill it out there.” he patted my back.

“thanks tony.”

“no problem.”

we watched as the guy did their intro jam before it was time for tony to join them on stage to play dani california.

i stood there and watched their set, hearing them play soul to squeeze and suck my kiss was the best. my guitar tech finally gave me my guitar which meant it was time to go on. we all agreed for me to do a solo with john on scar tissue, one of my favorite songs. i looked at the setlist and saw it was next after tippa my tongue. i took a deep breath as the song ended. i looked at john for the cue as i was the one to start the song. i saw his finger move towards me and i instantly started playing. i felt incredibly nervous walking out onto stage, heating the loud cheers from the fans causing my adrenaline to race. tony started singing as i stopped playing, john taking over. i stood next to him and counted the beats to make sure when i come in. i listen to john sing the backing vocals and my heart warms up. it was time for the first solo to come up and i was gonna play it. i thought of john’s words and exhaled before playing the solo. (just imagine john’s scar tissue solo from slane castle)

i had my eyes closed as i played, my fingers moving on their own practically. i hear john lightly play his part as i play my solo. i finish up my solo and let john take over, my eyes slowly opening. i look behind me and see chad smiling brightly at me, giving a nod. i smile back and watch john play. it was now john’s turn to play his solo and he absolutely kills it like always. john has always inspired me, even before we got married, and never fails to surprise me when he plays. his musical mind is interesting and i’m glad he lets me know it. once the song finished, tony spoke on the mic.

“everyone give it up for the talented y/n frusciante!!” he points over to me.

flea screams into the mic which causes me to laugh. i wave at the crowd and blow air kisses to them, something i’ve always done.

“i told you you’re gonna do great.” john tells me.

“i love you!” i say back.

he smiles at me before bringing me in for a kiss. john is never one for pda or paparazzi but i guess he felt different this time. i kiss back and smile into it as i hear the crowd go crazy. i pull away and wink at him before leaving stage. i hand my guitar over to my guy and everyone congratulated me on my solo, saying i did awesome. i stayed backstage to wait for john when the show ended. give it away eventually comes on and i watch the crowd go crazy. everyone in the pit bouncing up and down, screaming along to the lyrics. i smile at the sight. they finish the song and they all say their goodbyes, chad throwing his sticks to the crowd. john gives his guitar to his tech guy before coming straight to me. he brings me into a tight hug.

“you did so great, baby.” i whisper to him.

“not as great as you.” he chuckles, pulling away from me.

“you’re THE john frusciante.”

“but you’re a frusciante too.” he grabs my hand and shows me my wedding ring.

i laugh cause it’s technically the truth.

“great job out there y/n!” flea says to me.

“thanks man.”

“i think all frusciantes are just naturally talented.”

“i guess so.” john says as he wraps his arm around my waist.

[aishnico]

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺

» summary: you got accepted to college, while your high school sweetheart to a band. despite difficulties, could you make it work from now on?

» word count: 1.6k

» warnings: fluff to major angst, toxic relationship, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cheating, grammar issues

» part 2

''they accepted me to the band! can you believe that?!'' you looked at your boyfriend both with pride and joy. he was jumping on his spot. covering his nose and mouth with his hands. when he stopped you ran to him and held him close to yourself.

''congratulations! you can't imagine how happy i am for you, johnny!''

tears of joy fell from his eyes. he sniffed and gave you his heartwarming smile.

''thank you, baby,'' he kissed your hands and let go of them. ''you said you had news too.''

''oh, yeah...'' you hesitated at first, but decided to share it anyway. ''i got accepted, to college!'' you cheered. he couldn't help but gasp. "i knew it! i knew they were gonna accept you! i mean they have no reason to not accept you right? you're intelligent, hard-working, creative... you know what else you are?''

"hm... what?"

''mine...'' he whispered against your mouth and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. after a couple of seconds, you pulled off, smirking at him. he smirked at you too. he picked you up and rushed to the couch. you couldn't help but let out a squeak. ''johnny!''

he gently put you on the couch and went to grab his acoustic guitar. he then sat next to you and started to play 'sleep dirt' by zappa.

at the end of the song, his facial expression changed. like he realized something wistful. you sat closer to him. ''babe, what's wrong?''

''i just,'' he lowered his head ''i'm afraid of what if we break up in the future. you're going to be busy with your lessons, i'm gonna tour the country, the world. can we really make it work? i love you so much and don't wanna let you go.'' he now was looking at you with his worried eyes.

''johnny, sweetheart...'' you started to talk and held his left hand, caressing it gently. ''i, i love you too. so, so much. nothing will change it even if you're on the other side of the world. i always, always gonna love you. if we want to make it out, we both have to put effort into it okay?''

he nodded. after putting his guitar away, he hugged you tightly. ''i love you. you and you only. i'll do anything, i promise. i'll not let things between us fall apart.'' he let you go and kissed your hands again. he then intertwined your hands together. relaxing in each other's embrace until one of you had to go.

you tried, he tried,

but guess you both failed at keeping the promise you made to each other.

the first months after he joined the band were actually good. like nothing changed. him coming back to you every day after an exhausting day. but still had the energy to show his love to you. you, on the other hand, would show him your love for him in most simplest ways. like cooking, writing words of affirmation on little colorful papers, and more and more...

after a year, he got busier than he already was. coming home later than he used to. you would already have finished your assignments and chores, and even though you would be exhausted, you would still just pamper him with your affection. he then would be recharged and then it would be his turn to do it.

when they went on tours in the same year, things started to change. not every night, but he would call you when he could. talking about how's tour going, silly little things they do, asking about your well-being and college life, and also sending you pictures and postcards. you appreciated all of these. but still, the only thing you wanted was him.

and when he would return to you. you would try spending time with him, but you were busy too. you would expect him to understand you, and in response, he would just nod and leave you alone where you were. he would prepare meals -even though they weren't super tasty- and make teas for you.

sometimes you would wonder if you were the one who ruined things between you. because you would complain about the taste of meals and teas randomly (you never actually complained about them. instead, you always appreciated the things he had done for you.)

even after hours of working on your project, it just wouldn't finish. and you would get more and more frustrated. and often blame and shout at him for playing guitar in the next room.

there was a day when you failed the lesson that you were working on. that day, you snapped at him, yelling at him that the only reason you failed was him. he looked at you with shock, stood up, and left the house. little did you know, he was going on another tour and wouldn't come back for a couple of months. when you looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw nothing but a monster. you were just overstressed.

why wouldn't he understand you? maybe because you wouldn't understand him either.

you didn't even know if you still dating. there was one year left until you could graduate. so you got more busy. him too. when they went on their world tour, he would call you less, like once or twice a week. talking and answering your questions with a couple of words. you would get irritated and decide not to call him unless he did. after that, you didn't talk for two weeks (flea or chad must have talked with him about it). you then started to talk more often. although most of the time he sounded drunk. you were glad to talk with him again.

one night, when you were working on one of your projects, you got a call from john. ''*sob* babe?'' once again, his voice sounded broken. ''...john..? are you alright?'' you asked him. ''no, nooo! of course i'm not!'' he yelled to you and you were thinking of ending the call. ''i... i missed you. i missed you so much that it hurts, that's why i'm not alright!'' you couldn't help but feel upset. he was your boyfriend after all, right? you sighed, ''i missed you too john, i don't even remember the last time i've ever seen you.''

''oh baby, don't worry. i'm going to fix. i'm going to fix everything. i promise.'' he sounded desperate. you couldn't actually believe his words. how could he think that he was the wrong one? you frowned. ''you are drunk, aren't you? how many bottles have you consumed?'' a silence occurred. ''hello??'' you suddenly heard anthony's voice.

''you forgot to ask one thing, it's 'how many bottles have you consumed and how many syringes have you injected into your arm!''' you then heard his laugh.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself because you didn't realize that he was lying about his well-being all the time. tears were leaking from your eyes.

you swore you could forgive him, and you were ready to apologize for all the bad things that you've done to him sincerely.

they were in california again. you were so happy to see them again, especially your boyfriend. he promised to talk with you seriously once he returned. you were happy more than anything. you knew they were at their usual place. so you got ready, put slightly make-up on yourself, and left.

you entered the bar while smiling to yourself. after looking for them, you only found chad. ''heyy! it's been a long time isn't it?'' he cheered while hugging you. you hugged him back. after a couple of seconds, he pulled away. looking at you, confused. "weren't you already here?”

you looked at him confused too. "noo, i just got here..? and where's everyone?" he started sweating. "chad, what's going on?" he didn't answer so you passed him and started to look for them. after a couple of seconds, you regretted coming here.

you regretted giving a chance, both to him and yourself. you regretted thinking about you two could be as before.

you remembered his words when he said them a couple of years ago. "i love you and you only." guess that was just a lie, no, a broken promise

john's sleepy eyes turned to you. after that, his eyes got wide. looking at you and the woman who was next to him and lying on his chest. it was clear that she gave him lipstick marks over his neck and chest. maybe over something else too, who knows?

"[name]! i thought, i thought you w—"

"you didn't think shit with that shitty head of yours." you interrupted him and went to the exit. you knew he was running behind you. you were both outside now, ignoring him totally.

"pretty please liste—" "i'm not your 'pretty', i'm not your anything!" you shouted at him and felt like your eyes got filled.

"that's not an excuse to cheat john! cheating never has an excuse!" you couldn't hold yourself now. tears were leaking from your eyes.

"i was ready. ready to talk with you. ready to apologize to you for all the bad things i did to you. i was ready to forgive you. because i still love you god damn it!"

he was crying too now. he took a step forward to you but you went a step back. he looked at you with heartbroken eyes. "believe me or not, even after all of this, i still love you too. i knew we were both fucked up in our own situations. but i didn't want to let you go because i love you. please..."

he sounded so pathetically. you remembered chad's words when you met. but still, it wasn't an excuse to cheat. when you saw an empty cab, you lifted your arm to him and it stopped before you. before giving john an opportunity, you entered inside. he was hitting the window, and trying to say something. but you told to the driver to the destination you wanted. fading away from his eyes.

[dissident-vedder]

- breaking the girl ( 𝐀. 𝐊. )

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the first and last time they kissed.

INSPIRATIONS - breaking the girl by rhcp and @fanficy-prompts​

THIS FIC CONTAINS death (SUICIDE), swearing, sadness/depression.

A/N - layout by @adoresobs​!  

keeping your head down, the rain beat down on the red raincoat you slipped on that morning, the usually sunny l.a. sky now a dark gray, a cool breeze brushing against your crimson cheeks. your school things were most likely getting wet, but at some point, you stopped caring, much like many other things you once cherished, which now seemed bleak in your reddened eyes. everything was covered in a constant cover of gray, your optimistic outlook on life now turning into those of your mother’s. why hadn’t you said yes to going to jessica’s? why were you the one to find your mother face down in a pool of her own blood? why did she have to take her own life in such a horrendous way? why hadn’t you noticed before?

you shoulders hung with the weight of your guilt despite your family and multiple psychiatrists telling you that you had done nothing wrong. they told you your mother was at fault for not telling you, for not getting the help she needed and deserved, for leaving you behind to live with your grandmother. how you hated to look into your grandmother’s eyes since the day it happened. she tried to be strong for you, you could tell, but once you looked at her, she burst into tears. every time she looked at you, she saw her daughter. your mother’s eyes were your own, and each day she saw the life be sucked out of them much like she saw within your mother’s. she was afraid of losing you too, making appointments with a therapist in order for you to talk about your thoughts, your feelings, but each time, you just brought over a drawing. one that was done in simple India Ink, the graphite of a pencil not dark enough to show your true emotions. you refused to talk, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would talk about everything and would never shut up. 

the more drawings you gave, the more and more the therapist noticed how darker and more obscene they got. 

your world was dead. 

you envied your aunts, uncles, and cousins for still having their mom, hated the way that your school friends would talk about their parents, how they father gave them this and how their mother gave them that. after christmas break, everyone began talking animatedly about what they received for christmas, whether it was money, a new rotary telephone (one girl got a canary yellow one, just like she wanted), or new clothes. one of your classmates turned to you, “what did your parents give you for christmas?” 

how were you going to tell them that your mother committed suicide and your father was an alcoholic who walked out of your life years ago? you just laid your head on your arms, wanting the teacher to begin the lesson so you didn’t have to bear the embarrassment of people bugging you about the presents. yes, you did get presents from your family in order to get your mind of your mom, but it was sort of alright until one of your aunts gave you a perfume bottle, and upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your mother’s signature scent. 

you had run to your room, tears leaving wet tracks on your cheeks, sobs racking through your body as thoughts of your mom brought back painful pangs in your chest, your heart beating wildly against your ribcage. a copy of maya angelou’s i know why the caged bird sings sat on your night table, driving you insane at the orange cover, the black bird in mid-flight. picking it up, you chucked it at the wall, the bookmark flying out from its designated spot. the caged bird doesn’t sing, you thought. the caged bird dies. 

for years this continued, the book still on the exact spot it had landed when you threw it, collecting dust as your room stayed in pristine condition. if it weren’t for your family coming over to help you, it would be a pigsty by now. somehow, however, you were able to control your emotions a little better, making the days seem a little easier and more bearable to go through, and the thoughts of your mother’s dead body were pushed to the back of your mind.

in your sophomore year of high school, you had met anthony, a charismatic senior with a crooked smile and a trick up his sleeve. on days where you were not able to control your emotions as well, he held you, letting you cry into the crevice where his shoulder and neck meet, his hands cradling your head and rubbing your back. he managed to make you talk after years of being known as the mute, his little jokes and twisted tales able to rise a small out of your once glued lips. something about him made you feel warm inside. people always said that the person you loved the most will make butterflies come alive in your belly, but you realized that wasn’t the truth for you. every time you thought about or spoke to anthony, your heart swelled even more, leaving you with a euphoric feeling as you held on to either him or the sweatshirt he gave you on an unusually cold day. perhaps it was his nonchalant demeanor or his cocky attitude, or even the musky, vanilla smell that was characteristically him, but every part of you fell in love with him and his existence. he was an angel come to life.

it was his graduation day when he first kissed you. once caps were thrown and pictures were taken, he ran up to you, grabbed your cheeks, and planted his lips on yours. his lips were so soft, in contrast to the muscular body he hid beneath the button-up shirt he wore, you melted into his arms, pressing yourself against him, grabbing on to the lapels of his shirt. you had waited for this day for what? three weeks? six months? a year? no matter how long, you felt all your nerves release as he pulled away, staring at you with such love and adoration, it looked like he was staring at a goddess come to life. 

your breaths mingled, brushing softly over the soft skin of your lips, minty as you brought him back in, deprived of something you longed for for a while. this was a seal of your relationship. at some point, you began to wonder if you were just another one of anthony’s playthings, ready to be thrown out the second he got bored of you. 

the sun shone brightly on the two of you, a moment of celebration only you two could see.

it was a december when he broke up with you. it was in the year of what? 1995? '96? you didn’t remember, and didn’t want to remember, as your heart continued to break as those last moments replayed in your head like a broken record. 

you had been there for him through everything. 

when the band was first formed, their first record, their first live national tv performance, hillel’s death, anthony’s sobriety. everything. yet he deemed you no longer important in his life as he broke your heart. somehow, despite your tear-streaked face, he continued to say that he no longer loved you, that he had fallen in love with another.  he had kissed you one last time that day. held you close, hands on your cheeks, warming them even more, and you could feel it. there was no more passion left. it seemed like to him, you were an obligation, a setback in life. no longer did his heart beat for you. how could he have fallen in love with another when you had given him everything you had? your virginity, your heart, your mind, your love. 

he just took it for himself and now. . . you were being thrown to the streets. god, you didn’t go to college, had no job, no money of your own, purely depending on him, and he gladly supported you through the years, giving you an allowance basically. you had to move in with your grandmother again as you took up classes at the local community college in cyber. . . something. again, you stopped caring about the world. what had you done in order for him to fall out of love with you? you were supportive of his decision, supportive of him when he was going through withdrawal symptoms when he stopped taking drugs, there by his side again when he relapsed, warning him of the consequences and reminding him of his hard work years prior. 

laying down on the bed, you took a deep breath as your hand was placed over your heart, imagining the broken pieces still trying to keep you alive. with anthony, the once gray world turned bright again, optimism making every day more bearable until you no longer had to bear it. 

underneath you sat the sheets that anthony once slept under, holding you close to his body as the two of you had your usual late-night talks, talking about the future, about one day marrying each other, having children, grandchildren, and growing old together. now, these sheets held tears and broken promises whispered long ago, long when you were still young and a new optimistic. 

i know why the caged bird sings stares at you from the floor.

the caged bird does not sing. the caged bird dies.

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[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

You met Anthony for the first time in the 80s, and it was love at first sight.

{ By: Anon } 

[christophercornellos]

why aren’t there more pics of the nirvana/pearl jam/rhcp gigs

[garbanz0]

Anthony Kiedis.