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[leev444]

Red Hot Chili Peppers by Bruce Weber because for some reason NO ONE'S made a masterpost of these pics yet and I had to collect them like rare Pokémon cards

also if you have one that's not here PLEASE reblog this post and add it. thanks

[saris-garage-band]

Dumb fucking PicMixes I made at 4 am

I've got a little catching up to do (?)

[frushantay69]

This is my angel

[slapknocks]

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Surprise Visit- John Frusciante

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summary: y/n goes to visit john while they record their new album ‘blood sugar sex magik’ and things heat up.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: i need more ideas to write abt 😞😞

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i knocked on the front door of the mansion, nervous as fuck for some reason. i was here to visit my boyfriend who was making an album with his band. the door swung open and it was anthony and behind him was a camera.

“oh hey, it’s y/n! y/n is john’s girlfriend of what? like maybe 2 years?” he explains to the camera.

“3 years in a month.” i smile.

“lovebirds.” he jokingly cooed.

“yeah yeah, where’s john at?” i wave my hand at him and shove my way inside.

“he’s upstairs i think.” the man behind the camera said.

“probably jacking off.” anthony joked and laughed obnoxiously.

“oh fuck off.” i flick my hand at him and walk off upstairs.

i walk towards his room and eventually heard the soft strumming emitting from it. i quietly knock and the music stops before his door opened. he was shirtless, cigarette hanging from his plump lips. his face lit up once he saw my face, his eyes now gleaming and mouth into a wide smile.

“hey baby!” he exclaimed, bringing me into a tight hug.

“hey johnny.” i press a kiss to his neck, something he loves.

“come in, i’m just messin’ around with my guitar.” he stepped further inside to give me space.

i gladly stepped in and take my shoes off as the scent of cigarettes filled my nose. his mattress was on the floor and his bed sheets were all over. he had a pile of clothes in the corner of his room. i giggled at his messiness, something i miss. he moved into this mansion to record the chili peppers’ new album ‘blood sugar sex magik’.

“you just coming to visit me?” he asked, sitting back down on his bed.

“yeah, i miss you.” i sit next to him.

“me too. i promise i’ll be home soon.” he kissed the top of my head.

i rested my head onto his shoulder as he continued his playing.

“you wanna smoke?”

“i already had a cigarette on the way here.”

“i meant blunt.”

“oh, yeah sure.”

he nodded and stood up and went to his little dresser. he pulled out a baggie of blunts. he grabbed his lighter and lit the blunt. he brought it to his lips and inhaled. he then passed to me and i did the same.

“you have a beautiful view..” i hand him the blunt back and stand up.

i walk up to his window and stare outside, the soft california breeze hitting my face. i’ve always loved the wind so i just stood there like a dog in the sun.

“you make it ten times more beautiful.” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

he cuddled into me, resting his face in the crook of my neck. his hot breath tickled my neck, making me smile softly. we stood there taking in the sun and breeze, occasionally smoking. john eventually walked over to his vinyl player that sat in the corner of the floor and put on a random vinyl. we stood back in front of the window and swayed along to the music. he’d press little kisses to my cheek here and there, a smile present on his face.

“i love you..” he whispered.

“i love you too.” i whispered back.

he grabbed onto my hips and turned me around to face him. his face is breathtaking, every single part of it. his eyes are a beautiful dark brown, his nose is structured perfectly, the light freckles on his face, and his soft plump lips. those lips. i stare at him, in some sort of trance. he watched as i stared at him, smirking at me.

“you gonna keep staring at me or what?” he chuckles.

i snap out of it and look into his eyes, smirking a little. i lean in and kiss him, slowly and sensually. his big hand went to rest on my face, pulling me closer.

“i’ve missed you so bad…” he mumbles against my lips.

i understood his words and grabbed onto his strong bicep and squeezed. he quickly picked me up causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. he walked us over to his dresser but he had couple of beer cans on top. he grunted as he held me up with one arm while he used his other to swipe the cans off. he set me down onto it, never breaking our kiss. he pulled me closer to the edge of the dresser, hands pulling down on my shorts. i helped him shimmy them down my legs and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“johnny…” i moaned out, grabbing onto him.

i usually grab onto his hair but he decided to get a buzzcut, making me miss pulling on his hair but he looks good with a buzz. i gently run my nails down his arms, feeling his muscles tense up at the feeling. john and i made love before but each time it’s always so unique and different. he slid his hand down to my underwear and shoved it aside, allowing his fingers to slid up and down my folds. i shiver at the contact and concentrate on his action. we heard loud laughing coming from downstairs, spiking up my anxiety. i used my foot to try and pull down his pants, eager for him.

“so needy..” he chuckles against my lips, taking a break from the kiss for air.

“please.” i beg.

he shoves his pants and boxers down, revealing his dick. he grabs it and wastes no time to slide into me. we haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks so we need each other, asap. i moan out loud as he slides into me, throwing my head back. he moans lowly as he starts to thrust. the dresser started to hit against the wall, probably marking it. a rhythmic sound probably sounded throughout the house, alerting the guys to our actions. we heard ‘woops’ and ‘hollers’ coming from them, making us laugh.

“your friends are so stupid.” i breathlessly laugh.

“tell me about it.” he panted out.

he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me even closer to him, leaving me practically on the edge. i used one hand to grab onto the edge of the dresser, squeezing it so hard my knuckles turn white. john presses kisses all over my face, nipping lightly at the skin. i hug him closer to me, resting my forehead onto his shoulder. i was sitting on the edge of the dresser as he held me close. the sweat from my forehead slicked onto his shoulder, adding even more heat to his warm body. john’s hands slowly went under my shirt and to my boobs. he cupped then slowly and began groping them. my boobs fit perfectly in his large hands, like they were made for him. i didn’t hold back my moans, letting them fill the room. i’ve missed this, the closeness i’m feeling with john. the way our bodies practically melt into one another, the way we’re so in sync.

“i love you…” i heard him whisper, lazily pressing kisses to my sweaty neck.

i already know my shirt is soaked with sweat, something i’m not too worried about. suddenly the outside air blew in through the window, making our slick bodies chilled. goosebumps littered my skin as i gripped tighter onto john.

“john…please..” i cry out.

“you feel so good…i missed you..” he whined out.

his pace was already fast but he speeding up. there was definitely marks on the wall from the dresser, i was now falling off of it and john was getting too weak to hold me. next thing you know we suddenly move backwards and fall down. i yelp out in surprise as we land in john’s bed. we didn’t move for a second, looking at each other with surprised faces. we then bursted out laughing, john leaning up to press a kiss to my cheek. i wanted to continue our session so i start to ride him. he grabbed onto my shirt and took it off, throwing it wherever. he watched as my boobs bounced up with every bounce, skin slapping even louder than before. i felt my stomach turn with a certain feeling, my arms becoming numb with adrenaline.

“fuck-“ i gasp out.

i had my head thrown back whole squeezing my eyes shut to prepare for my orgasm. john’s hands roamed my body, groping every inch of me.

~john’s pov~

every inch of her body felt magical. i watched as she rode me, looking like a goddess as the sunlight hit her sparking sweat slicked skin. i felt so lucky to call her mine, so god damn lucky that she’s in love with me and not some other dude. i know she can do better than someone like me but i’m glad she thinks opposite, that she knows i’m the one for her. and i know she’s the one for me

~y/n’s pov~

i felt myself get closer and closer, moaning loudly like i was in some porno. all of a sudden it came crashing down, like a big wave. i halted my movements as i came all over him, placing my hands on his abs to hold me up. i knew he was watching me, studying my face as i came. i let out a deep sigh and sat there to catch my breath, but i knew we weren’t over with. john grabbed my hips and began lifting me up, thrusting his hips upwards as he slammed me down onto him. i whimper as my body becomes sore, throwing my head down as tears slipped down my cheeks. he felt them fall to his stomach, causing his own orgasm to approach quick.

“look at me..” he groaned out.

i listened and looked up, my watery eyes meeting his lust filled ones.

“so…fucking…beautiful…” he said in between every breath.

i knew he was gonna cum soon, his face beginning to contort. he slammed me down harder and faster onto him. i felt myself struggling to stop myself from cumming. i cry out and fall to his chest. he suddenly stops and cums inside of me, something he didn’t think about. he moans out as he fills me up, gripping my hips so hard. i close my eyes and lay against his chest to catch my breath. his chest rose up and down as he also caught his breath.

“you did so good, baby.” he rubbed my back, kissing my shoulder.

i only hummed back in response. next thing you know, the door burst open and in comes anthony and flea. the camera guy trotted in afterwards, pointing the camera straight at us. john was quick to cover us with a blanket.

“here folks is the result of when two people really love each other.” anthony explained to the camera.

“you guys were so fucking loud, man.” flea laughed.

“fuck off.” john spat at them.

“oh fuck john, you’re so fucking big!” anthony faked moaned, teasing up.

i hid my face in his shoulder and lightly blushed. i knew about their antics and i honestly wasn’t mad, i genuinely thought it was funny.

“seriously out!” he was getting mad.

i lifted my head up and looked at flea. he looked understood my face and nodded at me, telling anthony to cut it out. he complied and left the room, the camera man hot on their tails.

“fuck i’m-i’m so sorry..” he muttered.

he was clearly stressed out about the situations

“hey, it’s okay…” i kiss his cheek.

he slightly eased up a bit but not fully.

“i thought it was funny. who cares if they hear us, who’s the one getting laid? you, not them.” i point out.

he chuckled at my words, nodding with agreement.

“i’m such a lucky man.” he laughs in disbelief.

before i could even speak, he quickly perked up. i looked at him puzzled as he slowly lifted me off and stood up. he tossed me my underwear as he pulled up his own. i watched as he searched through his dresser.

“come here.” his back was still turned to me.

i stood up, still naked besides my bra. i didn’t care if the window was open, we were in the woods.

“what’s up?”

in a flash, he turned around and went on one knee. my eyes widened as i softly gasped.

“y/n, you’re the love of my life. i can’t imagine myself without you by my side the rest of my life. you help me through the thick and thin, understanding how my weird brain works. you understand my kinks and how to handle them. and i love you for that, i always will. i was planning on doing this more romantically but i felt like this was perfect time. it would mean so much if you’d say yes to being my wife. so, marry me?” he smiles.

i was too shocked to even speak, hands covering my mouth.

“mrs. frusciante?” i slowly speak.

“yes, to being mrs. frusciante.” he chuckles.

“yes! a hundred times yes!” i exclaim.

he quickly gets up and brings me into a kiss, pulling away to slip the ring onto my finger.

“woooo, congrats you guys!” flea barges in.

apparently they never really left, still secretly recording. i’d be mad but they caught a special moment for john and i.

the guys continued shouting but john and i just looked back at one another, excited to spend the rest of our lives together.

[theluvcatss]

anthony and flea from red hot chili peppers stamps for @raindancemari8288 :) f2u, no credit needed!

[commonruse]

Chris Cornell, Miki Berenyi, Anthony Kiedis and Flea at Lollalooza 1992

[twixnmix]

Flea and Anthony Kiedis photographed by Andy Warhol in Los Angeles, January 1985.