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frugarsmm · 1 year

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"TAKE THE FUCKING PICTURE"

#john frusciante #rhcp #red hot chili peppers #chad smith #flea rhcp #anthony kiedis #90s music #musicians #celebrities

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rammingthestein · 6 months

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Chad Smith @RHCPchad [July/02/2016]

The only moment we weren't laughing. I love these guys!

@RSprachrohr

🔥 Chad's Twitter 🔥

#rammstein #red hot chili peppers #chad smith #rammstein;#till lindemann #paul landers #christoph schneider #neue deutsche härte #christoph;#paul;#till;#mine;

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fallen-starchild · 5 months

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🌻💐🌹🌺

#how is he so cute #john frusciante #red hot chili peppers #rhcp #anthony keidis #flea #chad smith

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danielemarigold · 1 year

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Berlin Wall ‘89

From @RHCPchad on Twitter

#Red Hot Chili Peppers #Anthony Kiedis #Flea #Chad Smith #John Frusciante

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goodmotorfinger · 1 year

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Dave Grohl being everywhere: a compilation

Fun drinking game idea: name a random celebrity. If there exists a photo of them with Dave, take a shot.

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larissaligus · 5 months

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Anthony Kiedis Warms John Frusciante's Hands! Beautiful Moment!!!

#red hot chili peppers #john frusciante #anthony kiedis #michael flea balzary #chad smith #john ❤️#rhcp

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granddelusions · 3 months

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SHADES OF COOL (JOHN FRUSCIANTE)

“but i can’t fix him, can’t make him better… and i can’t do nothing about his strange weather” - lana del rey

warnings: SMUT! ANGST! INFIDELITY! JOHN BEING AWFUL! (ily john im sorry) 18+ !!!!!!!!

it’s no surprise you were in john’s bed after all the names he called you.

no matter how many times in those 4am phone calls he called you a bitch or “crazy” — his favorite — you still ended up underneath him, his greasy dark hair glistening with sweat, his chain hanging right in your face as he thrust his cock into you.

it’s no surprise that john put his pleasure before yours; you’ve gotten used to it by now.

before, the way you came around his fingers or on his cock was a sight to behold in his eyes. john would have you writhing on the bed, crying out his name so loud the other boys would pound on the walls in their hotel rooms, whistling and shouting. he’d fill you up, watching your eyes roll back in your head as his cum leaked out of you and onto the nice fitted sheets. he’d clean you up and take you in his arms, holding you tight and rocking you gently as you both drifted off to sleep.

now, he’ll have you on his lap backstage 10 minutes before a gig, barely warming you up with his fingers, finishing on your chest with no passion, no concern, no love. you’ll sit there, ridding yourself of the stickiness around your breasts, wondering what went wrong. you’d weep while he played his set with zero concern about his crying girlfriend backstage.

he would love when you would visit him on tour; you had the time of course, as he supported you and made sure you never had to work a day in your life as long as you were with him.

but in this present moment, as you cried out john’s name, holding onto the bedframe and feeling the pressure building up inside you, you realize just how little those visits did in terms of your relationship — if you can even call it that anymore.

with your visit to vegas — he still would have gone out the night after you left and flirted with those fans.

with your visit to new york — the guys still would have taken him to that club where he met that girl — the girl who vaguely resembled you and who john referred to the boys as “a goddamn enigma”. this rung a bell in anthony’s mind because he said the same thing about you just two years prior.

the guys had the heart to tell you he took that girl back to his hotel room. you forgave him as he cried in your arms, chalking it up to how depressed he’s been with the monotonus tour life. through his sobs, he wanted you to know that you were his girl, that it will never happen again.

his girl.

you snapped back to reality as he grabbed your face, your eyes interlocking.

“my girl, my good fucking girl… say it.”

and as the two of you finally came, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, salty tears streaming down your face. tears of pleasure and pain.

“i’m your girl.”

#john frusciante #john frusciante fanfic #john frusciante x reader #red hot chili peppers #rhcp #john frusciante smut #flea #chad smith #anthony kiedis #josh klinghoffer #rockstar gf #rockstar smut #lana del rey #shades of cool #alternative rock

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nomoreink · 1 year

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