60s/70s Classic Rock Smuts and Fluffs

Robert Plant 🥰🎼Smut

This is a gonna be a strange story so be prepared. And also, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been binge watching Rupauls Drag race, so don't get mad if I keep quoting Bianca Del Rio on this book 😂😂.

Suggested by- @RiverCorey1224

February 15th 1972. That was a night to remember. You can still imagine yourself at a small club in London, playing the flute surrounded by potheads, whores, and heroine addicts. Playing the flute wasn't an easy task. (Especially when you are high) But it was worth it, being around all sorts of weird, but amazing things that changed you.

You had been a nomad around London for quite some time until you settled upon that certain group of people, but to be honest, if you couldn't have played an instrument they never would have even given you a first glance.

But anyway, there you were, playing your instrument, high as a kite, watching everyone dance to your music. You thought about how your music affected people. How does it make people feel? Why do they dance to it? What does it make them feel about me? You began to choke up a little bit and your music stopped. Suddenly everyone stopped dancing, and they were all just standing there, trying to stand up but it looked as if it was impossible because they were so buzzed.

(Oh no!) You thought, I've ruined it. You looked up expecting to see everyone staring at you in annoyance, but instead they were all turned away from you and facing one thing. They all began to crowd around a certain area. You got out of your seat to see what all the commotion was. You pushed through the crowd, trying not to fall, when suddenly you saw him. The crowd was all surrounding one of the most famous singers of that time, Robert Plant.

You wanted to pass out, and not just because of the drugs, but because you idolized this man. Most girls when they saw a man like Robert would just start screaming and moaning his name, but you saw him as a god like figure, who needed to be respected. He took a puff of someone's joint, and said hazily,

"Ladies, ladies and gentlemen, I'm...I'm, flattered. But I'd like to hear more music and dance!"

They all began cheering and turning to you, but your brain couldn't seem to process that it was your music he was talking about. You didn't realize what was going on until Robert slowly pranced over to you and said

"Miss, I don't know your name...but I'd love to hear more of your music."

Quickly you sat back down and began playing your instrument, people began dancing and other instruments began to chime in.

As soon as you began to blow into your instrument, Roberts eyes laid fixed on you. The whole time. Even when people came dancing and stumbling though between you and him, he was always paying attention to you and what you were doing. As the song you were playing came to an end, Robert walked towards you. It seemed like he was trying not to fall down, in his haze mixed with drugs and alcohol. Once he finally managed to sit down next to you, he developed a dumb looking, grin on his face.

"Your so...so..very pretty..." He said blinking slowly.

"Thank you...my name is Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, you seem very tense." Robert declared as he took a flask out of his pocket. And grabbed a joint of off the table next to him.

"Here, these atta loosen you up!" He handed you both the flask and the joint. Without hesitation you took a long swing of the flask, and practically smoked the joint till it was half way gone. You didn't want to embarrass yourself, or disappoint Robert.

"Any better..?" He asked you.

"Much better! I feel great!" You said enthusiastically through your drunkenness and buzz from the joint.