Robnipulate (verb): to touch and/or retouch "Robert Pattinson" with skillful hands, by the use of mechanical means.

Fuckhawt Fanfic Monday: Musician Rob

You’re heading to your favorite bar. It’s one of those nights — your skin feels electric, your skirt is short, and you just know something good is going to happen.  You walk in and head to the bar, ordering something yummy and decadent and likely to loosen your inhibitions. Just as you reach for your drink, you hear the opening chords of a song, and a voice both sultry and heavenly comes over the PA system, somehow reaching through your ears, down your body, and resonating deep within.  You turn to see the source of this music . There, on a stage across the bar, is Musician Rob.  He closes his soulful eyes as he croons, long lashes nearly brushing his cheeks. You watch his hands deftly play the guitar, shadows along his jaw, the way his throat moves as he sings. You are instantly captivated.

What girl doesn’t have a weakness for a boy with a guitar?

You body feels warm, you become lightheaded. Musician Rob struts on the stage, all charisma and magnetism and fuckhawtness rolled into one.  There’s something almost sinful about the way his jeans hang off his hips, the way the muscles in his forearms flex while he plays.  When the band takes a break, you boldly decide to send Musician Rob a beer.  As the server points you out while giving him the beer, you catch his eye and he smolders at you intensely, a devilish smile playing across those succulent lips, hinting that he might more than reciprocate your gesture.

When the band starts playing again, you watch Musician Rob intently, never taking your eyes from him.  And as the set progresses, you catch him watching you, eye-fucking you in return. Suddenly, you are feeling the beat of the music in some very interesting places.

When the band is done playing, Musician Rob approaches you and thanks you for the drink. You can barely stammer out a response, flushing warm, as your body vibrates with his proximity. He smirks again, sensing the state you are in.  And after last call, Musician Rob decides to follow you home for a private concert….


Fuckhawt Musician Rob fanfic:

Tropic of Virgo by

The Heart of a Musician by oceandaydreamer

Taboo by kuntrygal

Stepping Out by StupidUnreliableFanpire

In Stereo by Twilighter620

What’s Good, What’s True by Bitter Shade

Refuse & Resist by Thistles Undone

The Screamers by KiyaRaven

Off Limits by lexiecullen17

The Lost Boys by hwimsey

You Found Me by brighteyes87

4 responses

  1. Lynda from philly

    Girl, you have just described my first Rob Fantasy step by step!!! Phew, MusicianRob is so fuckhawt!!

    November 2, 2009 at 4:25 pm

  2. bumblingblog

    These are definitely being used as inspiration for my own up and coming story. Thanks!! :o)

    November 2, 2009 at 4:54 pm

    • rpattzlawyer

      We’re glad Musician Rob inspires you!

      November 2, 2009 at 4:56 pm

  3. bouncy72

    Lol, I so should not have read this…& with the visuals…F*** I’m all woked up thinking about it now 🙂
    Mmhm *stares dreamily into space* “private concert”

    December 30, 2009 at 5:53 pm

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