#current tommy lee x reader

[marvelobsessed134]

oh please do a part 3 of sneaking around

Where Tommy starts to catch on

Finding his daughter's clothing in Nikki's truck when him and Nikki go to town to get food

And then a few weeks later the crüe are having a concert in LA

Tommy's daughter and Nikki hook up again backstage in Nikki's dressing room

She gives him a bj for the first time and he eats her out before bending her over fucking her and just as he cums inside her

Tommy walks in the dressing room catching them. He's like WTF bro that's my daughter I'm going to kick your ass

Nikki takes off running butt naked down the hallway backstage Tommy not far behind after him 😂

Sneaking around part three: final part

Pairings: current!Nikki Sixx x fem!reader, current!Tommy Lee x fem!daughter!reader

A/n: last part of this little series. Read part one here and part two here

Warnings: brief smut, age gap, protective dad Tommy, chaotic as hell, kinda crack fic? Wholesome father-daughter moment in the end.

So far your father has not found out about the passionate love affair you have with his best friend and band mate.

Or so you thought.

Without you or Nikki knowing (obviously), Tommy found your panties in Nikki’s truck. He had starts to catch on. But he was also in a state of disbelief and decided to wait and see if the two of you were really fucking.

And then Motley had a show in LA and of course you were there. And of course you were in Nikki’s dressing room sucking him off.

“Ah fuck, such a good girl. Good little cocksucker.” He groaned as he watched you bob your head up and down along his shaft.

“Shit! Gonna cum!” The bassist hissed. And just when he sent his release down your throat your father walked in.

Your eyes widened and stood up immediately running to the corner of the room as if that was going to do anything.

“What the fuck? I knew it. I fucking knew it! I knew you were fucking my daughter behind my back!” Your dad was pissed.

Nikki tried to explain the situation as best he could but as Tommy started to walk towards him to-presumably-fight, the other older man ran out the door butt naked. Now in any other situation you’d be laughing your ass off but right now it wasn’t so funny. Tommy ran after him after pointing at you and said, “You and I are gonna talk about this later.”

You stood there, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. It was only a couple minutes before Nikki came back in the room you literally had no idea what happened.

He put his stage gear back on and walked up to you, “Don’t worry I didn’t kill him.” And you laughed a bit.

“I am so confused. What just happened?” You asked.

“I can say the same. But I think he’s calmed down now since Brittany pulled him in the dressing room to talk some sense into him.”

“I know she knew about us but she never said anything and was silently supportive. Hopefully she’ll be able to make him see our side.”

“Hopefully.”

After the show you were alone in the dressing room since Nikki was talking to the venue owners when your dad came in.

You turned around quickly with wide eyes and he put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, I’m only wanting to talk.” The drummer explained and you calmed a bit.

The two of you sat down on the couch and he let you explain what was going on. And you reminded him that you’re an adult now and can make your own decisions and that he’s a hypocrite because he’s definitely fucked some of his friends 19 year old daughters before he met your step mom.

Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “If he makes you happy then…I guess I don’t have any say in it. And if I say not to hook up with him you’re gonna do it anyway aren’t you?”

You gave a sly chuckle, “You know it dad.”

“If he hurts you let me know so I can beat his ass. Now come here.” He opened his arms up and you hugged him tightly.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too dad.”

[simplyholl]

The Interview

Summary: After a talk show interview where secrets are revealed, things get heated in your dressing room.

Pairing: Rockstar Bucky x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Rockstar AU.

See My Masterlist Here

A/N: Sebastian Stan as Tommy Lee has me in a chokehold. So this was born from my tatted, horny daydreams.

"Who is your celebrity crush?" The host of the Midnight Show, Chet Smith asked you. Your newest movie was a box office hit, so you had to do every talk show to promote it. To say you were exhausted is an understatement. Luckily, this was your last stop for today. This show was the most fun because Chet brought out all the celebrity guests together. At least you weren't by yourself answering awkward questions.

The other guests were Red Star, the hottest rock band at the moment. They went viral while playing at their local bar. An audience member threw a bottle at their lead singer, Loki and the whole band jumped off stage to fight. They were offered a record deal the same week.

They are known for their wild videos on TikTok. Women everywhere love them. Currently, they are squeezed on the small sofa with you for the interview. Bucky Barnes, their drummer sat on one side of you, his tattoos drew you in like a moth to a flame. You were doing your best to not stare at him the whole time.

The Odinson brothers, Thor and Loki were on the other side. Loki is the lead singer, his long, dark curls and piercing stare made men and women weak in the knees. Thor plays guitar and he is the band's himbo. He's a charmer, flirting with you the whole interview. Steve Rogers is their bassist, an All-American guy to balance the others out. He plays the part well, flashing his megawatt smile at the live audience. But you can tell there is a darker side to him lurking under the surface.

You consider Chet's question; your PR team warned you about questions like this. "Well, I don't really have one." You shrug your shoulders, as the audience begs for a real answer. "Come on, darling. I know you're lying." Loki smirks, reaching his hand over Thor to rub your thigh.

"If I go first, will that help?" Steve asks, being the helpful guy that he is. You nod smiling shyly at him. "Okay, but when it's your turn you have to be honest." He winks at you, and the audience goes wild. He answers one of your costars. You promise to hook them up later. You feel your cheeks heating up, suddenly embarrassed that you have to answer now.

Chet repeats the question, and you bite your lip, pointing beside you to Bucky. "My celebrity crush is actually this guy." Bucky looks ecstatic, high fiving his band members as they congratulate him as if he has won an award. Thor's answer is a pretty pop star who he had been spotted out with twice already.

Loki's celebrity crush is a famous author whose upcoming book features a main male character who looks suspiciously like him. Dating rumors swirled even though there was no proof, except for a few flirty comments between them on Instagram. When it's Bucky's turn he says you, draping his heavily tattooed arm around you. You smile, grateful that he lied to save you from public humiliation. You were sure he was going to say someone who didn't look anything like you.

You're already dreading what the headlines tomorrow had in store. You and Bucky cuddled up on this sofa would no doubt be on every website. You should have lied, you tell yourself. People will start shipping you, his fans would be saying horrible things about you. You should have said anyone else.

Red Star took the stage to close the show. They were playing their latest number one hit. The audience was on their feet, some girls were crying as Loki's sultry voice came over the speakers. You watched Bucky closely. He played the drums like it was his life's purpose. He tossed the drumsticks in the air, pointing to you and winking as he caught them. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

When their set was over, Bucky walked toward the dressing rooms with you, stopping outside yours. "Thanks for saying I was your celebrity crush back there. I would have been so embarrassed if you would have said somebody else." He flips his hair out of his eyes. "You don't have to thank me. It was the truth." You tell him goodbye, feeling awkward about the whole thing. You turn to go inside your dressing room to change into comfy clothes before you go back to the hotel.

Thick fingers catch your wrist, pulling you back toward him. "I wasn't ready to tell you bye." Bucky's lips curl, the light shines on his nose ring, bringing attention to his face. When you look into his shining blue eyes, you realize you don't want him to leave either. You grab the sides of his leather jacket, pulling him toward you. His mouth is on yours instantly. He presses you against your dressing room door, his large body covering yours.

You tangle your fingers in his long locks, needing him closer. Bucky hungrily kisses down your neck, while one hand travels under your dress. He rubs his thumb against your soaked panties. "All this for me?" You whine when he rubs harder, your clit making contact with the silky fabric. You move your hips, lost in the moment.

Voices echo down the hallway, bringing you out of your horny haze. "Bucky" You whisper, trying to warn him so he has time to stop before they see you. "Shh. I got you." He moves his body, so he is blocking you from view. His fingers are relentless, dipping inside your panties. His rough thumb rolls over your clit, you bury your face into his chest.

"Oh my God, It's Bucky! We are huge fans!" A woman's voice comes from behind him. You aren't brave enough to look, so you keep your face hidden. "Thanks guys. I love meeting fans. So, what's your favorite song?" You try to pinch him so he will get rid of them, but he continues talking about the world tour they are about to go on.

He enters you with two fingers, curling them as you moan out loud. The women look around him, finally noticing you. "Is she okay?" The second one asks. "Yeah, she's fine. She just ate too much so she has a stomachache." His fingers caress your inner walls, thumb rubbing in small circles. The band in your belly snaps, arousal flooding his hand as you come apart. Your legs shake, and you hold onto his arm to steady yourself. You clench your teeth to keep from making noise.

"You better get her inside; she can barely stand." One of the women says. They tell you both goodbye, as Bucky leads you inside your dressing room. "You did so good for me, but I need more." You look at him incredulously. He just made you cum the hardest you ever had in your life in front of two strangers and that wasn't enough.

Your legs are still trembling as he lifts you onto the vanity. Your back hits the cool mirror as Bucky slides your panties down your legs. His hot breath tickles your thighs as he lowers his face, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. He takes his time, nipping your sensitive skin. He licks a lazy stripe up your center, avoiding where you need him most. His tongue sinks inside you, firm nose pressing against your clit.

You cry out, head falling back, knocking into the mirror behind you. It bangs against the wall, hard enough to rattle the pictures hung there. Bucky drinks every drop of you, moaning as you writhe against his face. His plump lips fasten around your swollen nub, sucking and tugging like he can't get enough.

Your shaking legs close around his head, trapping him as you ride out your high. You cry his name, not caring who hears you. Bucky lifts you, slamming you against the wall. He holds you with one arm, the other works quickly to bring his pants down. His cock springs free, pink tip leaking. You swallow hard, intimidated by his size. "You're so big." You shiver, anticipation putting you on edge. He holds you, lining your bodies up.

"You can take it." He snaps his hips up, slamming into you. You try to adjust as he stretches you, wiggling around to see if the stinging will go away. When it starts feeling good, your arms wrap around his neck, holding on as he pulls out, leaving the tip in. He thrusts back into you, bottoming out. You have never felt so full, he fills every inch of you. He sets a steady rhythm, every part of him feels like it was made for you. You pulse around him, your back hitting against the wall as he sinks impossibly deeper.

Bucky bunches your dress around your hips, thick fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you. You try to meet his thrusts, but you're too weak from the explosive orgasms he already gave you. You hold onto him as he uses your body, his ragged breath on your neck brings forth the familiar pressure in your lower stomach.

"You're doing so good. Fuck! You take me so well." He praises, moving your thigh higher up his torso. He holds it in place, tilting his hips. The new angle makes your vision blur as he deliciously drags against a place you were sure was a myth until this very moment. Your nails dig into the back of his neck as you shatter around him.

Bucky's thrusts grow brutal, taking what he needs from you. "Oh fuck" He moans as he spills inside you. For a moment, you just look at each other, trying to catch your breaths. Thankfully, he knows you can't stand on your own, so he carries you to the sofa. Your dress is still around your waist, arm over your eyes. You can already feel a dull ache in your stomach where he had been just moments ago.

"Do you mind?" Bucky asks, pointing his phone toward you. You narrow your eyes, not understanding. "You're just so fuckin' hot and I wanna remember this." He says, his meaning finally dawning on you. You nod, almost too tired to speak. He angles his phone camera toward you. "Fucking perfect." He examines the photo he just took before showing you.

Your hair is disheveled, giving you the appearance of being caught in a windstorm. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes blown wide with lust. The top of your dress barely contains your breasts. The bottom is by your hips, your exposed cunt glistening with his cum. Bucky set the picture as his phone's background. You protested because you looked like a mess. Bucky stopped your arguing with a kiss. "You know what you look like?" He asks, smiling wide as he turned his phone screen toward you. "What?" You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling insecure. "Mine."

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[dinums]

The Unexpected Visit

Thomas Shelby X Reader

This is part 3! Make sure to read the first few parts

Sumarry: The Lee brothers raided the Betting shop, Thomas gets closer with the reader, but what more can he do if she herself admits not to love a man from this time?

Word count: 2327 words

"Wait, so what did you guys do at the races?" I asked, wanting to clarify with Arthur as we sat in the private room at the Garrison, where we were currently playing poker. John was the dealer, so he sat on the stool in front of us, while Thomas was seated between me and Arthur. I was on his right, with Arthur on his left.

"We've beaten the Lee's! Cut their bloody brains out, that's for sure!" he said, as if it were the most normal thing to do. They seemed to notice how tense I had become by my reaction, which made John cough a bit.

"Well, not really their brains... um, just, you know, enough to get business done," John explained, trying to lighten my mood a bit. I nodded, trying to dismiss it.

"Ah, yeah, sure. I mean, I guess," I said, looking at my cards. I didn't want them to think that I thought less of them because of this, so I felt the need to explain myself.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not used to all of this, you know? Am I making this worse? Uh, I don't—"

Feeling the three of them looking at me, I made myself small in my seat, hiding my face behind the cards as anxiety rushed through me.

"How did you live your life before, hm?" Thomas asked, finally speaking. Glad that I could explain why I tensed up.

"Well, I was pretty sheltered. The most I heard of beatings were drunkards in our neighborhood fighting at night, but that was it. There really weren't fights that led to really bad situations, unless it was in the movies." They all nodded, though I knew they didn't understand the last bits of what I just said, and that was it. We decided that was the end of that part of the conversation. After a round of poker, the tension from earlier died down and I chimed happily, putting the money on the table inside my coat pocket—my winnings.

"Guess I win, hm?" I giggled, earning a groan from Arthur. When the barmaid came, she took the empty bottles and asked us if we wanted more whiskey. I looked at the men, and Thomas just nodded, waving her off. Before she left, she looked at me, as if examining who I was. I couldn't blame her, though—I stuck out like a sore thumb when placed beside the Shelby brothers. It was evident I didn't look like I belonged here. That thought made me sad, just a bit though. I knew It was the truth and that I had to leave soon. Then suddenly, a thought came to my mind. Thomas went on a date to the races with a barmaid. If my intuition serves me right, then that must have been the barmaid in question.

"I'm guessing that was the woman you went out on a date with?" I said, looking at Thomas with a smile. She looked pretty and acted like one too. If she liked Thomas, then I can bet that after a while the feelings can be reciprocated.

"Drop it." Thomas grimaced as I just chuckled. John, however, smirked as he decided to join in the teasing.

"I'm afraid Tommy here has eyes for someone else, love. Ain't that right, mate?" That piqued my curiosity even more, nudging Thomas to make him look at me.

"Really? Is she pretty?" I asked. Arthur just nodded as he patted Thomas' back. Thomas kept a poker face, but I could tell he was pretty annoyed by the way his jaw was clenched. When he looked at me, he didn't look angry at me, though—at least he wasn't annoyed enough to glare at me.

"You're bloody right she is! Quite smart too!"

"But if Thomas likes her, why didn't he take her to the races instead? Wait, are you leading that barmaid on?" I frowned, waiting for Thomas to reply as I pointed an accusing finger at him. The thought of someone I considered a friend playing with a woman's feelings like that just didn't sit right with me.

"I told you. That was business." He sighed as he shook his head, he took my hand that was pointing a finger at him and placed it down. Deciding to just believe him, I finally dropped the topic. John then asked me.

"How about you? Has someone caught your eye?" I looked over at John, feeling that the focus was on me once again. I nodded, smiling a bit, unaware that both brothers were checking Thomas for any kind of reaction.

"Well, of course!" I answered, that caused Arthur to smile, raising his glass to take a drink.

"Who is it, then?" John asked again, another smirk playing on his lips. I guess everyone was suddenly curious about my love life.

"Yer not gonna tell me he's in this room, aye?" Arthur asked, leaning closer to the table to look at me. I chuckled nervously, shaking my hands in the air.

"Oh, no. You guys are great, but..."

"But what?" Thomas asked and I explained that the man I liked wasn't from here, that he was from back in my time. And that hes a gentleman who kept to himself, that I started to like him because of how passionate he was with his work, how I liked that he was funny and was always there for me.

"Well also, I can't really like someone from here, you know? I'll eventually leave. I can't just stay for love, right? I really miss my old life. You lot understand, right? I'll break that poor man's heart."

I said all of that while looking at Thomas for any form of understanding. He didn't reply; he just leaned back and nodded. After that, he didn't look at me anymore, drinking his glass of whiskey as he fished out some cigarettes.

"Another round, eh?"

///

Thomas didn't talk to me much after that day. Whenever I approached him, he would still have time to talk, but not like before. He'd make an excuse that he was busy, that there were things he needed to do, to brush me off. Understanding his situation, I just let him be.

Around midday, Scudboat and I were left inside the betting shop, counting money as the Shelby family decided to have a family meeting at the Garrison.

"Do you think John will be back soon? Thomas did say he'd be back in five minutes," I asked Scudboat, to which he just shrugged. When we heard a noise, Scudboat was the first to call out.

"John?" When no one answered, I was the one who asked next.

"John, are you there?" When the doors to the betting shop opened, however, it wasn't John but a group of men with guns pointed right at us.

"This is for Cheltenham! We're just taking what's ours!" the man said. Before I could even react, they smacked my head with a rifle, just like they did with Scudboat.

Everything was a haze as I fell to the ground. All I heard were the footsteps of men, rummaging through drawers, shouting. My head hurt, and I felt some of them step on my hand, kicking my body whenever i got in their way.

Mama asan ka mama? Kuya? Kuya, you'll protect me, right?

When I woke up, I heard Arthur's voice as someone placed me somewhere comfortable— it was John.

"You alright, love?" He asked, my mind still being a little foggy from earlier events. Hearing his voice, I tried to give him a small smile and a nod, to reassure him.

"Bloody hell! What happened here?" Polly said. I groaned. When I tried to look over at them, my vision blurred a bit. The betting shop, the house, everything was thrashed.

"Polly...? Men. M-men came, I don't know how..." I tried to explain to them what I knew. Polly sat beside me while Scudboat explained for me. That was when Arthur came back up, holding wire cutters.

"Wire cutters? Why would they leave wire cutters?" Polly asked. The boys seemed to tense up as Thomas asked Scudboat to leave. He went on to explain how they would set traps for the Germans back in the war and place wire cutters as part of the joke. Polly began to panic, walking over to the kitchen as I pulled my knees close to my chest, an act of self-preservation.

"It's not here, alright? It's not here..." Thomas said, sitting next to me on the couch. I looked at him, tears threatening to fall down my eyes. I had never been in a situation like this. Everything was so overwhelming, my body felt so heavy, as if I was Atlas carrying the world.

"They pointed a gun at me... even stepped on and kicked me like an object..." I mumbled before burying my face in my knees. I don't want to feel like that again.

"Oh, love..." Polly said as I heard her walk towards me.

"Oh, I'd like to find them, Tom. Oh, that id do. That id bloody do." Arthur said, balling his fist as he saw my state. I felt weak. I couldn't protect myself. I didn't know how.

"I want to go home."

"I know, (Y/N). I know."

///

Thomas didn't know what to say to her. He was seething with rage, but she came first. She would always be first. He grabbed a clean cloth and saturated it with alcohol. The family saw what was happening and understood that Thomas wanted to take care of her alone, so they knew better than to interrupt. Before they left, Thomas asked John and Arthur to inspect the family car, using the word "tampered" so as not to frighten (Y/N) even more.

"Hey, look at me, aye? Come on, up you go. Up," he demanded, gently cupping her face. When that was done, he began to clean the wound on her head. Whenever she winced, he would make sure to try and be gentle. He didn't know how, he just tried. As he cleaned off her wounds, their eyes met.

"It hurts," she mumbled, flinching as Thomas accidentally applied too much pressure to the wound. In that moment, she instinctively grasped his hand, attempting to stop his actions even for a small amount of time. Then and there, he stopped. This was all new territory to him. Back at war, when he would clean the wounds of his comrades, pain be damned if they got to live. But she... she gets hurt, so he needs to try harder, be slower, gentler—anything that would spare her from inflicting pain, pain that he had caused.

"Sorry," he replied. Thomas tried his best to help her, disinfecting the wound slowly as his free hand cupped her face. He was apologizing for everything. Guilt seeped into his bones. If it weren't for him picking a fight with the Lee brothers, she wouldn't be hurt. Maybe if he took her with him and Polly to the Garrison, then...

"It's not your fault," she said, interrupting his thoughts. He didn't answer. What was he supposed to say? He couldn't agree. He felt shame.

"Thomas, it's not your fault. I can see it in your eyes." This time, it was her turn to cup his face. She cradled it like it was something precious, like he was something precious. (Y/N) smiled, a comforting smile as one of her thumbs caressed his cheek. He found himself leaning into it.

"I know you feel guilty. Yes, I could blame you, but why should I when you're here as gentle as a lamb with me? So smile, yeah? Even just a bit?"

How can she do that, he wondered. How can she easily wander her way inside his heart? It was so easy for her. Everything seemed so easy with her. Thomas let out a smile, nodding to her.

"There you go."

"Your hands are soft," he said, changing the subject. She only chuckled, putting her hands back in her lap as he sat next to her on the couch. They both decided to take a break from cleaning her wounds.

"Yours aren't," (Y/N) said, taking his hand in hers, feeling the calluses and roughness of it. After a while, she continued, their hands now interlinked. "And I think it's nice."

"How is that nice, aye?" he scoffed. These very hands had killed thousands.

"It's nice because it tells me who you are. A hardworking man who has clearly seen and been through shit. Me, on the other hand, I actually have very soft hands because I never did hard labor," she said, her face flushed in embarrassment, which he secretly found endearing.

"I actually found it rather embarrassing when I got here. When I was young, my relatives would feel my hands and say, 'Dika tumutulong sa bahay, noh?' Or 'Tamad ka siguro.'"

"What did that mean?"

"The first one means 'Youre not helping with household chores, are you?' The second one meant 'I bet you're lazy.'"

She chuckled, shaking her head. After a bit more moments of comforting silence, Thomas decided to finish cleaning her wound. When that was done, he helped her go upstairs to his room.

"Hey, Thomas?" (Y/N) asked as he sat her on the bed. He only hummed to let her know that he was listening.

"Why were you avoiding me before? Like, after our little poker game at the Garisson. Was it because I kept winning?" She asked, playing with her blouse. Trying to suppress a smile, he licked his bottom lip, hands on his jaw as he shook his head.

"That was a provision— once you leave."

"Mhm? What? Why?"

"To get used to feeling like yer not here, eh. Now none of this, aye? I'll ask Pol to help you change." That was all that was said before he left.

@optimisticsandwichgladiator

[electronicnutcycle]

Double Penetration - Day 3 - tommy lee x Nikki Sixx

Description: Your boyfriend Nikki and his band finally come back from tour . Nikki and Tommy are really horny . That where you come in.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x TommyLee x reader.

Warnings: Double penetration, a little bit of overstimulation and think that’s all ( but lmk if I missed something).

Being a girlfriend to a rockstar can have both its pros and cons . Some of the pros being having amazing sex with him and his fellow band mate who you also found hot . It was dark out and way past 12 , your boyfriend Nikki and his band had just gotten home from tour and both Nikki and Tommy were full of sexual frustration, Which is where you come in also needy and horny . Your boyfriend Nikki had bragged to Tommy all tour on how good you were in bed and how tight you were , which you didn't mind cause you also thought Tommy was extremely hot. Which leads to right now , on your hands and knees while your mouth and cunt are being abused .

It felt like hours went by as multiple orgasms rippled through your stomach and how many orgasms have leaked into your sopping wet cunt or you have to swallow , you don’t know . Cause by the time another orgasm rippled through you you were barely able to keep yourself up and you were basically a mess with mascara running down your face and a mixture of both the boys cum and saliva running down you chin . “Look at the lil slut , a absolute mess” Nikki spat out while examining your abused and used body “ watcha think Tom , wanna go for another round?” “Whew absolutely, I think can use another round” Tommy said before picking you up like you were nothing and putting you on his lap . As Tommy slowly inched his cock into your already overstimulated and sopping wet hole , for a few seconds Tommy stopped but before you could realize why it was so calm you felt Nikki's cock enter the already preoccupied hole and before you could get the chance the make a sound Nikki already had some of his fingers in your mouth to muffle your screams. After you had gotten used to the two of them in your tight hole you made a noise to let go and as they both started to go in and out . At first slowly to not overwhelm you , but at time went on there was nothing you could do to stop Tommy and Nikki's brutal pace. Whilst they continued to abuse your poor cunt , you started to feel a familiar feeling in your stomach , the familiar feeling of a tight rope in your abdomen. Just as the tight rope snapped , your legs started to shake and as your sight went white , you pass out . When you awoke again you had been cleaned up and had a fresh pair of clothes on while been snuggled up between to two men like you were before.

A/N: Heyy guys! , I hope you enjoy this story . So sorry it came out so late I got diagnosed with pneumonia and spent the last few days/weeks in hospital trying to figure out what it was . Luckily they found out , I’m currently taking meds and starting to feel so much better!. I hope everyone reading has a good kinktober/October.

[madiisixx]

Naked and Bare | Current! Tommy Lee x Reader

Summary: you asked Your husband to be more dominant with you in the bedroom.

AUTHORS NOTE: I've never written for Tommy before so if this is trash, I sincerely apologize in advance. This is also shorter because I made it into a blurb rather than a full blown fic.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

GIF by deakysblueoutfit

Butterflies in your tummy is all you felt in this moment.

you asked for it and you may regret it later but right now? Oh, it felt so good.

Your husband Plowing into you from behind, one hand pulling on your hair and another around your stomach to keep you up right.

Sloppy kisses filled your ears and Heavy pants came from your lips, "Tommy more please" 

He chuckled and leaned his lips right next to your ear. "My sweet baby wants more yeah? I'll give her more."

And with those next words, high pitched moans and gasps fell from your lips. He started to plow into you faster than before and the thrusts of his hips had you bouncing back onto him.

Sweet moans fell from his lips and he grunted, leaning his back against you. "I can feel you starting to get close baby, you gonna cum for daddy?"

You moan loudly and gasps into his ears, "Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum daddy please!"

He reaches around and brings his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing it in time to match his thrusts.

Reaching your own hands up to your chest, you squeeze them and pull on your nipples for some extra stimulation.

Tommy groaned at the sight and his thrusts started to get sloppy, "baby if you don't cum soon, I'm gonna blow my load." 

you giggled, but soon the giggles turn into screaming moans as he picked up his pace once again.

Clenching down around him hard, you started to see starts behind your eyes. "Oh Tommy! Oh my god!"

He panted and sweat started to drip down onto his face, he reached his hand up into your hair and pulled it back hard enough towards him it made you explode around him instantly.

"Fuck yeah! look at that baby, you're so sexy Cumming on me like that fuck!"

All you felt were stars behind your eyes, you didn't even notice that Tommy was right behind you in ecstacy.

One last thrust and a groan in your ear, you felt his seed paint your walls, him groaning into your ear.

He chuckled and wiped the tears of pleasure from your eyes, "My sweet baby, such a good girl for me."

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[teddypickerry]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

pairings! nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 2.4k

summary! in which the brutal ending of y/n & tommy’s relationship leaves an opening for nikki

a/n! i’m not in love w this BUTTT it’ll do the job. also guys??? i’ve read like every fucking nikki thing on this app pls help. need more!!!! but yeah idk this kinda sucks.

"how long after a breakup can you ask someone out?" was the words that made mick mars' typical poker face turn into something quite different. considering the man speaking them, nikki goddamn sixx, the king of sleaze, was questioning this. there was doubt in the guitarist's mind who nikki had in mind while thinking out loud. y/n y/l/n. otherwise known as, y/n, tommy lee's girlfriend.

the two sat around in mars' dressing room for their vegas show. which so luckily happened to be y/n's current residence. mick balanced his guitar on his lap and a bottle of something that was definitely not water against his leg. he preferred his alone time before the havoc of the shows. so when his bassist interrupted this sacred hour, he was incredibly dissatisfied. nikki dragged himself in the room as if he was in pain. there was a million thoughts behind his green eyes and a bottle of jack daniels in his right hand.

"bassist, just go fuck his girlfriend already." mick spoke out of pure annoyance to hint, with pure hope, that sixx would get the hell out of his dressing room. but of course, nikki lacked this cue and continued his pacing antics. "okay they broke up they're not even together, man. and," he stopped and pointed his free hand at mick who gave up on the silence and leaned back into the couch. "you, don't know shit. i could be talking about anyone."

"okay so tommy cheating on y/n and her finding out exactly six hours ago has nothing to do with this?" mick stated rather he questioned as nikki booped his head before taking a long swig of the whiskey. as if it serviced as his oxygen in that moment. "but on another note i mean i fucked his ex girlfriend-"

"fiance," mick corrected from the couch making nikki dramatically groan before continuing on with his story. "-i fucked my best friend's fiancé okay? and i tried to fuck his mom, right? and he didn't give two shits did he?"

"well he never found out about the whole cheating on him with you thing but-" mick added along making nikki's green eyes shift towards him with utter annoyance. "what i'm trying to say here is," his voice deepened and increased its volume. "this is nowhere near as bad as that, right? i mean asking his ex-girlfriend out on a real date. it's not like i'm trying to bone her. i mean i am, but not right away."

"well of course because you're a gentleman." mick humored with his own playful smile approaching his lips. nikki couldn't help but keep his eyes on the wiseman as he brought the bottle to his lips again. he could feel the lightness of the bottle as he brought it back down. he was gonna be plastered before he could even leave this dressing room.

mick mars wasn't one to typically give a shit about nikki's love life i mean, he liked KISS. but, mick did like y/n. he thought tommy was a fucking dumbass for cheating on her with a bunch of groupies. and he had watched nikki slowly begin to catch feelings for her. he beat the shit out of tommy anytime he did y/n wrong, and he actually found himself having talks with her whenever she joined them on the road or in the studio. mick could even catch the weird looks nikki would give tommy anytime he'd blow her a kiss or talk about fucking her. it may have been a fucked up version of love, but it was nikki's.

"look," mick started as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and looked at the young bassist. "i know you like her, you'd be a dumbass not to. you like her more than tommy ever could fucking dream of. so just fucking go for it. she might not be ready to date another dumbass right away but then you wait for her. because y/n, man, she's worth it. but i mean until she'd be ready just be there for her. she's upset, her boyfriend cheated on her with a bunch of hot chicks. go talk to her and make sure she's okay."

a smile suddenly appeared on nikki's face as he got lost in the vision of the woman. it was like he'd completely left the room in that moment and entered y/n's enticing daydream. it wasn't long before he made the actual journey to her hotel room, running out of the dressing room making mick scowl. "sixx! i didn't mean right now, we have a show- oh, forget it." he finished with a grumble as he brought his liquor to his lips and downed it. before exiting the room too and preparing for the show.

it wasn't hard to find the hotel considering it was just down from the venue. the same hotel the band was staying in, just a few floors to separate them. it wasn't shocking that y/n was in the same hotel considering she only ended things with the drummer six hours earlier. getting her own room almost immediately after. nikki still hadn't seen the girl since the brutal ending to the relationship between his two friends. she had locked herself away in her hotel room and he had been stuck in with tommy's dumbass all day in rehearsals.

y/n's room number was a haze in the bassist's memory. partly due to the intoxication of his mind and partly because he had already forgotten what the bellhop told him just moments ago. when he lied and said he was mr. y/l/n and had forgotten his room number. he had to bring out his theatrics when the young bellhop told him he couldn't simply give out a resident's room number. nikki pulled the "i'm pretty sure my wife is sucking some other guys dick in there right now, so can you just please tell me my goddamn room number so i can serve that cheating bastard!"

the long haired rocker found himself at his wife and his shared room. he knocked with his fist as the other awkwardly stood by his side. he'd no idea what he was going to say to her or do with her. i mean, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do but he obviously wouldn't be executing that on her... not at this moment at least.

the opening of the door made his breath nearly hitch. the girl stood there wrapped in the hotel branded robe with dampened hair. her face was tinted red and puffy as if she'd been crying all afternoon. it was fair considering the afternoon that she did have. but it still made nikki want to rip the door off it's hinges.

"sixx," she called out softly as she presented him a slight smile as if it was the best she had. he mirrored her expression, a sad smile taking over his face at the sight of the defeated girl. the drummer and y/n had only dated a few months at this point, but they'd been more serious than nikki'd ever seen tommy. tommy's a hopeless romantic with a fucked up view of it. but he's still a romantic guy, he's a guy who loves. and y/n was easy to love.

the fame and fortune finally got to tommy and he did what he did best — he fucked every moving thing in his sight. he was full of guilt, not that that helped in the slightest. and after a month of cheating on the girl with several packs of groupies he finally came clean. expressing that he wanted to stop and be with her and her only. y/n however didn't see eye to eye here... and screamed the living shit out of tommy. rightfully so.

"what are you doing here...?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows as nikki shrugged and glanced around her hotel room. noticing the television humming in the background, an episode of fantasy island playing. her hotel room lacked the size that his did but the view was insane. "wanted to see how you're doing. can i come in?"

she nodded and stepped out of the way so nikki could enter the room. shutting the door behind him the bassist made his way towards the bed. he was in his concert getup, the ripped mötley tank top that showed off his severe amount of tattoos and tan that could go on for days. vegas was a heat festival and it was a causality to wear his classic leather pants. "sorry, 'm not thinking straight." y/n muttered as she followed him into the room and crossed her arms. he turned towards her as she stopped in her tracks. the two nearly slamming into one another.

"it's fine, you know. just... fuck tommy, man." nikki shrugged out as y/n let out a chuckle. her first genuine smile of the day. nikki couldn't help but smile at the sound that rolled off her tongue. the girl bit her lip before sitting down at the end of her bed. the bassist leaned against the dresser his arms crossing in the process. nikki seemed to tower over the sat girl in this moment. something he noticed almost immediately. "you're something else, sixx."

"no, i mean it. what he did- jesus," he sighed at the girl as her smile faltered. "just fuck him. he finally got something good and he let that go. that's on him. he's a dumbass."

"yeah, yeah he is." y/n mumbled as she leaned back onto her elbows, her robe riding up ever so slightly. nikki couldn't help but look at the exposed skin — immediately regretting it once he remembered it was his friend's ex-girlfriend. an awesome girl who was upset and lonely. typically he'd take this as a chance to do her but this was different. this is the girl he's known for a few months now. the girl who he saw on a daily basis, who understood his jokes, who genuinely cared if he drank too much, who wouldn't shame him for his actions — rather express concern. she gave a shit about him and looked good doing it.

"i don't know how he just expected me to get over it like that." she muttered out as she fell on her back and her hands covered her eyes. nikki stood for a moment before taking a seat beside her, leaning down towards her. y/n removed her hands from her eyes as the two were warningly close. "everyone told me to not get involved with a rockstar. all my friends told me it was a bad idea, tommy has a reputation. i always told them they were mad and i believed it too. i fooled myself even. i just..." she trailed off as she turned to face the boy even more. "i can't believe he would do this."

"maybe you just got involved with the wrong rockstar," nikki mumbled quietly. so quiet y/n could hardly pick up but she in fact did. words that stuck in her mind as her eyes got lost in his. she'd never seen nikki tense up so quickly, like he just said something he shouldn't have. nikki wasn't one to say something and feel bad about it, or take it back. he was a man of his word and he meant every single one.

"look i don't want to rush you into anything, i know you're upset right now. i know my timing is off but god, since i met you i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i can't stop thinking about how if i would have seen you first at that party instead of tommy. i just..." his voice trailed off as he let out a dry chuckle. "i don't know what i'm doing right now. i know this is a fucked up thing to do to tommy but quite frankly i don't fucking care. because you're the girl of my dreams and as fucking annoying as that phrase is- i mean it. i've never felt something so rock 'n' roll for someone, man."

the silence was inevitable for a moment as y/n's face became unreadable. nikki pressured his own smile to break it, "you don't have to say anything or whatever. i mean you probably don't even give two shits about me-"

sixx was shut up by the feeling of her lips pressed to his. a feeling he'd thought off far too many times but never quite yet experienced it. all his daydreams couldn't even amount to the warmth and harmony between the two pairs of lips. he'd kissed women before, obviously, but never with such love behind it.

y/n's hand came up behind his neck as she pulled him down onto her, him obliging perfectly. his legs came other side of her own as he could feel the thin fabric of the robe below him. one hand held her face while the other wrapped the two together. their lips moved in perfect harmony until they finally pulled apart for a breath of oxygen. but y/n tasted much better to nikki.

"i like you, nikki. i like you a lot. i like just about everything about you... but you're right, i'm not ready for anything serious yet." y/n told him as he nodded and offered her an understanding smile. "when i am-"

"-i'll be right here." nikki finished off her sentence as she shined a bright smile at the bassist who was practically straddling her. "until then, friends?"

"who share spit?" nikki questioned softly as he lips pressed to her jawline and lowered to her neck. the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the sensation and the feeling of the man. "mhm," she mumbled into his hair. "what are we gonna tell tommy?"

"i really don't give a shit about him right now and neither should you. but... i guess we'll cross that bridge when we, how the fuck does that go? i don't know but i guess we'll just avoid him at the show tonight." he shrugged to the woman before a thought crossed her mind. "wait... nikki. the show-"

"fuck!" he practically screamed before hopping off the bed and onto the floor where he nearly fell. "i gotta be on stage in like ten minutes and fuck, i'm gonna have to run." he grumbled for a moment before turning towards y/n. "after party. come. please, i want you there."

"you got it, friend. now run, forrest, run!"

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

Little Flower

(Gif is not mine (Lee Pace on google))

Joel Miller X FemAFAB!Reader

Summary: after being in Jackson and finally settling down with Ellie and his love, You, Joel finds himself wanting… more. But being in an apocalypse doesn’t exactly call for that more being the best of times. And you are dead set that it will not happen. Joel is determined to convince you otherwise.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only MDNI, Established relationship, hinted at age gap, persuasion, slight(?) dubcon, cnc, Dark!Joel, heavy breeding kink, fingering, P IN V unprotected sex, cream pie, use of term daddy and mama. Crying,

Word Count: Long as per usual.

A/N: this is purely self indulgent, I’m not sorry about it. But please this is a very dark fanfiction so please use caution with the warning before you continue reading. Please check out my other stories about our heart throb Joel Miller below.

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Joel never thought this would be the state of mind he’d ever find himself in again, his feelings and emotions wrapped around his throat, constantly chocking him. And it all centered around you.

You’re currently sitting in the living room with Ellie on the floor in front of you, fixing her hair into a braid as she reads aloud parts of a magazine she found. Both of you are laughing over the topics, how people found such trivial things so important back before. Joel isn’t hanging onto a single word, lost in thought as he stares at you.

Some deep emotion is twisting its way into his heart, circling the beating organ and squeezing painfully until he is able to pinpoint just what it is. His eyes dart to the big window before him, right to Tommy and Maria’s house.

The pain is jealousy.

Your laugh catches his attention, dragging his eyes over your frame dressed simply in one of his t-shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. He’s always liked seeing you walking around with his clothing on, like a way of marking you as his. Your hands move delicately through Ellie’s hair, gentle and sure, caring for her like she was your own.

That’s where it really hits him. Like a punch to the gut out of no where that makes him hunch over slightly, eyes widening as it all falls together, the explanation for his feelings.

Joel wants a family with you.

“And you’re all done.” You drop Ellie’s braid as she turn around, showing you a bright smile that always warms your heart.

“Thank you!” She scrambles up, flinging the magazine onto the table and bolts for the door, yelling her goodbyes as the thick wood closes behind her. You laugh with a shake of your head, muttering a soft ‘You’re Welcome’ to the room.

Joel stands from where he was sitting in the armchair and drops onto the couch beside you and instinctively you sink back into his warmth. “Kids always on the go.” He remarks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side.

“She’s finally getting comfortable here, she’s got school and friends and her girlfriend.” You lean your head back wiggling your eyebrows at Joel suggestively and he chuckles, the vibrations rumbling into your back.

“And what about you? Are you comfortable here?” His thumb rubs at your arm, slow and steady as he keeps his eyes locked on your, the chocolate color of his irises darker today.

“Yeah, I have the kids at school who are wonderful, I have you and your family, a place where I haven’t had to keep one eye open at night for two years now… It feels nice to have something so… normal.”

He kisses your forehead in response, letting god lips linger a moment longer than necessary but you relax into the contact, the simple gesture making your toes curl and your stomach flutter.

“‘Normal.’ S’Pretty funny word, nowadays.” He whispers pulling back, watching your eyes flutter shut and face relax. Your lips turn down naturally into a small pout and instinctively he wants to kiss it away, wanting you to smile always. “Been thinking about how things have gotten pretty normal.”

“Yeah? You missing all the action?”

“No… not in the slightest… I just…” Joela heart rate picks up, his grip unknowingly tightening around you as he finally lets the bottled up words roll off of his tongue. “I’ve been thinking about us, actually. We are safe here, it’s nice, we have friends, home, food… We could really… settle down together.” He presses a kiss to your jaw softly, in that spot he’s memorized that always makes you a little breathless.

“Settle down?” You ask, focusing more on the brush of his lips and the large hand that now finds purchase on the inside of your thigh.

Joel takes a steadying breath. “I want to add to our little family.”

His words hit you like a bucket of ice water, startling you from your hazy stupa. You jerk from his side, twisting around with wide eyes and a slack jaw. You search his face and find nothing but seriousness, making your stomach drop.

“W-what? Joel that’s… It’s the end of the world!” Your voice rises in octaves with each word, panic setting in and Joel quickly tries to calm you down.

“Honey, the world ended 22 years ago, and here we are.” He tries to joke, to bring the lightheartedness back to the conversation but it falls on deaf ears. “Can’t you see a little me and you runin around here? Causing all kinds of trouble?”

“No… We can’t. I can’t.” You emphasize pointing to yourself and his smile falls as you pull further away, putting space between your bodies. “Every day we are living on borrowed time, hell tomorrow a hoard could come crashing through this camp and kill all of us and you want a baby?”

You become more and more visibly upset as the thought settles over your shoulders, lower lip trembling as tears sting the back of your eyes. You and Joel had talked about his years back when you both lived at the Boston QZ. Agreeing that neither of you wanted kids at the start of this relationship, knowing that he had lost his only daughter and you weren’t going to put yourself at risk in a world like this.

Though deep down the decision had hurt you, havig dreamt of a big family since you were in your teens, you knew better than to ever act on it. And you thought Joel did to.

“I would never let anything like that happen to us, and either would anyone else in this town.” He says it with such confidence that you scoff. “Hey, look at me.” Joel cups your chin gently, turning your gaze from the floor to his and that pain in your stomach only grows worse with the sincerity and longing in his eyes. “I didn’t want to upset you darlin’, I just see you with Ellie and your student and it makes me… want. You would be the most amazing mother.”

Tears slip past your heavy lashes as you shake your head, letting his hand drop to squeeze your own. “If we didn’t live in a world like this I would have said yes, Joel… but so many things could go wrong, I don’t… it’s not safe.”

“Maria had all of those doctors there to help her and she and their boy are happy and healthy.” His heart and mind are racing at equal speed, searching for the right words to convince you.

Instead your face twists up and you stand, shaking off his hand before walking from the room, tossing your words over your shoulder with venom. “I’m not Maria.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

It’s a month later and you’ve both seemingly have finally pushed the conversation to the back of your minds as you get ready for bed, pulling the comforter down and throwing the extra pillows to Joel’s side.

He watches you form the doorway for a moment, eyes trained on your bare thighs and the small glimpses of your ass he can catch whenever you bend over slightly in that big t-shirt. He walks towards you slowly, slipping his large hands around your waist making you jump. “Jesus…” you breath, leaning against him once you realize who it is.

“No just me.” He chuckles back making you roll your eyes. He rubs his chin along the side of your neck and you squirm at the scratch of his beard. “Ellie went over to that girl’s house for the night.”

“Dina.” You correct, smile spreading slowly across your lips as his hands find your hips, gripping and pulling you back against him. It was the move that always made your body thrum, arousal pooling between your legs.

A hum is your only response as his lips soothe over the red patch his beard made, wet kisses leading from your shoulder to the underside of your jaw. You turn your head, allowing more access and he groans, nipping your skin with his teeth.

“Mmm…” Your whine only spurred him on, grinding his hips against your ass as he bunches your shirt around your waist.

A set of fingers find the band of your panties tracing the elastic back and forth where it meets your soft stomach. “So pretty.” He whispers dipping his fingers just under the band, sliding through your thatch of hair. “Been thinking about you all day.” His voice is dropping, reverberating through his chest and into your back.

“Y-yeah?” You question breathlessly, eyes fluttering close as his rough palm cups your breast through the thin shirt, and his fingers continue there decent.

“Yeah, baby. Been thinking about you just like this, all pretty and warm and wet for me.” His fingers finally catch on the hood of your clit, rubbing tender circles right where you need him, legs buckling slightly into the bed, hands covering his for support.

He doesn’t stop his assault on your neck, working the flesh with bruising kisses that you will have to hide when you go to work. You never do a good job, and he’s prideful in the fact the whole town can see them, that they know you are his.

“Joel…” You pants into the air, rocking back into him thankful for the hold he has on you as your legs begin to tremble, hips twitching.

You can’t even count the number of times he’s gotten you off just like this, slowly working your clit to the point of breaking for him, his words and lips the catalyst to it all.

And Joel knows it, knows just how to make you into that crying pleading mess, all for him. “My girl, my sweet pet. Gonna cum for me?” He growls lowly peaking at your face that’s drawn tight in pleasure. You give a nod, but that isn’t what he wants, no he needs to hear you tonight. “I asked you a question, darlin’.” He stops moving his fingers completely, just pressing into your clit making you keen, head lifting just to fall back to his shoulder.

“Yes… Yes I’m gonna cum.” You hastily babble out, nails digging into his forearms.

“Good girl.” He all but purrs, moving his fingers quicker than before to make up for lost pleasure. You gasp, lips pulling taught into an O, eyes closing as your body tenses, pussy squeezing around air as your orgasm rushes at you. “Cum baby, soak those panties for me.” Your body obeys instantly, a delicate cry leaving your lips that consumes Joel with need as he bites into your shoulder, squeezing your breast roughly to add to the overwhelming sensation. Flashes off heat coat your skin, your arousal dripping into your cotton underwear just as Joel demanded and you feel languid and hazy as your hips twitch, riding your high against his steady fingers.

Joel slowly withdraws his fingers, kissing your abused neck. “Lay down baby, let me take care of you.” With his arms no longer supporting you all you can do is comply, sinking down onto your stomach with a heavy sigh.

He works you out of your panties quickly, manhandling you how he wants as he lifts your hips, pressing your chest down into the comforter. You whimper softly at the cool air on your soaked lower lips, squirming underneath Joel.

“Hush baby, don’t want me to stop now do you?” You shake your head, fingers curling into the warm fabric below you as his jeans hit the floor with a thud, his shirt following shortly after. Joel palms himself through his boxers, admiring the arch of your back and the way your ass stick out just that much further at his question.

‘She looks good enough to breed.’

Biting his lip harshly he drops to his knees before you, thankful for whoever made a bed this damn low, and wraps his arms around your thighs. You mewl meekly as he blows warm air across your throbbing cunt, knowing his smile is devilish. He cooes mockingly, hands pressing your thighs further apart to accommodate him. “Please Joel… want you so bad.” Instead of teasing your further he takes pity, your glistening cunt screaming for his attention as he dips his head and licks a fat stripe from your throbbing clit to your weeping entrance.

The moan you let out is strangled and draw out, filling the room and inflating Joel’s ego. “Right here baby? Is this where you need me?” He repeats that same path, again and again, the skilled muscle working through your folds deeper and deeper with each pass.

“Yeeesss… fuck baby, please…” You rock back against his face, bliss and overstimulation battling in your body as he grips tighter, fucking you with his tongue in earnest at your cries. As much as this is for you, for your own pleasure, Joel could spend hours right here, drawing out as many orgasms as he wanted, lapping you up as you spill across his face and stain the sheets. He could never get enough of you.

“Joel… Joel…” His name is the only warning you can give, your second orgasm creeping up inside you as your walls flutter around his tongue. He takes his que, lips finding your clit as he slips two thick digits into your heat, curling them down right into that spongy spot that always leaves your vision blurry and star riddled.

You cry out, muffled by the covers as you clamp down on his fingers, pussy throbbing with each wave of your release that washes over you, dotting your skin with sweat as the heat of it engulfs you. Joel lets loose a groan of his own, hungrily devouring everything you give him.

You squirm against him as he continues to lazily thrust his fingers, calluses dragging against your walls in the most sensitive spots, his lips and tongue never leaving your clit even as your second high of the night fades and your left trembling on the bed. “G-gotta stop, J-Joel.” You beg, thighs giving out on you.

“One more baby. One more for me.” He doesn’t stop the relentless slow pace of his fingers, dragging them over and over against that spot inside you that has your pussy clenching and fluttering around him.

“N-no… ca-can’t…” Your words are cut short with a gasp as he works another finger inside you, never losing that steady rhythm.

“Shh, lil mama, be a good girl and give me one more.” He emphasizes his demand with a harsh suck to your swollen, aching clit, his teeth gliding across the bud.

Tears sting your eyes as you mewl pathetically into the sheets, the pain of being so over stimulated slowly melting into pleasure that licks at your spine. Pressure builds in your hips, all to quickly, making your body rock subconsciously.

“That’s it, give in, fuck my fingers honey.” His lips trail to your thighs, biting and kissing leaving marks for only him to see later when you shed your clothing, a reminder. His thumb finds your clit, drawing slow circles until he feels your pussy flutter. “Let daddy have it.”

You scream into the bed, hiding your face as tears finally slip along your cheeks, and your orgasm rushes from you. His words always your undoing. He’s mumbling small praises, working you through your release until you’ve collapsed completely onto the bed, hiccuping slightly as your body twitches.

He sucks his fingers clean, using the bed to help him stand as his knees groan in protest. Joel stairs down at your limp body, small pleasurable noises escaping your dry throat and he can’t help his smile.

He gets rid of his boxers, thick cock springing free with a soft groan. Gently, Joel rolls you over, climbing onto the bed between your trembling thighs, peppering your wet face with kisses. “Did so good for me, didn’t you?” He whispers, gauging your responses.

You mumble out a small ‘Yes’ to spent to do more and Joel knows he has you right where he needs you to be.

He pumps his cock a few times before aligning himself with your abused hole. You suck in a gasp, shaking your head slightly, as he sinks in, you body accepting him despite the pain from being so worked up.

“I could open you up all night and you’d still squeeze my dick so fucking hard.” He growls, hitching your legs around his waist as he presses his weight into you, your chest brushing against his with each ragged breath. His hands wrap around you wrists, pinning you effectively as he begins to slowly fuck you.

You moan, face pinched and head tilted back, legs squeezing around his waist.

“That’s right mama, just let it happen.” You can now focus on his words, your body involuntarily squeezing his with the nickname. “Fuck… you like the sound of that? Huh lil mama?” He emphasis the question with a hard thrust, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix and you groan with a shallow nod that Joel almost misses.

“J-Joel…” the pain has finally melted into mind numbing pleasure, his cock imprinting your walls just the way you like, each ridge and vein hitting every spot that makes you impossibly more aroused.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He whispers softly against your ear, his thumb rubbing across your wrist in gentle strokes. “Can’t stop thinking about putting a baby in you.”

Your heart rate picks up, body jerking in surprise, but he expects that, suddenly picking up his pace. You moan brokenly pressing your cheek against his. “B-but…”

“Shh darlin, let me take care of you…” Joel’s voice holds a note of desperation, voice strained as his cock throbs. “Just wanna watch you swell with my baby, you’ll look so beautiful, and she will look just like her mama, beautiful and happy.”

The image plants itself into your brain, a bouncing baby girl in your arms, looking just like you and Joel, something in your brain starting to run with the idea. Logic melting away with each harsh thrust from the man above you.

“S-scary… it’ll be… scary…” You wheeze out, pleasure blooming low between your hips.

“I know, but we have everyone to help us. We’ve got this. I’ve got you.” And he talks like it’s decided, like it’s already happening because your hips are meeting his and tears are spilling over your lashes. He grinds against your clit at just the right angle, pulling your release from you with no other choice and you’re turned into a puddle of acceptance and want below him.

“P-please…” Your voice breaks as your orgasm explodes through your body, painful and yet euphoric and Joel follows quickly, stilling inside you as he erupts, painting your walls with thick cum that warms you in a way nothing ever has. He groans low and drawn out in your ear, body shaking with the force of it all and he has to will himself not to collapse on top of you.

You both stay silent for the few moments that follow, his fingers tangled with yours as he gently kisses the length of your neck. “I love you sweet heart. I love you so very much.”

You only press your face against his neck, heart hammering into your ribs at your decision, but hold onto him just as tight. Only the coming months can tell if his plan worked, or if he will have to try again.

Either way Joel has won, the image of your future child burned into your thoughts as you drift towards sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*

[nyxnygma]

I luv your sub Vince fics!! May i request current Tommy lee smut?? 🖤🖤

Fingers || Tommy Lee

[Tommy Lee x Fem!Reader]

Summary: your sitting on his lap when you decide to experiment

Warnings: fingers being sucked, masturbation and fingering

Masterlist

A/N: sorry I didn’t really specify of it was modern or younger Tommy!! And I have no idea what I have just written and for some reason there is no dialogue

Tommy had had a bad day and the best way to this to lead him into the living room and cuddle on his lap.

You both sat there in comfortable silence as you admire his face and play with the ends of his hair. You stared at his pink lips.

Tommy watched you and his mind went hazy and body started tingling in delight as your body rested upon him, soft flesh melding into each other.

You silently bring your fingers to his lips, tugging his bottom lip down with your index, middle, and ring fingers, searching for some sort of reaction. You push your fingers inside and his brows furrow faintly but he allows it, curious.

Twirling your fingers around the wet cavern, your lips part. You press down on his tongue and he recoils, unconsciously sucking lightly. You release a shaky breath, pupils dilating. Tommy, he sucks again, coating your fingers with a messy layer of saliva. Things escalating even quicker as you shift on his thighs, grazing his hardening cock.

A string of spit connects his bottom lip to your shining fingers. You stare at it, slowly sliding your gaze up to his eyes. You circle your fingers, breaking the bond in half. It falls to Tommy’s chin and he darts his tongue out, collecting it.

The drummer watches you lift your skirt, exposing your panties. He looks from the wet spot to your eyes, giving you a little smirk. You don’t react, instead you slip your soaked fingers under the waistband of your panties, sighing contently as you begin to rub slow circles onto your clit.

He feels himself harden some more, watching as you pick up your pace and your head falls backwards, mouth agape and eyes closed tight. your thighs tense and relax, and your chest heaves. breathy moans and whines bubble up your throat and pop in his ears, the effects sliding down to cock that begins to leak. he hold your hips, leaning forward to lazily kiss your neck. You lean into his touch, moving your fingers with increasing fervor.

He itches to touch you, replace your pathetic movements but he refrains, loving the look of bliss and frustration that stares back at him when you finally open your eyes. your brows furrow and your thighs tense, a prolonged whine gets caught in your throat abruptly as you begin to convulse in pleasure. you fight to keep your eyes open as you rub yourself through your orgasm, looking at him lustfully.

You collapse forward, sloppily aiming to kiss his lips but you miss completely, slobbering all over his jaw. he captures your lips, kissing your passionately as you relax into him.

It was doing to be a long, tiring night.

[lesbian4fionapple]

welcome to my blog !

hello, hello! you can call me nina. i used to be pretty popular on here last year but i made a new account :C but this is my new account!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !!!

on this account i’ll be posting about rockstar blurbs/fics so please feel free to send in some reqs :3

please read more for what i will and will not write.

who i write for:

dave mustaine!!!, david ellefson, nick menza!!!, marty friedman, kiko louriero!!!, james hetfield!!!, kirk hammett!!!, cliff burton!!!, jason newsted!!!, slash!!!, steven adler!!!, duff mckagan!!!, tommy lee!!!, nikki sixx!!!, zack de la rocha!!!

+ others that you request if i know them well enough !

what i will NOT write:

scat, pedophilia (age gap is ok), cnc, public sex (no not teasing under the table that’s fine), water sports, incest, actual abuse anything to do with bodily fluids… just no.

p.s. i DO write for male readers but not member x member!

that is all!! thank you for reading this ahead of time!

[sugarsfics]

Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  

Word count: 2.0k 

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

[marvelobsessed134]

Delicate Flower masterlist 🌸

A/n: just wanna say this now, don’t like don’t read.

Pairings: Seb!Tommy Lee x Fem!Innocent!Reader x Lily! Pamela Anderson

General warnings: somewhat dark themes (not really mainly some tiny manipulation and possessiveness), innocent reader is like extremely innocent, fingering, p in v sex, mommy and daddy kink, sub!reader, dom!tommy, switch!pamela, degradation.

The basics

—> How you met them and your dynamic

Blurb- Pamela fingering you over the washing machine

—> What happens when daddy’s not home

You for breakfast

—> When mommy and daddy are hungry for something else

[lvst4lifee]

UPDATED PROFILE INTRODUCTION!

"hell is a teenage girl"

Blogger introduction PPL I WRITE FOR AT END!

name: i don't feel comfortable sharing my name so you can just refer to me as "C" l

ittle facts: leo, infp(i am insane), bi, metalhead, baby bat and getting into riot grrrl fasion and subcaulture, regulus black defender till i die, in love with rockstars dead and alive,she/her!

𖤐;--- likes: art, poetry, classic ligature, music, rock/metal, metallica, cat person forever 𓃠, my room, my cats, wrighting, online moots, my baby brother, my mom 🫀, horror, witchcraft, vintage pornography,

𖤐;--- Dislikes: people, people who bully people for being different, alt people who bully other alt ppl on fasion or makup as if they dont get bullied by others enough, posers, the plaid pants vaping in the girls washroom type, people who wear band tees that either dont know its a band or dont listen to the band at all, milk chocolate, meat, any fish but salmon, homaphobic/racist/sexiest/transphobic people, all men/boys exept for the od few in my family and hot roclstars and actors.

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i use pintrest, spotify and tiktok. May one day put it here

request : currently opened

NO!

things i will NOT be writing abt

kinks including, pet play, piss, scat etc

underage age/minor smut and/or minor x none minor

(im very sorry about this one and i somtimes will try to wright it. m/m. As a female with a female body it's hard to wright in male pov or about reader with male gentals. I somtimes will try my best if its nothing to crazy or i have extra time and am up to it but it is very difficult alltho i want everyone to be included BUT i can do a bit better on gender nutreal/ no pronoun use if i cant do male!

pedophilia ( i am not sorry about this)

any type of rape kink. If a reader specifically wants a angest metioning it to cope with their experience i can try but ive never done it before so im not sure how comfortable i'd be. understand that when im not comfortable with smth i can not wright it but i give my condolences.

none concent that isnt CNC

if you have a request that isn't included here let me know and i'll get back to u if it's smth i do or not but keep in mind i am comfortable with:

f/f ex: female reader x courtney love

smut

bdsm

just rlly kinky shit in general

angest

fluff

ect...

finally the best part!! WHO I MANLY WRIGHT FOR

🦇 K I R K H A M M E T T 🦇

☆ any era

☆ i wright for all of metallica but mainly kirk ngl

G U N S N R O S E S

☆ Steven

☆ Izzy

☆ Axl

☆ Slash

☆ Duff

M Ö T L E Y C R Ü E

☆ Tommy mostlt.. but any of them is fine!

M E T A L L I C A

☆Cliff

☆Kirk

☆james

☆Lars

☆Jason

☆Rob

... lots more including

hole

nirvana

Rory clukin characters (we love a whimpering king)

rlly wtvr ur heart desires if i know it i will if not i'll do research and possibly do it!

please be a little specific when requsting

Ex: can you wright load kirk x fem reader smut where....

i'll do oneshots or headcannons so u can put little rants of what your thinking with the person

Ex: i cant stop thinking about early met kirk with...

(this is not edited and will probably continue to be updated)

[zablife]

WIP List 29/3/24

Hi lovelies, here's everything I'm working on atm and a few updates below the cut.

I should be writing 🙈, but instead I'm organizing the remaining fics I have in my inbox before announcing any plans for a 2.5k celebration which is long overdue! (If you have any ideas for that, pls send them my way!)

BLURBS:

Currently taking requests from this prompt list. So far I have received:

❧ It terrifies me what I would do for you. w/ Tommy or Luca from @cillmequick

❧ I've killed for you. Who else can say that? w/ Tommy from @thomashelbyswife

ONE SHOTS:

❧ Lovefool Tommy x gf reader

Summary: An infatuated Tommy finds his gf in a state of confusion, leading him to question her devotion. Will she say she loves him and not another?

❧ Secrets and Lies- Tommy x OC

Summary: The new barmaid has a secret she's desperately trying to hide from Tommy. When her past begins to threaten his family's future, who will he remain loyal to?

❧Untitled -John x female reader and Tommy x female reader

Summary: When John's fiancé offers comfort to a distraught Tommy, they forge a bond that threatens to break the alliance the Shelbys have worked so hard to forge with the Lees.

SERIES UPDATES

Recently completed:

❧ Now You Know the Truth - Tommy x wife reader

Returning soon:

❧ Tachipen- Tommy x female reader

Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known. 

Discontinued:

❧ My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars- Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora)

[late-to-the-party-81]

Requests Info

Hi all!

If my requests are open, and you wish to make one, please check out this post first.

REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED! (March 2024)

Thanks you for making your request - please note that I reserve the right to not fill requests that I don't vibe with or do not fall within my boundaries.

Ship fics - I happy to write for the following ships

Any combo of the Cap Quartet, be that 2,3 or all 4 of them.

Starker (only with aged up Peter)

Lokius

Various CE/SS characters (e.g. Lloyd x Nick, Ransom x Lance etc.)

Winter Baron

Combos of Poly Avengers

WandaNat

IronFrost

IronStrange

StrangeFrost

X reader fics - I'm happy to write the following characters with a reader insert or OC

Steve

Bucky

Stucky

Sam

Natasha

Valkyrie

Frank Castle

Eddie Brock (with or without Venom)

Loki

Thor

Joaquin

Zemo

Tony

Dr Strange

TASM or MCU Peter Parker

Wanda

Bruce

CE/SS Characters (please check - I'm not familiar with some of the newer ones and will not do Tommy Lee)

Types of reader insert characters I will write

Any gender (including Trans, Enby or GN) but please provide details if you would like details smut, including squicks in terms of vocabulary usage and kinks.

Always racially neutral. I actively avoid mood board pictures that imply race - I will only use pictures like this if I cannot find something else. The race shown in the mood board does not alter the way I write the reader insert.

I do not use Y/N - I will always find some kind of nickname for the reader

Types of fics I write

Smut (soft, explicit and/or kinky - remember the Kink Tomato!)

Angst

Fluff

Slice of life

Action

Dark (Violence and/or Non-Con/Dub-Con)

What I WON'T write

MCD

Underage (I am from the UK - age of consent here is 16. I would never write an adult with someone of that age, but would write two people of about that age together.)

Scat or Golden Showers (Omoroshi is a bit different - please ask)

Snuff

Incest (that includes Thorki)

Requests can be for new, original fics, or for a continuation of any of my one-shots or series. Please note that if you use the anon function I will not be able to clarify your wants with you or notify you when a story is posted. Anons are allowed though.

When my requests are open, they will be fulffilled and and when the muse and real life allows. Fics will be as long or short as the muse dictates.

If requests are closed, (or even if they are open) please do send asks about my current series - you never know - it may spark something.

[sunsetsixx]

lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.” 

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.” 

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.” 

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time. 

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features. 

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion. 

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?” 

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces. 

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag. 

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.” 

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head. 

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.” 

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour. 

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well. 

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand. 

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. 

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up. 

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head. 

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms. 

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.” 

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.” 

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.” 

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. 

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had. 

~

The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days. 

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me. 

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair. 

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation. 

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer. 

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend. 

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof. 

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now. 

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing. 

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open. 

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–” 

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down. 

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his. 

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion. 

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.” 

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.” 

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working. 

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong. 

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back. 

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.” 

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine. 

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this. 

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well. 

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest. 

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need. 

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

[duuhrayliegh]

Can we get more Sebastian X singer reader?

YES WE CAN NONA!

this is just a little drabble i wrote in a few quick minutes, i’m hoping to get something bigger wrote later.

pretty

pairing: sebastian x singer!reader

warnings: suggestive content?, some language, you know the drill

word count: 717

a/n: i’ve been swamped guys, i’m back on track now, just give me a few days. i’m also working on the next part to watch your six if you want to read those to catch up

full m.list here

Currently, you were on a break from recording. Lounging in the apartment you were renting in LA, taking some much needed off time. Sebastian was currently working on his new role as Tommy Lee. They both of you hadn’t had much time together since filming began, which you totally understood. It took a lot out of him, but you were immensely proud of the work he was doing.

His favorite thing to do right now was to send you videos of his new tricks that he’s learned. Always captioned with the line, “this dog can learn new tricks ;).” Every bit of you wanted him to be able to show you his newly learned tricks in person. Yet, alas, you remained doing the solo version of your nightly routine.

Since you were off and on a mandatory break from writing enforced by not only your manager, but Seb as well, you had been spending an ample amount of time on TikTok. You’d been seeing a lot of challenges floating about recently. A few in particular caught your eye, making you decide to do them because why the hell not? You grabbed your phone, swiping through to your message chain with Sebastian. You checked the time, seeing that he should be out of filming.

you’re pretty

Simple, easy, shouldn’t be something he’s never heard before. He’s a celebrity for christ’s sake.  The videos that you had seen of it always ended up fun for the other people.

What?

Sebastian’s reply came a few minutes later.

you’re pretty

You decided not to change your original statement. This wasn’t necessarily a challenge, but you were interested to see where he was going to take it.

Y/N, I’m confused. What do you mean?

you’re pretty, sebastian

Three flashing bubbles popped up on the bottom of your screen, just above the message bar.

I’m pretty?

Another set of three bubbles just a few seconds later.

Y/N, the fuck you mean?

You frowned a bit as you typed, this wasn’t turning out how you wanted it to.

you’re pretty.

The flashing bubbles appeared yet again, then disappeared just as quickly. Your phone began trilling in your hand, Sebastian’s smiling face overtaking the screen. Your finger pressed on the green answer button, bringing the device to your ear.

“Hello, my love. How’s filming been going?” Your voice was glazed in a saccharine coating. Sebastian cleared his throat on the other end of the line.

“I’m pretty?” You could hear how high his eyebrows shot to his hairline.

“Yes, through careful consideration and findings. You have been proven to be pretty.” A deep laugh emitted from Sebastian’s end, but you spoke over him. “You’re pretty.” Sebastian’s laugh turned into a deep guttural groan. He breathed out during his next sentence.

“Again.” Your eyes widened, a shaking breath leaving your parted lips. Your voice dropped an octave as you spoke.

“Say what?”

“Come on, baby girl. Say it again.”

“Oh, begging now, are we?” Sebastian felt the smirk lifting the corner of your mouth through the speaker of his phone. He was sitting on the edge of the couch in his trailer. Sebastian stood, taking one long stride to reach his hand to ensure the door was locked. “Sebastian Stan, a good begging boy now?” His hand gripped the side of his phone. You knew what he wanted, and really you saying that he was pretty wasn’t all that intriguing to him.

What was intriguing him was the fact that you were pushing this. He wanted to see how far he could get you to go. Before he settled back on the couch, he shoved his shorts down his legs leaving him in his boxers. Sebastian relaxed back into the cushions of the slightly uncomfortable sofa.

“Come on, Y/N. Be a good girl and say it for me.”

“So, you are a begging boy.” A small unironic laugh escaped Y/N’s lips. Sebastian’s jaw clenched at the sound, he’s not used to you not listening.

“Y/N. Say. It. Again.”

“Make. Me.” Sebastian’s hand stopped it’s descent towards his dick. Teeth grinding against each other before he spoke again.

“Y/N.” There was a brief pause. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, you better be ready for me.” And then the line clicked off.