#david lee roth smut

[riveroflayne]

more evh stuff because I am a sucker for him

okay so like let's bring it back to the edging that you mentioned in your last post about him

like he's between thr readers legs just absolutely going to town but every time they're about to cum he just stops and you see the shit-eating grin on his face bc this has been going on for what seems like forever and of course, hes just as enthusiastic about it as when he started too, only he gets more and more turned on by this so hes whimpering into their cunt near the end and its just too hot- and omg he's so pretty but anyways his face is covered in slick and he's somehow even more fine like how is that possible

sorry my inner demons came out-

woah okay thats so real

like you're bucking your hips up into his mouth about to cum and he just pulls off of you and starts kissing your thighs.. and youre whimpering and begging "please... pleasseee eddie.." and he just smiles big and gives your thighs a few love bites...

"you look so pretty when you beg.." dragging out his sentence into another kiss on your thigh....

when he goes back down he's going really slow and making you whine and grab his hair while he looks up at you occasionally to watch you react to his tongue on you<3

when he finally lets you cum he's squeezing your thighs and moaning into your pussy and rutting his hips into the matress for some stimulation of his own <3 he cant wait to fuck you stupid on his cock once youre done coming down from your high on his tongue.

youre muttering "thank you"'s and "i love you"'s to him while he crawls up your body and prepares to fuck you into next week <3

[haywire-hetfield]

i saw you wanted to write some van halen, so could i request some david lee roth x eddie van halen? maybe with the prompts 10 and 12 please, the top and bottom in the pairing is your choice <3

Sure thing!

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

10) "You're so sensitive."

12) "We're not done yet."

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie huffed as David finally slid off of his lap, laying down beside him. It seemed like they’d been fucking for hours which he certainly didn’t mind, but his lungs and thighs disagreed. Both burned from the exertion, although David acted nearly unaffected. “That was good,” Eddie smiled, reaching over to rub at David’s thigh, already missing the contact. 

“It was good, wasn’t it?” David replied, pressing himself as close to Eddie as he could get. Soft kisses were left along his jaw and down his throat. “But you know…We’re not done yet,” David added on and before Eddie could ask what he meant, his hand was slipping down Eddie’s stomach and wrapping around his cock. 

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed out, hips jerking up into the warm hand. His nerves felt like they were on fire and each touch irritated him more, but not enough to have David stop. It was good in a way, bordering so closely on pain. David stroked him slowly, though, trying to coax him back to full hardness. 

“You’re so sensitive,” David laughed at the reaction touching Eddie had earned. He’d always reveled in seeing what sorts of sounds and movements he could cause, especially when it came to Eddie. He had joked about corrupting him enough times when they’d first gotten together and over time, Eddie thought less and less that it was actually a joke. And he certainly didn’t mind being “corrupted.”

“No kidding, I'm sensitive! I just shot my brain out through my dick a minute ago,” Eddie told him and that was truly what it had felt like. He’d felt his brain melting in his skull when he finally came, pulling David’s hips down against him in one final motion. “You’re going to be the death of me,” Eddie admonished, shaking his head as David’s hand didn’t even slow down. His thumb brushed over the head of Eddie’s cock, making him whine pitifully. 

“You’re so dramatic,” David told him, smiling brightly. He seemed pleased with himself when Eddie finally started getting hard again and Eddie was surprised at himself. He hadn’t expected himself to be ready to go again so soon, although if anyone was going to get him there, it would be David. “So handsome too,” He hummed and pressed another kiss to Eddie’s skin, his cheek this time around. “Do you want to go another round?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie told him. If he was able to, he’d spend the rest of his life in bed with David. “You’ve got to do all the work this time, though. My body’s not working right,” He gave him a fair warning, laughing quietly, though he did mean it. His muscles burned already from what they’d done, he didn’t think he had another full round in him. He felt a bit bad for not being able to put in more effort. But then David grinned and slipped between his legs, and Eddie had a feeling David didn’t really mind taking control this time.

[groupiewhoreee]

Headcannons for Van Halen

hii! thnx for ur request! i'd love to write headcanons for van halen!

VAN HALEN HEADCANONS (NSFW ADDITION!)

DAVID LEE ROTH

David is definitely something else. He is like an hungry animal during sex. Always grabbing at you, smothering you in kisses. He'll get rough and serious. But, can become goofy and start laughing. He'll crack a smile and make jokes. When he's rough, he'll pull ur hair.

Loves his hair pulled, just small tugs will make him feral. When he eats you out and you pull his hair, he'll grunt, he loves it. When you just, OMG.

He loves blowies as much as anyone, when he pops one, and thats the go two he needs one.

He lives for being the dominant one with you, He loves to just be on top and know he owns you. He loves to just roughen you up as much as he can.

Totally a titty dude. Nuff said.

EDDIE VAN HALEN

He is kind of an possessive one during sex its kinda unbelievable. He'll whisper things in ur ear seductively and in an owning way. He loves when you moan his name during sex because that tells him you know he owns you, and you cannot get enough of him dearly. But he can be a goof, cracking jokes like David.

Loves car sex. Because the car rattles and the windows fog up. He also likes how sometimes people can see you. And music can play so, yeah. He also likes his car.

Definitely a thigh guy. Loves to get between em. Loves to grip and grope them as much as your tits. Loves eating you out too.

Breeding kink >>>>>

Don't get me wrong but you guys probably recorded a sex tape before.

ALEX VAN HALEN

Somewhat chill during sex but not really. He gets a tad bit frisky and will do some unexpected things. But, overall he is a sweetheart and wants to try his best with you.

Breeding Kink >>>>

Loves ur tits. Has a thing for groping and touching them during sex and in public too. Eddie has to explain to Alex that doing that in public is kinda weird. Alex don't care tho.

Seeing you in red Lingerie makes him forget life. He pops one so fast no joke.

Bdsm kink>>>>

MICHAEL ANTHONY

Very sweet guy during sex. Doesn't have anything to hide. He is goofy and sensual, always trying his best and trying to act tough even though he isn't. Always makes sure ur okay with what he is doing.

Has a major thing with public sex. Can't help it, he loves seeing how people react to a famous dude fucking you.

Can get somewhat possessive during sex with marking you and wanting to hear you moan and moan his name over and over again.

Loves ur ass, can't help but hit it from there.

Music during sex >>>>>

[skinomyteethh]

the urge to write a david lee roth smut ges so sexy

[junkyardromeo]

kinda in love with david lee roth

[megarockradio]

DAVID LEE ROTH Reveals The 'Smart Smut' Joke That Got Him Fired From His Initial Las Vegas Residency

DAVID LEE ROTH Reveals The ‘Smart Smut’ Joke That Got Him Fired From His Initial Las Vegas Residency

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DAVID LEE ROTH Reveals The ‘Smart Smut’ Joke That Got Him Fired From His Initial Las Vegas Residency

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[sunshinefox35]

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Hello guys welcome to my blog! My name is Lilith and I’m non- binary. My first language isn't English but I'll try my best !

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~Fandoms I write for~

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König

Soap

Ghost

Price

Alejandro

Gaz

Graves

Assassins Creed Syndicate

Evie Frye

Jason Frye

Maxwell Roth

Ned Wynert

Lucy Thorne

Lydia Frye

Detroit become Human

Connor

Conrad (RK 900)

Kara

Markus

Chloe

Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski

Alice (PLATONIC ONLY!)

Hank Anderson (No smut)

Rupert (Pigeon boy)

Ralph ( you meet him in the abandoned house)

Jerry (EM400 in the amusement park)

Luther

Simon

Richard Perkins (FBI Agent)

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Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby (Older version, younger version only platonic)

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Micheal Gray

I won't be writing for Polly Gray, I don't feel comfortable writing for her, after Helen McCrory's death.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Luke Alvez

William LaMontagne Jr.

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Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Bianca Barclay

Enid Sinclair

Heartstopper

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Elle Argent

Toa Xu

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How to get away with Murder

Connor Walsh

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I will not write:

Nsfw (at the moment)

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[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Hello! Can I request some David Lee Roth x reader? There's really small amount of fics about him. I'm sorry, I can't think of any plot right now, but maybe some fluff with a hint of smut?

Love your writing!

Have a nice day/night ♥️

PS. I am sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

You got it! 💙

[fictionsaroundtheclock]

Just A Gigolo

By Request (x)

David Lee Roth x OFC

! Smut Warning !

David was, as usually, chilling in a bar on his day off. He was drinking expensive whiskey on a Friday night and observing the life around him. Everything was a breeze until a long-legged beauty walked in. He felt himself getting hot under the collar and took a sip of whiskey to put out the flame, but the longer he looked at her, the hotter it was getting. He concluded that he couldn’t just stand without doing anything, so he downed his whiskey for a last taste of courage before he released his charm. He slowly approached the girl and leaned sassily on the bar beside her.

“Hello there, beautiful. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice you when you walked in,” David greeted smoothly with his husky voice. The girl smiled and almost blushed at his words. All men in a radius of a kilometer could only dream of having David’s flirting abilities and of course, his looks and charm to go with them.

“Oh my god, you’re David Lee Roth!” The girl squealed when she finally returned to planet Earth. David smirked charmingly.

“Yes, that would be me.”

“I’m a fan of yours. I’ve always wanted to meet you,” the girl bit her lips as she started getting more moony.

“Well, I guess it’s your lucky day,” the showman shrugged. “And mine too,” he winked as he leaned in closer. “Listen,” he lowered his voice seductively, “my hotel is nearby. How about I take you there and we get to know each other?” he suggested with a devilish smirk. The offer made the girl bite onto her bottom lip even harder.

“Lead the way then,” she raised her eyebrows and her words were the only invitation David needed to put his hand on her lower back. Needless to say, everybody turned their heads as they walked out of the bar, be it because of the tight dress that was embracing her body perfectly, or because Dave had her in his hands in the snap of the fingers. Or both…

               Just about the same amount of “effort” was needed for Dave to start peeling that tight cocktail dress off her body. He hadn’t even asked for her name for the gentleman he was, but that quickly stopped bothering her when she felt his burning lips making their way from her shoulder up to the sensitive skin of her neck. She melted into his embrace. It was really taking her to another dimension, but she quickly stepped on the ground when he started sliding her panties down.

“Those are two really beautiful long legs,” he purred as he looked up to her eyes since he was kneeling and he planted a kiss on her thighs. He sharply rose to his feet and the girl looked up to his eyes as he reached to undo the buttons of his shirt. She drank up with her eyes every centimeter of his flesh as he revealed his muscular, hairy chest. All she could think about was how she would run her hands all over it. Then Dave started undoing his belt while he was looking her dead in the eye, which made her gulp uneasily. He yanked his jeans down along with his boxers and revealed his impressive size. The girl gasped, which made David smirk.

“Now be a good girl and lie down with those beautiful legs open for me,” the singer whispered seductively in her ear and his words worked on her like magic. She obeyed and lied down as if she was hypnotized. David crawled between her legs and his lips aimed for her neck. He started sucking the delicate skin gently as he pressed his tip to her entrance. He slowly pushed his whole length inside her and she moaned out loud, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Dave grunted as he felt her warmth.

“Mm, so good!” the singer purred as he slowly started moving inside her.

“Dave,” she moaned with a smile blooming on her lips. It was definitely her lucky day …more like night. David increased his pace and buried his face in her neck. She finally had the chance to run her hands all over his chest. She felt how perfectly muscular it was under her touch and she also felt the soft hairs between her fingers. Then her hands travelled to his arched back, slipping them down to his perfect muscular ass, which she had only seen on TV and once on a concert, dressed in those tight, crazy colored leggings. But now she was lucky to actually feel its perfect curves under her hands.

David buried his left hand in her soft hair and his face as well, inhaling its scent. His right hand moved to her left thigh, allowing himself more access to her entrance.

“Darling, I’m gonna cum!” David groaned and pulled out of her. He started stroking his member intensely. He came all over her belly as he hissed through his teeth to silence his moans. The girl smiled and bit her bottom lip. David leaned his head back and closed his eyes, exhaling deeply.

[fuckingshelbert]

Memorable

Nikki Sixx x reader 

A/N Smut, with drugs. You can also ignore this trash that I got carried away with while writing. It is not edited or looked over, this was pure boredom. 

This one particular Friday night started the same with the usual teens rush in to see the newest band play, Motley Crue. They are on the rise and everyone wants to see them play. The singer Vince is a womanizer that’s a usual at the Whiskey, a bit raunchy but he is a sweet guy none-the less. When he first came in, I knew the kid was underage and drunkenly handed him a drink anyway, only after I gave him a lecture on being responsible. And that encounter blossomed into him coming to me to rant and calling me ‘mom’, even though I’m only 5 years his senior. 

“y/n!” I spin to see the infamous blonde, leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of jack and two shot glasses. Pouring both of them to the brim before sliding one over to me. We each slam the shot. 

“Hey Vinny I haven’t seen you in awhile. I see you got a big crowd out there. I hear you guys are really blowing up.”

“Yeah man, we’re doing really fucking good. We even moved into an apartment together right around the corner. You should stop by after your shift and actually party instead of drinking behind a bar.” 

I scoff, “I party on my own time, but I’m not going to turn down getting paid while doing so.”

He snatches the bottle of the counter shaking his head “whatever momma, go head home to your dogs if you want. But I better see you after the show!” 

Motley’s gig was fucking gnarly, having a sold out show and totally eye-fucking the crowd. I glance at Vince’s band mates, the older guitarist isn’t really my type but shreds on the guitar like he was born for it. The drummer brings a smile to my face, looking like a happy little string bean beating his heart away on his drums. The bassist playing his bass with raw hunger catches my attention. I’ve definitely seen him play here with a previous band before and they were good, but not as good as Motley Crue. 

Their set finishes and Vince runs back up to the bar, I give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him how proud I am. 

“Soo, you’re coming to the party right?” 

-------------

After changing and touching up my makeup, I head towards the overflowing apartment with a bottle of vodka in my hand. I make my way through the window everyone was using and try to find Vince. Leaning against a wall and pulling a joint from my pocket and spark up, I look at everyone in the apartment. My eyes float around, not recognizing anyone until, wait, Is that Diamond fucking Dave?

I feel an arm on my shoulder, “I’m shocked to see you actually came, after I left I figured you ran home.” 

I scoff looking up at Vince, “You should’ve known I’m always down for a party Barbie”, I pass him the joint “Is that David Lee Roth?” 

“Yeah, he parties with us sometimes, fucking cool right?” I nod my head and swig the vodka in agreement, smiling looking at the legend. “Wanna come meet the guys?” Vince asks, before dragging me along. 

We walk to the kitchen which had the rest of his band mates snorting coke and drinking, Vince’s arm still resting on my shoulder. “I want you guys to meet someone, this is momma. She’s the one I’ve been telling you guys about.” 

The one I recognize as the drummer jumps off the counter and makes his way up to me, pulling me in a hug. “It’s cool to meet you dude, I’m Tommy. Vince talks about you a lot.” I giggle at his sweetness, feeling a warm vibe off of him. 

“All good things I hope, my real name is y/n though..” I respond smiling, nudging Vince’s shoulder. 

“Whatever you say dude,” Tommy responds before turning around, “That’s our bassist Nikki, and Mick is laying down in the back.” 

Behind Nikki’s hair I feel his eyes piercing through me, he nods at me before going back to his line of coke. 

We all sit back on the counter and one by one the three boys of Motley Crue rail back their lines. I watch as they each do one. “Have you ever snorted coke before y/n?” Tommy questions me, holding out a freshly made line. Vince looks at me curiously, while I let out a chuckle. Little did they know, Momma knows how to party. 

Many lines, shots, and cigarettes later we’ve made our way to the couch. The party is still going strong, Vince excused himself an hour ago to see who he can get in his bed tonight. And Tommy scurried off when the fling of the week came in. Leaving Nikki and I to our lonesome. 

“Now, if you’ve worked at the Whiskey all this time, how come we’ve never noticed you?” Nikki drunkenly whispers in my ear. I look his way to see the hazel in his eyes blown out, much like mine. “Maybe I’m just not that noticeable” I shrug and lean closer,” but I can promise I am memorable.” 

He looks down at me with a sly smirk bringing a hand to my thigh “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

Matching his smirk, I break eye contact to reach into my bag to grab one quaalude, biting in half with my teeth. I look back to see him staring me down with blown out eyes, he opens his mouth and I place the half bitten pill on his tongue. I move straddle him in the middle of the living room, the drugs and alcohol enabling me to do so. His hands rest on my hips, watching me as  I wrap my arms around his neck before meeting our lips. His tongue is quick to dominate my mouth, causing me to moan. The moan fuels him to move his arms to my waist, pulling me closer. Our mouths move together, until I pull away to assault his neck. Nipping and marking his skin until he whispers a quick “Hold on” and not-so-swiftly picking me up and moving us to the once locked bedroom. 

He lays us down on the mattress, hovering over me. He’s quick to remove my top as I am to remove his. His mouth moves to my left breast, while his hand massages the other. Moans escape my mouth and the wonderful sensation, Nikki chuckles and I pull him up by his hair for our mouths to meet. My hands drift down his chest to the ties of his leather pants, pulling them undone and pulling his pants off all together. I rub up and down his shaft, earning breathless moans from Nikki. He shoots me a look before moving farther down my body, bringing my shorts and underwear with him. 

Lightly grazing my folds with his fingers, he takes his time nipping at my neck before plunging his middle finger into my cunt. “You’re nice and wet for me aren’t you, doll?” I can only reply a shallow “fuck yes” before he adds his ring finger. I gasp while watching him finger fuck me. 

He grabs my face and brings our lips together, my moans are masked by furious make out sessions. I feel the tension rising in my lower abdomen as his thumb twirls my clit, the breath becoming shallow as my desperate climax is almost here. Until he pulls away. My eyes break open like glass, watching the cocky fucker with a smirk on his face. I sit up quickly and push him on his back, straddling him once again. I align his hard length up with my hole before sinking down onto him. Nikki deeply growns before moving his hands to my hips. I’m quick to snatch his hands and put them over his head. 

He quirks a brow, knowing he can easily over-power me in the intoxicated state but curious to actually have a girl take charge. Once I start rolling my hips he sinks deeper into the bed, letting me take complete and utter control. 

Finding the right pace was easy, his cock stuffing me to the brim. Ecstasy floated through my body, letting go of his wrist and to move to his chest. Nikki was quick to move his hands back to my hips, starting to take over on the speed when he saw me falter, his own hips moving up to meet mine. Our moans combine together, climaxes coming quickly. His thumb comes up to circle my clit, making me see white and crumble to my climax. My body goes nearly limp with bliss. He lets me ride out my climax, before flipping us over.

He starts pounding me into the mattress, my legs wrapping around his bare waist. I wrap my hands around his throat lightly, only tightening the grip when he aggressively leans down to kiss me once again. My second orgasim is building quickly, his thrusts start getting sloppy moving his head to my shoulder. He can feel my insides telling him I’m about to come. He mumbles “Cum with me” before biting my shoulder, hard. I yell out in a pleasurable pain that sends each of us over the edge. 

He pulls out of me and goes to lay down on the mattress next to me pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pants on the floor. He offers me one and I take it while grabbing his blanket on the foot of the bed. “I’ll give that y/n.” He says with a chuckle. 

I looked over questionly while lighting the cigarette. 

“That was quite memorable.”

[motleycrueimagine]

This Ain’t a Love Song - Part Seven - Nixxi Sixx Fan Fiction

Words:  2664

Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs, soft smut

N/A: I’m really sorry for the delay, I finally moved and it has been really hard to find time to write something decent. I let you read now, as always taglist is open and feedbacks are really appreciated. xx

Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock

Summary:

Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance  Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.  

TagList: @motleycrueee  @babygal-babygal@unknownoblivion @sweetshutter

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Maya’s POV

I was awakened by a gentle touch at the height of my hips. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening; in a tangle of sheets and legs I noticed I was almost completely lying on Nikki. Still asleep and not very alert, I went along with his movement, trying to move me back to my side of the bed.

“Sorry…” I yawned passing a hand over my eyes.

“No stay here, I just had your elbow stuck in my ribcage…” the bassist explained to me and kept me from going further.

“I am not a spoon-cuddler, especially after a night of just sleeping,” I muttered looking for a semblance of personal space. I went back to give him my shoulders ready to go back to sleep.

“Let’s fuck then, so that we can cuddle and keep being socially acceptable.” I felt his fingers gently trace the profile of my spine, then climb up my side to the edge of my thong. That simple touch was enough to shake my self-control, in an instant I found myself imagining what it would be like to feel his hands wandering fearlessly over my naked body.

I turned my head just enough to see his profile beyond my shoulder; he must had taken my look as an invitation to go on because he moved my dark hair to get better access to my skin and start depositing kisses on my shoulder.

His hand had risen up to my belly to hold me and to intensify the contact between our bodies. Now my imagination was sailing towards not-so-chaste thoughts. He suddenly let go allowing me to turn around and to find him on top of me, with a triumphant smile, hair more messed up than usual. We rushed into one another lips and although the delicacy of that kiss was non-existent our bodies kept touching as if for one moment to the other one could break. My fingers were touching his neck, and through his skin I could feel his pulse accelerating. The part of me that wanted to stop him gave up at the exact moment when his fingers touched the subtle fabric of my underwear. A sigh was suffocated by the insistence of his mouth.

His fingertips were a sweet torture as they rubbed my clit on top of the fabric, I could feel my body tensing up already with impatience.

“You have no idea how damned you made me, Maya,” he murmured between a kiss whilst expertly shifting the fabric just enough to gain access to my centre. One of his fingers slipped into me and started to move in a slow peace. He had stopped kissing me, and was now just watching my lips part as he added another finger.

I could not formulate a response in that moment, I was afraid that me saying something would have brought me back to reality, because even though I wanted him now so fucking bad, I knew that by the moment I walked out of that door I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. I pulled up a little bit just enough to allow our mouths to engage in a rough, messy kiss, lasting only a few instants before he got back kissing my neck.

His bites made me silently moan while my hands reached for his erection to massage it following the rhythm dictated from his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me Nikki…” I was finally able to say. He bit me again with a hoarse groan, causing me a sweet pain I would be cursing him for over the next couple days. His fingers slipped out of me.

“I was only waiting for you to ask me, babe,” he said getting up to pull away my thong in a haste. He leaned back on me and while kissing me softly he entered in me, in the same exact moment in which Tommy decided to join us in the room.

“Sixx do you kn… oh shit. sorry. Sorry! I… I haven’t seen anything, I swear!” Tommy started rambling covering his eyes with a hand.

“Shit,” I exclaimed grabbing the covers to hide my modesty, sliding away from the bassist.

“What the fuck! What part of knocking is not clear?!” Nikki looked really mad.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” Tommy literally ran out the door, and probably went away to hide, leaving us alone again in an embarrassing silence. We stayed there, lying on our backs for a few seconds, avoiding each other’s eyes. Finally, I found the strength to get up and look for my stuff.

“Wait are you going for real?” Nikki asked pointing his elbows on the mattress.

“Well, the atmosphere is gone and plus you caught me in a moment of weakness, so…” I avoided his gaze finding my dress on the ground.

“So you’re just going to leave me here with a boner?” he asked, finally I turned to look at him. A little grin appeared on my lips.

“When you’re done jerking off, I’ll be in the kitchen with some coffee.” And as I said so I left the room.

*one week later*

I was singing along to Rick Springfield’s Jessie’s girl while organizing some new records that had been delivered that same morning. I had been working as a salesgirl at Remington Records for two years now and I considered it as my main job. It was a small music shop just a few blocks away from the Sunset Boulevard. Music was always playing out loud, the walls cluttered with signed pictures of bands that were yet to be discovered - Peter, the owner, collected ‘em in the hope of them gaining popularity, but by now he could count the ones who made it on just one hand.

Peter Remington Jr had inherited the shop from his father, and now he was patiently waiting for his son Jude to give up his dreams on a music career to go on with the family business.

“Do you need help, May?” Jude emerged from the back, walking towards me. He was the kind of guy every girl dreamed of, even with his feathered hair and chipped black nail polish he seemed like the classic boy next door. He could try to look as punk as he would but he looked too pure to be a rockstar.

“No honey I’m almost done,” I assured him while setting up the last records.

“Ya know my band is going to play at a party on Friday I was wondering if you wanted to come see us…” he queried. My eyes rose from the box to him.

“I would love to honey, but this weekend Mia will be with me, and ya know…” I lifted the empty box walking towards the counter. “Maybe next time,” I assured trying to hide the fact that it probably wasn’t gonna happen. It’s not that I didn’t support his dreams. I just wasn’t interested in following around a cover band whom members were pretty much only trying to gain popularity in order to fuck chicks was not my thing. You could hear the lack of passion in their performances; they didn’t care about their music, they were not able to weigh the lyrics and to give you an experience. Order Rythm… what a shitty name. Just as Mick would say: shitty name a hundred per cent of the time shitty band.

“Oh right, how is she doing?”

“She is doing great. She’s growing up so fast and she’s…” I was interrupted by the ring of the phone.

“Remington Records, Maya speaking, how can I help you?” I answered picking up the receiver.

“Oh Maya finally! I looked for you everywhere…” it was Ruby, my colleague at the club..

“Hi honey, what’s up?” I could hear an infomercial about slimming pants in the background.

“Yeah you know that I had booked this photoshoot for my book something like two months ago? Well the photographer is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, but I can’t really go. I was wondering if you were interested in taking my place.” I had spent the past weeks looking for a photographer on a budget without success.

“Uhm I would say yes but how much is that?” I asked. I was not willing to waste my savings for a photoshoot with a guy I didn’t even knew.

“Uhm I believe it is 600 but I already paid half of it, so you’ll have to pay 300 and give the rest to me whenever you have it.”

“I don’t know Ru, you know I’m trying to save up some.”

“Oh c’mon I’m gonna lose ‘em anyways so you don’t have to pay me right away.” A few seconds of silence followed, I was weighing up the pros and cons of the offer.

“Well… I guess I can do it. But I’ not gonna pay you if the photos sucks, deal?” If I was going to spend a whole month of rent on pictures they better be worth it.

“Deal!” she exclaimed, “Did I already tell you how much I love you?”

“It will never be enough. I gotta go, see you tonight Ru.”

*later that same night*

“Did you forgot to put on pants, sweetheart?” Vince’s voice joined me as soon as I climbed over the window, he jokingly gave me a glare of disapproval. I looked down at my micro-shorts: they were black denim with some cool leather fringes on the sides.

“Why? It would be such a shame not to show this nice booty.” I replied getting closer to him to kiss his cheek. His arm embraced my hip.

“How you doin?” he questioned, while I fixed his blonde Barbie hair behind his ear. I looked around at the party guests - as usual a ton of people was hanging in the living room.

“I’m doing great… Is that David Lee Roth?” My attention was caught by the singer who was sitting on a couch with a plate full of rails.

“It seems like everybody wants to party with us, isn’t it cool?” I nodded in response.

“Do you think he would mind if I ask him to sign my ass?” I questioned; Vince leaned back to admire my lower back once again.

“I believe it is worth a signature,” he agreed.

“Well then I’ll go get my autograph, but first lemme find Tommy, he has some stuff for me,” I grinned caressing Vince’s fluffy hair one more time before leaving. I walked through the crowded room looking for the drummer. I grabbed a beer on the way, waving at some people I knew. After wandering around the small apartment for what felt like an eternity, asking people for Tommy, a guy directed me towards Vinnie and Tommy’s room, where he was supposed to be with some chick he had met. I knocked on the door one or two times and then opened it since there was no response.

Bad choice.

“Fuck, we said we’re busy here!” a girl screamed stopping but not moving from her position, she sounded pretty mad. Laying on Tommy’s bed, underneath the red-haired girl wasn’t Tommy, instead it was Nikki.

“Shit.. I’m sorry I didn’t know” I apologized looking at the two of them. Nikki lifted his hand waving at me in a sort of awkward and embarrassed salutation, his pants pulled down to his ankles. I lifted my hand as well. “Well, sorry for interrupting, ehm… have fun,” I muttered awkwardly, closing the door behind me. Okay that was weird. I didn’t even have the time to process what had just happened as Tommy decided to show up right behind me. Fuck him.

“Where the fuck was you? I might have just experienced one of the most traumatizing moments in my entire life.”

“Oh you mean Scarlet?” Tommy let a hand go through his hair trying not to seem so amused, “That girl is wild isn’t she?” I gave him a hard look.

“I’m not interested in knowing what that girl does in bed. I’m more interested in the special snow you promised me.” I switched subject for the sake of my mental stability.

The drummer puffed sliding a hand in his pocket “Well May-May you know I always keep my promises.” He handed me a bag full of white dust.

“Is this for real?” I asked over excited while opening it and picking up some with my red painted nail. Tommy nodded looking at me while I snorted the little quantity of dust, the party was about to begin.

Nikki’s POV

I pulled up my black jeans looking at the lady that was now resting on Tommy’s bed. I couldn’t remember her name but for sure I would have remembered that she wasn’t the girl for me. Her experience and extravagance was not enough to compensate the desire to shut her up every time one of her annoyingly high pitched moans - that seemed fake as fuck- left her lips.

I fastened my belt and left the room without saying a word. Vince was right behind the door waiting for his turn.

“Third ride?” My question made him giggle like a three year old who had got caught doing something bad. He sneaked in letting me out. I fixed my hair walking calmly towards the party. Some girls were dancing to Bringin’ on the Heartbreak by Def Leppard. I looked around for some booze only being able to find a half empty beer.

An easily recognizable laugh burst through the room, mixing pleasantly with the music “Oh c’mon let me go!” I turned looking for the girl that lately was the object of my desire. Tommy was holding her wrists pulling her on the couch with him while she was playfully trying to escape. She stumbled giving up on her attempt and landing straight on the drummer’s lap.

“Oh shut up, stop it!” I moved joining the duo, taking a sip of my almost empty bottle.

Tommy stopped tickling Maya’s sides as soon as I reached ‘em.

“Oh look who is gracing us with his presence,” she greeted me fixing her leopard blouse – one sleeve had slipped down her shoulder.

“That quickie lasted a little too long, Vince was so impatient waiting for you to come out,” Tommy added letting her free.

I shrugged “It’s not my fault, she wouldn’t shut her mouth… plus she…” My explanation was interrupted by Maya.

“For how much I would like to hear about your sexual encounter, I’m gonna go,” she announced lifting a black denim jacket from under Tommy’s butt.

“C’mon May-May I told we’re going but later!” The drummer protested causing her to back off a little in order to escape from his hold.

“It’s so early, are you really going home?” It was barely one in the morning.

“I’m not going home, I just wanna buy some booze down the street, there’s nothing to drink around here.” She wore her jacket ready to leave.

“You CAN’T go outside like that all alone.” Tommy glared at her shorts.

Maya rolled her eyes “Said my father…” She was not going to give up. She was so fucking stubborn it was almost annoying.

“I’m going with her,” I volunteered finishing my beer. Her pretty pouty face suddenly lit up in a smile.

“Chivalry isn’t dead after all… Let’s go.” And with that she made her way to the window.

I followed her not knowing that the 20-minute walk was going to be more interesting than the party itself.

[riveroflayne]

so anyways I saw you like evh and I will be taking full advantage of that bc I love him too

1. he looks like he whimpers

2. his HANDS. I know everyone says stuff about guitar player's hands but like they do for a reason yk

EDDIE VAN HALEN WHIMPERS SPREAD THE WORD ‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

god just imagine kissing his neck and running your fingers through his beautiful hair and he just lets out a soft whimper and you have to take a minute to process what just happened. like you stop and pull back and he just looks embarrassed but you kiss him and encourage him to make more noise <3333

oh god his HANDS nonny dont even get me STARTED.

i mean just watching him play so perfectly on stage for as long as he does.... this man has stamina. he could finger you for hours and not get tired. oh and the things he would say while he's edging you and making you whine his name....

"oh you're doing so well for me, just a little longer..."

"you look so pretty when you're like this, babygirl."

im going insane.

RAHHHH i love eddie i have a big poster of him above my bed.

pls dont hold back with eddie asks 🙏🏻

[haywire-hetfield]

Eddie: You know why I called you in here? David: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic? Eddie, stops pouring two glasses of wine: Accidentally?

[groupiewhoreee]

howdy everyone! i'm neveah, i write things heres the bands i write for and what i wont write !

metallica

lars ulrich

kirk hammett

james hetfield

Jason newsted

robert trujilo

ron mcgovney

motley crue

vince neil

nikki sixx

tommy lee

mick mars

guns n roses

axl rose

steven adler

duff mckagen

izzy stradlin

slash hudson

kiss

paul stanley

eric carr

ace frehley

peter criss

tommy thayer

gene simmons

vinnie vincent

van halen

eddie van halen

david lee roth

alex van halen

micheal anthony

ac/dc

bon scott

angus young

malcolm young

cliff williams

brian johnson

phill rudd

megadeth

dave mustaine

david ellefson

marty friedman

nick menza

and other bands/rockstars if you request it!

i can write,

smut

fluff

angst

fantasy

mystery

horror

etc

i won't write,

pedophilla,

rape

eating disorders (i have nothing against it, i just won't write it.)

just basic won't write stuff.

feel free to message me about requesting! please have some idea/plot prepared but if not its all good!

[motleyfuckingcruee]

The Outsider (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 3

Summary:

It's your first night on the streets of LA. You have just arrived and you have nowhere to sleep. You meet Nikki at a bar and he offers to let you stay with him. You are the outsider.

Warnings:

Language, fluff, considering smut.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

YOU CAN READ CHAPTER 2 HERE!

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You sit on your couch, watching Tommy and Nikki try to find a good guitar player. The last one was absolute shit.

"Really, Tom?" Nikki sighs. "That's the best guy you could think of?"

Tommy frowns. "I don't see you bringing in anyone better." Tommy's hazel eyes trail over to you, a smile tugging at his lips. "You okay, (Y/N)? You're being really quiet."

You smile at them, shrugging. "I'm just listening to you two bicker like an old couple."

Nikki glares at you, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. You get up as the phone starts to ring.

You walk over to Nikki first, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "You know you love me."

You go to answer the phone, really hoping it's not your boss. You had to take a few days off to help the boys with the band. It's like as soon as you leave, the entire place goes to shit.

"Hello?" You giggle, watching Tommy hit himself in the head with his drumstick.

"(Y/N)?"

Your blood runs cold at the voice. It's your sister, once again. You told her not to call back here.

"What?" You snap.

"You sound awfully happy," (Y/S/N) says.

You really never wanted to hear from her again. She made your life a living hell at home.

"That's none of your business," You say, leaning against the wall. "What do you want?"

"Your best friend came by, asking to speak to you," She responds, sounding bored. "He's here right now."

It's been five years. Five fucking years and he's just now trying to contact you?

You're about to respond when a deep voice comes in through the the receiver.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Your old best friend, Jared, says.

"What do you want? I'm kind of busy."

Just then a knock sounds at the door. You hear Nikki say, "Hey, I'm Nikki." And then an unfamiliar voice say, "I'm Mick Mars." The guy must be here for the guitarist position.

"I just wanted to say that me, (Y/S/N), and Victoria are in LA. Vicky and I would love to see you," Jared says, sounding nervous.

You sigh. "It's been five fucking years and you're just now wanting to see me?"

"We couldn't find you! Believe me when I say I've been looking for you nonstop since you left," Jared answers.

I go to respond when all of a sudden there's the loud sound of someone playing a guitar. You jump, turning to look into the living room. The new guy, Mick, stands there playing the song Nikki wrote like a God. Your eyes meet Nikki's. He has a huge grin on his face as he plays along with Mick and Tommy. You grin back, giving him a thumbs up. Looks like they've found themselves a guitar player.

"Do you have a live band in your house or something?" Jared asks, laughing a bit.

You ignore his statement. "We can meet at the diner on the Strip. It'll be the one that looks the fullest. Meet me there next Friday."

"Next Friday?"

"I have a full schedule, Jared," You answer, ready to be done with this conversation. "Now, goodbye. I have shit to do."

You hang up the phone without waiting for a response. You absolutely cannot believe he even had the nerve to call you and ask to meet up. He's the one that held you back from running away from that hell hole all those years ago. He claimed that we could "get out together". Turns out he had no intentions of leaving.

You walk into the living room. Mick looks at you, confused.

"I'm (Y/N)." You hold out your hand.

"Mick Mars," He responds, shaking your hand.

"So, guys. Is he the one?" You ask Nikki and Tommy who are talking quietly.

Nikki grins. "Yeah man, you're in."

You walk back into the kitchen, grabbing some celebratory beers.

You look in the fridge, sighing. You need to go grocery shopping again. Since Tommy's been coming around, the fridge is almost always empty. Other than flirting with you 24/7, cleaning you and Nikki's fridge out seems to be his number one goal. You grab four beers.

You go back to the living room, finding the guys enveloped in a somewhat serious conversation.

"We need a guy that looks like David Lee Roth," He takes the beer your handing him and pops the top. "And a vibe like fucking Bowie."

Mick looks around at you all, taking a swig from his freshly opened beer. "So we're looking for a skinny, blonde fucker with moves."

You sigh, taking a drink from the beer. You're mentally making a list of all the shit you need to get. Eggs, more beer, some cokes, Jack Dnaiels, bacon. . . .

Tommy stops, mid swig. He quickly swallows the alcohol. "I think I know who we need, dudes."

You laugh, nudging Tommy. "Do you really know a blonde dude that can sing? That's awfully convenient."

Tommy laughs with you. "I went to high school with him."

You walk over to Nikki and settle yourself in his lap. "Well, where can we find this blonde fucker?" You ask, copying Mick's words.

"I'm pretty sure he's playing down at one of the bars on the Strip tonight," Tommy says.

"Alright," You say, leaning your head on Nikki's chest. "I guess it's time to get ready to go bar hopping."

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DAVID LEE ROTH Reveals The 'Smart Smut' Joke That Got Him Fired From His Initial Las Vegas Residency

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