#james vince

[doubletalkingmaeve]

“My child is completely fine” your child wants to get their back blown by a 60+ year old man with a former addiction problem

[crueca1ne]

i love sweaty hot old men

[vincen3il]

Guess what

What?

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Kyle Gallner - Masterlist

Summary : All my works for this brilliant actor under the cut

Colin Gray

°Perv!Colin Gray ~ Headcanon

°Help in unexpected arms ->classmate!reader , fluff/comfort, injury, kiss

°The sweetness of the pomegranate is our love ->fem!reader, smutish, obsession, kissing

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Vince Schneider

°Sweetheart ->fem!reader, flirting, fluff

°Breakfast with a grumpy cloud ->fem!reader, fluff, kissing

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Quentin Smith

°Quentin Smith - In a relationship sfw

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James Heathridge

°Love the devil's painting ->fem!reader, kiss, darker themes, obsession

°The angel of his desires in chains ->wife!reader, smut, kidnapping, body whorship

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Jeremy Farrell

°Jeremy Farrell - Gif Pack

°Emo?It is love ->girlfriend!reader, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddling

°Do you have a girlfriend ->girlfriend!reader, fluff, flirtish, kissing

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Cameron Coulter

°Shopping mall, feelings and foreboding ->fem!reader, fluff, mutual feelings

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Winston

°The soldier comes back -> fem!reader, fluff, comfort, ptsd (nightmares), emotional, kissing

°Surprise for my beloved ->fem!reader, fluff, comfort, kiss

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The Demon

°The Demon ~ NSFW Alphabet

°The art of consent and words ~ fem!reader, dom/sub, fluff, smutish

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Tappert

°Love in the military hospital ~ nurse!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, kissing, flirting

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[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

I love sluts (motley crue)

[haywire-hetfield]

A bad bitch with blonde hair is literally worse for you than any drug they've got out there

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 2.06 DEX, LIES, AND VIDEOTAPE My whole life I've done what someone else said I should do, been who he said I should be. I followed his rules, accepted his plan. I never stopped to think about what I wanted, what I needed. And now, I don't know who I'm supposed to be.

[larsbarswriting]

DRUMMERS HIT IT HARDER.

GUITARISTS FINGER FASTER.

BASSISTS DO IT DEEPER.

SINGERS DO IT LOUDER.

[marvelobsessed134]

Delicate flower blurb- Pamela Fingering you over the washing machine

Delicate flower masterlist

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

Warnings: smut obvi, fingering, light degradation, mommy kink, praise, short cause it’s a blurb

You were bent over the washing machine with Pamela’s fingers deep in your drenched cunt. Tommy was out for today doing promotions for the new album or whatever it was. You can’t even think straight right now with the way she’s fucking you.

“Take it, slut. God I love when daddy isn’t home so I can have you all to myself.” She growled in your ear she pumped at rapid pace.

All you could do was cry out in response. Her thump was rubbing circles on your clit sending you over the edge.

“Please mommy. Let me cum!” You cried pathetically .

“Okay, baby. You can cum.” The blonde said, biting your ear lobe. You clenched around her fingers and squirted your release all over them.

She took her fingers out and licked them clean, moaning at the taste. “Good girl.” Pam said, smacking your ass lightly causing you to jolt. She laughed before saying, “Make sure you get those clothes hung up sweetheart.” And walked out of the laundry room.

You pulled up your panties back under the short maid skirt and started to do laundry like nothing happened.

[theylooklikehumanbeings]

"All you have to worry about is some stupid tape" Tommy Lee x reader x slight! Pamela Anderson (Part 1?)

MDNI! content warnings: Angst, sexual themes mentioned, swearing, talking about past abuse, sorry ya'll Tommy Lee isn't going to be the nicest in this lol.

Part two

read my A/N at the bottom alrighty thanks.

Summary: Y/N is filling in as a backup singer for Motley Crue on their upcoming album. Tommy Lee has been pissed lately because their new album isnt going well and on top of that his sex tape with Pamela Anderson has been leaked. Y/N meanwhile is living with an abusive boyfriend so getting this gig with Motley Crue would be able to help them out of their home. However, what happens when homelife is meeting studio life..?

Y/N sat down in the little lounge chair in the center of the studio. Today was once again another day where both Vince and Tommy were late. You really couldn't care less though they were always busy doing something else than being in the studio making their own fucking album... On the bright side you got to get away from home. Right now you'd probably be getting yellled at for something minut and insignificant. That's when the door flew open.

Tommy Lee, the biggest baddest drummer and sex maniac himself walked in. He looked around throwing his hands up "whats up with studio B?!" he yelled out. Nikki and Mick both doing their own things respectively looked up. Nikki got up and sighed approaching Tommy. He carefully set a hand on his shoulder. "Studio A's full..." Tommy stared at him for a moment "By fucking... who?" he said. You looked at him like you'd looked at your boyfirend before... you noticed that fire in a man's eyes. That one when they are really... really pissed.. It sent a shiver down your spine. You hadn't even noticed when a figure was in front of you. Mick Mars the legendary guitarist of Motley Crue and the man who had taken up the role of being the oldest member was standing in front of you. He looked concerned as he carefully placed a hand on your shoulder. "Hey kid... you alright?" he asked with a concerned frown. "You spaced out real bad, I tried getting your attention..." You looked up at him as your eyes softened. Bless his heart.. he was conerned for you... "Yeah... Yeah I'm sorry Mick just thinking..." you tried laughing it off. You brushed back your hair as you looked up at him.

Mick didn't seem so sure however as he looked at you. He still seemed concerned but silently nodded as he sat next to you. He grunted as his back was still aching up. He silently watched as Tommy stormed out of the studio with Nikki following behind. "Tommy's off his rocker..." he mumbeld to himself. You looked over sort of curious and confused. You knew something had been happening with Tommy but you had no idea what it was. "What's wrong with him..?" you asked both catiously and curiously. Mick looked over at you as he grabbed a bottle of water. He cleared his throat and took a drink. "Well... it's not really for me to tell but... you know he's married right? To Pamela Anderson?" Of course you knew, you were pretty sure the whole country knew. "Yeah of course, Baywatch girl" you said looking over at him. "Exactly" Mick said as he took another drink. "Well, they got their safe stolen awhile back... in that safe there was a.. certain tape..."

You stared at him a bit puzzled for a minute. "Like home movies or something..?" Mick scoffed and let out a quiet chuckle. "Wish it was like that..." You stared at him for awhile until it hit you... oh... how had you not heard about this?? You really weren't into watching the news though and defintiely weren't allowed to go looking for those types of tapes... Your boyfriend would probably backhand you if you brought one of those home. "So, it got leaked?" You hesitantly asked Mick. Mick nodded drinking down his water. "Yup, it's everywhere... and it's really getting to Tommy and Pam... plus they lost that baby awhile back..." he said quietly. You frowned hearing him.. no wonder Tommy was acting out... it was almost like nothing was going right for him... Mick leaned up and pat your back gently. "Don't worry about it though... I'm sure everything will get settled and he'll be back to the stupid little piece of shit he is...." He smiled trying to give you some hope.

You smiled back at him. He was always so kind to you, the other gusy were too but Mick more especially. That's when the door flung open and Tommy walked in. He looked most definitely pissed. "I guess were Elektras second choice band now guys!" he yelled and went over knocking over some symbols on his drumkit. You felt yourself jump at the noise. "Fucking Third Eye Blind?! who the fuck is that?!" he yelled as he kicked the drums. Mick got up carefully holding his back "Tommy, calm down, man". Tommy stared at him a deep frown on his face "We sold over 100 million fucking albums Mick!! and they treat us like were fucking dog shit!" he yelled. He crashed down a symbol. "Breaking their fucking equipment isn't going to help, Tom" Nikki said walking over.

Tommy glared at him but reluctantly stopped. He dropped to the ground and sat there. "Fuck... nothing's going right... Vince isn't here, My sex tape is leaked and Pam... Pam's been really stressed.." he siad holding his head. You stared down at him. You felt bad for him... It brought back memories from a time not so long ago...

1990

You stared at the tv. You gripped your shirt as you bit your lip. MTV was on and was playing the latest Motley Crue concert that happened not long ago in Los Angeles. Vince had just gotten on stage and raised his fist to the crowd as the crowd screamed out for him. You let out a giggle imagining yourself there in the crowd. Thats when the camera panned over to a certain someone. Tommy Lee was banging on the drums a goofy looking smile on his face. You felt something you hadn't before. Seeing his eyes linger on the camera. A feeling of butterflies started to fly in your stomach.... You had watched for so long you hadn't seen the figure behind you. Your boyfriend came over and immediately shut the TV off. You looked at the black screen for a moment before looking back at your boyfriend "Hey.. What... I was watching that-" You felt a hand on your arm lifting you up. "Really bitch? you wanna watch some fucking glam rock shit?" he said glaring down at you. You felt your stomach dropping. You flinched as he brought his hand to your cheek. "This is my fucking apartment.... and my fucking TV, I paid for it, I get to say what the fuck you are watching.. got it?" he said looking at you. You stared down at the ground as you felt the tears filling your eyes.

Tommy finally looked up to see you staring at him "What the fuck are you looking at? huh?". You finally got out of your trance as you looked him up and down. "Nothing... I'm sorry about... about everything..." you said looking at him sincerely. Tommy just stared at you. "You don't know what it's like..." You stared at him for awhile. You didn't know what it was like? Did he have to go home everyday and walk on eggshells so he wouldn't piss off his boyfriend? No, he has to worry about a fucking tape. You stared... hard... everything going through your mind you wanted to scream, to shout at him for. But you didn't. You never did. Instead you got up pulling out cigarettes "I'm going out.. for a smoke..."

Nobody protested as you stormed out of the room and out to the front of the studio. You stood there as you pulled out a Marlboro Red. You took out your lighter and lit it before taking a puff off the cigarette. Tears were threathening to fall down your cheeks. "You don't know what it's like..." The words stuck in your mind like a bad song. He didn't know what the fuck it was like... He was a fucking rockstar with everything anyone could ever dream of. A hot wife, nice cars, millions of dollars.... everything was at his fingertips. You, You had to go home to a drunk boyfriend in a shitty apartment and still come into the studio pretending none of that existed at home. You took a long puff from the cigarette as you glared before stomping it down. "Fuck..." you whispered as tears fell down your cheeks. You slowly fell down onto the floor and sat there. You buried your head in your knees as you started to cry.

Music came from somewhere causing you to look up. A car had pulled up. A nice looking one to. You got up wiping the tears from your eyes. You stared in both curiousity and confusion. The car stopped pulling right beside the studio. The door flung open...

"So I cry and I pray and I beg..."

Pamela Anderson stepped out of the car and immediately turned to you. She had on a baby blue jacket, a white tank top and some dark blue sweatpants. She looked at you like a concerned woman who lost a baby. You felt your heart stopping as you stared at her.

"Love me, Love me, Say that you love me..."

"Is Tommy here...?"

A/N: Hello everyone! thank you for reading. I would just like to say that this is kinda a experiment I was originally going to post this as just a oneshot but It would kind of make more sense to just start this as a series. Please let me know what you think in the comments I would love to know.

[xoxytoxinx]

Born to be a groupie, forced to be born in 2004

[doubletalkingmaeve]

rockstars from the 80s have me by the neck, I need to be chained to a tree like a werewolf during a full moon

[musicmags]

[vincen3il]

you’re fired -Nikki

Yes! Now take that attitude to the bedroom, so we can do it angry

[oldsoulgunsnrosesgirl]

I Wouldn’t Dare Argue With A Man That Has Long Hair There Beautiful🤭😍

[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

ITS CHRISTMAS TIME😻‼️‼️