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“Mama Bear”: MGK! Tommy Lee Imagine

Tommy Lee x Reader Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader, Pregnant Reader 

Being Tommy’s love (high school sweetheart) and being pregnant....all while the success of the band, lol. 

Being pregnant was never easy.

Being pregnant with a bouncy baby girl was proving even more so.

Being pregnant with the spawn of Tommy?

Holy fucking shit.

I don't know what was worse.

His devil child or him.

First of all, I'm a very supportive wife, ok.

T and I have been together forever.

His big ass latched onto me in high school when he was still a fucking nerd- well, he's still a fucking nerd- and he never let go.

We've had our ups and downs for sure.

He nearly got his ass handed to him the time he- well, it's not important.

The point is- we've been together for a long ass time which means that really- I should've seen this coming.

He's very into me being pregnant.

Neither of us really expected that but damn, if I wasn't already pregnant....I think he'd knock me up again with how fucking frisky he is at the moment.

He's always been a horn dog but shit!  

Sometimes I straight up sick him on Nikki just to get some time to myself.

That sounds horrible.

In reality, he's the love of my life and I couldn't imagine life without him.

And I'm so fucking proud of him.

Him and all the guys.

They're like family.

Mick will never admit that I'm his favorite but I FUCKING AM.

He loves Tommy too but he'd rather cut his own tongue out than admit it.

But we all know it.

Why?

Well because he'll insult him all day but the second some asshole says something about Tommy....Mick is ready to light them on fire.

Actions speak louders than words, Mick.  

We know the truth.

And I've known Vinny forever since I went to school with him too.

Little fucker tried to hit on me constantly but I shut that shit down before my beanpole boyfriend could start some shit....as he was known to do.

And Nikki.

Oh, Nikki.

My touch starved, weirded out by touch crazy wild child.

Nikki and Tommy are basically like twins so I came to love him very quickly.

He's more into the idea of there being a little one running around than he cares to admit.

He doesn't have to admit it.

I can see it.

I can also see how he basically jumps when I offer to let him listen to the baby or feel her kicking.

Ya boy is soft as fuck.

Tommy literally wants to name her the most absurd things.

He fucking suggested Lettuce one day and I nearly choked him to death.

He's banned from the naming process and I swear to god, if he opens his fucking mouth of delivery day then we ain't having a second child because I'll rip his giant dick off with my bare hands!

Excuse my episode of Pregzilla rage.

You don't understand.  

I am 8 months pregnant.

I look like a banyard animal.

It's fucking hot because my crazy husband insisted that I go on tour with him.

And he won't get the fuck off me because apparently he has a newfound kink.

So yeah, pregnant momma is fucking irate.

And I swear to god, if one of my fucking teenager in the crowd calls me a MILF..... I . WILL. FUCK. HIM. UP.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled fluff.

Mama Bear out.

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[oldschoolimagineblog]

In love - Tommy Lee

Request: Hey! Love your writing!!! I was wondering if I could request a Tommy Lee imagine where Tommy has to take care of his sister's baby, and calls Y/n up for help at 4 AM in the morning. And he realises that he's in love with her once she starts handling the baby and cleaning up? (Sorry, had to ask again because I sent Headcanon instead of imagine!)

A/N: For the record, couldn´t find another Tommy gif so we get MGK! Tommy, and also, I didnt prove read this one, so Im delivering this raw. enjoy!!

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Tommy was worried, he had never taken care of a baby alone, he´d always had some help from his mom or sister, and it was now that he was thinking about all those times with them and all the information, they had given him about caring for a baby that it clicked in his head that they were training him for this very moment.

Lucy was his niece, and he was babysitting for two days while his sister and her baby daddy were out on a couples retreat to soak in some well deserved alone time, and their mom was out busy with excuses on why she couldn’t take care of Lucy, and not because she was actually busy or didn’t want to, but because this would give Tommy some real responsibility and ground him aside from playing music around town with his new formed band, Motley Crue.

Through the panic, he had done a good job so far, he had bathed her, dressed her, changed the diapers, fed her, yet something seemed to be not clicking because she would not get some sleep, and he was tired and hungry and was starting to feel hopeless and frustrated.

It was his very first night alone with the baby, and since 7pm he had been trying to get her to sleep, Athena has said that she was fast asleep due to her routine, but it was starting to feel like she lied, or maybe baby Lucy was missing her momma?

Regardless of the reason, Tommy had done it all, rocking her, giving her bottles, singing to her, reading to her, walking her around the house, changed her clothes, put blankets around her, he had laid down with her a few times, hoping company would do the trick but instead she´d try and play and he just wasn’t having it anymore.

It was 4am and the baby was also frustrated, crying, and throwing fits, and Tommy just had no choice but to call his mom.

But his plead for help was ignored, ¨Tommy all women go through this, you were worse than her, just start over and see if that helps¨.

And did he try to re do the whole routine, hoping to trick her into sleeping, but baby Lucy was just not having it, it was almost as if she was trying to let him know what he had to do but he just wouldn’t get it, and through the cries and frustration he picked up the phone and dialed his best friend’s number.

¨Hello? ¨ you answered the phone

¨Hi Y/N, is Tommy, I´m sorry I called and woke you up, is just that I don’t know what to do with this baby and I am going insane¨ he sighed out.

¨You need me to go over to your sisters? ¨ you said, closing your eyes in frustration, you were tired from a long week of work and just wanted to sleep in on your day off. ¨It´s 4am Tom, just put her to sleep maybe? ¨ you suggested.

¨Well fuck, that never crossed my mind, thanks Y/N¨ he rolled his eyes, and he re-adjusted baby Lucy on his hip.

¨Fine, fine, I´ll be there in like 20 minutes, hold up for me, yeah? ¨ you said.

¨Thanks, drive safe¨

And with that he hung up the phone. You were wide awake and proceeded to walk to your bathroom to wash your face, changing into leggings and a tee before walking out your place.

You were aware that Tommy had to babysit this weekend, his sister had stopped by right before she left for her getaway asking you to check up on him every now and then, and you had indeed done so.

You had stopped by on your lunch break to find the 9 month old and Tommy watching movies and eating snacks, everything was under control and when you spoke to him he was super confident in his baby skills.

Later on the day you called him to see how he was holding up and again, everything was fine, he was already prepping her for a bath while her bottle was being prepped for sleep time. But now it was almost 5am and the control and confidence he had over his baby skills seemed to have vanished.

You hadn’t knocked once before Tommy was already opening the door to let you in, and oh how you wished you could’ve taken a picture of him right then and there.

He looked like a frustrated housewife, he was wearing a dirty white tank top, boxers, a socks, messy hair, a pair of concerned and heavy eyes and a diapered baby on his hip.

Walking in, you pushed your hands out, silently asking him to hand Lucy over to you, which he quickly did.

And so you sat down on the living room couch, baby on your lap facing you.

¨Hi bubs¨ you caressed her face, ¨is so late already, did you know that? ¨ you smiled at her, ¨got us all awake and tired and concerned cause you won’t go night night all while you´re out here having the time of your life huh¨ Lucy giggled at your words, all while Tommy stared at you and sat next to you.

¨I´ve done it all, and I am not sure what I did or am doing wrong, she just won´t go to sleep and I haven’t eaten and I´m tired and-

¨Shhh, you´re rambling, let me deal with her and then I deal with you, yeah? ¨you offered him a soft smile, and he sighed, nodding his head.

He didn’t speak a word and just watched you deal with Lucy, hoping to learn, yet there was something that warmed his heart by watching you interact with the baby.

Changing her clothes, washing her face, and rocking her while giving her head and back scratched, speaking to her.

¨I know you´re tired baby, we are all tired, but we got this, I´m here, and Uncle Tommy is here¨ you whispered, all by rocking her.

You guys were in her nursery now, you were pacing around while Tommy sat in his sisters rocking chair, every now and then you´d turn and see him, checking up on him, to which he´d offer smiles.

Part of him was shocked on how the baby had grown quiet and held you tight in her arms, while she drifted to sleep, while the other part felt no longer frustrated, he felt whole; complete.

That bubble of silence as the light began to shine thought the curtains made him see things differently. The way you had agreed to show up and help him in his moment of panic and frustration,  seeing how you often looked over at him with nothing but worried and loving eyes filled his heart, and in his head he went to all the memories in which you had been there for him, in all the sad and happy memories, you had been there, supporting his every decision, cheering on him, and just being there with and for him.

Only for him to begin thinking of the possibility of possibility of you two as a couple, he already trusted you with his deepest secrets and insecurities, he came to you for advice, when he needed reassurance, you guys already had a deep connection that seemed to work well, and then seeing you being so maternal and loving with a baby in hands just melted his already soft heart and sent him through a loop of images of you two raising babies together. He was lost in his head and realized that he was in love with you, of course he was, and everyone knew that already.

¨Tommy¨ you snapped him back to reality, ¨I said Lucy is asleep, lets go get you some food and rest now¨, his eyes were locked in your and he just nodded, standing up and taking his hand in yours.

It was normal behavior for you guys to hold hands, so there was nothing for you to overthink about, but oh boy did his heart jump and shoot fireworks when you intertwined your fingers with his, leading the way to the kitchen.

¨What do you think of pancaked and scrambled eggs? It´s breakfast time anyways¨ you asked, already taking some eggs out the fridge.

¨Yeah, that sounds amazing right now¨

You both spoke through the whole time you were cooking and all through breakfast, and he had never been so present in all the years of your friendship, the warmth and glow in hear never faded, and the soft loving eyes didn’t go away either.

You joined him for a nap on the couch after setting up an alarm for 10am, he opened his arms as he laid on his back, and you laid on him, cuddling him as you usually did, head on his chest while you held him close, his arms wrapping around you.

¨Thank you for today¨ he whispered.

¨You´re good, I´ll be here every time you need me, and even when you don’t, I´ll be here too, you´re stuck with me¨

He smiled and kissed the top of your head, ¨that doesn’t sound too bad¨ he told you before closing his eyes, and drifting off-

[myfatbottomedgirls]

yo can someone write a fanfic without the reader being a total fucking pussy please. oh she doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t touch drugs. stop thinking the perfect girl is some pure angel. fuck that shit get me on the same wave length as tommy fucking lee.

[hangovercurse]

Like Father Like Daughter

You meet Colson while visiting your dad, Tommy Lee, on the set of The Dirt and the rest is history.

Request: “Have colson(mgk) meeting tommy Lee’s daughter(reader) on set of the dirt and they fall in love and she meets casie scared that casie won’t like her but casie loves her”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I wrote this 3 different times because I didn’t like the first two…

Word Count: 2558

Day One

Stepping out into the New Orleans air for the first time was shocking; the smell of cigarettes, liquor, and swamp mixing around in your nose. But there was something in the air; something electric, exciting; something new. You headed towards the studio where your dad told you he was working for the day. A young woman with an earpiece and a clip board found you at the entrance, a kind smile on her face. “You’re Y/N, right? Tommy’s daughter.”

You nodded, letting her lead you through the maze of sets until you walked into a large room with lights and cameras surrounding an area of floor that was set up to look like the set of one of Motley Crue’s old music videos. Your father was on the set, talking to two men who looked around your age and Jeff Tremaine, the film’s director. You hesitantly walked further into the space, but not past the cameras, to alert him of your presence. This process was made much easier by your Uncle Nikki spotting you from across the room and shouting “Little Lee!”

Your dad, along with the men he was talking to and a few other people in the room, turned to look at you. You smiled shyly, sending a small wave to your dad’s best friend. Your dad beckoned for you to join his conversation, wrapping an arm around your side once you landed next to him. “Hey kiddo, how was your flight?”

You leaned into his shoulder, “it was fine. Longer than I’d expected but, at least I’m here.” You took in the unfamiliar faces of the men surrounding you, eyes lingering on the man with bright blue eyes and a drumstick twirling around in his hands.

“Oh, shit, right. This is my oldest, Y/N.” Your dad introduced you to the guys. “Y/N you know Jeff, this is Douglas,” he motioned towards the guy with long black hair and two painted stripes under his eyes, “he’s playing Nikki in the movie.” You nodded, sending the man a smile which he returned brightly. “And this is Colson, he’s me.” He pointed to the man your eye had caught on, who sent you a wide grin.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, towards all the men, but your eyes still trapped in Colson’s blue ones.

The rest of the day was spent uneventfully. You watched the boys film scenes over the monitor with your dad, him feeding you commentary on what actually happened. Even though you’d heard most of the stories growing up, you let him retell them.

You kept finding your attention drifting towards the man with bright blue eyes, a long black wig, and a set of drumsticks always at hand. Your dad noticed, teasing you every chance he got. “He’s hot, right?”

“Dad!” You huffed.

He chuckled, “Just spitting facts. At least I’m not the one drooling over him like a teenage girl.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am 26 years old: I don’t drool over boys.”

“Oh, well, Colson’s a man.” He elbowed you jokingly.

“You’re annoying.”

“Passed it down to you, kiddo.”

Later on, he’d swear he had nothing to do with it, but you’d always suspected he told Colson about your attraction for the man, as after filming wrapped for the day, Colson asked you to dinner. It was quite honestly the best date you’d been on in a long time, and soon you were agreeing to another the next night.

With Colson everything seemed naturally easy. He was one of the sweetest, funniest guys you’d met, and you wouldn’t have to worry about your dad not liking him. The only problem was that you were only able to spend a week in New Orleans with him.

Day 6

“You live in LA, right?” He asked on the walk back to your apartment, his jacket slung around your shoulders.

You looked up at him with the same smile that had been on your face the entire night, “yeah, why?”

He let out a nervous chuckle, “well, I was hoping that when I get back to LA in a month, we could do this again?”

Your smile turned into a smirk, “are you asking me to wait for you, Colson Baker?”

“When you put it like that I sound like a fuckin dweeb.”

“I thought I was making you sound romantic.” You whined jokingly, hand reaching out to intertwine with his. “But if you were asking, I would say yes.”

“It’s a date.”

“You better call me while you’re gone though.”

He looked down at you with a confused expression, “what do you take me for, an idiot? I am going to be texting and calling you so much you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“Good.”

You swung your hands back in forth the rest of the way home, comfortable silence enveloping you. Colson walked you all the way to the door of your hotel room, leaning against the wall as you unlocked the door. You turned to him before making your way into the room, a sad smile on your face. “I’ll see you in a month?”

He leaned off the wall and moved to stand directly in front of you, hands grazing your hips lightly, hesitantly. “One very long month,” he mumbled, trying to burn your image into his memory.

“Well,” you started, “maybe you should give me something to remember you by.” Colson raised his eyebrow at you, feeling somewhat taken aback by your boldness. But then he remembered who your dad was and was much less surprised.

His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned in, lips colliding with yours. Your arms moved up his arms slowly, landing finally around his neck. The kiss was sweet and slow, something you would have never expected from looking at the man. His lips felt intoxicating, like you would die if you pulled apart. It had only been a single kiss, but you were already addicted.

You were broken out of your trance by cheering from the end of the hallway, a familiar voice calling out “that’s my girl!” Your face turned red as you pulled apart, finding your dad and his fiancé, Brittany, clapping at the end of the hallway.

“You are so fucking embarrassing.” You told him as he approached you and gave Colson a firm pat on the shoulders.

“It could be worse. If it was anyone else, I probably would’ve kicked his ass for even thinking about kissing you.” Tommy said, an innocent smile on his face. “But Colson, I will kill you if you fuck this up.”

The blond boy gave him a small salute, “yes sir.”

Day 34

Your text tone rang from your phone as you sat on your couch, watching TV.

Colson:

Be ready in 45

Even though you’d spent the last 4 weeks facetiming him, you weren’t fully convinced that Colson would keep good on his promise to see you again once he got back in town. You’d been pretty convinced he wouldn’t as the days dragged on with no mention of his return or a reunion. But here he was, telling you to be ready for something.

You texted him back

Wait… are you serious?

When he responded with a

Flight just landed, yes I’m serious.

You squealed, rushing around the house to get ready. The simple thought of seeing him in person, of hopefully tasting his intoxicating lips again, made your heart flutter. And then he was knocking on your door. When you opened it to see him standing there, a single rose in his hand and a nervous smile on his face, you wanted to jump into his arms.

He was a gentleman the entire night, opening your door for you, pulling out your chair, complimenting you. Everything just felt so perfect. And when he walked you up to your door and kissed you goodnight, you swooned.

Day 50

You were sat on his couch, your back resting against his chest as some movie played on the TV. One of his hands was wrapped around your waist, the other intertwined with your own. You’d been sitting in relative silence for a while, save for the noise from the TV.

But that was broken when Colson spoke softly, “I know this is lame but like, I gotta make sure. You’re my girlfriend, right?”

You chuckled lightly at his lame attempt to ask you to be his girlfriend. “No, I’ve just been going out on dates with you and not talking to anyone else for shits and giggles.”

He let out a breath of air from his nose humorously, “Okay cool.”

“That was a yes, by the way.” You turned your head and leaned up to press a soft, strained kiss to his lips.

“Cool.”

Day 96

You were half asleep, wrapped up in Colson’s arms on his bed. Your head rested on his chest, eyes struggling to stay open. Colson was just as tired of you were, his words slowing when he said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You mumbled out a lazy “really?” too tired to be shocked at the gravity of what he was saying. Truthfully, you weren’t all that surprise at the admission, as you had been looking for the right way to express the same sentiment.

“Yeah. I’m pretty fuckin’ in love with you.”

“Sweet” You mumbled, pressing a small kiss to his bare chest.

His chest shook with a silent giggle, “Cool.”

“I love you too.” You said, snuggling closer into him.

“Sweet.”

”Cool.”

Day 102

You were making pancakes at your stove, Colson’s arms wrapped around you from behind. He’d been staying the night at your house for almost a week, simulating the feeling of living with you. You couldn’t admit that the thought wasn’t attractive, having him around almost all the time was amazing and something you were afraid of ending.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” He mumbled as you watched the pancakes cook. You hummed a response and he continued, “my daughter’s gonna be in town next week. I was hoping you’d meet her.”

You bit your lip, a grin growing on your face. You knew meeting Casie was a big deal to Colson, he had told you many times how important she was to him. He didn’t let her meet just anyone in his life. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

But then that thought crossed through your mind; the one that would raise your anxiety levels for the next seven days. What if Casie doesn’t like me?

If Casie didn’t like you, things with you and Colson would be over. He didn’t even have to tell you that, you just knew. And you couldn’t blame him; she’s the most important person in his life. But you loved Colson, and you wanted him to be around for a while. So, if you made a bad first impression, everything would crumble down.

And that’s exactly what you told him a few days later while you lay in bed, Ferris Bueller playing in the background as you traced the outlines of his tattoos.

Day 106

“What if Casie doesn’t like me?”

“Babe, she’s nine years old. She’ll get over it.” He kissed the top of your head lightly, fingers running up and down your spine.

“Yeah, but what if she doesn’t? I know you won’t wanna be with me if she doesn’t approve. And I don’t blame you. I don’t want to be with you if she doesn’t want me to be.”

He grabbed your chin, pulling you to look at him, “you worrying right now is exactly the reason she’s gonna love you and the reason why I already do.” He kissed you softly, your eyes fluttering closed. He still manages to take your breath away.

“I love you too,” you whispered, “I’m just scared of losing you.”

He chuckled, “Casie’s tough, I won’t lie, but she’s going to see just how amazing you are and fall right in love with you. And, if you want extra brownie points, you should let her help you bake something.”

“Was that accidental or were you trying to make a really bad pun?”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, chuckling slightly, “they don’t call me comedy genius for nothing, babe.”

“No one calls you that.”

Day 109

Colson had decided it would be best for you and Casie to meet at his house, mostly because he hated taking Casie out in LA. He’d ordered dinner to be delivered and told you he’d stocked up on baking supplies for you and Casie. Now all you had to do was show up.

He answered the door, pulling you in for a long kiss as soon as he saw you. “I love you.” He whispered, trying to ease your nerves. You spoke the words back to him, letting him take your hand and lead you inside. “Hey, Case, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

You’d seen Casie through pictures that Colson had shown you or from around the house, but she seemed so much prettier in person. You could tell by the way she moved that she took after her father, just like people always said about you. “I’m Y/N.” You said shyly, a soft smile on your face.

Casie beamed up at you, “I’m Casie. Dad talks about you a lot.”

You chuckled, turning to him, “he does?”

She nodded, “he thinks you’re great.”

“I think he’s pretty great too.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “He tells me about you all the time.”

“Really?”

You smiled at her excitement, “heck yeah. I was so scared to meet you because of how cool he makes you sound.”

The three of you ate dinner, chatting conversation. You were less nervous than before; Casie seeming to like you, but you were still on edge. When you finished, Colson announced, “I happen to know that two of the best cookie makers in California are sitting at this table and I am not one of them.” He looked between you and Casie, a smile on his face. “So, I believe cookies are in order.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on your face. “You’re helping us.”

Casie nodded, “every master chef needs an assistant.”

“She speaks truth.”

Colson pouted at both of you, “I was gonna be the judge.”

Casie giggled, getting up from the table and dragging her dad by the arm to the kitchen. “Too bad!”

You stayed at the table, picking up dishes and taking them to the sink before joining the other two at the counter in front of a large bowl and a variety of ingredients. Colson was currently holding a bag of chocolate chips over Casie’s head as she jumped to reach it, failing miserably. “Y/N he won’t give me the chocolate chips.” She whined.

You gave Colson a stern look, “hand them over, noodle boy.” You held out your hand and he placed the bag into your palm, a pout on his face. Casie laughed, repeating the phrase “noodle boy” to herself as you handed her the bag.

“So, are you two just gonna team up against me the whole night?” He asked, looking between you two.

Casie and you made eye contact, firmly shaking your heads, “absolutely” you said at the same time.

[storiesforallfandoms]

glorified groupie ~ tommy lee;the dirt

word count: 2181

request?: no

description: tommy’s fiancé makes sure you know exactly how she feels about your friendship with tommy, and tommy isn’t exactly a fan of that

pairing: tommy lee x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

You had been friends with Tommy long before the days of Mötley Crüe. In fact, you had been friends with him for so long that when the band was formed and started to get big, he insisted you come on tours with him and the boys.

“Come on, it’s only for a couple of weeks,” he’d say. “You can take a couple of weeks off work, right?”

“I can’t just up and leave work out of nowhere, Tommy,” you told him. “I don’t have that many vacation days saved up, if I leave for that long I’ll get fired.”

“Then quit! I’ll find a spot for you on tour, you can be like our roadie or something!”

Eventually, he managed to convince you to go. Deep down, you knew he’d eventually get the yes. You were so proud for him, you knew you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to watch your best friend achieve his dreams.

Of course, “just a few weeks” turned into a few months, and then about a year, and before you knew it, you were touring with Mötley Crüe basically every night. As he promised, Tommy did get you a job on tour as a sort of roadie, but their manager liked you enough that he didn’t put you to work constantly.

As to be expected, with touring came groupies and girls who wanted to get with the band members just because they were Mötley Crüe, and Tommy, the poor hopeless romantic he was, always fell for these girls. He could never see past the facade of the dazzling smiles and the meaningless words and only saw what he wanted to see, a new potential girlfriend in his eyes.

This resulted in an engagement to a very obvious groupie, Roxie.

Being the only other girl on tour with the guys, you could see right through Roxie’s loving facade. You saw the way she looked at other guys, especially members of other bands at clubs. This, unfortunately, was not limited to Tommy’s own band mate, Nikki, whom you caught sharing looks with Roxie every now and then.

You knew you had to tell Tommy, but you didn’t want to break the poor guy’s heart. He was so in love with Roxie, and he genuinely believed she loved him, too. He was constantly talking about his upcoming marriage, and his dreams for the wedding.

“Okay, check this out,” he said to you one day, falling into the chair next to you on the tour bus. He laid out a piece of paper in front of the two of you and began to draw. “The dream is an outdoor wedding. Somewhere nature-y. Have the chairs set up here, like this, and have some sort of archway here that Roxie and I will stand under. And you and the boys here - ”

“Wait,” you cut him off, “me? With the boys?”

“Yeah, I want you to be my Best Man, or I guess Best Woman.”

This was the first time Tommy had mentioned this to you. You figured he was so excited for the wedding that he forgot the part about actually telling the Groom’s Men what role they were going to play. Of course, you didn’t expect Roxie to ask you to be in her Bridal Party, not with your differences and her knowing that you saw right through her bullshit, but you were shocked that Tommy wanted to choose you over one of the guys to be his Best Man.

“I’m honored, Tommy,” you told him. “And I love your idea for the wedding, but shouldn’t you be discussing this with your bride to be?”

“She’s asleep, I’ll show her when she wakes up.”

You two sat for some time, discussing the wedding. You were making some suggestions for the reception and Tommy was crudely drawing it the best he could. Neither one of you heard Roxie walking in until she spoke.

“Well, don’t the two of you look cozy.”

You realized then that you had your head on Tommy’s shoulder and the two of you were basically cuddling. You pulled away from Tommy, trying to seem nonchalant but realizing the speed in which you pulled away made it look a little more suspicious.

“Hey baby!” Tommy said, with that goofy smile on his face. “(Y/N) was helping me place everything for our wedding! Come look.”

“Yes, for our wedding,” Roxie said, sneering the word in your direction as she sat on Tommy’s lap. You suppressed an eye roll as she kissed Tommy deeply before kissing his neck in the spot that you had become all too familiar with as being his sweet spot. “Looks great baby, I can’t wait.”

She hadn’t even looked at the paper.

Before Tommy could say anything else, one of the boys called him over to discuss the stage show. He placed Roxie on the seat next to you and left the two of you. You smiled briefly at her before going back to the book you had been reading before Tommy interrupted you.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Roxie sneered in your ear.

You looked at her in confusion. “I...don’t know what you mean?”

“You and Tommy, you’re trying to make a move on him.”

You scoffed. “Please! Tommy’s been my best friend basically my whole life. He’s in love with you and no one could take that from you. I was helping him with the wedding, that’s it.”

“My wedding,” Roxie hissed. “Please bitch, I can see right through you. I know you don’t like me because I’m on his dick and you’re not, and you’re just waiting to ruin our relationship.”

You looked over to see if Tommy was paying attention to the situation before you leaned in to whisper to Roxie, “If I wanted to ruin your relationship, I’d bring him to Nikki’s dressing room when you and him are ‘visiting’. Tommy is a good man, Roxie, and he genuinely loves you. If you don’t feel the same, I think you should end the engagement.”

Roxie scoffed this time. “There you go again! Trying to ruin my relationship!”

“Roxie, we’re friends!”

“Please, you’re a glorified groupie.”

Her words rendered you speechless. She seemed proud of that. She sat back in her seat and smirked at you as you struggled with a comeback. You were trying to hold back the lump that was growing in your throat, but it was nearly impossible. Tears were welling in your eyes, but you didn’t want to admit defeat. You had nowhere to go, though. Roxie was blocking your path.

“What did you just say?”

Neither one of you had noticed Tommy standing over you. He was looking between you and Roxie with a shocked look on his face. Roxie’s smirk didn’t go away as she openly repeated her insult.

“She’s a glorified groupie! She’s just hanging around because she wants to try and fuck you. Why else would she uproot her entire life and follow you during your entire career? She’s desperate!”

The whole bus was silent. The boys were looking at you and Roxie in shock as well. If there was one thing everyone knew about Tommy, it was that you did not insult his best friend.

“Fuck you,” Tommy hissed, which shocked everyone even more. “Jesus Christ, Roxie, how can someone be such a bitch to absolutely everyone? (Y/N) has never done anything to you, why would you say that shit about her?”

Roxie tried to stutter something out but Tommy cut her off by calling to the bus driver, “Stop the bus!”

He took a hold of Roxie’s arms and roughly pulled her out of her chair. You stood, although you weren’t sure why. You didn’t mind seeing Roxie getting what she deserved. “Tommy, what are you doing?”

“I’m done with this, Roxie,” he said, ignoring your question. “I’m done with hearing you bad mouth (Y/N), as if you’re not the one fucking Nikki. Oh yeah, I know. I’ve known for a long time, I had just hoped that if I married you, maybe you’d leave all that behind. How fucking naive was I?”

“So you’re just gonna end our engagement and kick me off the bus for that skank?” Roxie shrieked in anger.

“The only skank here is you, Roxie,” Tommy retorted. “Now get the fuck out!”

Roxie huffed in anger and exited the bus. She slammed the door so hard behind her that the entire bus shook, and as we left her, we watched her flip us off while she called out muffled insults and profanities.

Tommy was seething in anger. He went to the back room in the bus and shut the door without another word. The guys and I looked at one another, unsure as what to do.

“One of us needs to talk to him,” Vince decided.

“Not Nikki,” Mick said. “If Nikki goes in here, the kid might cut his dick off.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault, I didn’t know he was that serious about her,” Nikki tried to defend.

“Not the time, Nikki,” you cut the bassist off. “I’ll go talk to him, I technically caused all of this after all.”

You went to the back room and slowly slid the door open. You expected Tommy to yell in anger for whoever was just barging in to leave, but you were shocked to see he was looking up at you, almost expecting you to have followed him.

As if reading your mind, he explained, “You always came to check on me when I was upset.”

“That’s what friends are for,” you told him. “Are you okay, Tommy?”

“I can’t believe I tried to convince myself I was in love with her,” he sighed. “I mean, she was hot and she was an excellent fuck, but she was a fucking bitch to absolutely everyone. Do you know I haven’t brought her to meet mom and dad yet? All the times they’ve come to the sets of music videos or have seen us on tour and I made sure they wouldn’t meet Roxie cause I knew they wouldn’t approve. Roxie is not the type of girl you marry, she’s the type that...”

“You sleep with,” you finished. “A groupie.”

Tommy scoffed. “I can’t believe she called you a glorified groupie, as if you’re the one who has been sleeping with my band mate.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, like that’ll ever happen. I wouldn’t touch those boys with a ten foot pole. Nikki and Vince surely have some sort of STD, if not several, and Mick is too grumpy to want to fuck anyone.”

You and Tommy laughed together. With the threat of his awful ex-fiancee gone, you felt comfortable enough to rest your head on his shoulder. “If you didn’t really love her, why were you so excited about the wedding and planning it earlier?”

“You know me, I’m a hopeless romantic. I want to find the right girl and settle down and get married. Even if I knew Roxie wasn’t the right girl, she was the girl I was marrying. I wanted it to be a good wedding, even if I was sure the marriage wouldn’t even last.”

“You shouldn’t have to settle for whichever girl says yes to your proposal, Tom,” you told him. “You deserve a girl who will give you as much love as you give her. A girl who will give you her heart and soul, the way you give yours. A girl who loves you, and only you.”

“What if I’ve already found her?”

You lifted your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well, if you have I’d hope you’d tell your best friend.”

Tommy smiled. “I think you know her pretty well.”

You couldn’t understand for a moment, but it clicked in when you saw the look in Tommy’s eyes. You had seen that look many times before; when he was looking at one of his girlfriends. It was a look of love, as if you were the only girl on the planet. Receiving that look, you really felt like you were.

“You like me?” you asked in disbelief.

“Took you long enough to figure out,” Tommy laughed. “I mean, I’ve only been trying to make a move our entire friendship. At first I thought you just weren’t interested, and then I realized that you just didn’t know how I felt.”

“You should’ve come out and said it!”

“But what if you said no?”

“Well, I’m not saying no, am I?”

Tommy perked up at this. “Wait..so...are you saying?”

You giggled and pulled Tommy forward to give him a small kiss. It took him by surprise and, by the time he realized and went to kiss back, you were pulling away.

“Next break you get, take me on a proper date drummer boy,” you told him.

Tommy nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah. I mean...okay, I will.”

You giggled and kissed Tommy again, relaxing into his arms as you both decided to utilize the privacy of the back room for yourselves.

[niksixx]

Bed Head

Requested: Anonymously 

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Female Reader 

Description: “Can I request for Nikki please :) She’s on tour with them and is Nikki’s favorite person to flirt with and when they get to the hotel they have to end up sharing a room and sharing a bed which leads to her admitting she likes him and then some smut because Nikki can’t keep his hands to himself? Thank you!”

Warning: Smut

A/N: Reblog !!! 

*GIF is NOT mine, but found on Google. Credit to the owner.* 

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“This is so unprofessional! How do you overbook a hotel room?”

The check-in lady gives you a sympathetic look. “I cannot apologize enough for this, ma’am. I understand the inconvenience.”

Inconvenience your ass. This was just plain unacceptable. In a country you’d never visited before, the last thing you expected to worry about was not having a place to stay.

“Everything okay?” asks Tommy, your very best friend. He sees the worry etched in your forehead, and a hand covers your shoulder. Tommy’s band, Mötley Crüe, was on the second leg of their European tour. As best friends from childhood, you and Tommy had been inseparable before his band took off. You went your separate ways for a while as Tommy adjusted to his newfound fame, but Tommy never forgot where he came from. The band was currently touring Europe on their Theatre of Pain tour, and you were ecstatic that you were at a point in your career where you could take a few weeks off to join them.

“They overbooked my room,” you answer sadly, blowing a strand of hair from your eyes. “Now I have to pray that they can find me another room or else I’m fucked.”

“No need to pray, I’ve got it all worked out,” Sunglasses perched atop his head, Nikki Sixx rolls his suitcase over to the desk, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “She’ll be staying with me, ma’am.”

The thing about Nikki Sixx...your relationship was complicated. Out of Tommy’s bandmates, you clicked with Nikki the most, almost instantly. His easy going persona just made you comfortable, want to be around him. He understood you were Tommy’s friend, but that didn’t stop him from poking fun at you, and he loved that you were able to take it. Somewhere down the line, the lighthearted teasing morphed into flirting. With how close the two of you were, it was surprising that Tommy didn’t have a problem with someone he considered a brother flirting with someone he considered his sister. If anything, he encouraged it.

“Easy fix,” Tommy grins, turning back to the lady. “Sorry for the trouble.” Tommy wanders ahead to catch up with Mick and Vince as Nikki stays back with you.

You feel his eyes burning into the side of your head, and you turn to face him. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

His smirk has you weak in the knees. Nikki’s lips were his best physical feature. Soft. Thin. Pink. Maybe one day you’d have the luxury of feeling them on your body, but you’d never get your hopes up. Sure, Nikki flirted with you and had called you pretty, but millions of other women had caught his attention. You were just another girl with a wild fantasy. “It is more than okay, baby girl.”

~~~

“You can’t stop me from sleeping on the floor.”

The argument surrounding your sleeping location had been going on for the last two hours, and you weren’t going down without a fight. The realization that there was only one bed in the hotel room had hit as soon as you opened the door. Immediately your cheeks had flushed with embarrassment when Nikki automatically assumed you’d be sharing the bed with him.

There was no way you could, especially because of your feelings for him. You knew it’d be harmless, but sleeping beside him would give you the wrong idea, even if you’d enjoy the close proximity of his body and the warmth radiating from his skin. You simply couldn’t do it.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Nikki calls from the bathroom as he adjusts his belt in the mirror. “We’re just sleeping!”

Rummaging through your suitcase, you dig around for the small case of earrings you’d packed for nights out on the town. Tonight’s plan was to hit up a few clubs, and you wanted to look your best for a certain bass player.

You find the earrings at the bottom of the suitcase, holding onto the end of the bed to push yourself off the floor. Turning toward the bathroom, you collide with Nikki’s chest. “What are you doing? You’re in my way.”

“Unless,” Nikki clicks his tongue, and the look on his face has you hesitating to move. “Unless there’s a reason you don’t want to sleep with me.”

Oh boy if only he knew how much you’d love to sleep with him.

“Maybe it’s because you snore?”

Scoffing, you slap his shoulder. “I do not snore.” Brushing past him, you head into the bathroom, leaning toward the mirror to get a closer look at your earrings.

“You have your period then,” Nikki suggests, and your mouth drops immediately. He recognizes his mistake and holds up his hands innocently. “Alright, alright, you’re not on your period.”

“That’s not even something you’re supposed to ask a woman,” You remind him, fiddling with the back of the earring.  

Stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets, he steps toward you, shoulder resting on the bathroom door. “Then what could it be, hm?”

His voice is slightly higher pitched, almost as if he knows the answer but is waiting for you to confirm. You feel his eyes on you and you turn to look at him, head tilted to the side as he waits for your answer. “Maybe it’s because I like you.”

Nikki smiles. “I figured.”

You’re stunned. “How?”

He shrugs, stepping out of the way to let you back out into the room. You take a seat on the bed, legs dangling off the side as he stands in front of you. “Tommy’s the worst at keeping secrets.”

Anger vibrates in your bones. “That bitch…” He’d betrayed you! Breaking the pinky promise and everything. “Oh I’m going to kill him.”

Nikki sits beside you, hands clasped together between his legs as his elbows rest on his knees. “To be fair, he technically only confirmed it. I think I knew all along, but I wanted to be sure.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, heat rising from your neck. “It was that obvious, huh?”

His grin expands across his pale face. “Pretty much.”

Groaning, you fall back on the bed, covering your face as Nikki laughs. Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, you have to try and come up with a better excuse. There’s no way you’d be able to sleep next to Nikki now, not after everything he knows.

As you try to concoct another explanation, you feel Nikki crawl on top of your body, pinning you to the bed with his weight. Your eyes shoot open, breath hitching as his tattooed fingers trail up the side of your waist, to your neck, and skim against the base of your throat.

“Nikki,” you swallow nervously, “What are you doing?”

“Well, we don’t have to meet the boys for another ten minutes,” He flashes a knowing smirk. “What do you say we break in the bed? Make you a little more comfortable.”

His lips cover yours and you give in, arms wrapping around his torso, pulling him deeper against your body. His tongue teases you, poking out of his mouth to lick your bottom lip as a hand finds your breast, kneading it through the fabric of your short blue dress. Hooking your leg over his waist, you grind your crotch against him, needing to feel some type of friction.

His mouth moves from your lips to your neck and throat, licking and sucking the skin, biting occasionally to claim you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. All the nights spent dreaming of kissing Nikki were finally becoming a reality in front of you.

Nikki inches down your body, fingers skimming over the end of your dress, pulling it up your body, letting it gather at your stomach. Your pussy is right in front of him, clad only by a thin white lace thong. He gazes up at you. “Can I touch you?”

Nodding eagerly, the word flies out of your mouth. “Please.”

Nikki drags his finger up the front of your clothed vagina, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. Two fingers touch your clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles. Wetness coats the inside of the thong, and Nikki’s eyes blaze. Pulling the fabric aside, he again uses one finger to brush your clit. Arousal pools between your thighs, and Nikki’s cock constricts against his pants, begging to be free.

“I want you,” Nikki’s voice rasps, lowering his mouth to press a feather light kiss to your pussy. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes,” you moan out, bucking your hips while Nikki lightly nibbles the inside of your thighs. “Yes, Nikki.”

He dives right in as soon as his name leaves your mouth. His tongue is warm and wet against your flesh, licking between your folds, savoring your taste on his tongue. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit rapidly, arms wrapping around your thighs to bring you closer to his face.

Your hands tangle in his messy hair, yanking the strands while simultaneously pushing his face impossibly deeper. He hums against your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth, and it feels even better than you could have imagined.

“You like being fucked by my tongue, don’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes, fuck, please give me more,” Rocking your hips, you drag out a groan, fisting the bed comforter in your palms as Nikki’s tongue swipes across your hot flesh. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

A loud squeal fills the room. You bite down on your tongue, pussy adjusting to Nikki’s mouth on your clit as three fingers pump in and out, juices coating his digits.

“Oh, God, Nikki! Nikki!” You’re screaming his name, completely disregarding the neighbors in the hotel room next door. “Let me cum, Nikki, please let me come.”

“Not yet,” he growls, flattening his tongue. His fingers continue their assault on your cunt, curling inside in a come hither motion. “You come when I tell you.”

Can you hold on? Throwing your head back, your back arches off the bed, legs twisting as Nikki tries to keep them apart with his free hand. Beads of sweat coat your arms as you try to support your weight, thoughts focusing on Nikki’s expert tongue.

When your thighs begin to shake, you automatically sense a pit of pleasure burning in your lower  stomach. You bite down on your lip hard, stifling a cry.

He knows your close and goddamn it he’s so ready to help you ride out your high. “Come, baby. Come all over my tongue.”

He didn’t need to ask you twice. Reaching back for a pillow, you cover your face just as your orgasm rocks through you, juices dripping down Nikki’s chin as he licks you clean.

He lets you catch your breath before sitting back on his haunches, admiring your body. A knock on the door startles you. “Yo, Nikki! Y/N! You ready to go?” Vince calls from the other side.

Licking his lips, Nikki gives you a once over before slapping his palms down on his thighs. “We probably should get going.”

Where the confidence came from, you’ve no clue, but you grab Nikki and pull him on his back, stunning him. Slithering down his body, you come face to face with his growing erection, and you can’t help but run your hand over his clothed dick. His eyes widen. “Uh, baby girl? The boys?”

You offer a small smile, slowly unzipping his pants and digging his cock out of his boxers. Licking a stripe up his shaft, you swirl your tongue around the head, emitting a groan from Nikki’s throat. “The boys can wait,” you purr, kissing the head of his cock. “Can you?”

[carlossainzbutthole]

MGK - Beautiful

Words - 402

Requested - yes again i lost the request so if it’s yours let me know and i’ll tag you!

Rating - Fluff

A/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 900 followers i love you guys so much and i hope your all staying safe if you need someone to talk to during everything that’s going on i’m on here basically 24/7! xx

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“hey bubs” Colson whispers in your ear as you snuggle up closer to him “hey babe” you say with a wide grin “why are you up so early?” you question looking at the time which has only just passed 6am “i couldn’t sleep...” he answers and you giggle “so you were just staring at me waiting for me to wake up hmm” you joke “maybe i like the view” he smirks back at you pulling you closer to him “your beautiful” he adds and you turn away from him “shut up and go back to sleep” you say blushing not looking up at him “i mean it y/n your the most beautiful people i’ve ever met” he admits his voice increasing slightly “colson quiet your going to wake the neighbours at this rate” you laugh “so what it i do...they should know just how much i love you and how beautiful you are” he stops speaking and runs to the widow opening it wide “I KNOW YOU GUYS HATE ME ALREADY BUT I JUST THOUGHT ID LET YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE Y/N L/N SHE IS BEAUTIFUL SMART KIND AND FUNNY AND...A GREAT COOK-“ “colson! shut up and get your head back inside” you cut him off trying to keep your boyfriend in check “dad? Y/n” a small voice appears around the door “cassie, i’m sorry did Colson wake you” you say eyeing the man sat beside you now quiet as could be all cassie does is nod so you motion for her to join you in bed, she obliged and cuddles up next to you “Wow i get the cold shoulder now..i see how it is” Colson says faking being hurt “hey you woke her up” you joke and he laughs softly “i love you” you pout looking lovingly towards the blonde “i love you too” he tells you giving you a kiss against your lips “i know you love me, and so do the neighbours they know you love me in more ways that one” you say cheekily, after a few minutes you drift off with cassie snuggled into you leaving colson to watch the two loves of his life sleep peacefully in his arms, he truely did love you and he didn’t care how much he told people or how loudly he told people no matter what he said he just couldn’t express how much he actually loves you.

[keepcalm-and-beyou]

Bored & Lazy Quarantine(IG)

Summary: Colson and Reader post on Instagram during their Quarantine lock down. (What else you gonna do when bored in the house, in the house bored!)

[lokissuper]

does anyone know the colson baker imagine named Why Are You Here? I’ve been looking for it but can find it 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[bakerkells]

ANOTHER VIDEO EDIT I DID YESTERDAY BUT MY DUMB ASS FORGOT TO POST HERE SHSHDHSHS

[yesloverboy]

Neighborly (mgk!Tommy Lee x Reader) Part 7

summary: after your first official date at the pier, some ~tension~ is finally resolved and serious talks about the future ensue. 

word count: 3,304

[warnings: SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!! plus alcohol, smoking, swearing drugs, and the usual yadda yadda yadda.]

note: uhhh, here it is! for anyone who is still sticking around in the crüe/classic rock fandom to read this old thing. I’m too ashamed to talk about how long it’s been since I’ve written anything for my crüe fam so I’ll just zip it for now. ily!

tags: @kwyloz, @lavendersoundbarrier, @scarecrowmax, @hxllywood-whxre, @totallynotkaibiased, @rogertaylur, @fatheadtheroger, @secretly-a-groupie, @kickstart-myheart-sixx, @black-tights-black-heart @dirtysixxers, @abbysdogcollar, @valentines-in-london, @colsonbakersnoseringmain, @ccidk, @sharon6713, @myshakespeareandarling, @moon-beame, @carmineharry, @2dead2function, @lauravic, @amusicalprostituttee @lululovesgwtw @kingbouji3  @freakshow-jodie @anyasthoughts @chlobo6, @casualcomputerarbiter-blog @oldschoolimagineblog, @bandaid-rainbow​

 Tommy’s mouth dominates your own, each heated kiss dissolving another layer of tension. You cling to his shirt, afraid that your knees may give in from the sheer force of his affection. Despite his intensity, Tommy still caresses the sides of your face tenderly, his long thumb stroking your cheekbone with the same gentleness as the wind sauntering through your broken window. It reminds you of the first time he kissed you, with your thighs seated on his own and half a palette of blush on his cheeks.

 “Need you baby,” Tommy murmurs between kisses, “Say you need me, too.”

 Your face grows hot as Tommy’s mouth travels from your mouth to the hollow of your throat, his subtle nibbles and licks making your breathing ragged. As much as you wanted to take things slow, you can’t deny the way that your heart propels itself in Tommy’s direction, making you want to close even the tightest spaces between the two of you.

 “Oh Tommy, please,” you breathe, running your fingers through his long hair, “I need you–you know I need you.”

 Just as soon as he had begun, Tommy detaches his mouth from your neck, replacing it instead with a gentle hand. The heat pools between your legs as the grip of his fingers settles beneath your jawline, his firm yet loving touch holding you in place. You have no choice but to let your eyes dance in front of his stormy blue ones, your throat running dry in anticipation.

 “Do you mean that?” Tommy murmurs, his husky voice fading into the softness of uncertainty. 

 You nod frantically against his grasp with desperate hands clawing at the tail of Tommy’s shirt, pulling his chest flush against your own. Tommy’s hips involuntarily buck against yours, the slight friction against his clothed bulge causing a soft moan to fall from his lips. As his hot breath ghosts your open mouth, you decide you can no longer fight just how badly you want Tommy. Feeling brave, you grab the back of Tommy’s neck and reconnect your lips.  

 Tommy’s hand snakes tightly around your waist, cushioning your back as he lets the two of you fall into a heap on the mattress. As he hovers above your breathless form, a delicate hand begins to snake its way up your bare thigh and towards the hem of your night shirt. You squirm under his touch, his touch practically burning a hole into your sensitive flesh.

 “Is this okay, baby?” Tommy murmurs, his lips softly brushing against your own.

 With a fervent nod, you decide to quell any anxieties Tommy may still have by pulling the night shirt over your head and tossing onto the floor. Whatever boundaries that may have been left are finally torn down, leaving you lying bare before Tommy in nothing but a pair of silk panties.

 Tommy’s mouth falls open, his blue eyes bright as he takes the sight of you in. His eyes wander from your mussed hair to the way that the moonlight from your window bathes your supple skin in its pale glow. With a tentative hand, Tommy strokes the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers toy with the lacy edge of your panties. Strangely enough you don’t feel exposed or bashful, you feel seen. It’s almost as if someone were looking at you for the first time.

 “God, baby,” Tommy exhales, “I–I can’t even find the words.”

 “Then stop trying,” you tease, taking a fistful of his shirt collar in your hands and pulling him back down to your level.

 Tommy grins into your mouth as he falls on top of you once again, his lips connecting with yours intermittently as his hands finally begin to wander freely. You hum in contentment as a warm palm encompasses your breast, kneading the skin softly. Although you can’t deny that his tender grasp feels good– extremely good –the tension between you and Tommy has been eating at you from day one. Tangling your fingertips into Tommy’s wild hair, you give the strands a harsh tug, silently encouraging your fumbling, energetic boy to take things up a notch.

 Tommy moans in response, “Listen I was playing nice–” you suck in a breath as you watch his blue eyes darken, his free hand pointing a finger centimeters from your face, “but if that’s how you wanna play baby, I’ll play.”

 Arousal begins to soak through the fabric of your panties at Tommy’s words, making your blood buzz eagerly in your veins. Unable to control your impulses, you nip at Tommy’s finger, teeth snapping against the empty air as he reflexifly pulls back.

 Before you even know what’s happening, Tommy’s calloused hand has a firm grip on the column of your throat. The force of his hold jostles your head against the pillows, knocking the air from your lungs little by little. You arch into the touch, your own hand floundering to gain some sort of leverage against Tommy’s wrist.

 “Uh, oh,” you grin, voice straining against the weight of his hand “am I in trouble?”

 Tommy’s eyes are hungry, playful even, as he leans in closely, lips hovering just above the shell of your ear as the ends of his hair brush against your collarbone.

 “Why?” Tommy purs, “Do you wanna be?”

 Goosebumps erupt onto your skin as Tommy drags the tip of his nose from the tip of your ear down to the curve of your jaw. Releasing some of his hold on your throat, Tommy begins sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, each movement beginning as a kiss and ending with his teeth sinking into your flesh.

 You cry out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure, knowing for a fact that the angry red impressions of Tommy’s teeth would turn to a deep purple– bruising you, marking you. Tommy ignores your cries, instead snaking his free hand underneath the dainty silk of your panties. You gasp as a long finger begins to stroke your wet folds, every teasing movement brushing against your clit more and more each time. He slides your damp panties off of your thighs, the cool summer air chilling your exposed flesh.

 “Oh fuck, Tommy,” you murmur, “N-need, need more.”

 “What was that, baby girl?” he hums lowly, lips still attached to the hollow of your throat. “I couldn’t hear you.”

 Just as you’re about to bite back against Tommy’s sarcasm, he plunges a calloused finger inside of you, stroking upwards into your heat. As you pant and moan against him, Tommy loosens his grip on your throat just enough to allow your hips to desperately rut into his hand. A bead of sweat trickles down your temple, running down your neck and swimming through the valley of your trembling breast. Your skin, still warm from yours and Tommy’s day in the sun, is now sweltering with a desire so pure that you can’t imagine it distinguishing beyond this moment.

 “Fuck,” you gasp as Tommy slides a second finger inside of you, his long digits reaching uncharted parts of you that most men barely had the knowledge nor the skill to access. You’re unsure whether or not you can attribute the pleasure you’re feeling to Tommy’s experience, or the fact that every cell in your body seems to be hopelessly in love with him, but it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

 Your chest heaves out a steady tempo of moans, each one crescendoing towards your release. Tommy’s fingers pump relentlessly as your hands claw at the sheets for something, anything, to keep you grounded.

 “Oh Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,” you cry as the heat from your core works its way up your chest and neck, clouding your vision.

 Tommy says nothing and instead, in a moment of pure intimacy, swallows your frantic words in a bruising kiss. Your back arches into his moving hand, his rhythm never ceasing as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Whining against his lips, you wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting to separate for even a moment. Tommy just holds you in place, his aching cock straining against his shorts and pressing against your inner thigh.

 As you come down from your high, you disconnect your lips from Tommy’s, feeling both dazed and completely enraptured at his ability to make you feel like that with just his hands. Is this what it’s like to be touched by someone you love? Your mind wanders as you meet his oceanic eyes again, wanting him to look expectant for his own release but instead finding nothing but adoration.

 “Tommy I–” you try to speak, but he just kisses you with his open mouth smiling. Pulling at his shirt, he relents for a moment, allowing you to yank it off his head and expose his tanned chest.

 You start to work at the button on his shorts, but he grips your face in his hands. “Baby, baby, baby,” he coos, the dominant fire in his eyes diminishing  for just a moment to get your attention, “You don’t gotta worry about me.”

 As much as his selflessness melts your heart, you use his softened demeanor to your advantage. Using whatever energy you can muster, you shove at Tommy’s chest and hoist your leg over his torso, effectively flattening his lanky frame onto the mattress. Tommy huffs out a laugh as his head connects with the plush duvet, his hands immediately coming to rest on your thighs as you straddle him. His fingers dig into your skin absentmindedly, leaving momentary imprints in their wake.

 Nails raking against his bare chest, you tisk your disapproval at him with a devilish smirk. “Oh no you don’t, drummer boy,” you giggle, “You’re not getting off the hook that easy.”

 “Come on baby, you know I want you–” Tommy hisses as you press yourself against his throbbing erection, “I just–ah fuck–know it’s a lot right now.”

 Instead of answering him, you sink down the length of his body, peppering kisses along his chest and stomach until you reach the edge of his denim shorts. All Tommy can do is moan helplessly as you tug them off his hips, allowing his flushed cock to spring free. Needless to say, he’s big– a lot bigger than you were expecting, and you begin to wonder just how you’re going to fit him in your mouth, let alone inside of your body.

 Experimentally, you grip his shaft, bringing the head of his aching cock to your lips. Your hot breath ghosts the tip as you give a gentle kitten lick, causing Tommy to twitch anxiously in your hand. Wrapping your lips around him slowly, Tommy lets out a tortured groan, his hand absentmindedly tangling itself in your hair as you look up at him through dark lashes.

 Without a second thought, you take more of him into your mouth and begin to bob your head to a steady rhythm. Whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth slides comfortably through your enclosed fingers, slick and wet with your saliva. Each time Tommy’s hips buck against the back of your throat, you stifle a gag; and, as much as you hate to admit it, the sloppy sound is just making you wetter by the second. His shuddering moans and deep gasps egg you on, creating a tempo that you’re more than happy to follow along with.

 Before Tommy’s hips start to stutter too much, he uses his hold on your hair to gently pull you off his cock. As always, Tommy’s grip is delicate, yet firm– letting you know that, while you may have had the upper hand for a moment, he was still the one in charge.

 “What’s the matter, baby?” you huff, a little disappointed that he didn’t let you finish him off.

 “As rad as that was baby girl,” Tommy grins, gripping your jaw tightly, “I think we would both prefer if I finished inside of you, don’t you think?” You nod eagerly, unabashedly expressing a want for Tommy that you had gotten so tired of concealing over the past month.  

 With that, Tommy regains control, gripping your smaller figure by the shoulders and firmly pushing you back into the pillows. Your eyes are wide, unable to get used to Tommy’s strength in spite of his wiry physique. It takes you back to earlier that day, when he had lifted you off the ground at the boardwalk. That moment seems so far away and yet, with Tommy hovering above you, you realize you want every day to be just the same. Broken window and all.

 Tommy leaves tender kisses on your collarbone, the ends of his chestnut hair, still crisp with seawater, tickling your skin. With steady hands he pushes your legs apart and looks up at you with eager eyes sparkling.

 “You ready baby?” he breathes, pupils black with arousal and cheeks flushed.

 Knotting your fingers in his hair, you pull him up to your awaiting mouth, drinking in the taste of him as his tongue mingles with yours. Lips parting for just a moment, you gaze up into his eyes, breathless. His heart beats in rhythm with yours, each helpless organ hammering against its respective ribcage, hopelessly reaching for the other.

 “Just fuck me already, pretty boy,” you tease, teeth sinking into your lip as your hand move down the expanse of his back. They finally settle at Tommy’s hips, guiding him forward to your dripping center. Your thighs clench with anticipation as a new coating of gooseflesh covers your skin.

 “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” Tommy murmurs, his cock rubbing teasingly along your folds, “Did I do this to you baby? Hmm?”

 Before you can muster enough self control to answer him, Tommy thrusts his cock inside of you. The sudden movement causes you to cry out in surprise, your nails clutching and scratching at his skin. Tommy’s exceptional length stretches you open deliciously, the burning sensation eliciting a pathetic whine from the back of your throat. Tommy is just as caught up in the moment as you are, his eyes fluttering closed as your walls tighten and pulse around him in arousal.

 “More Tommy, please,” you beg, shifting your hips to connect your bodies further. His head falls slack to meet yours, forehead pressing against your own as his hips finally roll back into your own. Mouth falling open, you reach up at Tommy as he pounds into you, your unsteady hands finding purchase at the nape of his neck.

 At the sound of your whimpers, Tommy regains the same dominance as before, fucking into you so hard that he has to use his free hand to steady himself against the wall behind your bed. Each thrust of his cock inside of you is punctuated with a hard kiss, his teeth pulling at your plush lips and tugging your mouth further into his.

 Tommy’s eyes fall onto your flushed face, your skin glowing with a sheen of sweat and moonlight as he coaxes your orgasm forward. “That’s it baby doll,” he grunts, parting his lips from yours to nip at your neck, “Keep taking me– just like that.”

 “It’s so good Tommy,” you babble, “So, so good.”

 As Tommy’s cock pierces even deeper into your cervix, his hands engulf your waist in a bruising grip, bringing you down onto him harder and faster than before. Your eyes roll back into your head as your vision clouds around the edges, the white hot feeling of your orgasm so close you can almost taste it.

 “That’s is, beautiful,” Tommy coos, his hot breath ghosting your ear, “Just let go, come for me.”

 As if on command, your orgasm completely overtakes you. The blood rushes from the tip of your toes to the nape of your neck, prickling your insides and propelling the air out of your lungs. Tommy follows close behind, the snapping of his hips sputtering unevenly as his cock twitches inside of you. With a few final, shallow thrusts Tommy’s cock pumps its release, filling you up to the brim. You’re still panting beneath him as he relaxes atop your abdomen, the weight of his warm body a comfort as your chests heave in unison.

 For a few blissful moments, the only sound between the two of you comes from the rise and fall of your labored breaths.The summer air is hot and balmy as it passes through your shattered window, its gentle gusts welcome on your glistening skin. After a while Tommy rolls off of you, his broad body flopping onto your old mattress with a boyish smile plastered across his face.

 Your body is too weary to sit up straight just yet, so your prop yourself up on one elbow to face Tommy directly. “What are you so smiley about, huh?” The question comes out as barely a whisper, your lungs still frantically trying to catch up to your falling adrenaline rush.

 With a long arm, Tommy reaches out to your bare shoulder, his fingers ghosting against your skin delicately. “I mean I did just nail the hottest babe in all of Los Angeles–no, wait! The world. The hottest girl in the world.” His sudden correction makes you giggle.

 Beaming at Tommy, you reach over and ruffle his sex induced bedhead. “Hottest girl in the world, huh? Can I put you down as my reference when I add that to my resumé?”

 Tommy’s face blushes a deep pink, his eyes averting in favor of gazing at the frayed stitching on your linens. Fidgeting, he begins wringing together his large hands, a smile still faint on his lips. “Well yeah, but, uh, only if you mark me down as you boyfriend, too.”

 His words bring you crashing back to the reality of the situation, reminding you that earlier that day–or was it the day before now?–was technically yours and Tommy’s first date. Falling onto your back, you pin your eyes to the ceiling, hoping that its popcorn texture might somehow form the right words to say. You reach blindly for Tommy's hand, tapping at his forearm until you find it. “Look,” you begin, your mouth speaking before you can even process the words, “You know that today was our first date–”

 “Second,” Tommy interjects. You turn your head to look at him and follow his  index finger to the clock on your dresser. 4:52 AM.

 “Okay, fine–second,” you huff out a laugh, “And I wanted to get to know you better, you know? As a friend, but now I think I realize...this has been you all along.”

 Tommy jolts up into a sitting position, eyes bulging in disbelief. “Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because I swear to God, Y/N if you’re fucking with me–”

 You tackle Tommy back down before he can even finish his sentence. “Yes, of course I’d put you down as my boyfriend, you fucking goof!”

 He rises to meet you, pressing light kisses over the valleys and contours of your face, leaving no territory uncharted by his unyielding affection. Never in all of your brief life has anyone made you feel this way. He gives you butterflies and yet you still want to see a future with him. It’s love, your brain screams, it has to be love. And who wouldn’t want a love like that? Tommy had already declared it days into knowing you, and you were finding it more and more difficult to resist the idea with each passing moment of bliss.

 “You know what that means, don’t you gorgeous?” Tommy grins.

 Brushing a few wild hairs away from his eyes, you quirk a curious eyebrow at Tommy’s giddy expression. “And what’s that?”

 “We gotta tell the band!”

Masterlist

[hott-rock-fan]

Wish You Were Home

(Not my gif; All credits to the original creator of the gif.)

Pairing: Tommy Lee(MGK) x Reader

Word count: 835 words

Warning: SMUT!

You were waiting by your phone, waiting for a phone call from your fiancée. The one and only Tommy fucking Lee. He was currently on tour with his band. He made a promise to you that whenever they finished a show, he’d call you. You had told him multiple times that he didn’t have to do that, but Tommy always insisted. 

You had actually met through a mutual friend, Nikki Sixx. Of course, Nikki was like a brother to both of you. Nikki had brought you along for one of their private practices. The second you and Tommy laid eyes on each other, you bonded instantly. One thing led to another and next thing you knew, you were engaged to Tommy. 

You sighed, getting bored of waiting on Tommy. You grabbed the T.V. remote and began to flick through the channels, only to find nothing good on. You left it on MTV, hoping to see a Mötley Crüe music video. 

Then the phone rang. 

You muted the T.V. and picked up the phone. 

“Hello?” You answered the phone, watching the T.V.

“Hey, beautiful. Sorry that I didn’t call you right away. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Tommy’s voice came through the phone. 

A smile appeared on your face. 

“No, Tommy, you didn’t wake me up. I was just thinking about you, actually,” you said with a touch of lust and need in your voice. 

“Fuck, babygirl. Are you being naughty without me?” Tommy’s voice dripped with lust. 

You had begun rubbing your thighs together. You licked your lips as you opened your legs. You dipped your fingers under your underwear. 

“And what if I have been? It’s not like you’re here to stop me,” You purred seductively into the phone. Your voice hitches a little as your cold fingers touch your warm clit.

A growl came from Tommy, “You’re such a naughty girl, you know that? So naughty. I miss you so fucking much. Hell, I miss being in you. Fuck, I miss that tight pussy around my big fucking cock.” Tommy’s voice got deeper with lust. 

You softly moaned as you felt yourself getting wetter against your fingers. 

“That’s it, babygirl. Keep moaning for me. Don’t be shy about your moans,” Tommy encouraged you. 

You moaned a little more into the phone as you pushed two fingers into your pussy.

You imagined Tommy’s hot breath on your neck. You moaned at the thought of him. In your mind, you replaced your fingers for Tommy’s cock. 

“Tommy,” you moaned, “Fuck, Tommy. Oh, fuck, Tommy.”

There was heavy breathing on the other end. 

“I’m right here, beautiful. Fuck,” Tommy said through his heavy breaths. “What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

“I’m imagining your hot lips on my neck while you pound into my tight, little pussy,” You moaned as your thrust your fingers in and out of you. 

“That’s a good girl. Keep moaning for me. Just like that,” Tommy moaned, “Fuck, babe. You’re making me so fucking hard with your sweet moans.”

You continued to moan as you picked up your pace. “Fuck, Tommy. Fuck, I wish you were here right now. Fuck, Tommy,” you continued to moan. 

“Oh, I know, baby. Fuck, I wish I was there, too. Fuck, baby. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you so hard when I get home. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk the next day,” Tommy said with a slight stutter. 

You softly chuckled as you kept thrusting your fingers in and out of your pussy. “You better be keeping that promise, Mr. Lee,” you began to feel your legs shake, causing you to moan a little louder. You were close to your orgasm. 

“Is somebody close?” Tommy asked with a clear smirk on his face, “Come on. Go ahead, beautiful. You can cum. Cum for me, baby.”

You closed your eyes as you continued to please yourself. You moaned even louder than before as your legs shook violently. 

This ecstasy-like pleasure only lasted for a few seconds. 

You softly panted as you opened your eyes. 

“Fuck, that sounded so hot, babe. Holy fuck. Not gonna lie; Made me cum a lot with that last moan, beautiful,” Tommy said. 

You continued to pant with a smile on your face. 

“This was a lot of fun. Do it again tomorrow night?” You asked.

“I’m up for that. Fuck… I can’t wait to come home,” Tommy said softly with a sigh. 

“I know. I can’t wait for you to come home either. I love you, Tommy,” you said as you listened to his sweet voice. 

“I love you, too, beautiful. Listen, I gotta go, honey,” Tommy said.

“Okay, honey. Go have fun,” you said with a smile as a Mötley Crüe music video came on the T.V. screen. 

“Okay, babe. Bye,” Tommy said. 

“Bye, Tommy,” You said before the both of you hung up the phone. You sat on the couch, watching your fiancée on the T.V.

[thedirtpreferences]

PREFERENCE #19 - SEDUCTION

(Sooooo....I’ve been getting a lot of smut requests and decided I wanted to give it a whirl. It’s a little out of my comfort zone, but I wanted to at least give it a try for you beautiful people)

Vince: “So, tell me again why you’re upset.” He purred against your skin, his nose tracing a line from your belly button to your naval. “Because of what you said in front of the boys,” You muttered, avoiding eye contact as you kept your eyes fixed on the TV. “And what exactly did I say that made you so upset?” He inquired, his fingers curling around the waistband of your panties, giving them an experimental yank. When you showed him no attention, he smirked knowing that soon you would be puddey in his hands. When had you ever been someone to tell him to stop? Even you couldn’t deny how good Vince made you feel. “You told them innapropriate things about what we do behind closed doors.” The words you uttered came out in a breathless sigh as he pulled your panties completely off, slowly parting your legs, his breath hot against your now exposed pussy. You could feel you temperature rising, your heart beating like a helicopter in flight. God, you needed him, but you needed to remain strong more. “And why did that bother you?” Vince asked inquistively, the tip of his nose pressed against your throbbing clit, his lips pressing gently against your exposed heat. Your toes curled at this, but you remained strong. For how long, however, was the question. This was only a level one for Vince afterall. “Because it’s none of their business.” You mumbled, gripping the edge of the couch tightly as you closed your eyes. Vince had began to take slow, deliberate licks at your clit, turning it up a notch. It was taking everything in you not to make a noise. How was this son of a bitch so damn controlled? It was like he knew exactly what to do to make you lose all your inhibitions; the man had mastered the art in knowing you inside and out. “Well, hopefully you let me make it up to you. Afterall, I can’t control what I say when I speak of you. You’re just so fucking hot, Y/N. God, if only you knew how much I really worshiped the fuck out of you.” He whispered against you, his breath shaky as he looked up at you through his hooded eyes. You could have nearly lost it right then and there seeing as you were already nearly on the brink of saying ‘fuck it’ anyways. Why was he so good? “I can make it up to you, you know?” Vince bit his lip, his black eyes pleading. “That is if you let me. Will you please let me pretty girl?” Was it the way he sounded so desperate? So sumbmissive to please you? Or was it the way his breath blew hot against your pussy making you shiver with each syllable? Knowing that with one simple ‘yes’ Vince would unleash the cracken you let out a small groan throwing your elbow over your face. “Please make it up to me.” Grinning up at you, Vince would dive right into your pussy wordlessly telling you that that’s all he needed to hear to make up his mind.

Nikki: “Nikki, please...” It took a lot to make you plead. It took a lot to make you buckle into submission, but Nikki brought the worst out in you. Furthermore, all he had to do was look at you; look at you with that fucking face of his and you were his. Perhaps you were sex crazed, perhaps you were just a horny person. Though you had never felt this crazy before which made you believe that maybe it was just your boyfriend being your kryptonite. “What is it?” He whispered, his fingertips soft as satin as they brushed down the sides of your body strategically slow. You shivered. “Please, Nikki, do something.” You begged, clenching your eyes close when his hand trailed to your ass squeezing it ever so slightly. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He growled in your ear, biting down on your neck surely leaving a bruise for the next day. Nikki liked that after all; he liked letting everyone know you were his and his only. “Yes.” You gasped when Nikki slammed his hand by your head, his eyes dark. “Say it.” His words would be menacingly sharp, his intentions undoubtedly clear. How could you not when he was looking at you with those eyes? “I want you to fuck me, Nikki.” The conviction in your own eyes would nearly send him over the edge as he took in your desperation. Where he was the one seducing you, he couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by your words. How had he gotten so fucking lucky? He couldn’t wait to make you feel good. “Good girl.” He mused as his hands were suddenly in your pants, his index finger stroking your throbbing clit roughly. You let out a loud yelp, your arms snaking around Nikki’s neck as he rubbed your sensitive knob. You could feel your legs on the verge of betraying you, growing weak with each passing second. He had only just touched you and you were already on the verge of cumming? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Even Nikki could sense just how embarrassingly close you were as he thrusted a finger into your core, his digits knowing exactly where to go to bring you closer to the edge. Nikki loved to push you to your limits, he loved to keep you on your toes when he had you in such a willing position. For him, there was nothing hotter. “Nikki, no, I’m not ready. Nikki, please.” You would plead letting out a cry as he sped up his pace, your walls beginning to tighten around him, the brink of your orgasm beginning to consume you. You were just about to release when suddenly he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean and turning his back on you. “Of course not, love. This is only the beginning.”

Mick: Mick didn’t like to mess around. He didn’t like to tease you, he didn’t like to edge you, he didn’t even particularly like to make you wait for anything if what you wanted was for him to pleasure you. Furthermore, you were his one and only. You deserved to be worshipped, you deserved to be pleasured, you deserved everything you could have ever wanted through his action. Which is why the moment he saw that look in your eye, the man was instantly undressing you as quickly as he possibly could. “M-Mick.” You would gasp as he sucked against your nipples, his calloused fingers gingerly pumping in and out of you. “Mick, slow down.” You would plead, the pressure inside your core twisting inside you far too quickly. You knew you were Mick’s queen and that whatever you want you received, but sometimes you wished that the man would take his time with you and make you ooze with desperation. Sometimes, you didn’t want to get to the party so quickly; you wanted to bask in the pleasure and stretch the whole thing out so you could enjoy it for longer. “You don’t want me to make you...?” Mick would inquire, raising his head to stare at you through his incredibly long lashes. “Not yet, baby. Not yet. Slow it down make me feel,” You would explain, guiding his fingers to your clit and rubbing them slowly against it with difficulty choking back your moans. “That’s what you want, hm?” Mick would grumble, slightly offended by your orders. Did you think that he didn’t know how to tease? Did you think he needed help seducing his own girlfriend? Boy, were you in for a rude awakening. Dropping to his knees, he would yank down your skirt and your panties in one swift motion. “Stand still.” Mick would snap, grabbing onto your legs roughly with his large palms, causing your quivering legs to come to a complete halt; he loved having this sort of instantaneous effect on you for him, there was nothing hotter. Licking up from just above your knee, to your inner thigh, to finally your sweet, pulsating clit, Mick would use the pressure of a moths wing to tease you, loving the way you sucked in a sharp inhale. You liked that did you? Kissing against your clit painstakingly slow, Mick would chuckle as your knees buckled ever so slightly, his hands being the only thing keeping you from completely collapsing. After about five minutes or so, you would whine, your frustration growing unfathomable. “Mick, do something.” You would beg, your eyes locking with Mick’s that were now tinted with humor and amusement. “You need to make up your mind little lady because right now you want me to take it slow, remember?” It was then you realized your mistakes: you had awoken Mick’s inner monster that fancied teasing more than life itself.

Tommy: Let’s face the facts: Tommy is like a kid in a candy store. So many options, so many places to go for, so many sweet temptations that he simply can’t ignore. He wants everything at once, greedy never being enough to describe him. Starting with rough bruises on your neck and your collarbones, to soft suckles upon your perfectly rounded breasts, to rough open mouth kisses down every inch of your body, to finally having his head clamped between your spread legs, your hands tangling tightly in his unruly locks, he would get an adrenaline high faster than any drug or liquor. Where every part of you was so incredibly sweet to him, however, Tommy enjoyed eating you out more than anything. Quite honestly, he didn’t give a rats ass what you liked either, simply because he couldn’t resist himself from doing it. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly seduction seeing as it was so straightforward, but nothing about Tommy was controlled and concise. That’s what made him such an amazing lover after all, his ability to keep you on your toes at all times. And honestly even though the poor guy struggled with seduction to get you going, he was a mastermind at edging you. He would get your toes curling, your heart racing, your moans loud and impulsive and then he would pull away from you to take a drag of his cigarette and a chug of his vodka. “C’mon, Tommy.” You would cry out as he took a drag of his cigarette, his goofy, lopsided smile making your heart hammer against your ribs. How could someone so innocent looking be such a fucking tease? You had never imagined in a million years someone would bring you to brink of insanity the way Tommy did. It was unfathomable. “What was that love? Oh! That’s right you wanted me to finish you off, my apologies.” Flicking out his cigarette and wiping away his mouth, he would position himself between your legs painstakingly slow, his hot breath causing you to shiver. His lips would barely be pressed against your needing clit when he would suddenly withdraw himself, letting out a hearty sigh. “That cigarette made me a little parched, I must admit. I think I need a drink now.” Your frustrated screams would make him giggle, and honestly, he would’ve felt a little guilty if you weren’t so fucking hot. Unfortunately, he had you right where he wanted you: on the cusp of losing your sanity.

[machinegunkellyimagines]

Title: My Brother’s Bandmate

Summary: Mötley Crüe meets Micks little sister.

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

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You couldn’t believe this.

It was your brother’s first gig with his new band and you missed it. It was as if the universe was determined to make you miss the show.

First you had to stay late at the diner because your release was stuck in traffic, then when you finally got in the taxi (that you ended up changing your clothes in) you were in traffic.

By the time you reached the Whiskey the crowd had already mostly died out, only leaving a few drunks at the bar and some girls who were either waiting for taxis or trying to find guys to go home with.

You headed to the back to look for your big brother to apologize since you knew he must have been bummed that you missed his show.

The only issue was you’d never been to this bar and had no clue where the back room was.

So you checked each door that wasn’t locked, then you opened a door and it was obviously a restroom with a single toilet and sink.

And it wasn’t empty.

There was a tall man with dark hair at the sink and he appeared to be washing his face, but he paused when he noticed her.

‘Seriously? Another one?’ he scoffed as he turned to face you.

‘Oh sorry.’ you said.

‘It’s fine I got one more good go left in me I think.’

‘Excuse me?’ You asked in confusion as the strange man approached you.

Before you knew what was going on the man lifted you up and placed you on the sink.

‘H-hey! What the hell?!’ you gasped in shock.

The man didn’t reply he just pulled a condom out of his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth.

Oh hell no!

You brought up your knee as hard as you could, making full contact with his gut.

He grunted and doubled over and you took the opportunity to push him back enough for you jump off the sink and run out the restroom.

‘Mick! Mick!’ you yelled as you ran down the long hallway, desperately looking for your brother.

Finally the last door at the end opened up and your brother stuck his head out.

‘(Y/N)?’ Mick asked as he saw you running toward him with a frantic look of panic in your eyes.

You ran up to him and clutched onto his leather jacket.

‘Th-this guy in the restroom h-he tried to-‘

Mick cut you off by smashing a bottle of vodka you hadn’t noticed him holding against the wall.

‘Where is he?’ your brother asked.

‘I left him in the restroom.’ you answered.

Without a word he pushed past you and headed to the restroom you had just ran from, you followed behind if only to make sure he didn’t hurt himself trying to kill that pervert.

When Mick walked in he paused at the door for a second when he saw the attacker on the ground holding his stomach in pain.

‘You bastard!’ Mick snarled before he grabbed the guy by his shirt and held the broken bottle against his neck.

‘I’m gonna fucking kill you!’

‘Mick! What the hell!?’

You turn and see two guys had apparently ran up behind you. One was a blond and the other was really tall with black hair.

The tall one pushed past you and pulled Mick back.

‘What the fuck is going on?!’ the blond asked.

‘This asshole tried to rape my fucking sister!!’ Mick screamed as he fought against the guy that was holding him back.

‘What?! Nikki that is not cool!’ the tall man said as he struggled to keep his hold on your brother.

‘I didn’t! I thought she was another groupie looking to fuck one of us! I didn’t know she was your sister!’ The guy yelled as he got up, still holding his stomach.

‘Do you two know each other Mick?’ you asked.

‘Yeah I used to be in a band with this fuck, but that’s dead. Come on let’s go.’ Mick said before he snatched out of the tall man’s hold.

‘What?! Mick you can’t just quit!’ the tall guy said.

‘Watch me.’

Mick then took your arm and pulled you out the restroom and down the hall, the whole time he was mumbling something about being done with rug monkeys.

‘Mick you’re gonna break my arm.’ you whined as your shoulder began to ache from how hard he was pulling you.

Your complaint made him stop and take a deep breath before he turned and faced you.

‘Are you Ok? Did that asshole hurt you?’ he asked.

‘No, I’m fine...are you really quitting this band?’ you asked.

‘Of course I’m quitting! (Y/N) he almost-’

‘I know but it really seemed like a big misunderstanding, Mick come on you told me you actually like these guys.’

‘That was before that damn bassist tried to fuck my baby sister in a dirty bathroom.’

‘Mick!’

The siblings turn and see the two guys from the hall were dragging the man who had attacked you in the restroom. Nikki you recalled.

‘Just beat the shit outta Nikki and let’s move past this man, we aren’t gonna find another guitarist as good as you and you won’t find another band that works better for you than us.’ the blond said.

‘Or you could just not beat the shit out of me and accept my apology. Man I read the situation completely wrong and jumped the gun, but dude come on don’t let this one dumb thing mess up the future of this band.’

‘Yeah Mick, you said it yourself you think this could be the one that makes it. I’m fine, honestly I am, don’t quit because of me.’ you tried to reason.

For a moment Mick looked like he was contemplating leaving and ignoring everyone but then he looked down at you and you gave him your biggest puppy eyes, the ones that he ALWAYS fell for.

He let out a loud sigh, and rolled his eyes before he grabbed a handful of Nikki’s hair and violently dragged his head down so that he could knee the bassist in the face.

‘Don’t ever pull that shit again Sixx.’ he said before he turned and walked off.

There was a moment of silence as Nikki held onto his now bleeding nose.

‘Well...um its nice to meet you all. I’m (Y/N) Mars, Mick’s little sister.’ you awkwardly introduced yourself.

‘Cool, I’m Tommy, the drummer, this guy is our singer Vince and you’ve met our bassists Nikki.’ the tall one introduced.

‘Yeah...I’m sorry for th-’

‘No. I shouldn’t have assumed, or at least asked before I started.’

‘Yeah.’ you agreed.

You all turned and saw Mick coming back, still looking angry like always but not as violent.

‘Are you assholes coming or not? You invited the entire club to that shitty apartment.’

‘Oh yeah, are we riding with you or-’

‘No. Only got room for one and I don’t want my infant sister walking the streets with the likes of you guys.’

‘I’m not an infant!’ you stomped.

‘Still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want you hanging with these guys.’

‘You hang out with these guys.’ you argued.

‘I’m not you (Y/N), I’m older, so get in the car so I can take you home.’ he said sternly.

‘I don’t want to go home yet, plus you said there was a party going on. I wanna go to at least that since I missed the show, I’m already dressed and tomorrow is my off day.’

‘Come on dude least we can do is show her a good time after the shit Sixx pulled.’ Tommy said.

Again your brother rolled his eyes before leaving, this time pulling you with him.

‘I’ll see you all at the party!’ you said as you were dragged away.

In the car Mick gave you his usual list of rules for parties; pour your own drinks, don’t sit your cup down, knock before you open any doors and don’t go off without telling him.

‘Sorry for missing the show.’ you said.

‘I’m sorry my bandmate is a fucking narcissistic idiot, I’ll talk to him.’

‘Actually talk Mick, not just beat him while you yell at him.’ you glared.

‘...fine.’ he agreed hesitantly.

Once you arrived your brother helped you up a flight of stairs and through a window. The party was already full swing, smoke clouding the air, the stench of booze, and the amount of people made it hot like a sauna.

‘I hate parties.’

‘I know Mick.’ you smiled.

‘I’ll be in the last room on the left.’ he said before walking off, leaving you to go and find a drink.

As he walked toward his hiding room he saw Nikki and the rest of his band sitting at the table snorting their lives away.

He sat down and the others all got quiet as they looked at him, Nikki moved his chair back a bit in case the old man was still feeling violent. The bassists had just got his nose to stop bleeding and was not in the mood to get it going again.

‘Listen up. I am only going to say this one time, my sister is off fucking limits. No one lays a hand on her, no one flirts with her...if I catch one of you so much as looking at her in a way I don’t like I will castrate you. Are we clear?’

‘Crystal.’ Tommy said, Nikki and Vince nodded in agreement.

Mick stood up and off he went, taking the tense atmosphere with him.

They all let out a sigh of relief as they went back to snorting up their drugs.

‘Dude, that dude is intense.’ Tommy said.

‘Yeah, but he is the best guitarist I’ve ever seen, we ain’t going nowhere without him’ Nikki sighed, moving his chair close to the table again.

‘I can’t believe that someone birthed Mick and then decided to risk it and do the shit again after that.’

‘I can’t believe his sister is actually kinda hot.’ Tommy smiled.

Nikki hit Tommy upside the head, making him whine.

‘Do you want Mick to kill you?’ he scolded.

‘Sorry, but she is. You were gonna fuck her.’ the drummer said.

‘I thought she was a groupie like the other three chicks that had ran up on me. Hell I almost didn’t want to but I figured I had one more good round left.’ Nikki said in his own defense.

‘Dumb ass, she looks nothing like a groupie, I mean she doesn’t look like she is even supposed to be here.’

They look over and see you talking with some girl, the girl was in shorts, a ripped up t-shirt, black hooker heels and some edgy jewelry. You however were in a white crop top and a pink high waist skirt on with white flats.

‘Looks like she just snuck out to go on a date with a boy she met at church.’ Vince joked.

‘Yeah, but don’t you think she has that like cute innocent look? Girl next door kind of thing?’ Tommy said.

‘More like the sister of an angry old man who plays guitar in your band kind of thing. Remember the rules T-bone, no shitting in your own yard.’ Nikki said.

‘Ok but while he isn’t here I’m gonna go talk to her.’ Tommy said as he stood up and left the table.

‘Tommy!’ Nikki hissed but it was too late, the drummer was already in front of the two girls and chatting them up.

‘What the hell is wrong with him?’ Vince asked.

‘He’s an idiot.’ was the bassist’s answer.

They watched as you looked at Tommy, your eyes darting around the room in worry. No doubt looking around to make sure your brother wasn’t around to see this.

Tommy was either ignorant or just stupidly bold because he simply waved his hand, dismissing your worries before he pulled you over to the table and pulled out a chair for.

You looked nervous and borderline uncomfortable as you sat down and let Tommy push the chair closer to the table.

‘Mick said he doesn’t want you guys talking to me, and I doubt even I can talk him down twice in one night.’ you said, voicing your concern.

‘Don’t worry about him, for now we want to know about you. Mick didn’t tell us he had any siblings at all. Other than his name and favorite booze we don’t know a thing about him.’ Tommy started.

At that you chuckled before taking a sip of your beer.

‘We have...seven siblings. Mick doesn’t really like the rest too much and he tries his best to keep me away from the guys he hangs out with so I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you guys about me.’

‘Are you like....adopted tho? Not to be rude or any shit like that but you two look nothing alike.’ Nikki asked.

‘Well Mick looked identical to his dad before he dyed his hair, Mom says I look like my father. Not that I’d ever know for sure.’ you sighed.

‘Oh different fathers. So which one one of you is legit, who is the love baby?’ Vince asked.

‘Well Mick’s dad was who mom stayed married to, so I guess I’m the “love baby” but...some shit happened before I was born and by the time mom brought me home Mick was already treated like an outsider. I latched onto him and held onto me and we’ve never been apart since...he was the father to me that his father couldn’t bare to be.’

They all listened closely, maybe it was their brains fighting against the drugs by focusing on something, or they were genuinely interested in learning about their closed off guitarist.

‘What was Mick like growing up?’ Tommy asked.

You let out a laugh as you remembered how your brother was.

‘He was...energetic believe it or not, especially when it came to music, and I thought he was the coolest person in the world. You know Mick never took a single guitar lesson, he’s almost completely self taught, he would mess with the strings until it made a noise he liked.’

‘Wow...the man is a genius.’ Nikki said in awe.

‘You already thought that Nikki.’ Vince said.

For a while the conversation went on like that, them pretty much interviewing you about your brother, squeezing you for info while you sipped on your drink.

‘So he’s just like super protective then since he raised you.’

‘Yup, I remember this time when I was in like second grade this boy pulled down my skirt in front of everyone in recess and I was...crushed.’ you laughed.

‘What type of jerk does that?’ Tommy scoffed.

Nikki and Vince looked away and sipped their drinks, because they stayed doing shit like that when they were little hell spawns.

‘So Mick snuck into our recess and without a word he wrestled the poor boy’s clothes off, leaving him butt ass naked and crying. Mick got in so much trouble and no boy looked at me funny ever again.’

‘Wow so you must be like a virgin.’ Vince said.

At that you blushed before you scoffed and walked away in an absolute huff, who the hell was he to make (true) assumptions about you. Your non-existent love life was always something you were self conscious about, you were in your twenties and hadn’t had so much as a first kiss.

Mick never let you have a moment where you could be alone with a boy, and your family thought it was hilarious and would egg him on and volunteer to keep an eye on you whenever he wasn’t around.

Of course you knew he had good intentions and you never had it in you to tell him to back off and let you get some damn play.

Right about now you were thinking you would just find Mick and tell him you were ready to go, but before you had even reached the hallway someone had grabbed your hand and stopped you.

‘Hey! Sorry about him, he gets high and starts to talk out of his ass. We were really having a good time talking to you (Y/N)’ Tommy said.

‘I’m sorry for storming off, but I really think I should call it a night before Mick comes out and sees me talking to you guys.’ you said politely.

‘Alright but we still totally want to see you some more y’know, we have another gig at the Whiskey on Friday. It would be cool if you showed and saw us perform then after we could get some drinks, Mick will be there and everything.’ the tall drummer said pleadingly.

You were really going to decline, but Tommy had obviously mastered the art of puppy eyes as well as you had, and you did miss their first show.

‘...fine.’ you mumbled.

Tommy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he jumped around and hugged you like an excited little kid.

‘Awesome! You are gonna freak when you see the show, this band is gonna own the strip in no time!’ he said, not letting go of you.

You didn’t know what to do in this situation, the only guy who ever really touched you for more than a second was Mick.

Tommy finally let go and smiled down at you.

You looked up at him and your heart jumped as you took in all his handsome features, his eyes, his sharp nose, and those lips. When you looked back up you noticed his eyes were on your lips as well.

‘(Y/N)!’

You nearly jumped out of your skin as your brother’s voice hit your ears.

As fast as you could you backed away from Tommy and out the corner of your eye in the midst of your own panic you saw the drummer hurrying back to his table with the others to play as if he had been there the whole time.

You look back and see your brother looking very annoyed as he came out of one of the rooms.

‘Hey! I was just gonna come and find you, I’m ready to go.’ you said as coolly as you could.

‘Good, some chick just tried to pull my damn dick out and I honestly just can not deal with shit...I’m too fucking old.’ he grumbled before pulling toward the window you had crawled through.

You looked over at Tommy one more time before you left, and he was looking at you.

Whatever that was just now could not ever happen again...but you wished it had gone on a little longer

[bandzrus]

The No Fun Tour (Part 16)

The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader

Masterlist

SUMMARY // You’ve been working as a roadie for Motley Crue for a number of years because of your interest in the music business and family connections with Doc.  The boys just got off tour with Ozzy and things are looking promising for them.  After babysitting Tommy for the last leg of the tour, the two of you admitted your feelings for one another.  Your relationship is now out in the open, and you’re still trying to adjust.

NOTE // well this chapter took me waaaaay too long to write.  I’m also not very happy with it, but it’s a filler chapter so I’ll live a guess. Only 4 more until TNFT is over! Crazy right?

WORDS // 2897

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              You couldn’t wrap your head around it.  It had been days and you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you and Tommy had been given the clear.  It didn’t feel real.  Which was funny in and of itself, because when did you and Tommy dating in secret start to feel real?  It was just strange to think that the two of you could go out or talk about whatever you wanted and not have to watch yourselves.  You didn’t have to worry about how much physical contact you were making, or how long Tommy was staring at you anymore.  You could just… hold hands whenever you freaking felt like it.

              Which you did.  A lot.

              So much so that Mick started making gagging noises whenever the two of you walked into the recording booth.  The boys had been going in to record more and more lately, and you kept coming along for the ride.  It was an easy way to spend time with them, since your time together with Motley Crue was going to be coming to an end in a month and a half.  You’d still see them, just not nearly as much as you had in the past. It was going to be weird.  Just as weird as you and Tommy being out and official.

                “I was going to go out for coffee, you boys want anything?” you asked, leaning your hip on the doorframe of the recording room.  Motley Crue was crowded onto the couches around a shrine of empty bottles, cans, ashtrays, fast-food wrappers, and scribbly lyric sheets. Tommy leaned backward over the back of the couch and gave you a big smile.

              “Tall, black?” he said.

              “Of course.”

              “Can you do a booze run too, Y/N?” asked Vince.  He draped his arm over the back of the couch and tried to imitate Tommy’s signature puppy dog eyes.  You always pictured the blond more as a scraggly cat.

              “It’s 2pm Vince.”

              “So?”

              “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere!” Nikki said in an attempt to convince you.  He still had a half-full bottle in his hand.

              “The coffee shop is 5 minutes away, the liquor store is 20,” you sighed.

              “Ah, come on, Y/N, please?” begged Vince.  At this point in your career, you should have been invincible to the band’s pouting.  But you weren’t.  You let out a sigh.

              “Fine.  Just beer?”

              “Daniels.”

              “Anything else?”

              “My groceries?” asked Mick, before he stopped himself.  “Wait, never mind.  Your hands have been on Tommy, I don’t want you contaminating my food.”

              The band laughed.

              “So tall black coffee, beer, and Daniels – got it,” you repeated, smiling at Mick’s tease anyway.

              “Oh!” Nikki shot up.  “If that guy down the street is selling hot dogs—“

              “Fuck yeah, dude, those are killer ‘dogs!”

              “Get the ‘dogs!”

              “The ‘dogs!  The ‘dogs! The ‘dogs!” the boys all started to chant.  Laughing, you pulled your hip off the doorframe.

              “Tall black coffee, beer, Daniels, and ‘dogs; I’ll be back,” you chuckled, giving them a wave and then sliding out of the building.  You shook your head and smiled to yourself.  Every damn day you spent with those boys they made you laugh.  Tucking your hair behind your ear, you headed towards the coffee shop.  The hotdog stand was on the way, and you prayed the guy was actually there today.  You knew what kind of wrath you’d face if you came back empty-handed.

              As you walked, you realized Tommy hadn’t offered to come with.  Usually he’d abandon whatever the boys were working on to tag along with you.  They had been working pretty hard on their new album (which sounded amazing, and they still had a long way to go), so maybe he just wanted to stay and work on it, but now that you’d thought about it, it was going to nag you.  Was something going on?  You’d spent enough time with Motley Crue to pick up signs that they were planning something.  

                Back in the recording studio, Tommy and the boys waited until you had left before they all huddled around the table.

              “So what’s the game plan, T-bone?” asked Nikki, taking a quick swig of his drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  Mick pulled his guitar into his lap.

              “When she comes backs,” said Tommy, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Vinny, can you introduce the song?”

              “Hell yeah.”

              “Sweet.”

              “Are we just going to start playing it then when Y/N comes through the door?” Mick cocked an eyebrow.

              “That was the thought.”

              “You have those?”

              Vince and Nikki laughed and then Vince slapped the drummer on the back.

              “It’s going to be great, Tommy, she’s gonna love it,” promised the singer.

              “I fucking hope so, otherwise I’m going to look like a dumbass!”

              “I think Y/N is into dumbasses.”

              “Shut up, Mick.”

              You’d overestimated how far away the liquor store was.  It was probably more like 15 minutes; 10 from the coffee shop. Any normal person probably would have felt weird carrying a large coffee, three bottles of Jack Daniels, and a case of beer all together, but you were used to it.  The hotdog guy obviously wasn’t bothered by it either. Coffee and case of beer in one hand, bag of Jack Daniels and hotdogs in the other, you somehow managed to get the studio door open with your foot.

              “I’m back,” you called, waiting for it to shut before you headed to the recording room.  You were trying to make sure you didn’t trip over any empty bottles and spill everything you were precariously balancing in your arms, when Vince’s voice got your attention.

              “And next up we have a song called ‘Without You’,” the singer announced. “Written by Mr. Tommy Lee for the lovely Y/F/N.”  He gave you a huge smile, and then a big sweeping gesture.  You stood there in the doorway, cradling hotdogs as all the boys began to play.

 Without you, there's no change

My nights and days are gray

If I reached out and touched the rain

It wouldn't feel the same

 Without you, I'd be lost

I'd slip down from the top

I'd slide down so low

Girl, you'd never, never know

 Without you, without you

A sailor lost at sea

Without you, woman

The world comes down on me

                They all joined in for the chorus, and maybe it was just you, but Tommy was singing the loudest.  You had been pestering him to sing more (ever since Gilligan’s Island), and in that moment it was the sweetest thing you’d ever heard.  Vince might have been singing the rest of the song, but when you saw Tommy, you knew it was really him singing it to you.

 Without you in my life I'd slowly wilt and die But with you by my side You're the reason I'm alive But with you in my life You're the reason I'm alive But without you, without you

 Without you, there's no change My nights and days are gray If I reached out and touched the rain It wouldn't feel the same

 Without you, without you I'm a sailor lost at sea Without you, woman The world comes down on me

                You were crying.  There in the hallway with your arms full of booze, coffee, and hotdogs, you were crying. You weren’t a crier, but this was the song Mick had told you about over the phone that night after the tour. This was the song Tommy had been working on.  This was the one song you hadn’t heard them play yet and now you knew why.

 Without you in my life

I'd slowly wilt and die

But with you by my side

You're the reason I'm alive

But with you in my life

You're the reason I'm alive

But without you, without you

 I could face a mountain

But I could never climb alone

I could start another day

But how many, I don't know

 You're the reason, the sun shines down

And the nights, they don't grow cold

Only you that I'll hold when I'm young

Only you, as we grow old

 Without you in my life

I'd slowly wilt and die

But with you by my side

You're the reason I'm alive

                In most cases you watched the whole band when they performed.  But right now you had eyes only for Tommy. He wasn’t looking as his drums either; just at you.  As the song wound down, you finally remembered you had stuff in your arms and quickly deposited it on what available table space there was.  Your hands were free just as Vince put down the mic.

              “Oh my god!” you cried, hastily scrubbing your cheeks with the backs of your hands.  “Did you write that, Tommy?!”  You knew he had, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

              The drummer had put down his drumsticks and was making his way over to you when you threw your arms around him.

              “Did you seriously write that?  It’s beautiful!”

              “Yeah,” said Tommy, blushing.  His hands felt warm around your waist.

              “Tommy it’s amazing!”  You planted a kiss on him.

              “I wrote it for you.”

              And there it was again.  Every DAMN time!  You didn’t think you could love him any more and then he did something and somehow you did. For fucks sake he wrote a song about you!  Not only was it the most romantic thing anybody had ever done for you EVER, you knew from years of experience with music that once somebody wrote a song about you – you became immortal.

              “Holy shit Tommy, I can’t believe it.”

              “So you liked it then?”

              “Liked it?!  Tommy, I swear to god there is NOTHING that could make me love you more right now.”

              The drummer finally stopped fighting the smile he had been holding back.

              “Wanna bet?”

              “GET A ROOM!” shouted Mick, causing the both of you to start laughing. Still hugging the drummer for all you were worth, you shuffled over to the couch where the rest of the band was congregating.

              “I can’t believe you guys did that for me,” you breathed, wiping your nose and smiling up at Tommy.  “I can’t believe you wrote the song, AND made me walk 15 minutes to the damn liquor store just so you could surprise me with a concert when I got back!”

              The boys all chuckled and ducked their heads.  They looked so cute and suddenly you were struck with a wave of sadness.  You were going to miss them all so much.

              “It was all Tommy’s idea,” Mick confessed.  “We just went along with it ‘cause we knew it’d make you happy.”

              “Since Mick’s not gonna say it,” sighed Vince.  “We’re all really going to miss you, Y/N.”

              It was your turn to laugh, but you could tell the blond caught the tinge of sadness in it.

              “I’m not gone yet, guys.”

              “Not to ruin this touching moment or anything, but you got the ‘dogs right?” Nikki asked, sliding back onto the couch.  Everyone started laughing and you could feel the sadness leave the room again.

              “Right in front of you, Nik,” Tommy gestured, his hand still resting warmly on your waist.

                Motley Crue had finished their studio session about an hour ago.  All the guys went their separate ways, but Tommy suggested the two of you go for a walk instead of just heading home right away. The air was fresh and it was still light out, plus it was quality time with the drummer.  Hell yes you wanted to go for a walk.

              Somehow being on tour had made you forget how much you loved LA.  You’d spent a lot of time walking the streets in the early days of Motley Crue.  There were so many beautiful houses and little stores that showed off just how unique a place it really was.  It didn’t surprise you at all that so many people came here to follow their dreams – there was something for everyone.  You smiled inwardly knowing you were one of them, and you’d succeeded. It was almost a little scary how perfect your life seemed right now.  A tiny part of you was waiting for the hammer to drop, but you kept reminding yourself that it already had when Doc found out about you and Tommy.  

              You and the drummer had been walking probably for an hour when you came upon a park.  It was getting late, the sun was going down, and the park was empty.

              “Wanna sit down for a bit?” Tommy asked, eyeing up a bench.

              “Only if we get to sit on the playground,” you smiled, tugging at his jacket to follow you.

              “Are we five?”

              “Maaaaybe.”

              It had been a long time since you’d been on a playground.  You’d always been a monkey-bar fiend as a kid and you made a mental note for later to see if you still were.  Clambering up, you laughed as Tommy tried to scale the fire-pole in leather pants and cowboy boots.  Finally you had to give him a hand.  Hauling his dumbass up, the two of you sat on the highest platform and leaned against the rail.

              “The sunset looks cool,” you pointed out.  The clouds were all pink, and just where the buildings interrupted the horizon, the sky was liquid fire.

              “You look pretty cool,” mocked Tommy, bumping your knee with his.  The fucker was so damn cute.  You snuggled into his side and pushed your hand into his. How insane was this.

              “I still can’t believe this is all happening,” you said, finally voicing what had been circulating around in your head since your conversation with Doc.

              “The us-allowed-to-date part, or the management part?”

              “Both.”

              “Yeah, it is kinda insane,” agreed Tommy, resting his head again the rail and looking up at the sky.  You wished you had your camera on you – he looked beautiful.

              “It doesn’t really feel real.  I keep waiting for the hammer to drop or for me to wake up or something.”

              “Me too.”

              “I’m glad it is real.”

              “I really don’t know if I could survive if it wasn’t,” Tommy said.  His chin came to rest on top of your head and you wanted to sit there forever with him.  He smelled good; like Tommy.  The two of you watched the sky for a while, enjoying the quiet; something that didn’t happen often in Motley Crue, until Tommy broke the silence.

              “Did you really like the song?” he asked, rubbing his thumb in circles over your hand.  The look you gave him should have said it all.

              “Tommy, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

              “You really mean that?”

              “One-hundred and ten percent.”

              “Mkay.  Just wanted to make sure,” the drummer blushed.

              “If I kiss you, will you stop doubting yourself like an idiot?” you inquired, leaning in until there was barely an inch between your lips.

              “Yes,” promised Tommy.

              So you did.  Gentle and tender; probably the softest you’d ever kissed him.  Reaching your hands up to his hair, you felt the drummer’s rough ones pull you close.  And then you kissed him again – longer this time (and maybe a little harder).  You could feel him smile into it.  Shifting so you could get a better angle, it wasn’t long before the whole thing turned into a damn make-out session.  After a few minutes you had to pull back and laugh.

              “Oh my god,” you snickered.  “I feel like I’m in fucking high school.”

              “It’s the playground.”

              “No, it’s us making out like a bunch of idiots.”

              “Does that mean you wanna stop?”

              “Fuck no.”

              Straddling Tommy’s lap, it was your turn to smile into the kiss.  Making a cute little noise as Tommy’s kisses moved from your lips down your jawbone, you settled into his lap.  The drummer’s lips were still heading south, and you shuddered under the touch of his fingers as they tugged at your collar.

              “Tommy,” you mumbled, brushing your hair out of his way.

              “Mm?”

              “What are you doing?”

              The drummer stopped his kisses for a brief moment to answer, but his hands were starting to lift up the hem of your shirt.

              “Nothing.”

              Your hands were knit deep in his hair, and it was taking a bit more concentration than it should have to keep quiet.  The LA air was starting to cool off and as it hit your skin, you felt yourself break out in goosebumps.  Tommy’s warm knuckles against your stomach as he felt under your shirt were a welcome feeling.  That and the drummer knew what to do with his damn hands.

              “Tommy,” you tried again, feeling your willpower to say no to him decrease by the second.  “We probably shouldn’t be doing this at a park.”

              “Mm, but doesn’t it make you feel like just a little bit of a rebel?” asked the drummer, his hands getting dangerously high and his lips dangerously low.

              “I’ve been a rebel for a long time.”

              “I guess so – you decided to go out with me.”

              “Yes.”

              “Do you wanna –“ he paused for a moment, finally bringing his lips back to yours.  “—go back to my place?”

              To answer his question, you sank a little lower into his lap.

              “I’ll take that as a yes,” Tommy smirked, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the slide.

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sorry guys!  I don’t know what happened to this post - it was fine up until December 8th.  Hopefully it stays put now.  :(