#tom keifer x reader

[whxr3ss]

GYPSY ROAD.

warnings: smut! tom is a sweetheart, slight hair pulling, slight bondage, all the sweet stuff. minors dni, or if your uncomfortable, dni! sleepy sex, tom is a hottie.

summary: reader is a bit horny with tom in the morning sleepily.

pairing: tom keifer x fem!reader.

authors note: i'm getting to your guys requests! writing in my drafts right now! hang tight loves! have fun with this.

you sleepily woke up- your eyes fluttered open while your eyelashes battered. your body trembled, melting as you felt butterflies ponder in your stomach. you felt your wetness arouse in your pretty black panties. you were practically soaked- dripping for something to happen. tom's hands were entangled around your body, hugging at every space and curve he could latch onto, his hands snaking eagerly to your stomach as he wrapped his arms there, hands interlocked with his own. his eyes were closed, as he dad-snored his heart away. drool was probably forming on his bottom lip. you needed him. and badly. as you ached in his touch, you tapped his arm. tom didn't wake up. you then slightly smacked his arm. he snorted- grunting as he looked down at you. glasses crooked, he hummed. "what's wrong baby?" he said in a sleepy tone, his voice weak and soft. tom yawned, his voice quiet. "i need you." you responded in a quick, but hushed tone. tom raised a weak brow, his attention focused on you. "whatcha mean?" he cooed with a goofy grin, as he sleepily eyed you. "i need you. sexually. is that simple?" you replied- needyly touching his bare chest. "oh, ohhh- baby," he mumbled, now moving the positions around. he closely got on top of you, his eyes lingering on you as he tossed the black shades onto the carpet floor. his necklaces hung over you, as he was trying to make out if you were being serious or just playful. "honey," he cooed, "you sure? you really want this? it's the morning," tom keifer explained as he gave you the look that questioned you. "yes, i do," you eagerly replied.

"alright then baby. spread f'me," tom said in a soft, but quiet manner. he watched as your legs slowly spread and it exposed your dripping wet— black panties. "god, your so fuckin' wet. so beautiful," tom huffed out, a sigh escaping his lips as he teased your clit, rubbing there slowly and agonizingly. it only made you want more from the dark-haired male, as his dark eyes that gleamed with lust and sleepiness glared down at you. "mmh, tom, please," you whispered with a tone that practically begged for more. "please- just," you spoke as tom teased you. his fingers rubbing at your pink heat, that edged wetness. he gave you a smirk, his goofy grin turning into something sweet, but cocky. "yeah baby? what is it? cmon, tell me beautiful, i need to hear what you want," tom teased sweetly, as he leant down to your neck. as he did so, you tilted your head back ever so slightly so he could get more access. he sucked at the skin, kissing at the soft spots, while his tongue found its way to your sweet, more sensitive areas on your neck. he licked there, leaving purple and pink hickeys on your skin. as you struggled words, you spoke- "please tom- f-fuck me, i just need you-" you whimpered out with soft moans following ahead. "good, m'pretty girl," tom cooed, whilst leaving a trail of fleshed red and purple hickey's on your neck, lining them in love bites. he smothered you, as his hands found there way along your body.

with his hands, he groped at your sweet curves, gripping at the skin as he softly held you in his grasp, caressing your thighs as well— his hands sweetly moving alongside your inner and outer thigh areas. he hummed, now moving his lips to yours. he kissed your lips, his pink lips that drooled in spit entangled with yours, as he pulled away a line of spit that followed with lust trailed it's way. as you moaned passionately in the kiss, he moved his hands to your breasts, squeezing at them as he caressed them. he lifted up your tank top / shirt that you wore to bed, lifting it. he gave you a sweet smile, now kissing in between your breasts and down your stomach, teasing you. seemingly, his lanky fingers found their way to your panties, his fingers resting on the hem. he lifted them down, slipping them down your ankles as your pussy dripped juices. tom saw this, and chuckled. it really showed how much you needed him. he tossed the wet panties on the ground. "so wet, huh?" tom teased. he played with your clit, rubbing it as he fingered you slightly, his fingers curling as he slipped his fingers inside. you moaned, tossing your body back in a swing. "mmh, tom," you cried out. he looked at you, his eyes traced lust. now so, tom slipped his shorts that he slept with down to his ankles. he was hard. "hurry," you pleaded. tom smacked his lips. "eager? hold on babygirl," tom hushed, as you nodded. he slipped his black boxers down, revealing his hard cock. it dripped tiny precum. positioning himself at your entrance, he gave you a look, before speaking, "are you s-" before he could even finish, you spoke, "yes," you replied in a moan. he nodded and slowly thrusted into you.

as he thrusted, his hips bucked slowly. his hands curved around your waist. "god baby, fuck," he mumbled in a soft groan. his black, wavy locks fell over his face as he closed his eyes. you arched your back, moaning in hushed silence. you couldn't help yourself, as your head tossed back and your fingers immediately laced onto the bedsheets. tom, hazily continued to move his hips back and fourth into you, ramming his cock through your pink, red velvet puffy walls. "such a beautiful thing," he cooed. "takin' my cock so well, yeah?" tom teased, continuing. your head nodded, your face beet red. tom moved his hand to yours, now grabbing ahold of your wrists as he moved them to above your head. holding them there, he continued to fuck you, as his head tossed back. his other hand held your waist and his thumb pressed slightly on your tummy. "t-tom, i'm gonna-" you cried out, your thighs trembling as your stomach pulled with electricity. "cum f'me," he spoke, as you came. cum dripped out your pussy and onto tom's cock. "inside or outside-" tom questioned, "o-out-" you mumbled, your stomach full of shocks. "hang on f'me beautiful- f-fuck," he stuttered, groaning as with a final grunt, he pulled out and came on your stomach. "god baby," he sighed. "does that make up f'it?" he chuckled lightly and you nodded. "sleepy," you groaned. "okay m'love, cmon, let's getcha cleaned back up," tom softly spoke, helping you.

[marvelobsessed134]

Okay hear me out….

A story where the reader gets pregnant from a one night stand with Nikki Sixx and she tells him and he wants nothing to do with the baby and she’s kinda sad but moves on and she meets Tom Keifer and they fall in love and he treats the baby as if it’s his own and then Nikki sees this because Cinderella has gotten pretty big and he gets jealous and shows up to their house and it’s like a love triangle almost

[samiwife]

could you write headcanons or some fluff story about Tom Keifer? I will be very grateful to be honest, because you are my favorite writer 😓

Yeah! I will! Tom Keifer reminds me of Nasty Suicide and Sami Yaffa from Hanoi Rocks but Tom is so cute <3

Blue Eyes ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Tom Keifer x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Tom always had the prettiest eyes. They were so blue and pure. You could stare at them forever. Tom always stared at you so it made it ten times better. Tom was also super sweet and kind to you. One day, you were in the backyard planting flowers in the garden. Tom snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Oh my God Tom! You scared the crap out of me!" You said out loud.

Tom smiles and chuckles. "Sorry, sweetheart. I just thought you looked so gorgeous out here." Tom said. You smiled and turned your head to kiss him. His soft lips touched yours. He smelt of lavender. You loved that smell. Tom pulled away and looked deep in your eye. "Honey, I have an idea," Tom said smiling. "What is it?" You asked him smiling back. "How about we have a picnic here?" He asked blushing brightly. You smiled wider and kissed him quick. "Of course baby, I'll get the blankets and flowers. You can grab the snacks and yourself." You said getting up. Tom smiled and kissed your cheek. You quickly went inside and grabbed the blankets and vases for the flowers.

You walked back out to Tom holding bags of chips and a bowl of strawberries. He stood there smiling at you. You laid down the blanket and then the vases on the blanket. Tom quickly placed the stuff in the blankets and laid down on the blanket. You lay next to him and snacked on a strawberry. Tom smiled and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. "You had a little bit of strawberry on your lip there," Tom said smiling. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away and stared into his eyes. "You know, you always stare at my eyes. Why?" Tom said smirking. You chuckled and caressed his face. "It's because your eyes are beautiful sweetheart. They're absolutely stunning." You said shyly.

Tom's smirk became wide with a blush flowing to his cheeks. Tom hid his face from you. You cupped Tom's face and kissed him once more. "You don't need to hide Tom, you're amazing the way you are." You said caressing his face. "Words can't describe how much I love you," Tom said while holding your hand tightly. You blushed and soon Tom started to rest his head on your chest. You brushed and stroked your hair. Tom smiled and kissed your neck. "I love you," Tom said in his sweet angelic voice as he snuggled his head deeper into your neck. "I love you too." You said kissing the top of his fluffy dark hair.

[izzystradlinswife]

Tom Keifer x Reader

Sfw headcanons

I kept writing sfw headcanons with the nsfw one, and ugh. Cute little bf headcanons

I've kind of made this apparent in my fics, but I think he likes doll, sweetheart, and honey because it feels like they have a certain sense of sentiment behind it.

Big hand holder, you're sitting together? His hand is on top of yours. Walking together? Your hands are inseparable. He's mad at you? Your knuckles are still touching. He just likes knowing you're there.

He wants to go on all these romantic dates with you, but crazy fans end up ruining them every time. So you end up going to these "secret" spots so you can have your intimate romantic moments.

When Tom sleeps, he sleeps hard, I mean, he doesn't even move. You've had times where you lifted your head from his chest to see if he was still breathing.

Your actual sleeping position is mostly the same, big spoon, little spoon, or your head on his chest. When both of you come home intoxicated, then things get a little different.

Steals the fucking blanket every single night, how is it that he doesn't move but can have a whole king size blanket under him.

His smile. That's all. It gets a line to itself because it's medicine atp

Listening to him play new songs, riffs, and solos. Along with that, he makes songs that are just for you to hear, and when you bring it up to the boys, he denies every second of it.

Likes when you play with his hair or massage his scalp and heaven? He gets to lay between your thighs, and you play with his hair. (It's his therapy)

Singing together even though you're not that good at it, but he swears you really are. Like walking around the house in one of his shirts as he's dancing and singing with you on a lazy Sunday morning.

I think Mr. Keifer loves matching with you, like one time you accidentally matched, and now it's a planned thing once a week.

Like I said earlier, I think his main love language would be physical touch while yours is quality time. He wants to be next to you and have you right there, and you want to be by his side so your personality types match pretty perfectly.

He just really loves having you around so when tour dates come around it's like a weight being put on his chest because he knows there's a chance you won't be able to make it on the bus with him.

He will absolutely beg you to come with him though and Eric, Fred, and Jeff are no help as they're also trying to coax you into leaving "you can make us laugh so we're not bored" they would use literally any excuse that came to mind to get you to go with them.

He's a big music guy. Obviously. But I mean, he's always bringing home new records of bands you've never even heard before just so he can show you new music.

Now I might be totally wrong on this one, but "I want you to rock me" by Vixen has him in a chokehold only because it reminds him of you.

Masterlist

[groupiewhoreee]

can u pleasee write how reader does tom keifers makeup before he goes on stage for a show ?? take ur time ♡

omg sure! thank you for requesting this <3 i hope you enjoy this fic! 🫶

�� Gypsy Road ♡

pairing : tom keifer x fem!(gn?)reader

warnings : none <3

summary : in request by an lovely anon :)

NOTE : this was unedited, but yeah. im still going through everyones requests so give me some time :D

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his blue eyes were closed whilst the makeup brush you were using brushed black eyeshadow against his eyelid, adding it slightly below, underneath his bottom eyelashes to give it a smokey flare effect. he was moving, though a bit. you sighed softly, looking down at him. “stop moving,” you said in a gentle tone, a smile curled against your lips. tom nodded his head gently before speaking up, his eyes still closed. “sorry baby. how long will this take?” he questioned. “don't worry, your show isn't until just a bit. you still have time. it won't take long, though.” you explained. he simply nodded his head again and let you do his makeup. he wasn't an expert at makeup, and would always beg for you to do it, so here you were, doing his makeup for him for his upcoming show. once you were done with one side of his face, you leaned back to make sure it looked good (without the eyeliner).

his eyes fluttered shut, and you began to brush the makeup brush against his top eyelid, and underneath his bottom eyelashes on the other side of his face. he placed or rather, rested his hands on your thighs, while he let you use the brush on his face. once the other side was done, you made sure it looked similar to the left side of his face and it did, so you went to grab the eyeliner. you screwed off the cap, and his eyes opened.

“okay, look up,” you asked or, commanded and he obliged for you. he looked up and you ran the eyeliner a few times underneath his bottom eyelashes where his purple(ish) bags fell. you also made little wings almost by his eyes. “okay close your eyes again,“ you told him and he did so. you ran the eyeliner on his top eyelid. “open please,” you asked. he did. “alrighty, looks good on this side.” you explained. you did the same on the other side, and you ran some pinky blush against his flushed cheeks, and a bit on his nose, but you were rushing. he sprayed hairspray on his hair, and stood up, turning to you. “thank you baby. okay, i got to go up there. i love you babe!” tom said, quickly pecking ur lips before going up on stage. you nodded and mouthed 'i love you too' to him. the song “gypsy road” began to play and you watched backstage, a smile plastered on your face.

[motley-nroses]

Drunk and Protected

Pairings: Tom Keifer x gn!reader

Summary: Tom helps you get home safely after you were out dinking all night and getting wasted. 

Theme: fluff

Requested: Nope!

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(fucking love this gif)

As I sat my sixth shot down on the counter, Tom quickly grabbed my shot glass from me. I groaned in protested, “Tom! I wasn’t done.” He chuckled nervously, “I know, dear. But you are now.” He grabbed my arm and started taking me out the bar door.  

"I am perrrfectlllyyy fiiinne." I was slurring my words. "If you perrrfectlllyyy fiiinne...why are you slurring your words?" He questioned. I laughed manically out loud. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. He nervously looks around as he tries to tell everyone around him that I was okay.

When we reached home, Tom took me to the bathroom after he went to grab clothes for me to wear. He turned on the shower as he then turns to me as I pouted.

He raised a brow, "What's wrong, dear?" He frowned.

"Will you shower with me?" I asked, giving him the eyes. The eyes that he can never say no to. I started to undress myself as I then walked up to him.

He smirked, "I would, dear." He gave me a peck on the lips. "But you need to be clean." I frowned.

"Hey, now." He gave me a look. "After you shower, maybe..." I lit up.

"Maybe we can have a little bit of fun." He smiled. I laughed as he went up to peck my lips again.

A/N~ sorry if this is shitty and short 😭 i figured out my log in to this account and i am a little rusty

[6sixx6sexual6]

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[rocketttqueennn]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

hi!! here are the bands I'm writing/will write for! :) i mainly write for rock/metal bands!

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[gnrswife]

Izzy stradlin X fem!reader

words:284

warnings:..step siblings , smut

"Izzy-.it's almost time for dinner." You protested, your voice in a small broken whimper as the lips of your step-brother wrapped around your nipple as the other was being squeezed by a massive hand. "We are having people over.

Pulling back with a small pop, he looked up at you through heavy hazle eyes, greasy black locks framing his face. Ever since the two of you had been messing around behind your family, izzy had become obsessed with your tits. Whether that be playing them while he fucked you, getting a quick squeeze in before everyone came down from breakfast, or his favorite which was sucking them roughly into his mouth for hours.

"I don't give a shit, let me suck your fucking tits for however long I want." He told you, before leaning his head back down to have his lips around your nipple again. He sucked at them hungrily, switching back and forth between each breast.

You knew that ur father , his mother or your step-brothers would be coming to knock on your door any minute, wondering where you were. But the feeling of your panties dampening the more he groaned against your tits, had you not caring about the guests that were soon to arrive.

"Can you touch my.. my pussy.?" You whispered, looking down at him with pleading eyes, needing something more as you practically dry humping him.

His pink lips swollen, izzy laughed taking the palm of his hand to squeezing your hardened nipple. "We've are having people over. It'll have to wait." He smirked, smacking the other one, only to leave you sitting there, panties soaked and a frown.

All because of your step-brother.

an: should inpost a Tom keifer smut? and look i finally postedd after idk how long hope its good <3

[ohsweetiep1e]

HOUSE RULES

requests are currently open 🎀

16+ nsfw blog !!

Rules

I write for pretty far out things but don’t be weird

I ONLY WRITE READER AS A TOP

Only x Reader

Any gender

Mostly smut unless i have a really good fluff prompt

other then that my blog is pretty free game just the obvious don’ts

WHO I WRITE FOR

Almost every Rory Culkin character

James Hetfield

Kirk Hammet

Lars Ulrich

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Tom Keifer

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[marvelobsessed134]

I have a fluff request

One with Tom keifer and he’s coming behind you and trying to teach you pool

Up behind her with a pool stick

A/n: Made me think of Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood lol. Minus the cheating part.

Pairings: Tom Keifer x Fem!reader

Warnings: flustered feelings, Tom being sexy as hell, a friendship that is on the edge of being platonic if you know what I mean

Summary: Your best friend helps you play pool

You were at a party with your best friend and the rest of the boys. You’ve been friends with Tom Keifer since childhood and so you’re friends with his band as well. You’ve always had feelings for him and you know he feels the same. He likes to feel you up and flirt with you all the time. And scare any guy that comes in contact with you.

You decided to play some pool. Sure, you don’t know how but it should be pretty self explanatory right? Just hit the white ball and make the colored balls go in the cup holder things. So you bended over and lined up the stick, and just as you’re about to hit the ball, a hand grabs your waist to stop you. You turned to see Tom looking down at you with those beautiful dark eyes.

“Let me help you sweetheart.” He said, his voice low, giving you butterflies and making your face red.

“Ok.” You responded and you let him come up behind you. You bent over again, your ass right against his crotch as his hands went over yours.

“So, you hit it like this.” The guitarist explained before making you pull back the pool stick far and then strike the ball.

A couple of the colored balls went into the holes and you smiled in your victory. You stood up and spun around, wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. And next thing you know, his lips are on yours and you’re kissing him back with so much passion.

When you pulled away he said, “Good job, doll.”

[broidobe]

𝔠𝔬𝔷𝔶 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

requested! so i wrote this during the christmas season and i was going to post it but i never ended up finishing it lol. so here you are!

☾you and tom decorate your christmas tree together, sharing laughter, heartfelt moments, and holiday memories in the warm glow of your home☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚80s-90s rock masterlist

it was one of those perfect, cozy evenings in december—the kind where the air was cold enough to nip at your nose, but the inside of your little house was warm and filled with the soft glow of fairy lights. tom had insisted on making this year's christmas tree a masterpiece. “we’re doing this right,” he had said, flashing that familiar grin that always made your heart skip a beat.

boxes of decorations were spread across the floor, a chaotic mix of tinsel, ornaments, and strings of lights. tom was sitting cross-legged, untangling the lights with a concentration so intense it would’ve been funny if he weren’t so serious about it. his long hair kept falling into his face, and he kept blowing it away with exaggerated huffs that made you giggle.

“what?” he asked, looking up with mock indignation.

“nothing,” you replied, trying to suppress your smile. “you just look so... focused. like this is the most important task in the world.”

“well, it is,” he said, holding up a now-untangled string of lights like it was a trophy. “this tree deserves the best, and i’m not about to let some tangled wires ruin christmas.”

soon, the tree began to come to life. you handed tom ornaments one by one, and he placed them with a care that was almost comical. he kept pausing to step back and assess the balance of colors and shapes, tilting his head like a painter examining a canvas.

“are you sure that one shouldn’t go a little higher?” he asked, pointing to a glittery red bauble you had just hung.

“tom,” you laughed, “it’s fine. it’s perfect. stop overthinking it.”

he grinned sheepishly. “sorry, i just want it to be special for you.”

you felt your cheeks warm, not just from the heat of the room but from the way he said it, so sincere and heartfelt. “it already is,” you said softly, giving his hand a squeeze.

when it was time to put the star on top, tom immediately declared it his job. “stand back,” he said, grabbing the step stool. “i’ve got this.”

“you’re going to break your neck,” you teased, but he just waved you off.

balancing precariously, he placed the star at the very top, then climbed down triumphantly. “voilà,” he said, gesturing dramatically.

“perfect,” you agreed, standing next to him to admire the finished tree. the lights twinkled softly, casting a warm glow over the room. it really was beautiful, but more than that, it felt like home.

tom wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “we make a good team,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“we do,” you replied, leaning into him.

after cleaning up the scattered boxes and leftover tinsel, you both settled on the couch with mugs of hot chocolate. tom insisted on adding a splash of peppermint schnapps to his, declaring it “the ultimate holiday drink.”

the two of you sat there, watching the tree and sharing stories about christmases past. tom told you about the christmas when he got his first guitar, his eyes lighting up as he described how he spent the entire day strumming away, trying to teach himself chords.

you shared a story about a childhood christmas when your family’s tree had toppled over in the middle of the night, waking everyone up. “it was a disaster,” you said, laughing. “but it’s one of my favorite memories now.”

“funny how that works,” tom mused, his voice soft. “sometimes the messy, imperfect stuff ends up being the best part.”

as the night wore on, you found yourself drowsy, your head resting on tom’s shoulder. he shifted slightly, careful not to disturb you, and draped a blanket over both of you.

“merry almost-christmas,” he whispered, his voice low and tender.

“merry almost-christmas,” you murmured back, your words fading into a contented sigh.

outside, the snow began to fall softly, blanketing the world in white. inside, the two of you sat together in the warm glow of the christmas tree, wrapped in the kind of quiet, unshakable happiness that only comes from being with someone you love.

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Meet The Band

Pairing: Tom Keifer x Reader

A/N: rip to the person who requested this and had to wait like three months for me to write it :(

“Tom, I don’t know about this,” you said nervously, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand tightly as he led you towards the entrance of the building towering intimidatingly in front of you.

“Babe,” Tom said, squeezing your hand back gently. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

He stopped walking to turn and face you fully and offer you a reassuring smile. You glanced up at the recording studio behind him where you would be meeting his bandmates for the first time today. It was a pretty big step in your relationship and for you, someone who was so shy when it came to things like this, it was nerve-wracking to say the least.

“But what if they don’t like me?” you asked, looking down at yourself, silently judging your appearance and thinking about what Tom’s friends would think of you.

Would they think you were good enough for Tom?

“(Y/N), they will love you,” Tom said, beginning to pull you along after him again. “I know they will.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked as you finally reached the doors of the studio building.

“Because I love you,” he replied, giving you a peck on the cheek as he held the door open for you.

Relenting, you let him guide you up the stairs and down the halls and finally to the room where he and his bandmates had been recording their new album for the past three weeks. You could hear the sound of voices and people laughing inside as you approached and grew more and more anxious with each step. Eventually, you were stood right outside the door.

Sensing how fearful you were to enter, Tom decided to give you one last reassuring talk before you went in to meet the boys.

“Hey, everything is going to be alright babe, okay?”

You nodded but bit your lip nervously as you did so.

“Look, the guys can be a lot I’ll admit, but they really are all super nice. Fred might drive you crazy with his sorry attempts at humor sometimes, but I guarantee you that by the end of the day, the guys will be begging me to bring you around more.”

“If you’re so sure,” you said coyly, following him in as he opened the door.

The voices you heard earlier quieted down as the door creaked opened noisily and three boys turned from where they were seated on a couch to look over at you and Tom. Feeling even more shy with their eyes on you, you moved ever-so-slightly to stand behind Tom, shielded from their gaze.

“Tom!” the blonde one shouted out in greeting. “We’ve been waiting for you for ages man! Is this (Y/N)?”

His eyes peered over to you curiously.

Tom nudged you forward a bit and you waved, giving them all a timid looking smile.

“Yep,” Tom replied with a smile.

The other two boys smiled at you too upon hearing this, waving at you cheerfully.

“Hey, I’m Jeff,” one of them said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you mumbled quietly, feeling a blush rise to your face.

“I’m Eric,” the blonde from earlier said.

“And I’m Fred!” chirped the last one. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Tom talks about you all the time.”

“Really?” you asked, tugging at the hem of your shirt nervously and looking to your boyfriend whose cheeks were now a bit red as well.

“Oh yeah,” Fred replied. “It’s always ‘(Y/N) this’ ‘(Y/N) that’. It’s cool to be able to put a face to the name.”

“Well, I could say the same thing,” you said. “I mean about the putting the face to name part. Not so much the Tom talking about you all the time,” you clarified. “Well, I mean- he does talk about you.”

You flushed at you finished your sentence with a stammer, shaking your head. You reminded yourself to just breathe and stop second-guessing yourself.

“Why don’t you guys come join us?” Jeff asked, motioning to the couch he was sitting on. “We got beer. We can all just hang and the three of us can get to know (Y/N) better.”

“That sounds good to me,” Tom answered. He looked to you. “Is that alright?”

You nodded.

“We should play (Y/N) some of our new tracks too while we’re all here in the studio too! I’d love to get another outside opinion on them,” Eric added, looking over to you as if asking if you would be interested.

“I’d love to hear some,” you said being completely honest. “Tom has shared some stuff, but I’d love to hear what it sounds like with all four of you playing it.”

Tom and his friends all exchanged smiles as you agreed to listen to some of their new tracks.

“Let me pull something up real quick,” Jeff said, getting up and going over to one of the confusing looking machines on the other side of the room.

He messed with some of the buttons and squinted at the screen for a few minutes until music began to play through the speakers in the room.

“It still needs to finish being mixed,” he said, “but we finished recording this one two days ago.”

You listened to the music flooding into the room intently. The song was upbeat and fun and definitely rock and roll. Tom’s vocals were amazing and uniquely brilliant as always and the chorus was catchy and would definitely be stuck in your head for days to come. Fred and Eric killed it on the bass and drums and had nailed the rhythm, creating a beat that people would be able to dance to but also bang their heads along with. The icing on the cake was Jeff’s killer guitar solo towards the end of the song, right before the last chorus.

You clapped when the song ended and told them all these things as well as how much you loved the new song. You were sure it was going to be hit. No wonder they had gotten this record deal. They were going to be huge no doubt.

Tom grinned and gave you a huge hug when you finished talking to them.

Fred was bouncing up and down excitedly on his toes, happy to hear what you had just said.

“You really think so?” he said. “You think it will be a hit?”

“Of course!” you said. “You guys are so talented!”

You sat with the four of them on the couch and the five of you started up a conversation about the current music scene and what your predictions for it were. All the nerves and anxieties you had earlier were eased away as you slipped into comfortable conversation about a topic you were passionate about. It was a love you and Tom shared and now you could share it with Eric and Jeff and Fred as well.

Before you all knew it, hours had passed, and it was getting rather late.

“We should actually get going soon,” Tom said, standing up to stretch his legs. “We need to be getting home soon.”

Jeff sighed but stood as well.

“Me too,” he said. “I need to go get some sleep.”

“This was fun,” you said. “We should get together again soon.”

“Yeah,” Fred agreed. “We’ve got to go out to that bar you were telling us about sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Eric wrapped an arm around your shoulder good-naturedly from next to you.

“I like this one, Tom,” he said, smirking over at his friend. “So do us a favor and don’t mess this up.”

You laughed as Tom rolled his eyes and flipped his friend the bird.

“I don’t plan on it,” Tom he told Eric, leaning in to give you a soft peck on the cheek. “I don’t plan on it.”

[izzystradlinswife]

Beach day

Tom Keifer x Reader

Just a little blurb about soft Tom spending time on a beach with you.

You got there a little after one to avoid unnecessary visits with fans. He made it very apparent he just wanted to spend some time with you, not in a sexual way but just to be near you, hold you, love you.

This side of him piqued when he hadn't spent the time he wished he could with you. It wasn't often that he just had free time to spend with his lovely girl. You had set down the blanket and walked to the water almost immediately, Tom following closely behind you. He knew you loved the beach, reminding you of almost forgotten childhood memories, bringing a tinge of sadness with it not for long, though.

Once you waded about waist deep in the water, you splashed some water up at him, giggles erupted from the both of you as you both drenched each other in water. The warm sun beating down on your face and shoulders, definitely leaving behind a sunburn. You smiled at him with pure passion as you felt the summer breeze drying the ocean water onto your taught skin.

He took a step closer to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Before pulling back, he whispered a quiet "I love you" against your lips. His smile lazy as his eyes rested against your figure admiring you, his hands still rested comfortably against your hips, keeping your body close.

After a few more minutes of loving looks you walked back to your beach towel to which you both sat on, the sun hot enough to dry your bodies slowly not needing a towel to be wrapped around you. You rested your head against his chest, relaxing in his presence. You played with his callused hands, moving the digits, switching to fidget with the rings on his fingers. In a steady rhythm, your head moved up and down with his breathing pattern. His breath becomes shallow and deeper, his sleeping body lulling you to sleep.

When you wake up your body warm, the smell of the sea evident from the both of you, when you look up at him his eyes are puffy with drowsiness, his hair wavy and crazy looking from the ocean, it doesn't help its tousled from the nap. His lips a cherry red from a recent sunburn, but he lets you kiss him softly, your lips moving against each others, slow and loving. It didn't need to be rushed; you were both savoring each other's company.

You both packed up your things as you threw on one of his shirts you found in the back of his car, the way home was quiet music barely playing, his hand resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion.

By far, this was your favorite way to spend time with him.

Masterlist

[groupiewhoreee]

heyy i was wondering if you can do a tom keifer angst to smut?? its totally okay if you can't <33

yeah! i can totally write that, 'course! thnx for ur req.

all apologies (tom keifer x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, obviously. angst stuff!!

plot: it was requested! <3

"You can't say that to someone! Especially your own girlfriend? You just don't do that, Tom!" You tried to explain, your tone harsh and hints of seriousness coated ur throat. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't think it'd hurt you like that! It was just a joke. You know half the things I say aren't— y'know what I mean sometimes." He said to you, a soft smile appearing across his lips. "Don't call me babe. So all the, 'I love you' shit was fake? Really? All the things you told me was just jokes?" You questioned, raising ur brow whilst you held ur hips. "No, babe— not what I meant." He said.

"Well th-" He cut you off, "Y/n, your one of the most prettiest girls ever, your beautiful and your beauty amazes me. Your smart, talented, and a great girlfriend. If I could spent all my life with you I would. Your awesome." He said, walking towards you and grabbing ur hands.

"You are lovely, and I'm sorry I said that to you. I didn't mean it," He explained to you. "Tom," You whispered. His hot breath tickled your neck, while he started whispering things into ur ear. He pushed you down onto the bed, while he started to kiss you. His cold lips touched urs, while his hands trailed up and down ur clothed body. He slipped his hand under ur shirt. He touched all over you. "Oh," you breathlessly moaned. He took his hands from ur body, and gripped on the hem of ur shirt, lifting it up while he tossed the shirt on the ground. He gripped ur panties and took those off too. He also tossed ur bra to the floor. He groped ur breasts, taking one nipple in is mouth, sucking it. You moaned out loud in pleasure.

He took his mouth off you, now moving to ur clit. He shoved two fingers in you, curling them, the way you like it. You sweetly moaned. Tom had a sly smirk across his face, hearing you moan was music to his ears. He now took his fingers out, and he took his shirt, and his pants off eagerly. His boxers dropped the second. He moved you around, and you two finally settled on a good position. He shoved himself into you instantly, pounding repeatedly at you.

"Fuck," he muttered, quiet, low moans escaped Tom's mouth. You also moaned, but louder. Tom moved his hand to your mouth, covering it, while he used his other hand to hold your waist, but then he moved it to your ass, squeezing your asscheek.

After a while, the both of you came. You both got cleaned up, and Tom held you. "I love you, baby." He said, his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you too, Tom." You smiled.

[motley-nroses]

“My Little Gypsy Rose”

Pairings: Tom Keifer x daughter!reader

Summary: Gypsy is traveling's all the way from Mexico to Florida to see her father and uncle perform for the very first time.

Theme/warnings: angst, tom being anxious, bandmates as uncle, the title is inspired by their song, “Gypsy Road”. It’s not really inspired but y’all get the title of this, right?

Gypsy is 3

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“I’m sure. She’ll be here, Tom.” Fred patting the singer on his shoulder. Tom, with his head on the palm of his hand and his finger’s curled, impatiently bouncing his leg up and down. He gets up and looks out of the band’s dressing room.

“Yea man. Gypsy will be here, she told and promised us two days ago.” Eric reassured him. The boys has a show to do today in Florida. Gypsy promised the boys that she will show tonight. Gypsy is pretty special to the band, Tom importantly.

Gypsy is Tom’s daughter. Unfortunately, her mother is not around as she lives with her aunt in her hometown, Mexico. According to her aunt, the two landed this morning and is gonna be taking cab down to the concert.

Tom thought that he could just get a limbo for the two, but her aunt didn’t want that. 7 minutes left until the band has to go on, Tom keeps looking behind him as Gypsy is nowhere to be seen. 

“Man, where is she?” He muttered. Just as the opening act got done with their set, it was Cinderella’s turn to hit the stage. “If she doesn’t show up then we’re canceling the concert tonight.” Tom told the three boys.

“No don’t do that, man.” Jeff told the singer. “Yea, man.” Eric agreed, “Would Gypsy like that?” He quizzed the singer. Tom thought about it for a minute, “No. But-” Fred cut him off, “Exactly, she will murder you if you do cancel the concert that she is coming tonight just to she her father play.” 

The other’s nodded their heads and agreeing. Tom looked down and back up. A few minutes past and no Gypsy is insight. The roadies helped get the stage ready for Cinderella and all the boys stood with Tom as he felt a little heartbroken that he thinks his daughter will miss the show and him.

Once the their stage was done being set, Fred got his drumsticks ready, the bass tech handed Eric his bass, and the guitar tech’s handed Tom and Jeff’s guitars. Tom’s heart started beating as he still couldn’t see his daughter. Tom closed his eyes as he dreamed of her (not sexually btw 😒).

He suddenly heard a familiar toddler’s voice, “Daddy!?” Tom opened his eyes and there she was. He smiled and took his guitar off. Handing his guitar to the guitar tech, he squatted as his daughter ran towards him. “Gypsy!” Picking her up, Tom held her up and put her on his left hip.

Gypsy laid her head on his shoulder. “What took you so long, Gypsy Rose?” Tom questioned the three year old. “Auntie fell asleep.” She answered. Tom bobbed his head, agreeing with her, “Makes sense.” He smiled. “You almost had me worried.” He informed her.

 “Really?” She asked. the boys all the boys, except Tom, agreed. “Your daddy almost wanted to cancel the concert.” Fred stepped in. Gypsy eye’s widened and making a sad look on her face towards her father, “You didn’t, did you?”

 Tom was stunned for a bit, “No of course not, Gypsy Rose.” He scoffed a bit, then smiling. “Good.” She sassed. “Boys, it’s time.” the manager told the boys. Tom put the girl down and grabbed his guitar. He held her hand and took her near the curtain, “You’re gonna watch daddy perform, right?” He questioned.

“Of course, daddy.” She smiled. He smiled in returned. He quickly pecked her cheek and hugging her as he then went to the stage. Her aunt then came backstage and hung out with her as she enjoyed the awesome music of her father and uncle’s. During some of songs, Tom would look over to see his daughter dancing and singing some of the lyrics. Of course, he would smile and keep singing.

After the concert ended, Tom, who is sweating, gave his guitar to the guitar tech and grabbed a towel from his roadie’s hand. Taking the towel, he started drying himself off, “How were we, Gypsy Rose?” She held her finger up to her lips, “hmm, you guys were alright.”

All the boys gave her a look, “just alright?” Eric questioned with a confused on his face. The girl kept a straight face and shrugged. Tom looked at her with a sad face. She then started laughing, “I’m kidding, Daddy. You all were amazing!” Jeff start laughing with her and then everyone started laughing as well.

“You gotta stop scaring me.” Tom pointed his finger at her. “Okay.” She looked down. “Sorry, daddy.” She apologized. He bend down to her height, “Apology accepted.” He told her as he pulled her into a hug. “My Little Gypsy Rose.” He whispered to her.