#tommy lee fan fiction

[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx || part 2 ||

part 1 here

nikki sixx x fem!reader

you run into an old friend…

angst

trigger warnings : swearing, arguing, yelling, screaming, very light physical violence from reader.

part 3?

Over the next few days, you don’t see Nikki. Which is good.

Right?

“What’re you thinking about?” Kylie asks from next to you as you both stand behind the bar. You had filled her in on what was going on after you came back from talking to him the other day, and now she was onto you more than a mother to her rebellious teenager.

“I think you know what I’m thinking about,” you say as you wipe down the counter in front of you, glancing around the quiet building occasionally. She tilts her head as she watches you, her eyes narrowed slightly as she thinks.

“You wanna talk to him again?” she asks softly, even though she knows the answer.

“No,” you reply quickly. Maybe a little too quickly because straight away, you start to rethink your answer. “I don’t know,” you mutter.

She turns her whole body to face you properly, one of her hands on the counter as she leans on it and the other on her hip. “It’s okay if you do.”

You nod. “I know,” you say quietly. “I just don’t know if I can handle being around him again.” You sigh and throw the rag you were using, into the sink next to you before rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.

“There’s no harm in trying,” Kylie says which makes you look at her. “If it doesn’t go well, things will go back to how they were a week ago, and if it all ends up okay, well you can get to know him again.”

You know she’s right, and you know you should probably talk to him again, but you don’t feel like giving the satisfaction to either of them. You brush past her to go serve a perfectly-timed customer.

“We’ll see.”

Later that night, it’s starting to get busier and you’re serving drinks behind the bar with Kylie and another worker, Andy. You finish making a drink for a customer and take the cash he slides across the counter as a group of guys walk up to the bar, laughing and talking with each other. You open the register and put the cash inside before you turn and look to find three of them. One blond, the other two with dark hair.

“What can I get you boys?” you ask, moving to stand in front of them while yelling a little due to the crowded space. The taller dark haired man is still laughing at something while the other dark haired man, who seems a bit older, is shaking his head.

“Two jack and cokes,” the blond one says, turning his attention to you. “And a vodka lemonade.”

You nod, grab three glasses and turn around to grab the liquor from the shelf behind you. Once you turn back around, Kylie comes over to grab two glasses for her current customers.

“Just had the worst customer,” she says while looking down at what she’s doing. You laugh a little.

“Difficult or creepy?” you ask, glancing at her.

“Both,” she answers, shaking her head and also turning to the shelf behind you. You laugh again before the blond man speaks up once more.

“Can I get another jack and coke to go with those?” he asks.

“Yeah, no problem,” you reply, not looking up, instead reaching for another glass. You keep talking with Kylie as she makes her drinks next to you until she eventually walks off about 2 minutes later and you’re left on your own. You sit two of the finished drinks up on the bar in front of the blond man as he, and the other two guys, yell out to someone who you can’t see. After a second, another person walks up to their group as you keep focused on the drinks.

Once the last two drinks are finished, you sit them on the bar before Kylie yells out to you.

“We got any more of that expensive whiskey?” she asks, looking at you.

“Ran out yesterday and don’t get any more until next week,” you reply. She nods and turns her attention back to her customer so you do the same and look back to the guys in front of you. You go to speak but instead you finally lay eyes on the person who just turned up.

Fuck.

Nikki sees you and nods awkwardly.

You give him a tight lipped smile and glance back to the blond. “You boys wanting to start a tab?” you ask, still feeling Nikki’s eyes burning into you, like they did the other day.

“That’d be great sweetheart,” he replies with a small smirk.

A few hours later, after the kitchen closes and the restaurant section of the bar turns into a seating area for bar customers, you grab a black tray and tuck it under your arm. You walk out from behind the bar and look around to see if anyone’s drinks are low until you hear a high pitched whistle from behind, so you turn around and see the blond man from earlier, waving you over. You take a deep breath before faking a smile and walking over to them.

“Everything okay over here?” you ask politely.

“Just wanting another round of drinks,” he replies.

“Sure thing, same as before?” you check to which he nods. “I’ll be right back.”

You smile and walk back to the bar to start making their four drinks when someone walks up to the bar. You look up to see Nikki.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” he starts.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

He sighs and you feel a slight pang of guilt shoot through your chest.

Too harsh?

“I’m not trying to piss you off, I just want to sort this out so we can move on,” he explains. You keep making their drinks as you listen and think about how to handle the situation while he watches you silently. After you place the liquor you were pouring, back on the shelf, you look at him.

“I have a day off tomorrow,” you tell him and you watch his face light up ever so slightly before you grab a pen and your notepad from your apron. He continues to watch you while you lean on the bar counter in front of him.

You write down an address and apartment number on Larrabbee street, which branches off Sunset Strip boulevard, near The Whiskey, and rip it off the notepad before holding it out to him.

He looks at it for a second before finding your gaze. “I’ll come around,” he says with a small, hopeful smile.

He walks back to his booth and you soon follow, holding your black tray, with four drinks balanced on top. You give one to each of them and the blond man glances at your small name tag which is pinned to your chest.

“Pretty name doll,” he says with the same smirk that seems to be permanently on his face.

“Thank you,” you say, maintaining a polite composure.

“Dude, stop flirting with the waitress,” the younger, dark haired man comments which makes you laugh a little. “She’s trying to do her job.”

The blond guy looks at him and rolls his eyes. “Fuck off man, like you don’t flirt with every second girl you see.”

“If you boys don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go serve some other customers,” you say softly, interrupting them. All four of them look at you and you meet Nikki’s eyes, which have a different level of light to them after you gave him your address. He cocks his head sideways, telling you to go and you feel a small smile creep onto your face as you walk away.

The next day, you wake up at around 11am and the first thing on your mind is the fact that Nikki will be knocking on your door in the next few hours.

As you make a cup of coffee in your small kitchen area of your little apartment, you glance up at the front door a couple of times, letting thoughts fill your mind, before shaking your head and looking back down at the dark brown liquid filling your cup.

Over the next few hours, your mind runs wild thinking about every possible outcome of you and Nikki talking.

Will it be an argument? Will it just end up like it did last time?

Knock knock.

“Shit,” you mutter as you nearly jump out of your own skin when the sound of knocking snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly stand up and walk to the door, placing your hand on the knob gently, but not quite turning it yet.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second.

It’s gonna be fine.

The fresh air hits your face as you open the door slowly to find Nikki standing in front of you. He looks nervous, but also happy to be there.

“Hey,” you finally say quietly.

“Hey,” he replies, matching your volume. You look at him for a second before stepping to the side, one hand still on the knob, the other on the edge of the door.

“Come in,” you say which makes him suck in a deep breath. He then slowly walks in and glances around while you shut the door.

“Nice place,” he says as you walk up beside him. “Better than my shitty apartment anyway.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you say, a slight smile on your face as you joke. He never was the type to keep his room nice, let alone a whole apartment.

He looks down at you next to him with a smile, liking the fact that you’re teasing him a little, but you walk forward into the kitchen area before he can speak again. You open the refrigerator and take a bottle of water from inside, since the tap water in your apartment tastes so bad that you’d rather drink from the toilet.

“We have to fix this,” Nikki says from behind you, on the other side of the kitchen counter. You close the refrigerator door and sigh.

“I know.”

He watches as you turn to face him, however your eyes are focused on the counter in front of you. His eyes drift down to your hands, which are resting on top of it, for a moment before he redirects his attention back to your face.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he says softly, “You know that.”

“But you did,” you reply quietly, already feeling your voice threatening to shake. You glance up to see his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his arms folded across his chest, so you look back down to the bottle of water still sitting in front of you.

“I know that how I handled the situation back then was wrong. I shouldn’t have left like I did,” he tells you. “But when I saw the opportunity… I just couldn’t ignore it.”

You listen to his words as he explains, and you feel your body filling with emotions, despite the wishes you made earlier that this wouldn’t happen.

“Five years Nikki. Five whole years that I never heard from you,” you state, finally meeting his eyes properly, which are now full of regret.

“I know,” he mutters. “After the first month or so of being here, the novelty wore off, and I regretted doing what I did. I couldn’t think of how to explain myself because I knew that it would have affected you in some way.”

“Affected me?” you question, your voice finally starting to crack. “Nikki, it broke me.”

He runs his hands through his black hair when he hears your words. “I didn’t think about that when I left.”

“Clearly,” you say somewhat sarcastically, because you would rather be angry than emotional, which makes him frown.

“Hey, you think it didn’t affect me either?” he asks, his voice starting to become defensive. “I also lost my best friend that day,” he states, pointing to himself.

You stare at him, your anger starting to bubble along with his. “And who put us in that situation?”

“I’m owning up to it alright? I’m taking responsibility.”

“You should have done that five years ago,” you tell him.

“I was 17!” he argues.

“So was I!” you yell, throwing your hand into the air. He doesn’t say anything after that, instead he just watches you. You look down and take a few breaths before speaking.

“I think we’re done here,” you say and he frowns again.

“What? No, we’re not done,” he retaliates.

“Yes,” you say, “We are.”

He doesn’t move as you walk around the counter towards him. “You need to go,” you state which causes his frustration to sky rocket.

“Hold on, I’m not the one who refused to fix this mess when we finally had the chance,” he says which makes you stop.

“So you’re saying this is my fault?”

“No, I’m saying that you need to stop holding grudges against people for things that happened in the past,” he states, his tone laced with annoyance. You cross your arms.

Is he serious?

“Excuse me?” you question, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Nothing is ever going to get fixed if you’re closed off,” he says which makes your anger boil to the surface.

“You can’t talk to me about being closed off, this is not my fault,” you state angrily, knowing he’s a very closed off person himself. “And you need to stop being such a child.”

“I’m the one who wanted to be the mature adult and sort this out,” he defends, his nostrils flaring as he clenches his jaw. “You were the one that apparently couldn’t live without me looking after you all the time.”

“I was fine on my own Nikki,” you state.

“Bullshit, you couldn’t live on your own even if you wanted to,” he says. As soon as those words leave his mouth, your final straw breaks and you see red, and he knows he shouldn’t have said it.

“Get out.”

His anger turns to regret and he puts his hands up in front of him defensively.

“Wait no, I’m sorry-“

“Get out of my fucking apartment,” you spit. He shakes his head and screws his face up slightly.

“No I didn’t mean to-“

Before he can finish, he’s stumbling backwards after you push him in the chest.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, looking at you as your chest heaves. You wait for him to walk out but he stays put, so you run at him again, but this time, he’s prepared and he grabs both your wrists.

“Get out!” you scream, your voice being overtaken by emotion. He keeps a hold of you as you start punching his chest, still yelling at him to leave and at this point, there are tears streaming down your face.

“Hey,” he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear. You ignore him and keep trying to fight. He sighs. “Hey,” he repeats. You try to ignore him but your body soon starts to give up, the adrenaline leaving your body just as quick as it came. You keep trying to throw punches at his chest but at this point, they’re just small movements that aren’t even close to making contact.

Your head drops and you finally start to sob. Nikki tilts his head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of your face while he speaks. He says your name softly but when you don’t look up, he lets go of your wrists and his hands trail up your arms to your shoulders. He squeezes them gently and you finally look up at him, your eyes red and your hair disheveled.

“This is more than you being angry at me,” he says quietly. You blink slowly as you process what he’s said. “Talk to me.”

He holds eye contact for a few seconds and when he realises you aren’t going to answer him, he sighs and pulls you to his chest. He expects you to either push him away or even just feel tense in his arms, but you don’t.

You’re just too tired to fight him anymore.

You stay like this for a while until he breaks the silence and speaks. “I’ll come back another time and we’ll talk,” he says. You take a deep breath.

“Okay.”

taglist for those who asked for a part two: @sourwolf-32 @miaanaisssss @samcaniglia

[southerntigress]

I got this idea but I suck at writing

So maybe you could write it

So modern day Nikki sixx and Tommy Lee are doing a meet and greet

They meet this one girl who's wearing a shirt that says I like double trouble

Nikki and Tommy give each other smirks it gives them an idea to relive is their wild terror twin days of double teaming so they do the meet and greet they whisper in her ear baby you like double trouble we'll give. Good time so after the concert security takes her backstage to Nikki and Tommy

They double penetrate her

If your comfortable writing it

If so make it the dirtiest nastiest you can make it lol 😏

Double trouble

Since I had 2 requests for a terror twin threesome I thought I would just write one for both of A/N  requests. Hope u don't mind and hope u like

Double trouble twice the fun

You were currently standing in line waiting  to meet your favorite boys the terror twins Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee this had been a dream of yours for so long you couldn't believe it was finally happening and of course you had tickets to see them rock the stage tonight. you thought it would be fun to wear a shirt that said " I like double trouble" you couldn't wait to see Nikki and Tommy's reaction when they see it. The line was insanely long and seemed to be taking forever for them to get to you. Finally it was your turn you walk up to them and Greet Nikki first he looks you up and down and smiles

"Hi" you say a little nervous

Nikki smirks and nudges Tommy "check her shirt out" he says as Tommy turns his attention to you

Tommy looks at Nikki with a smirk who in turn returns the smirk then they look at you They both pull you in close and whisper where only you can hear them "you like Double trouble huh? Baby we can definitely give you that can't we?" Nikki says looking at Tommy

"Hell yeah we can, we'll have security get tou after the show and show you a good time" Tommy said

After you got pictures with them you made your way to your seat and waited for the show to start. When they came on stage the energy was like nothing you had ever seen before they were amazing and blew you way that they could still rock out like that at their age. Just goes to show age is truly just a number.

After the show a security guard comes to get you and takes you backstage to Nikki's dressing room where both him and Tommy was sat waiting on you.

"You made it, thought you chicken out on us" Nikki joked

" I do like double trouble and since you two made a promise I had to come through" you smiled

Nikki walked up to you and grabbed your hand leading you to the couch where Tommy was he reached his hand out and slowly slid it down your body as Nikki comes up behind you and presses against you.

"You ready for a walk on the wild side baby?" Nikki asks

"Terror twin style at that" Tommy adds and you nod

That's all the confirmation they needed as they started to undress you and themselves.

You watched as Tommy slipped his pants and underwear off his dick sprung out and your eyes widen at his length he was kinda big and now you were scared he would definitely hurt you.

Nikki noticed the panic on your face and your sudden mood change. "It's ok Tommy has the effect on people naked or not" Nikki laughed as Tommy flipped him off 

"if you don't think you handle him I can fuck you as you suck him off or something" Nikki said as He turned you around facing him and he was already naked you looked him up and down and smirked

"Thanks but I was hoping for double penetration, so maybe you fuck my pussy and Tommy can take my ass" you said and they agreed

They switched positions so that Tommy was now behind you and Nikki was infront of you. Nikki started kissing you and Tommy ran his hands down your ass and rubbed your cheeks as he kissed your neck. Nikki was now sucking on your tits and had ran his hand down your body and was playing with your clit as her fingered you, it felt so good you threw your hand back against Tommy's chest and let put a moan.

Nikki and Tommy looked at each other and smirked. Nikki suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and pushed you on the couch he got infront of you as Tommy got in position behind you, you reached down and grabbed Nikki's dick and started to rub his length up and down as you reached behind you and did the same for Tommy they were both a moaning mess.

They pulled your hands away Nikki lined himself with your pussy and entered you, you bite your lip and moaned he slowly inched himself in til he was balls deep in you, he looked at you with a smirk then back at Tommy and nodded you then felt as Tommy put his tip at your ass and slowly eased his way in he eventually got all his length in and they both stilled giving you time to adjust to them

You eventually started to move your hips back and forth and this was their que Nikki started thrusting hard and fast knocking you into Tommy as he started to thrust and eventually yall sat a pace and became a sweaty, hot, moaning mess bodies thrusting into each other, sweat dripping down your bodies and theirs.

the room was filled with moans and the sounds of skin to skin slapping together.

After a good while Nikki and you both reached your highs and Tommy reached his a few seconds later they pulled out of you and you collapsed on the couch trying to catch your breath and fucked out of your mind, you wondered how you was gonna walk out of there.

Double trouble twice the fun and when it comes to the terror twins 2 is definitely better than one.

[hollywoodroses]

week three: threesome

a/n: this is my first time writing a smut scene with more than two people. I hope I did okay 🥺

mdni

It was hours after the first band rehearsal was finished. Mick and Tommy were long gone.

Now all that was left was you, Vince and Nikki. Ready for the piece of the action.

You are sitting in between the two men of your dreams. A dream you only just realized when you got into an argument with Nikki during the rehearsal. Now it was his turn to apologize to you.

Vince kissed your shoulder lightly as you smiled at Nikki. “Are you ready for the party?” You asked him smugly.

Nikki just responded by making the first move of pecking you on the lips. “Stop teasing and just fuck me.” You explained.

Nikki reached for the strap of your jumpsuit and pulled it down until your breasts are exposed. Your nipples going hard from the coldness of the room.

Vince turned your head towards him for a heated make-out session as Nikki sucked on your breast. You moaned, you wanted them both at the same time but you forgot how to use your words. Your tongue fought Vince for dominance and when you are satisfied with him you break the kiss just as he was trying to swap spit with you.

“Fuck you are so hot.” He whispered.

“Only for you.”

You turned back to Nikki and unbuttoned his jeans, giving Vince a silent go ahead to undress too.

Once you got Nikki undressed along with Vince you kissed down Nikki’s chest to his v-line. You lightly lick Nikki’s member as he rolls his eyes closed. While you are distracted by Nikki’s god-like body, you feel Vince take you from behind. You are in shock as you try not to bite Nikki while pleasuring him. You go back to taking him into your mouth and suck on his member as you start to become wet.

You are so turned on that you don’t notice when Nikki and Vince shoot their load inside you.

The three of you are not ready for the party to end and continue the fun and games in the shower.

—

Meanwhile, Mick and Tommy are at the Rainbow Bar & Grill having drinks.

“Hey, Mick do you ever wonder what the boys are doing with Y/N”. Tommy asked

“Y/N is probably preparing them for the groupie scene that will come our way.”

Tommy laughed and shook his head as he took a drink of his 7UP.

end

[thesmokingguns]

Master List Motley Crue

NIkki Sixx

Currently Writing: Picking Peach One , TWO

Prompts

Nineteen

41 and 29

148 and 153

81 and 117

how I still love you

One Shots

Easter with Peach

A Dream Come True

Freak

Hot and Cold

Tous Les Jours

Off to the Races

Let them Eat Cake

So Caught Up IN You

Accidents Happen

Vintage Valentine

Easy Love

Make It Hurt

NO

Deserve

One Shot

Tea Snob

Lonely For You

One Bed

Lesson Learned

Taking it Slow

Hopelessly Devoted to You

I know its you

Making Out 

Trick or Treat

Couple COstume 

Peach and the Jealous Streak

Red Shirt Supremacy w/ Peach

Time

Bedtime Prayers

Safe?

Wedding Pearls

Little Red Truck

Peach and the Megaphone

Winner, Winner Hot Dog Dinner w/ Peach

Riding High

Bad Things

Living Dead Girl

Mine Part One

Mine Part Two

Now and Forever

Patience is a Virtue

24 Hours

It’s a Myth

Vince Neil

Music to Watch Boys to

Light at the end of the tunnel

Here Kitty, Kitty

Cheering For Baby

Tommy Lee

Kept Woman

Finding Out

Cheaters Punishment

Revenge

Multi Members

Candy w/ Terror Twins

Band Headcanon

Banking

Sex Positions

Chores

Wedding Gifts

Wedding Season

Going to the Carnival

Mothers Day

Cover Songs

WAP

[look-at-the-soul]

Lee the emotional rollercoaster of this chapter… you did it brilliantly!!!! Tommy was so tender and gentle to Y/N going through his own pain and it was a sweet moment between them after Polly left them to talk. He was determined to get his daughter back, getting rid of Campbell in the process (the only way to finish that monster), the arrival of Charlie was such a great moment as well 🥰 giving Tommy the fuel he needed to get Nora back.

Producing a small, rumpled mess of fur, Nora’s eyes lit up at the sight of her teddy bear. “Teddy?” she asked in a small voice. -the poor thing, the horrors she probably saw there… thankfully he found her on time! The ending was just perfect 😍

Keep Us Safe (Part 3)

Tommy Shelby x wife reader 

Summary: Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it.

Author's Note: This is the final part to this short series.

Warnings: language, pregnancy, mention of injury, threat with a weapon, murder, mention of blood, brief mention of child abuse (not graphic)

Part 1, Part 2

Tommy looked on in disbelief. Of course, he knew it was a possibility you could be pregnant, but no one had dared speak of it. He ran a hand through his hair before searching his pocket for a cigarette with shaking hands. Polly held a light for him as he inhaled deeply, taking a moment to consider what she had said. “What do we do, Pol? What if-“

“If the baby isn’t yours?” she blurted. Tommy’s jaw clenched tightly as soon as the words left her mouth. Stubbing out her cigarette quickly, she held her hand up for him to listen. “That child is a Shelby, I know it,” she stated with conviction.

“Polly, I don’t want to hear about fucking tea leaves,” he said, pointing his cigarette at her. Then he fell back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“It’s not just that,” she bit back. Then more softly she added, “She’s far enough along to be showing. Not much. She needs to eat more, but it’s there.” 

Tommy thought about how distant you’d been, sleeping pressed to the wall and how you never changed in front of him anymore. He never questioned you, giving you space to heal. However, it would explain why he hadn’t noticed a bump. However, that also meant you knew the child was his and that presented another problem. Why hadn’t you told him? He surely thought you would have been happy. All you’d ever talked about was a house filled with children and laughter.  

“Why….why didn’t she tell me?” he mumbled, more to himself than his aunt, as he attempted to make sense of it. This was a bit of good news you both needed badly. He stood from his chair, ready to go to you, but Polly reached out suddenly to grab his arm. 

“Tommy, please, I don’t want you to do anything, just listen to me for a moment. Try to understand her feelings,” Polly urged. “She’s not ready to face it yet. It’s too soon. All she thinks of is Nora.” As soon as she said the child’s name, Polly inhaled a sharp breath, knowing it had been a mistake. 

Tommy looked ready to break, shadows cast from the firelight played upon his angular features highlighting his gaunt appearance. His shoulders shook as he confronted his aunt, “You think I don’t miss my daughter, eh?”

Polly stood and took a step toward Tommy, attempting to console him. “Tommy, no one thinks-“

Eyes flashing with a sudden wild rage, Tommy shouted, “Everyone thinks it! You just don’t say it! That I’ve failed my family! I’ve done everything. Fucking everything to find her, Pol!” 

He turned his back to her, wiping the spittle from his mouth with the back of his sleeve, chest heaving as he tried to control himself. The terrible spiral was threatening to consume him. He didn’t recognize the man he was becoming, a person who flew into a fit of anger at the slightest provocation. He hung his head as Polly’s footsteps clicked across the wooden floorboards, moving past him toward the stairs.

“What are you doing up, love?” she asked in a soft voice. Tommy’s head snapped up, recognizing the patient tone she reserved only for you.

You stood at the top of the stairs, clutching the railing as you answered in a disconcerted voice, “I heard shouting.” On a shaky breath you managed to ask, “Polly, may I speak with my husband alone, please?”

Polly looked between you and Tommy, frightened to leave you in such a fragile state, but knowing the business at hand was between husband and wife. She nodded, gathering her coat  and leaving quietly. As the door closed behind her, you made your way down the stairs, watching Tommy warily as you descended, his outburst replaying in your mind.

“What are you doing, Tom? Yelling at Polly like that when she’s been here for us every day?” you asked, brows knitted in confusion. Looking down at your bare feet, you added more quietly, “You frightened me.”

Tommy swallowed harshly, feeling guilt stab at him for causing you distress, potentially harming the baby as well. The baby…He realized he couldn’t do as Polly asked. He had to tell you that he knew because you needed him and he needed you. 

Approaching slowly, he pulled you close as he whispered, “I’m sorry.” He rocked you in his arms until he felt the tension in your body dissipate. Then he tilted your chin up to look at him as he placed his opposite hand across your stomach lightly.  There was indeed a slight swell beneath his palm and it made his breath catch. Rubbing his thumb against you, he allowed himself to think of his unborn child. In as gentle a voice as he could manage he asked, “Is this why you’ve been ill?” Your eyes held a note of panic as you nodded and you glanced away with tears suddenly welling along your lash line.

“The child isn’t…I was already…” you stammered, trying to tell Tommy the truth about the paternity. 

“I know, love. It’s alright. Everything’s going to be alright. I’m happy,” Tommy assured you, taking your face into his hands and placing a kiss to your forehead. His words only made the tears fall faster, which frightened Tommy greatly. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Tell me,” he urged.

“I know I should be, but I can’t find joy in this,” you admitted, pain flooding your chest as you opened the wound once more. “I’m not ready to go on with our lives while our baby is still out there. The thought that we’ll never find her…I can’t bear it, Tommy,” you said, body beginning to shake. You felt a wave of dizziness come over you as you clutched onto Tommy’s shirt front, then you felt your legs give way. Tommy rushed to catch you, carrying you to the sofa in a few long strides.

He didn’t speak, feeling his words would be powerless to stop the pain you were feeling. All he could offer you in the moment was his presence, the promise that he wouldn’t leave you. He kneeled down beside you, hushing you as your cries died down to soft hiccups, brushing the hair from your face before fetching a glass of water.

He cradled your head, raising you up to take a few sips. Then he joined you on the sofa, placing your head in his lap as he stroked your hair, breathing a sigh of relief as he watched your eyelids grow heavy. “Y/n?” he whispered softly. You squeezed his hand to show you’d heard him and he continued, “We will find Nora. Even if I have to search the rest of my life. I won’t give up.”

—————————————————————

The still evening air was obscured by a dense fog, the figure of a man limping down the sidewalk barely visible. Tommy knew it to be Campbell from the information his men had provided during their surveillance. The inspector now walked with a wolf’s head cane after sustaining a crippling injury to his knee, one you had inflicted with the use of a kitchen knife. John had taken a small measure of pride in that when he heard. Before Tommy went to war your worried husband had insisted you learn how to use a gun properly, but it was John who instructed you on using a blade. It seemed his tutelage had paid off most.

Tommy gave a nod to Arthur, indicating he was ready to make a move, and crossed the street to get closer to the inspector. It was almost too easy to surprise the older man who was slowed considerably by his disability. Tommy attacked swiftly from behind, pinning Campbell against a building in seconds, hand clamped to the back of his neck so tightly he could feel the thrum of his pulse beneath his fingertips. He wanted to squeeze the life from him, but stopped himself knowing he was the only person who could help find his daughter. That didn’t mean Tommy would make this easy, however. Jabbing his pistol into Campbell’s back, Tommy hissed, “Was it worth it you fucking piece of shit?”

“Who are you?” Campbell demanded defiantly.

“The devil,” Tommy answered in a low growl. He turned Campbell to face him, keeping his gun trained on the man he held as prisoner. The light illuminated only half of Tommy’s face, but his sharp blue eyes glowed with opalescent reflection like a creature of the night.

“Mr. Shelby, I thought you might do something like this one day,” Campbell said. “Are you actually stupid enough to accost me in public?” he taunted you.

“I’ll ask the questions,” Tommy replied through clenched teeth. “Starting with my child. Where is she?” he asked, impatiently. He didn’t receive an answer before the sound of heavy footsteps interjected. Tommy’s head jerked to the right and he hoped it was Arthur he might see rushing toward him, though a sinking feeling told him otherwise. As he suspected, a burly policeman rushed him, clubbing Tommy in the side and knocking the gun from his hand. 

Campbell stumbled, clutching at his throat as he instructed, “Arrest this man for attempted murder!” The policeman’s eyes were wide with fear, too young and inexperienced in the field to act as he should under pressure. The precious seconds he wasted infuriating Campbell and allowing Arthur time to intervene. 

By this time, Tommy was upon Campbell again, wrestling him to the ground to keep him in place, landing one blow after another as the older man struggled to lay purchase to Tommy’s neck. Meanwhile Arthur fought with the policeman, a man nearly twice his size who had the advantage of youth and speed. However, Arthur was a mad dog off a leash, thrashing and biting to regain control. He vaguely heard Tommy threatening Campbell over Nora and knew the longer he could hold off interference, the more they would learn. However, Campbell was winded by the fight and wheezing heavily, unable to speak. Tommy hauled him to his feet to hear him more clearly just as Arthur lost his grip on the policeman. It took a matter of seconds for the officer to unholster his weapon and take aim, Arthur shouting out a warming to Tommy as he leapt to force the policeman’s arm upward. 

A shot rang out beside Tommy, deafening him, and Campbell’s body slumped forward into his arms, the crushing weight bearing down upon him. Tommy released an animalistic roar of pain and anguish upon realizing Campbell had taken the secret of Nora’s whereabouts to his grave. Dumping the body at his feet, he joined Arthur in his assault on the policeman, kicking at his back and stomach. Finally Arthur pulled Tommy away and in an uncharacteristic show of good judgement, advised, “Wait, brother. Don’t kill him. He can be useful to us.”

Tommy backed away with his head in his hands, shaking from side to side to try and reduce the ringing in his ears. He felt as though he would vomit and leaned against the building for support, watching the young man clutch at his sides, a rib or two surely broken. The look of fear in his eye told Tommy the man could be intimidated. This would be helpful in gaining access to police files, Tommy thought.

Taking his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the splattered blood from his face, Tommy regained an eerily calm disposition as he looked down on the man huddled before him, an alternative plan falling into place. “You’re responsible for the death of Inspector Campbell. We can make this go away. You might even be promoted to sergeant, but you’ll be working for us from now on. Tell us everything we want to know. Is that understood?”

The young man hissed in pain as he tried to sit up. He looked back and forth between Tommy and Arthur nervously before asking, “What do you want to know?”

—————————

Your pregnancy progressed without incident, the days passing despite your reluctance. Information came in and a small army of blinders would be dispatched, but there wasn’t a trace of your child. It was as though Nora had simply vanished. By November, you abandoned all hope of bringing her home in time for the holidays. Heavily pregnant and too depressed to bother, you didn’t make any of the usual preparations, even forgoing church and the family gathering at Polly’s.

With the lingering sadness of Christmas still hanging in the air, you gave birth to a baby boy on Boxing Day. Tommy refused to leave your side as Polly helped deliver Charles Thomas Shelby, a plump little cherub with bright blue eyes. 

As you sat in bed nursing him for the first time, your hand trembled as you caressed the shock of raven hair that reminded you so much of Nora. You looked up to see Tommy watching you, a look of awe in his eyes. “Do they really start out so small?” he asked with wonder.

You had to crack a smile at his innocence. “Yes, in fact, Nora was much smaller,” you reminisced. Tommy studied you carefully to see if the familiar melancholy would return, but you seemed to hold a brief contentment. He couldn’t be sure, however, as exhaustion quickly consumed you, the birth having drained every bit of energy from your body. Polly urged him to let you rest, giving the baby over to him to rock to sleep.

As he cradled the tiny, gurgling infant in his arms, he said, “Nora should be here, Pol. It’s been nearly a year now. Where is she?” he asked forlornly.

Polly took a seat opposite him and asked, “What news do you have from that new police sergeant on your payroll?”

Tommy’s mouth flattened into a thin line as he shook his head grimly. “There’s been nothing.”

“Don’t lose hope,” Polly advised. “I never thought it would be possible to find Michael and here he is with us,” she added with a warm smile.

“No, I won’t give up,” Tommy said softly, wrapping the blanket around Charlie more tightly to protect him from the cold. Looking down on his son’s angelic face, Tommy dreamed of the day he might have both his children together, one in each arm.

——————————————————

When Tommy returned to work, he attempted to catch up on everything he had missed. As soon as he took a seat behind his desk the phone rang. With a roll of his eyes, he picked up, barely grunting a reply as he sifted through the stacks of paperwork that had accumulated. However, he froze when Sergeant Moss explained the purpose of his call. 

As Polly walked past Tommy’s open doorway, she immediately noticed Tommy’s grim countenance, an obvious reaction to whatever he was being told. Her heart began to pound as she realized it could only be news about Nora. She quickly entered the office, closing the door behind her to keep out curious bystanders. As Tommy talked, she bit her nails anxiously.

“St. Hilda’s you say?” Tommy asked. “I see. Thank you,” he managed, words short and clipped before slamming down the receiver. He stood from his desk, removing his gun from its holster and checking the chamber.

“Tommy, what’s happened?” Polly asked, feeling a deep sense of unease as she watched his frantic movements. 

Tommy stopped and looked as though noticing her for the first time. “I know where Nora is. That fucking bastard moved her back and forth to keep her hidden, but she's been in Sparkhill for over a month now.” Polly yelped with excitement that Nora was so close, but she quickly swallowed it when she realized Tommy looked unwell. 

He continued, “Moss says they’ve recently learned the children who end up there are being sold to wealthy families. We have to get to her before…”His voice trailed off as he ran a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he screamed, kicking the desk. 

Polly leaned across the desk, planting her palms firmly on the surface so she was close enough to him to be heard as she calmly said, “Tommy, you can’t lose your head at a time like this. We will get to her, but it has to be planned out properly.”

—————————

“Good morning, Mrs. Black. We’re so pleased to have you with us. We understood your husband would be joining us as well…” the nun queried, searching the corridor behind you with raised brows. 

“He’ll be along shortly, he was admiring the lovely grounds,” Polly said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Very good, come this way please,” the sister said, showing Polly to her office. As the door closed, Polly’s demeanor changed. With the nun’s back to her, she reached for her blade, opening it silently with a flick of her wrist. She had it placed at the other woman’s throat instantly, her opposite hand clapped over the woman’s mouth as she warned, “Not a word.”

The nun barely moved beneath Polly, a look of hatred crossing her face. “When I remove my hand, you’ll not scream. We have a few things to discuss,” Polly said authoritatively. She pushed the nun into a chair harshly as she stood over her.

“May I ask what this is about?” the sister asked haughtily. “It is unthinkable that you would conduct yourself this way in a house of God without feeling the need for repentance,” she added spitefully.

“I am not afraid of your prayers or your crosses,” Polly hissed. Her blood boiled as she recalled the things Tommy had relayed to her about the orphanage, bile rising in the back of her throat with the details Moss had provided. “I think it is you who should consider her actions. You’ve taken children from loving families and sold them to the highest bidder. And that’s nothing of the others you can’t sell. The ones you’ve beaten and abused because you’ve deemed them unworthy.”

Despite being faced with the truth of her heinous actions, the nun continued her assault on Polly’s character as she glanced down at the blade being held before her. “Now I know why you looked familiar. You’re one of those Peaky Blinder devils. Your sins are legendary,” she said disgustedly.

Polly scoffed, “My sins…” She rolled her eyes as she realized this woman would never admit wrongdoing. However, she could ensure she never hurt another child again. “We’re not discussing me though are we? I’ve only come as a courtesy to let you know the Peaky Blinders will be watching and, rest assured, we are much closer at hand than God. Do you understand?”

The nun slowly nodded, a begrudging signal of her understanding. Feeling satisfied, Polly turned on her heel to leave. Then with a wicked smile she spun around to surprise her victim, knife in hand as she came nose to nose with the woman once more for a reminder she wouldn’t soon forget. “If I come for you, and I still might yet decide to come for you, I will wear high heels so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones and have time to repent. You listen for my footsteps,” she warned ominously. The nun gulped, inhaling a shaky breath as the church bell rang out. 

——————————————-

Outside Tommy listened for the bell, a signal that indicated the children would soon be taken back inside for morning lessons. With time ticking away, he spotted Nora, picking daisies in the  far corner of the lawn. Making his way toward her stealthily, Tommy finally came upon his daughter who was dressed like the other children, but totally unique in her striking features. She had fair skin dappled with freckles across her upturned nose and thick, dark curls falling past her shoulders now with a year’s growth. When she caught sight of Tommy, his heart stopped seeing the piercing stare of her crystalline blue eyes. He couldn’t help the broad smile that came over his face as she returned his gaze and he removed his black leather glove, reaching his hand out for her to take.

To his shock and horror, she recoiled, face crumpling into a fearful expression that soon had her lip quivering with impending cries. “Nora, darling, please don’t cry. It’s me. It’s daddy,” he said softly, crouching down to her level. He removed his cap to show her his face and for a moment she tilted her head to study him cautiously as she would a stranger, twisting her jumper in her hands nervously as she began to sniffle. Had she really forgotten her family, he wondered? The uncertainty of how to proceed was eating a hole in his stomach and he faltered momentarily. Then Tommy reached inside his coat for the one thing he had left to prove his identity. 

Producing a small, rumpled mess of fur, Nora’s eyes lit up at the sight of her teddy bear. “Teddy?” she asked in a small voice. 

“Yes, sweetheart. Mummy and I kept him safe for you,” Tommy explained, extending it to her carefully. She reached for it tentatively, then pulled it close to her chest and sucked her thumb as she used to. Tommy’s heart swelled as he was transported back to a simpler time. 

As Nora stood cuddling her bear, she seemed to get lost in reverie herself. The familiar scent of aloe and rosewater filled her nostrils and a fuzzy image came to mind of her mother. She remembered her mum rocking her and the man in front of her caressing her hair. She looked up suddenly and asked, “Daddy?”

Tommy’s eyes filled with tears as he nodded. “Yes, yes!” She allowed him to pick her up and he embraced her, father and daughter joined together after all they had been through apart. He allowed himself that short reprieve before remembering why he was there. Looking around suspiciously, he noted it wouldn’t be long before someone came looking for her. 

“Nora, it’s time to come home now. Would you like that?” he asked. She nodded against him and he quickly made his way to the car as Polly exited the building. “It’s taken care of,” she assured him with a wink as they all piled into the car bound for Birmingham.

———————————————

Four years later…

Tommy reached for your hand as cheers erupted from the crowd that surrounded you. He had just been elected the new Labour MP for Birmingham South and Nora and Charlie beamed at their father with pride. Tommy gathered them together for a picture as you came to stand by his side, laughing as your newest addition, Ruby, grabbed for her father’s cheeks with her chubby hands. Tommy lifted her from your arms, raising her above his head and cooing at her softly. As you tickled her foot, she broke out in an infectious giggle.

One year after that she was walking, practically running circles around you, as you helped Tommy cut the ceremonial ribbon at the new Shelby Institute for Children, a safe haven for all the orphans who would once have found themselves at St. Hilda’s. As soon as the ribbon fell, your little ones rushed inside, giddy at the promise of cake after their father made his speech. Surveying the happy scene before you, you sighed in contentment as Tommy wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “You’ve done well, love. I’m so proud of you.”

You slipped an arm around his waist comfortably as a wave of emotion washed over you. Some days it seemed as though your ordeal had just ended, an unpleasant memory bubbling to the surface unexpectedly. Other days, when you were consumed with your charity work, it was as though it never happened at all. One thing was certain, however, you hadn’t let the darkness overtake you. You felt safe once more and you and Tommy had given that sense of security to countless others.

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

Tag List:

@peakyswritings

@evita-shelby

@shelbydelrey

@alanadetigy

@wandawiccan60   

@severewobblerlightdragon

@lovemissyhoneybee

@theshelbyslimited

@kittycatcait219

@callsign-fangirl

@christinasyellowflowers

@notyour-valentine

@theshelbyclan

@areyenotfondofmelobster

@polishcrazyone

@elenavampire21

@little-diable

@cillmequick

@raincoffeeandfandoms

@moral-terpitude

@dreamlandcreations

@look-at-the-soul

@kpopgirlbtssvt

@celticmelody

@floraroselaughter

@dandelionprints

@midnightswithdearkatytspb

@midnightmagpiemama

@l1-l4

@rangerelik

@kmhappybunny240

[epicrainbowsheep]

It's all in the hip position

Not really following the Stranger Things timeline, been a very long time since I’ve written fanfic, especially smut, the inspiration for this comes from years of reading fan fiction with the guys always having massive cocks, we need a variety people and I'm here to deliver! This is modelled after my partner, so I know what I'm writing about from experience but that is hard to put into words.

Warning this is smut

Enjoy average-sized dick Billy

Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

The bell rang for lunch as the cafeteria of Hawkins High filled with teenagers, different conversations were happening all at once, about what they got up to over the weekend and whose party were you at; but one in particular managed to prick the ears of Billy Hargrove the most, coming from the table of girls behind him.

“Oh come on the guy had a massive dick right?!” Leah responded slamming her hands on the table in front of you, “Well yeah but he didn’t even know how to use it! Like seriously the sex was so awkward and really bumpy” rolling your eyes as you ate your lunch. “Really? Guys with massive dicks are normally meant to be amazing at sex, like bigger stretch and hits the G-spot easier” Bianca said adding to Leah’s comment, “I don’t know maybe but I can say Mathew has every right to say he’s got a big dick but I’m doubting bigger is always better” you sighed.

A hearty male laugh came from behind you, the tone already indicating who it was. “Having fun laughing at me Billy” you said turning around with a very not amused face. “Sorry couldn’t hold it in (Y/N), I could have saved you the bad lay last Saturday, thought you guys were just sucking face at Tommy’s party” Billy wiped tears from the corners of his eyes “But definitely did make my day better”.

His words made you more confused, your other friends pretending to talk as you turned your full attention to him “What do you mean you could have ‘saved me’?” wanting to know what he’d say you leaned in closer, as he did the same he said in a low voice “Last girl I slept with said that I was the best sex she’s ever had, that was Mathew’s ex, said he was a lousy lay” he winked and sat back up, making you feel the red in your face.

“Seriously? She always used to boast about how good he was!” You were baffled, he chuckled “Of course doll, they were dating then” he moved over to sit next to you stealing some of your food as his leg touched yours, “Wait Betty said that! You’ve gotta be lying” Leah enquired to Billy, who helped himself you your food again. 

“Swear on my reputation sweetheart” he leaned in making sure to look her directly in the eyes “And I can say if you keep after that Munson fella* you won’t be disappointed”, she looked shocked “How did you-“ Bianca’s laugh cuts her off, as you continued “Anyone can tell from a mile away Lee trust me” smiling at her she turned red, looking away from everyone at the table, the bell began to ring as you all got up and went your own ways. 

“From what I hear you’re pretty average in size, what makes you better anyways?” you teased as your friends walked in the opposite direction, your words made him smirk as you both walked towards the door he stops, leaning in to whisper in your ear “It isn’t the size darling, it’s all in the hip positions, more than happy to show you” He blew cool air down your neck, making you shiver and breathless, not knowing what to respond with, Billy just laughed again and walked away.

‘Bloody hell he’s smooth’ you thought, as you finally managed to walk away.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

School flies by and it’s the weekend in no time, you’ve been having trouble all week trying to get Billy and his words out of your head. “He can’t be as good as he’s saying right?” you say to no one as you get ready for a party at Tina’s. The blasting of a horn from outside snaps you back into reality, managing to fix up the last of your make-up, making sure to lock the house on the way. Steve’s waved from the car and opened the door from the inside, you slid in and closed the door. “So ready to graduate,” Steve said as he began to drive, “Couldn’t agree more dude! Hawkins is a shit hole” you responded “Robin meeting us there?” “Yeah said she had her own ride or something”.

Rest of the ride was filled with the radio and talk with Steve until you arrived, “You need a lift back or fending for yourself, cause I’m bailing if I see Nancy making out with Johnathan” he said as you both entered the house “Fair dude and I should be right, there is always someone to catch a ride with, make sure to forget about her dude she’s 100% moved on” you gave him a sad smile “Want a drink?” you said while walking towards the kitchen, “Nah I’ll try and find Robin first, catch up with you after though” “Okay sounds good!” giving the thumbs up you walked away.

The next few hours became a blur of shots and beer bong, definitely feeling the buzz now, hearing the cheers from outside, around the keg stand people were cheering and shouting as Billy managed to beat his own time, his eyes managed to catch yours, smirking he stalked towards you and leaned on the wall next to you. 

“Managed to catch all that doll?” leaning in even closer to your face, “Definitely impressive buuutt” you leaned into his ear, the alcohol giving you a confidence boost, “I think you have something else your wayyyy better at that you need to ‘show’ me still” adding the air quotes with your smirk, Billy even cockier now than before, grabbed your waist and pulled you to his chest and smashed his lips to yours. His lips felt slightly chapped and warm, with his intense cologne flying up your nostrils.

“How ‘bout we get out of here doll” he growled and pulled you by the hand, leading you out of the house. “Let’s head to my place, my parents aren’t home” you said as you both shut the doors of his Camaro.

“Just show me the way babe” he said as he sped off down the road.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

 You both stumbled into your room, hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. His hands grab your waist and throw you onto the bed, the suddenness leaves you stunned for a second before he’s crawling towards you with the look of lust in his eyes. “Baby I’ve had my eye on you for a while” one of his arms supports his weight near your head, while his other hand trails up your thigh, going underneath your shirt to grab your clothed breast. He kisses you as you moan at his actions.

He kisses down your neck, grabs the bottom of your shirt and you help him pull it over your head, before resuming the kissing, it turns intense as he slots his clothed crotch against you. Teeth and tongue get smashed into each other as you both sloppily make out, your hands let go of his white shirt and scratch down his back as he moved against you, both in a sea of bliss as each last item of clothing is removed.

You both pull away looking at each other, your body glowed under the moonlight coming from the window, Billy couldn’t stop staring at how the curves of your body complemented each other as he slid his hands from your thighs, squeezing the thickness along the way to your stomach, his mouth kissed all the way up, starting from just under your belly button, all the way up between the valley of your breasts.

His right hand makes its way between your folds, your wetness making sounds as he slides his fingers against you, slightly touching your clit “Fuck babe your nice and wet” you moan out for him as his fingers slide into you, slowly pumping in and out. Your hands grab his jaw and bring his lips to yours, his fingers start to pick up the pace as he hears your moans pick up, “Billy I’m so close! Please don’t stop!” his hands

His head hovers above you, he hazily looks into your eyes, realising your eyes were stuck in one position. “Babe what are you-“ his eyes  move down to what your staring at, he huffs. “(Y/N) get out what your thinking now before we get any further” “Is it average?” the look on her face is completely genuine.

Silence follows before Billy laughs hard, “Fuck (Y/N) seriously I’ve got tears in my eyes” he kneels up resting against his legs he grabs his cock, sliding a condom along his length, spreading his knees wide, leaning back his other hand sliding against his thigh, your ogling at him, your eyes follow the shadows against his body that the moonlight creates, to his smug look, then to his hard, throbbing cock.

“Baby you’re looking at the most average cock, size is 5.6 inches if you must know” He slowly starts crawling up towards to again, caging you in, lowers his mouth to your ear and huskily says “Will be the thing that makes you cum the hardest” he slides his cock into you, your walls stretching around his cock.

Both of you moan when he is fully inside you, he looks into your eyes silently asking if you’re ready, you nod and he starts slowly thrusting into you. He slowly picks up the pace, grabbing your legs and putting them over your shoulders and angles his hips down, reaching places you’ve never felt were possible. 

“Fuck Billyyy!” you moaned out, your head tilting backwards as he pounds into you. “Baby your pussy is squeezing me so tightly” he groans in response to your consistent moans, you’ve never heard a man so vocal in bed, he keeps chanting out your name.

“Doll you’re such a good girl taking my dick so well” he straightens his back and manhandles your legs so your feet are up by his head, the new angle allowing him to roll his hips in a new way that made you cum instantly “BILLY! You’re fucking me so good” you feel drool sliding out your mouth as you feel another orgasm coming on.

His hips piston into you as he chases after his own release, “Baby I feel another one in you, I’m so close” he groans out as he slams his hips deep into you for the final time as you scream out his name in pure bliss. 

He rests your legs down on the bed and flops beside you, he’s a sight to behold, chest gleaming from the sweat, the light bouncing off his body, used condom still on his half-hardened dick, you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. He smirks at you, pulling you into his chest by your waist, “You checking me out (Y/N)?” looking up into his eyes, they sparkle with mischief.

“So what of it?” you say back as you snuggle into his warm body, he chuckles to himself. You both lay there in silence, enjoying the afterglow of sex. You break the silence “Don’t get an ego but your right” he looks at you his faced first puzzled then the realisation hits him, the sex made him momentarily forget, pulling a shit-eating grin onto his face.

“Told you size doesn’t matter” his head hits the pillow again and he closes his eyes, “What’s your secret anyways, that was the best sex I’ve had in a while”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah”

“It’s all in the hip positions sweetheart”

[izabesworld]

Roma attitudes and how to present us in your writing.

The top of this piece primarily discusses negative stereotypes in writings, so you can understand why these aren’t really true, and the bottom has a header which you can read to see how to present us as we are.

FOR MORE READ THIS.

Do I think this piece will be groundbreaking? Absolutely not. Do I hope this piece will prevent AT LEAST one writer from making a common mistake in their writing? Absolutely.

I want to start of with Roma Family Loyalty. This is something people are eager to show in their writing, presenting family units as something that is powerful and strong, which is great. However, like all families, we have limits.

A popular mistake in Peaky Blinder fanfiction is the misuse of this loyalty. It’s not shown in celebration, we don’t see Roma characters celebrating character achievements to the small things like better results in school and moving up in a business.

However, what we do see is family loyalty in a way that portrays us as violent. We read about a family member killing a character, and don’t see the backlash the character should receive. We don’t see the distrust you now feel for that person, we don’t see the problems that now arise. Violence committed by Roma is such a common topic in fan-fiction, when in fact, it is very rare.

Of course, the Peaky Blinders series is filled with blood, guns and knives but it’s also filled with Aunt Pol’s love of God, it’s filled with Arthur’s character change, it has Ada’s moving on from old family ways for a better life for herself and her children. All things that would’ve been celebrated.

A Roma family would’ve been ecstatic to see the change in Arthur. It would’ve been celebrated and praised, not pushed off and ignored. It’s not something that happened over night, it required dedication and support from those closest.

You often see scenes in “Shelby Sister” series where the Shelby Sister in question is afraid of Aunt Pol and Tommy because she gets beat. When this too, isn’t a reality.

Of course, it does still happen, and I don’t want to dismiss ANYONE who is a victim of this time of punishment, however, in Roma it’s extremely uncommon. (We are more creative).

When in the series has Aunt Pol been portrayed as someone who beats Finn as punishment? When Finn smoked that cigarette, he received a tap to the head and a word later. He was not beaten, so why is it done in fiction?

Roma families protect their family, they do not beat them. (Still not trying to dismiss anyone who was a child beat by their Roma family, this is just an in general <3). DESPITE the times they lived in where this was considered normal.

We are not genetically violent. We do not grow and and think “guns are okay”. In our world, they are not. At the time, everybody owned a gun, however, we knew the consequences of using one. It wasn’t a first option, nor was it really an option at all.

Selling Family Members?

We do not sell family members. This one is a BIG one for me.

We do not get in debt with another Roma family and offer daughters to solve that debt. We speak to them… Like everyone else? I’m not sure where selling Roma children has come from.

We do not offer out children to random Roma families. We do not meet a wealthy Roma man and think, “yes, I will sell my daughter to him”.

Yes, we do have a history of arranged marriages, and they do still happen today, within reason. We do not marry happy people with happy relationships. We do not marry people who do not want a partner. We do not marry people because they’re “too crazy”.

We marry people with what’s best for them. We ask people what is that family like? Where do they travel? Is there any significant history in that family I should be aware of? Families spend MONTHS even YEARS getting to know the other family beforehand, asking around and getting to know them.

Esme and John was a one off thing, and was a marriage I don’t believe was presented right. The Shelby’s and Lee’s were already familiar with each other, having spent years of connections. Esme needed a husband, and John needed a wife. Esme was not quickly given away at convenience, do you truly think families would allow that??

Our whole lives do not revolve around spirituality and thinking we are being followed by ghosts. We do not live in a constant state of paranoia — it’s unrealistic.

Of course, we dabble into it once in a while, we explore what we can’t see and test the waters, but we are not running around believing there is a bad omen behind us.

Reading People.

Honestly, I do believe this is also something exaggerated in people when writing. We don’t sit and analyse you when we first meet you, but we do try to find out about you before we begin sharing details of ourselves.

We don’t go, “oh, she scratched her nose, she’s a pathological liar”, but we do go, “he’s quite fidgety, perhaps he’s uncomfortable”.

Yet we do still make mistakes, we are not upper beings who know all and do all. We do still make bad friends, and become close with people we do not truly know, despite the fact we thought we knew them.

We do still get in arguments and upsetting conversations, we are not immune to emotions.

Enough of the negative.

I’ll be blunt and honest, we do still make mistakes. We will still get in silly fights, we do still push people a little bit too far, which is normal, we are all human, no?

Roma feel emotions, we get sad when our day isn’t going right, and feel happy when our dinner came out perfectly cooked. We feel love for those closest to us, and feel an intense amount of care for them.

We have friends, lots of friends. Sometimes they’re only Roma friends, other times we meet them in primary school.

We have family celebrations, where we thank musicians by licking money (notes 💴) and sticking them to their foreheads.

We have horses, often not many but us usually a family will have one.

We are not natural riders. Of course we do pick it up quite quickly, having seen those around us do it so often, however we do make mistakes. We do fall off our horses, and we get upset when we do, because it hurts and we’re human. We do have good days with our horses, where we are content and happy.

We make AMAZING meals with cabbage, this could be a whole post in itself. However, we aren’t too good with cooking bread, (for some odd reason?).

We sit with our families and talk about our days. Yes there is secrets, but we do still discuss “why on earth have they changed that shop?”

Just remember when writing us, we are regular human beings, and I think you’ll do okay! <3

[slickbackdani]

So, with the end of the current hiatus nowhere in sight, the creators of Epic Rap Battles of History have been releasing short videos in which they respond to people's matchup ideas and talk about whether or not they'd do them. What follows are my thoughts on each suggestion.

Dog the Bounty Hunter vs Chris Hansen: Terrible; Dog stopped being relevant years ago and Hansen has no real valid matchups

Jack Sparrow vs Bilbo Baggins: They might be able to pull it off, but the connection is tenuous at best

Malcolm X vs Nelson Mandela: Perfect. Do it immediately

Dexter vs Punisher: Could work, though I prefer Punisher vs Peacemaker

The Wiggles v-NO

Marco Polo vs Zheng Yi Sao: Awesome; the show's always great at spotlighting obscure historical figures, so this would be fun

Sheldon Cooper vs Rick Sanchez: I don't really get their reasoning for passing this one up. "I don't wanna use Rick because his creator is problematic," they say seconds before suggesting Roseanne instead and three years after using Harry Potter

HP Lovecraft vs Mary Shelley: Could work, but Lovecraft might be better suited for a more prolific author

Captain America vs Mussolini: Could work, but I prefer Cap vs Batman

Black Panther vs Catwoman: Unique idea; would be cool to see which versions of the characters they use

Ethan Hunt vs Angus MacGyver: Meh

John Wilkes Booth vs Lee Harvey Oswald: I'm glad they turned this one down; it just sounds very insubstantial. The fact that they each killed Presidents is the only thing either of them are known for

Robin Hood vs Ned Kelly: Sounds awesome; I can’t fathom what Lloyd was talking about when he said Robin Hood can't be made "cool." Has he never heard of any of the non-Disney movies he was in?

Steve Harvey vs Dr. Phil: Meh

The Three Stooges vs The Three Musketeers: IT'S ALL I WANT AND I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG

Patrick Bateman vs Andrew Tate: Bateman is worthy of a rap battle, but there is no fucking way a disgusting sack of shit like Andrew Fucking Tate deserves to be immortalized in this or any series. Not only is he a monstrous asshole, but since I'd never heard of him before he got arrested, he just comes off as too second-string and his image too fleeting to be remembered after the battle's release anyway. It's like how Sarah Palin and Napoleon Dynamite appeared in season 1; what's the point? Bateman would be better off facing another fictional character like Tyler Durden or Tommy Shelby or Rorschach or Homelander or any other member of the "you're missing the point by idolizing them" club

Miles Morales vs Dick Grayson: A great idea for a battle, but it irks me how they seem to only think of Dick Grayson as Robin, and even then only how he was portrayed in the 60s TV show. Since Dick Grayson's graduation to the solo hero Nightwing and his leadership of the Titans have been the status quo in the comics for decades, and even his TV and movie appearances as Robin clearly show him to be more than the hyperactive goofball that Lloyd portrayed him as in season 2, their lack of research here is jarring — especially considering how diligent they are with their other characters (remember, Peter read every issue of the Dragon Ball manga and watched every episode of Breaking Bad in preparation for the later half of season 3).

Garfield and Jon vs Calvin and Hobbes: Eh, I don't see it. No disrespect to their creators or fans, but they just ain't rap battle material

Metallica and AC/DC vs Slayer and Guns n Roses: I agree with them that a team battle between unrelated heavy metal acts would be unwieldy, but any combination of those four could totally be awesome in a straight 1v1 battle

Richard Nixon vs King John: Could work, but I'd rather have Nixon in a Presidential royale

Barbie vs He-Man: Another "meh" idea, but I'm not fond of Peter's assertion that He-Man is only known for the bad '90s movie when he's appeared in multiple media before and since that have all gained a far more positive reception and a strong fanbase

[estel-eruantien]

Yes this is EVERYTHING! I love them so much 🥰

I know you're in the middle of MMPR, but I thought this could be fun: Billy/Jason or Billy/Tommy (or Billy/Jason/Tommy)

M: Motivation / Q: Quickie / V: Volume

As you can see, I took the third option because that has become my new favorite ship lol

~

M: Motivation

Tommy is turned on by anything Jason and Billy do, especially in bed, but he especially loves it when Billy begs and Jason orders him around

Jason is a dirty talker, but he also likes hearing how good he's making his lovers feel, so sending him a voice memo is a good way to get him in the mood

Billy likes to be manhandled. It turns off his brain and turns on his cock, he loves it so much. All you gotta do is take him by the hand, put a hand around his throat, slam him against the wall, he's all for it

~

Q: Quickie

Tommy likes them when he doesn't have anything pressing to do, but he's a teacher and he runs a dojo, so he's a busy guy. On the other hand, he can be bribed and Jason makes the prettiest noises when Tommy takes him from behind

Jason and Billy both share the same view on quickies, they're a great stress reliever and Billy sometimes uses them to cause a flood of endorphins so his headache goes away. Jason would happily have his lovers all day every day, but since Billy runs his own company, it's not like he can drop everything. No one ever said Jason could wind Billy up quick, though

~

It came as a total shock that Billy is the loudest of them in bed. Once he's down, he has nothing to hold him back, and Tommy and Jason are happy to put Billy down any time he asks. Tommy is also loud in bed, but Jason is very much not

~

Thank you! @estel-eruantien

[cherienymphe]

For the people who's wondering about S*bastian. Cherie answered this old ask about him saying:

"Just old and ongoing racist stuff like liking videos about white men saying the N word and racist friends and girlfriends and deleting comments and blocking people who call him out. Nothing new"

I searched your entire blog for this and damn...I'M SO DISAPOINTED IN HIM.

But I'm not surprised tho. He was hanging out with Tommy Lee while filming Pam & Tommy. Tommy Lee is a raging racist who proudly wore fucked up stuff like the swastika back in the 90s. The man is still terrible btw.

Filming P&T was no excuse to hang out with that kind of man. Btw, Pamela Anderson never gave her blessing to that show anyways so it was fucked up from the start.

I don't want to add fuel to more controversy but...Chris Evans had similar controversies too.

I don't stan marvel actors tbh. They're all problematic 😭

Lol I'm glad you searched because I definitely couldn't be bothered to 😭 but yes. Even before the Pam and Tommy thing I wasn't a fan and that situation was the nail in the coffin tbh. I couldn't care less if someone wants to suck his dick tbh but don't get mad or in your feelings if someone rightfully states their valid reasons for not fucking with him.

The day one of his fans tried to compare his very real damage done to Pamela Anderson by watching her sex tape and participating in that show that she didn't approve of to me writing about fictional characters was the day I knew his stans were mentally cooked.

A lot of the marvel cast is questionable and people have every right to distance themselves from whatever actor/actress they choose

[meikadonnelly]

hi! Do you accept requests? If so, can I ask for a fluff with Nikki? any plot, but so that the reader and Nikki are already in a relationship

if no, excuse for troubling

Thank you for your hard work

have a good day!!

i do!! and thank you so much!

~~~

|| nikki sixx | morning ||

a morning with nikki.

nikki sixx x fem!reader

fluff fluff and more fluff

a/n : this is set in the early 80s, and nikki and the reader have been together for around 1 year.

As you lay in Nikki’s bed, you can hear his slow breaths as he sleeps next to you, and every once in a while, he moves slightly to get more comfortable. Usually, this means pulling you closer. You’re laying on your side, facing him while one of his arms are wrapped around your waist. The morning light is peeking through the curtains which hang over his small window next to the bed, above the bedside table. You open your eyes to look at him. His face is slightly squashed against his arm which his head is resting on while being tilted down towards you a little.

You watch him for a little before trying to move away from him to get out of bed but his arms tense and hold onto you tightly. You let out a quiet huff.

“Nikki,” you whisper. A quiet groan is all you get in response, his eyes still closed. You give a second attempt at getting up which is unsuccessful once again. “Nikki, come on, I need to pee,” you say. A few seconds of silence follows your words before you feel his arms loosen to let you go.

You wander to the bathroom and take care of your bladder before washing your hands. As you do, you notice Nikki leaning on the door frame watching you, his messy hair covering his eyes slightly.

“I thought you’d be asleep again,” you say, looking back down at your hands under the running water as he walks up behind you.

“Bed’s too cold without you in it to sleep,” he mumbles back, leaning his forehead on the back of your head. You laugh a little at his neediness and shake your hands dry. You turn around in his arms so that you’re body is in between the vanity and him. He looks down at you through squinted eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck and he runs his hands up and down your back.

“Why don’t you go back and get comfortable and I’ll be there in a second, okay?” you suggest softly, looking up at him through your lashes. He closes his eyes and lets his head flop back.

“It’s too early,” he groans which makes you smile. You let out a small giggle and you see him smile, his eyes remaining shut. You admire him for a second before tapping his shoulder lightly.

“Go on,” you say softly. He lets his head fall forward again, a small smile still on his face before he kisses your forehead.

“Don’t be long,” he mutters before walking off.

You smile and run your hand through your hair, feeling a few knots underneath. You turn around and grab your hairbrush that you had decided to keep at his place, along with other things like a toothbrush and clothes, now that you were staying more often.

You brush your hair and tie it up into a bun with the hair tie you always have on your wrist to get it out of your face, as well as Nikkis, before spraying a little bit of deodorant under your arms to feel a little fresher.

You walk back out of the bathroom and into the quiet bedroom to see him back in bed, laying on his stomach. You smile to yourself as you walk over to your side of the bed and sliding in under the covers next to him, sitting up slightly against the head board. He seems to be half asleep but he soon rolls onto you, his body between your legs and his head on your chest.

You move your hands to his hair and you start playing with it gently, your fingers massaging his scalp at the same time, which earns a deep sigh from him.

You know he’ll probably fall asleep again so you close your eyes and sigh quietly which makes Nikki lift his head up for a moment to rest his chin on your chest. You open your eyes to meet his and you smile.

“What?” you ask with a soft chuckle.

“Just wondering why you’d rather sleep than watch your adorable boyfriend,” he teases with a soft smile.

“And who’s that?” you tease back and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“He’s tall, has green eyes,” he describes. “And he’s an absolute catch.”

You shake your head with a smile. “Is that so?”

He smiles as he looks up at you with the green eyes he just mentioned.

“You wanna get breakfast from the diner down the road?” you ask softly, and he nods as his eyes close again, his chin still on your chest.

“After I sleep for a bit longer,” he mumbles, so you move to get more comfortable. You slide down more so that you’re not leaned up against the headboard anymore, and Nikki lays back down on you, his face now nuzzled into your neck.

He presses a soft kiss to the skin of your neck and closes his eyes, so you do the same, letting yourself relax and fall back asleep.

Another hour or so later, you wake up again, but this time to an empty bed. You open your eyes and see that Nikki isn’t there, so you get up and wander out of the bedroom. You walk into his kitchen and find him standing at the counter, facing away from you, making a coffee.

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso before resting your cheek on his bare back.

“Morning baby,” he says softly.

“Good morning,” you reply from behind him. He turns around to face you with his cup of coffee, and you leave a soft kiss on his shoulder as he does. He takes a sip of the hot liquid before you hold your hands out, silently asking for a sip like you always do.

He smiles and hands you the cup to you and you look down to see that instead of deep brown coffee, it’s paler.

“You drink coffee with milk now?” you ask, looking at him.

“No, but you do,” he says before turning around and grabbing another cup that has his regular black coffee inside. “I heard you getting out of bed so I thought I’d get ahead of you.”

You smile.”Well aren’t you sweet?” you say softly and he leans down closer.

“Always baby,” he says before giving you a gentle kiss. You smile as he pulls back and you walk over to the window in the lounge room to open the curtain.

As the sunlight fills the room, you feel the heat hit your face and you let out a soft sigh.

“You still wanna go to the diner?” Nikki asks from the kitchen, and you turn around to see him still leaning on the counter, sipping his coffee.

“It’s a little late for breakfast but we could get lunch,” you say and he shrugs.

“Who says I can’t have pancakes for lunch?”

You laugh and he watches as you walk back over to stand in front of him.

“I’ll finish my coffee and then we can go,” you say and he nods.

“Deal,” he says before leaning down to kiss you again.

You both walk into the diner, a place for you and Nikki that has become a regular date spot. You head over to an empty booth and sit down across from each other before a waitress comes over.

“Well isn’t it my two favourite lovebirds,” she says, and you look up to see Linda, an older woman who you’ve gotten to know since you and Nikki started coming here.

“How are you Linda?” you ask politely.

“Better now that you sweethearts are here,” she says with a smile. “Now, I’m guessing there’s going to be an order for a vanilla milkshake and a strawberry milkshake?”

You smile and nod as she looks at Nikki. “Extra whipped cream for you doll?”

“You know me so well,” he says which makes her grin.

“And are we doing our usuals for food?” she asks and you shake your head.

“Could I get the waffles today?” you ask and she nods, writing it down on her little notepad.

“Of course you can sweetie, with everything?” she replies and you nod.

“And I’ll have the blueberry pancakes,” Nikki says, passing his menu to her to take away, and you do the same.

“Late breakfast, did we have a slow morning?” she questions with a smile. You and Nikki look at each other with a similar smile and she laughs.

“Oh to be young and in love again,” she says. “I’ll be out with your orders soon.”

“Thank you!” you yell out as she walks off and she waves her hand as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’. You look back at Nikki and he takes your hand from across the table like he usually does. “You think she has a husband?” you ask.

“I’ve never seen a ring,” he says, glancing over at her.

“She might not wear it at work,” you suggest and he nods.

“Well if she doesn’t have a husband, maybe we should set her up with Mick,” he says and you laugh.

“C’mon, I know Mick’s older than you guys but he’s still only like 30. Linda’s almost 50,” you defend.

“He might like them older,” he says and you scoff playfully which makes him smirk.

“I wonder if she has kids,” you ask, going back to the topic of her. “She’d be a good mom.”

He nods. “Yeah, anyone would be lucky to have her as a mother.”

You stay quiet for a second as you think about maybe becoming a mother at some point too and Nikki squeezes your hand. “One day baby,” he says.

You smile. “I don’t know if I could handle any mini Nikki’s running around.”

“All I’m hearing is an opportunity to have some backup when I annoy you,” he says with a smirk.

“And the fact that we’d become a family,” you say and he laughs.

“That too,” he says. “But mostly the backup thing.”

You roll your eyes playfully before Linda comes back with two milkshakes. She places the strawberry one in front of Nikki and the vanilla one in front of you with a smile.

“Thank you,” you both say and she nods before glancing around the diner. Once she turns back to you both, she leans down and lowers her voice slightly.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she asks with a cheeky smile.

You laugh. “Not quite yet,” you say and she clicks her tongue. “But you’ll be the first to know, and to be invited,” you add and she smiles.

“Can I bring a plus one?” she asks.

“Of course! For a husband?” you ask, finally dropping g the question. She shakes her head with a laugh.

“Oh no, I haven’t had a husband for almost 10 years!” she says with a wave of her hand. “But I do however, have quite the handsome date.”

You smile as she winks at you. “Well I have quite the handsome date too,” you say and she laughs again as she glances at Nikki.

“He is a bit of a looker isn’t he?” she teases as the sound of a bell rings from the kitchen. “I better get back to work,” she says before walking away. You turn to Nikki and he has a smirk on his face.

“Handsome am i?” he asks as he takes a sip of his milkshake.

“Very,” you reply which makes his smirk turn into a grin.

[southerntigress]

you know that video of Nikki sixx from a long time ago when he says to the audience

You wanna see who has the bigger dick

You know where the tour bus is

Can write a smut story inspired by that ?

Sorry this took so long but here it is FINALLY

Tour Bus Shenanigans

I woke up to my phone going off like I roll my eyes, sigh, reach over to delcine the call and roll back over to go back to sleep. I'm drained and don't wanna be bothered yet.

It goes off again I cover my head up to try and block it out, finally it stops and I dose back off.

I was sleeping so good til my best friend busts through my bedroom door almost knocking it off the hinges and pounces on top off me

"Wake the fuck up bitch" she says as she bounces up and down on me

I open one eye and look at her "if you don't get your ass off of me I'm gonna throat punch you" I threaten

She only giggles and continues to bounce on me I've had enough so I roll over and this causes her to go flying off of me and land in the floor.

I sit up and look over the edge of the bed at her in the floor and start laughing as she glares at me

"Fucking Bitch" she says

"Serves you right. Shouldn't come barging in my house and proceed to bounce on me like some mad woman while I'm sleeping" I say

She flips me off as she gets up

" I was concerned you didn't answer your phone" she says as she sits on my bed

" that's cause SOMEONE kept me out til 4 in the morning last night" I sass

She rolled her eyes at me

"Bitch it's your birthday of course I did" she smiles

"My birthday was a week ago" I say

"Well I guess you don't want your gift then" she smirks

"Depends on what it is" i shrugs

She pulls out a envelope and hands it to me. I open it and squeal

"Are you for real?" I say

"Hell yeah" she says

"2 front row tickets for Motley Crue's show tonight" she adds with a smile

"You're the best" I say hugging her

"I know now let's get dressed and leave" she said

We get at the venue and it was packed with ppl running around everywhere. We get a drink and a snack and make our way to our spots.

After a little while the lights dim and the boys come on absolutely rocking the stage. I've been to many crue shows and each one is better they have so much energy and stage presences it's crazy.

After they play  Girls Girls Girls Nikki walks to the mic and addresses the crowd, they're a little bit more wilder tonight

" you wanna see who has the bigger dick? You know where the tour bus is right?" He randomly says as he looks out in the crowd

His eyes land on me for a minute and he smirks at me then walks off stage

The night went on and it was hot, sweaty and damn good time, as we was leaving we walked by the tour buses

I look at my friend and she looks back at me with the same look

"We should go over and take Nikki up on his offer" I say

"You go ahead I'm gonna head home I'm tired" she says

"I'm not doing it by myself" I say

"Yes you are, think of it as a birthday gift from yourself" she says and walks off leaving me there

I hesitate for a minute then deicide what the hell?  I go to the bus and knock, the door opens with a shirtless Nikki standing in the door I look him up and down

He smirks "may I help you?"

"I don't know you might can" I say as I lean on the frame of the door

He looks intrigued as he nods his head at me to go on "You see I have this little problem I need some help with" I say as I look at him through my lashes

"Yeah, what's that?" He says

"Well you see I was in the front row and I got all wet from the water you spit out" I say

"Well that's unfortunate" he says " I don't think I can help you with that" he teases

"Hmm, then maybe you can help with something else" I say as I play with the end of my hair

He raises his eyebrow at me and I continue

" Well you see it's my birthday and I heard you say if we wanted to see who had the bigger dick that we knew where the tour bus was-"

"Ahh so you came to call my bluff huh" he smirks

I nod my head " it would make a great birthday gift" I smile

Nikki laughs as he grabs my arm and pulls me into the bus

"Hey guys look what I got" he says as he takes me to the lounge area

The others turn their heads towards us

" she's hot sixx, where did you find her?" Tommy asks

"Can we keep her?" He adds

Nikki shakes his head" that's just it she found us and she's not a pet tbone ee can't keep her" Nikki says

Vince looks at him with confused looked

"Damn shame she would make a great pet" Tommy says and pats me on the head

I swat at his hand

"Fuck off tommy" I say as they laugh

"Anyways, She came to take me up on my offer about seeing who has the bigger dick" Nikki says

Tommy and Vince chuckle and look at me

" is that so?" Vince asks

"Yes" I say

"Not only that but it's her birthday" Nikki says with a grin

"Spoiler alert I have the biggest dick" Tommy says

"You mean you are the biggest dick" Vince says

"Fuck you Neil" Tommy says

"Alright assholes enough!" Nikki says

"Let's show her what she wants then" Vince says

"Oh we will but on one condition" Nikki says

"What's that?" I asked

" Afterwards you have to fuck us" Nikki says

" deal but one on one and I get to choose who takes my pussy, my ass and who gets gets to eat" I say

"You're on" they agree

So they line up and pull their pants down one by one and I walk infront of each one getting a good look at them

"Very nice boys" i say

"Vince you get my ass, Tommy you get to eat me out and Nikki you get to fuck my pussy" I smirk at them

"Aww why do they get to fuck you and all I get is to eat you" Tommy whined

"Cause I'm pretty sure if you fucked my pussy or ass you would break me and I would die" I giggle

"You ain't wrong" Nikki says laughing

"Fuck yeah! Told you I was the biggest" he cheered

"Yeah, yeah let's get this started" I say

Hands down the best night and birthday ever in the history of ever.

[hollywoodroses]

being a motley crue kid might include:

my first fan fiction blurb/headcanon, this is to practice my writing because I haven’t done it in a long time.

I would like to thank @unknownperson246 for inspiring me to write this. I was very nervous and wasn’t expecting to share my writing so fast

you staying up late every weekend asking your parents what life was like during motley’s rise to fame

you don’t understand motley’s hype and you think the eighties was a weird time

you identify as bi-sexual but get nervous around your parents when you are openly dating a girl

your faves include taylor swift, harry styles & jonas brothers

plot twist your most streamed artist is motley crue

asking your mum if she was a groupie and/or modelled for playboy

if your mum wasn’t a groupie for your dad you ask her what she thinks of them

plot twist, you get straight A’s in school and you are on the honour roll

you become a model to pay for university, you don’t want dad’s money

since your grades are so good you decide to go to university and become a lawyer

you open a law-firm with the other motley crue kids and call it sixx & company. your tagline is ‘we are a motley crue of a legal team’

if law-school didn’t work, you’d go to medical school especially since you knew your dad and his bandmates had a rough time with d*u*g* back in the day

you find out your crush reads vintage playboy and your mum is literally pamela anderson

your dad is tommy lee and you are best friends with heather locklear’s daughter

you get really close to the popular girl in school and find out she likes older men so you ask your dad to leave the house when she comes to visit

you keep your dad’s stage name/famous surname so people ask you so many questions especially if your dad is nikki or mick

you marry jon bon jovi’s son

note: I have a feeling the real motley crue kids are trust-fund babies and instagram models. I just saw of photo of nikki’s kids and his daughters are gorgeous. girl-crush goals.

[thesmokingguns]

MAFS CHAPER EIGHT

Slightly nsfw minors DNI 18+ to be safe

It’s all or nothing.

Tonight is the night where our Newlyweds will be spending their first night together. After a long night of getting married to a stranger they will have to navigate the marital bed, learn routines, and finally get some time to talk to each other and figure out some of the reasons that they were matched. Will things get hot and heavy? Or will we find a new revival of the meaning of bathtub gin?

Find out tonight of Married at First Sight..

Nora leaned against Nikki, he had her high heels in one hand, her hip in the other. Both of them leaning against each other, this quiet over them as they both thought about how they were going to be in a room, alone soon.

“I can feel your heart beating.” Nikki whispered it in her ear, watching the way Nora turned, looking up at him. It was in her eyes, this sudden worry about something that he didn't want her to worry about.  “I’m looking forward to getting to know you more. Learn more about that beautiful mind of yours; I’m sure it matches the beautiful outside.” Nora’s heart fluttered as she turned, wrapping her arms around him as they kissed.

The camera crew was thinking about taking a bet about which couples would consummate their marriage tonight and it seemed like easy money to put it on NIkki and Nora doing much more than talking.

Nikki pushed open the door to the suite, reaching for Nora as he guided her inside the room. The couple stepped inside together. Nora expected to feel shy, but she was more aware of the cameras now. A moment she had expected to be alone she could feel the lens peering at her, almost sucking out some of the intimacy.

“Let me help you out of the dress. Do you have pajamas? I can give you my shirt?” Nikki ws speaking softer now, he was aware of the shift in Nora. The way that she was giving looks at the camera almost unsure of what to do with them there.

His confidence made her breathe, nodding her head as Nikki’s fingers slid down her neck, moving to start undoing the buttons on herdress, moving his lips down so that she could feel him breathing on her skin. He laid kisses across her shoulders as he started to help her undress, hearing the soft way her voice caught in her throat.

“Can I have your shirt?” Nikki smirked, nodding his head as he moved his head to nod towards the bathroom, Nora moving in there with him close behind.

She was turning to him, looking at him as he started undoing his vest and moving on to the dress shirt he was going to dress her in.

“It feels weird with the camera.” she whispered it, the pair of them being alone made her feel a little bit better but she craved a cigarette, something to do with her hands to calm herself down. It was hard now for some reason, after it all being so easy.

Nora worried about the high of the wedding and being around people was fading. What if she was uncomfortable around her husband? But just as quickly as the doubt appeared Nikki was reaching for her hands, his fingers turning the ring there as she looked at him.

“Nora. The cameras will leave. After this whole experience they will be gone. We will have more time just you and I then you and I and a whole film crew.” She smirked, nodding her head. “Here.” He was shrugging from his shirt, laying it on the sink for her. “You can get ready for bed out here and I’ll keep the cameras busy out there.

He winked at her as he walked out, not knowing how she wanted him to stay.

Nora took out her hair, washed off her makeup and smirked as she slid on Nikki’s shirt. It was still warm and smelled like him. As she inhaled her husband's scent she smirked, touching her lips as she felt the smirk.

The camera crew would eventually leave and it would just be her and Nikki. She just had to make it through maybe an hour of filming and then Nikki was all hers.

Opening the bathroom door she looked at Nikki. He was only in a pair of black briefs. Pushing his hair back as Nora watched him, wearing his dress shirt that she was swimming in. Nikki was very attractive in a suit but shirtless Nikki in briefs was, chefs kiss.

“Hey hubby.” Nikki turned, his eyes on his wife as he blinked, mouth opening and closing as he looked at Nora.

No makeup. Hair combed out. His shirt on. Nikki was ready for the cameras to leave now.

Nora rushed across the room to him, wrapping her arms around Nikki as she still felt a bit shy, now more than ever since they didn’t have all their clothes on and the air was thick with need. Neither of them kissed, both knowing that was going to break the dam and they wouldn’t be able to stop once they started.

“I usually don’t wear a ton of makeup so get used to this face.” she joked. Nikki tilted her face up, looking at the green golden specks in the center of her eyes.

“Gladly.” Nikki was leading them back to bed, helping Nora in, smirking as she pulled the comforter up and turned instantly to where NIkki was getting in. He liked how interested in him she was. How she felt like home and it was just a few hours into getting to know her. What was a lifetime going to look like if he was this happy so soon?

Nikki touched her hip, smirking as Nora pushed herself closer, legs tangling with his.

“How does it feel to be a married woman, Mrs. Sixx?” he picked up her hand, kissing the wedding ring there as Nora watched him, this look of absolute joy on her face, “Because I already love being your husband.”

“I’m glad, Nikki. I’m glad that it was you at the end of the aisle. It feel like-”

“It was meant to be.” he finished for her, seeing the way that Nora nodded, her eyes slightly watering as she felt him rub her cheek, “I can’t wait to get to know you more.” he was whispering, both of them wanting privacy and just falling into each other.

The camera crew knew they needed to leave. They had another couple coming up to bed that they needed to film but they wanted to see if there would be anything else that would happen with the couple.

“Can we pull you for an Interview?” Nikki looked over his shoulder, the first flash of annoyance on his face but Nora was squeezing his hand, calming him down. He knew that she was thinking that as soon as he went he could come back and the cameras would leave.

Nikki was in another room, bathrobe on as he sat in front of the camera. He was trying to focus as they set up but all he could think about was Nora, wrapped up in the comforter, giving him a look as he walked away to let him know that she would be waiting for him to come back. He was very aware that he was going to sleep with his wife tonight. He had a few questions about the logistics of it.

Was she on birth control? Was it going to be soft and easy? Or fast and furious? How was her love making style? What was her body like? Where did she want to be touched? Did she like to be held after or did she clean up and fall asleep? Could he hold her after, tell her how he felt about this whole situation?

“How are you feeling about Nora?” Nikki looked up, the mention of his wife making him smile. His heart was beating, thinking how easy this day went with her. How everything he had been worried about dissipated as she ran down the aisle towards him, falling into his arms.

“I think the experts picked my soulmate.” The crew all looked at each other, surprised that he had said that after only about eight hours with his wife. “Everything I was worried about before this is gone. It’s like the only thing I’m worried about now is if she’s okay alone in the room.” He was thinking of Nora, hoping she was waiting for him and not asleep.

But if she was he’d crawl into bed and hold her. He craved the weight of her in his arms.

“Soulmate?” The producers were smiling, thinking of ratings and excited to share the footage with the three experts who had picked these couples.

“Yeah, there's something about Nora that just…I can’t explain it. I..I’m going to go back to my wife now, actually.” NIkki was standing up, ending the interview as the camera crew looked at each other, shocked.

“We should probably go film Duff and Mathilde now.” someone piped up and they were packing up, ready to set up in the room. Another camera crew was filming them leaving their reception at that moment.

Mathilde and Duff walked through their friend holding up sparklers, their hands entwined as the pair of them smiled at each other, looking at each other with shy smirks as they were sent off by their friends and family.

It felt real now. Their marriage, their wedding, everything.

Like their wedding night, which they both were walking down a hallway to share together.

Duff was thinking about there being a couch in the room or maybe a chair so that he didn't make Mathilde feel uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed as her. She was already picturing it being a sleepover but where you stay up all night, noses  touching as you lazily kiss each other discovering a whole world of someone else in the smallest part of morning.

In the room Duff looked from the bed to his wife, biting his lip as he nervously tried to think of what to do. But Mathilde was moving past him, squeezing his arm as she went.

“I’m going to get ready for bed, can I meet you there?” her eyes on him as she flirted, making Duff nod, swallowing hard as he thought of his wife flirting with him.

He had a million girls flirt with him. Life of a rockstar where girls would come backstage and plenty of things had happened. But suddenly with Mathilde his mouth was dry and he had no game. He was worried about what she would think of him if he moved too fast. He didn’t want her to be hurt so he would take his time. Get to know her, do this all right.

He was lost in thought when the camera crew asked  to interview him, pulling him to an adjoining room for an interview. His hands were shaky, so much expectation laid at his feet now. And he was going to have to talk about it.

“How does it feel to be married?”

Duff thought about the question, taking a second before he answered the production crew. Mainly because he wasn’t sure how he was feeling since it was like a tornado of emotions that he was going through. It seemed like every few seconds he was feeling something else, thinking about something else.

“It feels good. We just met but Mathilde is so kind and fun. I can see why we’re matched and.” Duff blushed slightly at this, feeling like a kid again with what he was about to admit, “I have a crush on my wife. I mean, how could I not?” Mathilde was the type of gorgeous men did double takes for, giving themself whiplash over.

But it was more than her beauty that had captured the blonde bassist's attention. It was the way she touched his hand when he was overwhelmed, how the softness of her smile calmed him  in a way that the prescription drugs he had been diagnosed with were supposed to do but never seemed to actually work. Mathilde was the presence in his life that he had been seeking since childhood. That good thing in the world people talk about but never manage to actually find. And yet here Duff was, married to her.

Yes, Mathilde was beautiful but it was more than that, something that was special about her that he needed. She completed him in a way that he hadn’t realized he needed and he was excited to see where or if he fit into her life.

Izzy was going to lose his mind if the cameras didn’t fuck off. He was very aware of the stress that he felt with them there and he was running the risk of his cigarettes running out if he didn't make it to the luggage in the suite he would be sharing with Vialou. As he thought of her name he looked up to find her, his eyes scanning the crowd where he found his wife, taking another shot of whatever she was drinking swinging in circles as she danced with her friends and family.

She looked happy, like she knew some secret to life that Izzy couldn’t understand and he envied her ability to be so calm as she danced and just had fun. Vialou had a passion for life that Izzy wanted to tap into and enjoy with her.

Standing up, he moved to where his wife was spinning, sure  to fall over soon from the amount that she was drinking. BUt as he moved closer it was like she sensed him and reached out for Izzy, wrapping herself around him with a delighted smile paying on her features.

“Izzy, darling.” she was moving, making him dance by proxy, which he very much did not want to do. BUt maybe this was what he needed to be able to  have a happy life. Maybe he needed to dance.

But then Izzy realized that he did not ever have to dance and he did not want to be caught dancing anywhere. He glanced around, grabbing Vialou’s hand and pulling her towards the hallway as she smirked, following him.

“We should go to our room. It’s late and we’re traveling in the morning and should try to get some sleep.” He was trying to be realistic but Vialou had no care for reality. She wanted to have fun and laugh with everyone. It didn’t matter that she was getting married on a reality TV show because everything that she was going through was real.

“One more dance.” She was trying to get him to dance with her again but Izzy was thinking of how they had to wake up by 8AM to start filing again. Vialou was going to have an awful hangover as it was and Izzy needed to make sure that he could get her from the home.

“We can dance upstairs.” he would do anything to get her to leave their reception and it seemed to work because Vialou looked at him, her eyes suggesting something that made Izzy realize he had phrased it entirely wrong.

Vialou grabbed his hand, tugging him close as she kissed him, surprising Izzy and making him redden as he felt the eyes and lens of the camera on him. When he pulled away Vialou smirked at him, fingering his tie as she held him close.

“You’re shy. I hope you don’t keep that up in bed later.” Izzy had enough of that. He was wrapping an arm around Vialou, guiding her from the ballroom where they were having their reception towards the elevators that would take them upstairs.

Vialou was direct and sexual. She had this ferocity in her that Izzy craved like a wild animal craves its next meal, needy and to live. But her directness also threw him off when they were being filmed. He wanted them to have this intimacy in private.

“Lou, please. Can we talk tonight about this?” she looked at him, eyes narrowed in annoyance at her husband. Her gun soaked thoughts made his words sound like he didn’t desire her. And her confidence was instantly shaken by this. Something that Vialou hadn’t experienced before. She was always so good about knowing what she wanted and getting it.

They were on the floor of their suit, the silence between them being filmed at deafening volume by the camera crew. Vialou stopped as he opened the door, Izzy looking at his wife over his shoulder as she crossed her arms.

“You need to carry me over the threshold. It’s about the spirits and safety.” Izzy looked at her, realizing he wasn’t joining and stepped back over. She was lifted easily into his arms, pressed against his chest as he turned back into the room, carrying her into  their suite.

Izzy was walking with her held against him, Vialou holding the lapels of his jacket as they looked at each. She felt like he was going to kiss her and her heartbeat, thinking maybe she reached too far and he was attracted to her. But Izzy was setting her onto the bed, the rose petals someone had done in the shape of a heart breaking apart as Vialou watched her husband take a step away.

She wanted to scream at him, throw something at his head. Vialou did not like how Izzy was making her feel. Not one bit of her feeling desired and hating how she felt the strangeness between her and her husband. Vialou had been so sure that there had been a spark when she had kissed him for the first time. So sure that everything was coming together. And now he was making her doubt it all.

Getting up she went into her luggage, grabbing the black negligee she had planned to wear to bed with her husband and the flask full of gun she had packed, pushing past where Izzy was silently undressing, turning as she bumped into him, stepping away by her cold glare.

This was not going how he expected it to.

Mathilde was wearing a white cotton short set with ‘bride’ in blue silk stitched to the chest. She moved to the bed, looking at Duff who was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He itched the back of his head, looking from her to the bed.

“I can sleep on the couch if it makes you more comfortable. Or if you want to sleep in the bed we can put pillows between us so that you don’t feel like we have to do anything.” he was nervous about tonight and she could see it, moving to her husband as she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed and pulling aside the bedspread.

Duff watched the ease as she shifted across the sheets, patting beside her as she laid down, looking at him scampering into the side beside her. Their eyes met and he grabbed her hand, holding it in his, half to feel calm and half because he wanted her closer to him, wanted to touch her in some way.

“Hello husband.”

“Hello Wife.”

They exchanged cheesy smiles at each other. Both of them knew that the cameras were there but they didn’t seem  to care about them when they were together. It was like the world was theirs and they just wanted to spend their time with each other.

“What’s your favorite color?” Mathilde asked Duff. She wanted to start the night by asking about what small things he liked, building upon these little things to make a bigger happier base for their lives.

Mathildde wanted forever with her husband and it was important to her that she put in the work to get that forever. Marriage was not easy and there would be plenty of turmoil to come , especially in the expedited process of this marriage.

“I’m color blind.” he said with a small sad smile , “But I guess I can be romantic and say the color of your eyes, or the color of your lips right now in this light.” he moved a thumb up to touch the soft velvet plushness of her lips. She smirked at the gentle way he touched her, the way that her eyes watched him and how she liked when he bent down, laying a  gentle kiss on her lips.

“I like when you kiss me.” Mathilde whispered out the confession to her husband, softly like she was giving him a secret that he couldn’t help but smile at that. Being intimate, even if it was just kissing, felt personal. To do it with a stranger in bed on your wedding night?

Duff felt good about his marriage at that moment, he felt happy with his wife and the life that they could have together.

He looked up at the camera crew, smirking as he slid out of bed. Mathilde watched him as she imagined what it would be like to fall asleep in the middle of kisses with him. Getting up to open the door for them.

“We have an early start tomorrow, see you then.” They all exchange smirks, nodding in a way that was knowing as they headed out for the night.

They had seen couples requesting private time before and it always led to scenes that they couldn’t film or private thoughts that weren’t theirs to capture and they were sure that was what was happening.

Duff turned back, looking at Mathilde in bed and smiled at her with a smirk as he locked the day behind him.

“Hello wife.”

“Hello husband.” Mathilde reached for him as she welcomed him back into the bed, feeling his hand slide down, resting on her hip as she looked at him with eyes shining. “Can we talk more and kiss more?”

“We can do whatever you want.” Duff was leaning down to kiss her again as he said this, starting off by delivering on one of the things that she wanted.

Nikki opened the door, looking toward Nora who was pushing herself up on the bed, on her knees. His eyes were on her, locking the door before he threw off his bathrobe, letting it flutter uselessly to the floor as he reached out for his wife. Taking her in his arms as he kissed her, deep and needy as she moaned against his lips, letting him push her back into the thickness of the mattress.

Nora rolled, smirking as she straddled Nikki. She reached for his hand pressing it on her stomach, guiding it up as she looked at him. He watched her face as his hand pushed up the warm skin of her stomach, the other hand that she wasn't guiding following the path the pair had followed until it was grabbing her breasts, holding them as she breathed unevenly out, mouth trembling as she felt the thickness of his erection pressing against her through their underwear. Her hips were rolling ever so softly as she let Nikki cup and pinch at her breasts.

“We are wearing too much.” Nikki could agree with her words more. He was pulling at teh dress shirt he had been wearing earlier that day, groaning as he looked at Nora, sitting atop him in just the thin white lace of a thong.

The way he looked at her, his eyes scanning her as he took in the way his wife looked. The way her body was on top of his. He knew what he wanted and he knew what she wanted but so much was going through his mind, he didn’t know where to start.

But Nora did.

She was sliding off the bed, standing in the sparse lamp light that cast her body in romantic shadows. Nikki is sitting up to watch her. How she hooked her thumbs into her underwear sides and pushed them down with a shimmy of her hips, stepping out of them as Nikki looked at her again walking towards him with careful steps where her hips danced left than right in seductive motions.

“Your  turn.” she dropped down in front of him, eyes on NIkki as her fingers touched the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down. Nikki looked at her between his legs and the way Nora sucked in her bottom lip before her tongue came out wetting the bottom. She was resting her cheek against his thigh, rolling her neck to take a soft bite of the flesh there, teeth marks imprinted as he watched her smirk, turning her head back to his cock.

Nikki reached for her, not believing that he was giving up a blowjob as he brought his wife into bed with him, had her straddling his thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck, readjusting as her legs moved, knees back on the mattress as she looked at him. Then he saw it.

It was just a flicker in her eyes as she looked at him. Nora was afraid.

“I want to take my time with you, Nora.” Her eyes softened , looking away for a second as she tried to figure out what to say to him, feeling the warmth of him against her thighs. The weight of Nikki on her body as she felt him against her, grounding her.

She turned looking back to him as she smiled, more forced now. Nikki hated the forced way she was smiling, feeling guilty for making his bride uncomfortable.

“Can I tell you…the truth?” she asked it soft, quietly.

Nikki reached for her hand , fingers entwining as he made sure he was close to her. Feeling the way her heart beat as he laid a kiss on her shoulder, tasting another on her collarbone before his eyes were on hers again.

“Always.”

The one word made her smile at him, breathing out slightly unsteady as she thought about how much she wanted this man to make love to her, make her feel better about all the things that had happened to her in the past.

“I want you, Nikki. That I want to make very clear before I say anything else. That I’m burning up for you.” he smirked at this until he saw the way her lips corners were a soft frown, “I haven’t been with someone in…almost two years.” she whispered it out and he froze, looking at her knowing there was a reason for this, wanting to ask more but also knowing that Nora would say as much as he needed to know.

“We have a lifetime. We don’t have to rush anything.``He was genuine with this, Nora knew that but she shook her head, biting her lip as she raised her hand to cup his cheek.

The gentle way that she held him, her fingers so soft against his face as she looked at her husband the way Nikki knew would lead to their relationship furthering emotionally. He looked at Nora and knew he could fall in love with her. Knew that their similarities were compatible and he was looking forward to finding out their differences, knowing that those would compliment each other as well.

“We’re not rushing anything.” Nora said, her thumb running over his lips, “We’re right on time.” She moved to kiss him then, drawing Nikki in and making the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign NIkki had hung on the door useful.

Vialou looked at her gown that was thrown over the bathroom sink. She had felt gorgeous in her gown, beautiful and powerful all from a bit of cloth. She had felt really like a bride, despite the unusual circumstances that she had earned that title in. She had been so excited, so content feeling like she was supposed to be right where she was at the moment when she was with Izzy, being kissed and feeling like this was where she was most meant to be.

Now, Vialous sipped heavily from her flash, extending her legs so that they draped over the bathtub and sinking down further into the porcelain tub.

“Fuck ‘em.” she paused, turning her head at the idea, “‘Cause he ain’t fucking me.” Vialou found herself quite funny and giggled at this. A small snort of laughter came from her lips as she held her hand to her mouth.

Vialou had bought herself quite the ensemble for her first night as a wife. Her black silk negligee with a high slit, lace trimming the bottom of the night gown and matching the long gloves she paired with it and the choker. She felt dangerous and gorgeous, sensual and mysterious. Desirable to a man who seemed to not desire her.

“His loss.” she spoke aloud, jumping slightly when there was a knock on the door. Turning and looking at the door Vialou pulled her legs back into the tub, sinking down so just her eyes were looking over the porcelain of the tub. “Go away.”

“No.” Izzy’s voice was strong and he was annoyed the camera’s were capturing this. He wanted to have the privacy with his wife, craved and needed to have the time alone with her and he couldn’t because these fuckers wanted to film everything.

Izzy was going to need to find a way to calm down because he was so stressed from the whole process. His bride was obviously displeased with him, having locked herself in the  bathroom for the last hour. He was failing as a husband in the first 24 hours and he couldn’t stand it.

“Vialou, if you don’t come and talk to me I’m going to break down the fucking door.” Izzy hissed. He meant it too, not caring that he was probably coming across as a crazy person on TV because he knew that it had been difficult for Vialou to be paired with him.

His wife, who liked to dance and laugh, married to a man who was private and still as a board, who gave out smiles as rarely as the sun had eclipses. Maybe the experts had gotten it wrong or maybe, maybe he had to break open a fucking door and deal with a hotel bill for a damaged room to show his wife that he was a fool.

His shoulder hit the door: once, twice, three times until it gave way and he saw Vialou, head back and drunk as she looked at him with all her hair pinned up, looking like a vixen in all her black lace and silk.

Izzy’s shoulder hurt, throbbed from pain but not like his cock that ached when he saw his wife looking like that. The black lace of her gloves, the low cut of her nightgown, all that skin that was just begging him to explore it.

“Husband.” Vialou slurred the word out, snapping Izzy out of the stupor that he was in to see her. It smelled like gin and lust in the bathroom but there was a light from the camera and he knew that he couldn’t just be the crazy person who broke doors open for a stranger.

He sighed, moving to Vialou, reaching down and picking up his drunk wife from her bathtub she was soaking herself in gin in. She looked at him, drunk and annoyed and she was sure that if she hadn’t drank so much she would have slapped his hands away, told him to not touch her but Vialous had drank enough to just glare instead.

Izzy carried her past the cameras. Not bothering to glance at them as he moved to lay his wife in their marriage bed, tucking her in as he moved, shutting the lamp off and bathing the room in darkness as the producer and cameraman groaned at Izzy. He wasn’t going to make this easy for them.

“You look absolutely stunning, my Vialou. Try to get some sleep so I can enjoy you in the morning.” Izzy kissed the side of her mouth, Vialou feeling dizzy closed her eyes, smirking as she realized that Izzy had noticed what she was wearing and found her attractive. At least her husband did like her, even if he was an idiot.

Izzy settled down in the chair across from the bed, looking at his wife who was sure to have a terrible hangover in the morning. He watched his wife, not trusting himself in bed with her and wondered what the next eight weeks with her would bring.

Next time on Married at First sight. Three more of our couples who said ‘I do’ share their first night together as man and wife. Will old  love stories be revisited and will new love stories begin? Find out next time.

[mommy-shark-blog]

When I say I am absolutely not a prudish person, please believe me.

In fact, I'm one of the only people I know that not only know that Anne Rice wrote 4 VERY erotic novels under the nom de plume A. N. Roquelaure, but owned them all, well thumbed (pun intended) copies I would read alone in the dark of night. If you haven't read them, I highly recommend them. They're nasty, freaky, and so sexy.

So, again, not prudish. Yet, whenever I see fan fiction depicting Aziraphale and Crowley in extremely dirty scenarios, I instantly blush and turn away. And while I was stuck in the hospital for the second time in a matter of weeks and passed the time rewatching GO season 2 for the umpteenth time, I finally understood why.

For me, Aziraphale and Crowley exist in a world of old Hollywood romances. Where a va va voom kiss is the pinnacle of romance, where the dance that leads to that kiss is sexy in its simplicity and innocence. Where a loaded gaze says all that is being unsaid, but understood on a cellular level. Where a soft touch on the arm is the only love language that is needed.

Please do not get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE that so many people are writing their own provocative fan fictions, and this is in no way an admonishment to any one writing them. Please keep writing them, please make them as filthy as you can/want.

I'm just here trying to give a voice to those who, like me, shy away from them and may not understand why.

We just prefer a little more Fred and Ginger and a little less Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson when it comes to our Azariphale and Crowley fantasies.

And that's ok. It's just a different kind of dance.

[marvelobsessed134]

A rant about a horrible movie I just watched I stopped midway cause I couldn’t finish it it was so bad😍

So literally like 20 minutes ago I wanted to see this movie I saw on HBO Max called Rock Of Ages. The description read that it was a story about a girl falling in love with an aspiring 80s rockstar. Literally up my alley right?

Well anyways I play the movie getting excited. Paradise City plays in the intro so I’m getting hyped. The first scene is where the main character is on a bus on her way to Los Angeles. She’s flipping through her records in her small suitcase. I think everything’s fine and dandy until she starts to sing.

Now I don’t think the actress is a bad singer but I didn’t know it was gonna be a musical. I didn’t want it to be a musical as I’m not a big fan of them. Well anyways I decide to keep going because I think that maybe it will actually be good and will only have a small amount of musical sequences. Nope. She gets out the bus and starts singing AGAIN. Then it cuts to inside this rock club where these rocker boys are dancing around (not on stage btw so another musical sequence) singing Nothin’ But A Good Time by Poison and I will admit I did jam out to it.

There’s this one character who looked like a mix of Douglas Booth’s Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. And clearly they were trying to make him look like Nikki it was so embarrassingly obvious. Anyways I’m like “ok he’s kind of cute” then he speaks with a British accent. I have nothing against British people but it’s so random. And even if the actor is British he could’ve just faked and American accent like how every other British actor does.

So that was disappointing. Anyways the plot goes that the main character is outside the club and this rocker guy talks to her as a way to mug her. Which he gets away with. The love interest-who’s hair is way too short for a ‘rockstar’ of the 80s-takes his sweet ol time trying to help her get her suitcase but it’s too late.

He reveals he’s a bar back and wants to be a rockstar like his (fictional) idol, Stacee Jaxx (played by Tom Cruise funnily enough). Anyways she complains that all her records are gone. He manages to get her a job as a waitress at the club. It then cuts to a scene where they’re both at a record store and it’s kind of sweet how they’re bonding over records and such. Until he starts to sing. Que another musical sequence.

It then cuts to the British Nikki Sixx looking guy I mentioned earlier and the owner of the club who’s this older guy singing and dancing to a completely different song. It then cuts back to the two in the record store singing their song and so on and so forth. Then once the singing and dancing ends (by the way the main love interest picked up a guitar and doesn’t play it the whole musical scene) it cuts to the British Nikki Sixx and the club owner and they’re literally about to kiss. And of course I have no problem with gay relationships I’m literally bisexual that would be hypocritical of me. But it was just so random and weird? Like we knew nothing about these people and now they’re almost about to kiss. I don’t know.

There’s also a scene before all this about a mayor election that has nothing to do with the characters and it’s so random. Like am I supposed to care?

Anyways the almost kiss scene is when I died of cringe and turned it off. Maybe I’ll go back and watch it but I don’t know.

The movie is called Rock Of Ages btw. Came out in 2012 so I guess that might explain some things?