sstrawbbyshortcake

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

watching history documentaries about ancient cults while drawing porn of my favorite playboy bunny🙏🏻

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

Hi! I’d love a match-up for either Mötley Crüe or GnR, please 💫

I’m a Capricorn in every sense – grounded and always chasing a goal. I thrive on hard work, especially academically. I’ve earned multiple degrees and now have a second job as a university tutor (which I genuinely enjoy – I love helping others grow).

That said, I'm not boring, promise. I curse like a sailor when needed, and once I let go, I really let loose. I’m the kind of person who will show up to a lecture focused and then later be the one instigating tequila shots and shouting along to classic rock.

I’d love men who make me laugh and know how to pull me out of my grind when I forget how to breathe.

(Please don’t peek at my blog! I feel like that would give away my faves too easily 😅)

Thanks so much, I’m really looking forward to seeing who you pick for me! 💕

I match you with Nikki Sixx!

I didn’t peak at your blog so I hope you’re alright with that but let’s get down to business. According to what you wrote about yourself your energy would probably align so well. He has a strong work ethic and a whole lot of determination. Working or living with someone without any aspirations or drive would drive him mad and he definitely needs someone to live up to his stubbornness. I also think he’d really appreciate having someone around he can have a meaningful conversation with especially since life on the road and in the business, surrounded by fans and groupies, can be really shallow.

He’d love a good night out with you, pouring you shots until you can’t walk straight and tease you for the hangover on the next day.

I think him being somewhat gloomy might be a blessing and a curse at the same time. While he is probably not the most cheerful person to be around he can sympathize with feeling exhausted and down. He’d have his own silent ways of cheering you up like slipping little notes on your nightstand.

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

Disco Queen

Nikki Sixx x reader

NSFW, 18+

The Rainbow was packed on the summer night in 1979, what seemed like thousands of kids crowding the nightly sunset boulevard.

They were all on the prowl hoping for some kind of trouble: sex, drugs or rock n roll.

Nikki had indulged in the latter two before the sun had even set but now the game was on. With his jet black hair teased to its maximum height and hanging into his eyes, in tight leather pants, a jagged women’s shirt and his heels he looked like some queer mix of Sid Vicious and an unknown member of the Adam’s family.

He had been on stage only a moment ago with his band London and he was sure they were about to break through that’s how good they were. Totally punk rock and the crowd had been loving it. Now after the gig however he was lingering in the dark and small hallway passageway leading right to the other side of the Rainbow, filled with light, flashy colors, glamorous music and a bar. His interest however wasn’t directed towards any of that. He was on the hunt for fresh meat and the disco girls were so much more interesting than what the dark side of Los Angeles had to offer. He was lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce or alternatively retreating to where he had come from. Just as he was beginning to space out he saw her looking right at him. She stood tall and her gogo boots gave her legs for days, revealing bronzed glowing thighs before a shiny gold mini dress interrupted his train of thoughts. Her hair was big and blown out like Farrah Fawcett’s. A total Bombshell. He could feel the corners of his mouth twitch into a grin and he found himself shaking his head obviously his intentions no good. This chick seemed like she was dying to get a taste of the dark side and who was he to deny her?

He stepped out of the shadows just enough so that she could see him smirk, then his head discretely gestured towards the corner where the bathrooms were located. For just a moment he saw her brows furrow, uncertainty or repulsion perhaps? But what did it matter because he knew what she wanted and he knew that she knew nobody else in this club would be able to give it to her like him.

He headed towards the bathrooms not looking over his shoulder once as he was sure she would follow and she did. Just before he could reach out to touch the door handle her hand grabbed him by the shoulder and she spun him around.

“Hey..”Her eyes were wide with curiosity and her voice faint over the loud music as the dance floor filled.

“Hey” he responded with a practiced grin as if he didn’t have a care in the world “What? You gonna chicken out?”

His near mocking question was met with hesitant resistance. She had never talked to one of the boys dressed all in black screaming angrily into microphones or slamming on their instruments but god did he look good…

“I’m not gonna chicken out! I don’t even know you” she huffed, eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. He seemed like a total loser, like the type of kid who had eaten their lunch behind the trash cans in high school, the type of people she stayed away from. But even though she perhaps would have giggled about him with her friends behind his back this was no longer high school.

“I’m Nikki. Now you know me. So you interested or what?”

She scrunched up her nose a little, giving him an up and down before she jerked her chin towards the bathroom door which he opened with a knowing grin.

The bathroom was quite spacey, one room which he locked immediately, a toilet, a mirror and a sink- grimy and dirty, dirty doodles and lewd quotes scribbled to the walls and the fluorescent light flickered. Pretty bad but it would have to do.

“You look like a vampire..you’re such a freak you know?” She mumbled pacing around the room as if to inspect how disgusting it actually was.

“Yeah? You still wanna get fucked though so you don’t seem to mind it that much. Maybe you’re just desperate.”

He didn’t care either way because he was in for a real treat. Girls like her had looked down on him in school now they wanted a piece of him and who was he to not make the most of it? Nikki stopped her in her tracks to corner her against the bathroom wall, pressing his lips to hers in a firm kiss to which she responded immediately.

She tasted so sweet he almost had to laugh- like maraschino cherries and she smelled like vanilla, so so different from the roughness and destruction he was used to. This was like a taste of the forbidden fruit to him and her both. He kissed her roughly when she grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him back sharply much to his surprise.

“Gentle! You kiss so rude oh my gosh!”

As a response to her whining he only laughed and rolled his eyes

“You that fragile? Can I even fuck you at all huh?”

Girls like that were all the same he thought. Wanting to experience a bad boy and then they’d wanna get wrapped up in cotton, coddled and treated like a princes and-

“I don’t like to kiss hard but I like to fuck hard. You got a rubber?” She snapped loosening the thin string on her dress to make the fabric slip and let her tits out.

His surprise about her words and actions both was written all over his face and she giggled, a little more friendly and amused now that their roles had been established. They were equals here and she wasn’t about to get tossed around just for being a girl who had needs too.

“Uh yeah I got one” he nodded quickly fumbling in his back pocket to pull out the small wrapper which she snatched out of his fingers and guided his hands to her bare chest, urging him to explore her.

Usually hook ups in bathrooms were a quick rump and dump but she obviously wanted more. His hands cupped her chest thumbs smoothing over her buds before teasingly squeezing them. Then he kissed her again slower this time, letting her suck on his bottom lip and his tongue sliding against hers.

Within a couple heartbeats they had opened his pants, rolled the condom on and she turned around bracing herself on the sink with both hands. Her legs were shaking already with nerves and anticipation alike and she let him slide her panties down, pushing her mini dress up. Looking over her shoulder at him she giggled at the look on his face when he saw her bare flesh. Grinning she wiggled her behind for him, taunting earning her a sharp smack which only caused her to laugh.

“Go on..slow though yeah?”

Nikki nodded, massaging the supple flesh on his hands with an appreciative expression before he guided himself to her entrance and slid inside. His head fell back as he let out a groan, low curses and her eyes rolled back as she gasped, knees buckling. This moment was pure hot white ecstasy. Bliss in its purest and most primal form. She was light headed with pleasure already and for a few seconds neither of them moved simply letting the feeling sink in. In her entire life she had never considered that a lack of foreplay or physical arousal could feel so good and quickly licked on two of her fingers before reaching down to touch herself. Might as well get the job done after all.

“Fuckk you’re tight..” he groaned slowly rolling his hips into her, pulling her body back by a firm grip on her hips at the same pace. Not so long after she gripped the cold ceramic with a grip that turned her knuckles white, back arched into him as every harsh thrust caused her to wail and his head soon turned flush with lust, a thin layer of sweat dusting his upper lip.

The girls climax took her by surprise and force as her eyes rolled back and she cried out, burying her face in her arm until she was done. He followed suit shortly after, finishing with a groan before pulling out.

“Damn…you weren’t lying when you said you like to fuck hard”

For a while she didn’t move, remaining with her face buried in her arm until the tremor in her knees and the fog in her head disappeared and when it did and she straightened up he had already tucked himself back into his pants seeming as if nothing had happened.

“Yeah..gosh..you got a pen?” She huffed, taking a deep breath before shaking out her hair in a futile attempt to conceal the evidence of their activities. She reached a shaky hand up to fix her lipstick, reapplying it.

She snatched the pen from him, scribbling on a paper towel before he could disappear back into the night he had emerged from. She pressed the paper to his chest, slipping out the door before he could.

“Call me yeah? I want more where that came from” with a cheeky grin and a wet kiss goodbye she grabbed her bag and headed towards the exit.

He was left behind the paper with her number in his hand and the oddly pleasant warm tingle of satisfaction in his bones. Maybe this could be the beginning to more fun than he initially had expected.

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

Masterlist

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

Disco Queen (nsfw)

Guns n‘ Roses

Metallica

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

Rules

First and Foremost: My blog = my rules. If you have an issue with that don’t pester me about it you’ll be blocked. I don’t really care about how old you are but I’ll still mark any nsfw content with 18+. If you still chose to interact that’s on you and I’m not responsible for other people’s children online.

ILY ALL ♡

I DO write

-One shots

-Headcanons

- Matchups (please add some important information about yourself eg. your zodiac, MBTI, likes/ dislikes, hobbies etc.)

-Nsfw, Sfw, Fluff, Angst and all the good stuff

-Legal age gaps

-Noncon/Dubcon

I DO NOT write

-Pedophilia/ Ageplay

-Necrophilia

-Nsfw including scat, piss, vomit

-Real person x real person

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

─⋆˚࿔ ཐི heaven on high heels .ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Hii! Here’s my little navigation post feel free to click through the links!

♡ Lili, 19, she/her

I write for Mötley Crüe, GnR and Metallica so far but that list might expand!

My requests are open

Rules

About me

Masterlist

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

Young Nikki. "London" days.

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

im so hungry i could eat jimmy page

[sstrawbbyshortcake]

Nothin’ But A Good Time

Mötley Crüe x Reader

Part 1

1981- Tan, red haired bombshell, wannabe playmate and being the upstairs neighbor of three rowdy rockers: Trouble incoming!

The summer heat was near unbearable, the scorching sun seeming to heat up the roads and the concrete of the city of Angels.

There hadn’t been rain in what felt like forever and the news reported that it was the hottest summer of the west coast in near a decade and it seemed to reflect on the mood of the people. The uptight yuppie chicks wore shorter skirts than ever much to the delight of eager eyes around them and even the golden surfer boys down by Venice Beach stayed in the shade during the midday hours.

A pink faux leather purse on one arm and a bag with groceries on the other Tiffany kicked against the front door to stumble into the cool safety of the stairwell. Nobody ever bothered to lock the front door but it didn’t seem to have a functioning key system anyway. If she would have known life in the golden state would be this run down for her perhaps she would have stayed in her hometown. Although that would have been a dead end as far as her life and success were concerned at least they didn’t have as many roaches or near as much mold in the apartment. She kicked the door back shut and winced as she manhandled the bag of groceries over her shoulder and hoisted herself up the stairs. On the way up she almost collided with a lanky figure rushing around the corner, an enthusiastic grin on his face and a set of car keys in his hand as he bolted for the front door.

“Fuck- watch it!” She hissed clutching onto her bags that had almost dropped in the shock of the moment.

Although tone wasn’t right away rude life had taught her one thing: to speak up in time before you get chewed up and spit out. She’d seen it happen to other girls back home and Los Angeles could only be worse, she did not aspire to be the next.

“Oops- Hi! Sorry!” The man gave her a half hearted and sheepish smile, not seeming too sorry at all in the frenzy of his enthusiasm as he stumbled out the door.

“Weirdo..” she mumbled with her brows scrunched up in confusion as she shook her head when she heard a car rev up outside. She headed towards the stairs once more when another person made their way down the hallway. This damn hallway started to feel like the Hollywood Walk of Fame rather than the entry way to her shabby apartment.

The girl that made her way around the corner was big, big enough for Tiffany to actually start stumbling upstairs because there would be no room for both of them down in the narrow hallway. She seemed happy enough with a relaxed and somewhat self satisfied expression on her face and although the two girls’ eyes met for a moment neither of them reacted. It was probably better this way for both of them. No stupid questions meant no stupid answers.

There was something wrong with her downstairs neighbors she had known it since the day she moved here a month ago. Not just with the neighbors themselves but with the whole building from the roaches to the piles of garbage bags accumulating on the balcony of the ground floor apartment.

The walls smelled odd, like basement in a wet and stale manner and she hoped the stairs wouldn’t break whenever she had to use them.

The three boys living below her were a mystery to her. All she knew was that they played hard music and partied even harder. She could hear them all night long, music blaring, glass crashing and people yelling and laughing. During the daytime whenever she headed to class or the beach she rarely ever saw them and if she did only an infrequent“hi” was exchanged as they stumbled in and out the door with their hair a mess, eyes bloodshot or covered by mirrored sunglasses. And that’s all it was“hi” and “bye” although they seemed nice enough she knew she most likely wasn’t their crowd.

Setting the two heavy bags down on the floor with a groan she locked her door, shuffling over to her pink satin sofa not even bothering to restock her fridge. This tiny studio apartment was her little sanctuary, her home. She had really made the most of it with a few crafting skills and enough creativity she had covered the walls in posters of her favorite bands and ripped out pages from playboy magazines. Her bedding was leopard print, from the charity shop and both the curtains and her fuzzy carpet were pink. A vanity with a huge lipstick mark stained mirror and a rack of clothing that almost seemed to collapse under the weight of the fabric. These four walls were truly her pride and joy. Total teenage sleaze and it was easy to get lost in the fantasy of becoming more than just another girl working in a corner-store. She smiled looking through the pink fabric of her curtains. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, she could have remained stuck in her little Midwest hometown. Ever since she was a little girl she had always known she would seize her dreams and make the most of life but that was easier said than done. With no friends even the Hollywood dream was nothing but another candle in the wind…

A/N: Thank you sooo much for reading! I’ll be posting the full story on Wattpad because it is going to be a long one. If you wanna stay up to date and keep reading please support me on Wattpad 💕