#vince neil smut

[marvelobsessed134]

Groupie Love

Mötley Crüe x Fem!reader

A/n: Told y’all it was gonna be a gang bang

Warnings: smut with like 0 plot, Dom!Mötley, Sub!reader, squirting, fingering, gang bang, degradation, praise kink, reader is gagged, bondage, and I think that’s it.

No summary what’s the point

You don’t know how it happened, but you were naked lying on Nikki Sixx’s bed, the four men standing around you with their hard cocks dripping with precum.

Your wrists were tied to the bed posts, you were just helplessly laying there. “Look at her,” Nikki grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “She’s all ready for us now. I’ll bet she’s soaking wet.” And you were, your slick dripping onto the red sheets.

“Yeah, bet shes been thinking about this for awhile. You’re a little minx.” Mick smirked. You’ve never heard such words come out of his mouth before.

You were gagged too, the ball gag secured snuggly around your head, drool slipping out from the corners of your mouth. You whimpered and Vince walked up to you, caressing your face. “I know, you want us to touch you. But you won’t have to wait any longer right boys?”

“Yeah!” Tommy smirked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Nikki rolled his eyes before coming level with your pussy. He licked a bold strip against it and you moaned, though it was muffled by the gag.

You squirmed, pulling at the cuffs as he ate you out. You saw Tommy walk towards you, groping your left breast while Vince groped your right. Mick straddled you, his cock grazing against your chin. The guitarist unclasped the gag, and quickly replaced it with his cock.

Your eyes widened at the sudden force, tears forming in your eyes as you choked and gagged around his length as he thrusted into you. “Fuck yes, such a good cocksucker.” You hummed in agreement, the vibrations causing him to roll his eyes back as he sped up his movements. Between this, the two men tweaking and sucking your nipples, and the man between your legs you were overstimulated but you didn’t want it to stop.

You moaned around Micks cock as you came, squirting your juices all over Nikki’s face.

“Holy fuck, you taste so good babe.” The bassist groaned.

It wasn’t long before mick came down your throat. You had a hard time swallowing it but you did like the good girl you were.

Then, roles were reversed and now Vince was between your legs, pumping his fingers in and out of you, rubbing your clit at a rapid speed. Tommys cock was down your throat, and Mick and Nikki were jerking off while playing with your tits.

“If I make her cum the fastest I get her pussy.” Vince announced.

“Yeah? Well- fuck- you can’t make a woman cum like I can.” Nikki boasted.

“Yeah? Watch and learn, Bassist.” The frontman said before hitting your g spot every time. You were gagging around Tommys huge cock, and you felt cum splatter on your torso.

You clenched around Vince’s fingers and moaned loudly around Tommy as you squirted once again.

“Ha, see? Fuckin knew it.” The blonde smirked before licking up your juices and quickly entering into you, wasting no time fucking into you.

Tommy shot his load down your throat, and you gagged once again before finally swallowing it. “Such a good little slut.” Tommy praised.

“Fuck yeah she is, taking us like a good girl.” Mick commented.

“She’s so fucking tight oh my god.” Vince moaned.

“Taking Vince’s fat cock like a slut.” Nikki groaned.

Before you knew it, the singer was coming inside of you and you were cumming once again, feeling extremely overwhelmed. You let your eyes close, and soon enough you drifted into unconsciousness.

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 6 oral fixation and innocence

Vince neil

Oral fixation and innocence

Summary: reader has a bad habit of putting things in her mouth and Vince helps her out.

Warnings: innocent/naive reader, oral (m receiving) 

Master list

"Stop that" Vince says softly trying to sound annoyed with you as he grabs your wrist and pulled your hand away from your mouth. He drops your wrist letting it land next to you. You let out a small whine as he does. "Don't do that either" Vince says sternly. You knew you would bite your nails until you bled if he didn't stop you but his helpfulness didn't feel very helpful in this moment it just felt annoying.

You move your hand from your side to your chest. Your fingers find the pendant of the necklace Vince bought for you on your birthday. You played with it instead of biting off your nails.

He watches you finger tips fiddle with the pendant before his eyes return to his book. You sat next to him on his bed, legs thrown over his lap and a book in yours. His room was warm but not uncomfortable, stuffy from having his door closed. You read quietly keeping your fingers from your mouth.

You absentmindedly pull your already bitten and scabbed bottom lip into your mouth. You lick at your lip from the inside of your mouth for a while before you begin sucking on it.

Your teeth scrape the small scabs that had formed earlier to day from you biting it. The metallic taste of blood mixed in with your spit covers your tongue making it even more enjoyable to suck on. You were barely paying attention to it until Vince let out a sigh. His thumb pulls your lip from your mouth and you look up at him through your eye lashes.

"Your gonna end up with scars all over your lip if you don't quit it" he says his thumb softly dragging along your lip collecting your spit and some small beads of blood. Vince basks in the way you jutt your lip out further against his thumb. "I'm sorry Vince" you mumble against his thumb smiling sweetly before returning to the pages of your book.

He wasn't mad at you he was aware that you had a habit of sticking things in your mouth, it wasn’t ever deliberate and he thought it was beyond cute. He loved watching you suck your thumb or countless lollipops. He didn’t love watching you bite your nails raw or chew your lip till you bled. He didn’t love watching you put choking hazards and breakable objects in your mouth. Although he thought it was terribly funny when you chewed your pen until blue ink exploded in your mouth.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he hums softly, you can feel the vibrations deep in his chest and it soothes you. you don't notice yourself bringing the necklace’s charm to your lips. First just pressing the cool metal to your bottom lip, pouting against it.

Vince didn't pay any mind to this yet but you knew he would pull it away from you once he noticed. You swipe the cool metal of the pendant back and forth rotating between your top and bottom lip. You try best to stay like this with the metal on the outside of you mouth.

The metal begins to warm up against your lips and you grow tired of the feeling of it on the outside. your lips closed over the chain and your tongue rolled against the metal that was heating up from your spit. You hum contently, the sound got Vince's attention. He looks at you with a raised brow and he rolls his eyes. He hooks his left arm behind you, under your arm and pulls your necklace from your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger. You were surprised for a moment. You look up at him to see he looked completely normal. you decide this is normal and you gently place a hand on his wrist, holding him there steady and nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

He adjusted to it after a bit, continued reading as normal. Then you had to go and shut his brain down. Lips pressing against the bases of his fingers, tongue rolling slightly before it flattened against them. He watched your face now as your cheeks hollowed out and his breath got stuck in his throat. His fingers were just resting in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. But it was enough, Warm and wet.

you had no idea that it was distracting him in the way it was, and that made it even hotter to him.  He pulled his fingers back just slightly before returning them to your tongue. He pulled them back again, but this time you sucked them back, cheeks hollowing further and tongue holding him tight. Vince exhaled shakily, his book and the world inside of it forgotten. He switched hands, pulling his left from your mouth and holding your neck with it instead, damp fingers dancing across the column of your throat.

He watched the goosebumps cover your skin as the room’s air cooled your spit. He didn’t waste time pressing the index and middle fingers of his right hand into your mouth, all the way until your pillow lips rested just above his knuckles. You didn’t mind, even as he could feel the slope of your tongue leading back and down your throat. He let his hand get comfortable, thumb pressing into your jaw, pinky and marriage finger holding your face, you let him. This wasn’t just for you anymore he’d decided. 

You couldn’t read your book anymore, his arm in the way and his hands taking control of how much your head could move or look around. He moved your book away for you. He moved his legs so that yours would shift down, slide up until they were resting over his crotch. You didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans, you didn’t feel his hardened cock pressing against the backs of your thighs. He was hot. What kind of idiot wears a black long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans in the middle of summer. What kind of idiot shoves his fingers in a mouth of which he’s jerked off to the thought of countless times. The mouth of a girl he’d been obsessed with for ages but swore to himself he’d never give into his perverse temptations. 

He didn’t feel guilty. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that you didn’t know what he was doing. He probably should’ve felt some guilt, but he didn’t. He’d reflect on that later.   He slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching the way you took it peacefully, head resting against his fingers holding you up. You sucked his fingers into your mouth and whined softly, contentedly,  the sound almost made him bust in his jeans.

He knew you’d like giving him head. If you knew what head was. He’d figured that out ages ago. He thought about it a lot. “Baby?” His voice almost shook. You hummed in question around his fingers and he felt the vibration in his wrist. He wanted it to be his cock. “How ‘bout you suck on somethin’ else, hm? Fingers are gonna get pruny real soon.” He laughed softly to cover up him almost moaning when you let his fingers go with a wet pop of your lips.

“Like what?” You looked up at him with your big wet eyes, pouty wet lips, face still resting against his hand. He struggled to find the words, his hand fell to your thigh and squeezed. “Need you to move pretty girl, lay between my legs okay? On your tummy?” He spoke and you didn’t respond verbally. He held back a groan, watching you wordlessly comply. immediately moving to lay on your stomach between his thighs just like he asked. His girl, always so willing to please.

He palmed his bulge through his jeans, and you watched curiously. He loved the look on your face wonder and curiosity, no timidness or arousal, this face he loved and touched himself to ritualistically. He messed with his belt distractedly and unzipped his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers down past his balls. His stomach tensed when you tensed, flinching at the sight of his aching dick springing up to life.

His tip was pink and swollen, only a few inches away from your intrigued eyes. His long fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady. He hadn’t even gotten to say anything to you before you were wrapping your bitten lips around his head, tongue flitting against his slit.   You hummed at the taste and he groaned at both the sight and feeling. You gasped softly and pulled back wide eyes meeting his blown out ones. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with a tilt of your head, voice already filling with guilt.

He shook his head, “No, no baby.” His hand cupping your face gently, swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It just felt so good.” You watched him swallow nothing and he laced his hand in your hair, gently guiding you back. “You can keep going baby.”  Happily, you complied. Continuing on, taking his tip back into your mouth. It rested on your tongue heavier than his fingers had, you loved it. You loved the sweet, salty taste that graced your tongue as you sucked softly.

He avoided making too much noise or moving too much, he didn’t want to startle you again. But as you got more comfortable, so did he. Soft sighs falling from his mouth that made you feel a way you couldn’t understand. You hummed again around him and he couldn’t help himself, his hand tightened in your hair and his hips pushed up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth. Relaxing your throat as he pushed in a little further until you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent signal to slow down. He complied, petting your hair and whimpering softly under his breath.   Hollowing your cheeks around him, you got more used to the weight of him in your mouth. flicking your tongue over the underside of his head, having him push his hips lightly, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.

He was in heaven, your warm, wet, beautiful mouth around his cock. happily taking him almost all the way without a care in the world. He knew you didn’t understand the sexual nature of what you were doing, but that fact almost made it better for him. His stomach ached with flaming arousal and his toes curled behind you, hand twitching in your hair.   You swallowed around him and his hips bucked slightly, a loud gasp that broke into a whimper and he threw his head back against his pillows. He was about to cum in your mouth. “F-fuck.” He gasped as you pulled your mouth off of him, wet lips still pressed against the underside of his shaft, a loose kiss.

  He took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly. He couldn’t believe you edged him, of course you hadn’t meant to, but still it stole his breath and thoughts. “It feels good?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “This is my first time that I’ve ever seen one.” You blushed, watching him. He already knew that. He didn’t get to respond to you before you were asking another question. “Have you shown other people before?” You asked and his cock jumped in his hand. His sweet and innocent girl asking questions about the dirty things he’s done.

  “Yeah, I have.” His voice was shaky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way you pouted, it made his stomach churn with heat. The pout wasn’t there long before you got distracted again. He’d expected another question from you.

 

Instead, you lowered your head and slotted your open wet mouth over his balls, sucking one of them gently into your mouth.   “Fuck! Feels good- shit, good girl.” He moaned loudly, reminding himself that you were jumpy and he had to shut up as he jerked his dick faster, an orgasm hurtling toward him.

He wasn’t sure when him helping you with your habit turned into you helping him cum, but he didn’t mind as he felt his cock throb between his fingers. “Shit- s’good babydoll shit-” he groaned and his hips shook, you hummed in satisfaction, thrilled by the praise. It sent shocks of vibrations that he couldn’t handle and soon he was cumming in his own fist, thick and warm, dripping over his fingers.

His stifled moaning got your attention and you lifted your head in time to watch him cum just inches from your face. It was mesmerizing.   “What’s that?” You asked timidly and he laughed softly as he caught his breath. He made sure it was all on his hand before he fixed his jeans, grabbing your arm with his clean hand and pulling you up to him so you’d sit back in his lap like you had before.

“It’s cum baby, means you made me feel really, really good.” He kissed your temple. And you pulled his wrist up closer to you, looking at it closely.   He desperately wanted to go clean his hand, but more than that, he wanted to have his cum in your mouth. His heart beat heavily against his chest. “D’you wanna taste it?” He asked and you were nodding before he finished speaking.

He grinned crookedly and pressed two fingers wet with cum past your swollen lips. You hummed and sucked it off his fingers, head lolling against his shoulder. He kissed the crown of your head. “See? ‘S all better now, huh.” He spoke, to himself as well as you, holding you adoringly against his chest. He didn’t understand what happened, how he got you with his cock down your throat, but in no way was he complaining.

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Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

[sunsetsixx]

i want this specific vince to ruin me

[vinces-bbgirl]

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More sub vince??

Friends ~ Vince Neil

[Sub!VinceNeil x Fem!Dom!Reader]

Summary: you walk into your friend’s room without knocking

Warnings: sub/Dom dynamic, masturbation, unprotected sex, slight mommy kink, oral sex (m receiving), allusion to praise kink

Masterlist

A/N: sorry this took so long

You went out with Tommy and a friend to go to a club and have some fun but had to return to the hotel because you forgot your purse. You were sharing a hotel room with Vince due to a mixture of budget cuts and room shortage.

You opened the oak door and a small gasp escaped your parted lips when you saw Vince sat on his bed. He was shirtless, trousers pushed messily down to his mid-thigh and cock in hand, small moans and whimpers rolling off his tongue. His head lolled back.

He let out a startled yelp when he noticed you standing in the door way and rushed to grab a pillow to cover himself. A blush rose to his cheeks and he whined, "Y/N, I-I didn't hear you coming up the stairs,"

The singer was your best friend, you were closer to him than any of the other members of the band, and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't attractive. Wet pooled in your panties at the sight of him so flustered, "It's alright, Vinnie," you made your way towards him, pulling off your jacket and letting it fall to the floor.

"You gonna be m'good boy and move that pillow?" you muttered, taking the blonde’s chin in your hand and tilting his head towards you. He bit his lip, nodding. "Need words, baby," you tutted, leaning down so your lips ghosted against his.

"Yeah," Vince whimpered, moving the pillow and letting his cock lay against his lower stomach. "Yes, what?" you spoke, letting go of his chin and leaning back up.

"Yes, mommy," he answered, his hips bucking slightly. You shot him a grin, moving to climb onto the bed in front of him. You ran your hands up his thighs, fingers inches away from his leaking cock.

Lowering your head, you stuck out your tongue and gave his tip a small kitten lick, moaning at the taste of his precum. He let out a soft moan, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

Deciding not to tease him, you wasted no time in wrapping your lips around his length, relaxing your throat before taking him deeper. He bucked his hips up, causing the head of his cock to hit the back of your throat.

You swallowed around him as to not gag, pulling a loud moan from the man. He grabbed at the bedsheets below him as you began to bob your head at a steady pace, using a hand to make up for what your mouth couldn't take.

"Y/N," the rockstar whined, his breathing ragged as he approached his release, "Gonna- Gonna cum.”

You pulled off him, making him whimper at the loss of stimulation. Before he could complain, you shut him up with a passionate kiss, now moving to straddle him, "Don't whine, baby, don't you wanna cum inside me instead?”

"Yes, please," Vince moved his hands to rest on your upper thighs under your skirt, "Can I take 'em off?"

"Since you asked so nicely," you gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose before lifting your hips up, allowing him to wrap his fingers around the hem of your panties and pull them down your thighs, tossing them to the other side of the room.

Straddling him once again, your fingers messily worked unbuttoning your blouse, slowly exposing your chest to the boy in front of you. Tugging at the fabric, you pulled it from your shoulders and threw it in the direction of your panties.

"Do you wanna do the honours, baby?" you asked him. Vince nodded eagerly, wasting no time in moving his hands behind you and effortlessly unclasping your bra. He discarded it along with your other clothes before stopping to take in your tits.

"Wanna taste them," he licked his lips, moving his gaze to make eye contact with you, "Please,"

"Go ahead, Vinnie," you shot him a grin before moving to hover over his cock, getting ready to take him. He attached his lips to your left nipple, running his tongue over the bud before lightly sucking. You hummed, tangling your fingers in his blonde locks before slowly sinking down on him.

The stretch burned at first but you still let out a loud moan, nobody had ever been this big before. "So fucking big," you breathed, pulling him closer to your chest, "Make mommy feel so good.”

He whimpered against your tit, the praise going straight to his head. After letting yourself adjust to his girth, you lifted yourself up, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back down.

"M-mommy, y'so tight, feels so good," he babbled, pulling away from your chest when you set a steady rhythm. With every roll of your hips, he hit that special bundle of nerves perfectly, making you see stars.

Vince snaked his hand in-between you both, rubbing soft circles on your clit as you continued to bounce on him. With the overwhelming stimulation, you shut your eyes, feeling yourself get closer to your high, "M'close, baby, fuck,"

"Me too, can I?" he moaned at a particularly rough bounce, "Please, mommy, need it,"

"Just abit more, darlin', know you can do it," you bit your lip, the chain in your abdomen getting impossibly tighter with each time you slammed down on him. After a few more bounces, you stilled, crying out as you came.

"Now," you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling in him for a rough kiss, swallowing his moans and whimpers as he released inside you; painting your walls white with his seed.

You pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against his. Vince smiled at you, looking into your eyes with pure adoration, "That was so good," he muttered, leaning back and catching his breath.

In your foggy state of mind, neither of you heard the hotel room door open. However, when a familiar voice spoke, both of you jumped and turned around to look at who was stood in the doorway.

"Well, T-Bone, what do we have here?"

[haywire-hetfield]

hear me out... LISTEN TO ME CAREFULLY!!! bottom vince neil w/ some degradation... i feel like that would be so nifty, i need that freak HUMBLED!!! :P

I'm listening so intently. I love bottom Vince, I love degradation, I love weird little freaks (affectionate) being humbled

There would be so much slut-shaming during. Them making fun of him for being so desperate, so easy. He's practically begging for it.

Branching off of that, them actually making him beg. He likes to act proud and in control, but they make sure he knows he's not. Making him beg for them to touch him, begging for their cock, begging to be allowed to come.

Going multiple rounds with him, maybe not letting him come the first few times (or going the opposite way and making him come until he's overstimulated.)

Being rough with him in general. Yanking his hair, leaving bruises along his skin, just generally manhandling him around.

Them targeting any insecurities he might have, commenting on them and continuing to push the topic.

Perhaps a little choking thrown in too, pressing down until his eyes are watering and he's scratching at their hand/arm to get them off him. (Thinking about that photo of Tommy choking him and his hand covering Vince's entire throat)

Doggystyle being a major position for it. It feels more degrading, more like he's just being used. His face shoved against the bed/floor the entire time, them maybe slipping their fingers into his mouth to have him suck on them.

Thinking a lot about his makeup getting ruined over the course of it all. His lip gloss smeared and his eyeliner running.

[straightouttasantacarla]

Vince Neil x reader bdsm smut

A/N: this was requested by @backstagequeenz . I have had this sitting in my drafts for so long. I finally made the decision to post this so I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing a smut like this so just a warning if it sucks

Warnings: BDSM relationship Sub! Vince Neil Dominant! Reader. whips bondage knife play wax play name calling overall filthy smut

Reader pronouns: she/ her

summary: Vince gets home from a long tour. While on tour he was a bad boy so reader punishes him

Readers pov

I was at home laying in bed waiting for my boyfriend Vince to get home. See today is the day Vince and the boys are supposed to be home from tour. I wanted to go with but they decided it was best if I stayed back here at home.*time skip*Its been about an hour now and I start getting bored. Every room in the house is clean , I've listened to every record on the shelf , I've read almost all the books in this house, what more is there for me to do I wonder.Suddenly an idea pops into my head. What if I surprise Vince with a bondage set up? I quickly run upstairs to our shared room and pull out our box of toys and all things sexual. I place the cuffs right where I want them on the bed frame and pull out a blind fold , a whip , some wax to melt , and a knife. After setting everything up I put on Vince's favorite black and red lingerie set knowing that will get him going. I pair the outfit with some cute black heels and curl my hair before teasing it up. I lay on the bed and wait for the arrival of Vince. *yet another time skip* I start drifting off to sleep until I hear a loud knocking on the front door. That's gotta be Vince. The front door opens and I stay put on my place on the bed. Tonight is gonna be amazing.

Vince's pov

I just got home from a long ass tour and I'm so excited to see Y/N. "See ya man! ",Tommy shouts out the passenger window. "See ya fuckers later". I shout back waving and then turning to the driveway of my shared house. I walk up the driveway to the porch and knock. I didn't think my knocking was loud enough so I began knocking louder. Surely Y/N is home. Her car is parked out front, she's gotta be here. I unlock the front door and step inside. "Y/N? You home? Babygirl?" No response. I start to get a bit worried. I set my bags down and walk upstairs to our bedroom to see the light on and the door slightly open. "Y/N?" I question. " In here Vincent", her sexy voice calls out to me. I push the door open to see her laid on the bed in a sexy red and black lingerie set and some black heels. Tonight is gonna be amazing

Readers pov

Vince opens the door and gives me the reaction I was hoping. His mouth is wide open and his eyes are huge. "surprise baby". He looks at me and slowly walks to the bed"surprise baby indeed. What's all this for?" I smile and crawl towards him "I wanted to punish you. You've were a bad boy when you were gone weren't you?" "Y-yes kitten" Vince stutters out. "Tsk tsk. What I think you should do is strip and lay on the bed for me. Can you be a good boy for me and do that?" Vince nods. "Words" "Yes Kitten". Vince does as told and I cuff his hands to the bed. "Now , tell me. Who did you fuck on tour?" Vince looks at me "I had a threesome with these two hot chicks in Las Vegas. Man they were good. Oh and me Nikki and Tommy all took turns fucking this one girl after a show." I shake my head. "You've been a bad bad boy Vince. I think you need to be punished." Vince looks up at me. "What are you gonna do kitten? Are you gonna whip me , maybe run a blade down my body? Oh you could drip some hot wax on me." I giggle. "Be patient and you'll see". I walk over to our box of "special" items and pull out a whip as well as a candle and knife. "Don't make any moves while I punish you. Understand?" "Yes ma'am" Vince answers."good boy". I climb on top of Vince and straddle his waist slowly dragging a knife down his body. I begin rocking back and forth grinding on him. "Mhmm mommy that feels so good." I drag the knife across his chest."Shh baby. No talking. Just let me make you feel good" "yes kitten" Vince responds. I continue my actions until I think he's had enough. "Mmm you took that so well for me baby. I think you deserve a reward don't you Vince?" "Yes ma'am. please reward me. I was so good for you please." Vince was pretty well behaved for me so I thought "fuck it". I pull his boxers down making his dick spring up hitting his stomach. "How bad do you want me baby?" I question. "So bad kitten. I need you to please me." I reach down grabbing his cock in my hand as I take him into my mouth. I start to bob my head up and down on him making him let out pornographic moans. " Oh fuck babe. Oh yeah. This feels s'good. So fucking good." Vince starts tugging on the restraints as I continue my actions. " You wanna cum baby boy hmm?" " Yes , yes please let me cum." I take him deep into my throat while I squeeze his balls "then cum." I order. Vince let’s out a loud moan while throwing his head back and releasing down my throat. I swallow all of his cum and open my mouth sticking out my tongue to show him I swallowed it all. “ fuck kitten. You wore me out. How bout you untie me and we cuddle while we watch something yeah?” I nod my head while taking off Vince’s restraints. After we get dressed and clean up we turn on the tv and lie down to cuddle. “ I love you Vince.” “ I love you too y/n”

A/n I hope the story was enjoyable. If there’s anything I can improve on let me know and if there’s any requests always feel free to send them my way

[bloozers]

About me !!!

Requests are open <3

Hi! I’m blaze , I’m 22 and I’m from New Zealand! 🇳🇿 I enjoy music I play instruments such as: electric guitar , bass guitar , and a bit of piano? I also skateboard and I do art. I’m autistic and I’m bisexual my pronouns are she/her ❤️ my top 5 bands atm are: Metallica , Mötley Crüe , GNR , Megadeth and Type O Negative.

People I’ll write for:

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield

Dave Mustaine

Lars Ulrich

Nikki Sixx

Vince Neil

Tommy Lee

Slash

Axl Rose

Duff Mckagen

Steven “popcorn” Adler

Sebastian “baz” bach

Peter Steele

Things I WONT write for!

People who have passed

Non con shit

Anything rlly out the gate like chains,bondage,whips no thx

Death/loss of a loved one

Member x member

MDNI PLZ 😭🙏

[robocoplesb]

Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3

I saw that you have smut posted but if you don't want to write that I can request something sfw.

I'm also taking requests so feel free to message me <3

Request;

Can I have a Nikki Sixx smut where reader is Nikki's soft spot and he's an asshole to everybody but her, so when she's being a brat at soundcheck for the Dr. Feelgood tour he just takes her back to his dressing room and gives her some softdom punishment? Like praising and thigh riding and stuffs?

Thankies!! ^^

I HATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT YOU, nikki sixx.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjob, kisses, jealous!nikki, longfic (?), you and nikki have a long term relationship, praise, degradation, punishment.

author's note: hey bae! apologies for the delay. this is probably the longest thing i've ever written, i hope you don't mind. i don't have that much experience writing smut so I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted! also, really liked your blog:) good read, kisses<3

“— do you think...like...he's okay?” — tommy asked you, almost static as you two watched nikki argue with a random sound crew guy.

“— uhum.” — you muttered, with a carefree expression. you knew better than anyone how stressed nikki was lately. you were probably the only person who understood him, who understood how important that album was to him and how he was really trying. during the recording of the album, you waited for him at home late at night, just to listen to him and be able to help with what was possible.

even though vince, tommy and mick thought you didn't care much for his sudden humor outbursts, you were always keeping an eye on him. did you know that most of the time, he just started yelling at people on pure impulse, but still wanted to prevent something worse from happening.

and, well, the boys loved you like you were part of their “family”, from the moment they met you as nikki's new girlfriend, a few years ago, they knew you weren't like the others. you kept pace with nikki, but were still very responsible and decided, and that was exactly what he needed. the thing is: not even all that affection they had for you was able to make them not be confused by how nikki was with you compared to others. it was obvious to everyone that you were the love of his life, yet they still couldn't understand how he could be so sweet to you while being such an asshole to everyone else.

and that was exactly what tommy was thinking about when he didn't even notice the bassist approaching you two. but you notice, you took a deep breath and smiled as your eyes followed nikki's figure, relieved because he dropped the argument.

tommy winced, noticing the annoyed expression on nikki's face as he walked. before he could start thinking about the thousands of shit nikki would shout at him at that moment, he saw nikki's expression change instantly as he walked towards you.

“— hey, princess.” — he says to you as he passes by you two, not forgetting to leave a peck on your lips.

honestly, for the drummer, there was no logical explanation for what happened between you and your boyfriend. he starts to consider bringing the idea of always keeping you around to vince and mick, thinking it was the easiest way to deal with nikki.

tommy turned to where you were sitting next to him, wanting to tell you a joke about it, but you weren't there. he quickly scans the stadium and stage, trying to find you. he can see you running after nikki to the dressing room before the two of you disappear behind the curtains.

★

the boys were about 20 minutes waiting for nikki, they had agreed to meet in the stage in ten minutes, for soundcheck, but all they knew was that, according to tommy, you and him disappeared somewhere backstage to make out. mick, visibly irritated, prepared to grab his guitar and head back to the dressing room when the bassist finally appeared. he seemed calmer, it was evident for the stupid smile on his face and (your) red lipstick stains on his neck. the guitarist wants to punch him for how calm he looks even though he knows he is 20 minutes late.

by the time he arrives at his position on stage, you sit in another corner of the stage, a little away from the musicians.

"— so, are we starting this shit or what?"

they went through five songs before the first break (which happened because vince said he wanted to go over some more lyrics again). nikki slung the bass over her shoulder and looked at where you were a few minutes ago, recording the soundcheck. he remembers seeing you there at the beginning of the last song, but now, you weren't there anymore.

he looked back and saw tommy walking to the dressing room. he shouted, getting the drummer's attention.

“— tommy, have you seen yn around here?"

“— nah, man. she must have gone to get some water or something” — he said quickly and went back on his way.

nikki imagined the same and didn't care too much at first, walking to his own dressing room. at least, he didn't care too much until he saw where you were. or better, who you were with. when he looked at the door, a plate with his name carved behind you and a very familiar man. evan-fucking-decker. he stood there, watching, trying to figure out the possibility of evan decker showing up backstage at a mötley crue concert and meeting you.

so, evan was like a roadie for the band for a few years, a long time ago. things kind of ended with him when he and nikki had an little intense argument. years later, at a festival, they met again, but this time you and nikki were already together. your boyfriend was at least surprised when you and the blonde recognized each other. when you were alone again, you told him you met evan as teenager, at summer camp, and that you stopped talking after he confessed liking you.

normally, nikki didn't give a shit about things from the past, like relationships and stuff like that. however, nikki remembered one time talking to evan late at night, drinking and talking about their lives. he remembered evan telling about a girl he fell in love with when he was younger. he remembered the whole story, actually, including the part where he said he hoped to meet her again someday, maybe get a second chance. maybe that memory made him think he noticed something different in evan's look at you. after that day, you met a few more times, always at music-related events, but nikki always looked sulky when he saw that man's face. until today, you didn't knew why.

“— sixx! it's been so long!” — fuck. did he really have to talk to that guy?

nikki fakes his best smile as he walks up to you both, putting an arm around your waist and leaves a kiss on your cheek.

“— hey, evan, didn't know you would be here today!” — he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible as his hand lightly squeezed you waist.

“— ah, my friend is helping with the production. decided to stop by to visit an old friend.” — evan looked at you as he spoke, blushing a little.

you laughed as nikki tried very hard not to open that dressing room door and lock himself in there with you until he left. the feel of your head resting on his shoulder may have been what calmed him down.

“— so, hm..you are...like..” — he said, looking a little nervous when he noticed how close you and nikki were.

“— yes! for three years. you didn't knew?"

nikki thanks you for answering before him. for him, it was amazing the way evan's expression changed from excitement to disappointment. he wanted to laugh, looking like a bully kid at school.

“— no..hm, i heard something about it but i didn't believe.” — he said, kinda awkwardly .

“— why not?” — you asked, laughing, like it was a joke.

“— ah, you know...” — he chuckles — “— you are kind of opposite spirits.”

you got confused. in fact, one of the reasons you were attracted to nikki since the first time you saw him, it was how you felt he was the first person who shared the same thoughts as you. how you felt understood.

before thinking of an answer, you turned to your boyfriend, noticing how silent he was. something nikki didn't know about you is that you could read his thoughts just by hearing his voice on the phone. you always knew how he was feeling, and although there were few times he got jealous of you, did you notice his grip on your waist, almost possessive, and the look at evan, almost murderous.

you thought it was funny, and it was a good opportunity to get rid of the boredom you was feeling all morning. you quickly say goodbye to evan, pushing nikki into the dressing room.

“— finally.” — he says, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch. “— i can't stand that guy.”

you laughed as you closed the door. you went to the couch too, sitting on nikki's lap.

“— i can't believe you're jealous of a guy i haven't seen in almost three years.” — you said in a mocking tone as you settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“— apparently, three years wasn't enough for him to forget you.” — he rolled his eyes, trying hard not to give in to your touch.

“— why are you so affected by this?” — you asked as looked into his eyes. “— i didn't even remember his name. i'm not his friend since i was 15. i thought you were more confident..” — you smiled, teasing him.

“— and i thought you were smarter.” — he said seriously, making you start to get annoyed at his childish behavior. “— honestly, he fucking asked if we are dating, when he knows we are, because you said it when he met us at that festival. he was literally waiting for you to say no so he could take you to the nearest bathroom and-”

“— fine! fuck it, i understood!” — you interrupted him, putting your hand over his mouth for him to stop talking — “— fucking gross, sixx.." — you said a little disgusted, wondering how he was going to finish that sentence.

he gently grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his face. “— well, that's exactly what he wants, whether you like it or not. and, you know, i'm generally not a big fan of guys who want to try their luck with my girlfriend.”

you smile and hold back your laughter "— i'm not going to argue with you because you look really cute when you get all possessive." — you get closer, leaving a few kisses on his face.

and nikki tries to maintain that tough pose, but when he feels you so close, after 20 minutes away, and knowing that now he will have to spend at least an hour without touching you, it seems like pride just disappears. nikki has always been like this with you, but only with you. it was physically impossible for him not to treat you like a goddess 100% of the time. and he saw you like that, as a point of light and comfort in his mind, he absolutely adored you.

you giggle against his skin as you feel his fingertips caress your hips. you pull away and stare at him for a moment. god, nikki was the most beautiful man in the world, you were sure of that.

his redemption to your charms is sealed by the gentle kiss he leaves on your lips. he feels like he melts with the artificial strawberry taste on your lips, pulling you closer until it's impossible to deepen that kiss any further. but it was still gentle, the way he held you by your waist, or how he smiled when he felt you moan softly against his lips, it was gentle.

you wish it had lasted longer. in fact, if you had known that the conversation with evan would take up so much of the time that you and nikki could have been making out on the couch, you would've said goodbye before. but you only realized when mick's angry voice sounded through the dressing room.

“— seriously, sixx, feel free to get into yn's pants AFTER the show ends, preferably”

you realize that nikki is ready to shout some childishness at mick, but thinks it's not worth it. you two would have more time after soundcheck, right?

before he says anything, you grab his face and kiss him again. less time consuming, sweet enough to make him forget whatever he was going to yell at mick.

you get off his lap and he kisses you one last time before going back to the stage. a simple goodbye that can't hide how much you both wanted to not care about any of that and can simply extend that moment.

★

"— who's that?” — nikki heard tommy ask, but didn't even bother to answer.

actually, tommy didn't care, but he was a little worried about nikki. he saw the bass player standing still for the last 10 minutes after the sound check was over. he thought nikki was going to run into his arms, but he was just staring at you talking to some random guy from afar.

“— ...nikki?” — tommy put his hand on nikki's shoulder, surprised when he felt the bassist walk away abruptly in your direction. confused, he just turned around to sort out his own things.

so, contextualizing, maybe you felt a little bored after a long 20 minutes of lying on the couch and listening to the band practice. I mean, not that it was boring. you loved life on the road, and loved accompanying the boys on tour, but you just didn't do much more than watch the boys all day before going back to the hotel.

it started as a silly joke, you thought nikki didn't even notice. you told evan that you were sorry for saying goodbye so hastily, he just laughed and said he understood. you said a few things to see if he would continue the topic, which he did without hesitation. so, you weren't sure how long you had been here, briefly listening to everything evan was saying, nodding your head to pretend you were paying complete attention as you let yourself catch your eye on nikki on stage from time to time.

you caught him staring a few times, which was the only reason you stayed where you were. you thought it was funny that nikki thought nvan liked you, because besides thinking it was stupid, all you could think about was how impossible it was. he was a nice guy, but wasn't even close to being your type.

In fact, you weren't so sure you thought he was that nice when you felt something akin to relief at being pulled away from him. the weak grip of nikki's hand on your arm, pulling you back to the dressing room, makes you laugh as you look at your boyfriend's serious expression.

“— baby, what's that?” — you say, laughing softly, knowing that nikki's temper wouldn't last long.

and he doesn't answer you, just opening the door and slipping into the room with you again.

"— no, sincerely, what the fuck was that?" - he lets go of your arm, sitting on the couch while rubbing his temples.

"— it was your girlfriend talking with someone, stupid” — You said, testing his patience. you weren't trying to be mean to nikki, you were just interested in the consequences that would bring you.

“— oh no, don't act innocent. you weren't even paying attention to what he was saying!"

“— how do you know? you weren't there!” — you say, holding back a laugh.

ge leans back on the couch, looking at you. “— because not even when you try can you take your attention away from me, right?"

you smile and cross your arms, walking towards him. you slowly sit on his lap, searching for any trace of calm on nikki's face. the depth in his greenish irises is what makes you want to go all the way. you feel his hand go up from your knee to your thigh, you place your hand on top of his, caressing the tips reddened from the bass.

“— you are terrible at teasing” — you both laugh as you adjust yourself on his lap, facing him.

“— really? it's not how you reacted...” — you smiled mischievously as you felt his hands running around your waist.

you know you have what you wanted when you feel the hunger of his lips against yours. the desperate way he squeezes your waist, pulling you closer, wanting more. you moan against his lips during this, feeling the pressure of his leg against your intimacy as he guides your body closer to his.

you immediately feel like you should have held in that fucking moan, because the next one is even louder, when nikki purposely presses her thigh against your clothed pussy again. despite the layers of your clothes, the warm feeling that spreads through your body is not light and it makes you want to cry knowing that he would still tease you for a while longer.

"— that's what you were thinking this whole time, baby? all needy...” — he laughs. you try your best to focus on what he was saying, but you just can't. you feel your body needy, fighting for more contact with nikki's, at a point where it's all you can think about.

you run your fingers along the zipper of his pants, trying to undo it, but is interrupted by nikki's hand patting yours, scolding you.

“— uh-huh...not yet” — the smile he gives you says enough, he wants to see how far you'll go for this. honestly, you could kneel down and beg at that point, but along with the excitement, your ego stayed with you at that moment. "— i won't touch you yet, pretty thing. i want to see how you will relieve yourself now.”

"— nikki-” — you pant, not sure if you can handle his teasing right now.

“— what, honey? did you think i was going to give you everything so easily?” — he took your hand from his crotch, bringing it to his lips and leaving a chaste kiss. “— you will show me that you deserve it first. actually, we both know you don't, hm? but I'll give you what you want anyway, I'll just make you beg a little”

and that's exactly what he does, in that way that he knows turns you on. the cynical look and that provocative smile that never leaves his face as he follows your every move.

he has fun with it all. you let out a whimper of dissatisfaction as you grip his shoulders, revolted by the idea of having to reach your own climax even when your fucking boyfriend was beneath you.

you started with quick movements, using all the strength your sensitive body had at that moment to continue the movements up and down nikki's thigh.

you're sure that with every inch your sex travels against his leg, you get more wet. you try to hold back your moans, wanting to show some control in the situation, but it is impossible. you feel small at nikki's look, frustrated with how he was managing to control himself.

he controls himself well, biting his lip while an arm is around your waist, he looks serene despite the fact that he's holding himself back from ruining you on that couch.

and it was hard to control himself while you looked such a beautiful mess on him. the messy hair, the lip gloss smudged on the corner of the mouth, the shirt strap falling off your shoulder (which made him groan softly when he realized you weren't wearing anything under your shirt)

he could feel the tightness in his own pants as you moved more intensely, listening to the pornographic noises you made. he was sure he could hear it outside the dressing room, he just didn't really care. it wasn't like you could just let yourself care about it now, too busy pleasing yourself.

you pressed your face against nikki's neck, slightly muffling your moans, not like it helped. your whimpers turned into long moans, full of need. nikki understood why your moans became even louder against his skin, noticing how you are trying even harder to move.

“— what, princess? got tired of rubbing yourself like a little whore on me?" — he said mocking.

panting, you hold onto him tightly when you stop moving, feeling your pussy dripping with excitement. he leaves a slap on your ass before grabbing it, his big hands not being gentle at all as he brings his lips closer to your ear.

“— that's what you are, right, baby? my desperate little whore..."

you nod your head. “— i am.” — you whisper. It's funny to see how you struggle to hold onto his words, all to show yourself as his possession.

that's how he made you feel. his. his girl. his whore. all his. and this feeling you gave him, the feeling of possession, of having you, it was the purest confirmation that he was yours just the same.

"— you are, huh?” — he laughs. nikki's hand goes behind your neck, making you look at him. his gaze is deep as he brings his thumb to your lips, slightly parting them to stick a finger in your mouth.

you moan as you run your tongue against his finger. he trails kisses from your chest to your neck. then from your neck to your cheek, stopping at your earlobe.

“— get on your knees for me, princess.”

he takes his finger out of your mouth, lightly patting your cheek before leaning in to kiss you again. he kisses you hungrily, deeply, you reciprocate with the same intensity.

when his lips leave yours, you both know what's going to happen. he leans back on the couch as he watches you get off his lap and kneel between his legs. he smiles at the sight, stroking your hair as you look at him.

"— such a beautiful little thing..."

you don't want him to notice that you blushed at his comment, quickly turning her face and looking at his pants, undoing the zipper. his cock was visibly marked by his already tight leather pants. you hurry to take off his boxers.

you push the tip to your lips, giving kitten-licks while stroking the rest of his length. the moan that nikki lets out sounds relieved. he closes his eyes at the warm feeling of your tongue touching his member.

it doesn't take long for you to take all of him in your mouth. your hands rest on his thighs as you hum against his dick, feeling the tip going deeper, your tongue running from the tip to his balls. you were trying to take it slow, not choke, but your boyfriend didn't contribute much.

despite the loud moans, he wanted more. you were caught off guard when he grabbed your hair to press your face against his crotch, making you gag. you close your eyes and let out a soft moan that is muffled by his cock, trying your best to take deep breaths through your nose, the tip hits deep in your throat. You open your eyes when he softens his grip on your hair, pulling you back before rubbing the dick against your lips.

you moan and lick everything he puts within reach of your tongue. he lets you take a deep breath before pushing his cock into your mouth again, again and again.

“— fuck, that's a good girl. such a good girl for me, princess. taking me so good..."

you hear him moan as he fucks your mouth. you roll your eyes in pleasure at the sensation, feeling a little saliva drip from your mouth to your chest.

“— i'm going to cum so hard in that little mouth.” — he says, feeling the orgasm getting closer and closer. "— my fucking little slut, waiting for me to put you on your place.”

and you like being treated like that, you both know. going from a princess to a whore, making you feel even wetter every time he degrades or praises you.

all that hits you is nikki's loud, hoarse moan as you feel something hot running down your throat. he finally lets go of your hair as you feel his taste invade your senses. it's something fine between sweet and savory, but you couldn't say you don't think it's delicious.

“— so good, princess, so fucking good..." — he says breathlessly. you feel a hand caress your cheek before patting nikki's thigh, inviting you to sit there again.

you gather some strength in your body before practically throwing yourself on nikki's lap. he laughs and hugs your waist before pulling you closer, kissing you again.

he kisses you gently, making you whimper against his mouth every time he makes a move to deepen. the kiss is long, it allows nikki to feel his own taste in your mouth. when he pulls away, you lay your head on his chest.

the tip of your nose rubs against his neck, smelling a soft scent of men's cologne that comforts you and turns you on even more.

“— love you so much, my baby” — he says docilely as his fingertips run from your thighs to your crotch. “— did so good for me”

nikki's simple validation can make you groan, pleased with yourself for taking away his bad mood. “— love you more.." — you say as you lift your head to look at him, your noses touching.

your next kiss is still slow, but not like the other. it's wet, almost sloppy and you both can feel that sexual tension burning through your skin. you moan against his lips when you feel the tip of his finger passing between your legs, caressing your pussy through the fabrics.

“— needing some attention, right, princess?”

he feels your head bump against his shoulder as his hand runs down your pants. fuck, you're going to make a huge mess before this show even starts.

[marvelobsessed134]

Pay for it

A/n: inspired by this wonderful interaction I had with a Vince Neil ai 😍

Pairings: Vince Neil x Tommy Lee x Fem!reader

Warnings: dom!vince, switch!tommy (?), sub!reader, Vince is mean as hell lol, rough sex, dub con (forced blowjob?), reader passes out in the end.

You shouldn’t have been rude to Tommy yesterday. He was just annoying you all day! It’s like the man gets off from it or something. And this morning while you were in bed Vince got a call.

You stirred as you heard him talk on the phone. Whoever it was he seemed irritated by them. Finally he slammed the phone on the receiver.

Just as you were about to drift off the sleep again, the covers were roughly ripped from your body exposing you to the cold air of the room.

Your eyes opened wide in slight fear. The looked down at you, “you wanna tell me why Tommy’s pissed?”

When you didn’t answer, the singer grabbed you and forcefully sat you upright, gripping your chin, “Answer me, bitch.”

“I don’t know! He was just annoying me all day yesterday he doesn’t get to be the upset one!” You whined.

“No whining. You’re gonna apologize to Tommy. Got it?”

“But why? I didn’t even do anything I was just reacting to what he was saying!”

“You were being a brat. You could’ve politely told him to stop or couldve come found me and I’d take care of it. Now you’re gonna have to pay. Come with me.” He grabbed your hand and you almost fell off the bed.

Sometimes being Vince Neil’s submissive wasn’t easy but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He led you down the hallway before stopping at a door. He opened it and inside was a guest bedroom and Tommy stood there with his pants around his ankles.

“Tommy?” You asked out loud.

“This is how you’re going to apologize.” Vince smirked and pushed you inside making you fall to your knees conveniently in front of Tommy’s cock.

“Suck Tommy’s cock like the whore you are” you immediately opened your mouth and took him in, gagging around his length as Vince held your hair and bobbed your head up and down on the drummers cock.

“She’s such a good fuck toy.” The raven haired man moaned.

“Not just that she’s a natural born cocksucker.” Your boyfriend responded with a smirk.

You just sat there as the two men used you like a sex doll.

“Take it all, baby. Show us how much you love that big cock.” The singer commanded darkly as he forced you to suck even faster. Tommy was a mess of moans and groans.

You felt the drummer twitch in your mouth before he came down your throat.

“Swallow it all like the whore you are.” Vince growled.

Finally, he pulled you off of Tommy’s cock. He pulled you to your feet and pressed a hot kiss to your lips before saying, “Now why don’t you try riding Tommy’s cock?”

Your eyes widened and watched in your peripheral vision that Tommy was already lying down, his cock still hard.

Vince pushed you towards Tommy and the drummer grabbed you by your hips. You were already naked from the previous activities between you and Vince last night.

The two men helped you straddle his cock before you lowered yourself down onto him and began to ride him. Tommy controlled your movements by putting his hands on your hips. You moaned as tears sprung in your eyes.

“Look at me when you ride that cock baby.” Vince commanded and you obeyed him, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah, you’re such a slut.” He chuckled as he jerked his own cock.

He came closer to you and you immediately knew what he wanted, wrapping your hand around his shaft and began pumping.

“Fuck, gonna cum again. Let me cum in her pussy.” Tommy moaned.

“Go ahead, she loves it.” He chuckled and moaned.

The two men came nearly the same time as you, Vince shooting his load which landed on your thigh and Tommy’s right into your cunt.

You passed out not long after.

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober list

If you think the list needs changing then put your suggestion in the comments or in my ask box. Once the vote it over the list will not be changeable.

Sorry guys I'm not gonna be writer anything for wrestling anymore I have no motivation to write anything for WWE at all as I lost interest in wrestling a while ago. There will be replacement posts made I'll post the new list once I have written them.

The order of these will probably change too

Day 7 body worship and group sex Nikki sixx, tommy lee and Vince Neil (80s)

Day 8 marking/ biting and breath play Axl rose

Day 9 orgasm denial and toys Slash

Day 10 69 and boot worship Izzy stradlin

Day 11 hate sex power switch Axl rose

Day 12 dry humping and public sex Duff Mckagan

Day 13 object insertion and sexting modern slash

Day 14 face sitting/fucking and degradation Steven Adler

Day 15 forced feminization and jealousy Axl rose

Day 16 overstimulation and breeding Duff Mckagan

Day 17 water sports and femdom Steven Adler

Day 18 impact play Axl rose

Day 19 stupification Slash

Day 20 pet play masterbation Vince Niel

Day 21 dirty talk and tender sex Izzy stradlin

Day 22 suit and uniform Axl and his police hat

Day 23 masked Duff Mckagan in a scream mask

Day 24 remote control toy and public Izzy stradlin

Day 25 guided masterbation Steven Adler

Day 26 oral fixation Vince Neil

Day 27 camera Nikki sixx

Day 28 aphrodisiac and overstimulation Tommy lee

Day 29 voyeurism and sensory depravation tommy lee and Nikki sixx

Day 30 mile high tommy lee

Day 31 new toys Slash

[charlizekkelly]

sticky sweet ; nikki sixx & vince neil

status: complete -> sticky sweet

comment to be tagged <3

snippet: With the utmost care–careful to not wake her–Nikki settled her on her back, Vince’s palms smoothing down her legs as the blond inched her body closer to the bed’s end. Once he was satisfied with her position, Vince sunk to his knees, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh whilst Nikki grasped her wrists and tied the bandana around them, securing them above her head with his hand clasped around the fabric.

[sunsetsixx]

lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.” 

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.” 

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.” 

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time. 

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features. 

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion. 

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?” 

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces. 

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag. 

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.” 

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head. 

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.” 

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour. 

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well. 

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand. 

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. 

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up. 

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head. 

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms. 

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.” 

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.” 

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.” 

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. 

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had. 

~

The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days. 

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me. 

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair. 

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation. 

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer. 

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend. 

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof. 

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now. 

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing. 

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open. 

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–” 

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down. 

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his. 

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion. 

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.” 

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.” 

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working. 

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong. 

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back. 

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.” 

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine. 

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this. 

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well. 

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest. 

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need. 

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

[vinces-bbgirl]

hello everyone ! i know ive been gone for so long , but i promise i'll try and get some fics oit now . so send in some motley crue requests !

[nyxnygma]

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(sub)Vince Neil smut?

Vince visiting the reader at work and ends up eating her out under her desk

A/N: I love this! Hope you don’t mind me adding a mommy kink for my own sake

Missed you, Mommy ~ Vince Neil

[Sub!Vince Neil x Dom!Fem!Reader]

Masterlist

Summary: Vince visits you in your office and he wants to show you how much he missed you

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), Mommy kink, praise kink

With your print outs in your hands, you walked into your office to find a nice surprise. “Vince, you’re back!” You smile as you rush over to hug him, “thought you were suppose to be another two days.”

“I missed you so much,” he hums as he holds you impossibly close, “I needed you.”

“Oh baby, I missed you too!” you giggle as you walk over to sit at your desk, “I have to work though. Do you think you can wait a couple hours for me?”

“But I love you and I want to show how much I missed you!” He pouts. You then see an idea flash in his eyes as he falls to his knees under your desk.

“Vince!” You whisper-shout. You could feel his hot breath on your core, “I need to work.”

“I’ll be quiet!” He reasons, “you can still work.”

You nodded as you tried to look through your papers as you felt his hands slide up your thigh.

His hand moved up to your panties, slipping his fingers under the fabric. His middle finger went from your clit to your entrance then back to your clit, your wetness drenching his finger as you sighed out. You attempted to sort through the papers on your desk.

Vince took his hand out of your panties and moved your thigh to rest over his shoulder making you spread your legs. his fingers went back to your cunt circling his middle finger on your clit lightly. “Just like that Vinnie,” you moaned, your hand reaching back and tugging on his blonde locks. You gave up on trying to carry on working.

“Y’look so beautiful mommy,” Vince whimpered. It made you chuckle to think about how he acts all tough in public but he’ll goes on his knees for you and call you Mommy.

“Thank you baby” you responded. You were about to whisper more praises to him but the door creaked open. You quickly put your legs together, trapping the rockstar between them, and tried to make it look like you were just looking though the print outs.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Your boss nods as a greeting as he walks into the room, “I just need to inquire if you have finished the Thompson Report?”

“Y-yes,” you try to ignore the man between your legs movements, “I was informed I had to hand it to Jenkins.”

“Ah. My apologies,” he shakes his head.

You opened your mouth to speak but Vince’s fingers teased your entrance before slipping his middle finger in pumping it in and out. You hold back a loud moan, you face scrunching up.

“You okay there?” Your boss questions.

“Sorry, sir, girl problems. Y’know?” You pull a fake smile. He nods before exiting the room.

You look down and you planned on scolding the man between your legs. However, you were met with him pouting. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” You asked.

“Wanna taste you,” he mumbled nervously like you wouldn’t let him.

“Okay baby, make me feel good,” you said smiling at him as his eyes lit up. He moved inbetween your legs hooking his fingers around your panties and pulling them off.

“Good boy, alright now get t’work,” you said running your fingers down to your cunt and spreading yourself teasingly. Vince moaned, the vibration making you groan. Vince put one of your thighs over his shoulder and his hand pushed the other to spread you open more for him.

His tongue ran up and down your soaking cunt, making you hum and run your hands through his hair pushing it out of his face. The singer’s lips suctioned around your clit.

“feels so good, Vinnie” you praised as he let off your clit with a pop then fucking you with his tongue as his free hand now did circles on your clit.

“Fuck- baby gonna make me cum already” you huffed out, your eyes closing and back arching. Vince’s lips sucked on your clit once again moaning against it making you moan his name. he moved his hand once again to now finger you, his middle and ring finger pumping in and out of you as he lapped at your clit.

“m’so close baby” you mewled tugging on his hair hard and your other hand gripping the edge of the chair as your mouth hung open mumbling praises and his inaudible things.

“Please cum, mommy” he whimpered before sucking on your clit again. he could feel you clenching around his fingers

“Gonna cum, baby” you cried out, you pressed your cunt against him trying to make him go deeper before releasing on his hand.

“so good f’me” you sighed happily as you leant down to kiss him. His parted lips shined with your slick. You pulled him up to stand up with you.

You looked down at his bulge in his pants. “Cmon let’s go home and sort you out,” you giggle, handing him your coat to hide his guilt.

[haywire-hetfield]

I saw the Vince idea you posted earlier, and especially with the mention of Tommy, it got me thinking: could I suggest top Tommy and bottom Vince?

Sure thing!

Warnings: Anal sex, dressing room sex, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink

Words: 1,076

Tommy hoped that the walls of the dressing room were thick. Music echoed outside of the door, but he still worried that Vince was being loud enough to be heard over it. He’d heard the other plenty of times before and he knew Vince was always loud, although this was a totally different level. 

He’d made a few noises that Tommy swore were close to a wail and he had to admit that it stroked his ego. He enjoyed being able to reduce Vince to a mess, blonde hair messy and body trembling a bit as Tommy fucked into him.

His chest was pressed down onto the counter, now ignoring the mirrors. He’d stared into them for a while when they first started, watching intently. Somewhere along the way, he’d looked away from their reflections and pressed his face down into his arm instead. Tommy suspected it was all too overwhelming for him to keep his head up, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

His noises were muffled a bit now and Tommy considered making him raise his head up, threatening to stop if he looked away from them again. He decided against it, although he kept it in the back of his mind for another time. For now, he just focused on getting them both off. 

“I can feel you in my fucking throat,” Vince said, breaking Tommy away from his thoughts. The words were halfway wheezed out and they made Tommy laugh. He tightened his hold on Vince’s waist and gave a harder thrust, earning a shaky whine. He knew he was big and their height difference only made it seem more noticeable, and Tommy honestly loved every second of it.

“But you’re taking it so well,” Tommy praised, rubbing at the soft skin of Vince’s waist. He didn’t think he was going to last much longer, he never did when he got to fuck Vince. They just worked so well together, it pushed them both over the edge pretty quickly each time they messed around. “You’re so wet for me and so fucking tight,” He continued rambling. 

“Jesus. You’re gonna make me come like that,” Vince said breathlessly. Tommy had no clue if it was because of the words or the increased pace, but he kept both of them up. He figured both worked for Vince. Vince worked a hand down to wrap around himself, forcing his arm between his hips and the rough counter. It was very likely he’d have bruises all along his skin from it, but he didn’t care. 

That was part of why they worked so well. Neither cared about any pain or injuries they sustained doing this, just wanted to chase after the pleasure. It mostly amounted to only bruises and scratches, but both knew they never needed to hold back with the other. 

“I love making you come on my cock,” Tommy murmured, pressing himself closer. The slightly new position made it to where he wasn’t pulling out very far with each thrust, mostly just rocking deeply into him. Vince’s insides rubbed against his cock perfectly, enough to get him off even without thrusting fully and Tommy was pressing right against Vince’s prostate the entire time. “Should try to see if you can do it without touching yourself. I bet you could. You’re so good for me,” He was partially rambling now, but each word seemed to please Vince. 

“Keep fucking me,” Vince managed to get out, voice high and whiny. His hand moved quickly over his cock, moving out of time with Tommy’s thrusts, but it didn’t matter. Both of them were so close that even the most unsteady rhythm would feel perfect. Tommy fucked him so deeply that it almost hurt and he knew he’d be sore by tomorrow, but that was exactly how both men enjoyed it most. 

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice, pace never faltering. Each slide was slick and tight around his cock, and he was certain he’d never felt better when he was fucking anyone else. 

“Fuck. I’m close,” Tommy told him, surprised he had lasted this long. It was a miracle he hadn’t gotten off already, barely holding on. He had a feeling his desire to make the other feel good had a lot to do with how well he was keeping himself together. Now that Vince himself was getting closer to the edge, he worried less about lasting. 

Vince choked out something that Tommy couldn’t understand, suddenly tightening around him so much that it almost hurt. He came with a hard shudder, pressing his face deeper into his arm and moaning shamelessly. Tommy didn’t think he’d ever forget that noise or the way Vince felt and his fingers curled tighter on Vince’s skin. 

“That’s it. Good boy,” Tommy told him, still fucking into him. There was a short amount of time between Vince coming and getting overstimulated. Luckily, Tommy was close enough that it didn’t matter. Once Vince started squirming away from him, he pulled out and tore the condom off so quickly it nearly tore. 

He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked firmly, finding his own release a handful of moments later. His hips shuffled closer so he could come against Vince’s skin, watching it hit his hole before dripping down. Vince was panting under him, lying limply against the counter. 

“Come on,” Tommy encouraged with a bright smile once he was finished. “You’re gonna fuck up your hips like that,” He told him, pulling Vince away from the counter carefully. His legs were jelly as he let Tommy guide him towards the couch, the taller man grabbing a towel along the way. “Let me get you cleaned up and then we can lay down,” He offered and he was gentle as he rubbed the towel along Vince’s skin. 

It was going to be hell if they had to worry about getting a mess all over the couch. Vince barely stayed standing until Tommy was down, collapsing almost immediately once Tommy laid down. He squirmed to get comfortable on Tommy’s chest and could already feel himself falling asleep. 

“Thank you for this,” Vince managed to murmur out before he fell asleep. Tommy wrapped his arms around him tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I really needed this,” He told him and Tommy smiled, knowing both of them had. Sometimes, there were things they needed that only the other could give them.