OK WAIT SO GUYS I HAVE THIS WRITING IDEA RIGHT? SO LIKE UR DATING NIKKI SIXX WHEN MOTLEY WENT ON TOUR

imagine chino keeping photos of you in his wallet and showing them in interviews or just to anyone in general

MR. DEFTONES (ALSO I HAVE AN M.LIST IN MY DRAFTS THAT I ADD ONTO AND IK I HAVEN'T POSTED MUCH YET BUT IMK IF I SHOULD POST IT SO THAT U GUYS CAN FIND WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR)

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warnings:none. use of “girlfriend” and “my girl” so fem reader

if you were dating Chino and he was keeping photos of you in his wallet, he would be showing how much he loves you and values you

he'd probably show them to everyone like his friends (even though they know what you look like) or probably people he just met lol

“You wanna see my girlfriend? look at her, man.”

happy chino because people call you beautiful and he gets all happy and proud.

in interviews, you could either be there watching or at home and he'd show at least one of the pictures anyway.

if you couldn't make it, hed talk about you and show a picture and probably be like

“She's my girl, y'know? I gotta keep something of her everywhere I go.”

and he'd have a cute little smile.(he likes calling you “my girl”)

also he'd probably be showing you the pictures too just to remind you of how pretty you are.

(totally be the type to wear “i ❤ my girlfriend” shirts.)

DATING JOEY TEMPEST

TRYING SOMEONE NEW AGAIN YAYY

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warnings: alcohol, small arguments, no nsfw (surprisingly), JUST JOEY BEING A GOOD BOYFRIEND, not proof read

I think Joey's a sweetheart like LOOK AT HIM.

hes just that boyfriend.

maybe you worked for their manager or was somehow related or something.

or you met in Sweden and started dating there.

IDK

definitely the type to give you his jacket whenever even when it wasn't cold. like he be happy seeing his denim jacket on your shoulders or something.

hes romantic but pretty private about his personal life especially with getting more popular and touring America but that won't stop him from taking you out for dinner and stuff.

I think his love language would be quality time. like just sitting on his bed with you while the TV was on and he was writing down little lyrics he could use, and then give you little kisses.

if you're upset or depressed or mad at something or someone hes 100% listening. like a “pretend im not your boyfriend” kind of listening, ykwim?

I can see him being really honest in the sweetest way, he doesn't wanna lie to you but doesn't wanna hurt your feelings.

I mean he won't call you fat if you ask if you look fat in something or in general, he thinks your perfect and he'll tell you that because hes honest and thinks you're perfect.

but if you did ask something you were a little sensitive about and there was no way out of it, hed probably do a cute little head tilt with an almost apologetic smile and wouldn't say much about it.

but if you want his opinion on what to wear, hes there. cleaning out your closet? hes there with the “get rid of” box.

hes lowkey a fashionest lol

if you had a fight with a friend or family and your upset or wondering if you were in the wrong, hed probably tell you what you did was kinda wrong if you were in the wrong, but if they were in the wrong hed comfort you and let you tell him everything. 

probably comes home with flowers randomly.

also he loves when you do his hair. he can't really do anything with his natural hair so when he got a perm he loved how you'd ruffle it and fluff it up.

I think hed like to brush your hair for some reason. even at random times or just with his fingers.

or if you have curly hair and don't want that shit frizzy hed twirl his finger around your curls so they can keep their shape.

does memorize a lot about you

I think you guys would argue a little less than the average couple but it still happens. maybe not yelling but I think it'd just be stressed out and frustrated outbursts but he hates when you go to bed angry at him and hes just laying there on his back.

apologizes first if he's wrong. won't apologize first if you're wrong but maybe at the end of the day to get you to apologize too.

i don't see him getting jealous. like, hes not oblivious about it he knows when someone's flirting with you but I don't think he'd say too much about it. unless someone was flirting with you right in front of him while you guys were literally holding hands and he'd just give the guy a look like “dude im right here.”

hes sure you wouldn't flirt with anyone else but maybe if you drank a little and got a little carried away he'd pull you away from the guy and try and keep you away from the drinks and tell you that he was right here and you can't flirt with other guys. but he wouldn't get too upset over it.

hes just a big sweetheart and loves you and loves to make you happy.

HES TOO SWEET FOR HIS OWN GOOD😭

THE LADY & THE TRAMP TOMMY HCS WERE PERFECT! honestly you couldn’t have written it better and tysm for the effort you put into that i really appreciate it, it was exactly how i imagined it and you’re an amazing writer! :) - the anon who sent that request 🩷

AWWE THANK YOU :) I RALLY APPRECIATE IT I LOVE YOU

IMAGINE DRESSING UP AS AN ANGEL AND THE DEVIL WITH NIKKI FOR HALLOWEEN!!

me saying "I CAN FIX HIM" but hes 64 and already fixed.

I’M DOWN IF YOUR DOWN 🤭 - 🩷

IM DOWN.. DOWN BAD FOR YOU🤭

MY WRITINGS ARE GONNA BE A LOT MORE ACCURATE🤗🤗🤗

ITS ALSO SIGNED AND IM RLLY HAPPY AB IT

MISCALCULATED

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE HUMOROUS THAN SMUTTY BECAUSE I CAN SEE THIS HAPPENING. ALSO MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING A LITTLE SMUTTY THAT ISNT A HC LMK WHAT U THINK

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warnings: smut, unprotected sex

The sounds of panting, wet slaps and moaning filled the dressing room along with the faint screaming of the crowd waiting to see Mötley Crüe play. And also the shouting of Doc McGee. “Goddammit Nikki! Get your fucking ass out here!” Doc shouted from outside the locked door that he also pounded on. “Hold on!” Nikki shouted back out of breath as he hastily pounded his girlfriend on the couch.

 The guys were already on stage waiting for Nikki since he thought it was a good idea to have a quickie before the show but he miscalculated. Not that he tried to do the math anyway. You were close but the mixed sounds Doc screaming at Nikki and the thousands of people Vince got to shout “Fucking dammit Nikki” distracted you quite a bit, but Nikkis groaning and your body kept telling you how good it felt. 

Nikki was close but not close enough, he had to finish now. He pulled out without warning and jerked himself off since his hand could move quicker than his hips. You whined when you didn't feel him inside you anymore and looked back at him to see what he was doing and why he stopped. He threw his head back with a moan when his thick ropes of cum shot onto your back and you looked at him with your brows furrowed in confusion and frustration.

 Nikki didn't get to injoy the after feeling because he stood up quickly, “Fuck, i gotta go.” He told you, aware that you didn't finish. He shouted at Doc annoyed and angrily saying he was coming, not bothering to tie the lace in the front of his leather pants, he hurried to the door almost tripping over himself because of his platform heels, then shut the door behind him when he left. You looked back at the door for a second trying to comprehend what just happened before you shouted. “What the fuck!?”

DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WHO YNGWIE MALMSTEEN IS ANYMORE??😭 SHOULD I DO HIM X READER??

(I WILL START WRITING AGAIN SOON)

hi! i was wondering if you could write something about tramp!tommy lee x lady!reader inspired by lady and the tramp? thank u! :)

HII OMG I HAVEN'T WRITTEN LIKE A LENGTHY THING IN FOREVER SO I USED THIS TO REMEMBER WHAT IT'S LIKE. SORRY IF ITS NOT COMPLETELY WHAT YOU WANTED BUT I TRIED. ALSO I LOOOVE RACCOONS AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF I HAD TO ADD SOMETHING. (I HAVE 24,353 PINS OF RACCOONS SAVED ON PINTEREST..)

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warnings: none. probably a little cringe😭

Leather and Lace

in the neon-lit streets of Sunset Strip, there existed an unlikely pair: Tommy Lee, the wild drummer of Mötley Crüe, and you, a refined lady with a penchant for classy fashion. Their paths collided one smoky night at the legendary Whisky a Go Go.

Tommy, with his tousled hair and his carefree attitude, was the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll excess. He’d just finished a raucous gig, sweat-soaked and adrenaline-fueled. His leather jacket clung to him like a second skin, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

And then there you were —graceful, with a hint of rebellion. you wore lace gloves and a pastel wrap dress that went down to your knees, your eyes framed by kohl-lined perfection. you had wandered into the Whisky, seeking solace from the chaos of life.

yours and tommy's eyes met across the dimly lit room, he was no stranger here and he's seen you the few times you've been here. Tommy, the Tramp, swaggered over, drumsticks still in hand. “Hey, I'm Tommy.im sure you've seen me.” he drawled, “you look like you could have a drink.”

you raised an eyebrow. “And you look like you’ve had one too many.”

He grinned. “Guilty as charged. But tonight, I’m looking for something different. Something real.”

you hesitated, torn between her polished facade and the allure of the Sunset Strip. “I’m not your typical groupie, Tommy.”

He leaned in, close enough to feel the heat of his breath. “Good. Because I’m not your typical rock star.”

And so began their unlikely courtship. Tommy took you on motorcycle rides through Los Angeles, the wind whipping your hair as you both raced toward the stars. They danced at the Rainbow Room, swaying to ballads (even if it wasn't tommys thing but he did it for you), your hearts beating in sync.

But it wasn’t all glitz and glam. Tommy had demons—the kind that haunted hotel rooms and echoed in empty bottles. And you had secrets—the kind that whispered of a past you left behind.

One moonlit night, both sat on the rooftop of the Roxy, overlooking the city. Tommy traced circles on your lace-covered hand. “you know,” he said, “I’ve never met anyone like you.. well, been with anyone like you.”

you chuckled and leaned into his shoulder. “And you are unlike anyone I’ve ever known.. well, been with anyone like you.” you copied.

They shared stories—the highs and lows, the broken dreams and the electric nights. Tommy confessed his fear of fading into obscurity, and [Your Name] revealed her love for raccoons—their masked faces and nocturnal wanderings.

And so, under the L.A stars, they kissed—a collision of rock ‘n roll and elegance. Tommy Lee, the Tramp, and you, the Lady, found their rhythm in the chaos of Mötley nights and lace-clad mornings.