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gremlintheslut · 9 months

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just seen your event. How about 80s Nikki Sixx getting real posessive and dominant because he's jealous / thinks reader was flirting with someone, or something like that?

so he reminds her who she belongs to?

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Nikki sixx x reader (afab)

Warnings: spanking, small argument, blow job

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"what the fuck was that?" Nikki asks you the second he closes the hotel room door. You look at him confused. "don't act dumb you little slut you were flirting with another guy right in front of me!" he yells. "what the fuck are you talking about?" you honestly didn't even remember talking to anyone for more than a minute.

"We were with a ton of people why the fuck would you try to humiliate me like that?" Nikki continues to yell. You have a lot of questions but you're never going to get to ask them. "strip and get on the bed" he says sternly and you don't need to be told twice.

You leave your clothes in a pile near the foot of the bed. "face down ass up" Nikki barks another order at you. You follow obediently and smile to yourself as you do. You didn't even do anything and you know this night is gonna end with you getting fucked.

"you think this funny?" he says. You can hear his belt buckle clacking letting you know he's taking his belt off. You hear him approach the bed slowly. You think he's going to say something, make fun of you maybe. You gasp and your nails claw at the sheets, the feeling of Nikki's belt hitting your rear shocking you.

"do you think that was funny?" he asks before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "because I find it hilarious" he stands up to his full height and says one word before striking you again "Count". He pulls his arm back ready to give you the hardest hit he has. "count!" he yells. "one" you squeak out not knowing he wanted you to count the first one.

He swings his arm down and his belt hits you twice as hard as before. You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from begging him as you know that's not what he wants to hear. "two" you say squeezing your eyes tight ready for the next spank.

Nikki swings his arm down again. The stinging pain causes tears to roll down your cheek. "three" you can taste blood from how hard you're biting your lip. You're trying so hard not to make a sound as you know it would anger him.

You sob but you don't dare let out a sound. "four" The pain is evident in your voice. You hear him chuckle at you. "it's not that bad, calm down" he laughs before hitting you again. "five" More and more tears fall. "six" you can't help but let out audible sobs and it's pissing Nikki off.

"shut the fuck!" he yells pulling his arm back the same as before, he hits you as hard as he can. "seven" you try your best to stifle your whimpers. "fucking cry baby," he says before continuing to his regular force. "eight" your ass burns and you hope he is going to stop at 10.

"nine" Your face is soaking wet and there is a small wet spot on the sheets from your fallen tears. "ten," you say sniffling. Flinch prematurely and let a sigh of relief when he doesn't strike you again. "fuck" you wince as he unexpectedly brings the belt down on you with all his strength one last time.

Nikki laughs at you. You bury your face into the sheet and cry. "oh come on is this not want you wanted? You knew what you were doing when you flirted with that ugly fuck you knew what the consequences were. You were practically begging for" he says leaning down to say it into your ear not caring enough to whisper.

"I'm sorry" you whimper in the sheets. "I know you are. How about you make it up to me?" you know what he wants. He doesn't even need to tell you to get on your knees. You unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. You pull his jeans down to his thighs along with his boxers. His cock springs up and hits his clothed stomach.

Grab the base gently before itten-licking the tip. You can taste his salty precum. you take his tip into your mouth and suck it. You look up at him to make sure you doing good. The expression of pleasure you see displayed on Nikki's face tells you yes.

You begin taking him further into your mouth. You feel Nikki grip the back of your head before pushing you all the way down. You try your best not to gag as he starts fucking your throat. Saying you weren't enjoying this was the understatement of the year but you wanted to get him off so you let him continue.

Your nose hurts from hitting his pubic bone but not as much as your jaw. You feel Nikki's movements stutter followed by a warm thick liquid pouring down your throat. You swallow every drop. He finally pulls out of your mouth and you rub your jaw. "don't ever flirt with anyone else ever again your mine" he says pulling your hair to make you look at him.

"I won't, I swear" you say looking him in the eyes.

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Thanks for reading love ya-gremlin💞💋💗

#Nikki sixx #Nikki sixx smut #Nikki sixx x reader #Nikki sixx x reader smut #Motley crue #Motley crue smut #80s rock n roll #80s rock #80s #hair metal #glam rock

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killazilla777 · 29 days

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#duff mckagan #gnr #guns n roses #80s rock n roll #80s music

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guns-n-jovi · 2 years

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Mercy On Me

Jon Bon Jovi x Fem!Reader

Request: so jon has taken the reader to the studio where the band are writing and recording, and he cant get this song the way he wants it and gets really frustrated. the reader tries to talk to him, get him to take break, ect, and he gets pretty mad and blows up at her. (not that i think darling jon would actually do this) angsty w a fluffy ending if you could!

Submitted by: @risingtripletaurus

Notes: This was a great idea that I really liked! As with my other fanfic- it is possible that I might have strayed a little from the exact prompt in a few areas. But I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Yelling, crying, anger, mentions of breakup

Word count: 2,160

It was no trouble at all for me to pick up lunch for the guys, when they were too busy at the recording studio to leave there themselves. In fact, I enjoyed it; I was glad I could be a help to Jon and the other band members- my close friends.

Now, today, I was walking carefully through the parking lot and towards the door of the studio with hot, delicious-smelling boxes of pizza in my arms. I couldn’t help inhaling deeply over and over again. My mouth was watering, and I hoped they’d share it with me (after all, who had paid for it? Who had driven to the middle of town to get it? Who had brought it to them? Exactly.)

But it was no trouble- no trouble at all. I chuckled at myself, shifting the pizza boxes as gently as I could, freeing my hand. My hand opened, and took firm hold of the door handle, giving it a hard yank before walking down the hall. As I headed down the hall, I stopped momentarily. I had stopped to listen for the normal sounds echoing through the studio- the muffled wail of Jon’s voice, the shredding chords of Richie’s electric guitar, or the hard beats of Tico’s drums. The sound I heard was a different one. It was the sound of loud, fiery yelling. I listened for the shouting to be followed by a chuckle, signaling to me that the band members were only playfully bickering, as they usually did. But I heard Richie’s voice, distinctly, combatting the yelling. I frowned in concern. On sudden instinct, I hurried forward. I once again shifted the pizza boxes in my arms and opened the door, as quietly as I could.

Richie turned. He looked relieved to see me. I observed the scene quickly. As if theatrically posed, Richie was standing facing Jon, who was alone. The other band members were behind Richie, their arms crossed over their chests, and hands planted on their hips. Their body language and facial expressions told me they weren’t happy, and I could tell Jon was not happy. His face was red with anger, and it had a sick look on it, as if he were annoyed, frustrated, angry and nauseated all at once. The others looked relieved to see me.

While Alec stepped to me and took the boxes, giving me a grateful smile, I looked around at all of their faces.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked.

David sighed. “Y/N, will you tell your man to take a chill pill? He’s about to blow.”

I looked at Jon. “Jon, what’s the matter, baby?” I asked, softly.

Desperately, Jon ran his hands through his wavy, golden-brown hair. “I’m trying to work on this song,” his voice was strained. “And I just- I can’t seem to get it right!”

I frowned in worry. “What seems to be the problem? Why can’t you get it?”

Jon flopped down hard in a nearby chair, sitting uncomfortably in a slouched, unbended position. He ran his hands over his face.

“It’s too low,” he said. “I just- I try to sing it! I keep trying, and trying. But my voice cracks. Every time.”

He winced, gingerly touching his neck. “I’ve been trying all morning. My throat is getting sore.”

“Jon,” Richie said, tightly. “You need to take a break.”

“Yeah! Yeah,” Tico agreed, smacking his hands and rubbing them together. “Let’s get into this pizza before it gets cold!”

As the others opened the red-colored cardboard boxes, I looked at Jon in worry. He had never struggled before in anything: writing the lyrics, singing them- it had all come easily for him. I was worried.

Jon was too disturbed to even eat. He looked at the piece of pizza he’d selected, then grimaced, then sighed hopelessly. He repeated this three or four times before he rose to his feet and said, loudly, “No, wait. Hang on. We’re going to try something.”

David looked up, his cheeks stuffed full of pizza. “Now?!” he asked.

“Yes! Now!” Jon clapped. “Up! Let’s try this right now.”

The rest of the band members gave him blank stares. “Um….Jon, we’re EATING.”

He gestured to the open pizza boxes on the floor, in the center of their circle.

“C’mon!” Jon cried. “Let’s do this now! Come on!”

Richie leaned back on his hands, as if he had no intentions of leaving it at all. “No!” he argued.

“Jon! You are being unreasonable!” Tico protested.

“We’re what- two weeks overschedule now? Maybe more? I don’t have time to sit around. I think I can try it again- yes, I think I can.”

He nodded, as if to reassure himself. “So let’s get going.”

“You’re not even gonna let us finish our pizza?” Alec asked, pitifully.

Jon huffed. “Let me do this right now while I think I can!”

David nudged me. I could tell he wanted me to interject. Uncomfortably, but clearly, I spoke up.

“Jon, sit down and eat,” I coaxed. “This can wait!”

Jon’s blue eyes flared. My heart sank, and I felt a twinge of fear. I had never been afraid of Jon before, but now, the look in his back sent a shiver down my spine.

“Cannot!” he retorted. “Not that you’d understand. You obviously don’t know a single thing about making music.”

I felt myself blush. Richie frowned at Jon.

“I’m just trying to help you!” I said, not loudly. “Obviously you’re very stressed. I just want you to feel better!”

“Jon,” Richie gritted his teeth. “Sit down and relax.”

Jon’s eyes were lingering on me. “Did I ask for your help, Y/N? I don’t need your help!”

I blinked. I was frightened, hurt and angered, but all I could do was stare, in shock.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” I blurted. “I may be your wife, Jon, but I will not let you talk to me that way!”

I seemed to have his attention, so I continued, “I know you’re stressed, Jon, and I-”

“What do you mean you know I’m stressed? You don’t know nothin’!”

“Jon!” Richie cried, loudly. “Enough!”

I felt tears begin to sting the backs of my eyes. A lump hardened in my throat.

“I will not just let you talk to me like that,” I said, in a low, gravelly voice.

“Then you can leave!” Jon snapped. His voice was so loud it instantly split my ears. “Go home, Y/N! See if I care! But this is MY record, MY band, and we’re gonna do things the way I think they should be done!”

His outburst was so loud my ears physically hurt. But I quickly forgot that as tears ran over the edges of my eyes and down my cheeks. Choking, I turned, hurrying for the door. Now, the whole room was in silence. I knew the band members were giving Jon cautious, warning glances, but Jon stood smoldering behind.

Crying, because I felt my heart had broken, I stumbled out the door and to my car. Without looking back once, I drove off.

Once home, my mind started to whirl quickly in a cyclone of emotions. Anger, fear, shock- they all swarmed me, all at once. All I could do was cry. Tears streamed down my face, one after another, and my throat ached as I unashamedly let them all flow. I was never normally this sensitive, but Jon had never been angry at me before. He’d only spoken softly to me and lovingly to me. Now that he was angry, I found myself panicked.

Already, I worried about or possible (however, unlikely) breakup, and if a rift had been torn that we could not mend. While it had only been one argument, it was a brutal one- one that rendered me unable to do anything but sob. In addition, I was angry that I’d been spoken to in such a way. I was certain, in my overthinking, overworking mind, that my relationship with Jon might never be restored. I panicked again when I thought of that. So I had to confront him about it so we could be friends again. So we could speak tenderly to one another and love each other in the perfect, sweet bliss that we had before. Already, the fight had seemed to destroy a lot of that.

I left the studio at two, and Jon didn’t come home until seven. I worked every second of those five hours in between trying to figure out just what to say to Jon. Even when he did come home, all that time later, I still was not certain of what I should say. But I heard the front door open, and him come in, singing quietly under his breath.

“Y/N!” he called. “I’m home, darlin’!”

Hearing his voice weakened me again. It tempted me to cry again. The last time I’d heard that voice, it had been loudly yelling at me, hot with anger. I swallowed hard, walking in to see Jon in the living room.

“Hi,” I managed, quietly.

As Jon moved from the doorway, he smiled and kissed my cheek gently. I frowned in confusion. Was he just going to act like the fight never happened? Would it ever be addressed? I hoped it wouldn’t. It was a terrible thing, and I did not want it to be evoked. Still, trying to act withdrawn, I kept my mouth shut and quietly followed along behind Jon.

“I finally got that one note,” he said, then chuckled. “Well, sort of. I ended up having to let Richie do it with me. Although, he didn’t do much better. Heck, his voice is higher than mine, after all.”

Jon ran his hand through his wavy, voluminous hair, smiling to himself. Then, he looked at me. The moment his blue eyes met mine, I felt the dam begin to break. I felt more tears start to come. And they did- seemingly by the gallons, they poured out of my eyes. Sputtering, I covered my face and tried to control it.

“Y/N,” Jon said, softly. There was more compassion in his voice then than there ever had been before.

I felt his arms close around me, and he brought me close against his chest. I was too weakened to resist- I let myself melt into his arms. Although he was the reason my feelings were so hurt, I still let myself close my eyes into the softness of his blue hoodie. The tears created dark smudges on his shoulder. His large hands gently caressed down the back of my hair, before patting just below where my layers cut off. I let myself cry for a moment- and it felt so good. But then, I straightened, and struggled free of his hold on me.

“Don’t worry,” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “I’m fine.”

Jon shook his head. He had a sorry expression on his face.

“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “And I’m to blame. The way I treated you in front of the guys was not acceptable at all.”

He leaned in closer to my face, so he could see my red-rimmed eyes. “Was it?”

Rubbing my nose mercilessly, I shook my head.

“And I need you to know that I’m sorry,” he said. “More sorry about this than I have ever been about anything before. I’ve always thought the worst thing I could do was hurt you. And I did that, didn’t I?”

I nodded. “Jon, it’s fine. You were just stressed out.”

“No,” Jon shook his head, firmly. “No. No excuse whatsoever. I was stressed, I was upset- but that is no excuse for me to talk to terribly to you, Y/N.”

He smiled, his hand gently stroking my damp cheeks. “The most beautiful, smartest, sweetest woman in the whole world.”

I couldn’t help grinning. Already, I was feeling better.

“Once again,” Jon cleared his throat, and resumed seriously, “I apologize. Will you forgive me, Y/N?”

He chuckled. “Will you have mercy on me?”

I giggled. “Of course, I will. I know you were just upset. I know you would never do that, actually. You’re a sweet guy, Jon. I know you’re better than that.”

A look of relief came onto Jon’s face. He allowed himself to smile wider.

“Alright,” he said. He suddenly touched my cheeks and brought my face to his. We kissed, our lips melting into each other’s. I let my hands land at his sides. His entire top half was soft from the warmth of his fluffy, blue hoodie.

“I love you,” he gave me one more kiss. “So much.”

I smiled, closing my eyes. “I love you more.”

As I turned to walk off, after giving his arm a gentle pat, he called, “Hey, Y/N?”

I looked back. “Yes, Jon?”

“Thank you,” he grinned. “For having mercy on me…..”

#That's all folks!#Jon Bon Jovi #Bon Jovi band #Bon Jovi #80s #90s #80s rock stars #80s rock n roll #80s rock #fanfiction #requests

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70sgroovy · 4 months

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kate bush photographed by barry schultz, 1979💐

#kate bush #barry schultz #1979 #70s #classic rock #70s hair #70s fashion #70s music #70s aesthetic #rock n roll #retro #vintage #running up that hill #wuthering heights #60s 70s 80s 90s

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completeandrandommusic · 1 year

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Rene and Georgette Magritte with Their Dog After the War- Paul simon

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elextric-eye · 8 months

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David Bowie’s “Scary Monsters (and super creeps)” was released on this day in 1980. Monumental transition album to the 80’s!

What are your favourite songs on the album?

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texaschainsawmascara · 10 months

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Joan Jett

#joan jett #joan jett and the blackhearts #joan jett & the blackhearts #the runaways #i love rock n roll #crimson and clover #crimson & clover #80s #70s #music #rock #bad reputation #women in rock #punk #punk rock #hard rock #cherry bomb

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duffsvelvet · 4 months

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new year, same obsession with old rockstars

#rock n roll #70s rock #60s rock #80s rock #90s rock #duff mckagan #slash #guns n roses #jim morrison #metallica #grunge #hair metal

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lisascr3ature · 1 year

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i just. do not like short haired men. if he doesn't look like he could be an 80s metal band member i don't want him

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vintage-tigre · 7 months

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Nick Cave, 1981

#nick cave #80s aesthetic #80s music #aesthetic #vintage #old school cool #the birthday party #style #rock n roll #punk #photography #portrait

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gremlintheslut · 7 months

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Kinktober

Day 5 piss kink & mommy kink

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Summary: reader goes out drinking with her boyfriend and his band mates. By the time they get home their both drunk and do some pretty gross things in their drunken horniness.

Warning: omorashi (watersports, piss kink), mommy kink, mention of a spanking, oral (f receiving), drunk characters (that part is not written well)

We stumble through the door of our shared apartment. I close the door and he locks. I come up behind him while he's locking the door and wrap my arms around his waist. I go up on my toes so my mouth is next to his ear. "Can you be Mommy's good boy tonight baby?" I ask him wanting nothing more then to fuck him. "Yes mommy" Steven say letting me drag him to the bed.

I push him on the bed and climb on top of him. I grab his wrists and pin them next to his head. My lips connect with his. Soon he's whining and bucking his hips. He's trying to pull away from me and eventually I let him. "What happened to being a good boy huh?" I says staring him down. "I have to pee" Steven whines. "That's your problem behave" I say sternly. Tears fill his eyes but he nods his head obediently. I continue kissing him until the wetness between my legs can't be ignored anymore.

I pull away from him to take his pants off but his legs are crossed as tight as he can get them. "Uncross your legs" I says and his tears begin to fall. "Please" he says holding back a sob. "Please what?" I snap. "Please mommy" he whimpers. "No" I raise my voice slightly "what do you want?" "Let me eat you out please mommy? I don't wanna piss myself" he says a sob escaping his lips. I move my hands from the waist band of his pants to my own. He lets out a sigh of relief and stops sobbing but continues to cry quietly.

I take off my pants and underwear. I lay on my back and I don't need to tell him anything before his tongue is on my clit. He whimpers against me but continues to do as i want. His tongue swirls around my clit before he pulls away. "Fuck I'm sorry" he says sobbing again as he gets up from his spot on the bed and races to the bathroom door. I get up and grab him before he can get there. He keeps trying to push past me. "Please I'm sorry I'll take the punishment this hurts so bad!" He begs trying to push me out of the way.

I push him backwards causing him to fall. He loses control for a couple seconds leaving a very visible wet patch on his crotch. I open the bathroom door and twist the lock on the other side of the door before slamming it shut so he can't get into it. "What's your plan now?" I ask him smiling. He now on all fours one hand gripping his crotch.

I push his shoulds so he's kneeling. I crouch down to his level and put my hand on his wrist. I try to pull his arm away and he's begging me to let him hold himself but actually trying to stop me. The second I get his hand away the flood gates open. "Mommy" he moans leaning onto me. I hold him as he has his accident. He's sitting his growing puddle for a full 2 minutes whimpering and moaning until he stops.

"I'm not gonna spank you for disobeying me" I say and he looks up at me his face filled with happiness. "You can sleep here tonight as your punishment" and just like that his face drains of a positive emotions and his eyes well with tears again. I kiss him on the cheek and get up to pick the bathroom door lock.

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Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

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