#the dirt x reader

[starpearlz]

Too fast for love -> Nikki Sixx

Request/ summary -> hey!! can you write something for nikki sixx where reader is tommy’s sister and reader and nikki are hiding their relationship from tommy? maybe he finds out and is like “you had me drum for songs about you wanting to do my sister?” idk.

Summary -> Tommy’s birthday leads to a very interesting conversation..

A/n -> this was so cute

1.8k words, not edited

Nothing is better than waking up to kisses on your cheeks and neck. You have a slight smile at the sensation as you opened your eyes to see a mop of black hair. It was perfect, maybe too perfect. The perfect amount of sunlight to where you don’t want to open your eyes and the perfect temperature. “Good morning..” you mumbled making him look up at you.

“Good morning..” he said before kissing you. You sighed into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He pulled back cupping your cheek, “you slept good.. no grouchy morning.” He said making you chuckle, “no grouchy morning.. last night was too good to be grouchy.” You said biting your lip making him smirk.

Last night was perfect, watching Friday the thirteenth in theaters to throw popcorn at high schoolers. Then going to dinner.. which ended up being in a to go box because you two couldn’t wait to go home; hell, you couldn’t even wait to get in the apartment.

You pulled away from the kiss before it led to anything. “I know.. i want to too, but it’s a big day today.” You said making him groan shoving his face in your chest. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day.” He muffled out making you giggle at the vibrations of his voice.

“I wish.. but you have to be at the recording studio by two, and i have too set up for the party” making him groan. today is October third, Tommy’s birthday, the day we’ve been dreading. Tomorrow is our seven month anniversary. And we made a deal that if Tommy didn’t know yet we would tell him in seven months.. we didn’t realize that our anniversary was the day after his birthday.

You honestly want Tommy to know, you love Nikki more than anything. You really don’t know why you’ve kept it a secret so long.. but it’s time. You looked at Nikki who was still in your chest. “Nikki..” you sang as he groaned. You sighed sitting up which made him sit up looking at you.

You cupped his cheeks and gave a small smile. His eyes were closed in annoyance as you kissed all over his face making him laugh. You stopped attacking him and you looked at him with a smile plastered on his face making you giggle as he pulled you into another kiss.

—

You looked at the clock seeing it’s seven fourty-five. “Alright he should be here in about five minutes..” you told Nikki. Vince and Mick were in charge of stalling Tommy after the recording session, while you and Nikki were in charge of the actual party. The party was a hit, you rented a sick beach house with a pool and a huge living room and invited a shit ton of people.

You stopped the music and turned off all the lights, Thankfully you don’t have to scream at them to know it’s a surprise party. Everyone started laughing hiding in different places. You hid behind a lounge chair next to Nikki.

“Dude what are we even doing here.” You heard Tommy you held back a laugh. “Dude just shut up and hurry up.” Vince yelled back at him opening the door. “Why the hell is it so dark in here-“ he said before he found the light switch next to the door. “SURPRISE!”

Tommy had his mouth wide open. “Happy birthday!” You yelled walking over to him with Athena following you. “Did you do this?” He asked with the dorkiest smile on his face. “With the help of them.” You said throwing your hands up towards Nikki who was next to you, Vince and Mick who were next to Tommy. “Aw sweet dude! But hey be careful I thought Mick was gonna have a heart attack.” Making Vince and Tommy laugh while Mick groaned “I wish..”

The party was successful, as long as Tommy was happy was all that mattered. “You did good.” You heard Nikki as he sat next to you on the couch. “We, did good.” You told him smiling as he nodded. As he looked over at Tommy who was chugging a bottle of Jack. “Yep.. he’s having a blast.” You said smiling.

Nikki got up pulling you with him. “Come on, your job is done now you can par-ty!” He said pulling you to the bar making you giggle walking with him holding hands.

—

You groaned waking up to a bright light. You can’t get up.. something on top of you, and it’s fucking heavy. You opened your eyes too see Nikki head on your chest passed out with a bottle of Jack in his hand. Fuck your back, you looked around too see Tommy passed out on the floor too thank god he was in his stomach, you can see he was naked only wear white socks.

You nudged Nikki to wake up, “Nikki.. I need to get up my back hurts..” you mumbled shaking him now. Making him groan pulling his head up too look at you. “Get up, my back hurts!” You said pushing him off next too you as he groaned holding his head. You sat up and noticed all the mess.

“Damn.. I haven’t partied like that since Vince’s birthday..” you said stretching. You got up almost falling in the process. You wobbled to Tommy you nudged him on his shoulder with your foot. Making him wake up in shock pulling his head up.

“Birthday boy, your naked.” You told him as looked around. “What happened..” he said groaning as he threw his head back on the floor. “You had an epic party that’s what happened.” You told him grabbing a napkin and put it on his butt.

“Shit, that was an epic party tho.” He said chuckling deeply. You looked at the pool to notice someone floating. “Shit.. I hope their not dead..”

—

“Dude,” Vince grabbed your arm and pulled you into a guest room. “What?” You asked as he closed the door “dude last night you and Nikki were full on making out last night.” Oh shit, “if me and Mick didn’t pull you off you two would’ve done it in front of everyone.” “Shit.. do you think Tommy will remember?” He scoffed “hell no, I will be amazed if he remembers.”

You nodded, “yeah your right..” you heard a knock on the door and Vince turned to see Tommy peaking his head in. He gave a smile but it wasn’t his goofy smile it was a smile a mom would give “can you come over here please.” He said softly smiling again which made you tense “of course.. brother.” You said walking out the door and him following behind.

You sat down next to Nikki who was on the couch. “Good to see that you’re up.” You told him smiling, as he gave an awkward smile back. He had sunglasses on and was sucked into the couch, you can tell he was hurting from the night before.

Tommy grabbed a chair, you’re guessing it’s from the dining room and pulled it up in front of you two. “So.. I wanted to say thank you for the party, I really did have fun.” You gave a slight smile “I’m glad..” you said as he cleared his throat. “Even though..” oh shit, “I don’t remember anything last night.” You sighed in relief “but I did wake up to a reminder on my hand.” He showed sloppy handwriting on his left hand “I don’t know if I wrote this but it says, ‘don’t forget to kill Nikki for making out with sist’” he read out loud “and I don’t think you would make out with Athena.”

You looked at Nikki not really knowing what to say. “Um-“ “well—“ you looked at Nikki who looked back at you. He motioned for you to talk first, “well.. we actually have something to talk to you about..” Tommy face fell “oh god, don’t tell me you did it with him last night. No Nikki not my sister…” He threw his face in his hands. “No- no, we didn’t do it last night.” He picked his head back up and sighed “thank god..”

“But.. we do have something very important to tell you.” He sighed “ok go tell me I won’t get mad.” You stared at him, “well..” you moved closer to Nikki “we’re.. dating.” You told him grabbing Nikki’s hand. “YOU ASKED HER ON MY BIRTHDAY?!” You shook your head “No Tommy—“ “We’ve been dating for seven months.” Nikki said somewhat bluntly. Tommy’s face went blank making you tense.

“Tommy..” he started laughing like a psychopath “seven months.. whew that’s funny.” He smiled again looking at Nikki who looked at you “see I told you he would handle it ok—“ Tommy threw himself on Nikki and started choking him. “TOMMY!” you got up and tried to get him off “SEVEN MONTHS AND YOUR TELLING ME NOW!” Vince ran out of the room from the yelling.

“Well he found out..” Mick told Vince making Tommy turn around letting go of Nikki as you ran to him asking if he was ok. “YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” He yelled at Vince making him run his temples “it’s not my relationship, and I only found out a while ago..” Vince mumbled. “And you Mick!”

“I’m not an idiot I knew even before they made it official..” Tommy turned around facing you two. “Seven months.. and you didn’t tell me?” Tommy said sadly making you get up “I’m so sorry.. I got scared, this is an amazing band! And I was scared that you’ll find out and never want to see Nikki again.. we made a promise that if we didn’t tell you we would tell you in our seven month anniversary.”

Tommy sighed, “I think I’m more upset that you told me now and not in March..” you sighed giving him a hug “I’m so sorry Tommy..” he sighed wrapping him arm around you “it’s ok.. as long as you don’t keep a secret like this for so long again.” You laughed “I promise.” You told him pulling away from the hug feeling a arm around your waist.

“And as for you.” Tommy said turning to Nikki making him roll his eyes. “I’m pissed that you didn’t ask me to date her.” Nikki threw his hands up in defense “if I had asked your would’ve said no!” “Of course I would have said no that’s my sister! But you still should’ve asked!” Nikki sighed nodding “alright.. can I date your sister?” “No.”

“Tommy!” “See!” Tommy sighed “obviously I’m gonna say no, but you’re still going to date her no matter what I say!” Making Nikki nod “yeah you’re right..” Tommy thought for a second then his face changed to disgust “wait.. so your telling me.. you had me drum songs about you wanting to do my sister? I’m gonna puke..”

#[ nikki sixx 🫀] #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #the dirt #the dirt x reader #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee #motley crue x reader #motley crue

[michelle-is-writing]

Tommy’s Sister, Nikki Sixx

Request: Can you do a tommy lee where his baby sister is graduating from collage and she's up st her house unexpected with his bandmates and he catches a dude seeking out of her room and come to find out her and the dude has be sleeping together.

Word Count: 1.4k~

Tommy has always been a protective older brother, despite only being ten months older than me. Still, when he’s around, Tommy makes sure that no guy has even the smallest opportunity to say something to me, much less hit on me. He shuts every guy down quickly, but over the years, I’ve grown more annoyed as the things I used to find funny now seem overbearing and embarrassing.

However, what Tommy doesn’t realize is the one guy he has failed to shut down is his own bandmate, Nikki. This is mostly due to Nikki turning any guy away from me like Tommy does, leading to Tommy thinking he’s picked up the older brother attitude as well, but no - not by a long shot.

Currently, Tommy still has no idea about mine and Nikki’s relationship, and with us going on over a year now, we have to figure out how to tell him soon. Our relationship started right when Tommy brought Nikki over to our parents’ house for dinner one night and I happened to have some free time away from my college classes. Nikki and I could almost read each other’s minds as we sat across from each other at my parent’s dinner table, smiles forming on our faces as everyone talked around us. That was several Motley Crue tours ago, and now that they’re all home for the next four months, Nikki and I have plenty of time to try and formulate a plan. Hopefully, we'll be able to enact some type of plan before my graduation, avoiding any negative outcomes.

“You know he’s going to freak out the second we tell him,” Nikki points out the obvious, lying on his side next to me in my bed. His hair is a wreck and the makeup he had on from their last show stains underneath his eyes. The second he got back from their recent tour, he came straight over to my apartment while Tommy went to our parents. It worked out perfectly. “I mean, he’s not going to be happy.”

“About what? That his best friend is in his sister's bed? Or that we’re naked?” I ask him, rolling over to press my chest against his, gaining a smirk from him in response. Instantly, Nikki’s arm resting against my waist pulls me closer to him as he connects his plush lips to mine for a short second. The moment he pulls away, I can’t help but giggle. “Do you think Tommy’s going to kill us?”

Nikki laughs at my whispered question, shaking his head against my sheets. “No, he won’t kill us. Me maybe, but definitely not you,” he jokes, earning a teasing slap to his chest. He only grins at this, his lower lips caught between his teeth. “I think if we invite him over and calmly explain it to him, he might have a… better reaction.”

Nodding at Nikki’s words, I cuddle closer to him in our hold while pushing my face against his neck. It feels so good to finally be able to spend time with Nikki that doesn’t involve him having to use a pay phone or sending me postcards. We’re finally together after almost five months of having to suffer without him. I couldn’t be happier for him to finally be back, and what makes it even better is the fact that he came straight to my place after getting off the plane. I don’t know what exactly went through my head when he knocked on my apartment door with his carry-on behind him, but I do remember immediately pulling him inside for a kiss. That kiss is why we’re in our current predicament as that kiss was just the start of many things to occur throughout the night.

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t lose his shit,” I mumble, Nikki nodding in response to my words. For a few moments, a calm silence passes between us, but it’s not awkward; in fact, it’s the exact opposite. It feels as if the world and time itself has slowed down around us and it’s just me and Nikki, no one else.

“I could stay like this forever,” I whisper to Nikki, earning a nod and kiss back in response. I can hear his voice speak up, “me too, sweetheart,” but I’m drifting asleep too fast to even process the words. Being so comfortable in his arms has made me feel like I haven’t slept in ages, and it’s so relaxing.

The sound of my front door slamming open has me emerging from my sleepy state quickly, and before I can even jump up to investigate, Nikki’s already out of bed, wrapping a random towel from my floor around his waist as he opens my bedroom door. The strong and brave demeanor he gained thinking it was an intruder immediately falters as soon as his eyes catch Tommy walking through my living room with his back facing us, causing Nikki to quietly shut the door afterward before turning to me with wide eyes. “What the fuck,” he mouths to me, only to be met with my own bewildered expression. When the hell did my brother get a key to my place?

“(Y/n)?” Tommy yells my name out, bringing me out of my stupor. Jumping up from my bed, I clamber over to my door and quickly grab my robe. Quickly shuffling to put it on, Nikki helps me do so as my legs kind of feel like jelly right now, leading to him holding me against him as I stand.

“I’m in my room!” I yell out, fear coursing through me as I hear Tommy’s running feet come closer. “Don’t come in! I’m naked!” I add, hoping he’ll get the message. However, because it’s Tommy we’re talking about, he never gets the message.

I hear him laugh, Nikki and I sharing a confused look as he does so. That is until his laughter is cut short and his tone changes. “Why are you naked?” He asks, banging on my bedroom door now. “Is there a boy in there?!”

With there being no lock on my door, Tommy wastes no time in opening it, only to turn the corner and see his best friend standing right beside me, my pink bath towel wrapped around his naked torso as his arm stays wrapped around my waist, definitely not making the situation any better. For a moment, Tommy is shocked, and I’m almost scared of what’s to come next.

“Oh, what the fuck?!” He finally speaks up, Nikki and I jolting as soon as he does so. “Nikki, really?! How long- When did- ugh!” Shouting in frustration, Tommy throws his hands up in the air before moving to sit on the edge of my bed, seemingly a little overwhelmed. “I mean, I never knew! How did I not know? I should’ve seen something, right?” Tommy looks over at me and Nikki, waiting for a response that we can’t seem to give him. In fact, neither of us can really speak up at the moment, still in shock.

“Nikki, we’re best buds - you couldn’t have told me?” He says, shaking his head afterward. Looking down at the ground, he sighs. “At least it wasn’t Vince…” he mutters more to himself than us, but Nikki and I end up letting out a relieved laugh at Tommy’s sudden joking mood.

“At least you’re not trying to kill me,” Nikki tells Tommy, making him laugh as well. The more Tommy seems to let go, the more relieved I become. Maybe Tommy’s accepting of our relationship, but then again, he doesn’t know all the details - like the fact we’ve been together for over a year now, and Tommy’s only finding out now.

“No, dude, I just wish you would’ve told me sooner,” Tommy says, making me smile. “I wondered why you haven’t touched any of the chicks on our tours, but now I know- and dude! I’m actually relieved now!”

At Tommy’s revelation, I fully relax in Nikki’s hold as my heart skips a beat, Nikki pulling my body closer to him in response. I always believed Nikki when he said he wasn’t with anyone else, but to hear Tommy further validate everything makes me feel so much more love for Nikki as well as the love Nikki proclaims to me.

The moment’s going so well, perfect almost, but just like Tommy, Nikki doesn’t get the hint when to stop either, and instead of letting the silence persist, he has to speak his mind.

“Dude, you probably shouldn’t be sitting on the bed, though.”

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx imagines #nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x you #nikki sixx fanfic #the dirt #the dirt imagines #the dirt imagine #the dirt x reader #tommy lee #tommy lee imagines #tommy lee imagine #tommy lee x sister!reader #tommy lee x reader #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine #motley crue

[idyllcy]

frog - jinshi x reader (Spoiler Warning for Chapter 63 of the manga)

"hng." Jinshi whimpers, face flushed as you freeze.

It's a frog. You fucking swear it's a frog. You didn't just accidentally grab and squeeze Jinshi, a fucking eunuch's, dick. You did not. You are hallucinating. That was the frog that jumped on you and knocked you off balance— nOT Jinshi's dick or whatever. He shouldn't even have one!

"Sorry." You sit up, legs still straddling Jinshi as you get off of his chest. "I saw a frog and fell."

Jinshi sits up with you, face flushed in embarrassment as you pray you can play stupid out of this one. It was hard enough that he literally witnessed you hurl a rock at the assassin with eerie precision, but you would rather die than have to die with Jinshi because you found out he wasn't a eunuch.

Every day your loyalty is tested when around this man.

"That makes this way easier." Jinshi sighs, grabbing you by the shoulder as you tense up to lean back from him. "I have a confession to make. I—"

"I think I killed the frog." You mumble, face pale. You're acting. You have to. You are not following Jinshi to the grave and cleaning up the aftermath of his ass getting someone pregnant.

"No, listen, that wasn't—"

"Oh my god, I'm not gonna make it to heaven." You mumble again, staring at your hand before wiping it on your chest. "Master Jinshi, I'm going to hell."

"No, that wasn't—"

"I'm going to hell because I crushed a frog..." You mumble.

Jinshi gets fed up with your acting, pushing you backward into the dirt as he cages you in, lifting your leg as he presses his clothed erection into you. You yelp, trying to crawl away, but he holds you in place, eyes staring through yours to your soul as you shake underneath him. Playing stupid didn't work this time.

"That was not a frog," and he rolls his hips against yours for emphasis, watching as you mentally restrain yourself from moaning. God, since when were you this lewd?! "Stop playing stupid, pretty one. You gave it a good squeeze too."

You freeze up as he lowers himself ever so slowly, and you blurt your thoughts out before you can think of what the best choice is at the moment.

"I am not having my first kiss on the dirt in a cave!" You cry, praying that it's enough. Seriously, you aren't following Jinshi to the grave. He may be hot, and women may throw themselves at him and men turn gay for him and nations go to war for him but you are not following him to the grave. Your loyalty does not lay that strong. You don't want to die just yet.

Jinshi leans in anyway, lips brushing yours as a bark sounds above you as you call back, and you sigh in relief when you hear Maomao's voice.

You're saved. Oh heavens, you're saved.

#I have a 20k word jinshi fic coming out in like what 4 hours?? but listen guys I had this in my brain I could not get it out at all #☾.blurbs #apothecary diaries x reader #jinshi x reader #kusuriya no hitorigoto x reader #I would not have this kind of self control I would just start fucking him in the dirt but this was too comedic not to write #the aftermath of this is jinshi messing with reader every chance he gets btw that mas is gonna fuck with em SO HARD #☾.suggestive

[mysicklove-main]

“You’re staring again,” The low voice accuses from underneath the car. You watch his hand pat the concrete, searching for his toolbox, before quickly grabbing the wrench. His hands are black with dirt and oil, probably calloused from the heavy work. 

“Am I not allowed to?” You hum, sitting on your garage cabinet while sipping on some water. 

You watch Eijiro put a screwdriver in his mouth, now using both hands to tighten a bolt. Sweat drips down his temples and onto the floor beneath him. You sigh at the sight.

“It’s distracting” He mumbles around the tool, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

Kirishimas sanctuary was his garage. He spent a good proportion of the house budget on simply making this area perfect for him. It has everything a guy like him needs, and tons of room for him to work on his hobby. Fixing cars. 

Your hobby conveniently lines up perfectly with his. Watching hot men do manual labor, specifically watching your lover fix cars. So you also spend a great amount of time here.

He was currently under one, but the older truck is being suspended into the air (to your request) so you get a perfect view of him underneath the car dealing with all the technical stuff you cannot understand. You sit there and watch, not giving a damn about the broken car.

He lets out a groan as he tries to secure a pipe into place. You watch his biceps contract and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“You know, it's got to be hot under there. Don't you think you'll be more comfortable if you take off your shirt?” You tease, crossing your legs with a grin on your face.

Though, the black wife beater he was wearing was already making you swoon. And the way it was stuck to his skin? You had to be in heaven.

He glances back at you, taking the screwdriver out of his mouth, before using his arm to wipe some sweat off his face. Black streaks coat his cheeks. “You are looking at me like you are a starved animal,” He laughs, before using his moveable stool to kick back away from under the car toward where you're sitting.

He climbs off the stool, and over to you, while you swing your legs out lazily. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you, trapping you in his hold. You meet his stare, the corner of your mouth picking up in a smile. He is grinning at you, eyes tired from the work, but still pinning you in place.

“Thirsty?” You hum, holding up your cup to his mouth.

His eyes flicker toward the glass and he nods. You tilt the glass upward, watching the way his throat moves as he swallows it down.

When he looks back at you as to say, enough you just continue pouring. The water drips down his face and onto his shirt. He pulls away with a small cough. 

Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. His shirt clinging now completely to his skin, his body glistening from sweat and now the water. This right here is why this is your favorite hobby.

“Really?” He sighs with a small grin, looking down at the black tank top.

You pout dramatically. “Aw, guess you gotta take your shirt off,” You tease, running your fingers up his shirt toward his neck. 

He chuckles low, before blinking slowly at you, leaning forward, and brushing his lips against yours. “Mmm? Can you take it off for me?”

You grin, fingers running up his arm. “Gladly.”

The day ends up like it usually does. With both of you covered in sweat, dirt, and car oil, but you didn’t mind, this is exactly why this is your favorite hobby.

#drabbles #my search history was like “what tools do ppl use to fix cars?” #“Do cars have pipes?” #DONT HAVE SEX WHEN YOU ARE COVERED IN DIRT #that's how you get infections! #dont be like Y/N #kirishima eijirou #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijiro imagine #x reader #reader insert #mha fanfiction #mha eijiro kirishima #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro x y/n #eijiro x y/n #bnha eijirou #eijiro kirishima mha #kirishima x reader #kirishima drabble #kirishima headcanon #kirishima fluff #suggestive comments #mello.writes #husband eijiro

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

Star wars confessions:

Each of our clone boys coming inside you the first time you tell them you love them during sex; just thinking of how they would react as they involuntarily nut inside you because of pure emotional feels is both just so hot and healing to me.

Idk; I'm a sucker for soft and steamy smut.

Feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want.

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone troopers #star wars confessions #dirt #smut #clone trooper x female reader smut #thots #minors dni #how our clone trooper guys react to us saying we love them during sex #this is so hot and sweet to me #I'm a sucker for soft and steamy smut #feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Trigger Warning- language, mentions of past child abuse and past self-harm

Previous Chapter

Chapter 21- Mötley fuckin' Crüe

A week later, you and Nikki were pulling up in front of Tommy's double story mansion across town.

"What are you going to say to him?" You asked, climbing out the car.

Nikki shrugged, "first an apology."

You simply nodded before you walked up the tall stairs to his front door taking two at a time before Nikki knocked. A moment later, Tommy pulled the door open with a cigarette between his lips and a look of surprise on his face.

"Hey, guys." He greeted hesitantly, glancing between you and Nikki unsure what was happening.

"What I did at your wedding..." Nikki began to say causing the confusion on the drummer to double. "I didn't... know... how to do that. How to be there."

"What's up, Nikki?" Tommy asked stopping the bassist struggling with his apology.

"I was really fucking selfish, and I shit on something that was important to you, and I am really sorry."

Tommy glanced over at you briefly before focusing back on Nikki. "I know you pretty well, Sixx, so... I kinda get it. And it's okay. But can you say that last part one more time for me?"

"Don't fucking push it, T-bone." Nikki shook his head with a smirk.

You and Tommy began to laugh before the drummer stepped to the side allowing you both to walk through the front door.

"I heard you and Heather broke up."

Tommy nodded, "yeah."

"I'm sorry, man." Nikki grabbed his shoulder with a small squeeze.

"Knew I'd get you to say it again." Tommy grinned with a laugh.

"Fuck you." Nikki removed his hand while trying not to smile.

Your eyes widened in shock not having realised that him and Heather had broken up. But of course, they would have. Heather would've seen the magazine with the photo of her husband kissing another girl on the front page. And not just any girl. It was you. It was the girl that Tommy would hang around with backstage. The girl he'd lean against during shows. The girl he asked to be his groomsman. The girl he ditched their honeymoon for. No wonder Heather was gone.

"Fuck, Tommy, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-" You began to apologise before he cut you off.

"It's okay."

"It's not okay. Heather broke up with you because of me. I mean, fuck, you were married for seven years and-"

"Y/N, look at me." Tommy instructed, stepping in front of you and pinching your chin gently between his thumb and index finger before tilting your head up until you met his eyes. "It's okay." He repeated.

"How is that okay?"

Tommy sighed, glancing over your shoulder at Nikki. The two of them had a silent conversation you weren't privy to before his warm hazel eyes met yours once again.

"Because I've been in love with you since high school."

Out of everything you thought Tommy might have said, that was not on the list. That wasn't even on the draft of the fucking list.

Holy shit.

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out.

"Kiss her, man." Nikki said from behind you, giving the drummer the permission he needed before Tommy tilted your chin up higher and he leant down capturing your lips with his.

You melted against his mouth and cupped his face with your hands deepening the kiss before pulling away and glancing over at Nikki who was smiling.

"Alright. We're going on a mission." He declared holding his hand out towards you.

You grabbed Nikkis hand before taking Tommys in your other and the three of you walked out the house towards Nikki's car.

It was time to go get Mick Mars.

Apparently, Mick just had hip replacement surgery, so you drove out to the hospital to pick him up.

You leant against the side of the car between Nikki and Tommy, and the look on Micks face when he saw the three of you together was priceless.

"About time you three got your shit together." Was his form of greeting as a nurse wheeled him out the front doors on a wheelchair.

You smirked pushing yourself away from the car and walked towards him.

"It's good to see you, Mick."

The older man smiled, "you too, kid."

"How's that new hip, dude? Feel like The Terminator now or some shit?" Tommy asked heading straight for the handles of the wheelchair.

"Touch the chair and I'll terminate you, Drummer." Mick threatened pointing at him.

Tommy quickly raised his hands and stepped back before Mick thanked the nurse behind him and slowly stood up out the wheelchair.

You took a step forward with your hand out, Nikki doing the same unsure how steady he would be on his feet, but the older man simply waved you both off and began walking to the car.

"Stop looking at me like that. Let's go get our fucking singer back already."

-

Locating Vince Neil was harder than you anticipated.

He wasn't at his house and after using the spare key to get inside, it was clear that he hadn't been home for a while.

"Where the hell is he?" Tommy asked, looking around and you had a sinking feeling you knew where your brother had ended up.

Moonshadow's bar downtown.

When Skylar was sick, that was where he went every single night and when she passed, he practically lived there. That place was like a second home to him at that point.

You thought rehab had helped him. He sounded fine when you spoke to him on the phone not long ago, but your brother was still suffering.

"Shit." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands causing the guys to all look over at you. "I think I know where he is."

The four of you climbed back into Nikki's car and before you knew it, you were heading towards the front door of the small quiet bar. But before you pushed it open, you paused and turned to face the guys.

"Look... just let me talk to Vince first, okay? I-I don't know how he'll react."

They all nodded in agreement before you turned and entered the building.

There were a few people seated at various booths and tables, but there was one man sitting at the bar and there was no mistaking that long blonde hair anywhere. The guys remained by the door, for once actually listening to you, while you walked straight across the room towards your brother.

"You got company." The bartender warned, eyeing you and the guys by the door cautiously.

Vince glanced over his shoulder in confusion before his eyes met yours and he sighed, turning back around staring down at his glass of Jack and coke.

"I-I'm not drinking like I was. Don't worry. This is my only drink even ask him." Vince said defensively motioning up at the bartender.

"It's true. He refuses to let me serve him more than one drink."

You nodded, a little relieved to hear that because for a moment you feared your brother had really fallen off the wagon again.

"I'm proud of you." You admitted, sitting down on the stool beside him before leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. "And I love you."

Vince didn't say anything to that but tilted his head until it was resting against the top of yours.

"How's your hand?" You asked after a moment, looking down at his scarred knuckles wrapped around his glass.

"Healed." He answered letting go of the glass and squeezing his hand in and out of a fist. "I should have never let dad touch you again. I should have seen it coming and-"

"Vin, it's not your fault."

"It kinda feels like my fault."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and turned in your seat to face him properly.

"It's not your fault." You insisted, reaching over and grabbing his arm. "I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah? Well, I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you and I failed, again."

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother." You whispered, mimicking your words from the day you both ran away from home.

Vince smiled sadly catching on before repeating his own words too, "I can try."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes while Vince sipped at his drink savouring his one alcoholic beverage before you glanced over your shoulder at the others and nodded them over.

"Vin, the guys are here. They wanna talk to you."

That had your brothers head snapping around so fast, "what? No. Y/N, I don't think-"

"We just wanna talk, Vinnie. That's it." Nikki explained calmly reaching the bar, but your brother just stared down at his glass refusing to look at him. "Come on, Vinnie."

Mick suddenly reached out and placed a firm but gentle hand on your brother's shoulder causing him to flinch.

"Let's talk." Mick said.

Vince glanced over at you hesitantly and you gave him a small reassuring nod causing your brother to let out a deep sigh.

"Okay."

The group of you moved over to a table at the far side of the bar away from everyone else. You sat down between Nikki and Tommy while Mick grabbed some soda for you all and placed it on the table while Nikki spoke.

"I was scared." Nikki admitted, looking at Vince beside him. "After what happened with Razzle, I was scared that I was losing the only thing that ever mattered to me."

"Yeah, your band." Vince muttered.

"No. No. This." Nikki explained motioning to all of you around the table. "Look, we went to war together. Shit changes, people change, but I don't fucking care if Mötley Crüe never plays another note. All I want is my fucking brother back. Because this is the only family that I've ever known."

"We love you, Vin. Okay, fuck, I love ya." Tommy added.

"And I am sorry about Skylar, man." Nikki said gently.

Vince lowered his head avoiding everyone's eyes as his body started to shake and you knew your brother was trying not to cry at the mention of his daughter.

"It's against the laws, man." Vince sobbed, shaking his head. "It's against the fucking rules of the universe."

Your own eyes began to fill with tears as you stared at your brother struggling to hold it together before Mick wrapped his arm around him and that was all it took before Vince started to cry.

"Hey." Nikki soothed, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

"We got you, brother." Mick whispered, holding him. "We got you, brother."

Tommy suddenly pulled you into his side while you silently cried, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your back. Tears trickled down your face in a heavy stream despite how hard you tried to stop them, and Nikki reached over with his free hand and grabbed yours on the table giving it a small squeeze for comfort.

Eventually, the tears came to an end. Vince managed to get a hold of himself while you sniffed quietly. Your brother glanced over at you noticing your tear-streaked face before he looked at Tommys arm around you and Nikki's hand holding yours.

"Look, Vince-" Nikki quickly began to say, but your brother cut him off.

"You three together?"

Mick stiffened from across the table fearful that this might be the breaking point for Mötley Crüe. If Vince couldn't accept it, that was it. There was no coming back for Mötley Crüe and the older man knew it. You all knew it.

"I love them, Vince." You began to say before either of them had a chance to open their mouths and say something stupid.

A look of shock washed over your brothers face at those words. He knew that the three of you used to hook up and you eventually told him about the miscarriage. But Vince probably just assumed that it was a casual thing between the three of you. He didn't know that you were in love, and you hoped like hell that piece of new information wouldn't make him any madder than he already was.

You loved Nikki and Tommy.

You loved them both so fucking much, and you were done trying to hide it.

"Yeah, I love them." You continued to say. "And I know you don't approve of that. And we shouldn't have snuck around behind your back way back when, and for that, I'm sorry. But I can't change how I feel."

Vince remained worriedly silent for quite some time while he looked between the three of you carefully.

Tommy and Nikki seemed too frightened to speak which was probably a good thing and Mick was sitting there holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen.

"You guys love each other?" Vince eventually asked, his tone forcefully neutral as he glanced between you all.

"We do, man." Tommy answered without hesitation. "I know your sister is off limits, but we love her, dude. This isn't just some fling or something. We love her."

"He's right." Nikki backed up, Vince's eyes shooting over to the bassist. "Look, man. I've never felt the way I feel about your sister with anyone. I love her, and I'm not going to apologise for it. If you want to walk away, we aren't going to stop you."

"Or you can come back and Mötley Crüe can start playing again." Mick spoke up, resting his hand on Vince's shoulder.

Your brother glanced over at the older man briefly before shifting his focus back to the guys beside you taking in Tommys arm around your back and Nikki's hand still holding yours against the table.

Your heart felt like it was beating out of its chest in anticipation until your brother eventually nodded.

"Let's make some fucking music."

-

After announcing Mötley Crüe were back with Vince Neil as their lead singer, the first show sold out within an hour of tickets going on sale.

"Tommy, sit still or I'm gonna ruin your makeup." You warned from where you were literally sitting in his lap trying to apply his eyeliner, but he kept tapping his foot. "God, I forgot how fidgety you used to be before a show."

"I can't help it. I get nervous." He said defensively but managed to stop moving his foot so you could finish.

You lowered the eyeliner and stared at his beautiful hazel eyes making sure they were both perfectly even before you nodded at your handy work in approval.

"Can I move now, baby?"

"Yes, but be careful not to smudge-"

His lips crashed against yours before you could finish that sentence. It was rushed and needy, but perfect all at once.

You tossed the eyeliner in the general direction of the desk before resting your hand over his bare chest. Your fingers traced over the new tattoos that weren't there the last time you were on tour together. His hand shifted down to your waist, sliding up under your jacket until his warm fingers found your skin and he kept his hand there while you kissed him back needily.

The door to your dressing room suddenly opened causing the two of you to pull apart. You looked over your shoulder to find Nikki walking inside now dressed in his leather pants and new black jacket. His signature warpaint stripes were on his face along with a bandana around his forehead.

"Looking good, Sixx." You whistled as he closed the door behind himself, his cheeks blushing a little at your compliment.

You glanced back over at Tommy who was still holding you in his lap and now had red lipstick smeared over his lips.

"I need to wipe this off." You said reaching up to his mouth, but he grabbed your hand before you could do it.

"Leave it. It'll remind me of you."

Your heart swelled at that small gesture before Nikki walked over to the two of you and spun the chair you were both occupying around until you were facing him.

"Your look is missing something." Nikki observed looking your new outfit up and down.

It was just a simple pair of leather pants with chains hanging from the belt loops and a sleeveless red lacy top that probably showed too much skin and cleavage, but neither of the guys commented on it not wanting to control what you wore which you appreciated.

"Close your eyes for me." Nikki instructed.

You raised your eyebrows, "um, why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation.

"Close your eyes."

You nodded and closed your eyes before Nikki's hand cupped the side of your face gently and then you felt him drawing a small line along your left cheek bone.

There was no mistaking what that mark was.

"T-bone. What do you think?" Nikki asked tilting your head to the side so Tommy could see.

"She's fucking beautiful, man."

"Yeah, she is." Nikki agreed before he lowered his hand from your face, and you felt the chair start to turn again. "Open your eyes, princess."

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to find yourself now facing the mirror on the desk. Your eyes shifted down to the singular black stripe of warpaint on your cheek that was identical to what you used to have all those years ago.

You smiled at the mirror, "like old times."

Nikki and Tommy both met your gaze through the mirror with bright smiles.

The faded scars on your face and upper arm from the car crash back in 1984 were traced with glitter like you used to do on tour. However, the healed scars on your wrist were covered with bracelets.

You fiddled with the bracelets for a moment before catching sight of the clock on the wall behind.

"It's show time." You announced, climbing off Tommy's lap before shrugging off your leather jacket and throwing it onto the desk. "You boys ready?"

Tommy nodded, "hell yeah."

"Let's do it." Nikki grinned.

You followed the guys out the dressing room and down the long narrow corridor towards the stage before you knocked on Mick's dressing room door as you passed.

"Mick, it's time!" You shouted before walking over to your brother's door and knocking. "Vin, let's roll!"

Nikki then threw his arm around your shoulders while he walked, Tommy off to his other side fiddling with his drumsticks. Mick came out his room joining you down the corridor wearing his long black coat and top hat and then Vince stepped out in his leather pants and black muscle shirt.

The five of you walked down the corridor in sync together.

Vince wrapped his arms around you and Nikki with a bright smile spreading across his face. Tommy sprung himself in the air with one hand on Micks shoulder and another on Nikki's as he jumped up excitingly causing you all to laugh as you made your way towards the stage.

You slipped free from Vince and Nikki as you rounded the corner towards the backstage stairs and paused at the base of them watching the guys all walk up towards the stage.

A swell of love and pride washed over you.

Whenever Tommy sat down behind his drums and Nikki picked up his bass, and Mick plugged in his guitar, something always happened. It was like the air thickened with excitement. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like a weird kind of electrical humidity. You didn't just hear it, you felt it. Then Vince would scream the first few words of a song and all you could think was, 'we're home.'

You were a lot older now but some days you still felt eighteen with these guys.

This band had outlived wives and girlfriends, managers, record companies, agents- everything but itself.

From living in the Mötley House along the Sunset Strip and playing at the Whiskey to this moment... Mötley Crüe had fucking made it.

Nikki suddenly stopped halfway up the stairs noticing you were missing and turned in confusion. His smoky eyes locked with yours and he held his hand out towards you. You jogged up the steps and took his hand with a small squeeze.

"You did it. Mötley Crüe are back." You smiled proudly at him. "This is our life."

"If life was a song, then meeting you was the best verse." Nikki whispered in your ear before he placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You closed your eyes savouring the moment before Nikki pulled away with a bright smile on his face. His hand squeezed yours gently before he led you up the stairs catching up with the others just as you reached the stage and the crowd erupted.

Vince threw his hands up in the air enthusiastically. Tommy and Mick holding up devil horns while you stared out at the stadium full of people in front of you. The crowd was screaming and cheering louder than you had ever heard it as Nikki held your joined hands up to the sky.

After everything the band had been through together. All the years of fights, drugs, alcohol, criticism, heartbreak... after everything, they were still here.

That's fate.

That's family.

And that's Mötley fuckin' Crüe.

-

...THE END

-

A/N: I'm actually crying...

I didn't think I'd get emotional about this. It's just a fanfic, it's a fake story... but it's also real. It's based on true events from the band we all know and love, but to me, writing this story has been like a lifeline. And now it's over and I have no idea what to do.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in my dad's car on the way to school when I was a kid... to 15 years later and I'm blasting Kickstart My Heart in my own car driving to work... then fast forward a couple years to the 14th of November 2023, I'm standing at Marvel Stadium in Melbourne over 1,5000km away from home with my dad watching Mötley Crüe live in concert.

Seeing Mötley Crüe in person... seeing Nikki Sixx on stage playing his bass... seeing Tommy Lee unleash on the drums... hearing Vince Neil scream the songs I grew up listening to and hearing John 5 tearing it up on his guitar carrying on Mick Mars' legacy... words cannot do justice to how fucking amazing those couple of hours were.

In 2022, I moved to a small country town for my career. I live alone. I have no friends or family in this town, they all live over 8 hours away. I'm introvert with bad social anxiety and I like being alone. I like my own space and having my own house, but it hurts sometimes being this lonely, but Mötley Crüe have helped me. From their music to their books, to their movie; The Dirt, to all their YouTube interviews and documentaries to their social media presence. Mötley Crüe have made me feel less lonely. They have helped me in so many ways and I owe everything to them.

I know I'm rambling, but Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and John 5 have saved my life. Sure, to some that might seem stupid and pathetic. Mötley Crüe don't know me. They never will. But they have impacted my life so much and I would not be here typing these words if it wasn't for them. 

So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank them.

I don't know what the future holds.

Mötley Crüe are doing some shows in America this year and releasing new music soon (I am so fucking excited to hear it) and according to Nikki on Twitter/X, the band will be back to touring in 2025.

Now, I don't know if that means they will come back to Australia or not, but just the thought... just the mere chance and possibility that Mötley Crüe might be back in my country that is enough to keep going. It is enough to get me out of bed in the mornings and go to work. It is enough for me to keep fighting and I know I will get judged for it but fuck anyone who hates on me for saying that because this band means more to me than you will ever know.

ANYWAY...

When I first started writing this, I never imaged anyone would even read it. I was purely writing this for myself, but I am so so happy that many of you have loved and resonated with this story and Y/N Neil.

Out all the fanfics I've ever written this one means the most to me. Thank you for coming along on this journey. I have had a blast writing this and at the moment, this story is finished, but who knows what the future holds ❤️

This is Sourwolf_sterek32 signing off. Until next time, stay safe everyone. I'm going to go cry and rewatch The Dirt for the hundredth time to make myself feel better xx

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee fanfic #vince neil #mick mars #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue x reader #the dirt #john 5 #mgk #colson baker #pov #imagine #80s #music

[hopesangelsprite]

Illumi HCs I feel No One Else Has

(btw why does it look like he's about to put in work on a bi- nvm 💀)

Illumi is deffo either a genius or really good at hiding the fact that he has zero thoughts behind his eyes-

has a rock hyper fixation (istg he's a literal penguin give him a pebble and he'll be satisfied)

when he's in a silly goofy mood, he's in a silly goofy mood and there's no limit to the number of shenanigans he'll get into

He's definitely pulled some of the wildest pranks you've ever seen when he feels like it

He's a biter. That's it, he will definitely nibble on you when cuddling (and will bite at random times simply bc he could).

Will sit in your lap when he wants your full attention.

Has no gauge of his strength bc he's always around strong mfs

Therefore, him getting his licks back are horrendous-

Ass or boobs? Thighs. He's a thigh man for sure (but yeah ass too lol)

Will and has used common phrases you say to relate more to you so expect random slang terms

Is a fashion icon with zero filter so expect heavy criticism "There's no way you'll be seen with me looking like... whatever that is." "You tacky little shit- Go change immediately." "I've never wanted to kms, but your outfits are making me reconsider..."

Has a potty mouth and has definitely called both Hisoka and Chrollo "bitch", "fuck boy", and "hoe" on several occasions

Is the perfect driver but prefers to drive like a bat outta hell for the aesthetic (also bc he and the speed limit don't see eye to eye)

Will sometimes grin and release a little bloodlust to spook you

Is very babygirl and girly pop but hates it when you call him either of those.

When he's away on longer missions, he'll horde gifts he's bought for you to have unboxing days when he gets back

Keeps his nails long bc he likes the look (manipulates them to be shorter for... extracurricular activities 😉)

Color coordinates your outfits when y'all go out so everyone knows you're with him

Not big on PDA but won't let you out of his grip when behind closed doors

Is INCREDIBLY touched starved and has to have a hand on you when you nap together (mostly your chest and crotch idk why idk idk idk)

Remember when I said he was an ass man? And when I said he doesn't know his strength? Yeah, he'll smack your ass and damn near send you flying AND THE MF FINDS YOUR PAIN FUNNY

Most definitely a sadist. End of discussion.

Has broken several beds of yours during extracurricular activities.

Favorite petnames for you: wife, my love, liege, little thing.

Favorite petnames from you: pretty boy, lover boy, doll, honey.

Often when you think he's staring he's actually thinking about the most random shit known to mankind-

[END of pt. 1]

#illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter fanart #hxh #hxh illumi #illumi headcanons #illumi x reader #anime #headcanon #no thoughts head empty #no thoughts behind those eyes #dirt brain #my man my man my man #wife material

[stevenose]

Cowboy Steve who makes you sit on his cock, wearing nothing but his hat, and he lasts all of two bounces before he's holding you down and using his grip on your hips to thrust up into you, biting at your neck to muffle his sounds, keeping when your hands tug at his hair and he can feel brim on his hat on your head hit him as you keel over

reader with a vagina

scream. oh my god.

you took the hat from steve just to be annoying. you like riling him up - it’s very easy. just as easy as it is for him to do it to you.

you know he can’t be patient. he never has been. it’s a pretty bad trait considering his profession. so when he wants you to ride him in that hat, every irony is not lost on you. you strip, except for the hat, and sit down nice and slow, letting yourself stretch out. while he just watches you with hooded eyes.

“you ready?”

“darlin’,” he says softly. “i’ve been ready.”

up. down. up. down.

you’re not expecting his hands to grip your hips so suddenly and so hard. the pads of them are sure to leave bruises in their wake. you’ll push down on them later when you miss him to remind yourself of him.

he fucks up into you so fast and hard that your breath forces itself out with an embarrassing oof! he never lets up. not for a second. not for you to catch your breath. you arch and cry, grinding down so his pelvis hits your clit with each thrust.

“unh!” your eyes roll back while his teeth sink into your hot skin. he never falters. not even when you’re bending over him, stomach flipping, pussy pulsing. his hat topples onto the floor unceremoniously.

a sudden, harsh spank on your ass. “b-better not get dirty,” he scolds, boots planted firmly to the floor. “or you’re cleanin’ it up.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #don’t disrespect the hat 😤 (it is literally covered in dirt) #cowboy!steve

[in-halingstardust]

Helo helooo I'm here because of a brainrot of mine that's been hunting me ever since I saw Dan Heng's dragon form. Reader licking sub Dan Heng's horns?? Holding his horns got me so feral already but I wonder what kind of reactions he will give if we lick it hehe ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)

A/N: omg omg omg omg. BRAIN ROT IS RIGHT gah damn. (♡´艸`) anon ur opening up new doors in my mind frfr !mdni

˚₊· ➳❥ Like listen- you definitely be straddling Dan Heng, and his tits would always be plush and pushing against you as you struggle to reach towards his horns.

˚₊· ➳❥ He is such a good boy; you know! He wants to fondle your ass and suck on your nipples until they were red and sore, but he can't! Not with the way you lean against him trying your best to flick your tongue against his horns. A couple of kitten licks and Dan Heng is already buckling against you as he leans his head back against exposing his Adam's apple as it bobbles. ♡

˚₊· ➳❥ You coo, "Aww Dan Heng I haven't even worked on you yet." Another lick and his hands grip your ass hosting you a couple inches higher giving you more access to his horns. "You're such a good boy, telling me what you want."

˚₊· ➳❥ His tips glow an ethereal of blue and white, creamy...♡ With new length, you put the tip of his horn into your mouth and roll your tongue around it. Dan Heng gives an un-sightly moan, pressing you against him. You were afraid the chair would tip at your weight with the way he was holding you.

˚₊· ➳❥ Who knew Dan Heng was so sensitive? As you gave long swipes up and down each horn you could feel him leaking through his pants onto your panties as he set you against him. Your pussy to his crotch as he rolled into you, mewing for you to take his clothes off, to ride him, to not stop, no matter what. ♡

#.inhalingthirts #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #dan heng smut #dan heng x reader #dan heng sub #listen I love this man so much and I am not getting him cause I am dirt broke on my star rail account.

[inlovewithfictionalmen7]

could i get a nikki sixx angst where reader thinks he’s cheating on her and they have a big fight but it ends up in fluff🙏🙏

thank you for requesting!! i hope you like it and its what you were looking for.

Misunderstanding 

Nikki sixx x reader 

Glancing at the clock on the wall for probably the 20th time since 11:30 pm, when Nixxi said he'd be home. It was no almost two in the morning. For the past few weeks nikki´s been getting home later and later from the times he says, he doesn't act like the guy y/n fell in love with. 

A thought crosses y/n´s mind as she sits on the couch waiting for Nikki to come home. What if he's out with another girl? What if hes fucking another girl right now? What-what if he doesn't love me anymore? y/n thought to herself. She's never let the thought of Nikki cheating cross her mind before but with how he's been acting she can't help it. 

She's so deep in her thought that she didn't hear the front door open and her boyfriend stumble in. Nikki stopped when she saw someone in the corner of his eye. Looking over at his girlfriend he walks over to her “hey babe why are you still up”  he says slurring some of his words. The sudden voice behind y/n made her jump and look up at the obviously drunk man. “I was waiting for my boyfriend who said he'd be home almost three and a half hours ago.” as the words leave her mouth nikki rolls his eyes. “I was out and lost track of time no big deal” he says throwing his arms up. 

“No big deal?!” y/n says rasing her voice “Nikki the past few weeks youve been acting diffrent, not coming home untill almost three in the fucking morning, probably out fucking some random bimbo, while im here waiting for you to come home so i know youre fucking safe!” she says standing  up, looking at her boyfriend who was making an extremely confused face. “Cheating? Are you serious y/n?!” he says glaring at her. “When have I ever made it so you wouldn't trust me? Huh?” nikki says getting in her face 

“Oh i don't know, not telling me where you've been, being distant, not having time for me anymore because if you're not doing drugs you're out doing god knows what!” y/n yells at nikki causing him to turn around, pick up a bottle of jack that he had left laying around one day and throw it across the room making it shatter. “y/n ive never even fucking thought about cheating on you, but you know what. Maybe I will if you already think I am” he says, looking her in the eyes. 

y/n´s eyes well up with tears but before she could say anything nikki starts “oh now you're crying. Typical” rolling his eyes he goes up stairs hearing her crying behind him. Once he's upstairs and in their room, he goes into his closet and shoots up. Reality of everything that happened tonight is sinking in. Nikki wasnt out with another girl, no other girl could even compare to his y/n, and to know that she thinks that low of him hurts a lot.

While nikki is upstairs, y/n is down stairs looking at the shattered glass with teary eyes. After almost ten minutes she decided to clean up the glass carefully. Once she's all done she slowly makes her way upstairs. When she entered the room she already knew nikkis in the closet, so she walked over, opened the door and saw Nikki lying on the ground, a needle laying next to him. Her eyes start tearing up again as she picks the needle up putting it into the trash before turning her attention to nikki 

“Nik? Wake up” she says rubbing his face a little until his eyes open looking at her in a daze, a big frown makes its way to his face when he remembers what happened “baby?” he asks sadly “come on nikki let's get you in bed” y/n says while trying to pull him up. “I'm so sorry y/n, i-i've never cheated on you i promise” nikki says turning to face her, putting his hands on her shoulders “please believe me sweetheart” he begs the woman in front of him. y/n smiles and leads him to the bed, and pushing him to lay down “well talk about this in the morning nikki, you need to sleep right now”  

As she gets into bed next to him he lays his head on her chest. “I love you y/n, more than anything in the world. When I'm out I'm just with Tommy and the guys drinking i promise” he slurs from both the drugs and tiredness. y/n kisses him forehead before whispering “i love you too nikki, now get some sleep” 

The last thing she heard before he passed out was a mumbled ‘im sorry’

#nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx imagines #the dirt imagine #motley crue #motley crue x y/n #motley crue imagine #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx angst

[starpearlz]

hi, I don't know if you're taking requests but I really loved your writing

I found this pic today and now I'm obsessed with the idea of nikki doing his girl's makeup, could u write it? I'd love that

Xx

Fast -> Nikki Sixx

Summary -> ^^

A/n -> this idea is so cute

“Stop moving!” You said giggling as Nikki laughed, “I’m sorry! I’m not used to someone else doing my eyeliner!” Currently it was just you and Nikki in his dressing room, him sitting up in the black leather couch with you in his lap. “I’m gonna poke your eye if you don’t stop moving.. I’m almost done..” you said as Nikki hand rested a on your lower hip.

You bit your lip concentrating on his water line. You finished it moving your head back to make sure it looked good afar. You poofed up pieces of his hair with your hand. “You look good!” You said kissing his lips and holding his cheeks.

“I do have a pretty good makeup artist.” You rolled your eyes, “I do your eyeliner one time and I’m a makeup artist.” He nodded with a little smile “trees you’re my little makeup artist.” He said making you laugh, “whatever you say rockstar.” You put the eyeliner on the coffee table but before you could set it down he grabbed it from your hand.

You looked at him confused, “my turn now..” he said pulling the cap off. “You wanna put it on me?” “No I want you to draw a dick on my forehead, lemme do yours now, please..” Nikki begged pouting with puppy dog eyes making you groan.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.. unless you poke my eye out.. please don’t poke my out.” Nikki chuckled “I’m not gonna poke your eye out.. as long as you don’t move that much.” You have out a whine in response. Nikki moved his face closer to you focusing on your right eye first.

“You know.. for this being my..” he paused trying to concentrate while talking. “Im not doing too bad.” He said “oh shit—“ he mumbled before you felt his finger smudge the bottom of your eyelid. He pulled his head backwards and went to your left eye.

“Wow you already finished one eye?” He nodded, “what can I tell you, I’m fast.” He said in a seductive tone making you laugh. “Stop moving!” “Stop making me laugh!” “Imma poke your eye out seriously stop moving!” “Ok, ok.” You said calming down so he can finish.

He pulled back to look at you before smiling. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss, you laughed breaking the kiss getting up to look in the mirror. He honestly.. didn’t do bad. He gets an A for effort. “It looks good!” You said before getting back in his lap and kissing him. He kissed you harder pushing you onto the couch with him on top of you.

“We have about.. ten more minutes till they drag me out.. that’s enough time.” Nikki said diving into your neck, “what can I say.. your fast.”

#[ nikki sixx 🫀] #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #the dirt #the dirt x reader

[michelle-is-writing]

Left Behind ch.2, Nikki Sixx

Word Count: 1.3k~

Read Chapter 1 here!

TW!: mention of prior drug and alcohol use, rehab, slight angst

Five months of being back in Los Angeles had proven to be just the same as when Nikki and I lived in Los Angeles all that time ago. The only difference was the new apartment I lived in and, of course, Nikki. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night we broke up, and it’s been slowly weighing on me as time goes on. Now six months pregnant, I try to find things that once made me happy like before, but it hasn’t been easy.

I don’t know how Nikki’s doing right now; I don’t even know where he is. The guys called me a lot when I first left, but I never answered their calls, and eventually, they slowly stopped. The only time I answered was when Mick tried calling me, and I explained where I had moved to and why; I didn’t tell him that I was pregnant, however. I hardly even turned on the TV anymore, too afraid to see a news report concerning his death from an overdose, only to be revived in an ambulance afterward.

Hearing what happened made me want to go to him and just make sure he was okay, but I felt like I couldn’t. I knew I was probably the last person he wanted to see, and sadly, I didn’t want to see Nikki the way I saw him before I left, strung out and barely holding onto himself as the heroin constantly coursed through his body. I don’t want memories like that coming to mind when my little girl eventually asks about her father. I want to be able to talk about the good moments we had before everything came crashing down, and I ended up where I am now.

Getting home from my shift as a hospital receptionist, I sit down on my couch and rest as my back relaxes from the reduced straining caused by my large bump. I didn’t think I’d be this big until maybe the last couple of months, but that’s not too far away. I just wish the swollen feet would go away. Out of everything, that has to be the worst part of my pregnancy.

Hearing a knock at my front door, I lift my head from the back of the couch and look toward it. In the time I have rented this place, no one ever comes to my door, not even solicitors.

Standing up from my couch, I walk over to the door before looking out the peephole, only to see an all too familiar figure. However, there are a few differences between him now and the last time I saw him. A small noticeable difference is the small strip of hair growing down his chin. On the other hand, the major difference is the healthy look he has, all while being nervous as he stands in front of my door. I’ve never seen Nikki insecure about anything, always finding confidence from somewhere.

Unlatching my door, I open it, Nikki’s eyes instantly catching mine as he comes into my full view. He doesn’t look sick like he used to, with the skin around his eyes no longer holding a purple hue to it and his cheeks appearing a tad fuller. By the looks of it, Nikki might even pass as clean to someone, but for me, I find myself in disbelief at the thought. I can’t assume anything and make myself hopeful like so many times before.

“Hi,” I murmur, completely lost as I stare at the man in front of me. He shyly smiles back, also appearing lost for words. Mick must’ve told him where I was since I haven’t told anyone else.

“Hi, baby,” he responds, his eyes flickering down to my noticeable bump before flashing back to mine, now wet with tears. “I’ve missed you, a lot… You have no idea.”

“Where have you been, Nikki?” I can’t help but ask, taking a step outside my door to fully face him. His arms awkwardly linger by his sides, not quite knowing what to do with them. A long time ago, Nikki would have instantly taken the chance to pull me close, but now, his actions are halted by uncertainty.

“In all honesty, I’ve been in rehab for the past several months,” he confesses, my eyebrows jolting in slight shock at his revelation. “Me and the guys, we all checked ourselves in. And now, we’re finally clean,” Nikki adds, his smile shining with a bit of pride now. At the same time, I also feel myself proud of him despite everything else.

“That’s great, Nikki,” I tell him, watching a tear slip from his eye. My instincts tell me to wipe it away from his cheek, but the hurt that remains holds me back from doing so.

“I-I know what I said when you left was horrible, and I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am,” Nikki tells me, causing the harsh memories to flow back into my mind. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry I did,” he continues, making me tear up as he steps forward to cup my cheek in his hand. “My memories of us were the only thing getting me through withdrawals, and every time I thought about the night you left, I broke down. I never wanted to lose you, and I never wanted you to go through anything alone.”

My eyes squeezed close at his last comment, the reminder of what he used to say to me, making my heart clench in my chest. “Two against the world,” I can hear his voice from long ago say. The words were a reminder that I wasn’t alone in anything I did; I had someone there to catch me if I fell. But I’ve been alone for a while now, and it’s not that easy for me to just open myself up to him all at once like before, unfortunately.

Seeing his eyes linger on my belly, I find the courage to take his hand in mine and rest it against my bump. “Why don’t you come inside, and we can talk some more,” I suggest, his hand ever so gentle as he runs it against my sweater. “I can show you pictures of our baby girl too, if you’d like,” My voice ends up in a whisper as I say the words I’ve wanted to tell Nikki ever since I discovered our baby’s sex.

At my comment, Nikki looks back at my face with even more tears clouding his eyes before pressing his lips to mine in the softest kiss Nikki has ever given me. His hand still remains on my belly, albeit his fingers are now intertwined with mine. I didn’t think I’d get to do this with Nikki again; I didn’t even know if I’d ever get to see him again.

Pulling away from the kiss, Nikki’s smiling face lingers in front of mine as he rubs his thumb against my cheek. His touch still remains gentle, careful with every move he makes. “I’d love to, baby,” he answers me, his voice choked up a bit. “I’d love to more than anything.”

Smiling back, I can’t help but feel more tears begin falling from my eyes. This feels almost unreal to me, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of emotions hit me all at once. Nikki holding me just like he used to is one of the best things I’ve ever experienced, and as he wipes away my incessant tears, I realize just how amazing this moment is. Nikki is clean, he knows about his little girl, and he’s finally back. The Nikki I once loved is back.

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[prettyyoungandbored]

Crushes [’You and I’ Side Story]

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Female Reader

Author’s Note: Takes place before the events of “You and I.” I was driving through Hollywood and saw a cute couple that reminded me of these two. So thank you, random strangers.

Nikki exhaled as he closed the door behind him. He was relieved to be home after a somewhat mediocre gig.

London was slowly but surely losing its edge. He could feel it and mentally, he was preparing himself for the eventual breakup.

He made his way into the bedroom, setting down his bass. His head turned to see Y/N curled up in bed, hugging his pillow. He smiled, throwing off his shirt.

He knew she felt bad that she couldn’t make it to the show. She worked a double at the diner for the second time that week, exhausting her. He told her there would be other shows. He wasn’t so sure now, but either way her rest was more important.

His pants hit the floor and he kicked it away. He lifted the blanket and crawled under the covers. He threw an arm around her waist, moving his body closer to hers.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard whimpering.

Her whimpering.

He opened his eyes, hoping she was having a sexual dream. But then he noticed the scrunching in her face and realized he needed to step in. He leaned up and gently shook her.

“Babe, babe, babe,” he coaxed her.

Her eyes shot open as she let out a sharp gasp. Her hand was on her chest and he moved closer to her, putting his hand on hers.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he soothed her. “Babe, look at me,”

She turned her head to him as he pulled her into his arms.

“You’re ok,” he assured her, kissing her forehead. “You’re safe.”

She let out a final sigh. “Fuck.”

“Bad dream?”

“That’s putting it lightly. One of the scariest dreams I’ve had in a long time.”

She leaned back onto the pillow, the palm of her hand rubbing her eyes as if that would take away the memories of her dream.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers carding through her hair. “It’s over and you’re safe. I promise.”

She looked over at him, flashing a small but grateful smile. She moved her body to him, snuggling her face into his chest and letting the smell of sweat, cigarettes, and Jack Daniel’s soothe her.

He smirked. “I can think of one way to get your mind off it.”

He leaned his head down to see her smirking back at him. “Nice try, Sixx.”

He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head again. “Worth trying.”

She hummed in agreement. If she had woken up on her own without a nightmare, maybe.

“How was your gig?” she asked.

“Eh, it was a gig,” he replied with a shrug. “We were good. The band before us fucking sucked though. They were a bunch of KISS wannabes which made it worse.”

“You don’t like KISS?”

“I thought they were cool when I was a kid, but they didn’t stick with me like other bands did.” He glanced down at her. “What about you?”

“I had a big KISS phase.”

He paused. “That…somehow does not surprise me. Did Gene Simmons’ tongue do it for you?”

“No, but Paul Stanley did.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Really?”

She looked up at him. “You judging me, Sixx?”

“A little, yeah,” he snorted. “I wouldn’t have taken you to as a lead singer kind of girl.”

“I’m not,” she insisted. “I actually find other musicians who play other instruments in other bands attractive.”

A pang of jealousy hit Nikki, but he wasn’t going to show it. Instead, he smirked. “Oh yeah? Name ‘em.”

She propped up on her elbow, her eyes meeting his. “Eddie Van Halen, guitarist. You should know that considering I told you that I lost my virginity to a Van Halen song.”

Nikki made a face. “Yeah, I sorta pushed that out of my mind because I don’t like hearing there were others before me.”

“There was only one, Mr. Possessive,” she reminded him, poking his nose.

“Yeah, yeah. Ok, Van Halen is fine. Who else is there? You’re forgetting a big one.”

“I am?” she questioned. Then she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah!”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Drummer!”

Nikki’s face fell. “That’s not-.”

“Roger Taylor from Queen.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “So those are your choices? Paul Stanley, Eddie Van Halen, and Roger Taylor? You sure you’re not missing any other key band members you find attractive?”

She thought for a moment. “Ok so there is a bassist.”

“But it’s not Gene Simmons.”

“It’s not Gene Simmons.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “Tell me more.”

She rest her chin on his chest, sighing dramatically. “I don’t know if you know him.”

He knew damn well where this going, but he was down to play her game. “I might.”

“He plays for this band London.”

He chuckled. “London…yeah, I’ve heard of ‘em.”

“So he’s super sexy.”

“Super sexy? Sexier than the men on your list?”

“Definitely.”

“Ooh. Ok, go on.”

“He plays like a god. Like his talent is incredible.” She snuggled close. “He has impeccable stage presence.”

“Impeccable?! That’s some high praise, princess. What else?”

“He’s got black hair. Gorgeous eyes.”

He hummed. “Gorgeous you say?”

She nodded. “He’s also really good at comforting a girl after a nightmare.”

His jaw dropped, slapping his hand on his chest. “It’s me?”

“Surprise!” she giggled.

He leaned his head back. “Wow! I don’t know what to say. I didn’t see it coming.”

She laughed, burying her face in his chest.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Out of all those crushes, which one do you like the most?”

She snorted and lifted her head up. “Who do you think?”

He shrugged. “You tell me.”

“Do you need me to stroke your ego some more?”

“So it is me?!”

She rolled her eyes as he threw his head back laughing. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Obviously you do since you have a crush on me,” he reminded her. “So embarrassing.”

She pulled her lips back. “We live together, dumbass.”

He kissed her nose. “For what it’s worth, I have a crush on you too.”

She hummed. “And how many other crushes do you have?”

“Just one. You. You’re it for me.”

“Until you become a big rockstar and then have groupies.”

“Nope. I’m always gonna have a crush on you.”

She snorted. “Yeah, ok then.”

His smile quickly fell flat as his dark eyes softened. “Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

The sincerity in his tone lifted warmed Y/N’s heart. She always knew he was serious about her, but every now and again, she needed a reminder that he loved her even if he couldn’t outright say it.

It was an issue she knew she would have to work on.

“And Y/N? I’m never going to let anything happen to you. I promise you’re safe with me.”

She pecked his lips before snuggling back into his chest. “I know. And I know you know you’re safe with me.”

His hand rubbed her back soothingly. “I know.”

#nikkisixx #douglasbooth!nikki sixx #douglas booth!nikki sixx x reader #motley crüe imagine #motley crue #nikki sixx x reader #the dirt fanfiction #the dirt imagine #douglas booth x reader

[tteokdoroki]

okay but bakugou can’t wear his wedding ring during patrols because sometimes his hands get too hot and it messes with the metals in the ring so he gets your wedding date tattooed around his ring finger instead.

like he’ll kiss it and put his fist in the air whenever he takes down a big villain and it’s being live streamed because he knows you’re watching.

“this is for you, baby.”

#bakugou x reader #like bakugou katsuki blood dripping from his forehead #chest heaving covered in dirt #looking right into the camera and sending a wink to you at home #swoons and sighs #i need him so bad #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Bestfriends - Mötley Crüe

Authors note: Hello there! I was planning to write for Mötley for quite some time now but I was waiting for my book to arrive (I still don't have it so, well...). English is NOT my first language and I'm a bit rusty. Anyways, enjoy.

Requested?: no

Pairing: best friends!Motley Crue/reader

Summary: You punch Tommy's girlfriend in the face after she speaks badly of his mother.

Warnings: swear words (duh?), mentions of alcohol.

As best friends with the boys, you were always on tour with them, which means sleeping in the bus, partying all night after the shows, and getting in trouble with the terror twins. And even when you paired up with the boys to terrorize Mick, he still treated you like a baby sister.

On one of those days, you were drinking with Mick and Vince in the dress rooms,  Tommy was looking for his girlfriend/fiancé (you didn't even know anymore to be honest), and Nikki was missing too.

The three of you looked at each other with a knowing glance. It was obvious they were fucking.

"I'll introduce her to my parents, man," Tommy exclaimed excitedly. "She's the one."

Mick snorted, then tried to calm down.

"Yeah, man!" Vince said with thumbs up.

"Such a great girl!" You mock, but Tommy didn't understand your tone.

And that's when she appeared.

She wasn't exactly a pleasant company and everyone knew that, everyone but Tommy.

*

Chilling on the bus near Nikki, you were listening to Tommy's weird dream. Something about a floating drum. You didn't really catch what he was saying. That's when his girl stabbed him with a pen.

You and Mick exchanged a weird look and then she started to scream, insulting Tommy. You just couldn't stop the laugh that escaped your mouth.

The black-haired woman looked at you, her eyes burning through your soul.

"And you're just a fucking bitch!"

"Really? Never heard that one before." You mock pouted, making the boys laugh.

"A fucking cunt!"

"Wow, so creative!" You show your thumbs up.

"And you should have protected me from your mother." Another smack against Tommy. "That... that bitch! She's a cunt!"

Everyone's jaws were on the floor.

"A fucking cunt!"

You didn't know what the fuck happened, but one minute you were sitting by Nikki, and the other you were standing, punching her on the nose.

"Never speak about her like this again." You and Tommy said at the same time.

She screams in pain and tries to hit you, but at the same time you push her away with your foot, Nikki holding you to try and stop the fight as Tommy made sure she was out the bus in no time, ending things with her right then and there.

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[needlereads]

Curtis Everett Drabble

I love that we tend to put this man in manual labor, or physically taxing roles. The provider. The Physical Protector. And he can still serve those purposes as needed. But once in a while I chuckle thinking that this man has never worked a regular job a day in his canonical life, bar any part-time work he could have done before the ice took over (there didn't seem to be jobs in the tail end, as much as it obviously sucked). He can organize a revolution, but a schedule? A nine to five? Conference room meetings?? No, not his jam. I want to take that type of rough upbringing plus extremely limited options and put our man Curtis in an AU.

Harsh conditions and poverty would guide Curtis away from a hard life when the chance comes up.

And that chance comes up eventually with you. His fierce little wife. You're the breadwinner, and he gets to dote on you. He's at home, building a cozy nest for you both. His manhood isn't so fragile that he can't hand the reins over to you.

He's got the bubble bath ready, the wine or beer chilled, the fresh fruit all cut up. He's practical with your shared resources, your earnings, of course, he's not going to ever risk your comfort or safety to show off your shared wealth to anyone. He's lived through harsh times, and Curtis has had enough of scarcity, so he's found that perfect balance of indulgence versus smart financing for the future. He understands poverty, he's not about to subject either of you to that sort of suffering. He's going to manage your household with care, maximize the luxuries of modern society.

You get to witness him pursue his interests. He blossoms, without the constant threat of hunger and violence, Curtis gets to be the lover, the defender, the glue to the community.

And he absolutely worships you for accepting him, for letting him love you, letting him live gently. For letting him be the one who gives the hugs, creates a nutritious menu, look after those plants that make your eyes light up. He gets to make you happy. He's got your massages, your physical therapy, your vacations all planned out. Everything he does ensures you, the love of his life, feels pampered, never once doubting how devoted he is to you.

He takes care of his hands, wearing away the callouses so his every touch is soft for you. Today, he runs his thumb over your fresh manicure, kisses your knuckles, shapes your palm against his cheek to feel you hold him -- he loves when you hold him, all physical, grounding him to the present, to this life that Young Curtis never could have hoped for. You adore him for it. For how big his heart is, for how determined he is to enjoy every moment of your lives together.

#I just want him to not know the taste of babies #and to know what it's like to not have dirt under his nails #curtis everett #x reader #curtis everett x reader