#tommy lee fanfic

[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: 3.1k

Warnings: Past child abuse, and of course, excessive alcohol and substance abuse.

A/N: More specific warnings will be added for certain chapters when required. I also just wanted to add in a quick disclaimer and say that through my research, Vince Neil's parents sounded like nice, decent people. However, this is a fanfic and for the purpose of this story and the plot, I am changing that.

Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover

Growing up, you always knew your big brother Vince had what it took to become a rockstar.

As kids, his favourite place other than the beach was the roller-skating rink where they held lip-synching contests. Vince would drag you there with his surfer buddy John and sign up every time. He'd dress up in flared pants, loud open button polyester shirts, wigs and other accessories he thought rockstars were supposed to wear and you'd help him.

It was during those lip-synching contests where Vince discovered his love for performing. He'd jump around on stage, goofed off, played air guitar and threw the microphone around. The crowd ate it up, and he always won. Always.

It wasn't long before the lip-synching turned into actual singing and your brother had a damn good voice even as a teenager. And not long after that he joined a band. Rock Candy.

It was during one of his performances with the cover band that his path to becoming a rockstar kicked off.

Vince was in the middle of singing his cover for My Kinda Lover on the small stage with his band. You'd sing as a backup singer for Rock Candy occasionally, but this song didn't require it, so you hung by the drinks table swirling your Jack and coke around in a solo cup and listened.

The drink was an important necessity every time Rock Candy performed because you weren't sure how you'd get through watching all those girls fawn over your big brother without it. They were practically throwing themselves on him whenever he performed and although you hated it, Vince absolutely lapped up all the attention from them.

There had been a few incidences where drunk girls got too handsy with him. Pulling at his clothes or jumping on stage just to touch him. One time a woman grabbed his scarf and literally pulled him down into the crowd of crazy females. By the time he managed to get back on stage, half his clothes had been torn off and that was when you stepped in and started ordering people out or breaking noses... usually the latter.

Most women treated your brother like a piece of meat. Like he was nothing more than a toy for them to play with and admire. And Vince, although he would never admit it, he didn't enjoy it all the time.

So, even when not on stage with him, you kept an eye on everything and that was when you spotted the three men.

They stood out amongst the crowd of young people dressed in the bare minimum while they wore leather and dark pants with their jet-black hair. You clocked them the second they walked through the crowd as people who shouldn't be here.

No way guys dressed like that would be interest in listening to Vince's cover band. So, what did they want? Trouble, probably.

You hung back eyeing the men cautiously before they began to make their way over to the drinks stand where you still were. None of them paid you any attention while you leant against the side of the table sipping your drink.

It wasn't like you blended in with the crowd here either, so you couldn't judge the strangers too harshly. Your own tight jeans and leather jacket might as well be a full body suit compared to the other girls crop tops and tiny shorts.

"His voice ain't bad." One of the men suddenly said speaking up for the first time since they got to the drinks stand.

"I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks." The other responded.

The three guys continued to watch your brother sing on stage while pointing and commenting quiet words that you couldn't quite catch.

Downing the last of your Jack and coke, you pushed yourself away from the drinks table and took a step to the side until you were blocking their view to the stage and folded your arms across your chest defensively.

"What do you guys want from Vince?"

The man in the middle holding a bottle of Jack Daniels instantly stood up straight sizing you up.

The older man to his right remained silent and looked over your shoulder back towards the stage seemingly bored by your presence, so you kept your attention focused on the middle guy whose gaze hadn't left yours, but he didn't seem like he was going to answer your question either.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You said bluntly.

His brows furrowed into a frown, the blankness on his expression twisting into annoyance but before he could say anything, the younger guy to his left spoke up.

"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"

That had your head snapping away from the middle guy instantly and the second you saw that goofy smile and long hair, realisation hit you like a truck.

Tommy Lee.

Well, shit. You weren't expecting to see him here.

You didn't recognise him earlier. His hair used to be lighter, but now it was black. It suited him though.

The last time you saw him was when you and Vince were living in his van about a year ago. So much had happened since then.

A smile broke out across your face which made Tommy's smile brighten further before he held his arms out a little hesitantly like he wasn't sure if a hug would be an acceptable greeting. If it was anyone else, no, a hug wouldn't be acceptable, maybe a handshake at the most, but this wasn't anyone, this was Tommy.

"Good to see you, Tommy." You said accepting the hug.

His long lanky arms instantly wrapped around your body tightly and you hugged him back, tucking your head against his chest and closing your eyes thinking back to the last time you had seen him.

Your father was a mechanic who worked for L.A. County repairing sheriff's cars. He had so many friends within the law enforcement department, he thought he could get away with anything... and he was right.

When he wasn't at work fixing cars or buddying up to the local cops, he was at home getting high and drinking. And the combination of drugs and alcohol made him mad. It made him angry. It made him abusive.

Your stepmother, Vince's real mother, wouldn't stand for your father's crap and they'd end up in screaming matches against each other. They'd yell, scream, cry and break things from the living room nearly every night.

Vince could always tell when the fighting was about to start, and once you got older, you saw the warning signs too before World War III erupted in the house. When you were little Vince would take you to his bedroom and lock the door while blasting music through his stereo so you couldn't hear the screaming and fighting. He'd make it fun and would use his hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and the two of you would sing and dance on top of his bed trying to forget about what was happening across the house.

When you got older and the fighting would start up, you'd both slip out his bedroom window and get away for a few hours until your father calmed down or passed out from drinking. But sometimes you weren't quick enough to get away.

Those nights were the worst because his anger would turn onto you and Vince.

Vince always took the blunt of his anger. He always tried to protect you from your father's rage and violence, but sometimes he couldn't.

You were eight years old the first time your father ever hit you. He was mad about something -staying up too late, not doing homework, playing music too loud, you couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway.

Your father was always in a terrible mood, the alcohol and drugs made him worse and at the slightest provocation he would take out his frustration on the nearest thing or person which was usually you, despite Vince trying his best to not let that happen.

Your father never outright said it, but you reminded him of the affair he had with another woman -your mother- the woman who dumped a baby at his perfect white picket fence home door with a single note.

'Your daughter, Y/N. I'm sorry'

Vince's mother had taken you in and raised you like her own without hesitation, despite your father wanting nothing to do with you.

You were 16 years old the last time he ever beat you... and the first time he nearly killed you.

"Just stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes on me." Vince practically begged while he sped down the road away from the hell you called home. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Stay awake."

You leant heavily against the passenger side door of the car while holding his scarf against the side of your head. The scarf had started off white but was now stained a bright crimson along with the collar of your shirt.

Blood was trickling down the side of your face from the deep gash on your forehead. The warm liquid sticking and matting in your hair as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"N-no hospital. We can't afford it." You winced, tilting your head to the side to look at your brother, but even that slight movement felt like agony against your pounding head.

Vince clenched his jaw at your words, his hands tightening and untightening around the steering wheel as he drove, but he didn't argue because you were right. You had no money. And if you went to the hospital, they'd call your father, the very same man you were running from.

"We should go back." You whispered closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat behind you. "We have nowhere else to go."

"Hey, no, open your eyes. And we are not going back." Vince stated sternly while he reached over and shook your shoulder until you reluctantly opened your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to just sleep the pain away. "I'm not letting him anywhere near you again. Got it?"

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother."

"I can try."

Before you knew it, Vince was pulling up into the driveway in front of a decent looking house that you couldn't recognise.

"I'll be back. Don't fall asleep."

He was out the car before you could respond, and you watched through the windshield as he ran up to the house and knocked on the front door until a guy you recognised from high school answered.

"Vinnie, what up, dude?" Tommy greeted with a bright smile.

"I... we need a place to stay. Can we..." Vince trailed off while pointing towards a van parked along the side of the house.

"Who's we?"

Vince nodded over his shoulder to where you were sitting in the car holding the bloodied scarf to your forehead.

Tommy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and panic, "holy shit. Is she okay?"

"No. Not really." Vince admitted, emotion thick in his voice. "Can we crash in your van for a few days?"

"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.

-

"I've missed you, dude." Tommy's voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts as the two of you pulled apart.

His eyes shifted to your forehead searching for the scar that he knew was hidden behind your hair. It seemed you weren't the only one who had been thinking back to the last time you saw each other.

"I'm in a band with these dudes." Tommy explained after a few beats of silence. "Guys, this is Y/N. She's Vince's sister. I was in the same grade as her in high school."

Both men nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, they turned their attention over your shoulder to where your brother was still performing in front of the crowd.

Seriously, what did they want from Vince?

"Yeah, Vinnie!!" Tommy cheered enthusiastically as the song came to an end.

"Thank you! We're Rock Candy!" Your brother shouted into the microphone.

"Shitty name."

You turned to glare at the older and very serious-looking man. Sure, you kind of agreed with him. Rock Candy wasn't a great name, but only you were allowed to insult your brother.

"Okay, seriously, why are you guys here and what do you want with my brother?" You questioned, the smile from seeing Tommy vanishing from your face as you got down to business.

"We're looking for a singer for the band." The one drinking Jack Daniels straight finally said.

"And who the fuck are you?"

His sea green eyes shifted back to you, looking you up and down briefly before meeting your gaze.

"Nikki Sixx."

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, "okay, Sixx. Why do you want my brother?"

Vince looked nothing like these guys. Your brother loved white. He'd wear that white t-shirt you had ripped up the sides of and sewn together with lace everywhere because it was his favourite. He had his hair dyed as white as he could get it and fluffed it until it added half a foot to his height. It was his style, and it was the opposite to these guys.

"He's fucking perfect, man." Tommy responded.

"He's pretty good. Got moves." Nikki admitted without answering your question.

Tommy suddenly darted off, pushing his way through the crowd to where Vince was now walking after finishing the last song. Nikki and the older guy didn't say anything else to you, so you didn't speak to them either while you watched Tommy and Vince embrace in a hug and chat for a few minutes before Tommy returned with his signature smile.

"He's in. I think."

You glanced back over to your brother across the crowd as he tucked the tape that Tommy had given him into his pocket without much thought because he was too focused on the blonde-haired woman chatting him up.

Nah, Vince wasn't in.

-

Later that night, you found yourself sitting in the bed of your old Ford F150 truck parked on the beach away from humanity because it was quietest spot and best place to sleep.

Between your shifts at the diner downtown and Vince working as an electrician apprentice plus his small gigs with Rock Candy, it still wasn't enough to afford a house or apartment. Vince usually crashed in the bedrooms of which ever girl he was seeing that week while you slept in a sleeping bag in the back of your truck.

It wasn't so bad, especially this time of year. During winter it was harder, and you were going to figure something else out, but that was a few months away and a problem for later. For now, you were going to enjoy the peaceful beach and sound of waves crashing against the shore like a lullaby every night.

You laid in the bed of your truck staring up at the stars shimmering in the sky above you. The cool breeze was slowly starting to kick in, but not enough for you to grab a blanket out from under the front seat.

Something suddenly slammed against the tailgate of your truck causing you to bolt upright and reach for the pocketknife stashed under your pillow only to find your brother leaning against the side of your truck trying not to laugh.

"One of these days, I'm gonna actually stab you and I'm not even gonna be sorry." You warned pointing at him with the knife.

Vince rolled his eyes, "you shouldn't keep parking in the same spot. Creeps might start to notice."

"Oh, creeps like you?" You shot back causing Vince to glare, but there was no real heat behind it.

"I'm serious though. If some pedo realises a young girl sleeps out here alone, that little knife won't do much to stop him. You need a gun or something."

"I can't afford a gun."

"I can steal you one." He suggested.

"Please don't."

Vince snorted softly before pulling down the tailgate of your truck and sitting on it while overlooking the ocean that was lit up by the full moon shining brightly in the sky above it.

"What happened to your new girl? Her daddy kick you out?" You teased, referring back to a few weeks ago when a girl's father did actually kick him out and he ended up in the back of your truck keeping you awake with his snoring.

"Nah, her dad wasn't home."

You frowned a little at his words because if he hadn't been kicked out of the girl's house then why wasn't he sleeping in her comfy bed or at the very least, her couch?

"Tommy gave me this. Said to listen to it and call him." He pulled a tape out from his pocket and held it out towards you. "It's all I've been thinking about. I couldn't even get it up when I was in bed with her."

"Eww! Too much information, Jesus Christ." You swore taking the tape before jumping out the truck and opening the driver side door turning the key to accessories before inserting the tape into the stereo cranking the volume up.

You sat on the tailgate beside Vince while you listened to the music together on the beach where nobody could see or hear for miles.

It hurt to admit, but fuck, they were pretty good.

"This shits on Rock Candy, no offence." You commented and to your own shock, Vince actually nodded in agreement. "You gonna call Tommy and his sketchy friends to join their even sketchier band?"

"What do you think?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. He was going to call.

-

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A/N:

So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.

I recently saw Mötley Crüe during their last show of the World Tour in Melbourne (I am still pinching myself. It was the best night ever!) and seeing them in person literally kickstarted my obsession for them.

I grew up listening to my dad’s 80s music which obviously included Mötley Crüe. I still remember Girls Girls Girls blasting through the car on the way to school when I was 8. And although I’ve liked their music since I was a kid, I never really knew much about them beyond that.

But when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Mötley Crüe concert with him, I didn’t even hesitate.

I’ll be honest, I had never watched The Dirt before until Vince said during the concert that Mötley Crüe had made a movie and I googled it as soon as I got home.

After watching the movie and seeing them live in concert, I was hooked.

I bought their book The Dirt and binged it in 2 days (that is one hell of a rollercoaster to read) and now I’m literally typing this while wearing a Mötley shirt.

I won’t try and pretend to have been a Cruehead all my life because that isn’t true, but I am so incredibly glad that I have found this love for Mötley Crüe and I hope you all enjoy this fanfic xx

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[th3-wh0le-c1rcus]

Teach me how to play | Tommy Lee

WARNINGS ~ suggestive content/sexual imply, kinda ooc?? mention of alcohol

TYPE ~ oneshot 

READER ~ fem

SUMMARY ~ you ask your boyfriend, Tommy to teach you how to play drums but isn’t it just so convenient you need some… extra guidance… and there’s only one seat at the drum kit? So where do you sit?

You looked out the window and, for the first time, processed what the weather was like: Sunny but still cold. Too cold that you didn’t want to go out. And the heater in your room was broken so all you could do was lie in bed, bored as ever. You considered going back to sleep but the noise from downstairs was too loud to drown out. You shared an apartment with 4 other boys, the hair metal band Mötley Crüe. The only reason you were living there is because you were dating the drummer, Tommy.

You had been dating for a couple months and everything was going smoothly. To be honest, the band wasn’t quite your taste but you still liked watching them practice or going to their shows. Mainly to see Tommy and how well his drumming was. You were fascinated to say the least. How his hands and eyes were so coordinated, how he was so in time every time they played, meanwhile you could barley hold 2 things at once without dropping both of them.

Mötley Crüe was practicing their last song right now and everything was going fine. Just as the song ended you heard a loud crash. Tommy’s cymbal had fallen over again. It happened at the end of every practice session but just to be safe, you ran down to make sure he was okay.

“Guys i swear i meant to do that- oh hey babe” Tommy turned his head and smiled. “We were just finishing up, are you okay?”

“Yeah I was just bored” you said.

“Well, the guys and I are about to head out and get some drinks, wanna come with us?” Then a thought popped into your mind. 

“Tommy, can you teach me how to play the drums?” Tommy’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d waited for this moment for ages, ever since he introduced you to his band.

“Yeah sure! I’d love to!” The rests of the band scoffed.

“so you’re not comin with us T-bone?” Vince asked, irritated. 

“Nah I’d never pass up an opportunity like this! Go ahead we’ll wait here but get me a beer would you?” Vince rolled his eyes and nodded. And with that the boys left leaving you and Tommy alone. 

Tommy gestured you to come over. He started ranting about the names for each part of the drum kit, how to read drum tabs, how to hold the sticks correctly and how to do that weird spinny trick he learned in his high school marching band. You zoned out for most of it, you didn’t REALLY care that much for drums yourself but you needed your plan to work so you had to keep an interested face on the whole time.

At the end of Tommy’s little lecture, he told you to have a seat and gave you a beat from one of their easier songs to try on your own.

“Uhh, you aren’t going to show me first?” You asked.

“Nah you can do it babe! You got this!” Tommy’s words were so encouraging it was weird..

“But-“ 

“Dude just TRY even if you fail who cares?” He cut you off. Just TRY? You didn’t know how to do this, you barley even paid attention to his lesson! But nonetheless you gave it a shot anyway. And… failed… but Tommy didn’t get mad or anything. just kept telling you to try again. 

But at this point even you were irritated that you couldn’t get it right, the frustration visible on your face. Tommy acknowledged this and told you to get up.

“Hey don’t worry, I’ll show you how I do it and then you can try again alright? I’m not giving up on you.” Tommy sat down and started playing flawlessly, start to finish. The cymbal didn’t even crash this time. “See babe? Easy as that. Now come on try it again!” Alright, this was your chance to initiate the next phase of your plan. 

“Tommy clearly I’m not doing well at this…” You said in a fake dramatic tone, “Could you help guide me while playing?” 

Tommy’s expression was utterly confused. “W..what do you mean Y/N?” He asked, still seated, legs closed.

You slowly sat down on Tommy’s lap and looked over your shoulder at him. You took the drum sticks from him, and guided his hands onto yours. Tommy was shocked and almost blushing but he managed to act cool about it. But you knew the effect this sort of stuff had on him, these wholesome yet suggestive shenanigans. 

“Sooo, Tommy, can you show me how to do it again?” You asked him with slightly titled upward to create a fake innocent look. 

“Uh yeah of course babe” He softly held your hands and guided them where needed to go, like a Marionette puppet. Tommy was too fixated on getting the beat right he didn’t even notice his very obvious boner. You did though. And that’s when you knew your plan was going right. 

After a couple tries you finally figured it out and could play it on your own, not needing Tommy’s help.

“Babe I think I’ve got this.” You said confidently. 

“That’s great, want me to get u-“

“No that’s fine you just stay right where you are.” You interrupted, dragging out the ‘i’s in ‘right’ just to add emphasis. (YKWIM RIGHT?) You were slightly slipping off Tommy’s leg so you had to shift and move up a bit, causing him to let out a quiet gasp which you very clearly heard. You smirked to yourself, knowing what this was doing to him. At this point Tommy had caught on to your little plan and decided to add his own part.

To ensure you didn’t slip any further, he put his both hands on either end of your hips. He wasn’t completely confident in this move, thus him bouncing his leg up and down nervously which certainly didn’t help you play but it definitely felt good. The way each time his leg went up, it hit just the right spot. Tommy didn’t even realise what this was doing to you, he was just nervous.

You tried your best to play the beat on your own this time but Tommy moving his leg so much like a 10 year old boy with an attention span the size of a pin kept distracting you. And though he couldn’t see your face, he could sense the blood rising to your cheeks. Instinctively he lowered his head onto your shoulder, hands still firmly gripping your waist, and continued to watch you play, occasionally planting rough kisses on your neck. And occasionally causing you to let out a soft moan here and there. You could feel the heat radiating off Tommy’s face and he could feel you directly on his crotch, and both of you were trying so hard to act cool and failing.

Once you had finished the song you looked over at Tommy and made eye contact with him. You opened your mouth to ask him how you did only to be swept up into a passionate kiss. Without breaking it you completely turned around to face your boyfriend and put your arms around his neck. 

Tommy wished the kiss could go on for hours, but if Tears For Fears thought us anything, it was nothing ever lasts forever. And that was because for the last 5 minutes or so, the rest of the band had been watching you and Tommy through the window.

Tommy opened his eyes fully and gently lifted you off his lap and walked up to the window. He banged on it a couple times with his fist, nearly breaking it in the process. The boys came in and Nikki and Vince were visibly struggling to hide their laughter. Mick merely snickered at you both. 

Tommy and you looked at each other and then then back at the boys in utter embarrassment. You pulled up the collar of your shirt to hide the very visible bruises on your neck that Tommy had given you, but they had all seen them so there wasn’t really a point.

Vince finally spoke up. “Here’s ya beer T-bone” He said tossing the bottle over to Tommy, still giggling. 

“Man cmon it was band time not get it on with your girlfriend time!” Nikki added. Blush spread across your cheeks and you decided to run up to room to hide, Tommy hurrying after you. 

“Psh, so weak” Mick scoffed.

Tommy entered your room and leaned on the doorframe waiting for you to unbury your face from your pillow. When that didn’t work he sat on the edge of your bed and put his hand on your leg which made you turn around rapidly.

“Sorry about all that babe, I was really starting to enjoy that drum lesson.” He said with a smirk

“Mhm you should teach me more often Tommy, but for now let’s just finish what we started.” 

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[joekeeryswife]

thinking about writing for Tommy Lee- if you have any requests for him send them in!! (set in the 80s and 90s!) x

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[thesmokingguns]

Candy (HALLOWEEN 2021 REPOST)

Warning: MINORS DNI 18+. Fingering, threesome, sex, oral sex (Male and Female receiving), food play, Sugar baby/ Sugar daddy relationship, Cum play, implied sex for money and transactional sex in past, shared relationship, praise kink.

Kids ran from house to house with swinging plastic buckets or pillowcases clutched in their eager hands. Angel wings and devil horned costumes roamed with witches and superheroes as parents leisurely strolled behind them from house to house, keeping half their attention on their children and the other half with their friends.

Porch lights were lit to let the kids know what house they could run up to or adults say on front steps with bowls full of sweets for the little ones.

The roar of a motorcycle had parents ushering their kids to sidewalks as it cut through the road, pulling to the house at the end of the street.

Tommy got off the bike, shaking out his hair as he smiled at the two kids dressed like a pirate and a dragon rushing up his steps. As if she expected them the door opened and out stepped the little minx who had been controlling his mind for the last few months.

Her glittering fairy wings and whiffs of tulle that barely covered her fairy outfit had Tommy glad that he had come home early to see her. She was glittering in diamond jewelry he had gifted her over the course of their meeting. He loved seeing her covered in signs of his love; he had competition with his sweet thing and anything that showed off his being with her turned him on.

The drummer took the steps two at a time catching her around the waist and picking her up as she laughed. The bowl of candy fell behind her spilling all over the hall and Tommy reached behind them to slam the door shut. His fingers moved to switch the light off and close off any chance of interruptions from trick or treaters.

She laughed between kisses, letting Tommy guide her back into the house and falling over the sofa where he promptly covered her like a throw blanket. His fingers traced along her legs, pushing the soft tulle over her thighs and tracing the silk between her thighs.

“Tommy.” She breathed a heavy moan as he pushed her panties to the side, two fingers pressing passed her lips to trace her slit, dragging her wetness up to rub her clit, “Tommy it’s not your day-ohh fuck.” He quieted the protest by pressing his thumb against her.

The pad of his thumb rubbing at the button, small circles as he pressed two fingers at her entrance. The friction from his pants and the pressure from his hand being trapped between her body and his growing cock. She forgot about the days as he slid the tips of his fingers inside of her, whimpering in satisfaction at the stretching feeling. His knuckles bumped against her walls as he moaned into her mouth, his tongue swiping across her lip as he watched she’d through eyes hooded with lust, squirm underneath him.

He loved watching her. The way her thighs would part a little further for him to get closer to her. She would make these little purrs of pleasure, her fingers going o her mouth to try and quiet herself so that Tommy had to slide his weight to his knees and elbow while holding her hands above her head.

“I want to hear you.” His eyes were on her as she let the lip she was biting fall from between her lips, nodding in understanding ag the request.

She didn’t hold back.

Her moans bounced off the living room walls, deep groans of satisfaction as he rubbed her clit in firm circles. His fingers slipped in and out of her in almost frenzied pushes. She was so close, he could tell from the way her voice warbled and her knees curved inward to squeeze around his waist.

When she was right there he slid his fingers from her, sitting back on the couch and trying to undo his belt.

“What? Noo!” She whined in frustration at being denied her orgasm. Tommy was too busy undoing his zipper, pushing at his pants to pull himself out so he could silence her whining by slipping into her body.

“You’re really going to make her wait like that?” They both looked up and saw Sixx standing in the hallways of candy, sucking on a lollipop. His eyes fell to them. Tommy between her legs and the way her face was flushed from desire. He could smell her in the air, sweet like candy. His sugar baby.

“I told you it wasn’t your day.” She said to Tommy, frustrated by him. Nikki chuckled as he moved over, his fingers brushing her hair off her shoulders and rubbing his fingertips over her neck pulling her eyes to look up at him.

Tommy was always in awe of the pair of them. The way she changed with the bass player. She was molded to his liking and Nikki kept her in line, just like he wanted.

He brought the lollipop out of his mouth with his free hand, bringing it down to her lip and rolling the sticky redness over them before bending down and kissing her sticky lips with his own. He pulled away sliding the half sucked lollipop between her lips and leaving her there laying with her legs spread on the couch.

The drummer was hard, now out of his jeans and sitting across from her and knowing Nikki was going to be mad about him trying to get with her on his time. She was their sugar baby that they shared but there was a schedule they kept and both of them expected the other one to honor that.

Nikki gave Tommy a look and then looked down at the girl. There was something wicked about the way he was looking between them and Tommy knew that Sixx was going to do something.

He fell to his knees in front of the couch, turning their girl so she was facing him. His fingers moved to pull off her panties, discarding the soaked silk on the floor and starting to work off her clothes until she was shining with diamonds and bare skin.

“Why do you waste something so sweet?” He asked Tommy to reach out to pluck the sucker between her lips out with a lewd pop of her mouth. Both men watched her sticky lips as she ran a tongue over them savoring the last taste of candy on her tongue. “Are you ready for me now, baby?” She nodded her head, legs opening and shifting so she was on the edge of the sofa, “Good girl.” He moved the lollipop between her lips, swirling the red pop in her wetness. His eyes flashing up as he pressed it inside of her.

The way she squirmed, blushing as her body clenched around the object inside of her made Nikki smirk. He twirled it around again watching her wiggle around it. When he pulled it out he looked at the drummer, handing him the lollipop wet with her juices.

“Now you can get a taste of what you’re missing. I want you to be able to enjoy the show.” The cockiness of the bassist as he pulled the girl closer to him, his tongue coming out to swipe up around her juices. Kissing the wet thighs as he moved to her core, all well on Tommy’s couch.

But the drummer slid the candy into his mouth, watching how she looked up at him with an ‘oh’ of surprise.

Her tits bounced as she grinded into Nikki’s face, he was coated in her sweetness eating her like she was a bowl of sugar. Licking and sucking on her loudly. The way he knew exactly what she liked, both of them growing harder as she whimpered and screamed in pleasure.

Tommy reached between his legs, stroking himself as he sucked the lollipop harder. Savoring her taste mixed with the sugary cherry flavoring. His hand reached out, groping her breasts as both her and Nikki looked at him joining in on their fun.

He teases her lips with his cock. Jerking himself against her closed lips, knowing she’d wait for Nikki to tell her it was okay. His precum wetting them as the head of him slapped against them.

“Why don’t you suck on Tommy well I fuck you.” Nikki suggested. he was already rearranging her on the couch. Dragging her ass over the arm as her head rolled to the side.

The drummer felt her warm, wet tongue rub over her lips and hit the tip of his cock and he pushed forward, pressing himself into her mouth. She was greedy with him. Running her tongue on the path of velvet skinned veins, her hands rolling his balls in her palm.

He heard her gasp around him and looked down to see Sixx had slid inside of her. Her legs opened and closed like a butterfly before her thighs squeezed around his waist and her lips tightened around the drummers cock.

Tommy swore as he moans were silenced by him. His fingers burying themselves in her hair as he watched the way she was looking up at him with watering eyes.

“Isn’t our baby a good girl, T-Bone? Look at how happy she is to be shared. What a treat she is.” As Nikki praised and objectified the girl she tried to look at him but the drummer was holding her against him, balls smacking her face as she was choking on him. Drool flowing down her chin onto the diamonds he had bought for her.

Tommy pushed her hair away from her face, pushing his hips forward as he face fucked her, both him and Nikki picking up the pace.

The bassist could feel her squeezing his cock, she was already over stimulated. Drunk off of the two men tasting and touching her as the appetizer of the evening. With Nikki sliding into her, stretching her body to its limits and Tommy choking her as he slid his cock between her lips and down her throat she was going to break apart.

“You’re strangling my cock, baby. You’re about to cum. Aren’t you, sweet girl? Let me touch you right here.” Nikki’s fingers brushed her clit and she let out a strangled cry. And Nikki jerked forward holding her hips as she tried to wiggle.

The two men glanced up at each other smirking as she came apart on either side of them. Nikki ride out his own orgasm cumming inside of her. He slid out of her, his cum slipping down her thighs. Sticky against her thighs.

Tommy, who had been watching, pulled out, hearing her surprised gasp as she looked up at him with surprise as he came on her face, watching amused as she slipped her finger between her legs and across her face, putting them both in her mouth and sucking.

“My favorite Halloween treat.” She teases, feeling both the men looking am at her as she stretched out. The little minx was smirking at them both, “Don't tell me that’s all you have for me? It’s still early.” The two guys shrugged their shoulder and Nikki grabbed her hands, standing her up.

“You asked for a lot of trouble, baby. I hope you’re ready for a long night.” Nikki warned.

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[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 1. Welcome To Tommyland

Hollywood California, January 5 2002

Coming in off the highway, the warm California sun approaching the peak between the mountains in the distance, I make my way into the Hollywood Hills for a last minute meeting that I had been called into. I had no idea what it was about and was hesitant when a representative from a PR company for MCA records contacted me but wouldn't let me know the details. All I was allowed to know was that there was a last minute change for a client and that they needed a manager as soon as possible. It had been a while since I had any work and now that I was on my own, with my own small management company, I needed to take what I could get. 

Reaching over and turning down the car stereo knob of the rental car that was blasting my favorite Sepultura record Chaos AD, I glance at my notebook and planner resting on the passenger seat with a yellow sticky note attached to the front indicating the address of the place where the meeting was being held. Flipping my long dark curls out of my eyes and searching the streets to find the building, I finally reach my destination and pull up to the curb just outside the front door. 

I turn off the engine and give myself a quick look in the rearview mirror, wait for a few cars to drive past me before opening my car door, and sliding out of the driver seat. After I close the door, I quickly make my way to the passenger side and grab my notebook and planner, and adjust myself making sure I look presentable enough.

I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, how formal or not formal this meeting is since it was such a last minute decision. So I just went with my red doc martens with my ripped distressed light wash jeans, my Behemoth band shirt that I've custom made into a loose fitted tank and my leather jacket. I exhale, a curl fluttering up and falling back down as I find the confidence to walk through the front door.

Ok Andi, you can do this, it's not the first time you know

"Can I help you?" a young woman asks as I approach the front desk of the black and white detailed main entrance of the building.

"Um, yes. I'm Andi... Andi Cornell, I have a meeting with - " I start as I pull out one of my business cards that I was able to finally get made.

"Ah yes, you are meeting with Alan Dutton," She smiles at me as she takes my card to give it a quick glance and then hands it back. She then turns in her swivel chair, rises and knocks on the door behind the desk while I just grin nervously. I hear her mumble something about me and a male voice on the other side , then she closes the door and says  "Have a seat, it'll just be a few more minutes," and gestures to the row of black leather chairs that were lined up along the wall of the entrance. 

"Thank you," I say with a small smile and turn to walk over to sit down.

As I gaze up at the clean white walls admiring the perfect pieces of different abstract artwork that fill the entrance area I think back to when this had all started. It's been years since I was thrown into this infamous rock and roll lifestyle as they say, managing bands and touring around the world. Just a young girl, newly married wondering how everything got so complicated.

"Mrs. Cornell?" The young woman calls.

"Miss... um, Cornell," I correct her politely and she smiles with a nod at me.

"Alan can see you now," She says gesturing to the door entrance behind her.

"Thank you," I say and gather myself as I rise from the chair and head towards the door to the office.

"Hey Andrea, come on in" Alan Dutton says as he rises from the long boardroom and steps over to me, extending his hand for me to shake. "It is Andrea Cornell right?" 

"Yes, but um... you can call me Andi" I smile and shake his hand.

"Andi, of course Andi, I'm glad you could make it on such short notice, the drive wasn't too long was it?" He asks.

"No, no, not at all" I smile.

"Great, great, well have a seat, we've just started going over the contract. Don't worry we'll make this quick, I know Tommy needs to get back to recording," He says. 

I furrow my brow for a moment wondering just who I was being hired for and as soon as Alan stepped away from me, I see Tommy Lee sitting at the table, his tall frame leaning slightly over the table as he flips through some papers sitting cross legged in the swivel boardroom chair much like a small child would sit on the carpet in kindergarten waiting patiently for the teacher to call his name. He wore a plain white t-shirt shirt, camo print cargo pants, his dark hair with faint light streaks cut shaggy and those infamous tattoos. I mean I knew he had those tattoos but it was so much more impressive in person. I felt frozen on the spot. I could feel my heartbeat begin to rise as my nervousness began to take over. 

"Andi, have a seat, this is Tommy Lee. I'm sure you've heard of him," Alan gestures to the chair beside Tommy.

"Who hasn't?" Tommy says and Alan laughs. Tommy then glances up at me quickly, then back down at the papers, then back at me again and keeps his gaze on me for a few moments and offers a sweet smile and extends his hand for me to shake. "Hi," He adds his voice low and husky.

"Hi," I smile sweetly back, shaking his hand and sitting down beside him, setting my planner and notebook on the table in front of me, pushing my curls behind my ear as he continues to look me over.

"So here is the contract, just a basic agreement I'm sure you've seen many times before..." Alan trails off as he slides copies of  the contract over to me. I take them from him and read through, which he is correct as it is just a pretty standard management contract. I do like the fact that it was just my name on it instead of always seeing 'on behalf of Silver Management' underneath. Then I realize that it is only my name on the contract with Tommy as my client and no other partners which worried me for a moment.

"Um, so it's just me? I thought I was just being brought in as a Partner?" I say as I read over the last page.

"No, no. Tommy's looking for just one person for management," Alan says.

"Yea, I uh.. I'm sick of so many different people in the pot y'know, I just want it simple. I'm one person so I just need one person," Tommy says and I glance up at him for a moment and he smiles sweetly at me again, then I quickly glance back down at the last page. There were so many things running through my head that it was almost like I couldn't even think. Then before I even knew it I was scribbling my name across the bottom of the contract right beside Tommy's signature.

"Alright, now that's all signed, I will get outta here and leave you to get back to your day. Andi?" Alan says as I slide the one copy of the contract back to him and he shakes my hand. "Tommy... call me if you need anything alright?" He says shaking Tommy's hand and he nods with a smile. 

"Andi, I will forward you all the scheduling and everything that I have on behalf of Tommy here and uh... well see you again," Alan says as well all stand and head towards the door. 

"Ok sounds good" I say as we all step out into the entrance area by the front desk. After a few more moments of well wishes, he leaves Tommy and I alone as the young woman behind the desk pays no attention and listens to her tunes through her earbuds. 

"Well I guess I'll head out too, but I'll be in touch and we can go over the schedule once I get it," I say looking up at Tommy and instantly feeling nervous all over again. 

"Uh yea, or we can just... hang out for a bit now? I'm just finishing up recording downstairs," He says

"Hang out?" I ask.

"Yea, you know... it's a thing you do when you wanna get to know someone, " He says. 

"No, I should go, I have appointments and... stuff," I say.

"Stuff?" He says and I really couldn't think of another way to put it so instead I say "I'm looking forward to working with you" awkwardly, realizing how much of an ass I am, shake his hand and head out of the building as fast as I could and straight for my car. 

Fuck, Andi why do you always have to be so damn awkward all the time? Why can't you just once be cool and flirty - but not too flirty- and just not make a total ass of yourself?

"Because I'm just an ass," I say, answering myself, turning the ignition and heading back to my hotel.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Groupie Love

Mötley Crüe x Fem!reader

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

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

No summary what’s the point

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[robocoplesb]

Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3

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

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

Request;

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

Thankies!! ^^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"— such a beautiful little thing..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“— needing some attention, right, princess?”

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

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[anna-n-hetfield]

Right In Front of You

Summary: Hc for Tommy Lee or Nikki Sixx (up to you) getting super drunk at a party and his girlfriend tries to take him to their room but he just yells because he "has a girlfriend whom he loves very much" and he doesn't realise until one of the other boys tells him that his girlfriend is right infront of him?

Author’s Note: sorry this took so long. I had intended to get this sooner, but life had gotten in the way in the form of school. Not much of an excuse, but hey, I finally got around to it. Turned it into more of a one-shot instead of a HC. Not sorry for that. I kind of loved this idea a little too much.

Y/N threw back the cup in her hands after saying bye to her friends. She was ready to go, but her boyfriend Nikki was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she threw her cup in the trash and went in search. The music was pounding through the speakers. It was so loud that it was causing a headache, and she could only imagine how long her ears would ring in the morning. She didn’t know think she was going to find him until she saw the tall, lanky drummer, Tommy heading to the back porch.

There was less people out here, and the music was muted some by the doors. Though Y/N swore she could see them shaking a little. Her eyes scanned the crowd until she spotted Nikki standing over by the pool. He had a cup of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was talking with Mick and Tommy who had just caught up with him. Then there was a girl who was lurking off to the side who appeared to be pouting. Y/N didn’t think much about because she was ready to go to bed. She had been up for too long, and she wanted some time her love alone.

“Hey, Nikki, let’s go,” she said, stopping in front of him.

“Um, no,” he said, looking at her questionably. His words were slurred heavily, and she had to wonder just how much he had to drink.

Both Mick and Tommy raised an eyebrow in question. Nikki would never say no to you. They both knew that he would go out of his way to make her happy. So this no was so out of character for him.

“Babe, please. I want some alone time,” she pleaded, grabbing onto his arm to give him a slight tug in the direction of their room.

Nikki pulled his arm roughly away from her, spilling some of his beer in the process. He glared down at her, not recognizing her. “I don’t know who think you are, but I have a girlfriend. She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me, and I’m not letting some slut ruin what I have,” he said.

Y/N stepped back in shock. Her hand went to her mouth. She was so unsure of what to think. Should she be angry that he doesn’t recognize her in his drunken state? Or should she be happy that he doesn’t want to go with someone else? She tried and failed to hold back her laugh.

“I don’t know why you are laughing unless you think that I’m joking. I’m going to tell you what I told that last chick. You wouldn’t know how to please me, and I’m not giving you the chance,” Nikki growled.

“Babe, come on. You really need to come to bed. You’re a little drunk right now,” Y/N said, holding out her hand to him. She couldn’t believe the look he gave her.

“I’m not your babe,” Nikki said, taking a drag on his cigarette.

“Nikki, yes, you are her babe,” Tommy said, laughing.

“I’m Y/N’s babe, and that is not Y/N,” Nikki replied, looking at Tommy as if he lost his mind.

Mick was just shaking his head. “Yeah, well, Y/N is right in front of you, asking for you to go to bed,” he said, grabbing Nikki’s shoulder and giving him a little shake.

Nikki looked over at her and blinked a couple of times. He shook his head and then his eyes went wide. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out for her. “I didn’t recognize you.”

Y/N laughed. “It’s not like I had a huge make over in the last hour. You’re just drunk,” she said, grabbing his hand. “You really need to come to bed and sober up.”

Nikki followed after her, happily following after her now that he knew who she was. Y/N could feel the jealous glares from the jealous girls, but she didn’t really care. She took him back into the house and straight to their room.

She shut the door and turned around to Nikki who didn’t waste time in grabbing onto her and bringing his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss and noticed how sloppy it was.

“Nikki, bed,” she said, pointing to the place in question. “You’re too drunk.”

“But,” he whined.

“Oh, come on. Mick and Tommy had to tell you who I was. I’m not listening to you whine when you couldn’t recognize me. I don’t want you to think you are cheating on me,” Y/N said, kicking off her shoes.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he said, still trying to get his way.

“No, I’m getting even,” she teased. “Now, come on. Let’s get some sleep. Besides, you know it’ll be better in the morning.”

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[red-write-hand]

Idk what this could be used for but characters trying to play poker and someone doesn’t understand it so they stop and try to teach said character the rules and they pretend to understand because it makes everyone else happy to play.

absolutely luv <3

Poker Face

paring -> thomas shelby x reader

warnings -> nothing much, just some shelby fluff

word count -> 250

The private room at the Garrison was currently occupied by the Shelby’s doing an array of different activities. Ada and Esme were talking politics, Finn was darning the edge of his cap, Polly was drinking and smoking while presiding over everything. The three brothers had started to play poker and Tommy had asked his wife if she had ever played poker, she had said yes so they had dealt her in.

“Alright love, you’re gonna-“ He could see that her eyes were slightly glazed over. His cornflower eyes met hers and she shook her head.

“Sorry darling, no one’s really really taught me how to play and I’m rather tired.” She leaned into his form that was behind her, letting her head loll against his chest. His expression softened and wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t braced against the table, around her cards, playing the hand for her. A small kiss was planted on his jaw and the mood was normal again.

Slowly, as he kept showing her how to play, she was learning. The whole family were throwing out tips on how to play to get the best possible outcome, how to keep a poker face, when to fake a poker face, what to play at what time. Tommy’s smile was broad and genuine. Everyone being accepting of his darling’s inexperience. He started to kiss her hair as they played. She let out a small hum of happiness, no, not happiness, complete serenity. She was happy. Completely and utterly.

(pls do tell me if i made any grammar mistakes, thanks yall)

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[madiisixx]

Naked and Bare | Current! Tommy Lee x Reader

Summary: you asked Your husband to be more dominant with you in the bedroom.

AUTHORS NOTE: I've never written for Tommy before so if this is trash, I sincerely apologize in advance. This is also shorter because I made it into a blurb rather than a full blown fic.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

GIF by deakysblueoutfit

Butterflies in your tummy is all you felt in this moment.

you asked for it and you may regret it later but right now? Oh, it felt so good.

Your husband Plowing into you from behind, one hand pulling on your hair and another around your stomach to keep you up right.

Sloppy kisses filled your ears and Heavy pants came from your lips, "Tommy more please" 

He chuckled and leaned his lips right next to your ear. "My sweet baby wants more yeah? I'll give her more."

And with those next words, high pitched moans and gasps fell from your lips. He started to plow into you faster than before and the thrusts of his hips had you bouncing back onto him.

Sweet moans fell from his lips and he grunted, leaning his back against you. "I can feel you starting to get close baby, you gonna cum for daddy?"

You moan loudly and gasps into his ears, "Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum daddy please!"

He reaches around and brings his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing it in time to match his thrusts.

Reaching your own hands up to your chest, you squeeze them and pull on your nipples for some extra stimulation.

Tommy groaned at the sight and his thrusts started to get sloppy, "baby if you don't cum soon, I'm gonna blow my load." 

you giggled, but soon the giggles turn into screaming moans as he picked up his pace once again.

Clenching down around him hard, you started to see starts behind your eyes. "Oh Tommy! Oh my god!"

He panted and sweat started to drip down onto his face, he reached his hand up into your hair and pulled it back hard enough towards him it made you explode around him instantly.

"Fuck yeah! look at that baby, you're so sexy Cumming on me like that fuck!"

All you felt were stars behind your eyes, you didn't even notice that Tommy was right behind you in ecstacy.

One last thrust and a groan in your ear, you felt his seed paint your walls, him groaning into your ear.

He chuckled and wiped the tears of pleasure from your eyes, "My sweet baby, such a good girl for me."

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[munsons-melody]

no because why does tommy lee have the same face as the dad from zack and cody

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[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

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[skinomyteethh]

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ skinomyteeth introduction!

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ angie or ang. she/her. leo. half finnish. half mexican. violinist. archer. photographer. journalist. psychology nerd. i write fan-fiction for 60s-90s musicians. i speak spanish, english, french, finnish and german. requests are always open.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ bands & groups i write for: metallica, megadeth, guns n' roses, motley crue, aerosmith, bon jovi, van halen, the doors, L.A. guns, led zepplin, hanoi rocks, poison, ramones, skid row, etc.

all i ask is that you’re patient w me i might not answer your message or ask right away, i promise im not ignoring you!! I don’t write any “heavily dark” or dark content (things that involve incest, pedophilia, heavy gore, abuse of any kind, and no piss or other questionable kinks. don’t b scared to send req for drabbles i promise u im v nice!! I write do smut, I sadly don't write for male readers but I do write gender neutral stories if requested, if you wanna be friends just hmu on here! im free almost all the time

(posting is scary + I forgot who to cred for the divider)

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[joekeeryswife]

Do you write for any Motley Crue?

i write for tommy lee! i was thinking about nikki sixx but i’m not sure yet x

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[thesmokingguns]

Cheaters Punishment

minors dni 18+

mentions of cheating and implied sx

Tommy walked into the house, sighing as he thought about how he had to shower before his girlfriend got home. He could feel the grip of guilt that was holding strong to him and he didn’t want to think about what he had done or who he had done it with. All he wanted to think about was getting clean and hiding his problems.

That would be step one.

Step two would be find his fiance, buy her something shiny that cost too much money and would absolve him of some of the guilt that he was feeling, and oh boy, was he swimming in it.

“Tommy? Is that you?” he froze like a bandit, sweat pouring from his head, sliding down his temples around his ears as he cursed, thinking about where her voice was. “Tommy?”

Kitchen.

He dashed up the stairs, into the master bathroom in their bedroom where he would take a shwoer that burned his skin and would make him feel 2% cleaner and at this point Tommy would take any percent of feeling better.

“Why are you being weird?’ her voice was in the bedroom now as he ripped his clothes off, wondering if he could burn them and she would notice. If she would-

The door opened and she saw him, naked and looking like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Except​ Tommy had put a whole lot more than just his hand in a cookie jar. She looked him up and down, sniffed the air and cursed.

“Hey babe.” Tommy swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he looked at her, seeing the realization of why he was acting strange passing over her face as her fists clenched open and closed and he saw her start to grind her teeth, “How was-”

“Who was she?” Tommy wanted to say something stupid like ‘who’ but he knew that if she knew he had cheated that it was already too late for him and he was going to have to talk to her.

But it was very hard to talk to her when he was naked and feeling so guilty. He wanted to curl up in the shower and not think of the girl he had fucked in the bathroom of the recording studio.

“I don’t know her name. She was just at the studio.” Tommy didn’t know how to even begin saying it was a mistake because they both knew it, both were aware of how it happened sometimes with him.

Tommy Lee and the dick he couldn’t just keep to himself.

“Was she prettier than me?” the way his fiance was staring at him, her eyes blazing as she looked at him, not afraid to make eye contact when it was the last thing that Tommy wanted to do.

“Are you crazy? No one is as beautiful as you.” he was sincere and she could see that, “She was just there and easy.” he admitted it, knowing how stupid it sounded, how foolish he was for having let some random girl get him to fuck her.

At least he wore a condom.

“Did she fuck you better than I do?” Tommy watched the way she was moving to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, his mouth going dry as he tried to figure out what his fiance was doing as she stepped forward towards him, eyes still looking directly at him.

All he could do was shake his head no as she pushed her shoulders back, shirt fluttering off as Tommy let his eyes half close, feeling the way his cock was jumping as she moved closer to him. She ran a finger down his chest, eyes looking up at him before grabbing his hand and leading him into the shower.

“I want you to fuck me like you fucked her. Show me how you treat those girls who don’t mean anything to you.” Tommy wanted to say that was fucked up but he had just cheated on her and he wasn’t really teh one to have the moral high ground right now.

Plus, if all he had to do was have a quickie to be forgiven he was getting off pretty easy and he didn’t want to waste his get out of jail free card.

“I can’t just fuck you like that, love. You are more than that to me.” she looked over her shoulder, leaning forward as she shook her ass at him, trying to entice him into the game she wanted to play.

“But what if you’re not more than that to me?” Tommy gulped at her words, his mind going blank as she got into his head, making him not be able to think.

Fuck.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards and then slamming her hard into the wall. The way her mouth parted, his eyes watching the shock that was registering on her face as he was rough with her.

“You want me to fuck you like I fuck groupies?” he kicked her legs apart, spitting in his cock as he stroked himself, “Don’t cry when you get what you ask for.”

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[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 23. Same Ol’ Situation

*Warning!* *Sexual Content Ahead!*

Athens Greece, July 7 2002

As the morning sun shines through the large bay window of our hotel room, I slowly open my eyes, blinking them a few times, and look beside me to see Tommy laying on his stomach, still sleeping soundly, facing me with his hair strewn across his eyes. I can see the slow rise and fall of his breathing, and the bedsheet barely covering him. He is so adorable sleeping and I can't believe that I get to wake up next to him like this for the rest of my life.

He suddenly flicks his eyes open and blinks a few times, furrowing his brow for a second and groans.

"Hey you," I say quietly and snuggle further into my pillow, holding the sheets close to me covering my chest.

"Morning beautiful," He mumbles into the pillow which makes me giggle. He then stretches so adorably with a yawn, turns himself over onto his back and glances at the clock on the bedside table, then lays his head back down and closes his eyes for a moment, then glances at me and turns to reach out brushing my curls from my eyes and places his palm on my cheek, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip.

"Fuck I love you," He says, his voice deep and husky.

"I love you," I sigh, closing my eyes, relishing in the warmth of his hand on my cheek.

"Did we actually really just get married?" I say after a few moments, glancing at him, his dark eyes still studying me.

"Hmmm, let me check," He says and takes my left hand, examining the white gold wedding band next to my engagement ring on my finger, then glances at his left hand with the matching wedding band on his. "Yep, looks like it," He says and I laugh as he places his lips to the back of my hand with soft sweet kisses. 

"Your mom's gonna be so mad," I giggle.

"No she wont. Well... maybe a little. But she won't be mad at you. She'll probably just yell at me... in Greek... which she only does when she's really mad at me. You know what, you should tell her," Tommy says.

"Tommy no way, she's your mother," I laugh.

"And now she's yours," He chuckles.

"Tommy!" I laugh and playfully smack his chest.

Then he swiftly pulls down the sheet from my grasp making me yelp with more laughter and surprise, but then I quickly calm down as he softly cups my breast in his palm, and places his lips to my nipple gently brushing his lips across, then sucking and flicking with his tongue. I sharply inhale as I lace my fingers through his thick locks and arch my back as he takes me in his arms.  

"I don't ever... want to leave... this bed," I say, closing my eyes and feeling his lips brush my skin, turning his attention to my other nipple.

" And I'm never gonna let you... leave this bed," He says, his voice deep and husky. He then moves his hand over my hip, down to my thigh, gently coaxing me to open for him. He then instantly finds my clit, let out a stifled moan as his fingers softly play, slowly and teasingly, making perfect circular motions at just the right pace and I couldn't help but move my hips in response.

"Oh my god," I whisper as his lips move back to my nipple sucking and flicking just like before and I feel him slide one finger inside me, then another, hitting that perfect spot inside me. He then moves away from my nipple and I can feel his eyes on me, watching me as I writhe beneath his touch.

"Fuck, you are so fucking perfect baby," 

"Tommy?" I sigh.

"Yes baby?"

"I'm so fucking close," I whine, my eyes still closed and trying so hard to not let myself cum too quickly, but I could already feel the pressure building, begging to be released.

"No baby, not yet," He says and I feel him move his fingers from me, and in the next second his lips were on my clit. He then begins to suck, pulling perfectly, flicking his tongue as I let out another moan, gripping the bed sheets, driving me absolutely crazy. 

"Fuck that feels so fucking good," I sigh and he moans against me, slipping his fingers  inside me tonce more, playing and hitting the perfect spot. 

I will never understand just how he always knows the right spot to hit, and the perfect rhythm to keep pace, how long to hold on and when to let go without me ever telling him how.

"Tommy, I'm gonna cum," I whimper and he moans against me as I feel that familiar yet wonderful pressure building and building inside of me again.

"Scream it baby," He says, stopping for just a second making me gasp then returning to my clit keeping that same perfect pace and I couldn't hold on anymore. I feel myself explode, the incredible sensation taking over my entire being, like I was instantly transported to another time. 

Before I have a chance to say anything else, he moves overtop of me, the tip of him teasing my clit and all I wanted was him inside me. 

"I love you so fuckin' much baby," He says, as he hovers over me and without wasting any time, I wrap my legs around him and position myself perfectly and he pushes himself inside me. 

He slowly starts to thrust gently but firmly as I arch my back to him, adjusting to his incredible size, filling me up completely. Then he begins to pick up the pace, his eyes locked onto me the entire time. I watch him as he moves inside me, so sensually and lovingly. I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating, moving my hips matching his pace, then I move my hand up to his cheek, feeling his slight stubble and he turns, placing sweet kisses to the palm of my hand.  

"I fucking... love... you. I fucking love how you feel inside me," I say in between his thrusts arching my back to him, my thumb brushing his perfect bottom lip and he flicks his beautiful dark eyes back to me and I knew I couldn't hold on anymore. 

He then places his lips to my throat as my fingers lace through his locks and I squeeze him with each thrust wanting this to never end, wanting us to be as one forever. 

"I'm gonna cum again," I sigh, feeling that wonderful sensation building again.

"Oh shit," He breathes as I move my hips to his rhythm, matching each spot he hits and once I could feel him become tense, I knew he was about to let it go. 

"I'm gonna cum baby, holy shit -"

"Yes baby, cum with me," I plead as I look up at him and with those words, we cry out together as he thrusts a few more times releasing everything inside me. He then collapses down onto me and I wrap my arms around him, feeling like I'm clinging onto him as if my life depended on it as he wraps his arms around me at the same time holding me tighter. We both pant trying to catch our breaths feeling the intensity between us still. 

After a few moments, our breathing returning to normal, he then lifts his head placing his palms on either side of my face and his gorgeous dark eyes look intensely into mine. It was almost like I wanted to look away. I immediately felt vulnerable and for as many times as we had made love, I hadn't realized until now that everything has changed. I have never been more in love with him than I am right now and I can't believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

He then brushes his lips across mine, so softly and so gently and I couldn't help myself. I press my lips to his, quickly becoming intense, sucking on his bottom lip, feeling so safe with him. Like I'm home.

I'm finally home.

***********

Athens Greece, July 10 2002

It had been an amazing few days just being wrapped up in him after we spontaneously decided to get married right here in Athens. I swear Tommy and I haven't left that bed in 2 straight days. Ok, well that's not exactly true but it felt so good to shut the world away and be wrapped up with him even if it was just for a little while. Now it was time to get back to reality.  Wearing his black Anthrax band shirt and ripped jeans, he holds me in his arms, placing  his lips on mine, giving me a few quick kisses, making me giggle against his lips, distracting me as I try to pack the last of our luggage. He makes it so difficult sometimes. 

"Ok, I'll go check on Lizzy and see if she's ready, I think check out time is like pretty much now," I say in between his kisses as he still holds me to him. He groans again reluctantly letting me go from his embrace and I adjust my plain black fitted tank top over my ripped light wash jeans, but as soon as I turn to check our suitcases to make sure we had everything packed, he turns me back around to face him, placing his palms on either side of my face and presses his lips to mine again.

"Tommy," I laugh in between his kisses.

"I'm sorry baby, I can't help it," He says, his voice deep and husky and I want him to take me and make love to me all over again in that bed. He then touches his forehead to mine just to hold me for a few more minutes as I close my eyes breathing him in.

Fucking Jeezus Christ he smells so fucking good.

"...oh and uh, I called mom and told her," He says quietly but quickly and I flick my eyes open.

"Tommy," I say flatly.

"Well, you told me to tell her," He says.

"Yea but like, not over the phone. Jeezus, that's kinda something you would wanna tell someone - especially your mother - in person," 

"I know, but see this way, she can't get that mad at me cause I'm not standing in front of her," Tommy says with a charming smile, trying to be slick but I wasn't falling for it.

"She yelled at you didn't she?" I say flatly.

"Oh yea," He says with that same charming smile.

"Tommy.... The last thing I want is her to be angry. Now it just looks like we just ran off to get married," I say and pull away from him.

"Baby it's fine, she's fine. It's ok. She's not mad at you. We just have to see her once we get home and yea... I might have to grovel but it's totally fine babe," He says hopefully and I shake my head and smirk. I guess it really isn't that bad, but I still think we should've told her together in person.

"Ok, well then can you go see if Lizzy's ready?" I ask. 

"Well I guess so since you asked me so nicely," He raises his eyebrow at me and I lift myself up to place my lips on his. He is really fucking cute when he gives me that look. I turn around again to check our suitcases and he gives me a playful smack on my ass as he walks by making me jump and yelp in laughter at the same time. 

Once he walks out of the room and zip up my suitcase, I hear him mumble something about how he can't find his lighter and a few moments later I hear a cry of surprise and what sounded like embarrassment.

"Oh shit!" I hear Tommy yell.

Concerned, I run to the door confused that I didn't see him in the living area until I hear him say,

"Hell yea dude!"

I make my over to the bedroom door on the other side of the room and see Lizzy with Nikki on the small sofa in the room trying to cover herself with one of the couch cushions as Nikki scrambles for one himself holding his... um... well - 

"Fuck yea!" Tommy exclaims with excitement as Nikki finally finds a book to shield himself with and Lizzy with her face in her palm not wanting to look at us at all.

"Hey guys," Nikki chuckles and offers that smile that he does when he knows he got caught.

"Fuck, this is awesome dude," Tommy smiles 

"Tommy," I say, trying to get his attention so I grab his hand trying to pull him back into the room.

"No seriously - "

"Let's just, give them some time to um... get themselves together maybe..." I say and I pull him back into the room with me. "I'm sorry Lizzy," I say dragging Tommy with me through the living area back to our bedroom, closing  the door and leaning against it while I look up at Tommy.

"What?" Tommy smiles at me.

It was like all of the memories I had of every time I was caught right in the middle came flooding back to me.

"You walked in on them?" I whisper.

"I didn't mean to, I couldn't find my lighter so I figured Nikki had one," He says.

"I know but like, you just stood there," I whisper.

"Babe trust me I've seen Nikki more times than I care to admit, he doesn't give a shit,"

"But Lizzy," I whisper again.

"Babe why are you whispering?" Tommy says, giving me a confused look.

"Finally it wasn't me," I say, realizing now just how funny it was.

"What?" Tommy chuckles.

"It wasn't me. For once it wasn't me this time," I laugh and he still looks at me confused.

"Do you know how many times someone has walked in on me while I was... y'know? It's finally not me this time! Oh my god I'm so mean," I laugh and he does too.

I then turn around and open the door stepping out into the lounge area seeing Lizzy adjusting her black fitted v-neck t-shirt over her jeans and she glances at me pushing her red waves behind her ear and shrugs.

"Are you ok?" I ask, secretly wanting to gloat about the fact that it wasn't me this time.

"Yea, pffft... it happens," She says modestly then starts to laugh and I step over to her and start laughing with her.

"So does this mean you and Nikki are...?" I ask.

"Oh, no... no, well... no... I don't know, maybe," She says and we both start laughing again.

Nikki then steps out of his room with his suitcase and Lizzy glances at him and they both give each other a small smile. 

Oh they are definitely a thing now.

*****

We said goodbye to Lizzy at the airport since she was taking a separate flight back home, and Nikki decided to stay with her until her flight was boarding. It was so sweet to see them together. I knew something was happening between them since the night of our wedding when they seemed to disappear together. 

Tommy and I made our flight just in time and once we arrived in Los Angeles I couldn't wait to get back home and sleep. I've never been able to sleep on a plane, or a bus, or anything that's moving.

"Fuck I can't fucking wait to faceplant into my pillow, I'm so fucking exhausted," I say as Tommy and I make our way through the airport lobby, his hand in mine as we roll our luggage behind us. 

"I'm right there with you baby, just Pfft... I'm hitting that pillow so hard. I know I'm gonna sleep for a while," He says. 

As we approached the west end exit to the airport, there were a few photographers taking some photos of us from behind the gate. The constant flashing made me nervous as even still, I am not used to this happening randomly when someone somehow tips the paparazzi off to where Tommy is. I was really not in the mood to deal with it. 

"Tommy! Hey Tommy! Congrats! What made you decide to get married so quickly?" One of them yelled at us and I was so confused for a second. 

"How do they already know?" I ask looking up at Tommy as we stop just before the gate. He shrugs and then glances over at the little concession stand in the terminal before the gate.

"Well, I think there's your answer," Tommy says and I look in the direction of where he gestured and see a few magazines that read the headline 'Tommy Lee in Wedded Bliss'  and 'Tommy Lee marries in Secret Ceremony'

"What the fuck?" I say as I move closer to the news stand. I let go of my suitcase and grabbed one of the magazines, opening it and flipping through. Once I found the article, I saw some photos taken of us just 3 days before in what looks like the beach that we were on in Athens, and I could have sworn there was no one on that beach, but the photos were taken from so far away and clearly zoomed in on us. 

"How?" I ask more to myself than Tommy or anyone else. 

"I have no idea babe," He says. It felt weird. It felt like they took away my ability to tell people myself. It wasn't a secret, it was just a spur of the moment type thing. 

"C'mon," He says and I put the magazine back on the rack and he takes my hand and we head out of the airport.

*****

A little while later we arrived back at our home. It was exactly the same as we left it but it now felt like it had changed. It felt like I wasn't just his girlfriend living with him anymore. It felt real, it felt solid and safe. We've only been married no more than 72 hours and I already loved being his wife. Like it was meant to be.

I was incredibly exhausted though and I needed to sleep in our own bed. Tommy had to make a couple of calls and I was just not wanting to deal with anyone right now so I made my way upstairs, decided to take a shower and once I was finished, I climbed into our bed underneath the covers relishing in the soft silky pillow and closed my eyes. 

A few minutes later I hear Tommy come into the room, heading straight into the bathroom and I hear him start the water for a shower. Once he was finished, I felt him slide in under the covers beside me and his fingers brush a few curls from my face. I flutter my eyes open to see him place his lips to my forehead, then he pulls away to prop his head on his hand leaning on his elbow, his scent so fresh and clean from the shower, his dark locks still damp and his eyes looking so lovingly into mine.

"Did you let the boys know we're home?" I ask.

"Uh huh,"

"They're coming over Sunday right?" I ask with a yawn. 

"Yes baby, you will get to see them Sunday," He chuckles.

"Don't judge me, I love them. I can't help it" I giggle. 

"I know you do, baby. Sometimes I think you love them more than me," He chuckles. 

"No way. I mean, Brandon is just exactly like you so...  and Dylie is such a cutie. Ok maybe just a little," I joke.

"Hey," Tommy says and we laugh. 

Once our laughter calmed, I fell silent again, thinking about how I'm supposed to handle all the press that's about to stir and how everyone is going to react to the news of Tommy and I. 

"You ok baby?" He asks, his voice deep and husky and I shrug. 

"Don't make me say it," He chuckles and I giggle.

"I'm ok... just.." I hesitate for a moment, then continue " I don't know if I can get used to the magazine - tabloid stuff. I just feel like they stole my happiness out of it or something, like they stole my chance to tell the world... I don't know if that makes any sense,"

"It does, and trust me I've never gotten used to it. I still hate it and it's way less intense than it used to be. I know it's hard, but... you just have to not pay attention to them - it. Don't let them take it away from you cause that's exactly what they want,"

"I know," I say quietly and look down at myself for a moment.

"It's not a deal breaker for you is it?" Tommy asks.

"Yes, Tommy that's it, I want a divorce," I joke sarcastically and he laughs.

Once our laughter had calmed down, I moved closer to him resting my head against his chest, his smooth skin feeling so warm and soft against my cheek, hearing his strong heart beating. I feel his fingers lace through my curls, stroking my roots so soothingly, placing his lips to the top of my head and inhaling, breathing me in so deep. 

"So... no regrets?" He asks, hearing his voice booming inside his chest.

"No regrets," I sigh and as he softly continues to stroke my roots I slowly fall into a much needed deep sleep wrapped up in his arms.

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