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I saw your post about Pamela and I was wondering if you could write some smut for Pamela with a female reader

Warm cinnamon nights

summary: you and Pam take a break in a cozy cabin

Pamela Anderson x f!Reader

words: 1516

warnings: wlw, lesbian smut; fingering, oral nicknames

this one is for all the Pamela lovers :)

Yours and Pamelas relationship was still pretty fresh and as much as you two enjoyed each other's company you wanted to keep things on the low, away from all the media, magazine headliners and radios.

Therefore you two decided to spend a week in a snowy cozy cabin up the mountain, away from the press, away from the world.

You have just entered through the door of your tiny wooden cabin. Stepping inside, the snow from your boots flaked to the ground as you two were greeted by the warmth of the small space.

You watched Pam in her pretty fluffy sweater trying to remove her chunky boots. As she was untying her bootlaces you couldn't help but notice how her cheeks and nose were tinted a slightly pinkish color from the cold breeze, that was nipping at her milky skin just a few minutes ago.

When Pamela finished removing her winter layers she took a hold of her messy hair and placed it a somewhat messy bun, letting a few strands of her blond hair to fall down and frame her face.

She caught you staring and a small smile formed on her lips. She placed her cold hands on both sides of your cheeks and pressed a sweet wet kiss to your lips.

Her lips, cold from the winter wonderland outside felt perfectly against yours. Pamela felt like a warm hug despite her cold hands and lips.

"do you want some hot cocoa dear"

"I would love that"

you answered all smitten because you couldn't believe this woman was yours. You couldn't help the smile that creeped onto your face at the thought. Pamela fucking Anderson was yours.

You watched as Pam moved to the tiny stove in your cabin and put on the kettle of milk. The way she moved around in those leggings of hers with that big sweater made your heart ache. Pamela was so so sweet and good. You just wanted to embrace her, snuggle up to her and never let go.

She mixed in the cocoa powder while leaning against the kitchen counter. Her gaze was focused on the cup in front of her so you could take your time admiring your girl.

Pam finally placed the cup of the warm beverage in your hands and settled beside you on the couch. She leaned into your frame as she held her own cup with both of her hands and brought it close to her face, so she could warm herself up.

You two sipped the cocoa for a while just enjoying each other's presence in the tiny room filled with the smell of delicious cinnamon and fireplace wood. You could see the snow pick up outside the window but you couldn't care less as you were cuddled up to Pamela with fuzzy socks and blankets.

When you two finished the drink you placed the empty cups on the table, now fully warmed up. You placed your elbow on the top of the couch and leaned your head in the palm of your hand, while looking up at Pammy.

Pamela immediately noticed your gaze and turned towards you, a smile decorating her beautiful face. The dreamy eyes you looked at her with, were full of emotion and adoration and Pamela was so greatfull

she got the chance to call you hers.

So she pulled you closer and placed a slow kiss to your lips, hoping she could convey her emotions clearly. You could feel the warmth radiating off of her body as you pulled her closer.

The innocent kiss full of love quickly turned into a kiss of passion and lust. Pam lightly tugged at your bottom lip as she pulled you on her lap. Her hand slowly caressed your thigh while yours were lost in her hair, messing up her bun even more.

The kiss deppened as you two couldn't keep your hands to each other. Pamela was leaving kisses all over. All over your lips, cheeks, face, and eventually moved down towards your neck. Each kiss was more aggressive until the kisses turned into light nipping and bitting.

She sucked the skin on your neck and kissed it after, causing a soothing sensation, while her hands were tracing your breasts.

You were trying your best to hold back the moans that were on the brink of escaping but some soft , rather loud breaths were still released.

You held onto Pamela, with your needyness increseasing as seconds went by. You could feel your skin prickle at her touch, causing you to released a needy moan.

She pulled away for a second to look at the state you were in and smirked lightly.

“Wait don't pull away...not yet" you hurriedly said, needing her right now but she just chuckled.

"Don't worry sweetheart you'll get what you want"

Pamela placed a light short kiss to your forehead before sneaking her hands underneath your sweater and pulling it over your head.

Pamela backed up a little so she could admire her gorgeous girlfriend. Her hands started tracing up from your stomach, slowly with her fingers barely touching your skin, all the way up to your breasts.

Pam caught your eyes for a second and smiled

"You are beautiful sweetheart"

At that comment you couldn't help but look away from embarrassment. Sure you were used to it at this point but something about this moment just felt so intimate.

"Don't hide baby" Pamela whispered as she traced her fingers across your nipples. You whimpered at her touch but looked at her figure regardless.

Pamela was breathtaking, her hair was a mess her blond strands flowing everywhere, no longer secured with a hair tie. The big sweater slipped off her shoulders exposing a bit of her skin.

If that wasn't an invitation for you to remove the  piece of clothing you don't know what is. So you pulled the sweater off to reveal the curve of her breast. But Before you could reach out pamela gently pushed you down towards the couch and hovered over you.

She nestled herself between your legs before kissing her way down toward the hem of your sweat pants. She gently tugged the pants down along with your panties dropping them somewhere on the floor before focusing back on the meal in front of her.

She placed your legs over her shoulders and then lightly kissed the top of your clit before giving it a cat like lick. You shuddered at the feeling as your hands found their way to her hair once again. You were so impatient you couldn't help yourself but tug her face closer to you cunt.

Pamela immediately understood and dived in, gaining a loud moan out of you. Your legs closed around her head, locking her in place but your sweet Pammy continued the heavenly work down there.

She licked and sucked on your clit while her fingers started teasing your dripping entrance. You on the other hand were a shaking moaning mess with your fingers tangled in her blond locks.

"Pammy baby please, you know what i want…don't make me spell it out for you"

you whined hoping she will understand and stick those teasing fingers in already.

You could feel her smile again your cunt as she finally slid in two of her fingers. Your body pushed forward, immersed in pure pleasure. Her fingers started pumping in and out, hitting the perfect spot every time.

You hands were still buried in her hair tugging and pulling as you were chasing your high.

Pamelas other hand found her way to your belly where she pushed down to keep you in place. Her tongue sped up the constant sucking and licking while her fingers arched just the right way.

Your body leaned into the pleasure and orgasm you knew was coming. It seemed like Pamela could feel it as well.

“Cum for me sweetheart”

Her voice came out as a bare mumble since she was so preoccupied with you. With the last few licks the overwhelming feeling finally snapped as you came all over Pammy face.

She let you use her face as you went through your high.

Pam finally peeled herself away, her mouth glistening with the remains of your cum. Pamela looked up at you and smiled sweetly.

The scene before you was so arousing, with Pamelas breasts pressed against the couch and her gorgeous gorgeous face covered in your juices. It got you aching for her all over again.

You pulled her upwards and kissed her hard. The taste of your cum was still lingering in her mouth as you pressed your lips together.

You pulled away after the short kiss with your forehead still against hers.

“I love you Pam” you whispered, still holding her close.

“I love you y/n”

You couldn’t help the bubbly feeling you felt whenever she said those words and as much as you would like to reminisce in the feeling you had other feelings at the moment that seemed more important.

“now it’s my turn” you smirked as you kissed her hard.

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#pamela anderson x reader #pamela anderson #pamela anderson fanfiction #pam #pammy #x reader #wlw #wlw ns/fw #x fem!reader #rockstars #90s #fanfiction #imagine

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Nikki Sixx can be my daddy omg this new post of his has me feeling some type of way….

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Man I would pay so much money for Pamela just to hold me and give me a little forehead kiss:(

Sameeeee I would feel so complete

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STEVEN WITH ANIMALS IS THE CUTEST THING

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You for breakfast

Part of the delicate flower series

Pairings: Dom!Tommy Lee x Switch!Pamela Anderson x Sub!Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, mommy and daddy kinks, oral (m and f receiving), lots of pet names, Tommy is a perv lol

You were disappointed when you woke up to an empty bed. Neither Tommy nor Pamela were there. You were cold since you were bare naked, so you reluctantly got out from under the thick comforter and went into the closet to steal one of Tommy’s shirts.

You threw on a black T-shirt of his that’s way too big on your but you didn’t care. You tip toed down the stairs and into the kitchen to see your cat, Lucy, on the counter and Pamela reading a magazine on the dining table and Tommy making breakfast.

He was the first to notice you, “Hey baby.” You blushed at the nickname, still feeling shy around the two. Pam looked up from her magazine and smiled at you, putting it down and making her way over to you, wrapping her arms around you.

The blonde kissed your cheek, “Good morning princess.”

“Morning Pam.” You smiled.

“Come sit with me, Tommy should be done with the waffles by now.” She grabbed your hand gently and led you to the dining table. You sat down and she pushed your chair in before sitting across from you.

The drummer walked over with plates of waffles and fruit. You immediately dived in, feeling starved from last nights…activities.

Tommy sat at the head of the table and pecked yours and Pam’s lips. The two of you giggled.

Tommy being the ever perv he is, you felt his hand slide up your leg towards your pussy. His eyes widened when he felt you weren’t wearing any underwear and how wet you were.

“Look at this, Pammy. Our girls got no panties on and is soaked.”

You blushed in embarrassment. “Oh yeah?” She mused, getting out of her chair and crawling under the table. Suddenly you felt her slender fingers toy with your folds before she licked a bold stripe against them. You gasped and clutched the edge of the table as she ate you out.

“Pamel-“

“That’s not my name right now sweet girl.” Her tone was cold. Your breath evened out before saying, “Sorry mommy.”

The actress growled in approval, diving right back in between your legs.

Tommy had took his dick out, stroking it as he pulled the chair out so he could watch the whole ordeal.

“Come suck me off baby.” He commanded and pushed his chair close to yours. You moaned as you felt Pamela’s tongue between your folds as you leaned over and took Tommy’s cock into your mouth.

The drummer and actress loved playing with their girl, using her however they wanted. “Such a good girl for us.” Pam muttered.

You were a mess, drooling and moaning against Tommy’s cock as Pamela ate your little cunt.

You felt your orgasm approaching, “M’gonna cum!” You cried before Tommy took you by the hair and pushed your head back down making you suck his large cock once more.

You gagged and cried around the base as you came all over your girlfriend’s face. Your boyfriend shot his load down your throat. Pam got out from under the table and walked to where you and Tommy were sitting.

“I think we should continue this in the shower…don’t you daddy?” She asked her husband.

“Oh yeah. Let’s go. Cmon pet.” He gently coaxed you to stand up and follow them back upstairs, the food abandoned on the table.

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JFJSKFJSK I GOT THEM TICKETS FOR THE AC/DC CONCERT😫😫😫😫

#acdcfandom #ac/dc #rock music

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My favourite Duff Mckagan pics

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Valentine’s day kisses (Pamela Anderson x f!reader)

It was a dream to be with Pamela Anderson.

Waking up next to her everyday was a blessing some people couldn’t even begin fathom and yet, it was linked to your everyday routine.

Valentine’s day was coming up. You used to dread this day, but for the past two years you and Pam have been together, she has turned that upside down.

The first year you were together she covered your bedroom in roses before you awoke and she cooked you a valentine’s day themed breakfast. Last year, she burned a cd of songs that remind her of you and bought you a vintage leather jacket you had your eye on for years.

Of course, for those two years you gave her gifts too, but this year you wanted to outdo her and yourself.

Pamela loves the garden in the back of your now shared home. She spends a lot of her free time there and you watch as she delicately cares for it everyday. Soft and gentle, like with everything else she does.

So for her gift this year, you wanted to create things out of her garden…… and maybe a new diamond necklace for good measure.

On the morning of February 14th, you rush out of bed attempting not to wake her. You take in her relaxing figure in the warm sunlight, before making your way downstairs into the garden.

You pick veggies for a home cooked lunch and flowers for a home made bouquet. Pam was at a shoot all day yesterday, so you knew she’d sleep in until lunch time. This gave you time to prepare the festivities.

You began to prep the veggies before throwing them in the oven and then you began to dice some tofu. While those things cooked, you started cutting the flowers you picked into a beautiful arrangement. There were roses, daisies, and pink orchids. Finally, you pull out a red box that contained a beautiful necklace inside. It was a regular silver chain with a scripted P pendant, covered in diamonds.

Almost magically, you hear small thuds on the steps as the food finishes cooking. You look up to see your girl.

“hey you” she smiles as she struts her way over to you in the kitchen. “what are you up to?”

You can’t help but smile at her. She’s in a baby blue night gown and her hair is a bit messy, but she is still oh so beautiful.

“you’re breathtaking” is all you can manage to say

she just laughs her enchanting laugh and her cheeks get covered in a light blush

You take this opportunity to hand her the bouquet of flowers “happy Valentine’s day my love, these are from the garden and our lunch will be too. I know you love utilizing it so I thought why not include it in your gift.” you smile at her, awaiting her reaction

she frowns and her eyes seem to have tears that threaten to spill

“oh god im sorry did you want the vegetables saved for something else-“

she cuts you off by embracing you as tears fall down her cheeks and you stand there stunned for a second before embracing her back.

“no its just- its perfect- you’re perfect” she says as she looks up at you with her icy blue eyes

you shake your head and wipe her tear “you worry me too much.” you chuckle “but this is what you deserve. Theres also one more thing…” you say as you reach over for the red box and hand it to her

“oh you shouldn’t have- this is too much, really.”

“nonsense, im doing too little if anything” you smirk as she smiles at you and begins to open the box

she delicately pulls out the necklace, admiring it and beginning to get emotional again

“Pam don’t cry” you reach over and hug her again before pulling away “want me to put it on you?” she nods and you smile as you take the necklace from her and get behind her to put it on.

When you finish, you turn her around gently and smile as the necklace perfectly sits on her chest. “it looks wonderful baby”

she smiles as she moves forward towards you and whispers “I love you” as she locks her lips with yours. Everytime she kisses you, thousands of fireworks always explode in the background in your head. Thats how magical her kisses have always been. As you continue kissing, it seems to get rather passionate as she makes you lean against one of the kitchen counters. You chuckle as you pull away “As much as I’d like to have my first Valentine’s gift right now, I don’t want you to eat your food when it’s cold”

she laughs but nods before pecking your lips one last time “I said I love you right?” you laugh as you begin serving her a plate of food “yes you did, I love you too.” she smiles at you as you hand her the plate. You can’t help but admire her as she walks to go sit at the dining table.

You find it hard to believe this is your life but, you would never wish for it to change.

(dt @sixxrock666 <3)

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can someone PLEASE FOR THE LIFE OF ME write a pamela anderson x f!reader

I AM BEGGING 😩😩😩

Hdkshfkshdjs look at her🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

#pamela anderson #pamela Anderson x reader #pretty please #x reader

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a calendar i got from my friends :3 …let’s say February is definitely my favourite (≧◡≦)

#motley crue #tommy lee #dave grohl #james hetfield #kirk hammett #metallica #foo fighters

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Reblog if you like waffles or if you want your 80s rock star crush to fuck you into next week

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Can you please write a fic for Nikki on when he realized he liked the reader and how he asked her out🙃 tyyy

sorry it took so long hope you’ll like it :3

♥︎Her strawberry perfume

words: 1401

Nikki had always felt unworthy of love. He could never fathom someone falling in love with someone like him. Sure he could get about any girl for the night, sweet talk her, caress her cheek and give her heart eyes. But they never stayed and he was okay with that really. Because after all he just wanted a quick fuck.

But with you it was different.

You always listened to him and never made him feel like his opinions were irrelevant. Whenever he talked you looked at him with those big round sparkly eyes of yours that held the entire universe in them. You paid attention to him, to the little details he knew other girls would never notice.

You noticed when he was nervous, when his leg would start bouncing, when he felt anxious or angry. You understood him and his anger outrages and never pushed him to talk. But if he was ready to talk you listened.

You saw the real him and yet you still stayed.

You were so utterly ethereal and such a good, kindhearted human it drove him crazy. He didn't deserve you.

And for the first time Nikki could feel himself yearning for true love. To be loved. And he thought you might be the first one to be able to do that. He wanted to give it a try.

Nikki wanted to try.

Of course it took him a long time before he figured all of that out. He always thought you were absolutely breathtaking. But it was at that one particular moment he figured it all out.

You two were hanging out in the studio waiting for the other guys to come back with liquor and food, when you asked him if he could show you some chords on his bass. And who was Nikki to deny such a beautiful girl like you, so he grabbed his guitar right away.

It started off slow, with him showing you the position of fingers for a few easy chords. Even though Nikki had every chord memorised down to the details he felt a bit lost when he guided your fingers across the thick strings.

He could feel your relaxed breath and your warm body. He could feel your red leather jacket brushing against his skin, the one you always wore. He could clearly see your soft features and it took a lot of concentration for him to be able to focus on the job at hand.

Let's just say guitar wasn't your strong point, either bass or electric. Nikki trough all of his fantasies noticed that you were struggling so he scooted closer, trying to ignore how your knees were now touching and placed his hand over yours to reposition your fingers.

"There you go now try to strum it"

You tried  again just like he said and it actually sounded like it should this time. You smiled to yourself and tried again.

Even though you grasped the chords for now Nikki stayed close, watching you from the side how those soft lips curled up and lit up your face with a beautiful smile.Your hair fell over your eyes which made Nikkis fingers twitch with the urge to push the strands behind your ears. And the tip of your tongue was poking out because it always did when you were so focused.

You were beautiful. You were oh so beautiful it hurt.

Whenever he looked at you the world around went became quite. You were that kind of beautiful where you just had to stop and look. You always smelled like that cheap strawberry perfume with a hint of that sweet shampoo you've been using for forever but Nikki could never quite put a finger to which scent it really was.

It drove him crazy how you could be so perfect. You were the definition of driving through the night with your favourite song blasting in the background without a care in the world. Yes. Nikki decided thats how you felt. Night drive, favourite song, no troubles.

He  was finding it hard to drag his eyes away from you and thats when it hit him.

Friends didn't feel like that when they were practicing guitar together. Friends didn't stare at each other for that long. Friends didn't think about each other the way he was thinking about you. Nikki liked you. He liked you.

You looked up with a proud face staring straight at him with an excited smile. Nikki was so lost in his own epiphany he needed a second to gather himself before speaking, afraid he will blurt everything out and ruin the one good thing he had.

"a few more lesson's and you'll be as good as me" nikki whispers as he tried to smile without looking like a wreck. He was screwed.

It took nikki a while after that to come to terms with that and when he did he wanted nothing more than to ask you out. But it wasn't really all that easy. There was still your friendship on the line and he was scared he could ruin that. Or that you will change your mind eventually because well...he was still Nikki.

In that period of time he found himself wide awake most of the nights. He would think about making you his..But he always let his mind wander to how it would feel to touch your soft skin, warm under his touch. How he could hug you close to this body on nights like this and caress your soft hair and pepper your face with gentle kisses until you fell asleep in his arms.

He would make little drafts of songs dedicated to you and drive around at one am with your favourite song playing in the background. Nikki was devastated.

It all happened so suddenly when he did ask you out. Nothing like he had planned so detailed all those nights ago.

It was a random evening after one of their shows, with a group of people hanging out at the bar.

You and nikki were in charge of the drinks so you went down to the bar to get some more jack and coke. Even though you weren’t sure why you always ordered the coke since it always seemed to be left alone. While you were waiting Nikki did not know what possessed him at that moment but he knew it was now or never.

“Listen would you ehh…would you..” Nikki started mumbling, suddenly really nervous but there was no going back now. His palms felt clammy and he wasn’t sure how long he could last before his legs gave out on him.

It certainly did not help him or his situation when you gazed at him with those sweet eyes of yours, expectantly, also noticing how nervous he seemed.

“Yeah Nikki? You know you can always talk to me right?”

As much as he appreciated the fact that you were always ready to listen he really wanted you to be quiet so he could either ruin his life or make it better.

“Look i was wondering if you’d go out with me…like really go out with me”

As soon the words left his mouth and you slightly opened your mouth seeming rather shocked he for sure thought he screwed up. That was it.

The words Nikki said were still processing in your head as he waited patiently for any form of reaction.

You always liked Nikki so your feelings weren’t really the problem here. You just went so long with the mindset that he would never settle for you or like you that way.

So when you finally processed the question you realised he was still waiting. Poor Nikki looked he might faint any time now.

When he saw your lips slowly pulling into the biggest sincerest smile, he could swear his legs almond gave out.

“I’d love to Nikki”

At that moment he wanted nothing more than to crush you in his arms and kiss you till you drop. But he knew he wanted to take his time with you and treat you right so there was no way he was screwing this up.

Nikki tried to let out a relaxed smile but in truth he looked so excited it was rather adorable. So that was it. He finally had the chance and he will try his damned best.

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#nikki sixx #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx x you #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx fanfiction #rockstars #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars #fanfiction #x reader

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cutie patooties

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So … is Izzy alive?

He didn’t give us any signs this year and it’s making me worried tbh

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mötley crüe x reader incorrect quotes! (p.3)!

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Y/N: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Mick : No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Y/N: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Tommy : Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Y/N: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Y/N: Is having a penis fun?

Tommy : It has its ups and downs.

Nikki: Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Mick: It’s a pain in the ass.

Vince: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

Tommy: I’m an idiot.

Y/N :

Nikki:

Mick:

Vince:

Tommy :

Y/N : If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

Vince: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-

Vince, to Y/N: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.

Tommy, to Mick: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.

Nikki: There are two types of people.

*The Crüe’s cooking skills*

Y/N: *master chef*

Tommy: *knows a few recipes*

Mick: *can follow instructions on a box*

Vince: *made toast once*

Nikki: *banned from the kitchen*

Nikki: Excuse me but have you ever been arrested

Y/N: Yeah, how could you tell

Nikki: I was gonna say it’s illegal to be that cute, but now i’m curious

Y/N: Aggravated assault

Mick: How did none of you heard what I just said?

Y/N: I’ve been zoned out for the past 2 and a half hours

Tommy: I got distracted about halfway through

Vince: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

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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