#nikki vince and tommy can fuck off

[hartbreak-motel]

When the news hit about Mick retiring and it was made out to be a mutual decision, I was devasted, but wanted to be happy for him. The man had been touring with excruciating pain for decades and deserved some much needed rest. While it was upsetting to see him go, I wanted to support the band's next chapter with John 5, a great guitarist in his own right.

But in my gut, I knew something was off. Mick's press release and Mötley's press release had conflicting info regarding Mick's status in the band, mainly regarding whether or not he would just be retired from touring or was out of the band entirely. The uneasiness continued as the band refused to clear up any confusion and proceeded to erase Mick from all of their promotional material. Mentions of Mick were supposedly being deleted from Mötley's social media account and Nikki would go on Twitter tirades about the "bottom feeding media" like he was Donald Trump trying to avoid an indictment. Mick unfollowing the band on social media and Carmine Appice's interview with Ultimate Guitar further seemed to indicate that there was more to the story.

Yesterday we got some answers.

Mick being treated like crap by the other band members should not be news to a Mötley Crüe fan. The man had written extensively about his experiences in The Dirt and The Heroin Diaries. However, many fans like myself wanted to believe that the others had grown up. That Mick's near brush with death in 2004 had given them a new appreciation for their bandmate.

Sadly, it looks like this hasn't been the case. To find out from Mick that he felt like his bandmates were undermining his talents and tried gaslighting him into thinking he had memory problems is disheartening and insidious (not to mention incredibly rich considering Vince can barely string two words together when he sings). To find out that he was treated like trash and disposed of is absolutely disgusting. Nikki's ableist comments about having to "prop up" Mick and the band's claims that Mick was "manipulated" by his manager to pursue legal action does nothing but reaffirm Mick's accusations in my eyes.

Mötley may have been Nikki's brainchild, but Mick was the one who helped him fully realize it. He came up with the name, suggested bringing on Vince, took Nikki's scrappy punk songs to the next level, and gave the band some credibility among musicians. There would be no Mötley Crüe if not for Mick Mars. While they may not be obligated to keep him on as a full member, it would have been the right, respectable thing to do. Unfortunately Mötley have never been into respectability.

As for where I stand, I stand with Mick 100%. The growing unease leading up to this bombshell being dropped had already soured my outlook on the band, and I've been trying to distance myself. I will always be a fan of the bands music, but I cannot in good conscience support the band in its future endeavors. Not unless they make things right with Mick.

#this took me a whole as day to type up because i was so upset #also in the process of moving so my life is a dumpster fire as of now #mick deserves the world. #nikki vince and tommy can fuck off #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars

[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.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #smut #fanfic #motley crue smut #Tommy Lee x reader #vince neil x reader #mick mars x reader #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx smut #Tommy Lee smut #vince neil smut #mick mars smut

[fanaticbitchhh]

piercings and tattoos

dom!nikki x afab!reader x dom!tommy

as you can tell, i got lazy at the end 💀

warnings: p in v, mention of piercings and tattoos, mention of parties (its mötley crüe what do you expect?) threesome, blowjob

let me know if i missed any warnings!

lowercase intended!

you opened your eyes, the bright lights shining from the open curtains. you groaned, your head was pounding and you could barely remember anything from the night before. the only thing you could remember was the massive party the crüe had, the mass amount of jack you had drunk and the coke you had snorted had kept you going for most of the night.

you felt a pain on your back, a sharp one. it was like needles stabbing into your back. you got up, wiping your face with your hands and walking to a mirror. you gasped at the sight you saw. a tongue piercing, an eyebrow piercing and a septum piercing. how had you let this happen? you huffed once more before heading into the kitchen, grabbing 5 water bottles and some asprin.

you made your way upstairs slowly, careful not to trip up the stairs. you walk into tommys room, placing an asprin and a water bottle on his bedside table before walking to nikki’s and vince’s room and doing the same. sadly walking into vince’s room caused you to see him with 2 girls along with some trauma coming out of there.

you sat down in your bedroom, mindlessly strumming your guitar to take your mind off the pain in your lower back. after a while, you heard shuffling on the landing and you walk out of your room, expecting vince but seeing tommy instead.

“why’re you up so early?” you ask, since hes not normally up at this time.

“could ask you the same thing.” he groans, rubbing his eyes.

“im up early most of the time, you? ehh not so much” you say, smiling at him.

clearly we woke nikki up from this conversation as he came out of his room.

“can you shush tommy? you’re so loud.” he says, his voice raspy from just waking up, tommy puts his arms up in frustration at this.

you laugh at his reaction before frowning, the pain on my lower back starting to really hurt.

“can one of you check my back for me? it hurts like a bitch.” you ask, turning around and lifting my shirt up a bit at the back.

you hear the boys gasp and chuckle when they see your back.

“what? what is it?” you ask worridly.

“well, you got a tattoo last night.” nikki smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“what? seriously?” you ask, laughing a bit.

the two boys nod at this, chuckling. you rush downstairs, tripping on the last two steps and you check the mirror by the stairs. the tattoo was nice at first, it showing lightning coming from a heart that said ‘n+t’s bitch’. when you saw that you audibly gasped.

“nikki! tommy! what the fuck!” you yell, despite the headache, you were still frustrated.

“what’s up princess?” nikki smirks, knowing what you were freaking out about.

you blushed slightly at the nickname but you quickly brush it off.

“who took me to get this done?” you ask quickly.

“we both did sweetheart” tommy chimes in.

“who d’ya think picked out the design” nikki winks.

you groan quietly, looking to the other side of the room to avoid eye contact. that was cut short by nikki putting a finger under your chin and facing you towards him.

“we think its pretty hot anyway” he smirks.

“you do?” you ask, seeking confirmation.

“of course we do” tommy adds.

“thats good then, i guess i am your bitch” you joke, seeking a reaction out of them both.

tommy takes your hand leading you into his room, nikki following close behind and locking tommy’s bedroom door.

“yeah you are y/n. our bitch, understand?” nikki says, you gulp, nodding your head as you felt heat pooling between my legs.

“i need your words y/n.” he says sternly.

“yes! i understand nikki..” you say, looking up at nikki innocently.

“good girl.” he replies, smirking.

“now lets get this party started hmm?” tommy asks, silently asking for consent.

you nod, smiling at the two as they come closer. tommy leans in, kissing you sloppily while nikki runs his hands over your thighs. you break away the kiss when nikki taps your thighs.

“can i?” nikki asks, referring to the shorts you had on.

you nod, tommy pulling you back into a kiss while nikki pulled your shorts down. he parted your legs, giving himself more access. he kissed your clit before licking a strip through your slit, making you shudder and moan in tommy’s mouth. you gasped, throwing your head back as nikki started to tongue-fuck you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

in the meantime, tommy took your shirt off as well as your bra, kneading your tits.

“dont stop tommy! s’good!” you moan, putting a hand in his hair and tugging it.

“didnt plan on it.” he mumbles.

you didnt even feel your orgasm building until you let go all over nikki’s face, moaning out in ecstasy. you catch your breath, breathing heavily and letting out a small mewl every now and then from nikki nipping at your thighs and tommy kissing your neck.

“you ready for the fun part?” tommy smirks, looking at you with excitement written all over his face.

“yes tommy” you reply, kissing his cheek.

nikki comes up from his spot between your thighs, as much as he loved it, he wanted to be inside you more than anything. tommy positions himself infront of you, taking his pants and shirt off while nikki does the same but behind you.

“now, get on your hands and knees pretty girl” nikki says, pressing on your back slightly with his warm hands, while you obey.

he lines himself up with your pussy, his tip running through your folds causing you to let out a loud moan of his name. tommy starts to jerk himself off a little before putting his cock infront of your lips, tapping them. you open your mouth, eager to taste him. you cant help but moan at the taste of him in your mouth.

before you could even start moving, tommy grabs your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. while nikki grips your hips, pushing himself into you, groaning slightly at the feeling.

“you’re so tight, s’ tight for me hmm?” he hums, slapping your ass when you dont answer.

you moan at the contact, lifting off of tommy’s cock to reply.

“yes nikki! tight just for you!” you moan out, before sucking tommy off again.

you feel the coil in your stomach get tighter, telling you that you were close.

“m’ so close” you mumble, muffled by tommy’s cock.

“think shes close nikki” tommy laughs, letting out a groan.

nikki starts to go faster at this, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. you can feel it become tighter.

“gonna cum!” you moan.

you cum, and shortly after tommy and nikki do too. your legs give out, causing you to collapse on tommy.

“m’ tired” you mumble, cuddling into tommy.

“i know, lets get you a bath and then you can sleep” tommy says, you agree wanting the two to take care of you.

they run you a nice bath, washing your hair and body for you. when you get out, they dry you, giving you one of nikkis shirts and tommy’s pajamas pants.

you leave the bathroom, wobbling but making it to the bed without falling completely. you smile as you feel the bed dip either side of you, the feeling of arms wrapping around you was enough to lull you to sleep.

#tommy lee x reader #nikki sixx smut #tommy lee smut #mötley crüe #smut

[sixxrock666]

Can I please ask for more Mötley Crüe with a platonic reader, it was surprisingly really wholesome but yet really creative and energetic, please and thank you, love <33

thank u sweets<33 of course here u go more mötley crüe shenanigans :))

Part 2

can you tell I’m a little Tommy biased (￣ω￣;)

• you would love to braid their hair, especially Tommys, since he was always eager to get it done. You usually had some problems regarding Nikki and Mick but at the end of the day they would let you anyways

• since Nikki and Tommy get into a lot of arguments just pissing each other off all of the time, when a physical fight would break out you would always have to be the one to pull them apart. When they would finally settle down you’d scold them, and they would just sit there like sad lil puppies

• late night talks with Mick on your bed while you are painting yours and his nails, his strictly black. He would always grumble about it but would secretly enjoy it

• i feel like Tommy would get slightly possessive over u sometimes, he just wants to spend time with you in peace without others interfering, jealous boy :o

• clingy Tommy when drunk>>> hed be all over you ,Nikki, Vince and Mick, would lean on your shoulder and even fall asleep in your lap sometimes

• Vince would adore taking care of you, just random acts of service here and there like bringing you a glass of water and some pills and setting them on your nightstand whenever you’d get drunk

• you’d borrow their t-shirts all the time

“is that my shirt”

“might be yours Vince, might be Nikkis”

• once in a while you’ll all gang up on mick and tease him or some shit till he ends up chasing you all and cursing the shit out of you

• impulsively getting matching tattoos in the middle of the night, drunk with the boys

• inside jokes with Mick>>>> you’d randomly say something only you two would get and you’d just start laughing like two crazy idiots. The rest of the boys would just sit there and stare confused

• the only time they would eat homemade food is if you’d cook because they would be helpless, they would either burn the whole kitchen down or make so much mess while trying to make eggs and bacon -_-

They loved it when u did cook for them tho-Tommy’s for sure licking that plate up

• alright hear me out, movie night but it’s pure chaos

☆ you’d take forever trying to pick out a movie, you would end up arguing and pulling and chasing until one of you eventually won. Not everyone would be happy about it and would just complain throughout the whole movie

☆“ you can’t be serious this is so fucking predictable”

“ Vince shut it and watch the movie”

“ but look i fucking told you he’s gonna-“

Would get a pillow in the face so he’d shut up

☆if you’d watch some romantic shit Vince and Tommy would end up crying openly over it, and then you’d catch Nikki and make fun of him, until he would literally tackle you on the couch so you’d shut up

☆Tommys picking some sappy romance, a cartoon or some sex related shit, there’s no in between

• the boys can never say no when you do the puppy eyes except Mick of course, he’s a little devil

• you’d help them die their hair, but it would just end up with you all messing around and in the end the hair dye would be everywhere except where it’s supposed to be-the hair

Part 3

☆彡𐬾𐮚✧✯⁂☆

#mick mars #motley crue #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx #rockstars #tommy lee #vince neil #terror twins x reader #nikki sixx x reader #vince neil x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #headcanon #motley crue fanfiction

[gocryaboutitt]

Someones a little sick

back at it guys. same character yknow the shit by now

your point of view;

As im walking around my house fixing up things that were broken or covered in dust, i hear my phone start to ring which results in me letting out an aggravated sigh while picking up the phone.

"Hey sweets" i hear tommy sniffle before the phone gets snatched out of his hands, "Jess, you need to let us in, NOW!" demands mick as im finally allowed to speak. "Hello to you guys too, why do i need to let you in exactly? You idiots will mess up my house", "because we're sick and don't know what to do" argues mick as he begins to cough, "ugh, fine" i say while slamming the phone on the reciever and walking to the front door. While i bask in the feeling of a clean house, i open the door to reveal the four man-babies.

"Jess, help me!" screams vince as a runs up to me, while might i add, sniffling "how did you guys even get sick? was it from one of the many groupies, did it finally catch up to ya?" i say while widely grinning, and stepping aside for them to walk in.

"If any of you idiots mess up my place i will make you suffer in silence" i snicker while ushering them to the living room. "Go sit down and tell me what happened".

"Promise you wont laugh," begs nikki "can't make any promises, nikki" i say while walking to the kitchen to make tea "I got sneezed on by a groupie when i was making out with her," him saying this resulted in me letting out a wheeze before regaining my breath. "And the rest of you?", "he went around the studio sneezing into the air!" whines vince as his voice is barely able to keep one pitch. "Mhm, and i reckon it affecting you the most isnt it blondie?"

I chuckle while walking into the living room holding a tray of teas, "Yes! It is! I can't sing without my voice breaking" he groans while taking one of the hot beverages.

"Shut up blondie" whined both tommy and nikki as mick sat there drinking the tea, "atleast you don't have to worry about playing an instrument while youre coughing up a lung" groans tommy. "well this is the last time im taking care of you guys," i say, sighing "i guess you imbeciles are going to want to stay here tonight, right?"

"Can we, please?" asks mick as he finishes the drink, "yeah i guess, since youre my favourite mick, you can take my room" i suggest while softly smiling at him.

"Really? are you sure-", "yes, im sure, mick, go on the beds made and there should be a bin nearby" i stop him mid sentence with a light chuckle. "Thanks, jess" he smiles with a nod and walks up stairs.

I sit down in his seat while the other look at me in disbelief, "How come he gets your room?", "he gets to be so close to you panty draw, and i dont?!" i groan while rolling my eyes "because he's actually tolerable". "I'll be sleeping out here if it makes you guys feel better, god this couch sucks ass" i say with a groan as i get up and lay on the floor. Tommy was the first one to move and took this as his chance to lay his head across my thighs, this was followed by vince laying on the oppsite side of my body but with his head on my stomach, which was later followed by nikki laying across my chest.

"What the fuck do you guys think i am? a pillow?" i sitfle a groan as one of their bodies shift against mine, "a pretty damn comfortable one," grins nikki as he buries his face in my chest.

"so fucken help me, if i get sick from you idiots" i start as im cut off with a sneeze from vince which somehow racks through my body, "awh man im sorry" he sheepishly apologises "im going to kick your guy's ass's" i say while giving up and laying there.

"What ever you say, sweets", "shut up tommy, just go to sleep".

roughly 4:04 am

i woke up to someone snoring, fucked if i know who's, up shoots vince as he runs to where im hoping is the bathroom. I prop my body up against the couch as he comes back into the room looking a bit too pale, "hey blondie, are you alright?" i ask as he sits down beside me "yeah, 'm just tired" yawns vince as he nuzzles into the side of my body, "go back to sleep, vinny, i'll still be your guy's pillow" i whisper while raking my fingers though his hair "Mm, thanks doll" he groans, practicly asleep.

I flick on the tv as i decided i wasnt going to be able to sleep any time soon, as i flip through the channels i decided on The Karate Kid movie.

It was around 8:13 am, and i had resulted in watching any movie that came on, i was silently watching The Breakfast club as i felt nikki and tommy begin to stir. "Morning, guys, sleep well?" i softly ask as they sit up and adjust to the light, "yeah, thanks for being my pillow," snickers nikki as he stands up and walks into the kitchen, "how about you, t-bone?" "mm, it was good thanks sweets" he yawns while shuffling up to me, "how are you feeling?" "like shit" he groans while leaning onto me "its alright,t-bone you'll get better eventually" i smile while raking my fingers through his hair.

"Mm, i hope so." grins nikki as he walks through the door "dude! you took my spot" he whines "be quiet nikki its too early, and blondie here is still asleep, here" i slightly open my legs "even better" he smirks before sinking down in between them "shut up dude, you hogged her boobs all night anyway".

"what the fuck did i just hear?" groans mick as he walked into the living room, "how are you even comfy with them on you, it looks like a doggy pile", "it is mick, i havent moved all night" i sigh while look up at him "you poor thing" chuckles mick as he sits behind me on the couch.

that was fun lmao. i hope you enjoyed it

:)

love you guys

#motley crue x reader #mick mars #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #vince neil x reader #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Talking about the Mötley Crüe tarot cards, and how perfectly they fit with each of the members cause I haven't seen anybody talk about this yet.

Nikki,the Devil - I think this one is pretty self explanatory. The devil (upright) represents addiction, oppression, dependency and powerlessness and this fits so well with young Nikki who was strung out on heroin and powerless in the face of his addiction.

The devil reversed however represents independence, freedom, release and the reclaiming of one's power which is perfect for older Nikki who gets over his addiction and reforms and metamorphosizes into a far better human being.

It's kinda funny because Nikki is the only one who's card has a more positive connotation when in reverse but I think this also represents how Nikki's life only really started looking up when he got older and kicked his addiction.

Vince , the sun - the sun upright represents confidence, optimism and success and Vince is obviously very confident and optimistic in his daily life and all of them are obviously very successful because of Mötley crüe.

The sun reversed though means pessimism, conceitedness and unrealistic expectations. When things don't immediately go Vince's way he becomes sulky and miserable, and things usually only don't go his way because he has unrealistic expectations, he either holds people or himself to too high a standard and gets fucked because they or he obviously couldn't live up to said expectation.

Vince can also be conceited he's very vain and empathises his self importance often throughout their entire career, and this fact has bit him in the ass multiple times.

 Tommy , The Lovers - I know his card technically only says “the lover” but no such card exists, so I assume they just based it off the lovers which represents love (duh), balance, unity and choices.

Tommy has a lot of love to give and hands it out in spades to anybody who he's even passively liked or talking to. He also definitely brings a balance to the band that isn't talked about enough, in the early days he was definitely the middle ground for any spats between Nikki and Vince, listening and comforting them both in his own way and being fair by not picking a side and just hearing them out until he could eventually calm Nikki down and explain the situation better from Vince's point of view and vice versa. He also unionises the guys by by being this comfortable loving presence that's usually so understanding.

The lovers in reverse however means disharmony/chaos, imbalance and bad choices. We all know Tommy can be a very chaotic force to be reckoned with and this can cause imbalance in the established relationships that he has with the other members because yes he's quick to love, he's also quick to hate and sometimes without warning with how quickly his mood can change which can lead to a lot of confusion and disharmony. Also I don't need to tell you that Tommy has made some bad decisions in his life.

Mick , the magician - this card upright means willpower, resourcefulness, skill, and manifestation.

I've never seen a man with more willpower than Mick Mars who continued just doing the thing that he loves despite the pain and all the times he thought he wouldn't make it. He is extremely resourceful, in fact his resources were the only way they funded Mötley at the very beginning and he very clearly is a skilled guitar player.

The magician in reverse means cunning, wasted talent and deception/illusion.

Mick has always been open in his overwhelming determination to have a successful band and I think he's definitely screwed a few people over in his life because of this fact (like Mötley's rhythm guitarist and he definitely deprived his own children time with him because of this).

I don't think Mick wasted his talent, but if he got too comfortable in his suburban lifestyle then he definitely would have (and according to the dirt, he almost did).

Idk, this post probably won't interest anybody, but I just thought I should bring this up and explain how I saw why they picked the cards for the members.

#mick mars #mötley crüe #motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #wish i had these #starry rambles

[robocoplesb]

hope you don't get mad, nikki sixx. [2/2]

[★] part one

warnings: mention of labor, your daughter's name is ethel, fatherhood insecurities, anxiety, heather serving.

author's note: sorry for the delay🥹 hope you like it, work on it during class lol. good read<3

chapter two

vince ran to every corner of the hotel, cursing nikki every minute he went by without finding him. he didn't understand what was going on, but by the desperate way heather told him to get nikki and take him to the hospital, he assumed it was something urgent. he found the bassist at the back of the hotel, sitting on the hood of a car that definitely wasn't his and smoking.

“— nikki!” — he yelled as he got closer. when he got in front of nikki, he was panting and sweaty, which made the dark haired man laugh.

“— man, you look like shit.” — he said and then offered the cigarette to vince, who just took it and threw on the floor. “— what is your prob-” — vince interrupted him.

“— heather wants you at the hospital. now. i don't know, i think it's something with y/n. i saw her sleeping in tommy's car before they left.”

nikki felt all of his resentment go away in the same second, replaced by pure euphoria, even without having taken anything in the day. he saw vince's confusion grow even more as he started to run out of there, grabbing the blonde's jacket sleeve.

well, at that moment nikki didn't remember that he and vince had their own cars, and that they could have gotten to the hospital much faster. he didn't remember many things actually, causing him and vince to almost get run over several times.

“— IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON, I’M GETTING THE FUCK OFF THIS TOUR.” — vince said (screamed) to nikki. he felt a little left out, as if everyone knew something that for some reason he didn't. he had information that you were sleeping and were probably already in the hospital, but he still didn't understand why.

nikki thought he was the dumbest human in the world. he thought that was obvious enough. he didn't want to answer, being too busy thinking about the way he treated you moments before you went into labor and hating himself for it, but he knew that if nothing were cleared up, vince really was going to “get the fuck out”.

“— YOUR NIECE IS BORN, ETHEL IS FUCKING COMING” — it was enough to make vince shut up. a rumbling silence full of concern for you, that was the only thing that existed for them at that time.

it wasn't like heather had said which hospital they were going to, but on that tour all members and assistants were notified of how they should if you go into labor. that is, everyone received the address of the nearest hospital and tips on how to deal with you in this situation.

the aforementioned hospital was twenty minutes away, if you were driving. tommy got there in ten, but only because he went over the speed limit more than you can imagine. then, vince and nikki arrived within thirty minutes, both out of breath and vince thought he had stopped feeling his legs. they were greeted by a very suspicious receptionist, presumably thinking they were a couple of drunken freaks from the street.

“— my...my wife is...here” — nikki took a deep breath before continuing talking. “— y/n sixx, she's having a baby, our friends brought her here.”

“— sixx? hm, your friends tommy and heather, right?” — she asked

"- YES! Yes, Tommy and Heather, now please let me in. you need to let me in. my wife is having my fucking daughter, can you understand?” — and he would have continued to make a fuss in front of all the other patients if vince hadn't pulled him away from the woman, squeezing his arm.

“— sorry for my friend, but we need to see her now.”

they were shown into a waiting room, occupied only by a tommy who was nearly pulling his hair out and a heather who was just trying to calm him down. before they realize nikki and vince were there, a doctor appears in the doorway. tommy was quick to run up to nikki and hug him, who didn't know how to react. he didn't knew what to do or say, it was like for all that time there wasn't a single thing in the world that mattered more than you. and for him, it really didn't have.

“— this is nikki?” — the doctor asks, turning to heather.

“— yes, it's her husband, he's the father. our friend picked him up while we brought her here. how is she?”

“— she's taking it well. will you go see?” — he asked for nikki.

he didn't know how to respond. yes? no? usually the father was together at the birth of the child, right? but did you wanted to see him? was he even prepared? he knew this was not the time to think about it. damn, the child was already being born, but he still didn't know how to deal.

“— well, i don't know what that means, but the room is over here, if you want to go...” — the doctor said after some long ten seconds of silence.tommy pushed him towards the door, and then he just followed the man to the door of the room you were.

he heard a few squeals and muffled voices from nurses uttering encouragements for you to push harder. and that's when the desperation really hit him. that's when all the scenes of that night flashed through his head, in a cruel combination of several memories from his own childhood. he felt terrible for implying that you would not be a good mother when he couldn't even walk into that room. how could he? how could he get into that child's life, when he just didn't knew how?

he didn't feel the tears, but they were there. he didn't realize he was crying until he heard heather's voice from beside him.

"- so? what are you waiting for?” — she said with a clear tone of irritation.

he thought a little about what to say “— i can't, heather.” he murmured to her.

heather let out a wry laugh and pulled nikki into an empty corner of the hall, pushing him against the wall. “— what the fuck is your problem, sixx? did you freaked out? i heard what you said to her. practically the entire hotel, so, if you feel guilty or something like that, why don't you take the fucking responsibility for putting that kid inside of her? or do you want to end up like your father? you love that woman and that child, and they love you more than anyone in your life. if you don't do this shit, fuck it, but then you can bet i'll make sure you never hear about them again. never.”

it was like that, with those words, and with that woman's finger pointed in his face, that nikki realized that any insecurity would be useless. that he couldn't just give up.

heather pulled away from him slowly, and stared as if she could kill him. “— go." — it was harsh. nothing else needed to be said.

★

you don't remember nikki talking to you during labor. you remember he held your hand until the end, and whenever his screams got worse, he started kissing your face, as if he could help in something. he asked you once if you got mad when you saw him in the room, and you laughed your ass off before saying that your biggest fear that day was that he wouldn't show up.

ethel was named by you shortly after you found out you were pregnant. he didn't know exactly what the meaning was, but he agreed as soon as you suggested it because he thought it was so sweet. you said it meant "noble" or "honorable". that's how you felt. at every moment next to your daughter, you could only feel things as simple as these. nikki understood after a while, because that's how he felt too.

that night, you lay on his chest, and ethel in your midst. you clasp your hands over the girl's, and you remember falling asleep while listening to nikki humming something.

then a few months later that melody finally goes to the studio.

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[meikadonnelly]

~nikki sixx~

nikki sixx x fem reader

Nikki is your best friend and you’re on tour with motley crue.

fluff/angst on nikki’s side.

tw : nikki gets angry and may be triggering 🤍

You hear the crowd still screaming and clapping as the boys come back onto the tour bus at the back of the venue. You glance from the magazine you’re reading to watch as Vince walks in, followed by Mick, and then Tommy, however Nikki isn’t there. You smile at the three of them as they walk loudly onto the bus. They all sit down near you and you put down the magazine onto your lap. “You guys sounded great,” you say happily. “I’m a little tired so I came back about fifteen minutes ago,” you tell them.

“It was packed in there, even backstage!” Tommy says with a smile.

You laugh. “Plenty of opportunities for people to pick fights then,” you joke which makes the others smile.

“Yeah well, we’ll have to see what Nikki can tell us when he gets back,” Vince says, laughing a little. You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” you question.

“Apparently Nikki had a run in with some guy backstage,” Tommy explains. You sit forward, putting the magazine next to you.

“What? Where is he?”

Tommy shrugs and you stand up. You walk down the bus to the front. You walk down the small steps and off the bus. You look to the right to see a few men walking around in their backstage uniforms but no sight of your best friend. You then turn to look to the left when your vision is blocked by a body. You trail your eyes upwards to see Nikki look down at you. “What’re you doing?” He asks.

“I was coming to look for you,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because apparently something was going on,” you reply with a slight frown at his blunt tone. He doesn’t say anything and walks onto the bus to which you follow. “Nikki,” you say. He keeps walking to the back of the bus where he disappears to climb into his bunk. You stop where the others are with your hands on your hips, looking at where Nikki just was.

“What the hell happened?” Tommy asks. You shake your head.

“No fucking clue,” you reply.

“Want me to talk to him?” He asks. You don’t reply but walk past them to Nikki’s top bunk where he’s laying on his stomach, facing the opposite way with his hands under his pillow. You look at him with your arms crossed. His bunk is about head height so you’re face is next to his.

“Nikki.” You say sternly and he groans. “Don’t ignore me Nik.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that’s not going to happen.” You mutter and he finally turns his head to look at you, his head still laying on the pillow. You tilt your head slightly.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. You let out a small sigh.

“We both know you’re not telling me the truth Nikki.” You say sternly and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Some guy was saying shit,” he admits.

“About?”

He pauses, still holding eye contact. He sighs and moves to get off his bunk. He stands in front of you. “What was it about Nikki?” You ask again.

He sighs again and look down. “You.”

You frown. “And?” He looks at you.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” He questions.

“Who cares if a random guy says something about me?” You ask him.

“He can’t just go around doing shit like that!” he says a little loudly. “If he says something and I hear it then i’m gonna say something!” You glance at his hand.

“So if all you were doing was saying something, then why are your knuckles red?” You question which makes him look at his right hand. You watch him think of what to say.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t more upset about this!” he says loudly and in a higher pitched voice than usual.

“I don’t know why you are!” You yell back.

“Because you’re someone I care about and i’m not just going to let someone do that!”

You sigh and look down. “I get that, okay? Believe me. But you’re getting into fights over it. You’re going to ruin your career. What if you get in trouble, or get hurt? What if you hurt your hands and can’t play bass anymore Nikki?” You defend. You watch the thoughts race through his mind as he stares at you, his arms crossed. By now, the others are looking down the bus at us.

“How the hell am I meant to just not do anything about it?” He asks, frustrated.

“Ignore it! Keep walking and come to me!” You reply in a slightly angry tone. “Talk to someone about it Nikki.”

He sighs again. “Sorry,” he mutter quietly before turning and walking off of the bus again. You don’t call out for him but walk over to the others who just saw the whole thing.

“What the hell happened?” Vince asks.

“He got into a fight,” you reply, glancing at him.

“Did he win?” Tommy asks to which you look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back,” you say, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Tommy yells after you. You turn around.

“I’m going to find Nikki, who knows what’ll happen if I don’t.”

“The venue’s huge, you won’t be able to find him,” Mick says bluntly.

“Well, I might as well try.” And with that, you walk off the bus. You look around before looking along the side of the bus to see Nikki leaning against it, his arms crossed. You walk over and stand next to him silently for a moment.

“I’m not mad,” you finally say. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know,” Nikki replies quietly with a slightly defeated tone in his voice.

“I just…” You pause for a second and sigh. “I just don’t want you to get hurt or ruin your career.” Nikki doesn’t say anything and continues looking forward at the business around you. “The last thing I want to happen is for you to throw away all your hard work over some comment about me,” you add.

“I know it was stupid and I’m sorry okay?” He says defensively which makes you move to stand in front of him. You put each hand on his shoulders and look up at him.

“I promise you that it doesn’t bother me when people say stuff about me. So please don’t think you have to defend me.”

He looks at you and nods. “Okay,” he mutters. You drop your arms to your sides.

“So are you okay?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he assures before putting an arm around you and starting to walk towards the door of the bus. “Are we good?”

You smile. “Of course.”

#fan fiction #motley crue #nikki sixx #fluff #nikki sixx x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #protective friends #tour bus

[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: 3.6k

Warnings: Alcohol, language

Previous Chapter

Chapter 4- Mistakes were made

Tom Zutaut's girlfriend dragged you into your brothers dressing room because apparently the jeans and leather jacket you were currently wearing wasn't going to cut it for the stage.

"You got five minutes!" Doc shouted from outside the room.

Five fucking minutes. Jesus Christ.

You were going to die.

No wonder the guys were so nervous about this. You were about to go out on stage for the first time in front of 300,000 people. What if you screwed up the lyrics? What if the crowd hated you? What if you tripped over on stage? What if-

"Put these on." Tom's girlfriend suddenly said snapping you out of those horrible thoughts.

She was holding up a pair of black leather pants that you were pretty sure belonged to Vince, but it wasn't like he hadn't worn your clothes before, so this seemed fair.

Before you knew it, Toms girlfriend -who was actually a really nice girl despite the fact she just cheated on her boyfriend in this exact dressing room earlier- had you dressed in an outfit that had you feeling extremely self-conscious.

"Seriously, you look stunning. Just let me..." She trailed off and grabbed her makeup bag and within a few minutes, she had drawn on perfect eyeliner and bright red lipstick as well as adding to your mascara before finishing the look off with a single thin warpaint stripe on your left cheek bone.

Your first thought was - Oh, God, Nikki is going to hate that. Quickly followed up by, you were actually going to die on stage dressed in this.

You stared at yourself in the mirror taking in the tight leather pants and matching black heeled cowgirl boots. That part of the outfit was fine. It was the black laced bra under your open leather vest that showed too much cleavage and skin for your liking which was the problem.

"Can't I zip up the vest?" You asked, motioning towards the perfectly functioning zip.

"No. You look fucking amazing. Come on." She grabbed your hand and pulled you back out the changing room before you could say anything else.

Tommy was the first to see you. His jaw quite literally fell open with a shocked gasp before quickly covering his mouth with his hands realising what he did.

That caught the rest of the guy's attention. Mick gave you a quick once over taking in the outfit before nodding in approval, but Nikki's eyes widened as he looked you up and down in utter surprise before averting his gaze.

"Oh, hell no!" Vince exclaimed, shaking his head. "She's barely wearing anything!"

"She's wearing more than you!" Tom's girlfriend shot back fiercely motioning at your brother's practically shirtless body.

She had a point.

Vince glared at the woman but couldn't really say much in fear of her blabbing about what the two of them just did in the change room.

"At least do up the fucking vest." Vince pleaded.

"Gladly." You zipped up the vest instantly causing Tom's girlfriend to sigh.

"Let's compromise." She said, stepping forward and lowering the zip down to the middle of your stomach so that your black lacey bra was still visible. "Better?" She asked pointily looking at Vince.

"Not really." He answered.

"Too bad."

"So, what do I do exactly?" You asked changing the topic before your brother could say anything else. "Like, just stand in the corner and sing the backup lyrics?"

"There's already a microphone setup for you between Vince and Nikki. Can you dance?" Doc asked and he must have seen the look of absolute horror on your face at his question because he didn't wait for a verbal answer. "Doesn't matter. You don't have to. Just sing the backup lyrics and try to look like you're having fun."

"I don't know if that's possible, Doc. I feel like I'm gonna pass out." You admitted, resting your hand over your chest as you sucked in a deep shaky breath.

Vince sighed, "I'll guide you through it. It's gonna be fine."

You glanced over at your brother who, despite hating this idea, was trying his best to reassure you.

"C'mon guys. It's nearly time." Nikki announced, motioning everyone towards the stage.

You trailed behind the guys up the steps to the side of the stage, your legs feeling like jelly and ready to collapse at any moment.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Nikki whispered, grabbing Vince's shoulder. "You do realise we just signed a record deal with his company and that fucking his girlfriend could seriously fuck that up?"

Vince smirked, patting him on the shoulder, "only if he finds out, man."

Tommy suddenly leant over the railing and threw up.

Yeah, you felt like doing that too.

"Seriously, we're gonna die." Mick muttered under his breath.

"I'm good!" Tommy insisted, grabbing a random beer from the table beside him and taking a large drink which you didn't exactly think was a good idea, but he already drank it before you could say otherwise.

"Right, listen up. Come on, gather round, guys." Nikki ordered holding his arms out and ushering the boys towards him.

You remained standing by the railing and watched them as they huddled around each other. Nikki lifted his head from the huddle and glanced over at you, a million different emotions washing over his face in a singular moment, but they were gone before you could decipher any of them.

"Get in here, princess." Nikki instructed, holding his arm out.

That nickname had stuck since the first day you walked into their apartment and after all these months you had given up trying to change that.

Taking in a deep breath, you joined the huddle as Nikki and Tommy wrapped their arms around you.

"Look where we are. We've got an old man, a kid drummer, a cover band singer, a new girl and a fucking runaway." Nikki's eyes met yours briefly. "No one would have thought we'd make it here, so fuck them. Win it all or lose it all, we're Mötley fuckin' Crüe. So let's destroy these motherfuckers!"

"Yeah!" The guys all cheered, their nerves twisting into excitement from adrenaline.

Fuck, you couldn't do this.

"You got this." Mick insisted, reaching up and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

You simply nodded despite not believing him in the slightest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe!" A voice over the speakers announced.

"Don't look at the crowd. I'll be next to you the whole time, so will Vince. Just look at us, okay?" Nikki whispered into your ear. "It's gonna be fine."

Vince suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand and before you realised what was happening, you were on stage in front of thousands of people.

Holy shit.

Flames burst out from the front of the stage and the entire crowd went nuts. Vince led you over to your designated microphone making sure you were okay... or as okay as possible, before he turned to the crowd and threw his fist in the air causing them to scream louder before Tommy started on the drums.

"Title track from our up-and-coming album. We call it Shout at the Devil!" Vince spoke through his microphone.

You felt like a statue standing stiffly behind your own microphone unable to tear your eyes away from the mass number of people before you. Nikki said not to look at the crowd, but fuck, you couldn't look away.

The crowd stretched for as far as you could see. It was quite literally a sea of people. 300,000 people Tom had said.

Holy fuck.

Suddenly, Nikki appeared in front of you, blocking your view of the crowd like he could somehow sense your thoughts. He continued to play the bass while thumping his head to the beat of Tommys drums, but his eyes were glued to yours and silently asking if you were okay.

No, you were definitely not okay. And you felt like you were going to throw up at any moment.

This was so much bigger than the club crowds during your backup singing days with Vince's band, Rock Candy. This was so far out of your comfort zone, you couldn't even see the zone anymore. It was gone and you were downright terrified.

Nikki shifted until he was standing beside you. You forced your eyes to follow him instead of looking at the crowd and he didn't look away from you either before he leant towards your microphone instead of going back to his own.

"Shout Shout Shout..."

Nikki sung into the microphone giving you a small encouraging nod and after the third repeat, you began to sing it too.

"Shout Shout Shout."

"Shout at the Devil!" Vince screamed into his microphone.

The fans cheered loudly, and you hesitantly looked away from Nikki and scanned the large crowd while your brother continued to sing.

Nikki remained by your side for a little while, his shoulder brushing yours whenever you'd both use the microphone, but it wasn't long before you began to slip right into place and got lost in the music.

After finishing Shout at the Devil, you knew Mötley Crüe had made it.

The crowd had never heard the song before but by the end, they were singing along, pumping their fists into the air. With every word Vince sung, every guitar lick Mick played, the crowd ripped in response.

Your confidence began to rise with each song, and by the end of it, you were sad that it was over.

"Holy fucking shit, dude! That was awesome!" Tommy exclaimed while the four of you walked back down the corridor from the stage, the crowd still cheering and clapping behind you.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Hands trembling by your side from the adrenaline of the show, but you couldn't wipe the smile from your face because Tommy was right, that was fucking awesome.

"How do you feel, sis?" Vince asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he walked in step with you.

"Ask me tomorrow?" You answered because honestly, you couldn't put a label on your emotions right now.

That show was fucking epic.

Vince chuckled softly, "you did good. Real good."

"You guys were fantastic, and MTV want an interview. Follow me." Doc instructed.

Within a few minutes, you and the band were squished together on a leather couch in front of a cameraman while an MTV interviewer sat in the seat opposite.

You were seated between Nikki and Tommy, their shoulders and thighs pressed against yours due to the small couch. Tommy was bouncing his leg either from nerves or from the adrenaline still soaring through his veins. Maybe a combination of both.

The interviewer asked the general questions which the guys all answered easily. He asked about the new Shout at the Devil album questioning whether it supported satanic worship which Nikki was quick to shut down.

"It says Shout at the Devil. Not Shout with the Devil. At the Devil." He explained pointing to the vinyl record cover that the interviewer had handed him.

You had to hide your smirk at his words because it wasn't that long ago Nikki had actually wanted to call the album Shout with the Devil, but Electra were quick to shut that down.

"Vince, your little sister has officially joined Mötley Crüe. Is that correct?" The interviewer asked changing the topic as he looked over at your brother.

Officially joined Mötley Crüe? Um, no. That was not correct. None of you have had a chance to even talk about this. Would they even want you to be a backup singer at other shows?

Vince leant forward and glanced over at you before looking to Nikki, Tommy and Mick. The three of them seemed to have a silent conversation that you were not part of before Vince turned back to the interviewer and nodded.

"Y/N is officially our new backup singer."

Holy shit.

Seriously?

"How does it feel Y/N?" The interviewer asked, addressing you directly for the first time since he started asking the band questions.

"Unreal." You answered nervously but honestly.

"Boys what is it like having Y/N as Mötley's new backup singer?"

"Oh, it's great!" Nikki answered without hesitation, and to your surprise, he sounded genuine.

"She's been with us since the start, man. She's always supported and helped us out before we even played our first show. She might be the new backup singer, but she isn't new to Mötley Crüe." Tommy answered.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you could feel your cheeks blushing, so you ducked your head a little allowing your hair to fall over your face hoping to block the redness on your cheeks.

"Vince, are you worried these guys might steal your sister?"

"They know Y/N is off limits." Your brother answered easily. "I made that clear months ago."

He did. He made that very clear back when you first moved into the Mötley House with them. At the time, you had been frustrated with him because Tommy and Nikki were both attractive guys and you wouldn't have been opposed to something happening between them. But now, there was no way you would do that.

You'd never act on your attraction to those guys. Vince would probably kill them and that would be the end of Mötley Crüe. You were not going to risk that, and you certainly were not going to be the reason for the breakup of Mötley Crüe. No way.

"So, no one has made a move on her? I find that extremely hard to believe." The interviewer stated looking at the guys doubtfully before his eyes focused on you. "I mean, surely someone has. Her outfit with that body..."

The interviewer's eyes shifted down to your chest and he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at your boobs.

"My eyes are up here." You said sternly pointing to your eyes while glaring at the man.

"You can't wear that and not expect me to... anyway, there is no way one of you boys haven't tried to fuck her."

"What the hell did you just say?" Vince questioned anger evident in his tone.

You quickly reached for the zip of your vest and yanked it up covering your upper body completely.

"I meant no offence. Your sister is a beautiful woman. And that exposing outfit she was wearing on stage and now..." He began to say pointing towards you before looking to the other guys. "...there is no way one of you haven't touched that."

"This interview is fucking over!" Vince growled standing up from the couch abruptly.

Tommy and Nikki quickly stood too and stepped in front of you protectively blocking the interviewers view of you.

"Get the fuck out!" Nikki ordered pointing to the door.

"Oh, come on. You can't be serious?" The interviewer asked looking between the guys.

"You're about to see how fucking serious I am." Vince threatened, his fist clenched and ready for a fight. "Get out! Now!"

"You heard them." Mick suddenly said standing up slowly, his hand grabbing Vince's shoulder to stop him from doing anything stupid. "Get out."

You remained seated on the couch lifting your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them trying to cover your body despite the vest now being zipped up entirely.

It was stupid to wear this on stage. You knew it was.

The interviewer and cameraman quickly left the room and practically ran into Doc on their way leaving Mötley's manager standing in the doorway in utter confusion.

"What the hell happened during the interview?"

"That fucking guy is banned from all our shows!" Vince's voice raised an octave as he spoke. "Make sure he doesn't hang around."

Doc clearly had a million more questions but did as the singer asked and left the room to ensure the MTV interviewer was leaving immediately.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Tommy asked, his voice so much calmer and gentler than your brothers.

You looked up to find both him and Nikki now looking at you as you sat on the couch hugging your knees to your chest.

"It was stupid to wear this on stage." You whispered, shaking your head at yourself.

You knew what men were like. You should have seen all of that coming from a mile away. Your jeans and leather jacket would have been a better option.

Sure, you had felt self-conscious at first in this outfit but once you were on stage and singing... you were more confident than you had ever felt. The outfit had grown on you. You had started to like it, but now... fuck this outfit. Fuck that interviewer.

"Hey, no. It wasn't." Tommy insisted, sliding over and sitting beside you. "It wasn't stupid."

You scoffed, "it was."

"It wasn't." Nikki insisted.

Tears were burning in the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them spill. It was stupid. Why were you even upset about this? It wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't like you hadn't dealt with sexist assholes before.

He was meant to be an MTV interviewer. He was meant to ask about the show, about the songs, about the new album. But instead, all he cared about was what you were wearing, and which guy had fucked you.

"You were right." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced over at Vince. "I shouldn't have worn this."

Your brother let out a deep exhale. The anger soaring through him slowly subsiding as he walked over and plonked himself down on the couch beside you.

"I wasn't right."

You tilted your head towards him as a silent tear trickled down your cheek and you quickly averted your gaze and wiped it away.

"He ain't worth your tears." Vince wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "Fuck that guy, okay? Fuck him."

"Yeah, fuck him." Tommy agreed from your other side while Mick and Nikki nodded in agreement from where they were standing.

You smiled softly, "thank you for defending me."

"You mess with one member of Mötley Crüe, you mess with all of us." Nikki simply stated, his sea green eyes meeting yours as he gave you a small smile from the corner of his mouth. "Welcome to the band."

-

Later that night the band all retreated back to the hotel you were staying at and dispersed to your own rooms to get changed. You thought about having a shower, but decided to have one in the morning instead, so you stripped out of your concert clothes and switched back to the jeans and leather jacket you had been wearing earlier.

The singular warpainted stripe was still on your left cheek and the more you looked at it, the more you liked it.

You didn't want Nikki to feel as if you were trying to copy him, especially after Tommy now had warpaint too, but he never commented on the stripe when he saw it and didn't seem to care, so that was a small relief.

Grabbing your key, you locked your hotel room behind yourself and wandered across the hall to room 32 which was Vince's.

With the benefit of hindsight, you should have knocked on the door first. But the two of you still shared a bedroom back at the Mötley House, so you didn't even think and twisted the knob walking inside to see if your brother was ready to go to the bar.

That was your first mistake for the night.

"Hey, Vince, are you ready- EW!" You gasped, instantly covering your eyes at the sight before you.

Your brothers naked back and ass was facing you while he pounded into some woman leaning over the bed across the room. You had no idea if it was Toms girlfriend or not, but you were not going to look to find out that answer.

"Y/N! Get out!" Vince shouted over his shoulder.

"Learn to lock your door!"

"Learn to fucking knock!" He shot back before you slammed the door shut.

"Fucking gross." You mumbled to yourself trying to fight the urge to gag at that vivid image now seared into your brain.

Sadly, that was not the first time you had walked in on Vince fucking someone, and you hated to admit, but knowing your brother, it wouldn't be the last either.

"Got an eye full?" Tommy's voice called out in amusement.

You tilted your head to the left to find the drummer walking out his own hotel room further down the corridor and simply nodded, screwing your face up in disgust.

Tommy grinned, "I did the same thing a few minutes ago. He needs to learn to lock his door."

"Tell me about it!"

Pushing yourself away from the door, you made your way over to Tommy noting he switched out his red and black leather pants for simple black ones and a tank top. He still had his eyeliner and warpaint on his cheek and you smiled looking at it.

"You were great out there tonight." Tommy suddenly said, his hazel eyes flashing down to your own warpaint before those dreamy eyes met yours and he smiled shyly. "I mean, I knew you could sing, but man, that was- that was great."

You smiled, "thanks Tommy."

"Nikki and Mick are at the club across the road. Wanna get some drinks?"

"Hell yeah."

That was your second mistake of the night.

It wasn't the first time you had been out drinking with the guys, far from it. You went out drinking with them most nights after their shows, it was nothing new. Mick would stick with vodka, Vince with whatever alcohol he could get his hands on along with cocaine (which you hated with a passion, and he knew it) while Nikki and Tommy would drink and snort anything within sight. That's just what the guys did and although you didn't approve of the mass number of drugs, you weren't their mother nor manager, it wasn't your place to comment on it.

So, you'd usually stick with whatever alcohol you wanted and let the guys go loose. However, tonight, you joined them on the loose part wanting to forget about that MTV interview.

By the time you realised that you had drunk too much, it was already too late. So your intoxicated brain figured you might as well keep drinking.

That was your third mistake of the night.

You had vague memories of dancing on top of the pool table with Nikki and Tommy throwing money at you for the performance. You could remember all the shots Vince and Mick ordered for the group, but after that, it was all fuzzy.

So, you really had no idea how you ended up in Tommy's bed the following morning. 

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[tobybestupid]

nsfw alphabet thing is so hot, can I ask for one with Tommy or Vince? :3

Omg yes ofc!

Vince Neil nsfw alphabet!

TW: smut smut smutty smut, mentions public sex, mentions high drunk sex, masterbation, bodily fluids, mention small death,

A = Aftercare

I feel like he'd be a little lazy at it, clean you off depending on his mood.

B = Body part

His favorite part of you is your chest, mostly cause he can cum on there easily. And your face, loves watching the faces you make as he pounds into you :3

C = cum

He loves to cum on your chest as before said, and on your face. Anywhere really works for him though!!

D = Dirty secret

Wants to rail you in the studio, and most definitely wants somebody to walk in on you two.

E = Experience

Meh, kinda. Doesn't treat you like a groupie or anything so that's good!

F = Favorite position

Doggystyle, or mating press, all time favorite of his though is cowgirl. Likes watching your face as he goes to pound town on you :P

G = Goofy

Serious about pleasing you, which he does...in a non serious way. He's just a silly dumb blonde :3

H = Hair

He's not groomed too well, I mean he likes to keep his hair short. He does however have a small happy trail.

I = Intimacy

He's rather rough with you, but if you want him to be gentle he will. If he's drunk/high, he probably won't be able to manage how rough he's going.

J = Jack off

He whacks off quite frequently, well...when he's not with you. He likes you to jack him off, he loves it so much.

K = Kink

(realistically he probably has a piss kink...that's besides the point!!) Ngl, he probably has a humiliation kink, likes to humiliate you :3

L = Location

He likes to rail you practically anywhere, but the bedroom is his favorite place, most comfortable!

M = Motivation

You talking to him dirty, loves it. Gets him hard, oh a miniskirts!? God, falls for them, would be on his knees.

N = No

Will not do any stuff to do with other disgusting bodily fluids, also won't hurt you...too badly. (Jk)

O = oral

He loves receiving, but prefers giving. He loves watching you tug at his hair and moan his name. Loves it, it's his favorite thing.

P = Pace

If he could go forever, he would. But he can't, so he'll only go for about 3-4 rounds, if he can. He is also rather rough with you.

Q = Quickie

He likes quickies before shoes, never in general.

R = Risk

He loves risking it, if he could fuck you in Nikki's bed, he would. (And make Nikki watch.)

S = Stamina

He can go about 3-4 rounds, can't go super rough for only about 2 rounds, gas to slow down after that.

T = Toys

Used to have a Fleshlight...why have that when he now has you? :0

U = Unfair

Teases you so much, but hates when you tease him, becomes super whiny.

V = Volume

He's a whiner when submissive and whimpers, when dominant he groans loudly and whimpers.

W = wildcard

Wants to have a kid with you, he's just scared bc of what happened with Skyler (r.i.p Skyler.)

X = X-ray

Alright let's see what he's got going on. He's got a rather thick cock, maybe 5 inches long though. He's not too hairy, just a small happy trail. Oh and he's got a pretty veiny cock, and the tip is a little darker than the rest. Drapes match the carpets, just a tad bit darker.

Y = Yearning

He can last a little, 3-4 rounds.

Z = Zzz

He does fall asleep pretty quick, but cleans you off quickly.

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#x reader #mick mars #80s rock #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #vince neil #tommy lee #vince neil x reader

[enterssandmans]

motley crüe x reader incorrect quotes!

Mick: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Vince: It was Y/N.

Nikki: It was Y/N.

Tommy: Y/N broke it.

Y/N:

Y/N: ...YOU PROMISED-

Mick: Anyone d-

Vince: Depressed?

Nikki: Drained?

Y/N: Dumb?

Tommy: Disliked?

Mick:-done with their work...what is wrong with you people...

Mick: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Y/N: Have everyone stand.

Vince: Bring three more chairs!

Nikki: The most important ones can sit down.

Tommy: Kill three.

Y/N: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Tommy : 'Prettiest Smile'

Nikki: 'Nicest Personality'

Mick: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Vince: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Vince: Several traffic violations.

Tommy : Three counts of resisting arrest.

Nikki: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Mick: Also, that’s not our car.

Y/N: Are you ready to commit?

Vince: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Y/N: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Mick: Mind your language!

Y/N: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Mick:

Y/N: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Y/N, pointing a camera at Nikki: There he is, our sweet baby.

Nikki, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Y/N: They don't make them like me no more. I'm the last of my kind.

Tommy: Thank god.

Y/N: Where's Vince, Nikki, and Tommy?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

Y/N: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works.

Y/N: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Tommy: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Y/N: Yes!

Nikki: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Y/N: Fuck.

Tommy: We've got to work on your cursing.

Y/N: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

(hey guys!!! it’s been a longg time but i’ve just been going through a lot and with Christmas coming up, all the stress has come down on me like a tsunami so i’ve been taking some time off my phone to myself. but i’ve got my head back in the game! don’t worry, a very special imagine is coming your way just in time for the big day next week! 😉)

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #vince neil #vince neil x reader #mick mars #mick mars x reader #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee #tommy lee x reader #incorrect quotes

[marvelobsessed134]

Smut of current Nikki sixx

The reader is his wife they are at dinner with Tommy Vince and their wives

Nikki can't keep his hands to himself pleasuring reader under the table with his fingers

As everyone is in conversation with each other Nikki and reader sneak off to the bathroom Nikki works his magic with his tongue and and bends reader over 🍆

Then walk of shame from the bathroom as Tommy and Vince start laughing and say you guys couldn't wait jump each others bones 🧡

Kinktober day 11: public sex

A/n: fuckin love Nikki it’s been awhile since I’ve written for him.

Pairings: Current!Nikki Sixx x Fem!Reader

Warnings: age gap, public sexual acts obvi, daddy kink because yes, Nikki is so damn horny for reader lol, dom!nikki, sub!reader, the other guys and wives poke fun at y’all, Tommy being Tommy and cheesy puns lol.

I’ve given up on summaries lol

You were sat at the dinner table after one of Mötleys shows for the world tour. Right now you’re in Mexico City, enjoying some good Mexican cuisine.

You felt Nikki’s hand trail up your leg towards your pussy and you froze for a minute, making sure everyone was distracted before you hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”

Your husband just laughed quietly and put a finger over his lips, silently telling you to be quiet. “Be a good girl for daddy ok?” He whispered in your ear causing you to shiver and goosebumps arise.

“O-ok.” You responded, and then Rain started talking to you. While yes, you are the youngest of the wives, you still get along great with them. So you tried your best to pay attention to your friends words when you felt the bassist move your panties out of the way and stick a finger into your tight hole.

“Mhmmm….yeah.” You said absentmindedly. Brittany chimed in, “Y/n? Girl, you ok?”

Your eyes widened when he rubbed his finger over your clit. That evil bastard he knows you can barely function when he does that.

“Oh-“ you cleared your throat, “I mean yeah I’m fine. I just don’t know if I’m gonna be able to eat anything my stomachs been upset.”

“Aw honey, do you feel like you’re gonna throw up?” Nikki asked with a facial expression telling you to say yes.

“Yeah. I think I should go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You replied quickly and felt the older man’s finger slide out of you. You quickly got up and sped walked to the bathroom.

“Im gonna go check on her. Make sure she’s ok.” Your husband said before too got up and headed towards the bathroom.

“Dude…Nikki’s gonna get some!” Tommy cheered loudly and people looked at him with furrowed brows. Brittany smacked him on the arm, “No shit, don’t need to say it to the world. But yes they’re totally fucking.”

Nikki backed you up against the locked door of the singular restroom and unzipped your dress before tugging it down. Your breasts flopping out of the satin material.

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” The bassist muttered before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples. You moaned and gasped as he nipped and bit the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, love these tits.” He muttered against you, switching sides to give the other side attention.

You threaded your fingers through his hair as you it relished in the feeling. “Fuck, daddy.”

His hand trailed back down to your clothed covered pussy and tugged your underwear down. His fingers inserted into you and you moaned. “Oh daddy, please!” You weren’t sure what you were begging for. “Yeah baby?” He teased, whispering right in your ear before nipping at your earlobe.

You sighed contently at that, “I want- I want your cock.”

“Oh yeah? You want daddys cock? I’ll give you my cock.” Nikki pulled his pants down enough so that his cock sprang out. He picked you up and you spread your legs instinctively. The raven haired man teased your entrance with his tip before inserting into you, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Holy fuck.” He breathed.

“Nikki- please move. Fuck me please.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart I will.” And he started bucking his hips into you. You moaned as he constantly hit your spot.

You clutched on his shoulders harder, nails digging into the material of his shirt. “Mmm…daddy oh my god.” You cried out as he went harder and faster.

“Quiet, we don’t want anyone out there knowing you’re being fucked like a slut now do we?” He covered your mouth as he said this and you nodded, eyes wide and watering.

Finally, you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge before clenching around his cock your vision going white for a second as that beautifully overwhelming feeling shot through your whole body.

“Mmm- mph-“ your moans and cries were muffled by his hand, and soon enough you felt him shoot his load deep inside of you.

“Oh!” You breathed in relief.

Nikki planted a sweet kiss to your lips, “So good for me.”

The two of you got cleaned up and walked back to the table like nothing happened.

Of course, Tommy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Y/n, are you feeling better?”

Your face went red for a bit before saying, “Yeah. It was just a little stomach bug.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it hit you hard.”

Oh god, Tommy knew. And if Tommy knew, everyone knew.

“Yeah, and Nikki came right after you.” Vince chimed in and Rain kicked him under the table. “Vinnie, not appropriate. She’s clearly embarrassed that we all know they had sex in the bathroom.”

“Oh god.” You said as you buried your face in your hands. The bassist rubbed your back soothingly, “Alright we get it. Everyone knows we fucked. Now let’s eat and forget this never happened. Tommy, say something again and I will kick your ass.”

“Yes sir.” The drummer responded with a mocking salute making everyone laugh.

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[gocryaboutitt]

How 'bout a little hope?

whats up guys, im back at it again, with the same character, Jess (the australian) its legit about a photo shoot lmao.

"Alright guys, i want you to at least try and act normal, especially you three" she groans while looking over at nikki, tommy and vince. "I dont need to worry about mick, considering he yells at you more than i do" she grins while leaning against the counter in the dressing room.

Mick snickers in the corner while leaning back on the sofa "yeah guys, listen to the australian that constantly sounds drunk", "wow, mick, im hurt" she says while rolling her eyes, "are you three done admiring yourselves in the mirror?" she says while looking at them through the mirror.

"its vince thats pretty much making out with himself, look at him" laughs tommy while standing behind her and leaning his head on her shoulder, "be patient, Jess, it takes time to look this good" "yeah, yeah just hurry up i have to make sure you guys are out there in" she checks her watch, "well fuck." she sighs "what?" they all ask in sync. "you guys were meant to be out there like 10 minutes ago."

"come on you lot, we've got a photo shoot to do" she grins while walking out of the room and making her accent more prominent.

As they're lead down a long corridor that splits off into different rooms, she hears them all snickering in front of her. "what the fuck are you idiots giggling about?" she questions, rather plainly. "It's nothing, sweets" grins tommy as he makes room beside him for her to stand.

"well boys" the producer claps, "and woman" he smiles, "im not sure what emotions you might be feeling but im hoping its joy and not your normal destructive selves" "listen man, no matter what you tell them, they will either get naked or break something" she says while sighing. "You never complain when we're naked for ya, jess" nikki says while smirking.

your view from here on;

"shut up, asswipe" i groan while rolling my eyes, "just go get this shit done so i can go home" i say while walking off in search of somewhere to sit.

"alright guys, just stand here and we'll have your instruments brought over" says the staff member with too much enthusiasm. As they stand in place, get given their instruments, i start to wander around until im standing over by where the photos are being taken.

im standing over by this poor staff member that looks like shes about to piss herself from giggling, i cant help but laugh at the idiots that stand before me "you guys look so fucking stupid right now" i manage to say after catching my breath.

"that's not very nice, sweetheart" pouts vince while looking straight at me, "sorry blondie it's the truth". the producer comes over and stands by me "would you like to get in a photo with them?" he asks while grinning "with those idiots, i would rather scalp myself, look at them, they look like they've never seen a camera!" i groan "well then, i think we're done here, you guys are done and should be good to go" "alright, thank you for this" i smile while holding out my hand.

"its my pleasure!" he grins while shaking my hand and walks away. "alright you idiots, lets get out of here, foods on me" i say while turning around and walk off to the dressing room, as i hear them running after me, "fuck yeah!" yells tommy as he lifts me off the ground "for fuck sakes, put me down, please!" i say as i slump into him.

"no way darlin'" grins nikki as he and tommy begin to run down the corridor, "i'm so glad i don't get motion sick, fuckin' pray for me".

well, that was fun, dont you guys think so? it sucked lmao, im so sorry to whoever reads it.

I love you guys <33

anything is welcome!

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[anaalnathrakhs]

We've had Motley Crue a/b/o classifications analysis, yes, but what about Motley Crue PACK DYNAMICS

Thank you @starry-eyed-extraterrestrial for the idea, everybody go check out the companion post

Omega Vince, three alphas: A beloved classic. His status drive possessiveness and protectivity from his bandmates. All other alphas are assholes, but then how can you blame the poor guys to be titillated by an omega living in such close quartes with them. Moral conflict central for the alphas. Is Vince one of us, or the Other?

Omega Tommy, three alphas: He's pretty open with cool people (the whole neighborhood has heard his tales of prowess, and probably the soundtrack that comes with it too). Mick is secretely a little scared of him. Vince and Nikki constantly compete to be his best friend as some kind of social proof they pull so much they can be stoic with an omega friend. Tommy just wants everyone to get along, attempts to annoy them into compliance.

Omega Mick, three alphas: The best kept secret in the whole contiguous US of A. You would NEVER guess. A master of playing it off like it's completely not him smelling like a field of flowers in bloom. The Boys tm regularly have a couch smoke sesh where they try to solve the mystery. They'd have a pinboard if they could afford it. They've never seen him doing more than standing next to an alpha (suspiciously). They know about his child support payements. They're aaaaaaaalmost sure but not quite. Gives them a lot of awkward, inexplicable boners, that they will never admit in front of each other. They'll take his secret to the grave.

Omega Nikki, three alphas: He just wants to play the goddamn bass and make a killer show, but for some reason everybody turns into a brat tamer when they speak to him. They hate to see a girl winning I guess. The other three feel legitimate to try and reel him in, to which he says fuck you and writes even more tortured poetry about. Vince doesn't like him very much, but Tommy is generally more well-meaning just a little... bone-headed about it. Mick doesn't want ANY of this bullshit to be his business and is Very Tired, but feels the fully superfluous and sadly unconstructive responsability to try and bring some fatherly authority to it. He fails to have any authority whatsoever.

All betas: Diversity wins! These assholes don't even have the excuse of biological urges! Absolute overcompensation junction. Few have made it out alive of the motley crue appartment (covered in bite marks). The younger three feel the imperious need to play up the wild, debauched imagery, and they will scramble for any opportunity. They'll sabotage each other's hookups to steal the girl. They'll get into weird pissing contests for the title of most alpha-like out of them. Of course it never crosses their minds they could've been omegas, and that's the worst insult they regularly throw each other. Mick has vowed to only fuck betas after the trouble he got up to in his youth, and it's starting to make him a little homo-threatening in the other three's eyes.

All omegas: The band straight up wouldn't exist or be on the brink of explosion because Tommy and Vince are slutting it up, living their best lives out there while Nikki is constantly fuming that these jezabels play into the reputation of omegas as minxes, sex-objects, etc. He pretends very hard to be an alpha. Under duress, he will first admit to being a lying beta. Tommy tried to play therapist once and it ended with punches thrown. Mick says absolutely nothing and they'd start wondering if he even fucking knows about the as and os and bs. Until he goes into heat, then he disappears from the surface of the earth and everyone exchanges knowing looks. One day he drops like it's nothing that he's mated with a woman from back when he was in his twenties, they have kids, a claiming bite, etc etc, Vince makes faces, and Nikki goes apoplectic on the spot. Tommy remains the sole fully mentally healthy member of the band.

All alphas: Total pig pen. They fishbowl a room with nasty unwashed alpha scent like no one else. Strangely functional among them, although competitive, but a thousand times worse for everybody else. Despite their differences, being alphas brings them together and motley crue ends up being a four-headed hydra that doesn't hesitate to share their food, so to speak. Leaving a trail of bite-claimed omegas and incredibly weird anecdotes in their wake. The younger three are a little enthralled by Mick's cool stoic experience, and they absolutely will cheer on him anytime he does something alpha-like. They're all very flippant, switching between cooperative team-players and competitive girlfriend-stealers to the tune of their hormones. They always make up in the end though. There's like, one consecutive week a year that none of them is in a rut, and the whole of L.A. breathes a sigh of relief.

Alpha Mick, three omegas: Nikki and Vince are pissed at him for existing, and they'll make sure he pays for it every day. Tommy thinks Mick is soooooo cool and tries to copy that sort of poise he sees in him. He ends up coming off as a weirdly crass pick-me, but that's okay with him, because Mick begrudgingly gives him approbation in the hopes that he'll stop. That will not happen. He doesn't give a shit about telling off the little bitches that plot against him, though. It works for a little while, but it only pisses them off more ultimately. The only thing that can bring Vince and Nikki together is asserting their places in the band facing Mick. They fuck one day. Nobody talks about it, ever.

Alpha Tommy, Omega Nikki, beta & beta: Better known as plaintiff, defendant, and the puzzled jury. Everyone thinks there SHOULD be something happening between those two, like, logically, and they reject any sliver of insinuation like the plague. Vince and Mick take turns guilting each other into being arbitrer of their routine fighting to prove to the world (and especially especially each other) that there will never be anything between them. Tommy might secretly be down for it. One day, Nikki decides to take the high road and completely stop engaging with the topic. It leads to a lot of awkward silence, Mick disappearing to his own devices, and Vince doing a whole lot of unpaid therapy (very bad quality) if he wants to keep a band that actually makes music. He gives up eventually, goes back to his own conquests, and now that nobody's looking the terror twins can get their shit together in peace. They make a pact to stop being weird. Everybody is greatly pleased that this bullshit has come to an end. Rinse and repeat every five to ten years.

Alpha Nikki & Mick, omega Tommy & Vince: The band is in a constant start of trench warfare. Tommy and Vince had known each other a little before the band, and they've instantly stuck together as soon as Vince joined, to oppose a block to Nikki's control freak tendencies. All must act like him, and if they're omegas they better keep it in their pants. Mick claims absolutely no horses in this race, but that'd sure be nice if these two annoying kids could behave. No decision can be made without a hour-long argumentative debate (screaming). They will take any opportunity to fight, including things they already agree on. Tommy gets a mate a couple years into the band's run, and it's the darling topic of trashy press for a while. The only time Vince sided with Nikki and Mick without thought.

Alpha Vince, three betas: The carrot dangling at the end of the stick. Sex sells, and betas aren't the most prized on the menu here. Vince wasn't picked only for his singing, and nobody makes a secret of it, though that's perfectly fine with him. He revels in the role he has for the band, until it comes to the creative process, the important decisions, where Nikki seems to forget who's supposed to be in charge here. He might've not been here from the start, but he's the frontman, the main draw, and he doesn't take well being relegated to a yes man. Tommy and Mick had to intervene before they got violent for real many times. Legal actions are ongoing over the ownership of certain songs.

feel free to add onto this if you have different takes, or other interesting dynamics, because im deadly curious

#this is not very shippy strangely #and probably rated M #very far from exploring all the possible combinations. just some that seemed interesting. #motley crue #motleyposting on main #headcanons #i write things sometimes #omegaverse au #poly!crue

[nyxnygma]

Can I request some fluff with a bit of angst with Nikki where the reader is related to one of the other guys??

Secrets || Nikki Sixx

[Nikki Sixx x Fem!Neil!Reader]

Summary: You were scared what her brother, Vince, will do if he found out about yours and Nikki’s arrangement so you stopped it, but it was too late

Warnings: sexual innuendos, break up, argument, ‘unrequited’ love

Masterlist

Your arms were wrapped around Nikki’s neck as you kissed him passionately, Nikki pressing his body closer to yours. You went to him that night to rid your worries but it did not help.

The thought of Vince finding out scared you, you had no idea how he would react. He asked the band not to even touch you as he was scared they would break your heart.

In truth, his fear was coming true because you started to have feelings for Nikki and you couldn’t stand not being with him properly. He still did things with groupies and knowing that whilst sleeping with him hurt you.

The man was confused when you pulled away. “You okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah but..” you look down to your hands in your lap, “I think we need to stop this arrangement.”

“What?” The look of horror in Nikki’s widened eyes worried you.

“It’s just.. I’m scared,” you put your head in your hands, “Vince is going to murder us!”

“Vince will never know,” He started to rub my back, “if we sneak around like we are doing now.”

“I don’t want to sneak around anymore, Nik,” you explain, “and I want a proper relationship with someone and I can’t find that if I’m fooling around with some rockstar!”

And with that you left for your hotel room, where you curled up in bed and cried over your unrequited love for Nikki.

However, Nikki was still sat on the sofa shocked. In the last five minutes, he had lost the woman he desired most. The reasons he never confessed his true feelings is he feared you do not reciprocate the feelings and you wouldn’t see him anymore due to the awkwardness and also he knew you both could never have a full-on relationship if you had to keep it secret.

The next morning, you were almost ready to leave to get lunch when you hear a knock on the door. You opened it to find Vince. “Wanna go get something to eat with me?” He ask walking past you to your room.

“I was about to get something anyway so sure,” you hum shutting the door, “just let me get my purse.”

Vince nodded, not without spotting something suspicious. “Y/N..”

“What is it?” You ask.

“I do believe these boots and top are too big to be yours,” his face was unreadable as he looked at the boots and ripped up black tee that belonged to Nikki. “Whose are they?”

“No one you know,” You try to play it off but failing because not many men don’t wear heels and top with their sleeves cut off.

“Oh stop lying to me!” His voice raised as he stared you down. He then stormed out the door and you followed cautiously. He arrived at the door to Nikki’s room and knocked furiously on it. Tommy opened it with his signature smile, “Hey Vince- woah what’s up with you, dude?”

Vince said nothing and physically pushed him out of his way. “Nikki you fucking sleazy bastard!” He shouts at the bassist, who was sat on the sofa with a bottle in hand. You followed your brother in.

He grabbed Nikki by his shirt and pulled him to his feet. “You fucking slept with my sister after I specifically told you not to!” He seethed.

“Look dude,” Nikki puts his hands up in surrender, “whatever was between us ended!”

“That doesn’t make betraying my trust and lying to me okay!” He shakes his head, his hands still gripped into Nikki’s top.

“Vince just stop!” I pleased.

“Yeah, dude, you need to chill,” Tommy, who was obviously drunk even though it was only 12:30pm, slurred.

“Fuck off, Tommy! This has nothing to do with you,” Vince cries. Tommy cowers back, pouting, but he didn’t leave the room as he was too invested in what was happening.

“Look man,” Nikki sighs, “I’m sorry I have been sneaking around with Y/N but the truth is, and she doesn’t even know this, I love her!”

Everyone in the room froze. Your eyes widened, “you love me?”

Nikki looked down, “yes.”

“Well shit,” Vince mutters under his breath as he let go of him, “and do you love him, Y/N?”

You nod, “yes.”

“C’mon man! Don’t stand in the way of love!” Tommy shouted.

“Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?” Vince rolled his eyes, “I guess he’s right though.”

“Really?” You blinked. Vince nodded.

“Just keep your funny business out of my sight,” he negotiates, “oh and if you ever hurt her or make her cry I will beat your ass, Sixx.”

“I won’t, Vince,” he promises as he moves to stand closer to you.

“Awww how sweet!” Tommy smiles. Vince rolled his eyes and dragged Tommy out the room.

“We’ll leave you two so you can talk,” Vince says before leaving the room.

“You love me?“ You question the man in front of you.

“Of course,” he nods. You then pull him into a deep kiss.

After that, you stated a proper relationship and over the years it turned into marriage.

#motley crue #mötley crüe #motley crue x reader #mötley crüe x reader #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #Nikki sixx fluff #Tommy lee #Vince Neil #mick mars

[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: 3.6k

Warnings: Alcohol, violence, language

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Chapter 2- The Mötley House

A few days later, you parked your truck in front of a rough looking apartment building so your brother could audition for lead singer.

Vince would never admit it, but you could tell that he was nervous if the way he kept fiddling with his hair from the passenger seat was any indication. But when you turned off the engine and pulled the key out, it was like a switch had been flipped inside of him. His nerves and anxiety vanished in a flash now replaced with his usual laid back and tough exterior, but it was just a mask. A mask you knew all too well.

"Hey, man." A familiar voice said, already opening the front door before either of you could knock. "Nikki."

Vince took Nikki's hand with a nod, "what's up, man? I'm Vince."

"Come in." Nikki stepped to the side allowing Vince to enter before he finally noticed you standing behind him and that familiar frown formed on his face. "Do you two go everywhere together or something?"

"We're a package deal, dude." Vince responded, glancing back at the other man. "You want me, she comes too." He added with a stern yet friendly tone.

Nikki looked back over at you, and you simply raised your eyebrows awaiting his response before he sighed and nodded for you to come into the apartment.

"Hey, Y/N!" Tommy called out excitedly from where he was sitting behind a drumkit.

You smiled and gave him a small wave, "hey, Drummer."

"This is Mick Mars." Nikki introduced pointing to the older guy with a guitar and you both exchanged a small nod of acknowledgement before Vince shook his hand. "You listened to the tape, right?"

Your brother nodded walking back over to Nikki who pulled out a crumbled piece of paper from his jacket pocket. He unfolded the paper holding it out for your brother to see.

"And we got you some lyrics. This is Live Wire."

"Yeah, I like this one." Vince took the paper and scanned over the lyrics with a nod of approval.

You took a seat on the small leather couch that had definitely seen better days while the guys got set up and Vince grabbed the microphone before Mick began the intro of the song and the others followed.

"Plug me in, I'm alive tonight, out on the streets again Turn me on, I'm hard to stop Something you'll never forget Take my fist Break down walls-"

The tune was all off for this kind of music. Vince wasn't used to much heavy songs like this, and these guys were clearly trying to be a rock and roll metal band.

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" You shouted, standing up from the couch and waving your hands to catch their attention.

Nikki was the first to notice and stopped playing the bass and called out for the others to all stop as well before turning to face you.

"Sorry, what?"

"It's missing something." You informed which copped you a heated glare from the bassist, but you ignored it. "Try playing it faster?"

Nikki looked ready to hit you with his bass for trying to tell him how to play music but luckily, before he could say or do anything, Mick, the usually silent man, spoke up.

"Yeah, why don't we just tune it all down a whole step so that he can..." Mick make a vague gesture at Vince and Tommy nodded in agreement.

"If you, uh, really stretch out the chorus and punch the top, man. Hit this note." Nikki instructed pointing at the lyrics on the paper before he pointed at you. "And muzzle that!"

"The fuck did you just say?!" You questioned marching towards him in sudden anger.

Nikki held his ground and stood up straighter, puffing his chest out ready for a fight before Mick began playing his guitar loudly stopping you from shouting anything else at the bass player.

Nikki smirked down at you, his face inches from yours before he took a step back and held his bass up as he started to play, putting on a dramatic performance just to piss you off and it was working.

You folded your arms across your chest and kept glaring at him before eventually returning to the old leather couch and watched them play just as Vince started to sing the lyrics. And this time, it was perfect.

It was amazing.

"You'd better turn me loose You'd better set me free 'Cause I'm hot, young, running free A little bit better than I used to be 'Cause I'm alive Live Wire!"

You had to hide the smile on your face with your hands as you watched them perform. Tommy was grinning ear to ear while he played the drums, Mick seemed to be fighting back a smile and Nikki was smirking out the corner of his mouth as he watched your brother sing.

There was no doubt about it, Vince had the job.

After the song came to an end the guys all fist bumped and high fived, cheering happily while you leant back on the couch and didn't even try hiding your smile.

These guys were damn good together.

"Well, shit. Your sister does know what she's talking about." Nikki grinned before looking over at you. "Was that better for you princess?"

"Call me that again and I'll cut your tongue off." You threatened, glaring at the man before nodding. "But yes, much better."

"She'd do it too. She once stabbed a guy at school with a fork." Tommy piped up.

You looked over at him in surprise, "how the hell do you know that?"

"The whole school knew about it!"

Nikki was still looking at you and if you weren't mistaken, you could have sworn you saw a hint of proudness in his eyes before he averted his gaze and began fiddling with his bass strap.

"The guy deserve it?" Mick asked curiously.

"He grabbed my ass in the cafeteria. Yes, he deserved it."

Mick nodded in approval, "good job, kid."

"Whoa, when the fuck did this happen?" Vince questioned in absolute shock. "Where was I?"

"You were still suspended for selling porno pictures between class." You answered causing Vince to smirk at the memory.

Neither of you had much money as kids and your father sure as hell never provided any, so you and Vince would steal stuff from the warehouses downtown and sell them on street corners for cash. Vince even found a porno magazine one day and used to rip pages out and bring them to school and sell them for a quarter each. He got through about 60 pages before the principle busted another student with a photo and the kid ratted Vince out as the seller.

Tommy snorted in amusement, and you knew for a fact that he was one of the kids that Vince sold some pages too and was thinking back to that day a couple years ago.

Nikki gave Vince some different lyrics and you sat back watching them jam out a few more songs and before you knew it, you were sitting around the table later that night with some drinks while the guys tried to decide on a name for their new band.

Tommy had dragged over a couple kitchen chairs to put around the coffee table. You sat back in your usual spot on the couch, Vince and Tommy either side of you while you kicked your boots up on the coffee table that was covered in scattered pieces of paper with Nikki's handwriting scribbled all over.

"So here's my theory, okay? If we want to knock people on their asses, then we've gotta give them a show." Nikki began to ramble. "The punks, they're doing the minimalist thing, so let's take it in the exact opposite direction. I'm talking a stadium show in clubs, man. Like costumes and lights and-"

"Pyro. Flames and shit!" Tommy added, holding a can of hairspray up before spraying it in front of his lighter. "Explosions!"

"Exactly." Nikki pointed at him with a grin. "Look, it's a fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before."

"So what do we call this thing?" Vince asked, resting his boots on the coffee table beside yours.

"Where is it? Here." Nikki said, grabbing the notepad in front of him before he began flipping through the torn pages. "You know, it's all about being, like, fucking larger than life."

He finally found the page he was after and held it up for you all to see with raised eyebrows.

"Xmass?" Vince read off the paper as you stared at the word and pentagram drawn above it.

The pentagram was cool, but the name just didn't feel right.

"On a scale of one to ten, that gets a 1.9." Mick informed causing the other guys to chuckle softly and you hid your own laugh behind your beer as you took a sip.

"It's a play on Christmas. You can use all the Christ imagery and shit. It'll piss people off and make people think, you know. It's got shock value."

"I'm shocked by how much it blows." Mick commented and this time you couldn’t hide your laughter.

Nikki sighed, dropping the notepad.

"Alright, assholes. You give it a shot, but fucking make it big!"

The guys all picked up pieces of paper from the coffee table and began scribbling down words while you reached for your beer and took another drink watching and waiting.

Tommy began snickering softly from beside you and one glance down at the paper in his lap had you rolling your eyes at his childishness.

"What have you got Tommy?" Nikki asked, but by the tone of his voice it was clear he knew it wouldn't be good.

Tommy grinned holding up his paper for the others to see the words and horrible drawing he added. Vince cracked up laughing from beside you while Mick remained silent with his arms folded across his chest unamused by the young guy’s jokes.

"The Fourskins? Really, Tommy?" Nikki asked, but he couldn’t help but laugh either.

"Yeah. 'Cause we're gonna fuck the audience in the face every night, dude!"

"Yeah." Nikki sighed, shaking his head. "But can you see that shit on the marquee above the Forum?"

Tommy winced, "okay, you're right. I'm out."

He dropped the notepad and leant back against the couch beside you, his shoulder now brushing against yours from the movement, but he didn't shift away and neither did you.

"Come on, Mick. You've gotta do better than that." Nikki said, glancing over at the older man who nodded before turning his piece of paper around.

'Motley Crew'

"I've been waiting a long time for this day."

Nikki nodded taking the paper before grabbing his pen and altering a few things on the title before he held it up for you guys to see.

'Mötley Crüe’

You glanced down at the several empty Löwenbräu beer bottles on the coffee table before looking back at the corrections Nikki made and smirked knowing where he got the idea of using umlauts.

It was an out of the box idea and you loved it.

It would give the band some uniqueness that no other band had with their name. It was fucking genius.

-

A week later, you and Vince moved in with Nikki and Tommy.

The Mötley House, they had named it.

It was a small three-bedroom apartment on Clark Street that was just 50 steps from the Whiskey A Go-Go. Mick was staying with his girlfriend in Manhattan Beach but would visit the apartment frequently.

Nikki had already claimed the main bedroom as his own, Tommy in the other leaving you and Vince to share the last room. It wasn't like you hadn't shared bedrooms before. Up until you were 10, you had a shared bunkbed and would annoy the shit out of each other every night.

Vince would constantly move around on the top bunk, shaking the entire bedframe. You'd retaliate by kicking his mattress from below which would then result in him throwing pillows down at you, so you'd pull his blankets off. It would just go around in circles like that every night.

The bunkbed was a horrible idea and despite all the fights it caused, you both loved it.

Although now that you were older and the bunkbed was two crappy mattresses on the floor of a small bedroom, you didn't love it. But it was 1981 and everyone was broke. At least it was a step-up from the back of your truck. A very small step-up, but still a step-up, nonetheless.

In the front main room of the house sat one leather couch and a stereo that Tommys parents had gifted him for Christmas. The kitchen was a total mess. There were only three plates and a couple pieces of cutlery and if you wanted to use the oven, you had to turn it on to the maximum for a good 10 minutes to kill the bugs inside before cooking.

You couldn't afford pesticides, so the boys decided whenever the roaches on the walls needed exterminating they'd take hair spray, hold a lighter to the nozzle and torch the bugs. Of course, they could afford (or afford to steal) important things like hair spray.

The bathroom made the kitchen look immaculate in comparison. It looked as though they had never cleaned the toilet, ever. And you didn't even want to think about the biohazard that was the shower.

So, with Tommy's help, you stole a bunch of cleaning supplies from the grocery store down the street and you deep cleaned everything. The guys all made jokes about you being their new live-in maid which you flipped them off for but continued cleaning because you were not going to deal with only using the tiny seeable part in the corner of the mirror to do your hair and makeup because the rest of the mirror was stained black from Nikkis hair dye.

Once the apartment was deep cleaned, the guys were ordered to keep it that way. But that didn't last. Although, they did try. You had to give them credit for that.

Every night after the guys played the Whisky, half the crowd would come back to the Mötley House and drink and do blow, smack and whatever else they could get for free. You stuck to alcohol knowing all too well how dangerous drugs were and didn't want to touch them with a ten-foot pole.

Whenever the guys weren't performing, you'd help them walk the circuit -the Whiskey, the Roxy, and the Troubadour- nailing posters four at a time on each wall and lamppost. If another band had one poster on a wall, Mötley Crüe had to have four: that was Nikki's rule.

Their first show, however, didn't start off fantastically.

The guys were so nervous and so unorganised. They didn't even know what songs or what order they were going to be playing things in until Nikki wrote down a list two minutes before the show and taped it to the back of a speaker for them all to see.

After helping Vince and Tommy with their eyeliner and trying to calm the bands nerves, you left the boys to get ready in the dressing room alone figuring they'd want a few minutes together without you around.

So, you made your way through the decent sized crowd and stood off to the front left of the crowd by the stage wanting to be out the way but be able to see the performance and it wasn't long before the guys walked onto the stage.

Vince was wearing his new and stupidly expensive white leather pants, but his new girlfriend had bought them, so you didn't comment about the price. Tommy wore a tight sleeveless black shirt and even tighter dark pants while Mick wore his usual leather jacket and leather pants. Nikki however, shocked you with his bold choice of clothing. Red laced sleeveless shirt with tight black leather pants put together with thigh high red boots that matched his shirt and tied the outfit together surprisingly well.

That look with his hair, eyeliner and warpaint of two stripes on either cheekbone was way too attractive and you forced yourself to look away from him.

"Alright! We're Mötley Crüe!" Vince shouted into the microphone just as Tommy knocked over the cymbal causing it to crash to the ground loudly.

A few members of the crowd laughed and began booing. And you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from shouting something at them.

Vince and Nikki turned to glare at Tommy while he frantically tried to stand it back up while Mick rolled his eyes. Your heart went out for Tommy knowing how nervous he already was and how much worse that accident would make him feel.

"Come on, boys. Let's rock this hole!" Vince said into the microphone once Tommy was situated back behind his drums and a second later, they all began to play the intro of Take Me to the Top.

The crowd continued to boo them and before your brother could even start singing the first lyric some big asshole shouted, "who's the chick singer?" before proceeding to hock a loogy that landed on Vinces white leather pants.

Oh, that was a mistake.

Without even thinking, your brother leapt off the stage and tried to punch him, but the bigger man got the upper hand and punched him across the jaw hard. The force of the hit sent your brother back against the stage and the man took a step forward to punch him again.

Not happening.

"Don’t fucking touch him!" You yelled, rushing the short distance to the stranger before grabbing his arm stopping him from taking another swing.

The man turned to you, his face red with anger before he yanked his arm from your grasp easily, but you swiftly kicked him in the nuts before he could do anything.

"That's your only warning." You snarled, watching him clutch his groin before you went to take a step towards Vince to see if he was okay, but the big man suddenly grabbed your shoulder and the next thing you knew, you were falling to the dirty, sticky floor of the club.

Your lip was now split, blood trickling down your chin from the punch the bigger man had laid you out with. You looked around in confusion and that's when you saw the man marching towards you but before he could do anything else, Nikki suddenly swung his white Thunderbird bass over his head and cracked it down like a mallet over the guy's shoulder.

Then all hell broke loose.

Tommy leapt off the stage and started throwing punches. Vince was now back on his feet joining in. Nikki with his tall red boots were kicking people's ass while Mick cracked one man with a kick to the jaw before he began to play a few strings on the guitar and watch the hectic fight unfold.

The bouncers and security were quick to step in and eventually broke the fighting apart. They escorted some out the venue leaving the three guys standing in the middle of the room breathing heavily.

The remaining crowded stared at the band with wide eyes not expecting a full-on brawl to erupt within 20 seconds of the first song.

Slowly, you got to your feet while holding onto the stage to steady yourself as you scanned the crowd unsure what was going to happen next.

Vince was suddenly by your side, his hand on your shoulder while his eyes frantically scanned your body for injuries before landing on your split lip and a cloud of anger washed over him.

"I'm good." You quickly reassured, grabbing his hand on your shoulder trying to ground him. "Vin, look at me. I'm good, I swear."

He gritted his teeth trying to control his anger but was very quickly losing the battle.

"Fuck yeah! Mötley Crüe!" Someone from the crowd suddenly cheered.

That snapped your brother's attention away from you and you silently thanked that single fan for the distraction because the anger and rage brewing inside of Vince began to subside before the rest of the crowd began cheering and clapping for the band.

The guys all stood there speechless, and you grinned before elbowing Vince gently.

"Get back up there and give them a show." You encouraged nodding towards the stage.

Your brother glanced back over at you, his eyes instantly flicking down to the blood on your chin, and you could see the question and hesitation in his eyes.

"I've had worse. Get your ass up there."

That seemed to do the trick because he simply nodded and jumped back up onto the stage, Nikki and Tommy following suit before they got right back into Take Me to the Top and this time, the crowd loved it.

Vince kept looking over at you during the show, his big brother protectiveness still there but you just smiled back at him to show that you were fine, because you were. It was just a small cut, and like you said, you have definitely had worse, and he knew it too.

So, you cheered and sung with the crowd and eventually Vince stopped worrying, but you didn't miss Nikki and Tommy occasionally glancing in your direction. Nikki's expression was a little harder to read, he was good at keeping his face fairly blank when he wanted too. But even from behind the drums you could see Tommys beautiful brown eyes filled with concern every time he looked at you. 

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