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Of Love and a Bullet

Title: Of Love and a Bullet

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: You wanted to surprise your fiancee Nikki while he was shooting the video for Looks That Kill, but you were the one to get a surprise and not too happy about it.

A/N: This happens after the events of the Fight Gone Wrong HC, where the reader gets shot protecting Nikki.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Infidelity, Some blood, Smut

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After you got out of the hospital from the gunshot wound to your shoulder, you couldn't get Nikki to leave you alone for a minute. It was like he never wanted you out of arms reach. He didn't you knew that, since the night the fight broke out in the apartment during one of their parties and some asshole pulled a gun on Nikki, but you took the bullet for him. You didn't need to think-you took your place in between your man and the gun. It hurt like a bitch and you needed surgery to stop the bleeding and get stabilized, which went off without a hitch. You told them to keep the bullet in, the wound looking worse than it actually was. It was perfectly lodged in the bone doing no other harm to you. You wanted it to be a reminder of your love for your then boyfriend, now fiancee.

As soon as you got the all clear from a doctor that you were able to resume normal activity with no restrictions, Nikki had gently pulled you into your room with him and planted sweet, loving kisses on your neck, stopping only a moment at your collarbone where the bullet was still stuck inside the bone. A brief look of shame and despair came across his face for only the quickest of moments before he kissed that spot too, giving it more attention than any other place. "Jesus, Nikki we just walked in the door!" you laughed, him looking into your eyes with an unfamiliar seriousness.

"I almost lost you that day" he whispered in a tone only a lover could accomplish "I'm not gonna let anything like that happen to you ever again..." he slowly sank down to his knees, taking your pants and panties with him. A flush of desire washed over you as he helped you out of your clothes-there was still a soreness when doing some things like extending the affected arm above a certain level.

He didn't mind helping you dress and undress at all, not that you were complaining. It usually lead to gentle loving sex that you enjoyed with Nikki- be it in the bed, the shower, the laundry room of the apartment complex or anywhere else you two had fucked. It was always best for you when you went slow, every move meticulously and tenderly calculated. Sure every now and again you two just had a rough quickie wherever you were and you enjoyed that too, but that kind of sex felt like a means to an end in your eyes.

After the fight, he was so much more attentive to your needs. Though most of the time you reminded him that you were more than capable of handling yourself, he insisted on helping you with the most mundane things. He even helped you clean the apartment, to which the other guys relentlessly teased him about.

Back in the here and now, Nikki currently had you against the wall with his head in between your thighs. you had one leg over his shoulder, letting out small noises of ecstasy as he licked your folds. "Keep making those adorable sounds, baby" he moaned into your glistening cunt "they only make me all the more horny" you could see his cock hardening in his too tight leather pants, the outline of it making you wetter.

"Take out that fucking dick and stroke yourself baby" you said "I don't want to be the only one getting pleasured. He pulled back to undo his fly and whip it out, then using one hand to jerk himself off and the other holding your leg in place as he continued to eat you out.

"Oh fuck baby, you taste so good" he used the flat surface of his tongue to lick you vertically, switching his tongue movements to zig zag and then using the very tip, began to circle the clit. You loved this, grabbing a handful of his hair and pushing his head closer to your core. You were at your limit when he pulled away and stood up.

"What?" you panted, more than a little annoyed that he didn't let you finish. Without a word, he took off his pants and threw them on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread eagle as his penis was so hard it was against his belly. You knew what he wanted and were more than happy to oblige. You didn't want to cum just yet anyway and you used this opportunity to calm down.

You knew from experience what he liked, so you went to work. You first teased the slit with your tongue, then licked up and down the shaft while cupping his balls. He let out a few low, deep throated growls, then a soft gasp as you took him into your mouth. "Shit" he let his head fall back as you started bobbing your head on him. His fingers became tangled in your hair, his moans getting louder. He was getting close, he felt it and he stopped you.

"You okay, Nikki?" you asked, catching your breath. You were concerned now, he NEVER stopped you when you were blowing him.

"Yeah" he sighed deeply "I just don't want to cum yet, and I was about to..." he stood you both up and began gently kissing your lips. His hands snaked up your shirt and brushed his thumbs against your nipples. "They're so hard already..." he commented, helping you take off your shirt to expose your black lacy bra. He trailed kisses down to your cleavage and undid the front clasp with his teeth.

"There's my dirty fucker I fell in love with!" you laughed, him hoisting you up and laying you on the bed. He was kneeling over top of you, he tore his shirt off so the both of you were naked before each other.

"Damn right, Y/N" he chuckled before taking a more authoritative tone "Get on your hands and knees, woman" this was a turn on for you, so you did as you were told. He quickly reached into his pillowcase (where he kept his condoms) and rolled one on himself. With a single hard thrust he was inside you, you let out a squeak but quickly adjusted to his length and girth. "You ready?" he asked.

You looked back at him with those bedroom eyes and said "Please baby..." in a whiny tone. He started out a slow steady rhythm, your walls gently squeezing him and the wetness allowing for easy movement.

"Oh God you feel so good" he complimented, giving your ass a squeeze "like this pussy was made especially for me..." he gradually quickened his pace, taking note of any discomfort from you.

"That's cause it was" you answered, you having to hold onto the head board for dear life as his thrusts became rougher and quicker. You soon couldn't form coherent words anymore, mainly a string of swears and praising the father, son and holy ghost.

When the both of you were about to release, he pulled your body to his. "Cum with me, Y/N" you didn't have time to answer, his lips and tongue were occupying yours. One hand was rubbing your clit while the other tightly gripped your tit, pinching the nipple. You let each other's moans get caught in your mouths and finally that high you'd been chasing crashed into you, drowning you in the most excellent of ways.

You two stayed in that position for a minute or two, just catching your breath and enjoying the other's company. You turned your head to meet his, and kissed him sweetly. Afterward, you rested your forehead against his and said softly to him "I love you, Nikki" he caressed your cheek before his reply.

"I love you too, Y/N" you felt him pull out and take off the filled condom, tossing it out the window.

"That's just nasty" you wrinkled your face in disgust "but I still love you anyway" you opened your arms to him for post sex cuddles. You were sweaty and smelly from your romp, but that didn't matter. You were with the man you loved, and who loved you back.

He chuckled and spooned with you, him being the big spoon. "Wanna get married?" he asked out of the blue.

You turned to him and looked in his eyes "Are you asking a rhetorical question or are you asking me to marry you?"

"I'm proposing to you, goofball" he laughed, then grew serious "Do you wanna marry me?"

"Yes, Sixx" you answered "I'll marry you" he grinned bigger than ever and planted gentle kisses on your face.

"I can't get you a ring just yet" he said sheepishly "but once Motley Crue makes it, I'll get you the biggest ring money can buy" you took his face in both your hand so you could see eye to eye with him.

"I don't care about a silly ring" you told him truthfully "Just so long as I have your love, it's all I ever need" you would have been happy just getting matching tattoos on your ring finger with him as a sign of your feelings for him.

"You got it, babe" he chuckled into a final kiss before nodding off to sleep.

That was three years ago. Motley had made it big and they were getting all these events like in stores, photo shoots, interviews for magazines and other things. You didn't mind at first, but when you started seeing less and less of him it got on your nerves. They soon started touring with Ozzy, and you'd visit whenever you could-you did have a life too. Cleaning your and Nikki's house all day wasn't very appealing.

They were shooting for the Looks That Kill video when you decided to visit your fiancee at the studio. You had made a small picnic lunch for the two of you with a bottle of Jack Daniels. You had met Doc in the green room and exchanged pleasantries. He then showed you to Nikki's dressing room, but judging from the sounds coming from inside, you could tell he was already in another lady's company.

You felt sick to your stomach and excused yourself to the bathroom. As you were walking away, you heard the door open and Doc say "Tommy wants to introduce you to his parents. I see you already met his girlfriend..." you vomited into the toilet and began to softly cry to yourself.

You went back home and packed your things. You put them by the door and ordered a taxi for fifteen minutes after Nikki said he'd be home. You waited, but he never showed up, called or anything. You couldn't do this anymore. You called Doc to ask where Nikki was and asked the driver to take you there and wait for you to come out.

Of course he was in a titty bar with his band. Where else would he be? You took a deep breath, the switchblade you always carried with you tucked into your pocket. You knew how to hold your own in a fight-that's what attracted Nikki to you in the first place. When you saw him motor boating a topless dancer, you felt the beginning of your rage boil up.

You walked up to the table and threw the keys to the house on it. They all jumped at the sound, Nikki more annoyed than anything else "Y/N, what the fuck?!"

"Just giving back the keys to your house. I'm leaving you" you turned to walk away when you felt him roughly grab your arm.

"The hell you are!" he spat at you. You could smell the JD on his breath and you just knew he was on some drug. "Go back to the house and wait for me there!"

You were not about to let him talk to you like that. You had never taken that shit from anyone else, so why on earth would you take it from him? "No, Nikki" you ripped your arm from him, anger taking over as it often did in situations like this. The music and dancing had stopped to stare at the spectacle unfolding before them. Nikki was getting embarrassed, you could see it and you didn't care "I am NOT about to wait for you while you're out here fucking Tommy's girlfriend!"

"What?!" Tommy looked at Nikki "Did you fuck my fiancee, dude?!"

"Oh yeah Tommy" you answered for him, then right after he gave your sweet mother a hug while smelling like sex and booze!"

With three forces of nature brewing into a mega storm, Vince and Mick had the good sense to take refuge in the bathroom. They knew better than to get in between a fight like this. Nikki stared at you in disbelief, then said "What about you?! I've heard that you were out and fucking anyone who asked!"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Your pupils had taken over your eyes, and in that moment even Nikki in his inebriated state knew he stepped too far. "You're really questioning MY loyalty? Honestly?" your voice became really low and dangerous. You reached into your pocket and took out the blade.

"Babe, just calm down and we can-" Nikki started but you slashed his cheek with just the tip of the blade. Then you did the same to the other for good measure. Everyone in the room was too scared to move, waiting to see what you were going to do.

"MY loyalty" you poked the blade into your collarbone and wiggled it around a little. The onlookers watched in total horror as you grunted and a small, silver bullet popped into your hand. "My loyalty" you said again "is in that fuckin' bullet I took for you. Not every basic bitch is willing to do that for anyone, Nikki. Goodbye" you turned your back to him and started walking away.

In a last, pathetic attempt to get the last word Nikki said "I thought you loved me, Y/N!"

You wanted to say so many things to that statement, but the one that came out was the most truthful "I did. But I love myself even more than that to let you treat me like shit. Grow the fuck up, Sixx and maybe you'll be someone worth a woman's time" you walked back to the waiting cab and drove off to be anywhere but here.

Tommy looked at Nikki for a long time before saying "You fucking asshole! Y/N is a good woman! She never woulda hurt you the way you did her! Hell, if any woman took a literal bullet for me, I would have married her the moment she got out of surgery!"

Nikki was stone cold silent, knowing he'd completely fucked up most possibly one of the best things in his life. "You know what?" Tommy said "Fuck you, Nikki. You never deserved her" he left go back to his own house to sober up.

Vince and Mick had left out the kitchen door, not wanting to get caught up in the ruckus. Nikki just stayed at the titty bar, nursing his Jack Daniels and sulking. "I'm such an idiot..." he played with the bloodied bullet in his fingers, just now realizing what he'd lost. "God Fucking Damn It, Nikki..."

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