#vince neil fanfic

[sunsetsixx]

lace & silk

a/n: this is a beyond random post for me here at sunsetsixx hq but as a journalism major & previous owner of a multifandom writing blog i guess i was bound to return to my roots at some point ! this isnt me becoming a writing blog, instead just a one-off fic of an idea thats been floating around in my brain for the last 2 weeks that came to fruition in a google doc at 2am. i dont know if theres even an audience for this besides me & maybe like 3 other people in my notifs so enjoy if you wanna & pls dont judge my out of practice writing too much <3

pairing: current!vince neil x fem!reader

word count: 2315

warnings: smutty dialogue, light (?) smut, mentions of tommy & brittany getting it on lmfao, a highly unrealistic take on the behind the scenes of the stadium tour that was necessary for the plot

“Can you fuckin’ believe we’re already halfway through this tour?” Brittany asked, shaking her head as the two of us walked back to where the buses were parked. “I swear to God we just hopped on that plane to Atlanta like yesterday.”

“Seriously.” I nodded in agreement. “Time has flown.” 

“It’s been a crazy ride. Like so fun.” 

“If I’m being honest though, it’s really not as chaotic as I thought it would be.”

“Really? What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know…I guess it’s just different actually living the modern day reality. We’ve heard and read all these insane stories of them in the 80s but obviously life just isn’t like that anymore.” I let out a short laugh. “No real backstage shenanigans…it’s funny to see how much they’ve mellowed out over the years.”

“Girl you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with shenanigans. My husband thinks it’s funny to light shit on fire with hairspray every five seconds. There’s literally never a dull moment in that dressing room.” 

“I don’t know if I’m jealous or not.” I said laughing. “We keep it pretty chill in ours. Mainly just me helping with his outfit and hair. Lots of Fiji water and listening to Sammy Hagar’s solo stuff as ‘pump up’ music.” I explained as Brittany laughed this time. 

By this point in the conversation, we had made it to tonight’s stadium’s back parking lot where our temporary homes were located. All of the buses were set up in a line with the lights on, as if ready to drive off at any minute. But from the looks of Brittany’s face, and the absence of our men, we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Hold up.” She said, a look of disbelief gracing her features. 

“What?” I asked, laughing in confusion. 

“You’re telling me that you and Vince Neil haven’t fucked in your dressing room this entire time?” 

My mind began to rewind as many shows back as it could remember, but nothing of the sort stood out. I shook my head at her. “No. Just in the hotels and a couple times on the bus…” I trailed off as my gaze wandered over to the vehicle in question, all kinds of memories from the first week flooding back when Vince so romantically suggested “breaking in the new place” with multiple rounds on multiple surfaces. 

“(y/n)! What are you even doing? You’re a tour wife man, you gotta act like it!” She joked, lightly hitting my arm with her bag. 

“I don’t know! I guess it just always gets too busy back there, especially with all the meet and greets and photoshoots and filming…I never wanted to tire him out before the show or whatever. I haven’t even thought about it too much.”

“The rushing around is what makes it so good though. Tommy & I were like rabbits back in St. Louis. I don’t know what was in that water but shit got crazy.” 

I nodded, thinking about everything my best friend was saying. “You might be right, Britt. Truly what am I doing if not the lead singer in the sleaziest band to walk this earth backstage? It’s a disgrace to their reputation, honestly.” I said, shaking my head. 

“There you go!” She laughed. “Just because they’re getting older doesn’t mean we are too. We gotta keep them on their toes babe.” 

“You always do make a good point Ms. Furlan-Lee.” I replied, and the two of us broke out into laughter. We stood outside scrolling through our phones and judging each other’s Instagram feeds for a few more minutes before we were finally joined by the men of the hour. 

“Goodnight guys! See you on the next!” Nikki’s slightly raspy post-show voice called out. He was walking up with Courtney and a sleeping Ruby in tow on the way to their bus as well. 

“See you dude!” An unmistakable voice yelled back, followed by the appearance of the lankiest guy of the bunch, still somehow with a single drumstick in hand. 

Finally I caught a glimpse of my specific man of the hour, who had traded in the bright red glitter and leathers of his stage costume for a pair of camo shorts and a black tank top. His signature chain hung around his neck and for some reason he was also still adorning sunglasses at 1:30 in the morning. 

“There you are.” I said smiling as he walked up. 

“Hey lovey.” He said, wrapping me in a hug and pressing a short kiss to the top of my head. 

“You tired?” I asked, still in his arms. 

“Yeah I could sleep. Fuckin’ awesome show though. I still can’t believe how many people are actually showing up.” 

I scoffed at his words. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. This is literally the tour of the century. People are gonna be showing up for you guys forever.” 

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Hopefully.” 

He gave my back a quick rub before motioning for us to get on our bus so we could start off to the next city. As we got ready for bed, my conversation with Brittany played over and over in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. 

I just said it too– this is the tour of the fucking century. I need to start treating it like that for myself and my man. Tomorrow is a new day full of new experiences and new ideas and new desires. A million possible ways I could go about what I wanted to do swirled around in my brain, but as I settled under the covers of our shared bed in the back room, a lightbulb moment was had. 

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The next night began like every other after we arrived at the latest stadium and got everything settled. Crüe was closing the show tonight, which meant we all had more time to hang backstage. We were currently in an in-between period between Poison and Def Leppard, meaning there was about two hours until Crüe’s set. Vince was mostly ready to go, and was over in someone else’s room with the rest of the guys in the band hanging out and doing whatever other pre-show rituals they all partake in these days. 

I was in his dressing room, putting last night’s ideas into action. I was nervous for a million different reasons; nervous he’d shun me off if there wasn’t enough time, nervous he’d think I was trying to act like some groupie on the Girls Girls Girls tour, nervous the idea my brain had conjured up was overstepping or I’d get in trouble with their stylist somehow. Lots of nerves. I just hoped Brittany’s advice was right to take for Vince and me. 

After connecting my phone to the speaker and turning some music up decently loud, I began the action steps of my plan. I grabbed my tote bag and wandered into the bathroom. I took off the ripped blue jeans and tank top I had been sporting all day and opted for something more…(well technically, less) appropriate. I had dug out one of my red teddies from my luggage on the bus, a lacey number I knew was one of Vince’s favorites, and slipped it on in place of my clothes. I touched up my makeup that had begun to flake off over the course of the day, and ran a brush through my hair. 

Once satisfied, I walked back out into the now much more noticeably cold air of the dressing room for the main operation. 

There on a silver rack hung Vinnie’s most prized possession this tour– a floor length, silk piece of art hand painted with Japanese symbols in reds, golds, and royal blue covering the back. I ran my hands down the oversized sleeves as it hung there, looking like something that should’ve been in the MOMA rather than trekking around dingy baseball stadium hallways being diligently followed by a short woman with a portable steamer. 

It had been almost a month of The Stadium Tour and I hadn’t dared to touch it, especially not after seeing how pissed off Vince got when someone (still a mystery who) stole his original show pants from backstage. Tonight was different though. I needed it to help me with the fantasy I had dreamed up after a middle-of-the-night conversation in a parking lot in Cleveland with my best friend. 

I took a deep breath before carefully taking it off the hanger and placing it on me. My smaller frame was of course drowning in it, since the length and size was custom made for Vince. I tiptoed over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall, careful not to drag too much of it on the floor. 

My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of myself. Bright red lace hugging my hips and chest perfectly, (the bodysuit had been a gift from Vince last Christmas, something that actually was custom made for my body’s measurements), with the iconic Wild Side performance look draped over my shoulders. I felt expensive– high class even, and now understood why Vince was always on such a high between the opening song and Shout at the Devil. This piece was enough to make anyone’s ego go through the roof. 

I tied the kimono up in the front to conceal what lay underneath and took a deep breath before walking back over to sit on one of the couches. My back was facing the door, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined when he came back in, which after seeing the clock turn to 6:39pm, realized should be almost any minute now. 

I smoothed my hair over a few more times with my hand and picked at some stray nail polish that had chipped off onto my cuticles. My mind wandered to the endless amount of reactions he could have at the sight of me until they weren’t just fantasies anymore, but the real thing. 

It took everything in me not to jump off the couch like some sort of rabid animal in anticipation when I heard the doorknob turn and the heavy door creak open. 

“Hey baby, have you see my kim–” 

The sentence died in his throat as I rose from the couch in the very article of clothing he was asking about not a second before. I smiled innocently up at him as his wide eyes looked me up and down. 

I walked toward him, making a show of my bare legs peeking through the soft fabric with every stride forward. He bit his bottom lip when I placed my hands in his. 

“This what you were looking for?” I offered, officially setting the backstage plan into motion. 

“Oh yeah…” He trailed off, letting go of one of my hands so he could twirl me around. “Look at you baby doll.” 

“I got you a present.” I said softly, after a moment. His eyebrows raised when I didn’t continue. Finally I walked backward a couple steps and held my arms out so the kimono’s tie was on display. “You have to unwrap it.” 

He practically pounced on me the second the words exited my mouth. He pulled the silk fabric gently and the loose knot fell, allowing a glimpse of what was underneath to show through.

“You fuckin’ tease.” He said in a low voice, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. The plan was working. 

His hand graced my shoulder as he pushed one arm of the robe off so it draped down my back. “You want something tonight, huh sugar?” He asked, pressing a short kiss to the underside of my jaw. My eyes fluttered closed at the touches, almost completely abandoning the act then and there. I did my best to stay strong. 

“Don’t you have a show in an hour?” I teased, taking a small step back. 

His face dropped. “Don’t you start. Those fuckers can wait.” 

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried towards the couch. He laid me down so my head was on the armrest as he hovered over me. I ran my hands up his tattooed arms as his lips pressed down onto mine. 

He ran his hands over the red lace that clung to my skin and massaged my soft flesh underneath. The couch was beyond uncomfortable, but I found I didn’t care at all when Vince was touching me like this. 

As we made out, his right hand snaked around my back to undo the thin fabric and pull it down my body. I started to slide the kimono off my shoulders to give him more access as well. 

“No.” He said and put his hand on my arm. “Leave it on. My girl wants to play dirty tonight, right?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought. You want me to fuck you in this then wear it onstage in front of 40,000 people…is that it?” He whispered.

Any and all facade of confidence and calmness I previously had completely melted away at his words. Just the thought of him putting it back on later after these less than wholesome activities to go sing in front of a stadium full of unsuspecting fans had me shuddering in anticipation. He started kissing down my jaw and neck again until he reached my heaving chest. 

“God I love these tits.” He spoke softly. “Especially when they’re filling out this outfit.” He trailed his hand over the kimono once again, down my curves until he reached the part of me dripping with need. 

“You’re lucky I got an extra one of these baby…because you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

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Married at First Sight Chapter One

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This season on Married at First Sight we’re just in Hollywood California, our singles are a bit different from prior years. Though they are still looking for love and their forever partners, this year our grooms are a little more well known from prior years. Our brides will be marrying some of the biggest names on the Sunset Strip but though they may know the men in name they will still be marrying a stranger.

Tommy is sitting in front of a camera, he’s biting his nails because he’s uncomfortable with this whole thing and vaguely wondering why he agreed to this concept of marrying someone who he didn’t know. When the band was first approached with this Mick had tried to tell them all this was a bad idea and not not do this but Vince was asking about TV time and Nikki was asking about the way they were matched he was persuaded to join. WIth most of the band seeming okay with it Tommy had joined in, ready to start his journey.

“Hey, I’m Tommy Lee, drummer for Motley Crue.” He flashed his smile, “I’m 27 years old and I’m looking to get an old lady to settle down with. I’ve been touring with the band and having all these once in a lifetime experiences but have been missing that once in a lifetime love.” The producer asked him a question off camera that would be cut out and he laughed, “I’m actually a pretty normal guy. I think what I look forward to most in a marriage is having someone to cook with. I’ve cooked like twice in my kitchen and it would be really cool to have someone to do that with. I’m a decent cook and I’d love to marry someone who has a passion for cooking too.”

Tommy was done with the interview, his stomach knotting as he thought about how he was going to have to break the news to his parents about this marriage. They hadn't really recovered from his divorce yet and his mother still gave him looks as if she was reminding him marriage was forever. He did feel better knowing Nikki and Vince were doing this with him. At least he’d have some support in all this chaos.

Nikki slid into the seat, making small talk and sending smiles to the crew around him. He was forever a people pleaser and easy to make friends with everyone around him. He was excited about this opportunity of marrying a stranger. His birthday was in a couple months and he was going to be 31. He expected at that age to be a dad with a home and a wife who he loved and who loved him. He had just gotten sober the past year. Going to clinics and working in treatment. He had become his best self and was afraid if he had to keep living a life where he had failed before he would slide back again.

“I’m Nikki Sixx. I'm 31 and the bassist for a Motley Crue.” He was flirting with the camera, feeling suddenly self conscious of himself but wanting to try to make some sort of good impression, “I want to be married at first sight because I love traveling and it would be so fun to have someone to share that with. Make memories with the love of my life and have a photo album to look back on when we’re old with all of our adventures. I’ve worked a lot on myself the last year so that I can be the husband someone deserves. In a marriage I want to be the best possible person. I think getting married is a once in a lifetime event and I want that once in a lifetime girl.” He felt like he was being too honest and open but he did feel like that.

He was thinking about how many girls he had slept with. How many pretty stranger’s had he had in bed with him? What was the chance that the stranger he was going to marry could be one of the girls that he never called back? His heart thundered and he gulped water down. Wondering why he gave such a shit to so many women and knowing he wouldn’t make that mistake with his wife. He wanted a love story like his grandparents, a legacy of love. That was what he wanted more than anything in his life.

He would work for his marriage, no matter what.

Vince wanted to be married at first sight because he loved love. And he thought he had the face that deserved to be on TV broadcasted all over for people to see him. Tommy and Nikki were the more loved guys and they saw him as using this as a chance for free press but Vince also wanted to meet his Cinderella and give her a fairytale.

“I’m the Vince Neil. Lead singer and the good looks of Motley Crue.” He flashed his megawatt smile, his tan skin looking as good as he felt. “As a hopeless romantic I think that getting married at first sight is right for me. The idea of the experts picking the perfect partner just-“ he blew out like his head was going to explode, “I don’t always make the best decision when it comes to love. I don’t always think with my right head. I just see someone and get crazy for them. I believe in soulmates and forever and that’s a big deal for me. Marriage is…a lot. I’ve made mistakes when I was younger but I’m 28 and I know now how to work though that. I’m ready for my forever.”

As he spoke forever his palms got sweaty and he rubbed them on his ripped denim, heart thundering as he suddenly realized just how serious marriage was. He was thinking past just the superficial worry of what if he wasn’t attracted to his wife and moving into the real territory of fear of what if he didn’t get along with her. Vince didn’t like think the sinking feeling in his gut as he thought about what could go wrong.

This was probably one of the dumbest ideas Izzy had ever been talked into. When the band had all been invited to the audition Axl had wanted to be in it so badly. When he and Steven hadn’t been found matched Izzy, Duff, and Slash were all matched. This led to some brutal tantrums from the lead singer and the more frustrated he got the more commuter to the idea Izzy was. Plus, he liked the experts and found the questions in the interview process beyond superficial. He didn’t love it when they checked out his home and he felt judged by the raised eyebrows over overflowing ashtrays or the clothes he needed to bring to the laundromat but didn’t have time.

“My name is Izzy Stradlin. I play guitar in Guns N Roses.” He didn’t want to be on camera. That was the biggest downfall of this entire mess. A relationship was hard enough without strangers poking into it and filming it. The cameras would be the worst part and he was well aware of how much he was going to struggle with not having privacy in something he found to be a very private matter, “I want to get married at first sight because I am finally at a point in my life where I’ve accomplished my dreams and I’d love to be able to share good news with someone who isn’t my mother.” he took a drag of his cigarette, walking away from the camera before they told him he was done.

Izzy was worried the person he was going to be married to would be a fan of the attention. It made him sick to his stomach to think that someone might be doing this for the wrong reasons and marrying for TV time and not love. Izzy was better in a caring relationship, he knew that was stupid but it was also true. He thought better, wrote more, and was overall a more well rounded person when he had a partner at his side. He didn’t have the highest hopes for all of this but he would take his marriage seriously. This stranger was going to be his wife. His responsibility. And he felt a lot of pressure to make it work with her.

Duff was breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth to stop the anxiety attack that was making his chest tight with nerves. He was going to pass out. When he was told they had found him a match he had laughed and hugged the professionals; he was on camera. But as soon as they told him they needed to get a short clip of him introducing himself and explaining why he was doing Married at First SIght he said he just needed to go to the bathroom and he’d be right out for it. But now he was on the floor of the bathroom, trying to pretend like he wasn’t crying. This was a big deal. This was his perfect partner, the person he was going to spend his life with. He had one failed marriage under his belt and he didn’t want to add another. He wanted to give whoever this stranger was his best self but he wasn’t sure that he could really do that and it scared the hell out of him.

What if he wasn’t good enough? What if music was the only love that he had time for in his life? That was something that was a real possibility and Duff was so horrified by that idea. What if she wanted kids? Could he be a dad, a good dad and not just some sperm donor who had kids he saw one weekend every month? He felt light headed and like he was going to puke as he over thought all of this. He hadn’t expected to be matched. He was sure Steven and Axl would be but not him. Now he had to go through with this feeling like he wasn’t good enough the whole time.

“I’m Duff McKagan and I play bass for Guns N Roses.” Duff lit a cigarette and tried to calm down enough to get through this interview. He needed to keep his shit together for a few minutes so that he didn’t ruin this. “I want to find the love of my life just to do ordinary things with. It’s so hard coming home and there being no one there with me. Having someone to tell about my day, to call when I’m on the road and just hear their voice and feel like I’m home even when I’m not. To have a partner where we can support and push each other to be better people. That is what I want. Love is a big word and it gets used so easily but I want to find that forever love with my person. And I think marrying a stranger is the best chance I have of finding that magic four letter word.” Duff let his heart speak, even as it beat 1000 beats an hour, at least he knew that he was speaking his truth about everything.

Slash ran his fingers through his hair, wondering when the last time he conditioned it was and trying to remember if he had conditioner at home. When he had a wife she would always make sure there was some conditioner at home. She would sit behind him in the tub and wash his hair to make sure he didn’t leave the house looking like a scuzzball. He would have a wife who took care of him and supported his dreams, who would love him and he would love her. He needed a wife who was patient and kind to balance out his mood swings and inability to remember things. But he would bring a lot to the partnership, he was caring and great at learning a love language. He believed in physical touch healing and even though he was in a band he was a secret homebody so he would make time for his partner.

“I’m the guitarist from Guns N Roses. Everyone calls me Slash.”  He had his tophat on because that was his signature look and the producers insisted it would look good on camera. He also kept sunglasses pushed over his eyes so no one could see how freaked out he was about everything. He wanted to look back on this as a success and the first step of that was to not embarrass his future wife, “I love movie nights in bed and look forward to showing my future wife my VHS collection, hopefully adding some of her favorites in there as well. I want to marry a stranger because I am terrible at picking the person for me and I think this is the only shot I have of not f-” the interview was cut as he went to swear, “I think this is the only shot I have of a real marriage that can span a lifetime.” he was saying.

But as Slash walked outside, ready to head home and tell his friends and family he was about to get married he was worried what they would think. Would they all think that he wasn’t ready for such a big commitment? He was a screw up for so long and now he was going to have this epic adventure of love with someone. He hoped it would be a good epic and not an epic fail.

Next time on Married at First sight, we meet the brides and get to hear how some of the friends and families reacted to the news that our singles are soon to be Newlyweds.

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[niksixx]

His Vows to You

Pairing: Vince Neil x Reader 

Description: His vows to you on your wedding day

A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.

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Sharing my life with you has been a dream of mine since the day I first laid eyes on you. Four years later, you’re making that dream a reality. You’re my love, my comfort, my home in human form. I’m the man I am today because of you and your love. As your husband, I promise to always choose you. I will laugh with you, cry with you, take care of you, go on adventures with you, grow with you, and love you. I give you my heart today and everyday.

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[robocoplesb]

Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3

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

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

Request;

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

Thankies!! ^^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"— such a beautiful little thing..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“— needing some attention, right, princess?”

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

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[marvelobsessed134]

Random ass blurb inspired by this sexy picture

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, age gap (not specified but Nikki is older than reader)

Nikki had you on top of the washing machine as he ate you out, his tongue running in between your slick folds. You gripped his hair, slightly tugging on it as he continued to eat you out.

“Taste s’good baby.” The bassist moaned. One thing Nikki loves is to taste you, eat you till you’re shivering and shaking and can’t take it anymore. He likes to hold you down to stop you from squirming.

“Oh Nikki-“

“That’s not my name right now.” His tone was commanding, dark.

“Sorry, daddy. Feels so good.”

“Yeah? I know it does baby.” The bassist spoke as his mouth was against your cunt, sending vibrations through out your body.

“Daddy- I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Go ahead and cum for daddy baby.” And you did just that, releasing your juices all over his face. The older man groaned at the feeling, rolling his eyes back.

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

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

Or

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

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

Word Count: 3.1k

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

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

Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you guys want from Vince?"

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

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

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

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

"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"

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

Tommy Lee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can try."

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

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

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

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

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

"Who's we?"

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

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

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

"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.

-

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

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

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

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

Seriously, what did they want from Vince?

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

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

"Shitty name."

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

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

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

"And who the fuck are you?"

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

"Nikki Sixx."

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

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

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

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

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

"He's in. I think."

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

Nah, Vince wasn't in.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't afford a gun."

"I can steal you one." He suggested.

"Please don't."

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

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

"Nah, her dad wasn't home."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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A/N:

So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[munsons-melody]

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

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[skinomyteethh]

₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘ skinomyteeth introduction!

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

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

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

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[duffslut]

Faking tears

Nikki Sixx x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 630

Warnings: Smut! Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Degradation Kink, Dacryphilia Kink etc. Minors Dni.

- Do you want it? - Nikki asked, moving his hips and making his hard cock dangle in front of your face.

- Yeah. - You said in a whimper.

- Then ask for it. - He said.

- Give me the dick, dada. - You said in a sly voice, leaning forward hoping to finally get what you wanted.

Nikki let out a laugh that made your body shiver and approached you, he held his dick in one of his hands and hit your face with it while laughing at you.

- What a dumb little whore. - He said in a low voice, watching as you kept your mouth open waiting for him to shove his dick down your throat. - You look so pretty for daddy like that.

- Here. - Nikki gently placed the tip of his cock on your lips. - Slow down baby, daddy doesn't want to hurt your little mouth. - He said, putting his dick in and out of your mouth repeatedly.

You kissed his hard, juicy cock, it felt like a dream to finally have his thick pink cock in your mouth, his orders for you to take it slow didn't work, because minutes later you already had his dick so deep in your throat you could barely breathe, you interspersed between his balls and his cock, smearing everything with your drool.

Nikki wrapped his veiny hands around your neck and squeezed your skin as he forced his cock deep into your throat, your eyes rolled back as your mouth was fucked hard.

- Come here. - Nikki commanded, groping your tits and squeezing your nipples while you walked still a bit bewildered to the bed.

He lay down on the bed and put his arms behind his head.

- Do your job doll. - He said, you already know what to do. - Just like daddy taught you.

You straddled Nikki, rubbing your luscious pussy on his cock without letting him penetrate you, your hips moving back and forth quickly, the tip of his dick oozed a clear, sticky liquid and you rubbed it across his abdomen, scratching his sweaty skin with your fingernails while riding on his lap.

You lost control of your body a few seconds later when the feel of your pussy rubbing from balls to tip of Nikki's cock was enough to make you delirious, you closed your eyes and leaned your spine back, moaning more and more uncontrollably, rubbing your body against his harder and harder, your blood was boiling, the pressure in your body was so much that you didn't even hear what Nikki was saying, your moans were too loud you couldn't even listen to him.

- Don't come yet... No... Don't you dare. - It was the few words you heard during your ecstasy, but it was too late, as your ride got slower, your cum spread throughout the length of Nikki's dick.

Your orgasm was so strong that you had tears coming out of your eyes, one of the things that only happened when you fucked with Nikki. You leaned your body forward for comfort, bringing your bare chest together with Nikki's.

Nikki stroked your hair for a few seconds while you had your face buried in his shoulder, but it didn't last long until he showed his dissatisfaction with you. Nikki's caress in your hair started to get more aggressive until he pulled your hair all the way, forcing you to lift your head.

- Shame on you Y/n. - He said seriously, still with his hand holding your hair. - I'll give a real reason for these fake tears.

As soon as Nikki finished talking, you felt his cock being fully penetrated inside you, the startle made you feel a twinge of pain, but Nikki couldn't care less, he thrust inside you mercilessly, making you sob and beg him to slow down.

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[th3-wh0le-c1rcus]

Teach me how to play | Tommy Lee

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

TYPE ~ oneshot 

READER ~ fem

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I was just bored” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-“ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s great, want me to get u-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Psh, so weak” Mick scoffed.

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

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

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

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[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (1)

✶ Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: This story will contain scenes of drug/alcohol use, sexual content, mentions of death, overdose, physical and emotional abuse. Please read at your own risk. I do not own rights to Motley Crue or any other famous person mentioned. Portions of this story will be pulled from Motley's book and film The Dirt as well as The Heroin Diaries. There will be parts that are complete fiction as well.

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Author's note: Hello everybody! It's been a while since I thought about this story but now I want to bring it back to life. I think I rewatched The Dirt about 20 times in the past couple of days (Thanks snowstorm!) and i've been thinking about this story and all the other amazing Crue stories that are on Tumblr. So, with that being said - I have decided to rewrite Keep it to Yourself. I went back and read the original version and I want to revamp it in a way. I've changed a couple things and I hope to make it better than before. If you were tagged in the original version, I went ahead and just tagged you for this new update. If you would like to be removed, just let me know and I will take you off. If you aren't a part of the taglist and would like to be, just let me know and I will get you added. I hope you enjoy the new and improved Keep it to Yourself!

“Bryant –“ He paused. “I know I’m probably the last voice you wanna hear on your answering machine, but I desperately need your help right now.” A breathy sigh blew through the speaker. “I’m at my wits end and I have no idea what to do with him.”

I stared at the device – my hand curled against my mouth as his words flowed through my living room. “The drugs are constant – he’s high 24/7 – Half the time I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead when I get into his room. It’s not just him – they’re all fucked – but he’s the only one with one foot in the casket.”

How he got my number remained a mystery. They made him millions of dollars – more money than the man could even count – yet he was calling me about his issue. From the beginning, I told him that it would only get worse. The guy had issues way before he formed Motley – way before the money and fame came into the picture. Sure - he dabbled in drugs before hitting peak stardom, but the money was there, and he was a kid in a candy store.

“I know the two of you ended on such a sour note, but I feel like you’re the only one that can truly help him get out of this fucking mess. He needs you – I – we all need you, Bryant.” He went on to leave the number to the hotel they were staying at for the night. Begging one last time for my help. I must’ve played the damn message 10 times – each time making my anger rise. Doc was the one who let it get to this point – he fueled the fire when it should’ve been sprayed out years ago. He pushed the drugs in their direction – Nikki was always a step ahead though. He attracted the slime that had the harder, faster drugs. The drugs that would make him feel nothing when in reality his whole fucking world was crumbling down…

I continued to move the spoon around the cup, the sugar long dissolved by now. I was so lost in my own thought – Doc’s words swirling around in my brain.

“You’re thinking about going, aren’t you?” The brunette in front of me asked. “I know that look and that look tells me that you’re giving in.”

Hannah Hastings was the first person I met when I moved to South Carolina. She was an event planner – a free spirit in a Dynasty like world. She would spend hours on my couch, a bottle of wine being shared, as I spilled my entire life story into her lap. She knew all about my history with Nikki – how we met – our marriage – and the demise of our relationship.

I let out a sigh, “I don’t wanna go but something’s telling me that if I don’t –“ I paused. “If I don’t go, he’s gonna end up dead and then I’ll be blaming myself. At least if I go and say I tried and I don’t succeed, I won’t beat myself up if something does happen to him. Like – It’s not even a matter of if – it’s a matter of when.”  

“He was such an asshole though, Bryant. The man was toxic to you-“She reached across the table taking my hand in hers. “I don’t want to see you get hurt or worse. You know how drug addicts are – he could get violent and not even realize it until it’s too late.”

During the three years we were together, he never laid a hand on me. I was the one who had the heavy touch. Sure, we had awful arguments that pushed me to the point of slapping and pushing him away, but he always stormed off before touching me. The drugs at the time weren’t as hardcore as they are now though. I could walk in his house and come back out with a bullet hole this time. Hannah was right – drugs fucked with people’s brain – I’m sure Nikki was already there.

“Are you gonna tell Wyatt?”

I slumped back in my seat at the thought of telling my Uncle Wyatt. To say he hated Nikki would be an understatement. He warned me from the beginning that Nikki Sixx would be nothing but trouble, but I didn’t listen. He was used to guys like Nikki – being a kid from the wrong side of the tracks himself. He made a promise that he would do everything he could to protect me from men like Nikki. We only had each other and when Nikki came into the picture, the worst type of thoughts ran through his head. He knew what guys like Nikki did to girls like me – innocent until proven insane. It happened to my mother – her infatuation sending her straight to the grave.

“I figured I would just call him when I got to California-“Her eyes growing large. “You know so he can’t talk me out of it or worse come and get me.”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You know I love you and I’ll support you in any way –“I felt a “but” coming along. “But –“She smiled. “This is one decision I’m very wary about, Bryant.”

I felt the same way. I had multiple scenarios playing like film reels over and over in my head. Some pretty good while others resembled horror movies. Even I knew that Nikki’s reaction to seeing me would not be a good one. He broke my heart, and I broke his even worse. Besides the band, I was his only true constant. He barely had any family – his grandparents living states away – not even aware of their grandson’s antics. Sure, the art of touring and going to different states brought about groupies and so-called friends but he didn’t have anyone to call or return home to. I was that person for him.

“You and me both, sister…”

I waited for the line to connect – the operator being nice enough to connect me straight to his room. Doc and I didn’t really have a relationship. He was Motley’s manager and at the time I was just a wife. I was glad the guys had him at first – their success was growing like a wildfire but that was because of their drive for stardom – Doc was just there lending a helping hand. He was extremely pissed when I ended things with Nikki. His own mouth spewing curse words my way once Nikki was served with divorce papers.

It makes the band look bad when a member gets divorced.

Nikki refuses to get out of bed and it’s all your fucking fault.

Girls all over the world would stay with Nikki no matter what – cheating, drugs – Learn to turn a blind eye.

“Hello?” I sat straighter as Doc’s voice sounded – my thoughts suddenly escaping me. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” My voice cracking. “I – uh – I got your message.”

“Oh, thank God, Bryant.” He sounded relieved. “I was worried that I would miss your call –“He paused. “Or if you would even call at all.”

I stayed silent – not really up for conversation.

“Listen, I know this is a bit of a tall ask, but I really do need your help. Nikki – hell all the guys for that matter – are ticking fucking time bombs. Nikki’s clock is etching closer to midnight ever second the fucker breaths – and I pray every night that he’s still doing so. He’s high ever second of every day. He shoots up when he wakes and right before he passes out for the night. I have no idea what he’s even taking anymore. Shooting up, snorting, smoking – he’s the walking picture of Nancy Reagan’s campaign.”

My grip on the phone tightened as he spoke – realizing that he was more far gone than thought.

“I need you to come out here and help us deal with him. I think Doug and Fred can deal with the other three, but we can’t get through to Nikki. Fuck, it’s not even Nikki anymore that we’re dealing with. He’s so mean and terrible to be around. His moods go from zero to sixty – it’s even worse when he’s coming down. Poor Tommy’s getting married, and I can’t even imagine Nikki standing up there with him when he’s high off his ass. You’re the only one that I think can get through to him – he still loves you, Bryant.”

He still loves you, Bryant.

Maybe the old version of Nikki was still in love, but I can assure you the drugged-up version was only in love with his high. That was Doc’s way of trying to lure me in – telling me that Nikki still loved and cared about me. I still loved and cared for the guy too – the Nikki I met at a 7-Eleven almost 6 years ago. Pre-Motley Crue – before the fame, drugs, egos, and women.

“I’ll pay for your ticket out here and everything if you agree, Bryant.” He stressed. “I’m desperate – he’s gonna die if we don’t do something.”

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. It was a constant battle with my head and my heart. My brain was yelling at me to tell Doc to fuck off, but my heart couldn’t deal with the thought of Nikki no longer being here. “You think seeing me will snap him out of this spiral?”

“I think seeing you will probably piss him off more but at least I know you’ll be there and have the chance to stop him.”

My brows furrowed at his comment, “You’re making it sound like I’m gonna be with him at all times?”

His silence confirming my question. “You can’t expect me to stay in the same house, hotel room, or wherever with Nikki –“

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do, Bryant.” He cut me off. “I need that man to have constant surveillance – can’t put a bodyguard in there with him. He needs to have someone that he’s familiar with – someone that’s gonna remain sober and not give into his advances.”

“Then why don’t you stay with him then?” My attitude starting to come out.

“I’d end up killing him and then all of this would be for nothing.”

I shook my head as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I could hear Doc’s voice as he continued to talk. “Listen-“ I spoke up, cutting his sentence off. “I will come out there but I’m only there for a week. Once that week is up, whether he’s getting help or not, I’m going back home.”

“That’s not gonna work, Bryant.” He huffed. “He gets more fucked up when he’s out on the road than he does at home. These fuckers waiting in back alleys and backstage – knowing that he’s looking to score – that’s where I need you the most.

I’d been on tour with Motley when they were first getting their feet wet. I watched as they performed their first gig at the Starwood and then when they were opening for bigger acts like Ozzy. Going on tour with four men – the four Motley men was not for the faint of heart. I saw more body parts than I cared to see. Drugs, alcohol, and women were being pushed in their direction – more so as their popularity grew than before. Nikki and I shared a bunk and even that got old after a while. Living with four men for months on end would cause any woman to eventually lose it. Nikki and I were constantly fighting. Hell, I was fighting with everyone, even Mick at times. This was their dream, and it was my absolute living hell.

“I don’t th-“

“What do I need to do so you will say yes? Walk on water – swallow arsenic? Please, Bryant. I have never been so desperate in all of my life.” His voice wavering. “You were in love with this man at one point – I believe you may still love him. Just remember the reason why you fell in love with Nikki and do it for that reason."

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MAFS Chapter 6

A/N: Got two more people down the aisle

It's all or nothing

Tonight on Married at First Sight, it’s two more weddings and two more people committing to forever. We’ll see two couples who will be saying ‘I do’ forever with a stranger. Will this be the start of a happily ever after or the biggest mistake of their lives? Find out tonight.

Matilde leaned her head against her dad's shoulder, trying to get some of his calm energy as he stood beside her, waiting to walk his girl down the aisle. He looked at her, shaking his head softly, knowing what a stubborn person she was.

“You’ve never brought a guy home, are you sure you’re ready for the next step and marry someone you don’t know?” he asked the question softly so not to embarrass her but Matilde looked up at him, her smile infectious as her had to smile down at her, shaking his head as he gave into the girl like he had a million times before, “If this was anyone but you Matilde I wouldn’t trust their decision but you, my dear, you’re so full of love that you’ll make a wonderful wife to this man.” he patted her arm, standing a bit taller as he looked ahead, knowing he was about to hand his daughter off to a man he never got to meet.

He had imagined his daughter marrying a man who had come hung out in their backyard during the summers, someone who he had shaken hands with and looked in his eyes to see if he was a good person, a man who he had conversations with and watched footfall on Sunday’s, hopefully rooting for the right team and if he didn’t hopefully being able to take a joke. A stranger was a big leap from that but at the end of the day all he cared about was the beautiful smile of Matilde’s staying on her face and lighting up a room with her radiance. Her father didn’t want to pressure anyone into making a marriage work but he wanted to take a second tonight to speak to her husband and let him know her smile better be there at the end of the time, even if he wasn’t with her.

“You look so serious, papa.” he looked at her, the way she stared up at him with the confidence and joy only she could have jumping into a new life like this, “I’m getting married, this is a happy day.” She was so sure of herself that he had no choice but to believe in the process as much as her.

Matilde was thinking of her adventure book. How she was paired with someone who wanted her to explore and experience the world, how much it excited her that her partner valued this. With all her formal education she could understand people's emotions but it was really her family who had taught her the core things that would make her relationship successful and that was what she was looking forward to bringing into the relationship.  

The starting of the harp sounds began as Comptine d’un autre ete: L’apres-midi began. Mathilde exhaled softly, one foot coming out of her gown to reveal the ruby high heel she was wearing. Though she had gone for a traditional wedding look she still wanted little pops of who she was coming out. Her father was beside her, gently tugging along and reminded at how his daughter's strong personality lends itself well to this situation. How she was brave as she moved forward through the doors that were pulled open, half the room filled with her friends and family while the other half had strangers.

Mathilde could feel her heart beating as she looked at the guests, her mothers warm smile and the obnoxious way her friends were giving her thumbs up like they were her little league baseball coach made it all seem more intense. But what really made her heart pump was when she raised her eyes to see her groom waiting for her at the altar.

His blonde hair and shy smile as he looked at her, the way that when their eyes met his cheeks turned just the slightest bit of red. He looked towards his family and friends who all could see the clear attraction he was already feeling. Duff had gotten one look at his wife to be and wondered how he had hit the lottery. The pretty blonde girl seemed to be picked out of a magazine and sent down the aisle. She was as perfect as a cake topper bride and she was going to be his Mrs. McKagan. But aside from just the obvious beauty of Mathilde there was this calm, self assurance about her.

As soon as she stood across from him, after Duff had shaken her fathers hand and reached to shake hers to introduce himself he knew he was hooked.

“I’m Mathilde.” she confirmed after he had said his name, “Are you ready to be my husband?” she asked in a teased voice that had a few people laughing. Duff was smiling, glad that she was the partner that would be taking on the adventure with him.

Being in her presence calmed down the tall blonde man. He felt like he could breathe out and the usual crippling anxiety he would feel in a situation like this was dissipating as he looked down at his bride. She wasn’t afraid to look at him, her cherry red lips parting in a smile when he would smile at her, their hands together in a way that shouldn’t feel natural but it felt good and fresh, safe.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Duff whispered as everyone was seated, the compliment making her beam. There was nothing worse than someone wanting to say something but being afraid to say it. Duff feeding her a compliment made Mathilde feel better. If he could talk to her, a stranger now, it would be good for their relationship when they had to talk about more important things. It gave her hope that they’d be able to build a strong communication.

Mathilde was attracted to the blonde bassist from Guns N Roses. She knew who he was and had seen the band live a few weeks back. She had been surprised to see him at the end of the aisle but she was in no way upset about it. She also could see that Duff’s family was here supporting him and she knew that someone wouldn’t bring their family into something like this if it was only meant to be a publicity stunt.

So at first sight Mathilde was quite happy with her husband.

“I do.” Mathilde said, smiling at the way Duff had to wipe his wet palm on his dress pants, how he apologized so softly as he slid the ring on her finger with a shaky hand. His nerves were cute, real and not fake. And Mathilde liked the realness of him.

She held both his hands in hers, looking at him as he smiled at her.

“You are now husband and wife. You can seal your matrimony with a kiss.” Mathilde could see he was worried about the kiss, that he was a good boy and didn’t want to do anything that was wrong.

But lucky for Duff, Mathilde was a big girl and knew what she wanted.

Her hand raised from his, slowly weaving into the blonde locks as she pulled him down and pressed their lips together in their first kiss. His mouth was slightly open, shocked as she kissed him in three intimate soft kisses that had his eyes fluttering like butterfly wings and his stomach knotted in excitement. His wife watched him, smiling at him before turning to their families who were clapping for them, excited for their future.

But not as excited as they were.

Vince could feel all the eyes on him. The way he stood at the altar, strangers on his right as he was thinking about how he should introduce himself to them. He carefully moved over to where her friends were all sitting, whispering as they looked up at Vince. It was clear they knew who he was and part of him liked that they knew, and hoped that it would make a few things a bit easier in his life if his wife understood he was  lead singer in a rock n roll band from the start. But part of him worried that she would judge him off the bat for being a lead singer in a rock n roll band.

“I’m Vince.” the girls all gave each other giggling looks, he had stated the obvious there.

“We know who you are. Your bride is going to probably have a heart attack. She’s a big fan of Motley.” the pretty brunette warned him.

“Pft, she is going to try and play it so cool though. She isn’t going to make you feel like she’s a fangirl but she is.” the blonde speaking with interrupted by laughing at the end as the third girl looked at Vince.

“She has a poster of you over her bed.” Vince felt his cheeks pinken at the comment and the girl all smiled, shaking their heads and hushing each other to calm themselves down. He appreciated that they were getting composure, taking a breath as they paused and looked at him now.

“No, she’s really excited about getting married at first sight. She’s a hopeless romantic and…I actually think you guys will get along really well.” Vince watched the way that they all solemnly nodded their heads at this in agreement that the mystery bride and Vince would be a good pick.

Something about the way they got serious made him realize that they trusted their friend and the fact that she was doing this for the right reason. The way her friends had faith in her gave Vince the ability to have blind faith in this whole situation.

He thanked the girls, headed back up to the altar, knowing it was almost time to marry his bride. Vince had noticed the absence of her family in the front row. He wasn’t sure if there was no family, if they weren’t supported, or if this whole marriage at first sight thing and TV cameras had scared them away, like it had his own. Vince could understand how scary this must be for parents. Having their kids grow up and go off with someone who they didn’t know. He would be terrified. But he also wanted to meet her family and show them that he was a good person, that he was doing this for the right reasons, that he wanted to fall in love with one person and have his fairytale happily ever after. He trusted this process.

The opening chords to the traditional bridal march. Vince watched, heart hammering as the bridesmaids started coming down the aisle. He felt his hands making wet, nervous fists as he tried to look past the elegantly dressed women, craving a look at his bride.

But when he saw her his breath caught and he found himself forgetting how to breathe. Vince had been with plenty of people, beautiful women all over the world. But his bride…wow…she blew them all out of the water.

She looked up at him, the hint of recognition on her face a quick flutter that if he hadn't been searching for it wouldn’t have noticed. She shimmered, the diamond tennis bracelet he had gifted her on her wrist as she held the red roses in her hands. There was something about her that seemed romantic and Vince had his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped forward, as she handed her bouquet to a bridesmaid and took his hand.

“You’re absolutely stunning.” the way her cheeks pinkened as she walked up the few steps with him, “I’m Vince.” he introduced himself despite knowing it wasn’t necessary.

“I’m Maria.” Vince didn’t know what to do in this situation, it was so strange and different than what he had ever imagined his wedding day to be. Granted, he had pictured he would end up getting married in The Little White church in Vegas while in a drunken stupor. But this, this was so much better.

He raised Maria’s hand, the flutter of a kiss on her knuckles as she looked at him, her eyes watching his movements as she thought to herself that this was everything that she had wanted and then some.

The ceremony was easy, Vince seemed to be okay, maybe used to the attention and there was something about the way he was able to take a lot of the eyes off her that Maria liked. She felt like they were a Barbie and Ken doll together, this perfect pair that looked the part of husband and wife, they would play at it and live in their dreamhouse.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Vince was sliding the band on her finger. The ring was three rows of small diamonds that gleamed on her finger and Maria slightly dizzy from the sparkle. Vince leaned in, “If you don’t like it we can get another.” But she was shaking her head, then looking at him as she realized he had used ‘we’ so easily, already connecting them together.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

Maria let Vince take her in his arms, his hand on her back as he bent her slightly back as their lips came together in their first kiss. It was warm against him, his lips two soft pillows against hers as she leaned into him, enjoying the way it felt to be in his arms. How it felt to be Mrs. Vince Neil Wharton.

He leaned her back on her feet, taking her hand in his with ease and holding it up as they faced all their friends who would be celebrating with them. Maria felt good, damn good about all of this and she just knew Vince would make her feel better.

“Let's go pop some champagne and talk for a bit.” Vince whispered, leading her down the aisle, taking a right and moving through the doors to where a balcony was set up for them. Instead of letting go of his wife as soon as they got outside Vince held her hand up, moving to spin her in a slow circle, his eyes going up and down as he took in her image, “You really are the most breathtaking bride and I’m the luckiest damn man in the world.” The cameras weren’t set up outside yet and Maria loved how at this moment they were having alone he was giving her this attention and boosting her confidence.

As soon as Maria saw who her husband was she was very aware it was the singer from her favorite band. But instead of hyperventilating over it she had decided that he was still a stranger, no matter how many articles she had read about him in magazines. Which was good for Vince that she wasn’t basing him on what she read about him but more of what he showed her and who he truly was.

“For you.” he handed her a champagne flute, bubbling with cool crisp liquid, picking up one for himself. He looked at his new wife, thinking about how they had so much to look forward to and to toast to. This was a big step for both of them, “Lets cheers to us, Mr and Mrs. Wharton, for taking a step into forever with a stranger. Hopefully we can laugh at this on our 50th year anniversary and talk about how we were a pair of crazy kids who hadn’t an idea of how truly fabulous marriage could be.” Vince spoke prettily and Maria felt herself liking him more with how romantic he was being.

But as they sipped their champagne the cameras started setting up and she looked at them, slightly uneasy for a second before Vince put his hand on top of hers. He was looking t her, serious with his brown eyes comforting.

“I know it’s going to be strange to have cameras following us everywhere but I think we should really try to be as authentic as possible. It’s hard knowing you’re under a microscope but how about we make a plan now so if we’re ever feeling overwhelmed with filming or need a break we know we have a time to dish it out together?” Maria softened even more for him then.

The fact Vince could tell how she was hesitating to the fiming and thinking ahead made her know that she had made the right choice taking this leap of faith.

“Only if we can have ice cream hour where we destress over a pint of ice cream.” Vince smiled, all his teeth showing as she said this, nodding his head.

“I can’t wait to try all your favorite flavors.” And he meant it. Vince was very excited to learn more about his wife. To find out what her favorite ice cream was, to see what she was like on a day to day basis, to see what sort of partyer she was.

There was so much to learn and he was looking forward to learning it all.

Duff helf Mathilde sit down, shifting her dress out of the way so that she had room as they sat in the close confines of the loveseat outside. It was a nice day in October, one of the warm days before it got too cool in LA and the couple sat, quiet and almost shy with each other as they enjoyed the sparkle of daylight fading.

“Are you from LA?” Duff asked, trying to make conversation but it was a strange idea. Having to talk to a stranger who now was his wife and find out the very basic information he would normally get while dating someone on his wedding day.

It felt a bit backwards and confusing, both things which stressed Duff out and triggered his fraught anxiety. He was so afraid of slipping up and messing things up before they even got a chance to start. But Mathilde looked at him, swallowing her sip of champagne as the camera filmed the newlyweds.

“I came out here for school. I’m studying to be a psychologist right now. My family is pretty close though so we try to get together at least once a month with someone in the family. We meet places if we can’t all get together and do little trips, which has been really fun.” she paused and looked at Duff, “I know about your band. I’ve heard songs and listened to them but I’m not a crazy super fan. So are you from LA or somewhere else?” Duff was thankful she had broken the ice about his band, he had worried about talking about that. Especially one camera.

The idea of floundering for how to explain what he did for a living as a rockstar and having people all over the country watch him make an ass out of himself wasn’t what Duff considered to be a good time. IN fact he would chalk that up as the stuff of his nightmares.  

“I’m from Seattle. My family flew down for the wedding and since we’re all on the same coastline we do try to get together sometimes. I’m not so good about it but I do call my mom every Sunday. My family is important to me but I think sometimes I forget that.” Duff admitted and Mathilde liked his candid honesty.

They each took a sip of champagne, Mathilde wondering if he didn’t mention being in the band on purpose or if it had slipped his mind. She had wanted to clear the air about it and she was worried now that Duff hadn’t realized her intention.

“But yeah, I’m in a band so I am busy and travel doing that. We’re not scheduled for a tour for at least a year but sometimes we get together to throw around ideas for songs or we have interviews and shit we have to do. I’ll have a lot of time for this marriage though. I don’t want you to feel like you’ll be abandoned or anything like that because that’s not what I want to happen or make you feel.” Mathilde liked how he was thinking realistically and how he was dedicating time to this.

Duff came across as shy, nervous but very open and honest. Mathilde was very good at reading people and could see that he struggled with saying too much, that he was worried about how he came across and she wanted to put some pressure off him.

Afterall she had been his wife for all of ten minutes, it was time to step up.

She took his hand in hers, squeezing it softly to let him know she wa shere with him. The small gesture was enough for Duff to grin like he had just been given the ham bone on a holiday. He was so cute when he smiled and Mathilde wanted to kiss him again at that moment.

“We have time to figure things out, Duff. Maybe not a lot in this experiment but after it we have infinite time to see what we want. Don’t feel like you have to explain yourself to me with your job. I’m busy with school so I understand what following your dream can cost you. We can take our time and figure out all the details  together, okay?” she was smiling at him again and Duff was thinking that he had just hit the jackpot with his wife.  

He leaned forward, shy and unsure, the small little head nod that Mathilde have him giving him the confidence to kiss his wife again. It was just a soft kiss, quick enough that it didn’t seem like a lot but to the couple they were already starting to drown in each other. Though they could already tell there would be some sense of bond between them.

The cameras rolled as Duff pulled away from his wife, his thumb reaching up to swipe up at the red lipstick around her lips, perfecting the cut of color on her lips. Mathilde looking up into his eyes as she smiled at him, feeling better with each second of their wedding day.

“Sorry to interrupt you guys but can we have you go do your pictures?” the pair of them looked up at camera crew, having forgotten that they were there and nodded.

Duff was getting up first but reaching down, helping his wife to her feet as he smiled at her with ease as she got to her feet. She was quiet as she walked beside him, slightly nervous as she was beside him walking towards the pictures.

Mathilde was only nervous because she knew this was where their families would be meeting them as a couple. She knew how protective her family could be over her and she didn’t want Duff to be overwhelmed. She knew he could be nervous and was worried that her family, who was protective of her to maybe a fault, could make things hard for her new husband. Her mind is already on his comfort.

“My mom is going to be so happy to meet you. And I know meeting the parents is going to be weird but I want to make a good impression. Do you have any good tips for me?” Mathilde smirked, wrapping her arm around Duff. Glad he was thinking about the parents as well.

“Stick with me and we’ll get through this.” Mathilde was promising as they moved into the garden where they saw a photographer setting up.

Duff, for all of his anxiety, was a man firm about his handshakes and introductions. Mathilde appreciated the way he made sure to go around and talk to everyone. He was sociable in a way that she knew was taking a lot out of him but she watched him, the forced pleasantries that she was sure people didn’t realize were forced and she liked that he could push himself like that.

Mathilde was impressed with her husband.

Ten minutes later they had started taking pictures. It did feel strange to have his hands and arms around her but at the same time Duff was so careful, considerate. He would lean down as his hands were on her hips asking her if it was okay, checking in between poses. Asking permission when his hands slipped around down her stomach and pulled Matilde back against him.

When she looked up she could feel the way that his lips were close to hers, the way that if-

Duff was kissing her and pressing his lips against hers, holding her against them as they shared short kisses, smiling in between them as they took their wedding pictures. Mathilde and Duff looked happy with each other, getting more familiar with each other.

When their families came over the pair of them looked up, both of them smiling at the same time as they noticed the way that their families were getting along. Sharing drunks and laughs They were getting closer than the couple in the short time. It was nice to see their families getting long, it was like another push from the universe to have them be together.

“It seems everyone is as happy as I am that you’re a McKagan.” Duff whispered it softly, making Mathilde look up, smiling at him.

“Not as happy as  me.”

Vince and Maria’s wedding pictures were gorgeous. People were stopping to watch them. The way they leaned into each other, seeming to be able to pose and interact with each other with this comfort that had the producers wondering if maybe they weren’t strangers. But the natural chemistry was just coming out strong.

And both of them really wanted to have nice wedding photos.

Vince was getting used to his wife in his arms, getting used to the way it felt to hold a woman and feel the way it was to smell her perfume and hold her fingers in hers. She was pretty in a way that he knew he could appreciate every single day forever.

He sat down, pulling Maria partly on his knee, tilting her chin up. He held her eyes smiling at her as she looked at him with her eyes shining with excitement.

“I think this might be my favorite one.” Vince whispered, holding eye contact, just pausing for a second to look at his wife's lips. He wanted to kiss her again but he didn't want to smudge all her pretty lipstick anymore. But fuck, it was hard.

Maria liked being with Vince. The way that kept looking at her made her feel gorgeous, like she was the only person in the world. It made her feel beautiful in a way that she hadn’t felt before. He made her feel like she was a movie star and she could get used to the way that she felt so pretty.

When she had saw that it was Vince she had been worried, almost slightly self conscious about herself but from the second Vince had touched you for the first time he had looked at you and made you feel like he was the only person for you.

“I can’t wait to see our wedding album.” Vince said, kissing Maria’s cheek as they sat together, taking another few minutes alone. Vince was attentive, kind and understanding that this whole thing was a lot. He was putting her feelings before his.

Vince was committed to this marriage and he was showing it.

“What song did you pick for our first dance?” Duff asked as Mathilde pulled him out to the dance floor. She was happy and Duff could feel the way that his cheeks hurt from smiling so much with her all night.

“Listen, you better have comfortable shoes on because we’re going to dance.” Duff looked uncomfortable and she looked around, “Hey, we’re going to invite everyone onto the floor and we’re going to dance and have fun. This is our wedding. A celebration. So let's go out with a band.” she grabbed his hand, spinning as they made their way out to the dance floor together.

The opening chords of What I like about You started to play and Duff raised an eyebrow as he looked at Mathilde who was shaking her head, blonde hair swaying as it bounced. Duff loved how pretty she looked when she was happy. She was excited as she motioned for her friends to join them. Duff had to grab her, pick her up off her feet as she laughed loudly, letting the tall man swing her around the dance floor as they laughed.

He was glad they were surrounded by people, that it wasn;t all eyes on the pair of you could just have fun and enjoy the last few moments of the wedding with all the people who loved the pair of them. It felt like a good start to married life. Like they were being blessed by all their freads in a new life that was destined to be great.

And they still had a wedding night to look forward to.

Vince walked with Maria out to the dance floor. He had been getting to know her all night, learning about her between designated parts of the evening. He liked how Maria laughed as she drank too much champagne. How she trusted him to help her slide on her shoe when it fell off, in a true fairytale Cinderella moment. He was gentle and kind, looking at her like she was his princess.

“I didn’t expect to like my wedding night so much.” Maria said, she hadn’t expected to feel so comfortable, to trust her husband so much after just meeting him. She half wondered if knowing who he was helped the situation a bit. At least she knew he wasn't a full lunatic.

“It’s exceeding all my dreams.” Vince said, pulling Maria into his arms and nodding at the band.  

The opening notes to Endless Love started to play and Vince began swaying with Maria, he was holding her in his arms as they glided across the ballroom floor. Friends and family watching the pair of them move along.

They went together well, a couple that was easy to fit together. Everyone was commenting as they watched the pair of them moving so in sync after only knowing each other for a couple hours at this point. And it seemed like the young couple knew and understood that they were a good match, that they looked good together.

“Vince?” Maria’s voice was soft, feeling the way Vince;s hand was on her lower back, steadying her as the glided together easily.

“Yes, my wife?” she was smiling at his words. My wife. It felt cute and lovely to be called his wife, a tear of endearment and a mark of protection at the same time.

“I’m really happy it was you at the end of the aisle.” Vince smiled, kissing the top of her head as he moved her around the dance floor. He was abuzz with her words, glad that they both were on the same wavelength with what they were feeling.

“Me too, Maria. Me too.” Vince stroked her fingers with his thumb, “I can’t wait for everything we’re going to go through. I just know this is the best decision of my life.” And as Vince dipped his wife, kissing her softly he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world.

Next time on married at first sight he last four singles will meet at the altar to say I do to a stranger. They will go through their wedding day and learn about who they married and if they think their stranger will always be their happily ever after.

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Nikki Sixx x reader Angst where she’s pregnant and he gets upset at her constant mood swings and snaps at her? But doesn’t realize that he sent her into labor because she doesn’t want to tell him

hope u don't get mad, nikki sixx. [1/2]

warnings: fight, pregnancy, labor, insecurities about body and motherhood, bad mood, best friend!heather.

author's note: hi anon! thanks for the request. the moment she starts to go into labor was based on the story my mother told me about my birth (she's okay 😭). i think it's kind of scary, but i like the idea. sorry for the delay, i got so wild when i realized it wasn't turning out the way i wanted it to and i gave up for a few days but i did my best today. i decided to separate it into two chapters, hope you like it. good read<3.

chapter one

"— two minutes, nikki!”

you heard tommy screaming from the other side of the door. you and nikki were on his dressing room couch for at least 20 minutes, waiting for someone to call your boyfriend to start the show. you were lying on his chest as he ran his fingertips over your belly.

being pregnant was not easy, being pregnant surrounded by mötley crüe was even less. you knew nikki couldn't stop his life for you, yet you were still upset by the miniscule amount of time you spent together, or for the moments together that were interrupted, like now.

when nikki couldn't be with you, heather was. no one but her would dare, so that's where he takes you before going on stage. he helps you to sit on the sofa next to her and then kneeling in front of you. you feel his lips touching your belly and staying there for a few second. nikki knew you didn't want him to go, neither did he.

“— i love you. the show will end soon and i will take care of you at the hotel, hm?” — he chuckled a bit before getting up and kissing your forehead. you laugh a little at the sensation, feeling shy with heather’s presence next to you. “— love u too, nikki.” — you said

he also hugged heather and thanked her before leaving. you could hear some curses coming from mick about how long he took.

you and heather didn't watch the show today. the doctor said that the baby would be born soon, so you limited yourself to the minimum of activities that could make you really agitated. you loved being the band number one fan, but the time you spent with heather in the dressing room was precious. she kinda made you forget how bad you felt about the aftermath of pregnancy.

you loved your daughter, but it was stressful.

you became an extremely needy person in the start of your pregnancy, and over time, realizing that nikki could never do anything about it, you ended up taking it out on him sometimes. there were also times when you felt like you couldn't get out of bed because of the pain, you felt things much more intense and sometimes all you wanted was to cry yourself out.

heather was your best friend, and she understood. she knew what to say and what not to say. she knew when you were acting on impulse and when you were hiding something. she knew how you were being criticized the last few months. you and the boys knew too but nobody wanted to talk about it.

and she also knew how you must have felt when you read all those articles saying you didn't look good and comparing you to nikki exes. stressed.

★

“— hey princess!” — nikki said as he wrapped his arms around you. he was about to ask you how you were doing when he felt you pushing him away.

“- come on, i’m tired.” — you said in a low tone and followed the path to the parking lot behind the stage. your husband just chased after you, confused by your reaction.

you ignored nikki the whole way to the hotel. refusing the touches or anything he told you, until the boys started laughing at the situation and he just gave up. for the first time there wasn't a crowd of fans waiting for them, they just signed a few autographs and got in.

you went up to the bedroom while nikki said good night. as soon as you sat on the bed, you wanted to cry. a few tears fell when you blinked, but you dried them off when you heard the door open.

“— what the fuck was that?” — nikki started.

"- oh my god...” — you muttered, knowing what was coming. you and nikki had argued before. usually because of you behavior, which caused an argument about nikki's behavior about it, until it became unbearable.

“— that is all? or you want to give another show? really, yn, I've been doing everything to make you comfortable, not to upset you, and yet you keep acting like a bitch.” — he said louder, making you shiver a little.

“— that bitch here is carrying your fucking daughter, motherfucker. can't you have the slightest bit of respect? or am i just a bitch to you, sixx?” — you said as you went to the bathroom, taking off your shoes and coat.

"- respect? you can't even say goodbye to your daughter's uncles and you want to talk about respect? Is this the kind of shit you're going to teach her?”

you stopped at the bathroom door when you heard that. it wasn't exactly what he meant, but it was what you felt, and this was a sensitive topic for you. for nikki too, but did you feel so insecure about it. the creation. you stayed up nights with him talking about how you were afraid of being a bad mother, how you would give anything to know exactly what to do at the right times. you talked about your childhood, and how your biggest fear was putting your daughter through something similar.

“— fuck you, nikki. fuck. you.” — you forced yourself to laugh at that moment “— maybe you should look for someone better for the job, since you're already getting tired of me.”

“— jesus, you're crazy as fuck. are delusions part of it too? or are you just scared?”

"- crazy? i went through eight months with a child inside me. nausea, pain, insomnia. spending all day thinking about this girl's future and blaming myself for not being able to do all this and still not being the perfect woman for you. my husband has been enjoying the rockstar life, being applauded and praised while people hate me more every day. i'm not crazy, nikki, i have limits.”

“—well, me too. and congrats for pushing me to mine. while you complain about the way i manage to keep us both, why don't you worry about making yourself bearable for your daughter, since i'm not being enough either?”

you've never seen nikki scream before. actually, not with you, at least. scared you. your mouth opened but nothing came, you really tried to say something before he opened the door and left the room, but when you heard the door slamming hard, you gave up, letting yourself cry a little.

it was weird. your vision blurred and it was hard to feel when you sat on the floor, just feeling your head banging against the wall.

you closed your eyes and started to feel something running down your legs. at the time, you didn't use logic, feeling like you were going to pass out at any moment and scared of what nikki was going to do outside that room. your low cries turned into screams of pain as you felt something in your stomach.

“— yn?”

you heard someone say. you failed to recognize the voice or who was there, just taking the person's hands and squeezing.

“— n-nikki? nik, come back, please- fuck!” — you screamed again

“— yn, it's me, heather. let's take you to the hospital, okay? vince will look for nikki...”

she must have said something else, but it's not like you could hear her. tommy had you in his arms before your eyes closed, following his wife to their car.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Kinktober day 9: Manhandling/tights ripping

A/n: been wanting to write this one for awhile and decided to make it a kinktober fic specifically with 2000s!tommy because god damn he was so fine.

Pairings: 2000s!Tommy Lee x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age gap, manhandling, rough sex, tights get ripped lol, dom!tommy, sub!reader, cnc kind of? Just putting it there just in case.

No plot just smut lol

You were roughly pushed against the bedroom door, feverishly making out with your husband. You moaned into his mouth when his hands wandered elsewhere.

“Fuck babe, so sexy.” He groaned lowly, grinding his very large bulge against you. You gasped at the friction. “Tommy please.” You whined.

“What do you need honey?”

“I want you to manhandle me. Fuck, make me yours in every way.” Your words caught the drummer off guard.

He pulled away from you for a second, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You whispered against his lips. Tommy’s eyes darkened noticeably, as if you’ve just unlocked something in him.

“I’ll fuckin manhandle you, baby.” And before you knew it, you were thrown over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise and felt your pussy get even wetter.

He tossed you onto the bed and pulled his shirt off, displaying his tattooed body. You ogled at him for a bit before starting to take your shirt off too. But he stopped you, opting to rip it right down the middle. You gasped in surprise, your tits popping out.

He immediately pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh. “Oh!” You gasped, throwing your head back.

He gave the same treatment to both sides before roughly turning you on your stomach. Instinctively, you lifted your hips.

Once again you were caught in surprise by his actions when he roughly ripped your tights apart. The older man smacked your ass as soon as it was exposed, and groaned when he found you weren’t wearing any panties. Just thin tights and a shirt skirt.

“Naughty fucking girl.” He groaned, taking his cock out of his pants and lining it up, teasing your entrance. You whimpered in response, tears forming in your eyes.

The drummer pushed in without warning and wasted no time to start fucking you roughly. “Ahhh, oh my god!” You screamed, clutching the sheets.

“Fuuuuck good girl! So fuckin tight for me!” Your husband moaned along with you.

“Tommy…harder!”

The brunette smacked your ass in response, “Oh yeah? My girl wants it harder? Like a little slut? I’ll give you harder, babe.” And so he pulled you up flush against his chest and wrapped a hand around your throat lightly pushing on the sides. Your eyes widened and your jaw was dropped when he fucked up into you, deeper and faster.

As Tommy was pounding into you he tapped your face a few times with his hand leaning close to you ear as you were moaning and crying like crazy, “Look at yourself, baby. Come on. Look at how beautiful you look right now.” And so you did, turning your head to the mirrors that surrounded the bed.

You watched as tears of pleasure poured down your face. How Tommy was rubbing your clit fast sending you over the edge.

“Mmm Tommy I’m gonna cum!” You squealed, squirming as you felt that overwhelming feeling.

“Cum for me sweetie. I’m right behind you fuck!”

And so, you clenched around him and let go, your orgasm washing over you, so strong you almost didn’t feel him dumping his load inside of you.

“You like that baby?” The drummer smiled, his voice evidently out of breath.

You gave him a blissed out smile in the mirror and nodded. He smiled back at you before placing a kiss on your cheek.

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

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

Or

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

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

Word Count: 4k

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

Previous Chapter

Chapter 21- Mötley fuckin' Crüe

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

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

Nikki shrugged, "first an apology."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I heard you and Heather broke up."

Tommy nodded, "yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay."

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

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

"How is that okay?"

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

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

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

Holy shit.

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

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

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

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

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

It was time to go get Mick Mars.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Locating Vince Neil was harder than you anticipated.

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

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

Moonshadow's bar downtown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Vin, it's not your fault."

"It kinda feels like my fault."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's talk." Mick said.

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

"Okay."

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

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

"Yeah, your band." Vince muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You three together?"

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

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

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

You loved Nikki and Tommy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's make some fucking music."

-

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

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

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

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

"Can I move now, baby?"

"Yes, but be careful not to smudge-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Close your eyes for me." Nikki instructed.

You raised your eyebrows, "um, why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation.

"Close your eyes."

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

There was no mistaking what that mark was.

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

"She's fucking beautiful, man."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy nodded, "hell yeah."

"Let's do it." Nikki grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A swell of love and pride washed over you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's fate.

That's family.

And that's Mötley fuckin' Crüe.

-

...THE END

-

A/N: I'm actually crying...

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't know what the future holds.

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

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

ANYWAY...

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

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

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

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