#80s rock fanfic

[itsgaga]

Paprazzi

“Y/N over here” 

“Nikki”

“Come on Y/N can I get a smile from you”

The flashing lights never stopped, every time your eyes would try to adjust, another storm of flaring lights would blind you. When you and Nikki first got together you were able to deal with the paparazzi, some were actually quite nice and would only ask for a picture or two and then leave you alone, some were more determined to get as many pictures as they could but still they were never rude ;however, as time went on their attention and actions shifted. They once were only focused on yours and Nikki’s relationship but recently they started following you even when Nikki wasn’t there. Their words changed, they once would compliment you, tell Nikki how lucky he was, and would have nice small talk with you, but now, they want to know where you’re going, who with, and for long, insults can be heard when they’re around, they run after you, and follow you in cars, and will sneak around regardless of where you are. 

Today was supposed to be just a normal day, you and Nikki had gone out to get away from the spotlight, the plan was to just go and sit in a cafe hours away from your guys’ home in a small town hoping no one would recongize either of you so you guys could get away from the camera and spend a day without the stress that comes along with being famous ;however, as soon as you guys pulled into the parking lot men with cameras came jumping out of their blacked out cars, all running torwards your direction.

You looked at Nikki, who was looking at the crowd. “Shit” Nikki put the car in reverse but before he could take his foot off the brake the car is surrounded from every angle. Loud screams were coming from outside the car. “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” that’s all you heard, over and over again.

It was never ending, minutes had passed and Nikki had given up, he’s sitting in the front seat with his head resting on the back and his hands covering his face.  The men were clearly getting frustrated and changed their approach to getting what they wanted.

“Nikki, how good is Y/N? You think you’d ever give me a chance to find out”

Nikki removed his hands from his face and looked outside the car.

“Hey man, don’t start”

A guy standing outside your window speaks up.

“Well, if she’s gonna dress like a whore she’s gonna be treated like a whore.”

Nikki was mad, his emotions were all over his face, you could tell he wanted to say something. “Nikki don’t, they just want a reaction” Nikki looked at you then looked down. “We need to leave.” Before you could tell Nikki theres no way to get out, Nikki once again put the car in reverse and began backing up.

Loud shouts from the back of the car were yelling at him to stop, Nikki rolled down his window and told them to get out of the way. Again, the man from your side speaks up.

“Hey Nik, are those things real on her?”

Nikki ignored him.

“I think fake tits look like shit.”

Again, he ignored him.

It wasn’t until the man just flat out called you a whore when Nikki finally snapped and swung the car door open, the man saw Nikki and tried to calm him down.

“Hey, no no Nikki it’s just my job, i’m just doing this for money, I didn’t mean it man, seriously.”

Within seconds Nikki was threatening to beat his ass, there was pushing and shoving and screaming with flashes from the camera. You were done, you wanted to leave, with numerous insults and what felt like thousands of photos being taken, you were just done.

Rolling down the window you yell for Nikki multiple times, he made his way back to the car, clearly still pissed off and got in immediately driving off. “I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it.”  Nikki sighed and looked at you.

“Are you alright, babe.”

You just look at Nikki, give a soft smile, grab his hand, and look out the window. The car ride back was quiet, except for the occasional whispers coming from Nikki, complaining about the paparazzi and muttering a bunch of threats.

He squeezes your hand causing you to look at him “I’m just saying I would’ve beaten his ass if you would’ve let me”. You roll your eyes and smile. “I know babe” Nikki looks at you.

“I’m being serious”

“I know you are”

“Really? Cause I feel like you don’t believe me”

You and Nikki continue back and forth the entire car ride home, completely forgetting about everything that just happened. Realizing only then that you two didn’t need to drive hours away to go somewhere to feel some sort of peace and forget about everything else going on in your lives, the entire time the two of you could’ve just found peace in each other.

Bro. I hate the ending. With a passion. I rewrote it about 7 times. I didnt wanna give up. But i’m tired. Ready for a nap. So enjoy.

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[thesmokingguns]

So Caught up in You

It was the nerves that surprised you. When had you ever been nervous around Nikki or anyone in the band? Never. You had just waltzed in one day, laying around on a dirty couch and smoking someone else's cigarettes. They had just accepted your presence because Tommy wasn’t ever going to tell you to leave and the boys all had adopted you as theirs. Tommy had known you the longest, you had played together as kids and his mother and yours swapped recipes.

You didn’t know when it started but one day you had climbed in the window of the hell house and saw Nikki writing music on the couch. There was something about the way he looked, his black hair down and unstyled, roots leaking through, black jeans and sneakers, just a sweatshirt on and no makeup. He was just Nikki at that moment and not Nikki Sixx the bassist. But it tightened your belly and you realized that you had a crush on him. So you had done the only thing you could think to do and flounced over, sitting on his knee, fingers brushing his bass as he looked up at you, surprise in his eyes as you didn’t look away.

“What are you doing, kid?” you shrugged a shoulder and he shook his head, “I knew that I smelled trouble.” he looked concerned, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be doing or if he should be doing anything but you didn’t get up. Instead you raised his head, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. It was gentle and sweet, so unlike what he was going through lately that he just watched, letting you take the lead.

Part of you wanted to tell him that you thought he looked good but you were afraid the compliment would go right to his head and you would have to deal with him being too cocky and that just wouldn’t do. So instead you pushed his hand from his bass and moved it to your hip, watching his eyes look down, take in your country club tennis outfit, white skirt, white keds, white soft sweater. When Nikki looked back up, ready to question what you were doing you kissed him.

That was the real trouble; you didn’t know Nikki had been trying to not kiss you for months now. He was keeping himself in line because you were Tommy’s childhood friend and everyone knew the drummer looked at you like a baby sister. Nikki had been spending his time on his best behavior and now you were climbing through windows and kissing him, taking away all the self control he had.

You pushed his bass aside, letting him grab your thighs, pull you on his lap as you smiled against his lips, letting Nikki take over now as he let his tongue drag across your bottom lip, pushing between them as you whimpered into his mouth. He shook his head, pulling back to look at you as you cocked your head to the side.

“Why’d ya stop?” you were aware of your muttered words, how you felt a little warm from kissing him. So different from the boys and girls you had kissed before. But Nikki had a serious look on his face, looking at you with his green eyes. He was making sure this was real and not some sort of game you were playing. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in some laugh you were having at his expense.

“What are you doing, kid?” He sighed out because he knew you didn’t understand what he wanted but you shrugged your shoulders at him in the same nonchalant way you went about everything,, “We can’t do this.” He was firmer with you now, but his fingers still tugged at the bottom of your sweater, not quite ready to let you up yet.

You had men who had wanted you and knew that sometimes people needed just a nudge in the right direction and you had no problem giving Nikki some nudges.

“You just looked pretty and I wanted to kiss you.” And your honesty made him have to shake his head, trying to hide the smile that was peeking through. You were well aware that you were being vulnerable but you wanted to kiss him again, “Let's go into your room. No one is here.” you were moving to stand up, reaching for his hand to tug him with you but Nikki stood, shaking his head at you.

“No, kid. Why don’t you head home?” he was pulling away from you, not giving you your way and infuriating you as your eyes narrowed and your pout settled on the sweet features of your face. Nikki saw the look and knew at that point you had him hook, line, and sinker.

“Nikki.” His name was a whine, the soft thump of your foot making him look at you, green eyes smiling as he ruffled your head and pushed you towards the window. He needed you to leave before this got to far but as you climbed out the window you swore to yourself you were going to get your revenge on him for making you wait.

Which leads you to now, standing in front of your bedroom mirror, looking at the lace bustier you were wearing as a shirt, thigh high stockings clipped to a garter belt peeking out from under the black leather skirt you were wearing that was short enough that when you walked your ass started to peak out and you had to constantly play the step and tug game.. You had gone right to the store after Nikki had told you No, having a bit of a Sandra D moment as you shed your white keds for black lace and bad decisions.

The boys had a show tonight and you were going to show up, look at Nikki in your new getup and give him a minute to regret saying no to you earlier.

And for calling you kid.

It wasn’t that he had just said no to you, it was how he had dismissed you so easily, like it didn’t matter that you had wanted to kiss him. He was acting like you couldn’t make up your mind and that infuriated you. You knew you had a crush on him and he should have taken your feelings more seriously.

Nikki was getting off stage when he saw you, bumping into Vince who had caught sight of you first and nearly making both of them fall to the sticky back stage floor. Your eyes, lined in black with long black eyelashes looked at Nikki, the lingerie you were wearing as an outfit giving him more than he could handle seeing. Your red lips wrapped around a lollipop, popped off with a sticky wet sound that had the boys all very interested in having your attention.

“Jesus, Y/N. You’re going to catch pneumonia.” Tommy was pushing his way over, grabbing the towel Nikki had been wiping his face with in an attempt to cover you. But you twirled away, heads leaning to the side to watch the way your high heels made a clicking sound against the ground and your hips swayed, you tossed your hair over your shoulder, eyes on Nikki who looked like a starved animal.

“Good show today, kid.” At that moment they all realized you had dressed up for the bassist and jealousy filled up the boys. Except for Tommy who was shaking head with a firm ‘no’ coming out of his mouth, looking at Nikki who was smiling again.

Maybe he had underestimated you but he watched you, the way you tossed your hair over your shoulder looking at him.

“I have a date tonight but I’ll see you boys around.” you walked without doing the tug making sure Nikki could see the way your ass was bouncing free.

The door hadn’t even shut yet when you were pinned against a wall, Nikki’s body planted against you as he breathed you in. The hot heat of desire so strong as you looked up at him, seeing the torment that was on his face. Poor Nikki was trying to be a good boy but you wanted him so bad.

“You’re trying to kill me, Ya know? Kill me.” he hissed it out, Leather clad thigh slipping between your legs as you gasped out. Perfect little red’ ‘o’ of a mouth forming as he pushed his thigh into the heat of your pussy, “I’m trying to do right by you, ya know that kid? Tryin’ to be good enough but you are not making it easy.” You blinked at him.

“I just wanted you to kiss me Nikki. Kiss me from my head to my toes. If you’re good at that, that’s all I care about.” his hand formed a fist as you spoke and he had to close his eyes, head going back as he tried not to get mad at how easy you were toying with him. “But I have a date so I should-”

“Like hell you do.” your eyes were on him now, watching the green of his eyes thicken with jealousy, pulling away from you and grabbing your wrist as you tilted your head, “You’re coming home with me. None of these other guys are any good.” And just like that you were getting exactly what you-

“You can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the floor.” your pout was on your face again and you tried to tug away but Nikki wasn’t letting you go. He wanted you. He really wanted you but if you just wanted lust he wasn’t going to give in. “Kid, I’ll toss you over my shoulder. Don’t put up a fight.” You thought about kicking his ankle but decided against it. Letting Nikki drag you along.

If he hadn’t looked so damn good earlier this wouldn’t have happened. This stupid crush you were trying to get over but Nikki was just digging you deeper into. Would it ever end?

#Nikki Sixx #Nikki Sixx x YOu #Nikki Sixx fan fic #Nikki Sixx fanfic #Nikki Sixx Fan Fiction #Nikki Sixx fanfiction #Nikki Sixx Motley Crue #Nikki Sixx HC #Nikki Sixx Headcanon #Nikki Sixx fic #Motley Crue fan fic #80s rock fanfic #fan fiction #The dirt fanfic #The dirt imagine #The Dirt fan fic

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

Info About the 80's As Provided By My Dad, Who Graduated High School in 1987:

No boxers, no briefs, ONLY tighty-whiteys.

The Satanic Panic was something discussed primarily by adults to try and sway more voters toward Reagan.

EVERYONE had their ears pierced. Men, women, everyone. My Dad still wears his little diamond stud sometimes.

Crop tops and tube socks were a popular combo for high school and college guys.

Long hair was masculine and having decent hygiene was a big deal.

You took a girl to the roller rink on the first date to show off and then to the drive-in on the second date if she wanted to make out.

Here are some good metal bands to include in your fics: Judas Priest, Queensryche, Slayer, Ozzy, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Saxon, Scorpions, Ratt, Quiet Riot, Joan Jett, Pat Benetar, and Alice Cooper.

Vinyl cost between $1 and $4 on average.

Minimum wage was around $3.50.

Jorts for men. Good fuckin' lord the cutoff jorts for men...

The stoners knew everyone and everything.

If you're writing a fic or making art and have any questions for Mark about your Historical Accuracy, please feel free to send me an ask and I'll text him.

He thinks this is fun.

#stranger things #netflix stranger things #the 80's #80's aesthetic #back to the 80's #rock and roll #metal music #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #st fanfic #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #historical accuracy #stranger things shitpost #stranger things meme

[gnrswife]

izzy stradlin x fem!reader

warnings: smut

words:246

Izzy stradlin loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘Izzy’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have Izzy stradlin wrapped around your finger.

First izzy post how is it ? If you want me to write about anyone let me know and if you want fluff angst , or smut ill try my best to write

Thank you!

#izzy stradlin smut #izzy stradlin x reader #axl rose x reader #slash x reader #jeffrey dean isbell #steven adler x reader #duff mckagan x reader #izzy gnr #gnrforever #gnr fanfiction #gnr smut #80s #smut #rocker #rock music #guns n roses #appetite for destruction #fanfic #izzy stradlin

[samiwife]

Hii there! How are you?

I loved your post about Izzy headcanons and preferences, and I was wondering if you could write how would be him giving Princess Treatment to his girl?

Tysm! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes of course <3 I've been planning on making a fanfic like this so here you go <3 Thanks 4 the request

Little Miss Princess ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Izzy's form of affection is personal service. Izzy was always the silent type but his love for you is in his actions. He's always treating you like a princess. Like that one time when you hurt your ankle and he carried you around the house. He'd always ask what you need or get you things you didn't ask for. One time you and Izzy were walking past a fancy boutique window, and you saw a beautiful silk pastel pink dress. You quietly muttered the words "I would kill to have that dress." Izzy heard you and quickly ran inside and bought it. Just like that, no second thought. He just ran in and went out with the dress in hand. You were shocked. Izzy treated you like a princess.

One day, you decided to take Izzy to the mall with you. Most of the time, Izzy hated going to the mall with anyone. But with you, he'll do it any day and anytime. You brought your purse and quickly drove to the mall with Izzy. You stepped through the mall's door. "Babe, what store are you going into?" Izzy said looking down at you. "I was thinking about this cute dress shop on the second floor." You said holding his hand. Izzy nods and continues to walk with you upstairs to the shop. "Izzy, you don't have to come with me. You can look at shops you like." You said to Izzy while smiling.

"No, I want to be with you," Izzy said sternly as he pulled you closer. You blushed and continued to walk to the store. You finally reached the store. You quickly started scanning the clothes and shoes. Izzy was standing behind you the entire time giving little comments when you asked. "Do you think this color would look good with these shoes?" You asked Izzy. He gives it a thought and then looks at the dress and shoes. "I think the shoes need to be a darker shade, but I know you like lighter colors so I think you should get a lighter dress. But you're always beautiful." Izzy explained while giving a slight smile. You grinned widely and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked out a lighter shade of the dress and began to walk to the front and pay. Izzy gently pushed you to the side and slapped down his card. "No baby, I'll pay," Izzy said sternly again. "No Izzy, you've done enough for me. I'll pay." You said giggling. But Izzy wasn't. "No baby, I am going to pay. And you're not changing my mind." Izzy said as he stood over you. You gulped and smiled. "Okay fine, Iz. You can pay." You said backing away from the counter. Izzy smiled widely and swiped his card. The two of you walked out of the clothing store and began walking downstairs.

"Hey Iz, since you paid. We can go visit your favorite record shop down the street." You said holding his hand. Izzy's face grew bright and he began speeding up his pace in walking. "Oh looks like someone is excited." You said laughing. "Thank you, Y/N. I love you." Izzy said confidently. This was a shock to you since Izzy rarely ever said "I love you", you would always say it but you just get a kiss back. After Izzy said that, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and kissed his lips. Izzy kissed back and ran his finger through your hair.

"I love you too, Izzy." You said smiling.

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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

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #nikki sixx fanfiction #tommy lee fanfic #motley crue x reader #the dirt #nikki sixx x you #nikki sixx x tommy lee x reader #motley crue fanfiction #80s rock #glam metal

[eddiiiieeee]

rip angel

rip mathew perry, you always will be my favorite actor from friends (if my fucking week couldnt get worse.)

#80s aesthetic #80s rock #animated gif #classic rock #guitar #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #corroded coffin #chandler bing #friends #mathew perry #matthew perry #rip

[psych0-str1ngs]

Wet Dreams- Sami Yaffa x reader

Authors Note: I'm a total slut for Sami, I can't even lie to you, I would bang that man everyday all day if I could.

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, P inV smut, Oral, m receiving, Cussing, very little dialogue

You stared up at the ceiling, completely and utterly bored, your boyfriend Sami, was fast asleep next you. It was about 2 in the morning, and just a few short hours ago, you and Sami were at a pub with his bandmates.

It was a regular occurrence that Sami would drag you with him to pubs with his band, you loved that he wanted to spend time with you, if even if it was with his bandmates. You'd never admit but sometimes you just wanted to stay home, it wasn't that you didn't like the rest Hanoi rocks, because they were your best friends, it could all just be a little much.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Sami shifted onto his back, letting out little snores. He mumbled something in Finnish, it was something you couldn't understand. You leaned closer

"Sami?" You whispered.

No answer. You shrugged before leaning your head on his chest, his long arms wrapped around you, Sami's body twisting to face yours, he threw his leg over your hip. You giggled softly, he was such a teddy bear, even in his sleep. Your right cheek pressed against his bare chest, you started to get sleepy, your eyes struggling to stay open. Just a few short seconds later, Sami let out a little moan, your eyes shot open.

well there goes all chances of sleeping, you thought to yourself. You moved to your other side, your ass pressed up against Sami. His hand went to your hip. You shifted a little bit, trying to get as close to Sami as possible. You soon realized he was hard, his sleepy form pulling you close against him.

You stared at the wall, wide-eyed. Sami face pressed against your back, his lips pressed against the nape of your neck, you shivered.

"Sami?" You called out again, your nails scratching lightly at his arm.

"Mmm," He mumbled. "Yes love"

"Are you uhm," you paused, thankful that it was dark in the room, otherwise he would more than likely notice your blush. "Having issues?"

He giggled a bit before kissing your shoulder.

"Possibly," His soft voice spoke out. "Help me?"

You turned your face to see his, the moon light provided just enough light for you to see his blue eyes stare at yours lovingly. You planted a soft kiss to his lips before lightly pushing him onto his back. You worked your way down his body, leaving little kisses and bite marks here and there. You pressed your soft, tiny fingers to his bulge, a tent in his boxers. You looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving up and down somewhat quickly.

You grabbed the hem of his black boxer shorts, his hips lifted up slightly, you pulled them down, his length slapping against his stomach. You grabbed his shaft, your mouth salivating at the sight. You pumped him up and down slowly.

"F-faster please," Sami looking down at you.

You moved your hand faster, his legs starting to shake, you pulled away quickly, giving him a few seconds to process what had happened.

"wha- why'd you sto-" His voice faltered after feeling your warm mouth wrap around him, he let out a soft moan.

His hand reached down, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling lightly. You reached up, using your hands to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You locked eyes with him, his cheeks lightly tinted pink, he smiled at you lovingly. You let off of him, sliding him out of your mouth with a pop. He sat up against the headboard, watching you take off your tank top, leaving you in just your white thong, and bra. You climbed on to him, legs on either side of him. His long fingers gripped your hips softly. You sat right above his length, kissing him gently.

"You look so gorgeous my love," He spoke, pushing his face into your neck, leaving love bites on every inch of skin he could reach.

"I love you Sam," You shifted, your entrance just above his length, you sat down slowly, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size before rocking slowly. You moaned lightly, taking in the sight of Sami. His half lidded eyes watching you slide up and down on him. He moaned, leaning forward again to unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms. His mouth quickly found your left nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking lightly, his hand twisted your right nipple. You moaned again, moving slightly faster.

"Y/n, I love you so much, so so so so much," He spoke softly, leaning against the headboard, panting.

"I love you too," Your hips moved up and down. You tightened around him.

"Oh god Sam," His tip hitting your g-spot every time. "I'm so close"

"Me too pupu" He moaned, you let him take control, he flipped you both, you were now on your back. He thrusted into you, leaning down to kiss you deeply, your legs wrapped around his waist. His hips started to falter, he moaned, quickly pulling out and letting his seed coat your stomach, before pushing back in and giving you slow, deep thrusts, letting you cum on his length. He pulled out, and leaned his head on your chest, breathing heavily, his long black hair spilled over your body. He kissed your chest, not caring that cum was now coating both of your bodies.

"Shower?" His pale blue eyes looked up at you, full of nothing but love.

"Of course," You kissed his forehead, watching him get up, extending his large hand to you. You scooted off the mattress, grabbing his hand and standing. Your legs shook, Sami smirked down at you.

"what are you smirking at Mr. ?" you smiled at him.

"Oh nothing my love," He took your hand and led you to the bathroom.

The end!!!!!

#hanoi rocks #sami yaffa #hanoi rocks fanfic #hanoi rocks fic #hanoi rocks imagine #80s #glam rock #rockstar #sami yaffa x reader #sami yaffa smut

[thenobodies-inc]

Palestine not even tending anymore is insane

People are still dying

Children are still being murdered

#peaky blinders #cod modern warfare #horror #house of a thousand corpses #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #thomas shelby #80s music #rock music #glam rock #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza strip #gaza

[greentintedsixtiesmind]

Tom Keifer headcannons ☆･ﾟ.・゜゜

first post on here so hope u guys like it :)

Tom steals ur earrings on a daily basis. You like to pretend you don’t notice, but you do.

“What are you doing?” u ask as u find him shuffling through ur jewelry box.

“Nothing…”

He loves loves lovesss when you play with his hair, you and him will be watching a movie of some sorts and he’s lay his head in your lap as you put little braids in his hair.

He doesn’t know how to do his eyeliner himself so he makes you sit on his lap and do it for him

one time you and him were bored on the tour bus so you decide to teach him how to make loom bracelets. he ended up making one for everyone in the band.

sometimes when you run out of hair ties he lets you use one of his skinny scarves to tie up your hair

On the rare occasion that he lets you paint his nails you’ll always do sparkly hot pink or something

imagine going to a record store and picking out albums that reminds you of each other, omg.

imagine putting on an old record and dancing in the kitchen together. (i’m so head over heels rn)

Imagine him writing you cutesy little letters while he’s on tour. (spraying his cologne on it too nsjajkakakak)

imagine going to a red carpet with him and when the cameras are on you guys he whispers in your ear.

“Let’s give them something pictures worthy.”

he then swoops you down and kisses you as the cameras flash and click. (To imagine it deeper hes got his hand on the back of your thigh lifting it slightly on his idk if this makes any sense 🤭)

☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜゜☆･ﾟ.・゜

yas saw it first 🫶

#tom keifer #rockstar #rock n roll #rock music #rockstars #imagine #head canon #headcanon #fanfic #80s metal #80s #vintage #cute #viral

[gaysnrosess]

Proving my point that Axl and Izzy were really a couple with real moments:

Izzy offers his boyfriend a cigarette but his bae doesn’t have a lighter so Izzy as a gentleman helps him.

Just two old husbands having fun on stage “come on baby dance with me” “uhhhh fine”

Izzy observing Axl’s mouth while he sings.

“come here honey sing with me NOW”

nothing to say but GAYS

“hold me bae”

izzy just being a jealous boyfriend “what are you doing with slash?”

they are INSANELY CUTE

#guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #guns-n-roses #axl rose #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #slash #steven adler #w. axl rose #gunsnroses #imagine #fanfic #80s #90s #rock n roll #axl rose imagine #izzy stradlin imagine

[thesmokingguns]

Love Making

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: Had to purge this from my mind and posted it on Patreon but decided to share it here as well!

My favorite feeling in the world is holding a woman that I love in my arms. The weight of her body pressed against mine, hands reaching out to touch each other in wordless communication. The rush of knowing this person trusts me, this person is my person and they love me...

I love the way a woman I love feels in my arms. How she clings to me as we make love, half exhausted with eyes that can’t fully stay open. Her nails digging crescent shapes in my forearms as she tried to keep up with me, rutting her hips as she pushes her weight against me before giving in to love making. The slowly wet kisses as she pressed lips against mine, letting me swallow her moans and whimpers as she grows closer and closer to an orgasm. So close, letting me know she loves me when our slick, sweat covered chests press together and the beating of our hearts form a background track to our love making music.

Making love to someone you love feels like nothing else in the world.

“Izzy.” I looked at her, the way a stray piece of hair has come to stick against her forehead, curled and frizzed from an afternoon where I haven’t let her out of bed.

She’s not looking for a response, she’s just calling me out, wanting me to know she is here and she loves me but I have her feeling so much that whole sentences, a conversation won’t happen until much later.

I kiss her, thinking of the past two years with her, how I had wondered when the spark and joy of a new relationship would end, learning that with the right person that new glow feeling never goes away. Learning love languages and finding new ways each week to get her to smile at me.

Love is crazy and I belong in the nuthouse for how she makes me love her.

She’s close.

When she’s about to cum her forehead hits my shoulder, her hands tighten on my arms as her thighs quake, shake, and the wetness between her legs ruts helplessly against my cock. I'm in complete control, we both know it but it’s cute that she tries.

Her orgasm makes her throw her head back from my shoulder, her hair fanning out like some goddess and I’m struck for a moment at how absolutely enraptured I am with her looks. How I haven’t ever looked at someone before and felt so stunned by a smile. How just the way she throws her head back makes me count each bone in my spine as I shiver in want, desire for her the only thing keeping me going.

My hands dig too deep into her hips, grunting like a caveman as my cock bottoms out in her. She’s sliding her arms around my neck, arms locking half heartedly behind me. I know she’s tired but I appreciate her getting ever closer to me, breast pressing against my chest I smell traces of her perfume I wacthed her dab on this morning.

Kissing her neck makes her whimper, exhausted from the hours we’ve spent as two bodies forming one and yet unable to stop wanting me. My poor darling girl, so needy and yet so spoiled and spent from being stretched and used by me all afternoon and now evening. BUt I can’t stop myself when I’m with her.

She’s my heroin. My drug of choice. My muse. My air. My Soul. My everything.

I don’t tell her enough how she set my world on fire with her presence. I use words like love and try to make her happy, try to make love to her because someone told me once actions speak louder than words and I want her to feel my love as deep inside as it can go. I want her to always carry it with her and know she’s all mine.

My love making is how I try to express all the words that I don’t say enough. And I think she understands that.

When I cum I lock my fingers behind her lower back, watching her hips go up and down as she gets the rhythm down and rides out the jerking of my cock. My cum inside her as I try to hold her down so it can empty into the deepest part of her. She rocks, back and forth, squeezing her pussy around me as she bites her lip, eyes open and on mine as she leans in for a kiss.

We stay like this for a beat. Her lips on mine, kissing me as I hold her, both of us thinking about how I’m going to have to roll her over and pull my cock from her because if she stood up wet cum would leak from her, down her thighs and splattering against the bedsheets and forcing us to sleep on the couch; we’re both too tired to change the sheets tonight and too in love to sleep apart.

She pulls away first and I think about grabbing her chin and holding her in the kiss longer, wanting to just bask in the way it feels to be with her but I know better and just roll over so she is against the pillow, looking like a sleepy angel as she stares up at me.

I feel her clench against me and I wish I had pulled out sooner because I feel the way in my gut my cock wants to get hard again. How my body will always be a traitor and go for pleasure without thinking.

But I love her enough to know if we make love again she will be too sore for it in the morning and I can’t go a day without her and me joining our bodies together. SO I ease out, watching the way she’s disappointed for a second.

I’ll clean her up, get her in the shower and clean her before falling to my knees and letting her cum against my tongue; I love my girl and my tongue can make love to her while my cock recovers.

And in the morning she can wake up with me inside her and we can start the day with each other as one.

The way she smiles at me makes me have to smile back and I know that no matter what, I’ll always be hopelessly in love with her and knowing that she has that power feels scary but also good; I know she loves me with the same intensity and that our love will withstand it all.

#Izzy STradlin fan fic #Izzy Stradlin #Izzy Stradlin fanfic #Izzy STradlin fan fiction #Izzy Stradlinfanfiction #Izzy Stradlin fanfiction #Izzy STradlin imagine #Izzy stradlin one shot #Izzy Stradlin headcanon #Izzy Stradlin story #Guns n roses #Guns n roses fanfic #GNZR fanfic #GNR fan fic #GNR #Guns N Roses fan fiction #80s rock fanfic #Fanfiction #fan fic

[lynchianightmare]

In 2022 I made a Pink Floyd parody fanfic. It was more than that, a piece of shit, to be precise.

BUT, I had laughed so hard while making it, that my delusions fooled me into thinking it was hilarious. Anyways, today after some years I decided to revisit it, unfortunately, and fixed some major typos. Anyways:

This is one of the UNEDITED PARTS. CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY?? WHAT WAS THE REASON?

???????

Thanks to the only person who commented though….

#my only supporter #I have one fan at least #im poetic #poetry #poetic #poet #Genius #lmaooo #JUST ERASE ME FROM ESRTH #pink floyd #pinkfloyd #roger waters #david gilmour #classic rock #music #rick wright #nick mason #prog rock #60s #70s #80s #aesthetic #fanfic #wattpad

[gnrswife]

Axl Rose Xfem!reader

warnings: smut

words:826

The music was loud, vibrating against the soles of your shoes that bounced against the hardwood floor. The disco ball spun above you, the light ricocheting of the walls, smoke filled the air and your lungs. Your best friend was dancing wildly in front of you, your back pressed to some girl who's hands held you tightly by the waist, your best friend moved closer and placed her hands on your shoulders. The three of you moved in sync, you could feel the eyes of the others around you.

Some looked on in disgust but most looked on in lust, especially Axl. He knew his eyes should be on his girlfriend, your best friend. But he found them wandering to you, letting his eyes roam your body. He had to readjust himself multiple times at the sight of your thick ass pressed tightly to someone's body, he had the urge to replace her with himself but he knew that would cause a shit fight.

"You're looking at the wrong girl" slash tutted, his own eyes drank in your outfit. Neither of the boys could keep their eyes off you, the way your tight black dress hugged every curve of your smooth body. "She's so fucking hot!".

Axl nods in agreement, he can't find the words to say. He's so obsessed with you right now, he can't look away. He's imagining the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you would moan his name when he filled your tight cunt with his cock. "I gotta ask her to dance" slash states, Axl hand is quick to grasp his wrist. Pulling him back down onto the couch, with one look Slash nods understanding you had been marked, even if he already has a girlfriend. No one was to touch Axl Rose's girl.

Your best friend pulls away, holding her hand to her mouth.

Eyes wide she darts out of the crowd, you follow closely behind. You find yourself in the bathroom holding her hair back as she throws her insides up into a ceramic bowl. "I feel like shit".

You let out a laugh and grab a cloth, running it under the cold water you bring it over to your best friend and dab her face. "Let's get you to bed yeah?" She nods and lets you walk her out of the bathroom and down a hall, moments later you're tucking her into Axl's bed and heading back to the party.

Your back on the dance floor, throwing back your drink and getting back into the music. You don't take notice when a body stands behind you, strong hands pulling you close.

You're used to people dancing on you, with you. You didn't mind the attention, you just liked to dance and let loose.

"You look so fucking sexy".

Your heart skips a beat and you're quick to put the voice to the face, his breath is hot on the tip of your ear. You know you should pull away but you let him flatten his palm to your stomach, helping you move your hips against his. "Do you know how fucking hard it's been for me to watch you and not touch you?"

You shake your head, his hands brush down the length of your arms. Lacing his fingers with yours only to pull them up and around his neck, the angle gives him a nice view down your dress. His cock hardens even more within his leather pants , he presses himself tighter against you. You can feel him between your ass cheeks, subconsciously you bend just slightly.

"Naughty girl" he groans, holding tightly onto your waist. He slips one hand up the length of your stomach and palms your breast over your dress, a soft moan slips from your lips. "You like me touching you?"

"Please Ax... I like it" your voice is too quiet over the sound of the music but your body is answering his question. Your hands slip from his neck, bending over even more and placing your hands to your knees.

He clenches his jaw, he could slip his cock out and fuck you right here, infront of everyone. Give them a real good show, let them see your heavy tits bounce as he pounds you on the dance floor. "So desperate for me sweet girl" he chuckles, his fingers lock around your hair and pull you up straight, a sharp sting runs down the back of your neck. He presses your body against his own. He begins walking you out of the dance floor, only a few eyes on the two of you. slash watches on in jealousy, imagining himself behind you instead. "Erin is in your room" you find yourself saying as he walks the two of you down the hall you had been down not too long ago, his chuckle is deep and it vibrates against your back. "Did you hear-"

"I heard you"

He opens the door to his room and pushes you inside, your eyes falling to your best friend who's passed out in the bed.

The dim light from the lamp in the corner casts a shadow of the two of you over her sleeping frame.

You turn quickly but meet his chest, he grips your jaw tightly and your eyes widen at the harshness. "You want to be a slut and let me touch you on the dance floor... well you can be a good little slut and let me fuck you next to your best friend".

You grip his wrist and pull, he chuckles again and pushes you towards the bed, the back of your knees hit the bed and you use all your strength in your calves to stop yourself from falling onto the mattress.

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

Your mind is racing, you've wanted to fuck Axl since you met him. You've always wanted to be in your best friend's shoes, you wanted Axl for yourself. But you let her have him because she called dibs first. "Answer me"

"Yes... I'll be a good girl"

"That's what I thought"

His lips are on yours before you can change your mind, his tongue slipping between your open mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he tastes the way you expect him to. Whiskey and cigarettes, it's intoxicating. You can't get enough of him, he also can't get enough of you. His hands are roaming your body, squeezing and kneading the flesh of your hips. In one swift movement he yanks the top of your dress down, your breasts spill out in an almost slow motion movement. "So fucking perfect".

He grabs a handful and kneads, pinching and rubbing your hardened nipple between his fingers. Your back arches pushing your chest closer to him, his mouth envelopes your nipple. "Oh fuck"

Your legs turn to jelly and your bum hits the mattress, your body frozen as your best friend turns in her sleep. Axl doesn't let up his assaults on your tits, his face buried between the two. Your heart is racing, scared she will wake up and catch the two of you. "Don't worry about her... look at me".

You turn your head, he slips his shirt over his head. Your fingers are running down the length of his stomach, staring at his hard pecs. "Like what you see?"

"So much. I like it so fucking much"

His palm meets your throat and he pulls up from the bed.

"Shit.. I knew I should have fucked you when I met you"

He drops his hand from your throat and steps back, unzipping his shorts as his eyes roam your body. You're not sure where this new found confidence comes from, you're pushing the thought of your best friend to the back of your mind. Stepping over you sit on the ottoman at the end of the bed, scootching back just enough.

"What are you doing?" He questions, he's standing naked and proud in front of you.

Watching every movement you make, his cock is hard and bobbing as he steps towards you. "Touch me".

You part your knees dropping your legs wide, his eyes zone in on your wet pussy. "Fucking hell".

He can't believe the sight in front of him, he's sure he's died and gone to heaven. Your pussy is perfect, arousal leaks from your tight hole. He drops to his knees in front of you when you reach down and spread your lips for him, his hand gripping your wrist before you can push a finger in. "Your going to fucking kill me".

He's breathing in the scent of your cunt, pressing the palms of his hands to the back of your thighs and pushing them to your chest. Your breasts pressed tightly against your legs, both holes staring him in the face. You clench when he flattens his tongue out and runs it up the length of your pussy. "Holy fucking... SHIT!" You cry out, head thrown back as he devours your pussy. He's sucking hard on your clit, pushing two of his large fingers inside of your hole. "Oh god Ax... so fucking good.. yes oh yes just like that!"

He pushes in a third finger, spreading you wide for him. Your arousal coats his lips and hands, it's everywhere, you're making such a mess on him. His cock is throbbing, pre cum stains the floor, his fingers are pounding in and out of you with such force your back hits the mattress and causes your

best friend to stir again. "Yes yes oh yes harder.. fuck! Ax I need your cock. please please give me your cock" your begging, tears are spilling from your eyes.

"Such a needy little slut... can't be patient can you"

"No no I can't Axl, please... I need you"

With one swift moment he's pulling you down onto his cock, he's stretching you wide. An almost burning sensation hits you but is quickly swept away with the rough thrust of his hips. He wraps an arm around your waist and brings you up to the bed, your eyes meeting your best friends closed ones.

"Look at me"

His hips thrust deep and hard, your brain feels like it's floating in water "I said look at me!"

He grabs your chin and pulls your head, you stare up at him as he fucks you into the mattress. You reach up to hold onto his shoulder blades "fuck Ax... you feel so good".

"That's it sweet girl... taking my cock so well. Your pussy is mine. Do you understand me? Mine... your mine."

"I'm yours Ax....only yours.."

"That's right... fucking your best friends boyfriend hmm, how are you gonna tell her? How are you gonna tell her l only want this pussy and not hers"

The bed shakes under you, your breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He pulls out of you and spins you around, nudging his knee between your legs. You lean down on your elbows and push your bum out for him, he slips back inside of you. "Should we wake her?"

You shake your head, biting down on your lip as he slips into you. His heavy balls hitting against your sensitive clit, he leans over you slightly leaving kisses on your back. "Go on...moan my name into her ear. Wake her up”

Again you shake your head, his fingers pull at your hair until your back meets his chest, one hand palms your breast while the other toys with your clit. "Come on baby girl... I can feel your sweet little cunt clenching around me.. you close?"

"Mhmm"

Your cock drunk, arousal soaks your inner thighs and the bed. The sound of your skin slapping fills the room and your gobsmacked it hasn't woken her up yet, you can't hold onto your moans anymore. He's pounding your sweet post so hard you're sure you'll squirt. "Fuck your doing so well.. a little louder".

Your toes are curling, body sweating, the familiar white spots appear in your vision. The butterflies in your belly are fighting hard, you are squeezing so tight around him he pushes you back down onto the bed.

Pressing the side of your face into the mattress as you cum around him. Your screams and moans are muffled by the duvet, your body shakes as he chases his relief. He's quick to pull out of you and cum on your ass, clenching your hips as he jerks the last of his cum out.

Your body trembles as your orgasm begins to fade and the realization of what just happened settles in, you notice your hand is holding onto your best friend's leg and she still hasn't woken.

"What the fuck did I just do".

A/N: i never know who to write about anymore

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[samiwife]

I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

The World Tour: Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard.

It was actually happening. Eight years since Mötley Crüe's 'final tour' in 2015 and they were back performing live not just in front of crowds on a stage but in front of tens of thousands of fans in stadiums all across the world.

You couldn't stop pinching yourself as you leant against the barricade in the front row of their concert. How you even managed to get such great tickets was a question you still couldn't answer but you were so incredibly happy.

Growing up your father raised you on rock music. Mötley Crüe, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Guns 'N Roses, Bon Jovi, Alice Cooper, the list was basically infinite.

There was no shortage of rock music in your childhood house. Your father was the one who introduced you to Mötley Crüe, but little five-year-old you had no idea how far your obsession and hyper-fixation with this band would go.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in the back of your father's truck on the way to school to blasting Kickstart My Heart many years later while driving home from your dead-end job. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band. As a child you enjoyed their music, blissfully unaware of the meaning behind some of their songs as you shouted the lyrics from the backseat. But despite liking their music at a young age, you never became a full-on fan or Crüehead until you were older.

Now, you understood the meaning behind their songs and lyrics... some quite questionable (yes, I'm looking at you All In The Name Of...) but they were still great songs that resonated deeply within you. Now you were older you were able to properly appreciate the music. Most of Mötley Crüe's songs were close to your heart. Afraid and Home Sweet Home more so than any others.

Being able to see them live in person was something you were still struggling to comprehend. Even now as you stood in front of the barricade staring at the empty stage in front of you waiting for the concert to start, it was still unimaginable. It felt as if you were dreaming. And you feared that your alarm clock would wake you up any minute. But that annoying ringtone never rang, instead loud emergency buzzing started as the large screens either side of the stage lit up with the words;

'NATIONAL ALERT Primary Entry Point System Issued an Emergency Action Notification'

If you hadn't been so obsessed with this band, you might have been worried reading those words and hearing the emergency alarm. But you had already seen YouTube videos of their World Tour concerts and knew the show was about to get wild. Literally.

The guitar intro for Wild Side started shortly after and you stood there mouth agape in awe as John 5, Mötley's new guitarist, appeared out of nowhere shredding on his guitar.

Many hated John 5 simply because of the fact he was standing where Mick Mars used to be. And yeah, you understood that. Mick Mars is an absolute beast with a guitar, but John 5 was a damn good guitarist too. From playing with Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson, John 5 had the experience and the skill to continue on Mick's legacy with Mötley Crüe. And he was proving that right before your eyes.

Suddenly drums joined in with the guitar and your head snapped to the left in shock to find Tommy Lee sitting behind his drum kit. You had been so focused on John 5 in his long white coat you didn't even notice Tommy sneaking up on stage and by the screams coming from the mass crowd behind you, nobody else did either.

Then Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil rushed out from the side onto the stage, and you began screaming in pure happiness with the crowd.

This was real.

Mötley Crüe were here. They were right in front of you.

Holy fucking shit.

It was actually happening.

Your internal freak out was cut short when Vince began to scream those first words and suddenly everything else around you faded away as you got sucked into the music.

All your life issues and problems outside of this stadium vanished. All the stress and pressure from work, gone. Nothing else mattered in this moment as you stared at the band, at the four men on stage who meant everything to you.

"How you guys doing tonight?!" Vince shouted through the microphone after finishing Wild Side and Shout At The Devil. Hewalked up to the front of the stage staring out at the crowd who all cheered and screamed in response. "Now tell me, who likes to listen to the old shit?"

The crowd went ballistic and you right along with them as you screamed up at Vince who was smirking at the fans. Vince Neil was a showman. He loved performing and putting on a show for everyone. This was what he was born to do and even now at 62 years of age, he was still rocking it.

"How about something from the first album?" He asked and the crowd cheered so loudly it hurt your ears and Vince grinned turning back to his bandmates. "Let's do it!"

John 5 suddenly unleashed on his guitar, Tommy joining in with his drums and you grinned ear to ear recognising Too Fast For Love instantly.

Don't Go Away Mad Live Wire Looks That Kill The Dirt

Song after song and you were in pure bliss listening to them play while screaming along with Vince to the words. And when Tommy sat down behind the piano that got wheeled onto stage, tears were burning in your eyes before the song even started.

Home Sweet Home.

This song meant so much to you. After moving out of home young for your career and living over eight hours away from your friends and family this song hit you harder than any other.

You knew there was a chance you'd tear up during this song, but after the first few words "you know I'm a dreamer" you were done for. Silent tears trickled down your face as you sung the words that meant so much to you.

Nikki walked around the back of the piano patting Tommy's shoulder before he stood at the edge of stage right in front of you. His eyes scanned over the crowd in amazement. Even after 40+ years of touring you could tell that Nikki never took this for granted as he stared out at his fans in genuine happiness.

"But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low"

Nikki placed his hand over his inner elbow while Vince sang which only made you cry harder knowing all about his battle with heroin that had killed him back in 1987. You briefly thought back to his book The Heroin Diaries and all the pain and suffering inside those pages. Nikki had been through so much shit yet overcame his drug and alcohol addictions and was now living his best life. 22 years sober. You were so incredibly proud of him.

Suddenly, as if Nikki could somehow sense your thoughts his head turned, and his beautiful smoky eyes locked with yours.

"Take me to your heart." You sang in tune with Vince as Nikki placed his hand over his heart while maintaining eye contact.

You continued to sing the lyrics. Nikkis smile widening with each word. Tears were still trickling down your face, but you didn't wipe them away as you sang, and he eventually turned his attention away leaving you standing there feeling breathless.

Now that your eyes weren't locked with the bassist you took a moment to turn and look at the crowd yourself. Lights from phones illuminated the entire stadium. You stood there with wide eyes watching all the lights going round and round in tune with the beat while Vince sung his heart out.

After Home Sweet Home they got into Smokin' In The Boys Room. It was amazing.

As they continued through the songs, you occasionally caught Nikki looking at you. Sometimes briefly, just one flash of his beautiful smoky eyes before he was looking away again. But sometimes he'd hold your gaze for a few moments while he strummed away on his bass, and you sang the words to each and every song with so much passion and enthusiasm.

Nikki probably thought you were crazy. You knew every word to every song and hell, you were even sporting his signature black war stripes on your cheeks that matched his own identically.

"I wanna introduce you to somebody who's up here." Vince suddenly said through the microphone. "He's my brother. He's a badass. And he's a bass player. Give it up for Mr. Nikki Sixx!" Vince shouted pointing at the bassist in question who began walking to the front of the stage his bass no longer strapped around his shoulder.

Nikki and Vince fist bumped as they walked past each other. The singer disappeared off stage for a drink break with the rest of the band leaving Nikki alone on stage as he walked up to the microphone pole.

"Well, how the fuck are you guys doing?" Nikki called out speaking for the first time. "Anyone wanna come up here on stage with me?"

Your heart thundered in your chest like a drum as Nikki's eyes scanned the crowd before locking with yours. Then your heart quite literally stopped and all you could do was stare right back at him as he pointed at you and curled his finger up in a come here motion.

"Get that beautiful girl up here." Nikki ordered his gaze holding yours for a moment before he turned back to the rest of the crowd and continued to talk about the tour.

If someone held a gun to your head and told you to repeat what Nikki was now talking about. You'd be dead because you were not listening to a word the bassist was saying anymore as blood rushed in your ears. All you could focus on was the security guard walking over to you as you shakily began climbing over the barricade.

The guard helped you over safely before guiding you around to the side of stage and pointed at the stairs without a word.

Wait, were you meant to just walk up the stairs onto the stage? Did Nikki want you up there now? Oh, God you were panicking and overthinking this.

"I saw you singing every word to every song. Come up here." Nikki's voice cut through your internal panic as he appeared at the top of the stairs and held his hand out towards you.

Sucking in a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, you took Nikki's hand and climbed onto stage. And holy fuck there were a lot of people in that crowd. It was a never-ending sea of fans packed into the stadium and all of them were staring at you and Nikki.

"It's okay. Don't be nervous, sweetheart." Nikki whispered lowering the microphone so nobody else could hear him. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He smiled, "pretty name. It suits you."

You couldn't stop the small smile from spreading across your face at his compliment as you ducked your head feeling your cheeks blushing.

"It's fans like you guys that make all this possible." Nikki began to say into the microphone before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "And if you'll have us, we will be back soon I promise you that!"

The crowd erupted in applause and screams causing you to flinch not expecting it. Nikki's arm tightened around you ever so slightly noticing your reaction. He continued to talk to the crowd while holding you against his side. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold and leant into his touch getting memorised by his musky cologne.

It was hard to believe Nikki Sixx was 64. He still ran around on stage with his bass like he did back in the 80s. Well, maybe not as much. Nikki did used to drink Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and roll around on stage back in the day. His beard and hair were obviously dyed now, but he looked damn good for his age. The thick muscular arm holding onto you was enough proof to say that Nikki Sixx aged like fine wine. He was only getting better and better as the years passed.

"I have a very important question for you." Nikki began to say, and you tilted your head up surprised to find him looking right back at you.

Oh, he wasn't talking to the crowd anymore. He was talking straight to you.

His face was so close to yours you could smell a hint of mint on his breath. It was strangely refreshing.

You bit your lip nervously and nodded staring into his beautiful sea green eyes awaiting his question anxiously.

"What song would you like us to play next? It's your choice."

Oh my God.

The crowd all started shouting song names that you couldn't quite decipher as you held Nikki's gaze. He was smirking like he could see you suddenly panicking because despite the fact that you knew every single one of their songs from all the albums, you were coming up blank.

Nothing.

Not one song title was coming to mind.

"Give us a song we haven't played in years!" A familiar voice called out causing the crowd to cheer.

You glanced over your shoulder to find Tommy Lee strolling back onto stage with his drum sticks in his hands. God, he had aged like fine wine too.

Then Vince Neil and John 5 began to make their way back on the stage. Hell, all of Mötley Crüe had aged like fine wine, who were you kidding? John 5 was younger than the others but still looked fantastic in his 50s. Vince always copped so much hate on social media due to his weight gain, but fuck those haters because Vince Neil looked damn good for his age. And he had lost a significant amount of weight since their last tour back in 2015.

Mötley Crüe's good looks were not helping your sudden internal freak out though as you turned your head back to Nikki who was smiling at you like he knew what was running through your head.

"Afraid from Generation Swine or Knock 'Em Dead Kid from Too Fast For Love. You can pick which one you like better." You hurriedly answered the second your brain decided to actually function.

You were honoured to be able to choose the next song, but was worried that you'd pick a song the guys wouldn't like or a song that you couldn't remember very well. At least this way the four of them could decide which one they wanted to play themselves.

Nikki grinned, "I knew I picked you for a reason. You're clearly a fan. I like you."

Hearing those words coming from Nikki Sixx himself was something you didn't know you needed to hear. Your heart fluttered as you smiled at him but didn't dare trust yourself to speak fearing you'd either stutter your words and make a fool of yourself or just start bawling your eyes out from happiness.

"Fuck yeah! You have no idea how many people just pick the popular songs. It's boring." Vince's voice piped up through his own microphone.

"Why don't we play both?" John suggested.

Nikki glanced back down at you and opened his mouth to speak but then the crowd suddenly started shouting snapping his attention away from you abruptly.

The shouting from the crowd didn't sound right though. And by the way Nikki's body had turned tense on alert beside you, you knew something was wrong.

The fans in the crowd closest to the stage were all yelling and pointing at something behind you. Nikki quickly turned, his arm slipping from your shoulder as you spun around and that's when you saw the stranger running on stage.

Vince and John quickly backed away while security swarmed the area frantically trying to climb up onto the stage to stop the unknown man. Nikki raised his arm in front of your body almost protectively as the man turned towards you both with a crazed look in his eye.

Suddenly, he bolted straight towards you. But he wasn't looking at you. His wide eyes were zeroed in on one thing and one thing only, Nikki Sixx.

Security were hot on his tail. But the man was fast. Too fast. Then, he reached into his jacket pocket, and you saw a flash of a silver blade.

In a split second you realised two things; one, security weren't going to stop this crazy man in time and two, he had a knife and he was heading straight for Nikki.

Without thinking you pushed the bassist to the side not expecting your own sudden strength as Nikki fell off the side of the stage. But you didn't have time to worry if he was okay or not because the next thing you knew the crazy man crashed straight into you instead of his intended target.

You stumbled back a few steps at the impact but managed to keep your feet before shoving him off you. That was all the time security needed before they grabbed the crazy man who instantly started thrashing like a wild animal in their grip.

The crowd around you had turned eerily silent as they watched security struggling to contain the intruder. More guards jumped onto the stage to assist and eventually the group of them managed to get the man under control and began escorting him off stage.

Your heartbeat was skyrocketing. Body shaking with adrenaline as you breathed heavily watching the man still trying to fight the guards.

Wait, Nikki.

As if on cue, the bassist appeared out of nowhere after lifting himself up the side of the stage with a grunt before limping over to you. Guilt instantly washed over you because he was favouring his right foot and it clearly hurt.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You hurriedly questioned rushing over to him on instinct as you looked down at his boot worriedly.

"Am I okay? Are you?" He questioned in shock his eyes raking over your body looking for any signs of injury.

But then his face drained of all colour and his eyes paused over your midsection and widen into saucers.

You frowned and followed his line of sight and had to do a double take when you saw the knife sticking out your lower abdomen.

The man stabbed you.

How the hell did you not notice that?

Suddenly, it was as if a switch had been flipped and the adrenaline soaring through your veins began to subside and that's when the pain started. White hot pain radiated through your body like a fire burning from within.

"Oh fuck." Nikki swore under his breath.

Without thinking, you reached down with shaky fingers and grabbed the handle of the knife.

"Wait, don't-"

You yanked the blade out before Nikki could finish that sentence.

It hurt. You needed to get it out. But that did nothing to stop the pain though. If anything, it hurt more causing you to cry out as the blade slipped from your now bloodied fingers and fell to the floor of the stage.

Blood began to pour from the open wound like a dam bursting. Oh, that was a bad idea. That was a really bad idea.

You quickly covered the wound with your hand knowing you needed to keep pressure on it to slow the bleeding, but warm red liquid was already oozing out from between your fingers, staining your shirt and dripping down your pants.

The crowd was silent as the thousands of fans watched on in pure shock. Mötley Crüe concerts were never quiet. Even between songs the crowd were up and around cheering and screaming, but not tonight. Nobody moved. Nobody dared to speak as they all stared at you in the middle of the stage.

Everything around you started to turn blurry as you took a staggering step back. Your legs buckling from underneath you but before you hit the ground, Nikki's strong hands were on you. Gently he eased your body down onto the floor moving slowly not wanting to hurt you further as he laid you down.

Suddenly his hands were removing yours from the wound so he could take in the damage but clearly didn't like what he saw as he cursed under his breath. His hands quickly pressed down against the stab wound on your stomach causing you to whimper at the pain it caused.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I need to keep pressure on it. I'm sorry." Nikki apologised, his sea green eyes filled with so much panic as he looked over his shoulder. "We need a medic!"

"We need a medic on stage!" Vince's voice repeated through a microphone loudly.

Nikki frantically pulled out the bandana from his back pocket and bundled it up before pressing the material against the wound. But the once blue and white fabric soon turned a dark crimson.

"Shit. Shit. Where's the medic?!" Nikki shouted desperately.

Vince suddenly appeared over his shoulder unsure what was going on but when he saw all the blood his face paled. The singer frantically ripped off his scarf and knelt beside Nikki pressing it down against the blood-soaked bandana causing you to wince at the pain.

"Fuck. What happened? Did he stab her?" Vince questioned taking in all the blood.

"He wanted to stab me. But she stopped him." Nikki muttered angrily through gritted teeth. "Where's the fucking medic?"

You glanced to the side just in time to see John 5 dropping his guitar and running off stage to find a medic as Tommy sprinted over but froze when he realised what was happening.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh. It's okay, save your energy. You're gonna be fine, okay? You're gonna be fine." Nikki reassured, but you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

"Get that fucking camera out of here!" Tommy's voice boomed in the background somewhere, but everything was starting to spin as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey. No, no, no, wake up. Y/N, sweetheart, open your eyes." Nikkis voice begged before a hand suddenly cupped the side of your face and you forced your eyes open to find Nikki's panicked green one's looking straight at you. "Stay awake, you hear me? Stay awake."

"Sixx, it's not stopping." Vince warned grimacing at the now blood-soaked scarf he was still using as a makeshift bandage over the wound.

"Damnit." Nikki hissed, pushing his hand down harder in attempt to stem the blood flow causing you to groan in agony. "Sorry. Sorry. I know it hurts. I'm sorry."

"Just hold on a little longer, kid." Vince instructed while frantically looking around for the medic.

"There-there are worst ways to die." You winced, your tired eyes flicking between Nikki and Vince before Tommy dropped to his knees on your other side. His shaking hands hovered over your stomach not sure what to do to help as he stared at you helplessly terrified. "Dying with... with Mötley Crüe by my side ain't a bad way to-to go out."

"No." Nikki shook his head. "You're not dying. Not on my watch."

"It's okay." You whispered, his bloodied hand still cupping your face.

"It's not okay. Nothing about this is okay. Fuck! You shouldn't have pushed me out the way-"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay." Your voice was becoming weaker as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Shit." Vince swore knowing that was bad.

The guys all looked around at each other their fearful panicked expressions matching. They didn't know what else to do and you were fading fast.

"Over here!" John 5 shouted sprinting back onto the stage with two paramedics hot on his tail. "She was stabbed and- fuck, that's a lot of blood."

The last thing you saw was Tommy and Vince trying to pull Nikki away from you as paramedics rushed over before everything faded into darkness.

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A/N: I am writing this purely for myself and if anyone else happens to read and like it, then that's a bonus. The first part of this fic was based on my own personal experience during their concert last year but obviously everything after going on stage is completely made up.

If I was the girl he asked to go on stage I would either just start crying or pass out... maybe both.

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