#mick mars x reader angst

[nyxnygma]

Can you do a angst where mick and reader gets into a fight so reader storms off and ends up geting into a car wreck where mick is told she may not lived but she makes it through the night and when she walks mick swears he will give up drinking.

Wrecked || Mick Mars

[Mick Mars x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Mick has been started to drift away from you and you try to confront him but that leads to an argument where you storm off

Warnings: injuries, alcoholism, car accident, arguing, surgery, hospital

Masterlist

Sitting on the sofa, you waited for your husband to return home. He promised he would be back by midnight but it was currently 04:30. You were growing worried, he had started coming back later than he said recently but only by an hour or two, that something bad had happened.

You were about to drop asleep when the door opened and Mick stumbled in. “Where have you been?” You ask as soon as he closed the door.

“Shit, Y/N,” he huffed as he went to sit next to you in the couch, “I thought you would be asleep.”

“Mick!” You shout, standing up. “you said you would be back by 12. It’s four fucking forty-five!”

“Hey. No need to shout,” he slurs as he tries to pull you back to sofa but you shrug him off, “I just went out with the boys after the recording and didn’t realise the time.”

“Why didn’t you call? I was worried sick!” You put a hand to your head in disbelief.

“I don’t need to tell you my every location,” Mick shrugs as he takes the glass of wine you were sipping on and drinks the whole thing. “You’re not my mother.”

“No I’m not. I’m you wife, remember?” You laugh in shock, “you’re a drunk. I thought I could handle this but you have gotten so much worse. Your leaving the house earlier and coming home later! I never see you. I miss you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N,” he rolls his eyes, “you know who you married.”

“Yes I do know who I married and that man is not you!” You sigh.

“What the fuck do you even mean by that? You’ve been watching too many romcoms,” he breathes, he was starting to get annoyed. You glare at him before storming off upstairs. “Where are you going?!”

He follows you upstairs where he finds you putting clothes into a leather bag. “What are you doing?” He inquired as he grabs a bottle half filled with vodka from the upon the dresser.

“I’m packing my bag,” you nonchalantly say as you rush around the room.

“Why?” He furrows his eyebrows.

“Because I’m going to Heather’s and Tommy’s,” you say as you leave the room, the guitarist following behind.

“Why the hell are you going to theirs?” He huffs.

“Why?!” You laugh at him, grabbing the keys off the side table, “hmm let me see. Because my husband comes home nearly five hours late without warning or a hint of what you were doing, shit, for all I knew you were off galavanting with some blonde groupie! Or maybe because you prefer a bottle of vodka than your wife. Maybe it’s even because your drifting away and hardly talk to me anymore!”

The man looked at you in shock., “Honey, I-”

Before he could finished his sentence, you scoffed and left the through the front door, slamming it shut. You walked through the front garden to the car in the driveway.

You didn’t realise how dark it was and how fire you were until you were on the road. You couldn’t see a damn thing and the street light were not working. It was only last second when you saw the head lights in front of you.

Mick was sat on the sofa where he found you on, in shock, for a good forty-five minutes. He decided to call Tommy’s house and attempt to talk to you and apologises. “Hey man! What you doing calling at six in the morning? Shouldn’t you be all snuggly with wifey?”

“What? She said she would be going to yours,” he froze.

“Why would Y/N be at my house?” Tommy chuckles.

“We had an argument and she said she was going to be!” He explained, “fuck. I shouldn’t have let her drive in the dark.”

He slammed the phone down and tried to think if there is anywhere else you could be. The phone ringing interrupted his thinking. He picked up the phone as, “Y/N?!”

“Sorry no,” the woman apologised before explaining the car crash, “we had to rush her into surgery, you’re her emergency contact.” Mick waisted no time in rushing out the door and into his car as he sped to the hospital.

“Y/N Mars. I’m looking for Y/N Mars,” he told the woman at the front desk of the ER. The woman nods and notions a nurse to lead Mick to a waiting room and tells him to wait there.

Twenty minutes had passed and he still hadn’t been told anything. For all he knew he was waiting for someone to tell him that you didn’t make it. He has never been so panicked in his life.

“Mr Mars?” A masculine voice asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yes.” He nods.

“Ms Mars is currently in surgery with the best surgeon in LA,” the doctor informs. He then goes on to explain what your state was and what injuries you had.

“Will she make it?” Mick interrupts his information to question.

The doctor looks down, “I’m afraid we cannot give an answer to that question at this moment. Ms Mars came into this ER in a very bad state. She was impaled through her abdomen, yes it didn’t go through any of her vital organs; however when the paramedics got to her she had lost a lot of blood.

The doctor left Mick sat in shock. The thought of the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument. He thought about what you said even more and realised you were right. He has been growing away from you and he didn’t have a good reason for it. He thought about how you believed he might even been having an affair. You were right. He was a drunk and always had a bottle of vodka in his hand.

He came to the conclusion that he would cut back on his drinking habits until he stops completely. He vowed that he will tell you how much he loves you every single day, that is if you wake up.

He had no idea how much time had past when a nurse walked up to him, “Ms Mars is out of surgery and is in room 201. She is going to be fine.”

Mick wasted no time to walk as far as he could to your room. You we led unconscious on the hospital with wires and tubes all around you. He sat on the chair beside the bed and admired you. There was large cute on your forehead, legs and arms with bruises littered all over your body. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he sighed, “this is all my fault.”

“Mick?” Your eyes slowly opened, “what happened? Where am I?”

“When you left you got into a car accident,” he explained, strand of hair behind your ear, “you were I surgery and, shit, I nearly lost you. I’m so so sorry Y/N.”

“Mick-”

“I shouldn’t have been such a dick of a husband to!” He interrupts you.

“It’s-”

“I promise I’ll be quitting drinking for you and I’ll come home when I said I would, maybe even earlier!”

“Darling-”

“You weren’t being over dramatic, you were being totally reasonable. I’ve not been treating you right because I’ve been drinking more. And just so you know I would never EVER choose another woman over you, Y/N. I love you so so much and if you didn’t make it out that surgery room I would never have forgave myself for everything I put you through and how I let you leave the house and drive when it was that dark.”

“Honey-”

“It’s all my fault-”

“Mick!” You shout, leaving him silent and shocked in his seat, “its not your fault I crashed the car. I shouldn’t have stormed out the house at 5 am. I shouldn’t have ran away from the argument, it was childish of me, I should’ve talked you about it.”

“Y/N, you weren’t being childish. You had every right to do what you did,” he smiled sadly.

“You really mean all them promises?” You ask.

“Of course,” he nodded as he leans down to kiss your head but you pull him down to kiss your lips. “I love you so much, Mrs Mars.”

“I love you too, Mr Mars.”

#motley crue #mötley crüe #mick mars fluff #mick mars x reader #mick mars #mick mars angst #mick mars x reader angst #tommy lee #heather locklear #Nikki sixx #vince neil x reader #vince neil

[skinomyteethh]

Nikki Sixx x reader fanfic? Can be anything :)

mistakes

pairing: nikki sixx x fem! reader

summary; overcoming addiction is hard, especially when you feel like you're in an overwhelming, somewhat lonely place.

contains/warnings; substance abuse i think, nikki relapsing, slight angst?, etc.

authors note; HIIII TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I really hope you like this, I honestly didn't know how to end it and it may be all over the place, I haven't written in a WHILEEEEE. also theres some hidden message in the but i cant put it into words rn lolol!

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moet et chandon decorated the large, wooden cabinets of the dining room, making it look beautifully elegant and sophisticated. the variety of random desserts and pastries made her think of marie antoinette's famous but factitious phrase 'let them eat cake!'

[name] hummed, carefully fixing the flowers in the vases which sat in the middle of the long dining table. it was unlike any other gathering or party Nikki and [name] had ever hosted or gone to. it was unlike the usual rock 'n' roll scene filled with endless booze and random naked women.

as the people began to arrive, the atmosphere was extraordinarily nice. people well versed in etiquette filled the room, cigar smoke lingered throughout the air. nikki shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking around, somewhat nervous. it was unusual of him to be so quiet, so reserved. a small smile spread across his face upon seeing his wife 'in her element'

yet, nikki felt as if he didn't belong there, it was too calm, too relaxed for his liking and what he was use to.

just before the dessert was served he excused himself, walking towards the stairs of his rather luxurious house. nikki entered the master bedroom, opening the multiple dresser drawers frantically searching, for something that would take these feelings away, heroin.

he grasped the medical grade needle, leaning against the bed, ripping the cap of the needle off. nikki opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, grabbing a somewhat long piece of rope, tying it around his upper arm. nikki took a deep breath, sighing in ecstasy as the needle and the continents of the needle flowed into his veins.

nikki laid his head down against the mattress, closing his eyes. [name] felt somewhat confused, nikki had been gone for far too long. she pranced upstairs, pulling the hem of her dress up as to not step on it. sounds of vomiting could be heard from inside the master bedroom, she knew exactly what that meant, exactly what nikki had been doing.

she quietly entered the bedroom, leaning over and glancing into the connected bathroom. nikki's head hung over the toilet bowl as he once again began vomiting, it was the aftermath of the heroin. [name] glanced down at the ground, picking up the discarded needle, throwing it into the trash can by the vanity.

the loud and unexpected sound of the needle clashing against the metal trash can scared nikki, he haphazardly stood up, his expression filled with worry as he spotted her sitting on the surprisingly neat bed. nikki had broken his promise.

on the day of their wedding he promised he would quit and even go to rehabilitation, but now he had broken his promise and it seemed to have shattered her heart. nikki cautiously inched closer to her, attempting to somehow be able to explain the situation.

"[name] I...." he was caught off by her abrupt movement as she tilted her head up to look at him, though the look om her face did not radiate anger nor frustration, it radiated disappointment but she also seemed somewhat understanding. "why nikki..?" she questioned, her tone was soft and once again the disappointment was evident.

he looked down at the carpet before looking back up at her, sighing before he parted his lips, beginning to speak. "I felt overwhelmed, I didn't know what to do. I felt like I didn't belong there.."

a calm and sophisticated scenery was not what he was use to, it made him feel like an outsider, a weirdo.

nikki glanced back down at the carpet, he excepted her to lash out at him, scream at him for slipping up, but she didn't, instead he felt her arm wrap around him securely and lovingly, he laid his head down on her shoulder, sighing.

[name] seemed to somewhat understand him, her hand gently caressed his upper arm before she freed him from her grasp, speaking once again. "I know quitting isn't easy, and as you begin sometimes you'll slip up unintentionally." she glanced over at the doorway, sighing deeply before placing a soft, quick kiss on his lips.

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx fanfiction #motley crue x reader #motley crue fanfiction #vince neil x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #fanfic #mötley crüe fanfiction #nikki sixx fic #mötley crüe x reader #angst with a happy ending #mötley crüe fanfic #nikki sixx imagine #motley crue #mötley crüe #meow

[munsons-melody]

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

#it messes with my brain #tommy lee #motley crue #nikki sixx #mick mars #vince neil #80s music #stranger things #eddie munson #munsons-melody #steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x henderson!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie munson masterlist #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

[madiisixx]

Someone give me the motivation to start these drafts I wanted to start but never started..

#stranger things fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #eddie munson x reader smut #steve stranger things #steddie x reader #motley crue x reader #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx fanfiction

[buckysimp101]

Just Friends- Part 2

Summary: After being best friends for years, you and Nikki Sixx embark on a friends with benefit’s journey. Will you both be able to handle all that it entails, will your friendship survive?

Nikki Sixx x Reader

warnings: ANGST, sexual content MINORS DNI, drug and alcohol usage, language, and more angst tbh. 

a/n: To quote The Doctor from Doctor Who: i’m sorry. i am so sorry. This is gonna hurt. I’m not okay.

Part 1 | Part 3

August, 1986

“Oh fuck, Nikki right there, yesssssssss,” you practically hissed with pleasure causing Nikki to chuckle and response “you like that, princess?”

“Nikki, fuck, harder, please,” your moaning causing Nikki’s pants to grow tight. He was about to respond when a loud knock sounded throughout the room, the noise followed by Tommy’s voice.

“Alright you two horny fucking idiots, hurry it up! That bassist has to be on stage, preferably without a raging boner but who knows he might be into that, in five minutes!” the drummer yelled, his statement causing you and Nikki to burst out in laughter, the sound obviously confusing Tommy.

“What the fuck are you two laughing about, how the fuck are you laughing when I swear you were just having your guts rearranged,” Tommy yelled, an incredulous tone in his voice. 

The two of you heard Vince in the hallway announce, “nah T-bone, they weren’t fucking. You’d know if they were, especially if you have the shit luck of being in the hotel room next to them.”

Vince was right. You two weren’t fucking, Nikki was giving you a massage before the show started. Tommy swung the door open to see if the singer was right, and the only peep show he got was one where you and Nikki were doubled over in laughter, fully clothed. “You need something, Tommy?” Nikki managed to ask in between gaps of laughter. Tommy just rolled his eyes and went to shut the door, poking his head back in the room to say, “just hurry the fuck up, bassist. Be glad I didn’t catch you with your pants around your ankles again,” referring to the last time Tommy had decided not to knock on Nikki’s dressing room door and revealed you on your knees giving Nikki the blowjob of his life. That was almost a year ago. Tommy has knocked on the door ever since.

Your friends with benefits situation with Nikki had been going on for almost a year now. He’d introduced you to a whole new world. Sure you had fooled around with some guys before, you weren’t completely innocent. But sex with Nikki Sixx? You were fairly certain there was nothing else like it in the world. The first time you had sex, Nikki was soft and sweet. He knew it was your first time and it he wanted to make it as special as he could. He’d bought champagne and chocolate to seduce you, at least that’s what he had said. By the end of the night you’d lost track of the number of times the man had made you cum and the chocolates and champagne...they just made a mess.

But here you two are, a whole year later. The official end of the Theater of Pain tour was tonight at The Roxy and boy did you have a surprise planned for Nikki back at his place after the show. You planned to stay up all night, sleep in the next day and do it all again.

Nikki got off the couch, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before walking over to the mirror to apply the eyeblack beneath his eyes. You couldn’t help but stare. There’s no way that Nikki had a clue just how much he meant to you. You considered yourself lucky that your little situation hadn’t hurt your friendship, but you feared the day it would all change.

“Alright, princess. How does daddy look?” he asked, turning around and wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes in return.

“Like a dream, Sixx. Like a fuckin dream. Now go, get on stage. I’ve got plans for tonight,” you responded, wiggling your brows in response this time, ultimately making Nikki laugh.

“Oh my sexy little goddess I cannot wait to see what you’ve got planned. Now. Time for you to join Heather,” he punctuated the latter half of his statement with a quick slap on your ass. Half the time your moments with Nikki felt as if they toed the line of friends and something more. But you’d never bring that up to him. You swatted his hand away as he tried to play a game of grab ass as you joined Heather in the hall, her face brightening at your presence.

“Y/N! Come on, let’s go join the fans! I want to see the show out there this time,” she practically squealed as she led you out of the backstage area to the back of the Roxy.

You and Heather spent the show dancing with each other, and occasionally other fans who joined in, and singing the words to all the songs. You always loved when Heather could make it to the shows, ever since her and Tommy had gotten married the two of you had grown a lot closer. Vince sang the last word and the boys played their last notes and applause and cheers overtook the Roxy, you and Heather cheering the loudest. As the lights came up you and Heather started to make your way backstage but were quickly overwhelmed by fans of Heather, once they realized she was there. Not wanting to leave Heather to fend for herself, you waited, propped against the wall as your friend signed autographs with what felt like half of Los Angeles.

“You didn’t have to wait, Y/N. You could’ve headed back to Nikki, I know you wanted to,” Heather teased, looping her arm through mine as we finally got to head backstage. The show had been over for almost half an hour. The two of you split once finally backstage, Heather heading to Tommy’s dressing room and you heading to Nikki’s. 

Upon reaching Nikki’s door you suddenly had a twisting feeling in your stomach. You reached out, your hand hesitating at the doorknob, when all of a sudden you heard a feminine voice yell out, “oh yes, Nikki! Right there! I’m gonna cum, fuck, daddy please let me cum!” followed by Nikki saying, “cum, honey. Cum for daddy.” Both their sounds reaching a level that, in any other case, would surely get security called. You backed away slowly, moving your hand away from the door, hot tears welling in your eyes but you couldn’t be sure if it was from sadness or anger. If you had been paying attention you would have noticed Mick looking at you from down the hall, a look of pity in his eyes. You turned away from the door, wiping your eyes in the process only to bump into Vince.

“Woah there, princess. What’s got you in such a rush,” he managed to slur out, the effects of his most recent bump already messing with his speech. You went to wave him away when your arm was caught by Mick. His light eyes met yours and he promptly turned to Vince, “you didn’t hear? She’s going out with us tonight, blondie. Let’s go!” the guitarist yelled, pulling you down the hall and out the door towards a night you’re glad to forget.

The next morning you woke up in some guys’ hotel room. His name may have been Chad, or Max, or some other basic ass name. It was still early so you gathered your clothes off the floor and put them back on as quietly as possible so as to not wake whatshisname, prepared to do the walk of shame back to your apartment. You counted your blessings that this last show was in Los Angeles, but not before realizing that you were not as close to your apartment as you thought. Cursing your decisions that were brought on by alcohol and a little cocaine, you started walking in the direction of the Roxy, hoping to use their phone to try and call Vince or Mick to take you back. You didn’t even want to try and contact Nikki after that night. It was just sex. That’s all this was. You’re friends. That’s it. 

For some reason whatever spiritual entity that exists up there had it out for you because no sooner had you gotten within fifty feet of the Roxy Nikki fucking Sixx himself pulled up, a look of anger etched onto his face, but his eyes told you everything. He was angry but he was high. Higher than a goddamn kite on a drug that would kill him before heal him and probably had been since after the show last night. Nikki pulled the car to a stop in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?” he yelled, causing you to wince at the volume adding onto your headache.

“I went out with Mick and Vince,” you answered nonchalantly, attempting to sidestep his car and walk around. You knew you didn’t like being around Nikki when he was high on heroin, hell even you had calmed down on the cocaine in the last year, not liking the way it made your head and body feel after one too many nights of abuse.

Nikki apparently didn’t like that answer and moved the car again to try and cut you off. “Why didn’t you come home? You went to the audience during the show and then I didn’t see you again. I wake up this morning and you’re not anywhere to be found at my place and I had to find out from fucking blondie of all people that you went home with some rando after hanging out at The Rainbow all night? Since when the fuck do you do that?” Nikki questioned, his voice raising with every sentence. 

You rolled your eyes at his hysterics, answering him with the following statement, “since we’re not together, Sixx, remember? Since you decided to fuck groupie A or B all while knowing I had plans for us last night. So excuse me if I don’t want to fucking be around you right now but you’re not about to leave me sexually frustrated with no outlet. That’s not what this is.”

You pushed past the car and made your way to the front door of the Roxy. You could hear Nikki’s car tires squealing to a stop behind you which only seemed to make you walk faster. As you reached your hand out to the door of the theater, a strong hand caught your arm pulling you to a halt. You were turned around to face Nikki, an unreadable look on his face. You turned your head down at the ground, attempting to avoid his eyes. Knowing that the second you looked into them you’d cave. Nikki knew your avoidance tactics all too well and lifted your chin with his thumb and forefinger, moving a piece of hair out of your face in the process.

“Oh princess, come on. I feel real bad you had to hear that. Come on, forgive the Sixxter. I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” Nikki spoke softly, adding a pout for good measure at the end.

You took a moment to think his proposition through. You both knew that neither of you had a leg to stand on. This was strictly a platonic friends who fuck sometimes, situation. You’d both get over it soon, hopefully. Finally you responded with, “you’ll do that thing with your tongue I like?” a sly smirk appearing on your face, a near identical one matching on Nikki’s.

He did. Multiple times.

Early 1987- Recording of Girls, Girls, Girls

“Hey Tommy, check that out man!”

“What Vince, where!?”

The boys were recording the title song off their newest album “Girls, Girls, Girls” in the studio when Tommy and Vince decided to have some fun. You were waiting on the other side of the glass, wearing short leather shorts and a tank top cut so low on the sides they could see the black lacy bra underneath. During their break they talked amongst each other and decided that they wanted to fill in some of the music section towards the end of the song with a catcall. You happened to be the perfect, and closest, victim.

“Right there, man!”

“Hey!” Tommy followed his exclamation up with a wolf whistle.

“Hey baby you wanna go somewhere?” Vince shouted.

Both boys were making eyes at you, wiggling their eyebrows and Vince even made a v with his fingers and put it in front of his mouth, moving his tongue lewdly causing you to laugh and roll your eyes. Meanwhile, Nikki didn’t find any of their antics amusing. You were his and he couldn’t wait for the fucking song to be over. When the last chords were played and they received a thumbs up from the sound guy Nikki was out the door, practically yanking you out of the seat and over his shoulder.

“Hey! Sixx! Where you going?” Vince yelled, running to the door while Mick and Tommy just laughed in the background. 

“Home!” Nikki responded, giving your ass a slap as the two of you made your way to his car. The whole car ride back to Nikki’s place he could barely keep his hands to himself. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, make you make those little noises he liked so much. When he pulled up at his house and turned the car off he was pulling the door open and heaving you back over his shoulder yet again, completely ignoring your squeals.

The second the door to his house shut behind him, Nikki had you pushed up against it. One hand reaching up to tangle in your hair while the other held you up against the door by your throat. You gasped at the sensation but that quickly turned into a moan as Nikki covered your lips with his in a rough kiss. You kissed back as hard as you could, attempting to gain some form of control over the situation but Nikki was having none of that. He moved briefly to pull your shorts and underwear down to your ankles, which you promptly kicked off, and returned to kissing you. With one hand tangled in your hair, Nikki moved the other that had previously been around your throat in between your legs where you needed him most. He didn’t give you enough time to mentally prepare before he was rubbing his fingers up and down your slit, adding enough pressure to tease what was to come. After rubbing your clit and simultaneously teasing your entrance, Nikki was happy with how wet you were and inserted two fingers, using his thumb to continue the figure eights around your clit. You were coming undone within minutes. Nikki reached into the drawer of the cabinet near his entryway and grabbed a condom, you had made him start keeping them everywhere since the start of your situation. Neither of you wanting a kid yet, or an STD.

You tried to reach down to his pants to help him out but Nikki swatted your hand away. “Not today, goddess. I’m going to fuck you,” he stated, moving his hands to push his pants down his thighs and remove his cock. He moved his hands to your ass, tapping lightly for you to jump. When your legs were wrapped around his waist you released a gasp as Nikki simultaneously groaned, sinking into your wet heat.

“You’re so tight, princess. So tight for daddy, hmm?” he asked, slowly pushing in and out of you. You wanted to answer, really you did. But the way he was moving you’d be lucky if you could get out a coherent sentence. But Nikki wanted an answer, and he was going to get an answer, one way or another. He used one arm to brace the two of you against the door and began to pick up the pace, pounding into you harder. His other hand slipping to your clit, pulling a pornographic moan out of you. “Say it, say you’re mine. Who owns you, princess?”

“You do!” you screamed, almost cumming at the rasp in his voice. Nikki continued fucking you at a ridiculous pace, his fingers moving faster around your clit.

“Say it, princess. Tell me. Tell me who owns this pussy, YN?” Nikki growled, feeling your walls flutter around him, seeing your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you do daddy!” you screamed, not being able to take it anymore, Nikki’s lips pulling up into a cocky smirk.

“That’s right princess. You’re mine. Now cum, baby,” he growled in your ear before kissing you with what had to have been the passion of a thousand suns. You came on command. Your vision blurred with white spots as your walls clenched around him, ultimately triggering Nikki’s orgasm as he spilled into the condom.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t what friends with benefits were supposed to be. You knew that. Nikki knew that. So why the hell did it feel a lot more like the two of you had caught feelings than ever before...

July 1987- Girls, Girls, Girls Tour in Nashville, TN

Two years. It’s been almost two years since you and Nikki started this whole thing right here in Nashville on the Theater of Pain tour. You should’ve known it was a bad idea, getting into a friends with benefits with your best friend and known fuckboy Nikki Sixx. But you ignored all the warning signs. You ignored the pangs you’d feel deep in your heart when he’d sleep with one of the groupies after the shows instead of you. You’d ignore the hurt in your soul you’d feel when you would sleep with some random guy to forget about it. You’d ignored too much now. Ever since Girls, Girls, Girls had dropped and the band had been preparing for tour, you and Nikki had been fighting more. Fighting like a married couple, Tommy had said. That had just pissed Nikki off. Nikki was horribly jealous, going so far as to cockblock you whenever you went out, when he was cognizant of what was going on that is. The sexual frustration was beginning to piss you off. Because Nikki wasn’t doing anything about it. He was sleeping with whoever he wanted to sleep with, but heaven forbid if you wanted to sleep with someone that wasn’t him.

But you weren’t just fighting over who was sleeping with whom, or who WASN’T sleeping with whom. No. Nikki’s heroin addiction had reared its ugly head too many times. Over the last two years you had decided to cut out cocaine completely, leaving alcohol, sex, and the occasional joint as your vices. Nikki had started with dipping his toe in heroin, but now he was head first in the pool on the spoon every day. That’s how you ended up here, the fucking bar where all this started nearly two years ago. You’d pulled Nikki away from some redhead with huge tits after getting a clear look at his face. The man was gacked out of his mind. It was time for this to stop.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YN! COULDN’T YOU SEE THAT I WAS ABOUT TO GET SOME FUCKING PUSSY? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?” Nikki practically screamed, causing angry tears to well up in your eyes. 

“What am I doing? Nikki WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” you responded, throwing his words back at him, “you are gacked out of your FUCKING MIND! You have to fucking stop it with the heroin, Sixx or you’re going to end up dead in your fucking mansion with nobody there to revive you! I don’t want that to happen to you, Nikki,” you added the last bit softly, trying not to garner too much attention.

Nikki scoffed at your concern and rolled his eyes, yanking his arm out of your hold. “Why do you fucking care, YN? You’re sure as fuck not my girlfriend. Hell, the way we fight now, I’m not so sure you’re even my friend anymore. We’re just two people who occasionally fuck.” he spat at you, causing your eyes to widen at his tone. You knew it was mostly the heroin talking but it didn’t hurt any less.

You stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what you would even say. Nikki huffed out a laugh and finished with, “So you can either back the fuck off and let me get back to Natasha over there, or you can get the fuck out of my life. Your fucking choice, princess.”

You were fuming. You were pissed. You knew this situation/relationship/friendship was either going to crash and burn in the future or right now. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you squared your shoulders and looked Nikki in the eye. “Fuck you, Nikki Sixx. Don’t come crying to me when you realize all the mistakes you’ve made have come back to bite you in the ass. Fuck your little heroin addled brain. I just hope for your sake, you don’t wind up dead. Goodbye, Nikki.” you hissed and turned around to head out the door. Nikki didn’t move to follow. Instead, he turned around to go back to Natasha. Mick, Tommy and Vince watched the whole thing go down and chased after you instead.

“YN! Where are you going?!” Vince.

“The bassist is an idiot! Don’t take that out on the rest of us!” Tommy.

“Guys, she’s gotta make the decision that’s best for her. And right now, that’s not us. We’ll see her again one day.” Mick.

You were crying hard at this point but you knew Mick was right. You needed to leave. You needed to leave Nikki Sixx. You needed to leave Mötley Crüe. You needed to make a life for yourself. Maybe one day, you’d be able to see them all again. But now, you needed time.

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the third and final part will be coming soon!

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[arrow487356]

Hybrid Motley Crue pt 2

Also yes I changed how I layed it out, I’m sorry

Cw: some 16 plus parts (will be in red)

Vince: fox

He gives me sly mischievous and tricky, but he also is determined and flirtatious (I looked up some traits of a fox like personally) he is obviously flirty with most women, men, and anyone in between.

As a fox hybrid he is very hyper, and is very vocal (foxes are very talkative) so he will be all around and if you’re smaller then him he will either pick you up in his arms or have you ride his back as he lets out his zoomies, while laughing and smiling.

When he’s in the mood, he’s in the mood, and you would be in a wild ride due to his hyperness. Also he would definitely have either a biting kink or he would love to suck on your fingers.

When he is given the chance he will always scare you. And if you are easily scared or when you get scared and you cry. The first time and you either get hurt or start to sob he will immediately go into sweet mode and comfort you and hold you apologizing many many times. If you aren’t like that, be prepared.

Mick: Cat

There isn’t much of a surprise here. He more quiet and introverted but he still has his moments. He’s more calm then the others in interviews and stories. But he was still insane at times. Cats seem like silent and mean at first, but in reality you’re signing up to a fucking mess of hyperness, mood swings, anger, and aggressiveness.

I can make a whole separate post on how they first met you, so I won’t get into how he was before then. Anyways, he is very loving to you, but at times he will get in a mood where he’s silent and less cuddly. The one issues is that the only way to figure out what was wrong is for him to get some food. He’s one of those cats.

Due to his condition he ends up being less hyper since he can get hurt very easily but when he gets in his hyper mood it ends up in a sloppy messy kisses and handjobs and fingerings/handjobs.

One issue with him is that he has some trauma from the past when he used to live on the streets due to him being a stray hybrid. So at times his mind slips into a fight state and finds thing’s threatening so sometimes you might end up with scratches on your arms. One time he scratched you in the face right after he instantly regret it so he shut himself away.

That’s the end, have a good day. Sorry it took so long.

#motley crue #mick mars #vince neil #fluff #light angst #hybrid #x reader

[tobybestupid]

Masterlist

★ So sorry this took absolutely forever and TOO long to write!

Also, if requesting please add what gender you would like if it is for NSFW!! (Gender neutral is okay too!)

Btw! Please, do not spam like my posts! ★

Before we get into this, info for requests and such!

★ I do nsfw, angst, fluff, ECT.

★ I do NOT allow/do racism, homophobia, rape, icky bodily fluids ect.

★ I will do character x character (if you're reading this I'm doing apex legends now :3)

★ I also do Reader x Character/Band member and/or Character/band member x Reader x Character/band member!!

★ you can request any of the bands that have been mentioned here!

★ hope this makes sense!!

+ if I missed anything I'm so sorry!

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Bands I do

Guns n Roses

Mötley Crüe

KISS

Hanoi Rocks

Megadeth

Other

Apex legends - Maybe coming soon? (IT'S COMING PLS REQUEST!!)

COD mw2-mw3

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Mötley Crüe

All of them together x reader

Mötley x reader hc's

🖤Nikki Sixx🖤

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Taking care of him after tour

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

Big ol' crybaby

Doing so good

⛓️Mick Mars⛓️

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

How to take care of him after tour

Fourth of July with mötley

Please, stay

Bubble bath- with cats?

Peachy Keen

You pampering mötley

Mick Mars x Reader injury (appendix, I think)

NSFW hc's

🌜Vince Neil🌛

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

NSFW Alphabet

❤️‍🔥Tommy Lee❤️‍🔥

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

You're still beautiful

🥀Terror Twins x Reader💣

Terror Twins x Reader hc's 1

Terror twins x Reader hc's 2

Terror Twins x reader hc's 3

Terror Twins x reader hc's 4

Terror Twins x reader hc's 5

Terror Twins x reader hc's 6

Sick!Terror Twins x reader hc's

My turn

So, so good

Cuddle..sex?

Calm down, ey?

(y'all are so hungry for Terror Twins omg...)

Hanoi Rocks

🌚Razzle🌝

Late night kisses

🌺Micheal Monroe🌺

Coming soon!!

🕸️Sami Yaffa🕸️

NSFW Alphabet

Such a tease, huh?

🥀Andy McCoy🥀

Coming soon!!

KISS

💫Paul Stanley💫

Snow

🎭Gene Simmons🎭

Coming soon!

🌌Ace Frehley🌌

Coming soon!

🐾Eric Carr🐾

Coming soon!

Guns n Roses

🎩Slash🐍

Do you love me more?

They fell asleep with your kid

❤️Axl Rose💋

They fell asleep with your kid

Axl x Kurt Cobian sister!Reader hc's

NSFW Alphabet

Cold baby?

Bad day?

🎸Duff McKagan🎸

They fell asleep with your kid

🚬Izzy Stradlin🚬

Sick as a dog

Sweetheart

They fell asleep with your kid

🍿Steven Adler🍿

The, fell asleep with your kid

Paradise City

NSFW Alphabet

Megadeth

🍃Dave Mustaine🍃

Your not my baby

Tour rat

NSFW Alphabet

Call of Duty (COD)

🦴Alex Keller🦴

Coming soon!!

🖤Simon "ghost" Riley🖤

Reader with sensory issues

‼️König‼️

Dating him head cannons

🧼John "Soap" Mactavish🧼

Coming soon!!

🌜Farah Karim🌛

Coming soon!!

🥃John Price🥃

Coming soon!!

🌺Kate Laswell🌺

Coming soon!!

☠️Keegan Russ☠️

Coming soon!!

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[caspers-spook]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

hello! my names cas or casper wtv u wanna call be honestly. i'm pretty new to nsfw tumblr writing but i love writing and i LOVE writing filthy fucking smut. i probably wont commit to multiple chapter stories but i can probably commit to au's and i'll do my best to give you decent length stories/blurbs. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i love getting requests and writing things for people, please read what i will and won't write and who i will and wont write for :)

BOUNDARIES who i WILL write for ; GNR (for any era of the og lineup, esp 80's-90's) ((izzy and steven are personal favorites of mine)) Mötley crüe Dave Mustaine (THE E WILL NOT STAY ORANGE HELP ME. I AM GIVING UP.) will also write member x member i love tons of bands and would try to write for them but i'm autistic and i fixate on these so i wont write for anyone else (may add more people to the list of who i can write for down the line! (PLEASE REQUEST IZZY STRADLIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.) what i will NOT write for ; ddlg / age play , water-sports (pisskink) , scat , no proship stuff at all , suicide , ocs , (cnc is thin ice cause it can look different to different people, will only do if explicitly asked for and given a guide on how they want it done but i wont do anything thats super hardcore) most kinks i will do but i always reserve the right to refuse requests and such. requests will get done by how much motivation i have for each I DO MALE READER TOO! as i am a male reader myself click the button that says " REQUEST / ASK! <3 " to request or ask me anything, anonymously or not.

MASTER LIST! SMUT (will mostly write smut) ANGST (not my favorite to write but if you set a good scene for me i can do it) FLUFF IN DRAFTS Izzy Stradlin pretty tied up Want a cigarette? head canons Steven Adler baking cookies headcanons Axl Rose headcanons cemetery date Slash in drafts Duff McKagen christmas headcanons Dave Mustaine in drafts Mick Mars loving it loud Vince neil in drafts Nikki Sixx in drafts

also follow the tag caspersspook to just see when i post in general if you'd like :) (includes random things, art possibly, updates on writing ect.) i am so pissed some of the coloring didnt work wtf tumblr

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[love-on-mars]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a angst fic abt mick (80s,90s era) literally could be about anything i just never see anyone base a angst fic around him and its always based around the reader so i was wondering if you could write one around mick! Sorry if this request kinda sounds weird ☠️

Hiiii! I’m so sorry if this one is kinda short, it’s also more of hurt/comfort so I hope that’s ok. I set this in the 90s when Mick was having it rough in the band, therefore; angst! Enjoy!

Warings: swearing: talk of chronic illness, sad Mick, angst

Worthless (Mick Mars x Reader)

You heard to front door swing open followed with a grunt and a sigh. Immediately you went over to see your husband of 10 years treading in, looking just as defeated as he has the last few weeks.

Neither of you had to say anything, it was almost funny how intuitive you bother were to each other. It was like you could read each other’s mind, knowing if something was wrong. You looked up at him as you helped him take his coat off, he looked at you with sad, tired eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy.

You pulled him further into your shared home and brougham him upstairs, hearing some soft grunts as he walked up. It broke your heart to hear him in pain, and you knew the AS was getting worse than ever. The worst thing about it is there’s nothing either of you can do to help him.

You offered him some food but he shook his head, opting to take a shower. You offered to help but he said no, he’s always insisted he can care for himself. You know this of course, but offer anyways like how he helps you.

As he came out he got dressed and lays down, a disgruntled sigh escaping his lips. He looked over at you, knowing you wouldn’t sleep until he told you about his once again terrible day in the studio.

“What did they say this time?” You softly asked him, wanting to be as gentle as possible. Recording Generation Swine was hell for him, the producer Scott Humphrey was a real piece of work. Never satisfied with what Mick had to offer, and turning the guys against him. He even said Tommy was a better guitarist than him, Mick had never been so crestfallen during his time in the band.

“What do you think?” He spat, “all I heard today was no, no, no and no. Nothing I contribute to this damn album is good enough for those assholes! Nikki seems to think I can’t play anymore, and said that I’ve always been terrible! They want to use John Corabi on guitar, but what about me?! Don’t I matter?! I’m the guitarist! If this is how they’re gonna be then I might as well just quit!”

You stared at Mick sadly as he ranted, unsure of how to help him. Mick has never been a particularly emotional man, the only time you’ve ever seen him cry was when he shed a tear at your wedding. As he vented you that tears had begun to form in his eyes, and as he finished he sobbed. He didn’t want to quit, he worked too hard to accumulate his fame and fortune. If he quit he would fade into obscurity based on the direction music was taking.

“My damn back doesn’t help. It’s so hard to turn, just putting my guitar strap on is hell. The guys don’t give a shit. They never have.” He sighs. He pauses before looking back at you, “why the hell are you even with me? Im worthless! What do you want from me? Money? Fame? I can’t imagine what else I have to offer you at this point…”

You straddled him and took his face into your hands, wiping away the tears he had shed in his sorrow. “Mick. I could never and will never use you like that, You know that. I married you because I love YOU, Everything that comes with you is just a bonus. You always make me feel happy and loved, no matter what. You’ve proven to be loyal and committed, no matter how tempted you were on tour. You’ve always treated me like the most precious thing on earth, and you listen to me. You aren’t worthless Mick, not to me.”

As he looked up at you more tears fell from his eyes, despite feeling relief about your relationship he couldn’t shake the feelings of inadequacy in terms of the band. The damage the producer and his bandmates were causing was too much. All he wanted was to feel he was still capable as a musician and a member of Motley Crue.

“I feel and look so old though…so worn…” he sighs, placing his hands on yours as he leans into your touch. “I don’t know what to do. All I know is I can’t take this anymore.”

“I know you hate confrontation, but if they are pushing you to tears then you need to say something. If you don’t go down there and speak up I will. I refuse to let them keep abusing you like this, you’re hurting enough as it is.” You say as you kiss away the remaining tears on his face. He chuckles at your bravery, but shakes his head.

“No need for that, Love. I’ll figure this out, somehow.” He gives you a small smile, he’s been through worse. He’ll get through it.

You nod and turn out the lights before laying down next to him and getting under the covers. You lay your arm across Micks torso to hold him close, he wraps an arm around you pull you into him. “Thank you baby. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mick. Everything will be ok.”

#mick mars #motley crue #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #motley crue x reader #1313 #team mick #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil

[sebstanaddict]

Always You

Chapter 18 - Talking to The Moon

Summary : A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan and Female!Reader. Inspired by Sebastian Stan's recent love life.

In this chapter we'll find out what happens to Sebastian after he was forced to break up with reader

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 18 / 22

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, anxiety

Word count : 3.2k

Soho, New York City - December 2021

I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away

I want you back, I want you back

My neighbors think I'm crazy

But they don't understand

You're all I had, you're all I had

At night, when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself

Talking to the moon

Trying to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

Sebastian sat on the window sill of his apartment, looking outside to the night sky above, where the full moon hung low and stars winked at him from light years away. The song Talking to The Moon by Bruno Mars came out of his speakers. It was so poetic and fit his current situation. He had spent every night for the past week after breaking up with Y/n, pining after her, missing her so much, wondering what she was doing and hoping she was okay.

His bad feelings that fateful Monday came true. The worst had happened. He had to leave her again. And worst of all, he had no choice about it. Somehow Ana still had control over his life even if she was far away half way across the world.

He wished he had another option than to obey Ana's wishes. But he was worried about the safety of his mother. Not knowing how serious Ana was about her threats to him, he decided to take the safest option, even if it meant breaking up with Y/n. However, he didn't want Y/n to think that what he did was out of his own free will. He wanted her to know that it was something beyond his control. So he left a hint for her which was a small piece of paper containing Ana's name. He slipped it into the envelope along with the break up letter that Ana had reviewed countless times before finally agreeing to it. He hoped Y/n would find it and understood why he had to leave her.

As he had promised, once he arrived at his apartment he gave Emma a call. He explained the situation to her and begged her to come up with a solution. Ana needed to be stopped. He couldn't bear thinking about having to spend more time with Ana once she gets back from Spain. And he couldn't bear to be away from Y/n. Breaking up with her was the last thing on his mind. She was his everything. There was no way he could ever leave her.

Emma was completely shocked upon knowing Ana had the guts to threaten to hurt Sebastian's mother. She promised that she, Mick and Josh would try to find a way out of the contract. In the mean time, she advised Sebastian to obey Ana's wishes and stayed away from Y/n for the time being.

Sebastian asked Emma to hire someone to guard his mother. Thankfully within 24 hours Emma was able to hire someone. The guard was hired to keep a look out after his mother discreetly. He was to report to Emma everyday and immediately let her know if anything happens to his mother. Sebastian didn't want her mother to panic, so he didn't tell her about Ana's threat and how he had hired a bodyguard to guard her. He wanted her to keep living her life normally. He hoped she would never have to know of Ana's threat on her well being.

One day after he did the unthinkable, he decided to buy a new phone. He couldn't stand not knowing how Y/n was doing. He was hoping they could still talk to each other using a new phone. He hoped Ana wouldn't find out about it. But boy was he wrong.

Sebastian bought a new phone from Amazon. He got the notification on his cellphone that it had been delivered, but clearly it hadn't. He had not received it. He got up from the sofa he was sitting on and opened his front door. There on his front door he found a man, tall, big and burly. He was wearing all black, and had sunglasses and a black cap on. He looked up at Sebastian as he opened the door and smiled at him. He was holding a package in his hand. Apparently he had received the new cellphone Sebastian had ordered.

"Good afternoon Mr.Stan." the man greeted him.

"Who are you? What are you doing in front of my door?" He asked the man coldly. He had a suspicion the man was a replacement of Seth.

"My name is Dylan. Ms.Ortega ordered me to guard you. Including to intercept everything shipped to your home to make sure you still obey what she had asked you to do." The man said.

"What gets sent to me is none of your business. Give that to me!" He extended his hand, demanding for Dylan to give him the package, but Dylan didn't budge.

"I'm going to have to open it first Mr.Stan. It's for your own good." He said.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, trying to contain his anger. He wondered if he could overpower the man. He did a lot of training in fighting after all in preparation for some of his movies. Dylan was just about to open the package when Sebastian hit him on the nose with his fist. Shocked at the sudden attack from Sebastian he dropped the package, but Sebastian caught it before it fell to the ground. He quickly went back inside his apartment and locked the door behind him, bringing the package safely with him.

He was just setting his new phone when his old phone rang. Ana was on the line. His heart plummeted. Dylan must have reported to her about what just happened. He decided to ignore it and continued setting up his new phone. He wasn't in the mood to hear her voice. Especially when she was most likely angry at him for hitting the man she had hired. He let Ana's call went to voice mail. Moments later he received a message from Ana.

"Seb, how dare you hit Dylan! You're gonna pay for this! And I know you just bought a phone. You're going to regret it."

Sebastian read the message and started to panic. He called his mother, wanting to warn her, but she didn't pick up. He was about to call the bodyguard he had hired to protect his mother when Ana sent him a picture. Heart pounding hard, he opened it. It was a picture of his mother's cardigan, laid down on the seat of a car. It was a unique one as it was knitted by hand by his grandmother. There was no other cardigan like it in the world. His heart seemed to stop looking at it. He prayed his mother was okay. He was just about to call Ana when Ana sent him a message.

"Consider this a warning, Seb. This was taken from inside your mom's house. Thank the lucky stars that she wasn't home. Now you know how easy it is for me to command my guy to hurt her if I want to. So don't you dare do anything stupid! Be a good boy until I come back. Or else."

He let out a string of curses as he read the message. Fuming, he put the phone down and rubbed his face, trying to reduce the anger he was feeling. Ana meant it. She really was able to hurt his mom if she wanted. He didn't dare do anything else to jeopardize his mother's safety. So he turned the new phone he just bought off, put it back in the box and set it aside. He then called the bodyguard he had hired to protect his mother, let him know that Ana's guy succeeded in breaking into her mother's house, and asked him to be more alert in protecting his mother.

Cause every night, I'm talking to the moon

Still trying to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

Oh-oh

I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away

Bruno Mars continued to belt the song out of his speakers as his mind wandered back to the events of last week. After that last incident where Ana took his mother's cardigan from her house, he didn't dare to try anything else to contact Y/n. He didn't even ask Edward or his other friends to pass a message to her. He was so afraid for his mother's safety. And so that's where he found himself every night, thinking about her, missing her so very much that he sometimes cried.

He sighed deeply as he continued to look out his window. It was 7 pm, the street was still full of people and cars. He saw a couple pushing a baby stroller on the sidewalk, they were talking with each other, laughing and smiling. He saw another couple across the street, waiting to cross the street. They held a toddler between them with their hands and they smiled at each other as the toddler said something to them. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous looking at them. He wondered when he was going to have a kid. He was almost 40 and yet he was stuck in a PR relationship and he had broken up with the love of his life. If there was anyone who he would like to have children with it was Y/n. He was sure she was going to be an amazing mother, he could feel it. Her caring and loving nature was perfect for raising children. He saw first hand how she was with his niece and nephew back in Constanta. She got along really well with them, and they loved her too. He wondered if they were to really have children what their children would look like. Would they have her beautiful smile and eyes combined with his hair? Or would it be the other way around? He also wondered whether their children would be a boy or a girl. It didn't matter to him whether they had a boy or a girl, as long as they were healthy. But he had always had a soft spot for little girls. If he had a daughter he would spoil her rotten. He would buy her every doll in the toy store. He would take her to ballet classes and music recitals. He imagined that she would look exactly like Y/n, but maybe would have his cleft chin and pointed nose. And maybe her hair would fall in soft waves on her shoulders, like Y/n. He smiled as he imagined her. His future daughter with Y/n.

Just as he was daydreaming about having a daughter with Y/n, he heard his cellphone rang. It was Anthony. Surprised at his call, he picked it up immediately.

"Hello Anthony." He greeted Anthony.

"Seb, you won't believe what I just saw." Anthony said. His voice was low. Sebastian could hear loud music in the background and he couldn't quite make what Anthony said.

"Anthony, I can't hear you. Where are you?" He asked.

"Hold on." Anthony said.

He could hear the background music gradually became more distant as Anthony moved away from wherever he was.

"Seb, can you hear me?" Anthony asked.

"Yeah, man. What's up? Where are you?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"I'm at this night club in Riyadh. You know I was invited for the Red Sea Film Festival and the Sound Storm Music Festival?" Anthony responded.

"Oh yeah.. did you happen to meet Ana?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah, man. That's what I was going to tell you about. I.. uh.. I just saw her go into this private room in this club with this Arab man. Like, just her and this man. I thought I should let you know seeing how you're supposed to be dating her." Anthony said.

Sebastian stood up straighter as he heard what Anthony said.

"Anthony..did you get a picture of them? This is very important." Sebastian said, his heart pounding. He hoped this could help him one way or another.

"No, sorry. It happened so quickly. But you gotta trust me on this. I mean..why would I lie to you." Anthony said.

"I know. I believe you Anthony. But it's not about that. It's a long story and I'll tell you one day. But right now I need you to help me out." Sebastian said.

"Oh okay. What do you want me to do?" Anthony asked.

"Can you get a video or picture of them? It's very very important for me. It can literally safe my life if you can." He replied.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." Anthony said.

"Thanks, man. By the way, if you do get them, send them to my burner email address." Sebastian said.

"Oh, right. Why?" Anthony asked in confusion.

"Ana installed a spying app on my phone. I don't want her to know if you sent me the pictures or videos... On second thought, if you need to contact me again, I have another number. I'll send you my new number." Sebastian said, remembering that he had a new phone he hadn't used that he could use to contact Anthony.

"Okay. She sounds really bad. She installed a spying app on your phone?! That's sick, man!" Anthony said in disbelief.

"I know! Anyway, I'll send you my new number shortly." Sebastian said.

"Okay. I'm just gonna go back inside the club now." Anthony said.

"Thanks Anthony." Sebastian said.

"No problem, Seb." Anthony said then they both hung up.

Sebastian quickly went into his bedroom and grabbed the box containing his new phone. He opened the box, picked up the phone and turned it on. Moments later he sent a text message to Anthony's number, letting him know of his new number.

For the next couple of hours he sat on the sofa in his living room, staring at the new phone which he put on top of the coffee table in front of the sofa. He waited for Anthony to contact him back. Hoping and praying that he got something of Ana that he could use as leverage against her. He tapped his foot impatiently, picking up the phone and returning it back to the table repeatedly, feeling so anxious. Just when he decided to go to the kitchen to get something to drink to calm his nerves, his new phone rang. Anthony was on the line.

"Anthony, did you get it?" He picked it up.

"Hey Seb, yeah I got some footage. I'm about to send them to you." Anthony said.

"Oh wow.. okay.. thank you so much, man. I owe you a lot." Sebastian said and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"No problem, man. She's such a slut I can't believe it. Promise me you gotta break it up with her after this. She brings you a bad name." Anthony said.

"Yeah well, that's what I was hoping to do once I get the footage from you." Sebastian responded.

"Yeah, she's bad news." Anthony said.

"Tell me about it. Anyway, I'm waiting for the video." Sebastian said.

"Oh yeah, sending them to you shortly." Anthony said.

"Thanks again, Anthony." Sebastian said.

"No problem, Seb. Take care." Anthony said.

"You too, man. Thanks." Sebastian said then they both hung up.

Moments later he received several videos from Anthony. He opened the first video. The video was showing Ana, who was wearing a tight sleeveless and short red dress. Her long blonde hair flowed loosely on her shoulders. She was sitting among some people but she was sitting unusually close next to an Arab man. They were talking with each other, heads close to one another. The man whispered something to Ana's ear and she laughed out loud. Then the man put his hand on her thigh and whispered again to her ear. Ana listened to the man intently and smiled slightly. She nodded then stood up, followed by the man. The man held her hand and guided her away from everyone. The video then stopped.

Sebastian then opened the second video. It was showing a footage of Ana, being guided to enter a private room by the same Arab man in the previous video. They both entered the room and closed the door behind them. The video then went to black.

He then opened the third video. It showed Ana getting out of the private room. She was seen fixing the hem of her dress and then combed her somewhat messy hair with her fingers. She looked slightly disgusted. She then walked away from the room. Not long after, the Arab man who went into the private room with Ana got out of the room. He looked satisfied and had a somewhat smug smile plastered on his face. The video then ended.

Sebastian closed his mouth with his hand in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he just saw. He was both, ecstatic and disgusted. He couldn't believe he finally found something to use against Ana. He then remembered Anthony mentioning that he saw Ana and an Arab man entering a private room. But that was before Anthony called him. He didn't have a footage of it. Which meant, she could be having an affair with more than one man. No wonder Anthony called her a slut. He decided to call Anthony back to clarify.

"Hello." Anthony answered on the third ring.

"Anthony, hey. I just saw the footage you sent me..and wow.. I can't believe she actually would do that." Sebastian said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Seb." Anthony said, not knowing full well what the nature of the relationship between Sebastian and Ana was.

"No no..I'm really happy she got caught cheating behind my back. She and I aren't a real couple anyway. We're in a PR relationship." Sebastian explained.

"Wow, really? How come you never told me this?" Anthony asked.

"I'm sorry Anthony, it's supposed to be a secret." Sebastian apologized.

"Oh yeah, okay, that's fine." Anthony said.

"By the way, you mentioned seeing Ana entering a private room before you called me. Was that with the same man in the footage you sent me? Or was she with a different man altogether?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"Different man, Seb. She was with two different men. The first one I didn't get the video of. The second one I sent to you." Anthony said.

"Oh okay. Thanks for clarifying." Sebastian said.

"No problem, man. Sorry I gotta go." Anthony said.

"Okay, thanks again Anthony." Sebastian said.

"Yeah, later man." Anthony said then they hung up.

Sebastian leaned back on the sofa. A large grin on his face. He couldn't believe his luck. He finally had a way out of his contract with Ana! He could finally be with Y/n properly! He decided to call Emma to tell her the good news and perhaps asked her to set up a meeting with Josh and Mick too. They needed to meet up to discuss what to do with Ana's incriminating footage.

Chapter 19 >

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[xx-sikki-nixx-xx]

Dating Vince Neil would include

SFW

Vince may act like he's all that and a bag of chips but he's secretly very emotionally dependant

Loves your perfume so much he wears it sometimes

He steals your makeup

And hair products

He probably uses more shampoo and conditioner than you

And leaves hair on the shower wall

Basically it's like dating a girl with a dick

But acts extra manly to compensate

He is always so excited after shows

So when he gets back to his dressing room he says things like "wasn't that sick" with a big smile on his face

You both make a lot of inappropriate jokes

You two probably tease each other a lot

The king of compliments

He loves to hold you in his arms at night and listen to you breathe

Buys you all the finer things in life

Treats you like a queen

PRANK WARS

Would kiss your feet if asked

He proposed on stage

You could hardly hear him over the cheers of the crowd

You guys have a beach wedding in summer

It ends up with everyone swimming in their formal wear

A honeymoon trip to Italy

You guys didn't have kids for a long time because the wounds of Skylar still haunted him

But eventually you have a little boy

You name him Spencer

He's just like his daddy in every way

He buys you a house in the hills and you all have the life you deserve together

NSFW

Definitely has a pet name for you

A total switch tbh

Is 100% down to try anything you want (and probably enjoys all of it)

Want's to do the dirty all the time

Like I mean this man has the HIGHEST sex drive

Wants to do it in very public locations and "try" not to get caught

Secretly loves getting caught

Especially when it's by his band mates

Mick is traumatized

Loves giving and receiving head

Will go down on you just to get a blowjob in return

Will swear to the high heavens he can tell when your horny because you "get this look in your eye"

Actually has no clue

Sex with Vince lasts hours so just prepare for that

#vince neil #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #motley crue #mötley crüe #mötley crüe imagine #mötley crüe imagines #mötley crüe smut #mötley crüe fluff #mötley crüe angst #mötley crüe x reader #motley crue imagine #motley crue imagines #motley crue smut #motley crue fluff #motley crue angst #motley crue x reader #vince neil imagine #vince neil imagines #vince neil smut #vince neil fluff #vince neil angst #vince neil x reader

[munsons-melody]

flinch

summary: you flinch during a fight with eddie

pairing: eddie x female!reader

cw: angst w a fluffy ending, thoughts of abuse

word count: 1.5k words

a/n: wrote this v quickly so it’s not really proofread or anything. i could’ve done it better but i’ve been soo busy :/ might rewrite later

masterlist

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you were in eddie's trailer, wayne had just left for work 10 minutes ago, and already you were in some silly little fight with eddie which you didn't expect to escalate how it did

"it's just sometimes guitar players think they're better than everyone else" you stated and eddie rolled his eyes, taking it as a personal jab to his skills

"okay but they almost make the band" he responded from the kitchen, hearing the clank of dishes as the water ran from the faucet

"okay but most of the time they are just assholes who just care about the sex, drugs, and rock n roll life style" you shrugged

"so you think i'm an asshole?" he responded back with a sharp tone and you shook your head

"no i'm talking about the people like mick mars who are so doped up and sleep with hundreds of women and just act like a douchebag" you said with a matter of fact tone

"well it kinda sounds like you're implying that i'm going to turn out like them" he snapped, turning off the water and drying his hands

"no! god no, i'm not saying that! i'm saying once in the spotlight, most people turn into assholes like that" you said, trying your best to stay calm

"so once my band makes it big, you're what- just gonna leave since you think it'll happen to me?" he questioned, turning the corner to meet you in the living room

"of course not! why would you say something like that?" you asked with a louder tone

"well it sounds like that's what you're expecting!" he said, starting to shout

"im not expecting it to happen!" you said, your voice growing to match his

"yeah well i'm pretty sure those 'friends' of yours think it will, they already think i'm in a satanic cult about to sacrifice you" he told you with a sarcastic growl, grabbing some extra dishes he found on the small table to put in the sink

"what the fuck is that about" you asked confused, remembering the party in which you two had met up with a couple of your girl friends but failed to recall them talking about that certain subject

"yeah you didn't hear what they said? we were at that party at steve's house the other night, and they started talking about how i'm some trailer trash wannabe rockstar" he angrily said, flipping on the water to keep working on the leftover dishes from the previous night

"okay first off, i never heard them say anything like that! second, why were you even hanging out with my friends if i wasn't there?" you rebutted, questioning him

"because i was trying to be a caring boyfriend and find you since robin said you looked a little too drunk and i didn't want you to hurt yourself" he snapped back

the volume of the argument kept escalating, which brought knots to your stomach. you hadn't really had fights with eddie and now that you're in one, you badly wanted to go back to how it was

"well i'm sorry i was trying to enjoy myself at the party but also i have never heard them say anything like that before in my life" you told him, starting to pace around, not knowing what else to do

"oh great and now you're defending them, what- do you agree with them?" he asked as you started to pick up empty cans and put them in the bin

"i do not agree with anything they said! but i've known those girls for a good few years now and i know they wouldn't say that about anyone" you tried and he laughed, putting his head down

"you are unbelievable!" he screamed and that's when you didn't care if you started yelling, the anger bubbling up inside you

"oh really so you want to talk about what friends have said about us? okay, well remember that time we were at the hideout and your friend hank said that he liked your other girlfriend before me better and was annoyed that you're whipped for some girl who was less pretty than she was!" you screamed, tears pricking in your eyes

you remembered that moment all too well when hank mentioned how much prettier eddie's ex girlfriend was, and your heart sank but you laughed it off, coming up with some smart comeback to brush off the pieces of your shattered confidence

"that was a joke! you even laughed!" eddie rebutted, slamming a cabinet door shut. you flinched at the loudness of it but he didn't see with his back turned to you

"i only laughed because i was uncomfortable! i didn't know what else to do!" you said, wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek

eddie angrily stomped out of the kitchen to his room and you followed, blinking away tears

"and i also don't exactly remember you defending me and telling him off!" you screamed and he turned to look at you

"because i didn't know you were uncomfortable!" he screamed back, looking around his desk for something

"well you should know from common sense that anyone hearing that would not find it amusing!" your anger was consuming you as you watched eddie throw a shirt from his desk to his bed

"well i guess i'm just not a very good boyfriend then!" he said throwing his arms up in the air

you stepped back, bringing your arms up in a defensive stance as your head turned, somehow expecting there to be an impact from his hand

eddie realized what happened as he stared at you with wide eyed and you slowly moved your head to look at him with your arms still up

you moved your arms down as eddie just stood there in shock, and you moved to wipe a couple more tears of frustration from your face

"y/n... did you think i was going to hit you?" he asked softly, a huge change in tone from what you previously were hearing, his stance deflating

you gulped put a small "no" not wanting him to think that you'd think he'd do such a thing. you knew he would never, but it was a natural reaction that you instantly regretted

"baby i..." he trailed off, taking a small step forward towards you. you didn't move back which he took as a good sign

"you know i would never ever do that to you, right?" he asked, taking another small step forward and putting a hand on your arm which was intertwined with your other arm, folded across your chest

"i know..." you muttered out, moving your head to look away from him, keeping your arms crossed

"can i please hold you?" he asked gently and you nodded, slowly moving your body into his open arms as he wrapped them around you, engulfing you into a giant bear hug

a few more tears fell down as he held you close to his body, and you leaned your head into his chest

"i'm so so sorry for yelling and getting mad, and i'm sorry i didn't defend you when hank said that bullshit, i love you so so so much" he spoke softly, his hand coming up and gently placing it on the back of your head

“and i want you to know that i promise you i would never hit you or do anything of the sort, i’m so sorry you thought that” he said with a shaky voice

"i'm sorry too," you started to apologize, feeling guilt run through your veins from not defending him earlier, and for reacting the way you did

"i didn't realize they said those things, and i know for a fact you aren't going to end up like mick mars or nikki sixx or any of those drug abusing rockstars, well maybe only with the level of rock n roll fame part, not the drugs" you joked with a sniffle

"and what about the sex?" he said with a chuckle, and you moved your body to face him, wrapping his arms around his waist and you moved your eyebrows up in a surprising way, pushing your head back in slight confusion

"you know, sex, drugs, rock n roll- they're a package deal... and obviously there's gonna be no drugs- well okay maybe weed, then a huge amount of rock n roll fame... what about the sex?" he joked making you smile with a small giggle

"well maybe, only if you'll still love and want me when you're big and famous" you told him with a small laugh, a smile growing on his face

"oh baby i will always love you and want you for the rest of my days" he said sweetly before leaning in and giving you a small kiss

when he pulled away he looked into your eyes, a hand moving to the back of your neck

"then show me how much you mean it," you said with a small smirk as he pulled you in for another kiss

he leaned in, kissing you passionately, his tongue fighting with yours as you moved you hands to slightly scratch down his back

"i- love- you" he said between breaths as he continued to kiss you, and you knew he really meant it

fin.

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[madiisixx]

Send in some scenarios you’d like me to write a little blurb about! I feel like I’m in the writing mood when I get home this weekend

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[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Love on The Brain (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

A/N: Hey y’all. Sorry it’s been so long, I’m on vacation. I wrote this all on my phone so I apologize if it’s a bit rough. I’ll write a better one when I get back. Enjoy!

You hated your fights with Nikki. They almost always started over stupid shit like whose turn it is to do the dishes or where someone put something. However, a small amount of the time, it is over more heavy topics. Recently, the heavy topics have been becoming more and more prevalent.

It was your turn to take out the trash this week. When you went to collect it from under the sink, the bag broke and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels fell to the ground. You don’t drink whiskey but you know someone who enjoyed a casual glass. Or a fucking bottle. You hated when he drank. He became belligerent and mean, the opposite of the man you would wanted to be with. And you had talked to him before about his drinking. This of course led to a big fight which resulted in you locking yourself in the bathroom and weeping in the bathtub. You knew you were acting like a child and Nikki did too, causing him to take an equally as childish action: kicking down the door to comfort you and tell you he will limit his drinking.

Another lie though. Of course he lied. That is all he seemed to do nowadays. You never knew where he was or who he was with or what he was doing anymore. He would just leave at all hours of the night and come back as a shell the man you loved. You were beginning to hate him and person he was becoming.

You threw the garbage back into the barrel but held onto the empty bottle. You stormed up the stairs to his office, kicking the door open. Nikki whipped around in his chair and stared at you, putting his bass down. His eyes were glazed over and his skin was pale. You didn’t have to think twice about what he was doing.

“What’s up babe?” He truly had no idea what he had done to set you off. You then held up the empty bottle of Jack.

“What the fuck is this?” His eyes went wide for a millisecond before normalizing.

“Where’d you find that?”

“At the bottom of the trash. Now don’t avoid my question and answer me.” You paused, “What. The. Fuck. Is. This?”

“What do you think it is?” He really did not seem to understand the severity of his bullshit.

“Nikki we talked about this,” You threw your arms down in frustration, “Your drinking has been out of control recently and it’s making you a shitty person to be around.”

“You don’t need to be here if you think I’m a shitty person.” He was twisting your words words and throwing them back at you without any context.

“You’re not a shitty person, Nikki.” Your grip tightened on the bottle, “You’re shitty when you’re drunk.” Which now seems to be all the time.

“I’m the same exact fucking person. I just like to party. You know that,” He looked around anxiously, his eyes bulging from his head. “I need a cigarette.” His hand went into his pocket and you could tell he was about to leave.

“No you can’t fucking use a cigarette break as an excuse,” Your voice was beginning to rise. “Especially when we’re in the middle of a goddamn fight.”

“This is the same fight we always have, (Y/N),” He got up from his chair, thrusting his bass to the ground. “And I’m getting fucking tired of having to live up to your standards.”

“My standards?” You grip the bottle harder, “I just don’t want to always be taking care of an alcoholic. Nikki, you’re dirty and rude when you’re drunk. That’s pretty normal standards.”

“And you know I’m not an alcoholic. You just think you’re better than me. Just because you work some big corporate job doesn’t make you superior. Why are you even here (Y/N)?” You felt your body pause and stiffen. “You’re nothing like the girl I met. I’m beginning to think you only are around me to brag about how you’re fucking me.”

At that, the bottle left your hand and hit the wall besides Nikki’s head. How fucking dare he say that. He does not have a right to say how you feel or think, especially when he is never even here. You both just stared at each other, breathing heavy and not breaking eye contact.

“You know what?” You stayed connected to his eyes, “I think I might finally leave.” And at that, you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

“Good! Get the fuck out.” You heard yelled at the door. You couldn’t be near him. You ran into the bedroom and locked the door behind you. You had nowhere to go. You had no idea what leaving entailed. So, you leaned against the wall and let the tears begin to run down your cheeks. You didn’t want him to hear you be weak.

God, why did you go into the bedroom? All his stuff was here. His clothes, his guitar, his smell, you couldn’t physically get away from him. Fuck him and his music. You got up off the floor and reached for the guitar, ready to destroy it. The neck was in your hand when you accidentally plucked a string, hearing an E ring throughout the room. You forgot how much you loved to play guitar. It has been years since you even touched a guitar, you just haven’t had time with your job. You sat down on the ground and took a nice long look at the instrument in your hand. You traced the body with your finger tip and thought about all the songs you’d written.

Nikki never knew you loved to sing. When you met him, you had just realized that your career in music could never work out. Nothing was turning up and you had to start making actual money. Maybe that’s why you resented him a bit. He did what you could never do, music.

You nestled the guitar between your arm and your leg and began plucking the notes to the last song you wrote, “Love on The Brain.” You wrote this song after your first fight with Nikki, and now it felt especially relevant.

“And you got me like oh/

What you want from me?” You let the song quietly leave your lips.

“And I’ve tried to buy your pretty heart but the price is too high/

Baby you got me like oh.” The song started to come out with more passion.

“You love when I fall apart/

So you can put me together and throw me against the wall” The tears were flowing.

“Baby you got me like oh oh oh/

Don’t stop loving me/

Don’t quit loving me/

Just stop loving it babe.” You closed your eyes.

“Oh and babe/

I’m fist fighting with fire just to get close to you/

Can we burn something baby/

And I’ll run for myself just to get a taste.” You didn’t hear Nikki unlock the door.

“Must be love on the brain/

That’s got me feeling this way/

It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good that I can’t get enough/

Must be love on the brain/

And it keeps cursing my name/

No matter what I do I’m no good without you and I can’t get enough/

Must be love on the brain.” You finally noticed him when you opened your eyes. He was staring at you, silent, a rare sight for you to see especially after a big fight. You stared right back, unsure of what to do next. He took a step towards you and sat down right in front of you, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered there and you stayed still, holding the guitar like a shield.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered. You blinked as he moved his hand down to your cheek. “You know I didn’t mean any of it.” You look down at your lap and move the guitar away, placing it on the ground beside you.

“It’s ok...” You were hesitant. At that he pulled you into his arms and held on tight, tight enough so you couldn’t leave his grasp.

“No it’s not,” His hand traced circles on your thigh, “You are the most important person in the world. (Y/N), I love you so damn much, it makes me do dumb shit.” You looked back up and him and smiled, even though you didn’t know if it was right.

“Me too.” His grip would not loosen on you.

“And if you ever sing again, please sing to me,” He put his lips to your ear, “Because I love your beautiful voice.”

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[noir-porker-parker-holland]

The Cheating Groupie

John deacon x roadie

a/n this took me like three days to write

wc: 5.1k this is the longest thing i’ve ever written

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You were a roadie not a groupie, get it right! You've been on multiple tours, with multiple bands and unique artists. 

You were the only one in the business that could actually handle difficult bands without threatening to quit. Your favorite band however was Queen. You've helped Bowie, Certain Beatles, and even Elton John. And for the record Elton throws some rockin' parties.

But here you were trying to sleep on the Queen's tour bus but of course you can hear Roger's groupie's laughter as he told some dumb joke, Brian's soft strumming of his guitar, and Freddie's snores. Of course John was just sitting and reading. 

Out of everybody in the band, you and John were the closest. But second to him was always Rog. You jumped out of your bunk and went over to John. He tore his eyes away from his book and saw you, "hey kid, what's up?" He always called you kid even if you were only a year younger than him. "I'm bored and Roger's groupie is making me annoyed." He shrugged. "What'd you want to do then?" You shrugged, "Scrabble?" You smirked. 

Two hours later you were yelling at Deaky for getting a triple word score. "Jesus, is that even a fucking word! I mean-" you were cut off by a shirtless Roger coming into the room, "can you two please shut up. Bloody hell. I'm over her about to do something and you two are ruining it." You laughed. "Well excuse us for ruining your moment with that chick." He sighed, "Her name is Chrissie! Get it right!" As he turned back to leave a fully clothed Chrissie came in as well, "It's Crystal! Take your own god damn advice you fucking ass!" She sat on the couch and Roger groaned. You looked at Deaky and laughed at his misfortune. 

You went back to your game and by the end it was almost three in the morning. You said your goodnight to Deaky and left him with a kiss on the cheek before going to your bunk and falling asleep. 

The incoming week would be the end of the tour. So you got your work done so you could relax the following three weeks before going on tour with the next band. 

You stood on stage as Deaky told you he was having trouble with his amp. You hunched over it, connected some wires and presto his amp was fixed. 

You sat in the dressing room as you waited for them to get ready so you could usher them to the stage. "Where the hell is Roger?" You asked the only boy that was actually ready to perform: Deaky. He grabbed your hand and led you to a door outside of the dressing room. You could hear ungodly moans coming from inside. You looked at Deaky, "should we?" He shrugged and nodded. You opened the door swiftly and instead of seeing Crystal and Roger it was a brunette with her shirt off. "Ugh Roger you're on in ten and you," you glanced at the girl. "Have some dignity, do it quicker and way more quietly." Deaky stifled a laugh as you led him towards the stage swaying your hips as you did so. 

"And here they are her Majesty: Queen!" The announcer said. They boys walked up the stage and started to play amazingly. 

The concert was amazing but that was to be expected. There were only two more concerts left in the tour before you were on break.  You waited in the dressing room for them to come back but to be expected only ¼ of the band came back. "Freddie is already at the phone calling Mary, Brian found someone, and Roger found someone." You sat up. "And you didn't." He shook his head. "You are much better company." You scoffed, "you'd rather have me here with you playing Scrabble, instead of a girl who can be sucking you off?" He looked at you, "You actually care about me.” You smiled, “Aww Deaks, jeez you’re such a sap.” He chuckled, “Only for you kid.” 

You and Deaky walked to the hotel together since you knew the other three boys wouldn’t be joining you due to their activities. “Alright if you had to fuck one of the boys who would you fuck?” You looked at Deaky. “Roger,” He started and you giggled. “Because due to the sounds the girl made while they were in the closet, he knows how to use his hands.” You laughed loudly at his bluntness. “What about you?” He asked you, “i can’t say that! That’d make it weird!” He scoffed, “Come on, I won’t say anything.” You sighed. “Ok, i can’t say Roger because he just fuck me and then forget about me. I wouldn’t say im attracted to Brian so no. And Freddie has a girlfriend, so that leaves, uh you,” You heard him chuckle. “ mean like, you are considerate, and I guess that’s how you’d be..in bed. And I just know you’d be a legit sweetheart about it.” He chuckled. 

You looked over at him, “Did I get it on the nose?” he chuckled again. “Well i mean if it were you, definitely. So yes, on the nose.” You blushed but luckily the night sky didn’t give you away. Did you like Deaky? ...ok yes but you knew he didn’t like you back so oh well. 

Deaky’s Pov (for just a quick sec) 

Did you like y/n? No duh. She’s cool, she’s smart, and actually likes bass more than guitar. OH and she plays bass, so win-win. 

So when she said she’d shag me...my heart fucking stopped. Like i’m not kidding, i honestly thought she’d choose Roger because… it’s Roger i mean come on. She’s my best friend so i knew she wouldn’t choose me but what are the fucking odds. SHe did. 

Ok so, here’s the story:

The first time Miami introduced us to y/n, my first thought was ‘huh she’s really beautiful’ five seconds later it turned into, ‘She plays bass!!!’ . 

“She’s your new tech Roadie.” Miami told us. My heart stopped, woah woah woah stop the story real quick: My heart stopping should be a common theme in these sort of things, ok continue. ANyway, we all stood up and looked at the youngster that walked through the door. 

“Hello, I’m y/n your new roadie.” She told us. Hmm she seems nice. “Roger taylor pleased to meet you, love.” He looked her up and down unapologetically, I rolled my eyes. “Hey not to be rude but my eyes are up here not on my boobs.” I stifled a laugh. She was in a white tight bell sleeved shirt, black bell bottoms and her ,soon to be trademarked, black platform boots. “Brian may,” He shook her hand, “don’t really know what to say but uh, nice to meet you.” And next Freddie. Instead of shaking her hand he gave her a hug which she was surprised by, “Hello darling, Freddie Mercury is the name.” He started but what interrupted by Miami. “I’ll leave you guys to mingle.” He walked out of the room and Freddie started his interrogation. “So darling how old are you?” 

She smiled, “18,” You didn’t exactly know what to say. “So what are you majoring in at school?” Brian asked. she  sighed, “My mom wants me to be in biology,” She started, “but you don't want to.” freddie finished. You nodded. “I like to play bass and stuff. Or even be an electrical engineer but I know biology is not what i want to do. I already know some electrical stuff because my dad’s actually an electrical engineer so he taught me but i know my mom wouldn’t want me to.” 

Freedie clapped his hands suddenly, “Speaking of electrical engineer, basses, and not wanting to do what their parents wanted them to do, here is our bassist Mr. John Richard Deacon.” SHe smiled at him. “Hello, pleasure to meet you.” She stuck her hand out. I couldn’t speak for some reason, I cleared my throat as I finally found my voice. “Nice to meet you.” I shook her hand. “So you play bass?” She nodded. “Have since I was in high school.” I nodded and walked back to sit on the amp to toy with my bass. 

I cursed myself mentally for being so shy and not being able to talk to a fucking girl. THen i knew, I was head over heels for this girl. 

End of story. Anyways there you have folks the day I fell for this her. 

You and Deaky walked to the hotel in silence, a comfortable silence. He opened the door to the hotel for you and sighed because it was the end of the night for you two. “So what do you want to do now?” Deaky asked. You shrugged, “wanna come to my room?” he shrugged but nodded nonetheless. You didn’t know what came across you to invite him but you did anyways. 

You sat your bed as Deaky flopped down next to you. “What do you want to do Deaks?” He shook his head and leaned it on your shoulder. “Tv?” You shook your head. “Scrabble?” you shook your head again. “Hmm, wanna take a nap?” You actually looked at him, “It’s nearing midnight, if we take a nap, I'm out for the night buddy.” He chuckled, “now would that be such a bad idea?” You shook your head. “Fine go get ready and come knockin’ on my door when your done.” you nodded and left to change. 

You pulled up your sleep shorts as Deaky knocked on the door. You opened the door and he was wearing grey sweats and a blue faded shirt. You were in a black long t-shirt, that you stole from Roger, and small pink sleep shorts. 

"So," you started. "Wanna get in?" You motioned to the bed as you opened the door wider for him. He flipped onto the bed as you closed the door. You turned around and Deaky was striking a pose on the bed, "Draw me like one of your french..boys, y/n." He said sultrily. "I would but you aren't naked Soo." You teased as his face went crimson. You walked over to him and laid down next to him. "We should probably get under the covers." Deaky told you. You sighed and you both moved off the bed to get under the covers. 

You laid there stiff due to the fact that you didn't know how to position yourself to not make Deaks uncomfortable. "Kid," Deaks started. "You seem quite stiff. Are you ok?" You sighed. "Ok fine," You sat up, "I don't know exactly what to do when two friends sleep together."  He chuckled. "Alright come here." He opened his arms and you immediately obliged. You might as well. He felt you relax in his arms and he smiled. "Well for one, you could've just asked to cuddle." You chuckled. "Night night Deaks." He uttered a goodnight just as you were drifting off. Ah this was the dream. 

The next week wound up sort of the same. You and Deaky would party together after concerts, walk to the hotel together, and sleep in the same bed. You both alternated from his or your bed throughout the week. But of course, neither of you revealed your feelings to each other. The last day of the tour was sort of the hardest. You and him knew you wouldn't see each other in a while so you both just tried to make it the best. You here you were in a cab together as he was taking you home. "I've been needing to get something off my chest for a while now," he started, you nodded. "I really like you, like a lot. And I understand if you don't like me back but um I just thought you should know." 

You stared at him like a wide eyes doe, he tried to gauge your reaction but none came. "Uh I guess I'll go then." You grabbed his wrist as he turned around and kissed him immediately. He was still stunned but kissed you back with the same amount of passion. "Hey how about instead of me going home, I'll stay here for a bit." You nodded eagerly and ran back to the cab to lug his luggage out. Needless to say you had lots of things to make up for the time on tour. 

Those three weeks with Deaky were amazing. Just amazing. Today you were just accompanying John to meet up with the boys. 

"So y/n with who are you going on tour with now?" Brian asked as you all were sitting at a table. "Uhm you don't know 'em." You bit your nails nervously. "Oh come on darling, just tell us. We aren't that old to know newer bands." You cleared your throat. "Mötleycrüe."  You mumbled. "Uh, love, who did you say?" You cleared your throat again. "Uh Mötley Crüe." Their shocked faces said it all. "You're going with Mötley Crüe?!" Roger shouted. "Yes Roger, Mötley Crüe." 

"You can't go with Mötley Crüe!" Roger said flabbergasted. "And why not Roger?!" He scoffed. "Do you know how they are?" You scoffed. "Yes Roger I know!" You looked at John, as well as Brian and Freddie who was just sitting there trying to make sense of the situation. 

To you, his girlfriend was going on tour with a great band  who are so sweet to you. 

To John, his girlfriend was going on tour with another band. 

To Roger, Deaky's girlfriend will no longer be his girlfriend by the end of the tour because you'll end up sleeping with either, Nikki, Tommy, Vince or hell even Mick. "And why Roger are you of all people so worried about me going on tour with Mötley Crüe?" He stared at you, "A: because you are dating my best friend, b: because I know how they are, and c: because they are just like me!" You chuckled. "And in what aspect?" You smiled annoyed. "They sleep with other people's girlfriend and then by the end of it, the girl that they slept with end up being their girlfriends. So excuse me if I'm worried about you aka John's girl. So John please say something to her!" You looked at John pleadingly. 

"Y/n I have to side with Rog, I know them. He has a point." Brian cleared his throat. "When do you leave?" You cleared your throat. "three days." Roger laughed humorlessly. "Look John, you have three more days left of your girlfriend before she's someone else's." That was it, that set you off. "Look do you really think so lowly of me that you think I'll sleep with someone else?" He shrugged. "Maybe because you're such a slut." Your eyes widen at the comment. "Do you think of me that way?" You said quietly to John. He didn't say anything but that was enough. "Well if you all think of me that way well goodbye, I'll see you 7 months." You grabbed your jacket and your purse and left the room fuming. 

"What did you do?!" John snapped at Roger. "Protecting you." He said simply. "Protecting me or ruining my relationship with a girl I was pining over for, for months." He said annoyed. "Well excuse me for trying to save your relationship before it gets ruined." Roger argued. John got up and threw his hands up. "Now you gave her a reason to! I trust her, Roger! She isn't one of your Groupie's!" Roger put his hand up, "this isn't about me, John! It's about you and your girlfriend! Trust me Mötley Crüe is a band that will destroy relationships, like yours!" Oh no, he had a point. What if they do end up fucking my y/n? It took me like 8 and a half months to get me to tell her I liked her, who knows what'll happen then. I got up from the table and walked into Freddie's room because it was closest. As I was about to slam the door, a hand stopped it and Freddie stopped it. "John we need to talk about our certain situation with our dear y/n." He started. I waved my hands, "And what? Are you here to tell me that y/n leaving me? Tell me I'm so fucking dumb for letting her go touring with Mötley Crüe? What are you here to tell me, Fred?!" He shouted. Freddie put his hands on his hips and looked at his friend, "you must me so fucking daft to think y/n would leave you. I've known her before you even met her and I know she's loyal. To her friends, family, boyfriend's. And trust me when I say she's a bit too loyal. Like when her ex cheated on her, she was going to continue on with the relationship but we realized he was a deadbeat boyfriend," he sighed. "Darling what I'm saying is that, she'll be loyal to you till the grave, unless you do something dumb." I chuckled. He actually made me feel a bit better. She's leaving in three days and I can't even see her till then. 

You walked home and laid on the couch eyeing the phone. You wanted to call John but didn't know if you should. So you just sat there. The phone rang and you were answering the phone I'm a flash of lightning. "Y/n speaking." You answered. "Hi I'm Mötley Crüe's manager I wanted to clear a few things with you on Thursday (the day before you leave). Is that alright?" You nodded though he couldn't see you. "Yes of course, when and where would you like to meet?" He hummed. "Uh what about Mister's Pub at 4?" You wrote that down on a piece of paper you had lying around. "Yes sir. Would I be seeing the entire band or just you?" You asked. "Just me," he told you. "Thanks sir...alright now goodbye." You hung up the phone and saw that you wouldn't be able to see Deaky before you leave. You mentally cursed yourself as you walked to your room. Your apartment felt odd now, you had Deaky at your apartment for a week before he went home and even then he'd still come over but now things got fucked up. And all because of Roger! How could he do that? He had no right too! You took a deep breath as you sat on your bed. 

Thursday came soon and by now you were almost done packing whatever you need for the tour. For the meet with their manager you put on some patterned pants, a white shirt, and some black platformed boots. You walked to Mister's Pub and saw Doc standing there. "Hello y/n lovely to see you again." You smiled, "likewise." You sat down in a booth with Doc sitting across from you. "So is there something you need me to do other than be an actual roadie?" He looked at you confused. "Last time that I toured with them, you made me make sure they aren't getting into trouble. Do you want me to do it again?" You asked. He laughed, "as great as a job you did last time, Mötley Crüe isn't going to listen. They're not that band that had too big of an ego for a band that hadn't even been heard of. Their ego matches the size of the crowds they play for now. Now, all I want you to do is be a legitimate roadie not a groupie. Don't sleep with any of them. They're bad enough as it is. Just do your job and you'll be fine." You let out a breath as he went on to tell you the schedules etc. 

You went home and sat in your empty apartment, procrastinating packing before tomorrow. It was the evening and you had to get up early tomorrow. Instead of wallowing in your feeling while sitting on the couch, you decided to wallow in your feelings while packing. 

It was nearing midnight and you looked at your luggage. You thought of Deaky. The fact that you'd be leaving for 6 months was scary. Especially since your relationship just started. Who knew what would happen? Did you trust him? Of course but things always happen. Whether they're good or bad, they always happen. You finally managed to drift off as you thought of him. 

Your alarm ripped through the pleasant sleep. You groaned as you got up to shower. When you stepped out of the shower you grabbed a nice white sweater that was too big for you, a pair of blue overalls, frilly socks and a pair of white sneakers. You grabbed your luggage and hailed a cab to drive to the address of where the tour bus was. 

You stepped out of the cab and saw the four of them immediately. You strolled over to them but none of them saw you. "Y/n! You're here great! Boys you remember y/n from a little while ago." They nodded as they looked you up and down. "Hello y/n." Tommy said checking you out. "Hey." You nodded at him, "you still single?" He put his arm around your shoulder but you pushed it off. "Nah man, got myself a guy." He laughed, "and who is this clown you got?" You furrowed your brows slightly. "Why would you care? And it's John Deacon." He chuckled. "because baby you and I got history. And what does this John deacon even do? Construction?" You smiled. "This John Deacon is the bassist of Queen, Tommy." His smile vanished. "Oh so you have heard of him and his band." Nikki placed a hand on his shoulder and Vince and Mick snickered. "Tommy just lay off, she's got a dude." Vince laughed, "never knew you care whether a girl had a dude or not." Nikki smirked. "I don't but she's nice so I will right now." You smiled, "Oh my stars, Nikki Sixx is such a saint." You said sarcastically. 

That night you and Mick were just talking and soon enough here comes Tommy to try and hit on you again. "Haha yeah that's funny Mick. So y/n what ya gonna do with your boyfriend?" You exchanged a 'sorry' glance with Mick. "Well when I see him at the end of the tour I'm going to celebrate my homecoming." You smiled at the thought. "Bet he hasn't done it like we have." He told Mick. Yes you and Tommy had history but like it always happened he cheated on you. "Yeah he's done it better." Mick snickered.  

"Y/n wanna play a game with me and Vince?" Nikki shouted. "If you'll excuse me Tommy, I'm going to play a game with guys that don't constantly hit on me." He grabbed your wrist before you got up to leave. "I will make you mine again because I miss you." You yanked your wrist away from him and stared him down. "No you don't, trust me." 

"What took you so long?" Nikki asked. "Tommy keeps thinking I'm going to run back to him but he's delusional." You sat down next to him. 

Throughout the entirety of the tour Tommy tried to get back together with you, even though you constantly told him, you were with Deaky!!! Everytime you needed to get away from Tommy, you'd usually hang with Vince or Nikki. If they weren't fucking groupies. 

Soon enough the last concert was here before you're on a plane home to you boyfriend. Eesh, you couldn't wait. "Y/n please do me a favor and go get Nikki and Vince from their shared dressing room." You nodded and walked down the hall to Nikki and Vince's dressing room. You knocked on the door and came on in. Nikki was putting on his shirt and Vince was wrapping a bandana around his neck. "Guys you guys need to head out now." You turned around as you heard them say your name. "Hey we don't know how long it'll be till we see you again so we wanna make it good." Nikki said before he leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. You pushed him back and furrowed your brows, "what the hell do think you're doing?!" You shouted. "We were fighting about who'd get you so we compromised and realize we can both get you." Vince told you. "A threesome?! No! Hell no!" You said about to walk about but one of them grabbed your wrist. "haven't you ever thought about doing it with a real rockstar?" You scoffed, "yes but I'm with a real rockstar unlike you! I'm leaving." You walked out the door and headed to your hotel room. 

The only one from the band you talked to was Mick. He was the only one that was actually nice to you. All you wanted to do was go home into the arms of your boyfriend. Only question was: should you tell John about what happened between you, Nikki, and Vince. 

The flight home was awkward for you given that 16 hours ago Nikki had kissed you and now he was in the airplane bathroom fucking a girl. And Vince, well he had a girlfriend so. 

You walked out of the airport and tried to jail a cab but to no avail. "Hey wanna ride with us?" Nikki asked you. "Ride with you or ride you because at this point you can't tell which is which." You told him. "Look I'm sorry about that. I wasn't thinking, and well I'm sorry." You sighed, "apology accepted, I guess." You hopped him  into the cab with his and rice to your apartment. 

You went around the cab to get your luggage when you came to your stop. You waved to Nikki inside, "hey if you're ever in town, give a shout yeah?" He asked you and handed you a piece of paper. You gave the cabbie his fare and left to get in. You turned around and waved as he drove off. 

You unlocked the door to your apartment and there they all were: your four boys with a welcome home banner hanging behind them. You dropped your luggage and ran into the arms of your beloved. "Hi. How was the tour?" He asked you. "Great." You saw Roger and was unsure of what to say to him, "Hey Rog." You told him as he hugged you. "Love I'm so sorry for what I said before you left, I know I'm a dick so please know that I'm sorry." You cleared your throat. "Well for one, you had a point.” Their smile vanished and soon turned into a suspicious look. “Y/n what are you trying to say?” John asked. “Well Nikki and Vince tried to get me to do a threesome with them. And Nikki tried to kiss me.” You looked at John. “John, trust me i didn’t do anything, both Nikki And Vince can tell you i didn’t want to do it. When it happened i ran to my hotel room and thought about how guilty I felt even though I didn't do anything.” Freddie and Brian were sat at the couch not wanting to interfere unless it was necessary. Roger flung his arms up, “I knew it. God y/n you are such a slut! John she’s nothing but a groupie! Bet you hooked up with Tommy, your ex.” Oh shit. “How did you know that?” You asked him not letting your tears escape. “You don’t think i know him personally? You were his girlfriend on the last tour for like a month but he cheated on her with a groupie. Which is funny now because you cheated on John. A groupie cheated on John with Tommy Lee.” At this point your tears were falling. “Do you believe me or do you agree that I’m just a groupie that can’t keep it in her pants? Which one is it?” He sighed, “I want to believe you but Roger has a point.” You wiped your eyes. “If you think that of me, then,” You started. “We should just break up. I mean im nothing but a groupie that apparently cheated on you right?” John looked as if he was on the verge of tears. “Say something, John!” He looked up at you, “What do you want me to say? Want me to say I don't want you to break up with me? Want me to call Nikki and Vince and ask them if it's true?” You sniffled. “If you trust me that little, be my guest and call. Here they gave me their number.” You gave him the slip of paper Nikki gave you. 

“Hey this is John Deacon, y/n’s boyfriend i need to ask if anything happened between the band and y/n like sexually wise?” I asked. 

“Oh hey. Uh no. I mean me and Vince invited her for a threesome but she said no and left. The only thing that happened was that I kissed her but she looked like she was gonna kill me.” He told me.

“Uh did anything happened between her and Tommy?”

He laughed. “Bro she isn’t dumb enough to run back into his arms after she found him fucking that chick. So if you think she cheated on you and i'm pretty sure that’s what’s happening, she didn’t she just did her job. And here’s a thought, trust your girl.” He told me. “Yeah thanks mate.”

“What’d he say?” You asked him. “Said nothing happened. And was sure you’d kill him when he kissed you.” YOu chuckled. “Sounds like him. So now do you all trust me?” He hugged you, “Yess kid.” You looked at Roger. “You?” He nodded. “And for the record, You’re an ass.” He nodded. “Fair enough. Im sorry.” You hugged him. “Great! YOu made up. We were so uncomfortable for like twenty minutes.” Brian nodded, “we felt like children.” You walked over to them, “You’re my rowdy kids.” You squished their cheeks and kissed their little noses. “My little babies!”

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there are so many fucking gifs i used lmaoo

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#John deacon x reader #john deacon #john x reader #john deacon angst #john deacon fluff #protective!roger taylor #John deacon x roadie #motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #vince neil #John deacon x reader one shots #john deacon x reader imagines

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Motley Crue/The Dirt Fics

Nikki Sixx

-Animal in Me

Aria is a journalist for Rolling Stone magazine. She’s followed and hung out with countless bands. But what happens when she follows Motley Crue for one month for her latest piece? #series #ongoing #complicated relationship #ozzy osbourne

-Rebel Love Song

Nikki and Corey have been friends since they were kids. Back than Nikki Sixx was just simply Frankie to Corey. He was just the boy next door with a troubled past and a messed up present and future unknown. Corey was just the ideal girl next door, a girl Nikki couldn’t believe would actually give him the time of day. Things changed when Nikki took off without a goodbye or even a note. It would be years later before the two would be reunited. And when they are the girl next door isn’t exactly the girl next door anymore. Things happened and she’s changed. But will she still be the perfect girl in Nikki’s eyes or will she just be another girl in the crowd? #series #ongoing #childhood friends #friends to lovers

*-Afraid  Summary: You meet Sikki Nixx, but then you meet Nikki Sixx and your world is forever altered. #dad!nikki #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby #godfather!tommy #meet in rehab 

-Best Friends  Summary: Omg colson and Dougie getting close to Nikki’s teen daughter (in a big brother way) #the dirt cast #the dirt movie filming #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #brothers in all but blood #brother figure!douglas #brother figure!mgk/colson baker #protective

-Twins  Summary: Can I request a lil something that Nikki is dating a girl but she’s an identical twin and Nikki can never tell them apart? (Maybe a lil smut;) #twin!reader #messing with nikki #headcanon

-Support  Summary: can you do a Headcanon about Nikki’s daughter having a baby? #single mom!reader #grandpa!nikki #daughter!reader #baby #grandaby #headcanon

-Grounded  Summary: Headcanon for being Nikki’s teenage daughter today? & Headcanons for Nikki’s teen daughter being super close to “auntie Brit” and “Uncle Tom”?? #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #uncle!tommy #headcanon

-Tommy's Sister  Summary: Tommy’s sister getting with Nikki. #brother!tommy #sister!reader

-You.  Prompt:  “you’ve shown me what love can feel like.” 

-I'll Kick His Ass  When Izzy Stradlin assaults Vince Neil's wife Sharise, things heat up between the Crue and Guns N' Roses, especially since the reader is Axl Rose's ex girlfriend #brother!vince #sister!reader #guns n roses #violence against females from guns n roses #memories #protective!nikki #protective!vince #the dirt movie filming

*-Shellshock  Request:  1)Hey I saw you did a Nikki imagine that was based on a queen song ,, I was wondering if I could request that the reader is related to one of the members of queen and Nikki finds out and gets star struck 😂 sorry this is a weird request lol. 2)May I request a oneshot where reader is dating Nikki Sixx and she is best friends with Queen, especially Freddie, one day Queen makes a suprise visit? I am curious about the reactions of Motley Crue. I am rambling at this point but I would be really happy if you can write something like this🧡 #queen #crossover #queen x reader platonic #reader is queen's friend and introduces them to motley crue

-Being Ozzy Osbourne’s Daughter and Dating Nikki Sixx (Headcanon)  #headcanon # dad!ozzy #daughter!reader #secret relationship

-Nikki Meets His Child Who Was Born During The Tour  #headcanon #dad!nikki #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby

-The Love of a Brother  Description: Nikki is your older brother and he comforts you when the family past comes back to haunt you #brother!niki #sister!reader

-Protective  Can I request an imagine please with Nikki Sixx?? (been loving the dirt lately lol) i don’t a have personal preference on what it should be on. Maybe where you get hit on at a show and Nikki isn’t very happy and calls the dude out? #protective!nikki

-Headcanon for Being Nikki Sixx's Daughter  #headcanon #dad!nikki #daughter!reader

Tommy Lee

-Tommy Lee Dating Someone Who Loves Cats (Headcanon)  #headcanon

-Brother's Best Friend  Summary: Vince is your brother and he forces you to go to one of his shows. You catch Tommy’s eye and he offers to take you home when you start begging Vince to let you leave. You end up hanging with Tommy and end up liking him much more than just the drummer for your brother’s band. #brother!vince #sister!reader

-Drummer  #series #tommy lee x reader #brother!mick #sister!reader #marriage #jealosy 

-Little Drummer Boy  Description: “ I’d love to read a Dad!Tommy taking his and Reader’s kid shopping for their first little drum kit.” #dad!tommy #mom!reader #son #little drummer

-No More Secrets  Request:  can you do a fic where the reader is nikki’s sister and falls in love with tommy? nikki gets upset but everything works out in the end? thanks ✨ #brother!nikki #sister!reader #secret relationship  

-Daddy's Girl  Description: You and Tommy have a 3 year old, but you’re not together. The baby takes a liking to your new boyfriend and Tommy is jealous/hurt because he feels like he misses out on his daughter’s life. #Part 1 of 2 #dad!tommy #mom!reader#child  #angst with a happy ending 

-Headcannons for being Tommy's daughter?  #headcanon #dad!tommy #daughter!reader

-My Brother's in the Band  Summary: Your brother finds you in a compromising position with one of his bandmates #brother!mick #sister!reader

-Get a Room  You and tommy are best friends and you flirt constantly and everyone’s trying to get you two together lmao #series #part 1 of 6 #best friends to lovers  

-The No Fun Tour  SUMMARY // You’ve been working as a roadie for Motley Crue for a number of years because of your interest in the music business and family connections with Doc.  The boys are touring with Ozzy and things are looking promising for them, but if they mess up one more hotel room they’re in big trouble with Elektra Records. Doc has assigned you to watch Tommy for the night, and while the boys are like second family to you, you realize you may actually have more feelings for the drummer than you originally thought. #series #part 1 of 17 #roadie!reader #reader is motley crue's assistant #secret relationship

Vince Neil

-My Kinda Lover  song inspiration: My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier #fluff

-Newlyweds No More  #brother!mick #sister!reader #wedding night #cheating #car accident #agnst 

-Hold On Your Life  Reader is pregnant with Vince’s baby and they’ve been together for a couple of years and Vince is off on tour while she’s staying home and he accidentally overdoses and when he wakes up he’s just worried about his girl and his baby

-Dancer  Summary: You never thought that you would meet the love of your life in the strip club you worked at. #stripper!reader #single mom!reader #step dad!vince #child

-Vince Imagine                                                                                             #vince neil x reader

-The End or the Beginning  Could you please do a imagine where the reader is Razzle’s sister and has a friends with benefits relationship with Vince. The night of the car accident she was in the car with them and survived alongside Vince which leads them to get closer and end up admitting they have feelings for one another? #brother!razzle #sister!reader #angst #car accident 

-Drunk Confessions  Request: Your Tommy Lee’s sister and Vince falls in love with you #brother!tommy #sister!reader

-Me and You Plus Two  Description: You and Vince have twins #dad!vince #mom!reader #birth #twins #babies 

-A Girl  Summary: When Vince finds out he’s going to be having a little girl he doubts his ability to raise a young woman into adulthood. #dad!vince #mom!reader #pregnancy 

-Being Vince Neil’s Identical Twin Brother (Headcanon)  #headcanon #twin!vince

-Persephone  Description: Reader is a famous singer and has an innocent image but when she turns 18 the label wants to up her sex appeal so her and Vince’s record label have them fake date—the media nicknames them as Hollywood’s Hades and Persephone. #headcanon #singer!reader #fake relationship #becomes real

-Try                                                                                                       Description: Reader is Tommy’s sister and she’s best friends with Mick and falls for Vince and she’s really obvious about it but only Mick sees it and teases her about it #brother!tommy #sister!reader #best friend!mick 

-One Chance  Vince falling for a girl and her not realizing it, this one is for you! #cousin!mick #cousin!reader #oblivious!reader

-Lights  SUMMARY: A road trip for more booze doesn’t end well with a drunk Vince driving and Razzle and Y/N tagging along. #character death #car accident 

-Headcanon for Being Vince's daughter after Skylar  #headcanon #dad!vince #daughter!reader

*-Borrowing  #brother!tommy #sister!reader #continue the family name

-My Kinda Lover  Vince being shy around a girl, getting nervous and messing up a show when she’s there #before motley crue was a band

Mics.

-Trouble Summary: I’d like to request a Nikki Sixx, where the reader is a good friend of him, and just as crazy and they party a lot and she always comes up with stupid ideas such as throwing a tv out of the window, or lighting up mick’s room and they are all just crazy and do a lot of crazy and stupid things? So she is kind of a part of the Terror Twins? #terror twins plus one

-Preference #12 - Motley Meets The Baby  #mick mars x reader #dad!mick #mom!reader #nikki sixx x reader #dad!nikki #mom!reader #tommy lee x reader #dad!tommy #mom!reader #vince neil x reader #dad!vince #mom!reader #new baby

Douglas Booth

-Head-canons for Nikki’s daughter meeting Douglas Booth or MGK and being like O_O shit he’s hot 😂  #headcanon #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #the dirt movie filming

-Makeup Artist  Summary: Omg Nikki’s teen daughter helping with Dougie’s makeup for the movie #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #makeup artist!reader #the dirt movie filming

-Having a Baby with Douglas Booth (Headcanon)                           #headcanon #dad!douglas #mom!rader #pregnancy #baby

-It Just Sort of Happened (Douglas Booth Imagine)  #the dirt movie filming #dad!tommy #daughter!reader

Machine Gun Kelly/Colson Baker 

-Head-canons for Nikki’s daughter meeting Douglas Booth or MGK and being like O_O shit he’s hot 😂  #headcanon #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #the dirt movie filming

-Being Pete Davidson’s Sister and Dating Machine Gun Kelly (Headcanon) #headcanon #brother!pete #sister!reader

-Having a Baby with Machine Gun Kelly/Colson Baker (Headcanon)  #part 1 of 2 #headcanon #dad!mgk/colson #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby

-Being Roger Taylor’s Daughter and Dating Machine Gun Kelly (Headcanon)  #headcanon #queen #crossover #dad!roger taylor #daughter!reader #drummer!reader

Daniel Webber

-Winning  Summary: Can we have more on Nikki’s daughter and Daniel’s relationship? #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #the dirt movie filming 

-On Set  Summary: Being Nikki’s oldest daughter and dating Daniel Webber from the Dirt. While they’re filming but you come to see Nikki, Tommy, and when Mick and Vince was on set helping. #headcanon #the dirt movie filming #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #secret relationship

#The Dirt #Motley Crue #the dirt fic recommendations #motley crue fic recommedations #the dirt imagine #motley crue imagine #the dirt cast #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #vince neil x reader #mick mars x reader #douglas booth x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker x reader #daniel webber x reader #fic recommendations #imagens