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undinegeist · 2 years

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the ugliest sides of ourselves (4)

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- xx - nikki - xx -

The night it happens, we play somewhere meaningless, somehow don’t pick fights, end back at our place, up to our usual antics.

Y/N’s been picking up riffs from Mick and bass from me, mostly for kicks; Tommy’s always begging her to try her hand at his drums, but she says her arms aren’t long enough…which might be bullshit, but at least it means I don’t have to share any further than Mick.

I’ve been trying to keep her off the drugs, though she’s more eager than not…she hates that, thinks I’m treating her like she’s breakable…the cause of most of our fights.

Vince and I had been chasing the dragon, which she doesn’t do, precisely why we were, though even for us it was occasional; she wanted the rest of it to snort, but I lied and said Tommy had used it up.

Somehow, though, she already knows my tell; it went downhill - downhell? - when she came back with her own score, spreading it out right there on the table next to us, taking a straw off it and going straight in.

I lost my shit, though she looked dazed enough to not care, the thing that scared me the most, ‘cause she couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me what she’d gotten, where, from whom…Vince went off to scope it out, but I was certain it was smack, trying to snap her out of it, terrified she was on the way to OD…after a while, she came back enough to tell me it’d been some random guy on the corner, that she’d hoped to get pumped (which she claims she did, for about five minutes before she came back up).

What came back up then, though, was her dinner on the bathroom floor, because fast as she was, she wasn’t fast enough.

Vince came back in the middle of this, Tommy in tow, knuckles bloody.

I’m holding her hair out of the way, a strange opposition to what usually happens, me on the bathroom floor, her holding my hair, high or not.

“At least she made it.”

Vince elbows Tommy so hard he yelps, though if I wasn’t fucked and freaked out of my mind, I’d laugh; none of us ever make it, leaving vomit all over, taking turns cleaning it in the mornings, if any of us is clear enough to get a t-shirt to the sink.

Then one of us will go to Y/N’s, where Florence - whose real name is actually Cheryl - will wash our shit out of pity.

Y/N barely stays there anymore, though I’m pretty sure her family still pays the rent, which might explain why our clothes get washed.

“Did you find him?” I’m assuming by the knuckles he must have, but we all pick so many fights, it’s hard to tell half the time.

“Yeah, knocked him around pretty good. Tommy held him down.”

“He tell you what it was?”

“Double trouble.”

“Blow and smack?” I should fucking kill him.

Vince must read it on my face. “Don’t bother…we fucked him up real good.”

I nod, turning back to look at her, wondering at the silence, only to get shoved back against the bathroom wall; she’s off the floor, not stumbling, clearly not overdosing…I’m only relieved for a second before I’m rushing after her, catching the front door banging right in my face, hard enough to hurt, not that I care.

“Where the fuck are you going?!” I reach for her arm, but I don’t have to; she’s already turning around, too close to me.

“Fuck off.”

“Tell me where you’re going.”

“Or what?” She sneers, and I hate that I still want her, despite the fact that we shove the ugliest sides of ourselves in each other’s faces…it feels like yesterday we had each other’s backs, but also a million years ago, and I still don’t know how we got here, why we got here, when I didn’t even get to kiss her.

Maybe that’s why we got here, because we became friends and only friends, whatever else there might have been unspoken, though it wasn’t.

We talked about it, we talk about it, but only when we’re high, only when we’re alone, only when we’re not playing with other people in each other’s faces; I wish I could say I’m jealous, but mostly I don’t care, and I know she doesn’t either, we’ve talked about that too, we talk about everything.

I don’t want to break this, but I don’t want to let her go.

I’ve been quiet for so long, she lost interest in the question, me in the answer; she sighs, leans back against the wall, stares at the cracks in the ceiling; I do the same, thinking maybe everything falling on top of us would be better than this.

- xx - nikki - xx -

In the morning, we’re in my room; she’s sprawled on her back, one leg around mine, hair everywhere, and last night is a blur for only a second before I remember.

We made some deal, some stupid fucking deal, about how I’d stop holding her back if she let me get her the drugs.

I regret every word, regret letting her convince me, despite knowing if she’s so determined, this is the only way.

She hates it, I knew that even as we agreed; we were still out in the hall, staring at the ceiling, light spilling from inside our non-apartment, but she still said yes, and then the worst thing she could have said.

“If you hold me back ever again, it’ll be the last time I ever see you.”

I thought she’d go home, go away, I wanted to fucking kill her, but she turned back, went inside past Tommy and Vince, all the way out to the balcony, banged the doors behind her.

I wanted to kill her, I wanted to die, I wanted the world to explode, so I did the only thing I could; went down to the Strip, found the guy who had dealt to her, kicked him back into a gutter, and then found my regular guy.

I shared what I had with her, letting her cut it herself, feeling every second like I was the one about to die, though she was the one going that way.

I’m a hypocrite, I know. We’re both going that way, and I’ve never even touched her.

- xx - nikki - xx -

My face is a fucking mess from colliding with the door on my way after her; we’re at a bigger gig, bigger than our usual, a weird accident, something we got from my uncle…out of nowhere.

I’d been planning on spending the entire day in bed; ended up on the bathroom floor nearly the second I got up, because I used more of what I scored than Y/N did, half on purpose half by accident…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it a little too much, just like she does.

But then Tommy burst inside, somehow still alive at ten in the morning, after Y/N had hauled me back off the bathroom floor, into the shower; how the fuck have we still not had our way when we’ve cleared our binges off each other, clothes getting tighter, until we’re as good as naked, and still we don’t ever fucking go…

“Fucking knock, Tommy!” She’s hissing, pressing a pillow to my face, not to smother me to death but to keep the sun out of my eyes.

My stomach clenches and turns anyway; she reaches for the waste basket just in time for me to throw up, holding on to my chest to keep me from falling.

Tommy’s gone, the sun too, my brain is grinding to dust, good as it was, I half wish I’d thought better, though at least she’s okay, the only thing that really matters.

She sighs, resting her chin on my shoulder. “I think I fucked up your face last night.”

Her fingers come over my cheek, and I wonder if now, finally, I should stop being nothing and just go, but the moment’s gone with a light Tommy timid knock on the door.

She sighs as she pulls away, legs on the floor, slipping the waste basket far enough that I won’t smell it, though her shoulder’s still pressed against mine, and she’s wearing one of my shirts, just like I wear hers.

“Come in, Tommy.”

“Sorry I walked in like that, guys.” He closes the door quickly, avoiding the sun, talking a mile a minute, and though I can’t feel the headache anymore, Tommy’s enough to give it back to anyone. “It’s just, we’ve got a gig at this place, you won’t believe it…”

And that’s how we end up in one of the nicer dressing rooms we’ve had; dressing room is sometimes too kind a way to describe the places we sometimes prep before gigs…they’re often more like bathrooms, or the wings right off the stage, when it’s not actually at the bar.

After a while, the gigs all blend into each other, but in my head they’re sorted in a pathetic way; pre and post Y/N.

It’s not that everything changed immediately; that first gig, where we picked yet another fight, was actually not that bad.

The next day, we gave out tapes, and then her parents came down, trying to talk sense into her, which meant we only met at night, and we’d gotten into an unlucky streak, no gigs to be found, which meant I’d wait for her to sneak away, and we’d spend the night alternating between reading and recording more of our tapes to hand out, writing bios and phone numbers, trying to make things look nicer…we were so desperate, we had no time to do anything bad.

I wish that had lasted, though at the time, it felt like forever, like we’d never catch a break.

It was bleak, having to lose her in the mornings so she could pacify them, the two of us having fallen asleep only hours ago, surrounded by tapes I’d split with Tommy and spend the rest of day handing out by myself, only to meet her sometime after dark, never soon enough.

We were never anything, though I still don’t know why; we were alone a million times even before things got fucked, Tommy and Vince teased me all the time about how she was off limits, either of us could have done it, sometimes it felt like we would…but then the moments would pass, even when no one interrupted us.

I was staring at myself in the mirror, trying to work up the energy to do something about the flat mess of my hair, barely aware of where the fuck I was, when she slipped into my field of vision, between me and the mirror.

It was a rush as hard as the drugs; I thought for a second I must have been high, though on gig nights I never did anything until after.

It felt like that first night, her between my legs, smelling like no one else ever had, lining my eyes to cover up bruises, exactly like she was doing now.

“I wish someone would arrest me again.”

“So we could exchange more war stories?” I’m distracted, but I manage a smirk.

She does the same, but it’s fleeting. “Yeah, except this time I was the one who hurt you.”

“If you’re talking about the door, I know that was an accident…you’d never do that deliberately.”

“How do you though? ‘Cause I don’t…all I could think last night was that you were holding me back from what I wanted, I hated you.”

“I hated you, too. For pushing me so hard for something that’s the worst thing you’ll ever do.”

“Why is it okay for you, but not me?” Her voice gets heated, but her fingers on my skin stay the same, even as the usual excuses run through my head; I’m stronger than her, I know better, understand more of what it means, won’t get tricked out on the Strip, won’t let myself OD…but I know I’m lying, that I want it anyway…I know her, we’re fucked.

“It isn’t.” I shouldn’t say it, but I need to say it. I meet her eyes, and she knows, we’ve done this before.

“I want it.”

“Me too.”

“It’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t care.”

“Neither do I.”

She finishes off my make up, and I do hers, just like that first night.

She’s there when the mirror falls and breaks, when someone comes at me with another hook, when we meet the man who becomes our first manager, later our dealer.

At the end of the night, we’re on the balcony, the doors locked to the party behind us; I’m cutting her a line, while she’s cutting mine…I don’t know how the razors end up on our arms, how that turns into her fingertips over me, and still we don’t kiss, though I come in her hands, and then do the same to her; we fall into my bed and asleep like it’s any other night, and still we don’t kiss.

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marvelobsessed134 · 6 months

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Groupie Love

Mötley Crüe x Fem!reader

A/n: Told y’all it was gonna be a gang bang

Warnings: smut with like 0 plot, Dom!Mötley, Sub!reader, squirting, fingering, gang bang, degradation, praise kink, reader is gagged, bondage, and I think that’s it.

No summary what’s the point

You don’t know how it happened, but you were naked lying on Nikki Sixx’s bed, the four men standing around you with their hard cocks dripping with precum.

Your wrists were tied to the bed posts, you were just helplessly laying there. “Look at her,” Nikki grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “She’s all ready for us now. I’ll bet she’s soaking wet.” And you were, your slick dripping onto the red sheets.

“Yeah, bet shes been thinking about this for awhile. You’re a little minx.” Mick smirked. You’ve never heard such words come out of his mouth before.

You were gagged too, the ball gag secured snuggly around your head, drool slipping out from the corners of your mouth. You whimpered and Vince walked up to you, caressing your face. “I know, you want us to touch you. But you won’t have to wait any longer right boys?”

“Yeah!” Tommy smirked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Nikki rolled his eyes before coming level with your pussy. He licked a bold strip against it and you moaned, though it was muffled by the gag.

You squirmed, pulling at the cuffs as he ate you out. You saw Tommy walk towards you, groping your left breast while Vince groped your right. Mick straddled you, his cock grazing against your chin. The guitarist unclasped the gag, and quickly replaced it with his cock.

Your eyes widened at the sudden force, tears forming in your eyes as you choked and gagged around his length as he thrusted into you. “Fuck yes, such a good cocksucker.” You hummed in agreement, the vibrations causing him to roll his eyes back as he sped up his movements. Between this, the two men tweaking and sucking your nipples, and the man between your legs you were overstimulated but you didn’t want it to stop.

You moaned around Micks cock as you came, squirting your juices all over Nikki’s face.

“Holy fuck, you taste so good babe.” The bassist groaned.

It wasn’t long before mick came down your throat. You had a hard time swallowing it but you did like the good girl you were.

Then, roles were reversed and now Vince was between your legs, pumping his fingers in and out of you, rubbing your clit at a rapid speed. Tommys cock was down your throat, and Mick and Nikki were jerking off while playing with your tits.

“If I make her cum the fastest I get her pussy.” Vince announced.

“Yeah? Well- fuck- you can’t make a woman cum like I can.” Nikki boasted.

“Yeah? Watch and learn, Bassist.” The frontman said before hitting your g spot every time. You were gagging around Tommys huge cock, and you felt cum splatter on your torso.

You clenched around Vince’s fingers and moaned loudly around Tommy as you squirted once again.

“Ha, see? Fuckin knew it.” The blonde smirked before licking up your juices and quickly entering into you, wasting no time fucking into you.

Tommy shot his load down your throat, and you gagged once again before finally swallowing it. “Such a good little slut.” Tommy praised.

“Fuck yeah she is, taking us like a good girl.” Mick commented.

“She’s so fucking tight oh my god.” Vince moaned.

“Taking Vince’s fat cock like a slut.” Nikki groaned.

Before you knew it, the singer was coming inside of you and you were cumming once again, feeling extremely overwhelmed. You let your eyes close, and soon enough you drifted into unconsciousness.

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sixxrock666 · 4 months

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…let’s just say I wanted to share my Pinterest adventures with you (っ- ‸ -)っ

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robocoplesb · 7 months

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Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3

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

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

Request;

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

Thankies!! ^^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"— such a beautiful little thing..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“— needing some attention, right, princess?”

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

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tobybestupid · 3 months

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Cuddle..sex?

Terror Twins x Reader

Tw: Swears, gentle sex, sleepy Nikki, Energetic Tommy, your lazy, fem!reader, masterbation, Nikki and Tommy flirting.

Nikki was cuddling you, his head between your boobs as he snored quietly. Then the door flung open, you moved your head away from the pillow to look up at Tommy.

"Tommy... what the fuck- shhh... Nikki's slee-" You were quickly cut off by Tommy screaming.

"THERE'S A SPIDER-... And I'm horny" He yelled, Nikki grumbled as Tommy yelled. He nuzzled his head into your chest more as Tommy looked over at Nikki.

"You guys cuddling with our me? Huh, guess I'll just jerk off at the end of the bed" Tommy grumbled as he sat down at the end.

Nikki looked up at Tommy, "Won't let me do that huh?" Nikki teased as he cuddled you— it got a giggle out of you.

"Get over here hot stuff and do it" Tommy flirted with a smirk, you giggled gently.

"Why don't I help out too, huh?- Well, actually. Me and Nikki are kinda comfortable right now..." You said, Tommy threw his head back and let out an exaggerated groan as he crawled over to you two and laid between you guys.

"Hey! Fuck off I was cuddling her!" Nikki groaned as he crawled over Tommy and cuddled you again.

Tommy got behind you and began to undo his pants, he kicked them off and tossed them in the floor. You were wearing thin shorts so you felt his cock press against you ass, Nikki grunted as he reached over to Tommy's clothes cock and began to rub it.

"Fuhh- fuckin' hell..." Tommy mumbled, he slipped your shorts off and then your panties came off quickly after.

He began to rub your wet slit, then your clit causing soft moans to slip from your mouth. Nikki was still stroking Tommy cock witch made him grunt and groan, Tommy then took off his boxers and pulled you into his lap.

"Hey! What the fuck Tommy..." Nikki grumbled, pulling his own pants off and then his boxers.

"What.." Tommy grumbled as he sat up and let you grind yourself against his cock, before slipping himself into you.

You moaned and tossed your head back, your cunt was tight around his thick cock.

"Mm...fuck, fuckin' hell." Tommy mumbled, it made Nikki jealous. Nikki was still rather tired so he yawned before beginning to rub his dick gently.

Your nails dug into Tommy's back as you bounced on his cock making small slapping noises. Nikki growled softly as he bucked his hips into his hand, it wasn't enough.

"Awh, Nikki gettin' a little jealous over there?" Tommy asked, one of his hand going to your hips as the other went to go jerk Nikki off.

Nikki whined impatiently, he was so tired yet so horny. You smirked as Tommy jerked Nikki off gently, Nikki let out a soft moan as he looked at you.

You quickly slipped off Tommy's dick, his cock was now wet and throbbing.

"Fuck..c'mon, please..?" Tommy grunted as he watched you curl up next to Nikki, he laid on his side and pulled you towards him. You nuzzled your head into his chest as he slipped his cock into your warm cunt.

"Fuh-fuck..i- shit.." He mumbled gently as he slowly thrusted in and out of you, Tommy quickly became jealous so he took Nikki's hand and put it in his own cock.

Nikki jerked off Tommy gently as he slowly went in and out of you, you felt him becoming close to coming.

Tommy thrusted his hips up into Nikki's hand as he quickly came, Tommy's cum got all over Nikki's hand so you smirked before pulling Nikki's hand towards your face. Tommy groaned as he watched you lick it off Nikki's hand, you were moaning quietly as Nikki quickly came in you.

Nikki was panting softly as he pulled out of you, he whined softly.

"Cuddle..?" Nikki mumbled, so you curled up Infront of him, and Tommy wrapped himself around Nikki from behind him.

"Night..." Nikki was cut off by a yawn. "Night..."

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

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caspers-spook · 3 months

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IF I GO ONTO THE VINCE NEIL X READER TAG AND THE TOP FIC IS A FUCKING NIKKI OR TOMMY FIC AGAIN I WILL GO MAD. I WANT THE BLONDE NOT THE OTHER GUYS

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

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anna-n-hetfield · 11 months

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Right In Front of You

Summary: Hc for Tommy Lee or Nikki Sixx (up to you) getting super drunk at a party and his girlfriend tries to take him to their room but he just yells because he "has a girlfriend whom he loves very much" and he doesn't realise until one of the other boys tells him that his girlfriend is right infront of him?

Author’s Note: sorry this took so long. I had intended to get this sooner, but life had gotten in the way in the form of school. Not much of an excuse, but hey, I finally got around to it. Turned it into more of a one-shot instead of a HC. Not sorry for that. I kind of loved this idea a little too much.

Y/N threw back the cup in her hands after saying bye to her friends. She was ready to go, but her boyfriend Nikki was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she threw her cup in the trash and went in search. The music was pounding through the speakers. It was so loud that it was causing a headache, and she could only imagine how long her ears would ring in the morning. She didn’t know think she was going to find him until she saw the tall, lanky drummer, Tommy heading to the back porch.

There was less people out here, and the music was muted some by the doors. Though Y/N swore she could see them shaking a little. Her eyes scanned the crowd until she spotted Nikki standing over by the pool. He had a cup of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was talking with Mick and Tommy who had just caught up with him. Then there was a girl who was lurking off to the side who appeared to be pouting. Y/N didn’t think much about because she was ready to go to bed. She had been up for too long, and she wanted some time her love alone.

“Hey, Nikki, let’s go,” she said, stopping in front of him.

“Um, no,” he said, looking at her questionably. His words were slurred heavily, and she had to wonder just how much he had to drink.

Both Mick and Tommy raised an eyebrow in question. Nikki would never say no to you. They both knew that he would go out of his way to make her happy. So this no was so out of character for him.

“Babe, please. I want some alone time,” she pleaded, grabbing onto his arm to give him a slight tug in the direction of their room.

Nikki pulled his arm roughly away from her, spilling some of his beer in the process. He glared down at her, not recognizing her. “I don’t know who think you are, but I have a girlfriend. She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me, and I’m not letting some slut ruin what I have,” he said.

Y/N stepped back in shock. Her hand went to her mouth. She was so unsure of what to think. Should she be angry that he doesn’t recognize her in his drunken state? Or should she be happy that he doesn’t want to go with someone else? She tried and failed to hold back her laugh.

“I don’t know why you are laughing unless you think that I’m joking. I’m going to tell you what I told that last chick. You wouldn’t know how to please me, and I’m not giving you the chance,” Nikki growled.

“Babe, come on. You really need to come to bed. You’re a little drunk right now,” Y/N said, holding out her hand to him. She couldn’t believe the look he gave her.

“I’m not your babe,” Nikki said, taking a drag on his cigarette.

“Nikki, yes, you are her babe,” Tommy said, laughing.

“I’m Y/N’s babe, and that is not Y/N,” Nikki replied, looking at Tommy as if he lost his mind.

Mick was just shaking his head. “Yeah, well, Y/N is right in front of you, asking for you to go to bed,” he said, grabbing Nikki’s shoulder and giving him a little shake.

Nikki looked over at her and blinked a couple of times. He shook his head and then his eyes went wide. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out for her. “I didn’t recognize you.”

Y/N laughed. “It’s not like I had a huge make over in the last hour. You’re just drunk,” she said, grabbing his hand. “You really need to come to bed and sober up.”

Nikki followed after her, happily following after her now that he knew who she was. Y/N could feel the jealous glares from the jealous girls, but she didn’t really care. She took him back into the house and straight to their room.

She shut the door and turned around to Nikki who didn’t waste time in grabbing onto her and bringing his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss and noticed how sloppy it was.

“Nikki, bed,” she said, pointing to the place in question. “You’re too drunk.”

“But,” he whined.

“Oh, come on. Mick and Tommy had to tell you who I was. I’m not listening to you whine when you couldn’t recognize me. I don’t want you to think you are cheating on me,” Y/N said, kicking off her shoes.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he said, still trying to get his way.

“No, I’m getting even,” she teased. “Now, come on. Let’s get some sleep. Besides, you know it’ll be better in the morning.”

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x y/n #motley crue imagine #motley crue imagines #motley crue x reader #motley crue #motley crue x y/n #mick mars #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee imagine #tommy lee #tommy lee x y/n #fanfic #annas writing

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release-the-mccracken · 4 months

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Tommy: Can I try rizzing you up? Nikki: Sure lol Tommy: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

#terror twins #nikki sixx #tommy lee #incorrect quotes #incorrect motley crue quotes #incorrect the dirt quotes #the dirt #motley crue #rpf #nikki sixx x tommy lee #tommy lee x nikki sixx

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haywire-hetfield · 3 months

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Could you do a Nikki and Tommy omegaverse fic where they get pregnant and Tommy is super ecstatic about it? Smut is fine if you want to add it, I just really want some domestic fluff too. :) Totally fine if you don't want to fill this for whatever reason! /gen

Really love your writing

Thank you so much! And totally, hope you enjoy it

It's The Best Thing That I'll Ever Do (I Get To Love You)

Warnings: Omegaverse (obviously), alpha Tommy, omega Nikki, bottom Nikki, top Tommy, vaginal sex, knotting, unplanned pregnancy, mutual masturbation

Words: 3,249

The moment was beautiful. Outside the bedroom window, the sun was just about to set and painting the sky in color. There was a deep-hued bounty of purple, red, orange, yellow, and some colors that appeared to be a lovely mixture of those. The soft bed in the room was positioned right in front of a large window, the curtains pulled to the side to let the sunlight in.

Nikki was spread out on the bed, laying face down on his hands and knees. Sunlight hit his body in gentle rays, basking his skin in a warm golden glow. It also made his hair look impossibly prettier, highlighting the parts of his hair that were more dark brown than they were black and making all of the strands shine.

It hit Tommy suddenly that all of this was for him. Only he got to see Nikki like this these days. Every inch of his skin, every noise he made, every mole and blemish on his skin. All of this was reserved just for Tommy now.

Fucking into his boyfriend a bit harder, he was overcome with waves of sentimentality. It encouraged him to lean down closer to Nikki’s back, closing the gaps between their skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He kept his pace up, hands still holding onto Nikki’s hips as he pounded into him rhythmically. This moment could never end and he’d be happy about it, happy to be locked here forever like a little beetle encased in resin and amber.

“I love you,” Tommy whispered against Nikki’s skin, voice soft and close to his ear. The moment had gotten away from him and turned tender in the blink of an eye. “I love you so much,” He reiterated, pressing another kiss to his neck. It was right over where their mating mark would be, where it should be.

“I love you too, baby. Are you getting close?” Nikki replied and Tommy nodded as much as he could. He was so close, his knot already a bit swollen.

“Yeah,” Tommy let out an airy laugh, readjusting his hands on Nikki so he had a better grasp on him. His fingers were soft on him, just stroking and cradling his body. Other times, he would hold Nikki hard enough to bruise and dig his nails in deep enough to leave marks. Not today, though. “I’m going to fill you up,” He promised and Nikki moaned at those words, pressing his face into the downy pillows.

He knew Nikki was probably grateful they were almost done. He’d been worked through at least three separate orgasms by now and had started complaining he was becoming sensitive a while ago. He had told Tommy to keep going, although he’d offered to stop if it was hurting Nikki. Now, he was almost at the edge and very happy Nikki had let him continue.

Tommy groaned when he pushed in a final time, his knot swelling enough now that he couldn’t pull himself back out without hurting Nikki. He didn’t try either, just shoved his hips as snugly to Nikki’s body as he could. His eyes closed as he came, coming deep inside and filling Nikki up just like he’d promised.

“You did perfect,” Tommy praised as soon as his brain was working again, shifting their position over so they were cuddling instead. His arms wrapped around Nikki’s waist fully, spooning up close behind him. “Are you feeling okay, baby?” He asked, stroking sweaty hair away from Nikki’s face and throat.

“Feel great,” Nikki murmured back, sounding exhausted and Tommy couldn’t blame him. The day had been long and the exertion had clearly taken its toll on Nikki. Tommy pressed a kiss to the back of Nikki’s neck, kissing hair more than skin. As expected, Nikki’s breathing evened out a few minutes later and Tommy smiled, staying as still as he could to avoid disturbing his partner.

***

Tommy wasn’t sure what was going on when Nikki had called him into the bathroom. He’d been in the middle of messing around on the drums when Nikki had yelled downstairs at him. It had been a miracle he’d even heard him, but Nikki could be shockingly loud when he wanted to be.

At first, he’d worried something was wrong. Maybe Nikki had gotten hurt, but that didn’t make too much sense. Tommy was more curious than anything as he finally made his way into the bathroom. He didn’t have to wonder for very long before Nikki was shoving a pink, plastic stick.

“What is this?” Tommy asked, taking it from him. He furrowed his eyebrows at Nikki, still confused about what was going on.

“It’s a pregnancy test,” Nikki told him flatly and the confusion got worse before it alleviated. Oh, shit. He looked down at the test, reading the neat writing that was sketched into it. The words pregnant and not pregnant were on one side of the stick, instructing him on what the lines meant. Two lines were present on the stick and it told him that meant Nikki was pregnant.

“There’s two lines. Two lines means pregnant,” Tommy said, feeling a bit stupid as soon as he’d said it. Of course, Nikki knew that, but the thought wasn’t processing in his own head. “Holy shit, it means pregnant. You’re pregnant?” Nikki nodded his head, expression unreadable. “Holy shit! How do you feel? This is a good thing, right?” He was trying to gauge whether he’d be a bad partner if he celebrated this now.

“Yeah,” Nikki said quietly and Tommy worried. Maybe Nikki wasn’t happy about this, maybe he viewed it as a mistake they needed to fix. He’d support Nikki no matter what he chose, but he was happy about it. “Yeah, baby. Of course, it’s a good thing. It’s just a lot,” Nikki reassured and Tommy nodded.

“It is a lot,” Tommy acknowledged and held out the arm that wasn’t holding the test. Nikki immediately pressed close to Tommy’s side, hugging him tightly around the middle. “We’ll figure it out, though. Whatever you wanna do about it, you know I’ll back you up. No matter what,” Tommy promised him, kissing his forehead. “I do wanna keep it,” Nikki told him after considering things for a bit. Tommy didn’t know how long he’d known before now, but it was clear Nikki had struggled to decide what he wanted to do. Of course, Tommy would back his partner up under any circumstance, but he was happy Nikki wanted to keep the baby too. And if his opinion changed, Tommy would be right there with him.

***

Tommy wasn’t really paying attention to what was playing on the television. Honestly, he couldn’t even name what they were supposed to be watching. He was too caught up in his omega, holding him close and petting his skin gently. Tommy was sitting against the headboard with Nikki between his thighs, their chest and back resting against one another.

Tommy’s hand was pressed beneath the hem of Nikki’s shirt, rubbing over his still mostly flat stomach. Things had changed so much lately and as terrifying as it was, it was also exciting and he couldn’t wait for this new chapter of their lives. He was getting to the place where he’d always wanted to be. He had a nice omega who he loved, he got to play music for a living, they had a beautiful house, they were going to have a pup.

“You’re not going to feel anything yet,” Nikki laughed, breaking Tommy out of his thoughts. Tommy grinned even wider at that comment, shaking his head. Realistically, he knew he wouldn’t, but his hands had practically been glued to Nikki ever since they’d looked at that test together.

“I get to feel you,” Tommy retorted and even he knew how cheesy it sounded. It made Nikki laugh, reaching down to hold onto Tommy’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And one day, I’m gonna get to feel our baby. Then we’re gonna get to hold her,” Tommy hummed, teasing Nikki further.

“You’re such an idiot,” Nikki told him in a matter of fact tone that made Tommy want to cover his face in kisses. He also wanted to remind Nikki that he was his idiot and he loved him. “You’re gonna hold her, huh? What if it’s a boy?” Nikki added on.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nikki. I’ll still hold our baby if he’s a boy,” Tommy knew what he meant deep down, but the words drew another laugh from Nikki. He would play up how dumb he was every day until they died if it meant Nikki never stopped laughing. “I think it’s going to be a girl, though.”

They were quiet for a while after that. Tommy’s hand stayed on Nikki’s stomach, occasionally rubbing at his skin. He was excited for the time when he would be able to feel the baby kick or move, and he was even more excited for when the baby would actually be there with them.

“How many kids do you think you want?” Tommy asked after a bit, finally breaking the silence between them. He’d never really considered having kids before and he definitely hadn’t discussed it with Nikki. He was suddenly very aware that they might not be on the same page about this at all. “Like, do you think you want more?” He elaborated.

“I want more kids,” Nikki said simply and Tommy wondered if he’d thought about this before. He seemed very sure about it. “Maybe like seven or eight in total,” Tommy waited for Nikki to laugh, to show any indication that he was joking. He thought he’d misheard him at first, but he definitely said the words seven and eight.

“Seven?” Tommy exclaimed, his voice a bit shriller than he’d ever heard it. It made Nikki laugh, although he wasn’t telling Tommy that he’d been joking.

“Or eight. I don’t know. I’d like to have a lot of kids one day,” Nikki doubled down, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. “Why? How many do you want?” Nikki asked him back and Tommy had to think about it. He flattened his hand to Nikki’s stomach, considering the question.

“I’d be down with seven or eight. I’ve never really thought about it, you know?” Tommy explained himself once he had his thoughts together. He’d never had a strong desire for children so far, but Nikki getting pregnant had shown him how open to them he actually was. Seven or eight did seem a bit overwhelming, but not enough to be something he wouldn’t want. “I’d be happy with one kid or with eight. I’ll give you as many as you want,” Tommy decided and pressed a kiss to Nikki’s temple.

***

It had been surprisingly easy to hide the pregnancy from the rest of the band until they were ready to tell them. They hadn’t had too many practices and for the most part, Nikki had been able to hide his body behind oversized clothes and staying pressed behind his bass most of the time. If either of them had noticed something was up with Nikki, they didn’t mention anything about it and given how much they loved mentioning things, Tommy tended to believe they just didn’t know. His suspicions were confirmed when they finally told the rest of the band.

It hadn’t been a practice day when they told them, they were all just hanging out. Nikki had been to the doctor a couple days prior and had gotten a sonogram, even snagging two extra copies for the band to have. They’d shown up a bit late to Vince’s house, but it didn’t really matter.

Everyone was in the living room when Nikki and Tommy walked in, and they were a bit thrown off by the presence of Razzle. Though, they weren’t too surprised. He’d been getting closer with Vince lately and Tommy bit back a comment when he saw them sitting rather close on the couch. Mick had decided to take an arm chair away from them and that was totally surprising.

“We have a gift for you two,” Nikki announced, always one for an entrance. Everyone looked at them and Tommy barely contained himself, grinning as he and Nikki both produced one sonogram each. Nikki handed his off to Mick and Tommy scurried to give his to Vince.

“What are we looking at here?” Razzle asked as he examined the sonogram Vince had been handed, all three of them looking at it curiously.

“Tweedledee and Tweedledum are gonna have a kid,” Mick was the first to answer and Nikki pulled a face at him, although Tommy was unphased by the comment.

“Gross, asshole. Weren’t they related?” Nikki huffed at him, shoving at his arm, although it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. Mick made an unhappy noise at the shove anyway, continuing to look at the picture he’d been given. As grumpy as he pretended to be about it, they would later come to find out that Mick had kept the sonogram beside his bed.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Tommy reiterated as though neither of them had even said anything. He took a seat beside Vince on the couch, crowding close to his side and pointing at the picture. “See that? That’s the baby’s head,” Tommy explained and Vince laughed.

“Looks like a weird little alien. Just wait until they’re first born, man. They look freaky as hell,” Vince told him, leaning to give him a side hug. “I’m proud of you, though. You two are gonna be great,” That comment earned him a tight squeeze from Tommy, almost bruising his ribs with how roughly he handled him. Tommy’s grin was so wide that Nikki wondered how it didn’t hurt.

***

Something Nikki hadn’t expected about pregnancy was how horny it would make him. In fact, his doctor had warned him in the beginning that he would likely experience a decrease in sex drive. It had seemed like the total opposite for him, wanting it more and more often.

Tommy had been concerned about it when Nikki first tried to initiate. It had taken reading a few passages from a pregnancy book Tommy’s mom had dropped off and a conversation with their doctor before Tommy felt comfortable enough. The entire time, he was still always cautious and continuously checking in with Nikki. Luckily, that worry and panic had decreased the more they messed around.

They always fucked in positions that didn’t put any pressure on Nikki’s stomach. Most of the time, this meant Nikki riding Tommy which he had to admit, he loved. He enjoyed being in control of everything and able to move exactly how he needed. Riding Tommy also forced him deeper inside and let him rub against his sweet spot with every movement.

Now, Tommy was laid next to him and they were simply touching each other. They’d both wanted to mess around, but neither had enough energy. Tommy hadn’t slept well the previous night and Nikki didn’t have a lot of energy for much of anything these days. They had found a solution, though.

Nikki’s hand was wrapped around Tommy’s cock, warm and wet as he stroked over him. He always knew how to make Tommy feel like he was about to die in the best possible ways. Tommy decided this had to be true love because nobody made a handjob feel as good as Nikki did. Their bodies were meant for one another.

Tommy’s hand was between Nikki’s legs as well, one of Nikki’s vibrators in his palm and pressing against his clit perfectly. They had spent enough time figuring each other out, knowing the right spots and the right pressure to apply to drive the other crazy. And it seemed even more intense for Nikki now. His whole body felt like it was on fire and Tommy luckily showed no signs of stopping.

Ultimately, Tommy came first. Nikki had twisted his palm in just the right away, messing with the sensitive head and that had been enough. He’d stroked Tommy through it until he was oversensitive and squirming then just a bit more to be evil. Tommy didn’t even pause what he was doing when he came, continuing to rub the toy against Nikki. It didn’t take much longer, especially after Tommy could put all his focus into it, before Nikki came as well.

“Fuck. I feel like I genuinely came my brains out,” Nikki groaned after a few minutes of just catching his breath. It took longer than normal to get his air back now, another weird side effect of pregnancy that he hadn’t been expecting.

***

“We are not naming our baby Jagger,” Nikki insisted, sounding downright incredulous, although his tone still contained a light-hearted nature. He was trying not to smile as he looked at the list of potential baby names that was hanging up on their refrigerator.

Tommy was at the stove, making them breakfast, filling the kitchen air with the scent of eggs and potatoes cooking. Nikki’s eyes scanned over the list of names, checking the new additions that had been written down along with the old. The list wasn’t very long now, they’d marked off a lot of potential ideas. They’d landed on a handful of options for if it was a girl or a boy.

They’d opted out of knowing if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl yet, wanting to just be surprised on the day. Tommy had gone back and forth on wanting to know beforehand. More than once, they’d considered finding out what the baby would be, but had ultimately decided against it. So, their list contained options for if it was a boy or a girl, but Tommy was stead-fast about it being a girl.

Tanner, Avra, Mariana, Gunner, Jasmine, Maverick, Jagger apparently.

Nikki had jokingly written down Jon (middle name Bon-Jovi) which Tommy had scratched off the list almost immediately. They still had plenty of time to decide, although it felt like time was flying by.

“Jagger is a cool ass name,” Tommy insisted. Nikki turned to watch him adding tomatoes to the mixture and Tommy glanced up at him, pointing towards him with the spatula. “Go sit down. You should be taking it easy,” Nikki rolled his eyes at him, but went to take a seat at the table which seemed to appease Tommy. “Maybe we can use Jagger as a middle name,” Tommy compromised and Nikki supposed he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

***

It was a quiet January day, early in the morning hours, when Gunner Nicholas Lee was finally born. He was seven pounds and eight ounces, and just a bit over nineteen inches long. It had been a surprisingly easy birth with only Tommy in the room with Nikki and the doctors, although Tommy’s parents both sat impatiently in the waiting room.

As Tommy held their baby for the first time, golden light from the rising sun left a soft glow over Gunner’s face. The baby was passed easily to Nikki and Tommy stood next to the bed beside them. He stroked sweaty, dark hair away from Nikki’s face and smiled at the pair.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Tommy asked quietly, feeling like the room was fragile around them. Nikki smiled, head pressed to the downy pillows. Tommy leaned down enough to press a kiss to Nikki’s forehead. “You did perfect.”

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The Dirt (Your Version)

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

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

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

Word Count: 4k

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

Previous Chapter

Chapter 21- Mötley fuckin' Crüe

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

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

Nikki shrugged, "first an apology."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I heard you and Heather broke up."

Tommy nodded, "yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

"It's okay."

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

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

"How is that okay?"

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

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

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

Holy shit.

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

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

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

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

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

It was time to go get Mick Mars.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Locating Vince Neil was harder than you anticipated.

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

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

Moonshadow's bar downtown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Vin, it's not your fault."

"It kinda feels like my fault."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's talk." Mick said.

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

"Okay."

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

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

"Yeah, your band." Vince muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You three together?"

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

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

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

You loved Nikki and Tommy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's make some fucking music."

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

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

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

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

"Can I move now, baby?"

"Yes, but be careful not to smudge-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Close your eyes for me." Nikki instructed.

You raised your eyebrows, "um, why?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." You answered without hesitation.

"Close your eyes."

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

There was no mistaking what that mark was.

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

"She's fucking beautiful, man."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy nodded, "hell yeah."

"Let's do it." Nikki grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A swell of love and pride washed over you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's fate.

That's family.

And that's Mötley fuckin' Crüe.

...THE END

A/N: I'm actually crying...

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't know what the future holds.

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

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

ANYWAY...

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

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

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

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