#vince neil imagine
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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.
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Request;
Can I have a Nikki Sixx smut where reader is Nikki's soft spot and he's an asshole to everybody but her, so when she's being a brat at soundcheck for the Dr. Feelgood tour he just takes her back to his dressing room and gives her some softdom punishment? Like praising and thigh riding and stuffs?
Thankies!! ^^
I HATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT YOU, nikki sixx.
warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjob, kisses, jealous!nikki, longfic (?), you and nikki have a long term relationship, praise, degradation, punishment.
author's note: hey bae! apologies for the delay. this is probably the longest thing i've ever written, i hope you don't mind. i don't have that much experience writing smut so I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted! also, really liked your blog:) good read, kisses<3
“— do you think...like...he's okay?” — tommy asked you, almost static as you two watched nikki argue with a random sound crew guy.
“— uhum.” — you muttered, with a carefree expression. you knew better than anyone how stressed nikki was lately. you were probably the only person who understood him, who understood how important that album was to him and how he was really trying. during the recording of the album, you waited for him at home late at night, just to listen to him and be able to help with what was possible.
even though vince, tommy and mick thought you didn't care much for his sudden humor outbursts, you were always keeping an eye on him. did you know that most of the time, he just started yelling at people on pure impulse, but still wanted to prevent something worse from happening.
and, well, the boys loved you like you were part of their “family”, from the moment they met you as nikki's new girlfriend, a few years ago, they knew you weren't like the others. you kept pace with nikki, but were still very responsible and decided, and that was exactly what he needed. the thing is: not even all that affection they had for you was able to make them not be confused by how nikki was with you compared to others. it was obvious to everyone that you were the love of his life, yet they still couldn't understand how he could be so sweet to you while being such an asshole to everyone else.
and that was exactly what tommy was thinking about when he didn't even notice the bassist approaching you two. but you notice, you took a deep breath and smiled as your eyes followed nikki's figure, relieved because he dropped the argument.
tommy winced, noticing the annoyed expression on nikki's face as he walked. before he could start thinking about the thousands of shit nikki would shout at him at that moment, he saw nikki's expression change instantly as he walked towards you.
“— hey, princess.” — he says to you as he passes by you two, not forgetting to leave a peck on your lips.
honestly, for the drummer, there was no logical explanation for what happened between you and your boyfriend. he starts to consider bringing the idea of always keeping you around to vince and mick, thinking it was the easiest way to deal with nikki.
tommy turned to where you were sitting next to him, wanting to tell you a joke about it, but you weren't there. he quickly scans the stadium and stage, trying to find you. he can see you running after nikki to the dressing room before the two of you disappear behind the curtains.
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the boys were about 20 minutes waiting for nikki, they had agreed to meet in the stage in ten minutes, for soundcheck, but all they knew was that, according to tommy, you and him disappeared somewhere backstage to make out. mick, visibly irritated, prepared to grab his guitar and head back to the dressing room when the bassist finally appeared. he seemed calmer, it was evident for the stupid smile on his face and (your) red lipstick stains on his neck. the guitarist wants to punch him for how calm he looks even though he knows he is 20 minutes late.
by the time he arrives at his position on stage, you sit in another corner of the stage, a little away from the musicians.
"— so, are we starting this shit or what?"
they went through five songs before the first break (which happened because vince said he wanted to go over some more lyrics again). nikki slung the bass over her shoulder and looked at where you were a few minutes ago, recording the soundcheck. he remembers seeing you there at the beginning of the last song, but now, you weren't there anymore.
he looked back and saw tommy walking to the dressing room. he shouted, getting the drummer's attention.
“— tommy, have you seen yn around here?"
“— nah, man. she must have gone to get some water or something” — he said quickly and went back on his way.
nikki imagined the same and didn't care too much at first, walking to his own dressing room. at least, he didn't care too much until he saw where you were. or better, who you were with. when he looked at the door, a plate with his name carved behind you and a very familiar man. evan-fucking-decker. he stood there, watching, trying to figure out the possibility of evan decker showing up backstage at a mötley crue concert and meeting you.
so, evan was like a roadie for the band for a few years, a long time ago. things kind of ended with him when he and nikki had an little intense argument. years later, at a festival, they met again, but this time you and nikki were already together. your boyfriend was at least surprised when you and the blonde recognized each other. when you were alone again, you told him you met evan as teenager, at summer camp, and that you stopped talking after he confessed liking you.
normally, nikki didn't give a shit about things from the past, like relationships and stuff like that. however, nikki remembered one time talking to evan late at night, drinking and talking about their lives. he remembered evan telling about a girl he fell in love with when he was younger. he remembered the whole story, actually, including the part where he said he hoped to meet her again someday, maybe get a second chance. maybe that memory made him think he noticed something different in evan's look at you. after that day, you met a few more times, always at music-related events, but nikki always looked sulky when he saw that man's face. until today, you didn't knew why.
“— sixx! it's been so long!” — fuck. did he really have to talk to that guy?
nikki fakes his best smile as he walks up to you both, putting an arm around your waist and leaves a kiss on your cheek.
“— hey, evan, didn't know you would be here today!” — he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible as his hand lightly squeezed you waist.
“— ah, my friend is helping with the production. decided to stop by to visit an old friend.” — evan looked at you as he spoke, blushing a little.
you laughed as nikki tried very hard not to open that dressing room door and lock himself in there with you until he left. the feel of your head resting on his shoulder may have been what calmed him down.
“— so, hm..you are...like..” — he said, looking a little nervous when he noticed how close you and nikki were.
“— yes! for three years. you didn't knew?"
nikki thanks you for answering before him. for him, it was amazing the way evan's expression changed from excitement to disappointment. he wanted to laugh, looking like a bully kid at school.
“— no..hm, i heard something about it but i didn't believe.” — he said, kinda awkwardly .
“— why not?” — you asked, laughing, like it was a joke.
“— ah, you know...” — he chuckles — “— you are kind of opposite spirits.”
you got confused. in fact, one of the reasons you were attracted to nikki since the first time you saw him, it was how you felt he was the first person who shared the same thoughts as you. how you felt understood.
before thinking of an answer, you turned to your boyfriend, noticing how silent he was. something nikki didn't know about you is that you could read his thoughts just by hearing his voice on the phone. you always knew how he was feeling, and although there were few times he got jealous of you, did you notice his grip on your waist, almost possessive, and the look at evan, almost murderous.
you thought it was funny, and it was a good opportunity to get rid of the boredom you was feeling all morning. you quickly say goodbye to evan, pushing nikki into the dressing room.
“— finally.” — he says, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch. “— i can't stand that guy.”
you laughed as you closed the door. you went to the couch too, sitting on nikki's lap.
“— i can't believe you're jealous of a guy i haven't seen in almost three years.” — you said in a mocking tone as you settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“— apparently, three years wasn't enough for him to forget you.” — he rolled his eyes, trying hard not to give in to your touch.
“— why are you so affected by this?” — you asked as looked into his eyes. “— i didn't even remember his name. i'm not his friend since i was 15. i thought you were more confident..” — you smiled, teasing him.
“— and i thought you were smarter.” — he said seriously, making you start to get annoyed at his childish behavior. “— honestly, he fucking asked if we are dating, when he knows we are, because you said it when he met us at that festival. he was literally waiting for you to say no so he could take you to the nearest bathroom and-”
“— fine! fuck it, i understood!” — you interrupted him, putting your hand over his mouth for him to stop talking — “— fucking gross, sixx.." — you said a little disgusted, wondering how he was going to finish that sentence.
he gently grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his face. “— well, that's exactly what he wants, whether you like it or not. and, you know, i'm generally not a big fan of guys who want to try their luck with my girlfriend.”
you smile and hold back your laughter "— i'm not going to argue with you because you look really cute when you get all possessive." — you get closer, leaving a few kisses on his face.
and nikki tries to maintain that tough pose, but when he feels you so close, after 20 minutes away, and knowing that now he will have to spend at least an hour without touching you, it seems like pride just disappears. nikki has always been like this with you, but only with you. it was physically impossible for him not to treat you like a goddess 100% of the time. and he saw you like that, as a point of light and comfort in his mind, he absolutely adored you.
you giggle against his skin as you feel his fingertips caress your hips. you pull away and stare at him for a moment. god, nikki was the most beautiful man in the world, you were sure of that.
his redemption to your charms is sealed by the gentle kiss he leaves on your lips. he feels like he melts with the artificial strawberry taste on your lips, pulling you closer until it's impossible to deepen that kiss any further. but it was still gentle, the way he held you by your waist, or how he smiled when he felt you moan softly against his lips, it was gentle.
you wish it had lasted longer. in fact, if you had known that the conversation with evan would take up so much of the time that you and nikki could have been making out on the couch, you would've said goodbye before. but you only realized when mick's angry voice sounded through the dressing room.
“— seriously, sixx, feel free to get into yn's pants AFTER the show ends, preferably”
you realize that nikki is ready to shout some childishness at mick, but thinks it's not worth it. you two would have more time after soundcheck, right?
before he says anything, you grab his face and kiss him again. less time consuming, sweet enough to make him forget whatever he was going to yell at mick.
you get off his lap and he kisses you one last time before going back to the stage. a simple goodbye that can't hide how much you both wanted to not care about any of that and can simply extend that moment.
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"— 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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i want this specific vince to ruin me
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Imagine # 977
Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)
If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.
Gif credit goes to - Unknown.
Year posted - 2022
Summary - Nikki ditches you, and He steps in to raise the child as his own.
📝Note(s) - I did this one a little differently, in this one you get to choose who He is out of the Crüe boys. And you get to decide if it's real life Crüe or The Dirt Crüe.
⚠️Warning(s) - I mean I don't think I need to explain what's fucked up here...
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✨Mick✨
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When Mick opened the front door to his house, he was surprised to see (Y/n), teary eyed and suitcase in hand. "(Y/n), what's going on?" Mick asked, his eyes drowsy with sleep, as it was late in the evening. "Nikki kicked me out... I didn't know where else to go." She sniffled softly, wiping her tears away frantically. "What?- Why?" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Come inside." He ushered her in, taking her bag then following her inside. Once inside they walked into the living room, where they sat down on the large leather couch. "What happened?" Mick asked after a moment of silence. "We had a fight... A serious one... He kicked me out, and said he never wants to see me again..." (Y/n) bit her lip, stifling her pitiful whimpers. "What was the fight about?" Mick pried carefully. "I'm pregnant Mick... I'm pregnant with Nikki's child, and he fucking kicked me to the curb!" (Y/n) cried out, her body shaking as she wept. Mick scowled at the news, pissed that Nikki would pull something like this.
He moved from his place on the couch, and pulled (Y/n) into his arms, allowing her to cry onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry Mick, I don't want to be a nuisance, but I didn't know where else to go." She sniffled as she tried to pull herself together, Mick however scoffed at her words. "You could never be a nuisance (Y/n), you should know better than that." He scolded playfully, making (Y/n) chuckle softly through her tears. "Stay with me (Y/n), I'm not going to abandon you like that jackass." Mick added as he gently held her face between his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "Are you sure Micky?" (Y/n) asked with big doe eyes, making him roll his eyes at the nickname. "Of course I'm sure, I'm here for you, and for the baby." Mick promised as he placed his hand against her still flat belly, his thumb brushing against her softly. "Okay Micky, thank you." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his soft hair. "You're welcome (Y/n)." He whispered softly, his heart swelling with the promise of having a family with a woman he had silently adored for years.
---Five months later---
(Y/n) hadn't seen Nikki or any of the other boys since he kicked her out, aside from Mick of course. And as far as Nikki was concerned she was no longer an issue, but the guilt ate away at him each night. And the guys just assumed she broke up with him and took off, having no idea about the pregnancy. In that time Mick and (Y/n) had become closer and closer with each passing day, until eventually Mick asked her to be his girl. Without hesitation she agreed and embraced him, her growing belly making it a little awkward at first, making them both chuckle. Today had been an especially rough day for (Y/n), after a long appointment at the hospital, and a grueling day at the grocery store, she simply couldn't stand the thought of staying home alone, while Mick went to rehearsals. "Why don't you come with me today?" He suggested as he held her from behind as she cooked a simple meal for them. "Nikki will be there." (Y/n) pointed out. "You can't exactly hide from him forever..." Mick pointed out.
"I know that... But he doesn't even know what happened to me, let alone that we're together now." She sighed, leaning back into Mick's chest. "I know... But regardless of the fact that he's an asshole for abandoning you, he deserves to know that you're okay... And that we're together." He pointed out. "How are we going to explain this to Tommy and Vince?" (Y/n) asked as her placed her hand over Mick's, which rest on her swollen belly. "This is my baby, Nikki didn't want anything to do with it. But I do. This is my daughter, our daughter." Mick voiced, making (Y/n) smile. "Okay Micky, this is our daughter, and no one else matters." (Y/n) agreed as she turned around in his arms, kissing him lovingly afterwards. "I'll go with you today, and whenever else you want me to." She smiled as they parted, resting her forehead against his. "Fuck the rest." Mick stated as he mirrored her smile. "Fuck the rest." She agreed with a small giggle.
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Later that day, just as promised, (Y/n) went with Mick to rehearsal. And the moment she walked in behind him, both Vince and Tommy literally dropped what they were holding. "Holy shit." Tommy breathed out at the sight of (Y/n)'s clearly pregnant belly. "What the hell happened to you?" Vince questioned as he and Tommy approached her and Mick. "Mick did you knock up Nikki's old lady?" Tommy asked Mick, who scowled at his bandmates. "Ex old lady." Mick pointed out. "You sly dog you." Tommy giggled at Mick who flipped him off. "Is that why you left Nikki?" Vince asked. "Nikki kicked me out, because that smack is more important." (Y/n) hissed, making Vince hold his hands up in surrender. "Shit sorry, he didn't exactly say anything about it." Vince shook his head a little. "Of course he didn't." (Y/n) rolled her eyes.
Not a minute later Nikki strolled into the room, clearly having been shooting up in the bathroom. "Fuck Mick, took you long enough to get here." Nikki chuckled, seemingly not noticing (Y/n). Atleast until Tommy and Vince moved out of the way, revealing her, and her baby bump to his glossy blue eyes. "(Y/n)." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes locking onto her belly. "What are you doing here?" He licked his dry lips, his eyes shooting to Mick, who had placed a protective hand upon her belly. "I asked her to come with me today, the pregnancy has been hard on her lately." Mick stated with a hint of venom in his voice. "So you two are together now huh?" Nikki asked as he glanced to (Y/n)'s face. "Yeah, we're together." (Y/n) admitted. "And the kid?" Nikki asked, unsure of how to go about this. "She's my daughter." Mick cut in, locking eyes with Nikki, who accepted his answer with a nod of his head. "Let's get to it then." Vince butted in, both him and Tommy finding the conversation incredibly awkward.
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✨Tommy✨
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"Hello?" Tommy answered the landline, frowning immediately at the sound of sniffling. "Tommy." His heart leapt into his throat. "(Y/n)? What's wrong? Is everything okay? Is Nikki okay?" He began pacing around, worry seeping into his bones. "Tommy please come get me, please Tommy." (Y/n) wept from the other side. "Where are you?" He asked as he rushed to put on his boots. "I don't know where I am, please Tommy I'm fucking scared." (Y/n)'s voice shook. "I know Princess, calm down. What do you see? What's around you right now?" Tommy nearly fell over as he fumbled with his boots. "Um there's a skate park just down the road... A liquor store called Franklin Liquor... And a huge Billboard promoting your latest record." (Y/n) sniffled. "Okay I know where you are, stay right there, I'll be there in just a few minutes. Okay?" Tommy snatched up his keys. "Okay." (Y/n) agreed before hanging up the phone, remaining inside the phone booth to stay dry from the downpour of rain. Tommy bolted out of his house and into the rain, only wearing jeans and his boots. He fumbled with his keys and dropping them twice, as he tried to unlock his car.
Finally unlocking his car he all but fell inside, slamming the door shut behind him. And drove like mad, fearing the absolute worst. Did Nikki OD? Was (Y/n) hurt? What had happened? Finally he turned onto the road, quickly spotting (Y/n) within the phone booth. He put the car into park beside the phone booth, and rushed out into the rain. "(Y/n) what's wrong?" Tommy asked as he flung open the door, wrapping his arms around her when she flung herself into his chest. "Get me out of here, please Tommy." She wept softly. Tommy nodded his head in agreement, walking her out into the rain, and to his car. Once they were on the road, Tommy couldn't help but drum his fingers against the steering wheel. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asked after a few moments, while they sat at a red light. His heart jumping when (Y/n) audibly sobbed. "I can't go back there." She whimpered as she shook her head. "Is Nikki?" Tommy couldn't bring himself to ask. "No." (Y/n) shook her head again, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Okay..." Tommy breathed out a small sigh of relief, driving in silence back to his house.
Once the car was parked in the driveway, he rushed out into the rain to the passenger side. Helping (Y/n) out, and wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders, walking her to his house, then into the living room. "What happened (Y/n)? I need to know." Tommy asked as they sat down onto the couch. "Nikki..." She shook slightly, and Tommy grasped her forearms, looking into her eyes. "Nikki found out that I'm pregnant... And he dumped me..." She chuckled bitterly. "He literally dumped me on the side of the road, like I was some cheep hookup." Tommy's back went stiff, and his eyes wide. "You're pregnant?... And it's Nikki's?" Tommy wondered aloud, hissing a little when (Y/n) pitched him. "Of course it's his." She hissed at Tommy. "Ow sorry okay, I was just making sure." Tommy chuckled softly, before immediately becoming somber. "I just don't understand why he would do that." He muttered. "It's that fucking junk... He'd rather have it than me... And our..." (Y/n) placed her hand against her flat belly.
"Then it's his loss." Tommy stated confidently, taking (Y/n)'s hands within his own. "And my gain." He added with a bright smile, his words confusing (Y/n). "What do you mean?" (Y/n) frowned a little, making Tommy chuckle. "You're one of my closest friends in the world, I've loved you for years now, and I would be honored to raise this baby with you." Tommy explained. "What? Seriously?" (Y/n) wondered slightly dumbfounded. "Of course, you're a total babe." He giggled when (Y/n) playfully swatted his still damp chest. "Seriously though... You mean to much to me to let you just disappear from my life, because Nikki is being a jackass." Tommy brushed her hair back. "Let me take care of you, and the baby." He added softly, a tinder look in his eyes. "Okay... Thank you Tommy." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his shoulders, despite how cold his damp skin felt against her own. "Thank you (Y/n)... For calling me." Tommy murmured against her hair, smiling to himself, excited about what was to come.
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The following day at rehearsals, when Tommy laid eyes on Nikki he made a beeline for him. Without a word he punched Nikki in the jaw. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Nikki hissed at Tommy, who smiled at him. "That was for abandoning your pregnant girlfriend on the side of the road." Tommy's words shocked Mick and Vince, and made Nikki's stomach lurch. Without another word Tommy grabbed Nikki's face, and planted a dramatic yet platonic kiss onto Nikki's lips. "And that was for finally letting me have a chance with the woman of my dreams." Tommy explained as he released Nikki's face. Nikki scowled before spitting on the floor, wiping his face clean. "Fucking keep her." Nikki hissed, before storming off to the bathroom. Tommy turned to Mick and Vince with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Did Nikki really leave (Y/n) on the side of the road?" Vince asked. "Yeah downtown off of 6th Street." Tommy snatched up his drumsticks, and began drumming lightly against his thighs. "And she's pregnant?" Mick asked. "Yeah." Tommy nodded his head, making the guitarist scowl. "Shithead." Mick growled.
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✨Vince✨
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"(Y/n) is Nikki there?" Vince asked from the other side of the line, having been calling Nikki's house to talk about a new song. "No Vince, he's not here." (Y/n) sniffled softly from the other end, her voice cracking a little at the end. "Hey what's wrong? What did Nikki do this time?" Vince asked, his fist clenching and unclenching subconsciously. "Nothing Vinny. Look I gotta go, I've got some stuff I've gotta take care of." Now he knew she was lying to him, she only ever called him Vinny when something was seriously wrong. "Okay... I talk to you later, yeah?" Vince asked still clenching and unclenching his fist. "Sure Vinny." (Y/n) muttered before hanging the phone up. Vince frowned before setting the phone down, grabbing his leather jacket and keys immediately afterwards. "Bullshit." He muttered before storming out of his house.
Sighing when someone knocked on the door, (Y/n) tossed the clothes down and walked downstairs to answer the door. "Vince?" (Y/n) frowned at the sight of the blonde before her, who pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. "I already told you, Nikki's not here." She crossed her arms. "I know that." He shrugged before walking around her and into the house. "So what did he do this time?" Vince asked as (Y/n) closed the door behind him, walking passed him and back upstairs. "Doesn't matter Vinny, what's done is done." He grabbed her arm before she could walk into the bedroom. "It matters to me." Vince glanced over her shoulder, spotting her bags and scattered clothes. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked when he looked back to her, confusion clouding his eyes. "West Virginia to stay with my aunt." (Y/n) turned away from Vince, to continue her packing. "For how long?" He asked as he took notice of how much she was packing. "Indefinitely." That single word made Vince's world come to a screeching halt.
"What?" He frowned at her, his eyes darting around the room, noticing that she truly was packing everything up. "It means for good Vince." (Y/n) clarified. "I know what indefinitely means." He scoffed before turning her to look him in the eyes. "Why are you leaving?" He asked. "Because I'm just holding Nikki back." (Y/n) hissed with glossy eyes. "Because the band, and that dope are more important than me, and our unborn baby!" Her voice broke at the end. "Y-you're pregnant?" Vince's voice shook a little, ice seeping into his heart at the news. "Yes I'm fucking pregnant, and Nikki wants nothing to do with me or the baby. He broke things off with me, then stormed out of here, saying that he expects me gone by the time he comes back." (Y/n) spoke through her tears, her heart braking in her chest. "He said that?" Vince gripped her arms a little tighter. "Yes." She whispered before the tears spilled from her brilliant eyes.
Before she could utter another word Vince's lips crashed onto hers, kissing her with more passion than she had experienced in so long. When they parted for air Vince rest his forehead against (Y/n)'s, both of them keeping their eyes closed. "Please don't go." Vince whispered. "I can't imagine my world without you in it." His breath fanned across her moist lips. "Please don't leave me." His voice cracked a little at the end. "Vin-" He cut her off with another kiss, his left hand tangling into her hair, while his right hand found its place on her hip. "Don't go." He begged when they parted again, his eyes glossy with tears, now holding her face between his hands. "Vince I-." (Y/n) cut herself off with a sad smile. "(Y/n) I have loved you since we first met, and if being with Nikki made you happy, then I was okay with not having you." Vince licked his lips.
"But now... Now Nikki's broken your heart, and you're going to leave me behind, and forget about me." A single tear escaped his eye. "Vince I could never forget about you." They both chuckled softly through their tears. "Stay with me, be mine, and let me show you how happy I can make you." Vince urged with pleading eyes. "Are you sure, I mean..." (Y/n) placed a hand onto her belly, Vince knelt before her, placing his hands onto her belly. "I'm positive (Y/n), I've never loved someone the way I love you, and I would be happy to raise this baby with you." He kissed her belly before smiling up at her. "Just give me a chance." He murmured before rising to his feet, holding her hands in his own. "Okay Vince, okay." (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement, giggling when the excitement suddenly burst onto his face, kissing her in his excitement.
"Come on let's get your stuff out of here." Vince suggested as they pulled apart, quickly moving to assist her with packing everything else up, and taking it out to his car. As they were trying to pack up the last of her things, Nikki arrived home, scowling at the sight of Vince and (Y/n) both. "Damn the whore found a new dick to jump on already huh?" Nikki spat, his words making Vince's blood boil. "Shut the fuck up Sixx." Vince warned. "Or what?" Nikki mocked, but before Vince could do anything rash, (Y/n) caught his arm. "Just leave him Vince, he's juiced." (Y/n) pulled his arm. "What about the rest of your stuff?" Vince asked, knowing there were still a few things to get. "Fuck it." She shrugged before tugging his arm. "Are you sure?" Vince asked. "It's just shit he's bought me anyways, so fuck it, fuck all of it." (Y/n) pulled his arm again, convincing him to walk to the car.
"That's right get the fuck outta here, both of you!" Nikki shouted, clearly drunk like (Y/n) had observed. She rolled her eyes and slid into the passenger seat of Vince's car. Before Vince could even start the car Nikki came storming out of the house, with several glass ornaments he had bought (Y/n) over the years. "Jesus Christ." (Y/n) sighed as Nikki began shouting incoherently, before throwing the ornaments to the ground, smashing them each one by one. "Let's go before he does anything else crazy." (Y/n) encouraged Vince, who agreed without a word, backing his car out of the driveway. "Christ he's lost it." Vince commented as they got out onto the road. "It's that junk, it's driving him insane." (Y/n) muttered softly, glancing back at Nikki going crazy in the driveway.
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Note that I actually really love Nikki, but this popped into my head, and well here we are. I hope you enjoyed. And honestly I don't see Nikki necessarily doing something like this, but I wouldn't put it past Sixxy to do something like this.
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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Depending on if it was a rougher night, you either just cuddle and talk until you fall asleep or you go over the top and run a bath, massage each other and do cute after care things.
B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)
I feel like Vince's favourite part of himself is his arms/hands or his hair. Probably loves when you tug on his hair or hold onto his arms while riding him. Defo likes to hold hands during slow sex.
He always says something like "I love everything about you" but if he has to choose, he'd probably pick your mouth or eyes. When you're talking to one of the others, he's always looking at your lips or into your eyes. Always making eye contact during sex.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum)
Doesn't hate it but he isn't as cum obsessed as Nikki and Tommy. If he's not cumming in you, he's cumming on your stomach for an easier clean up. He just wants to spend time with you after sex(hopeless romantic squad).
D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
He's definitely a bratty sub. Wouldn't admit it to anyone except you. He definitely disobeyed you once and both of you got so fucking turned on that it’s now a habit for Vince to be a brat.
E - Experience (how experienced are they)
He's got a fair amount of experience. Not Nikki or Tommy level but defo has experience. He knows what he's doing and you’re never disappointed.
F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)
Missionary. He loves the intimacy of being chest to chest, kissing each other, holding hands and just staring into each others eyes.
If you are spicing it up a bit, reverse cowgirl because when you’re riding him, he gets harder than ever.
G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)
He's not goofy or serious. He's romantic. Probably a cracks a joke every once in a while but besides that, he's romantic asf.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they)
I'm assuming he mainly shaves. He has nothing against the bush but he prefers to just get rid of it.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Veeeeeryyyyyyy romantic. He loves to hold hands during sex or look into each others eyes.
J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
Probably loves it if you watch him masturbate. Like, you'll sit on your knees on the bed next to him while he strokes his cock, looking at you and listening to you encourage him.
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Being dominated, hair pulling, choking, being cuffed, praise kink and more. Okay, also hear me out on this one, mommy kink. He let it slip once and from then on he says it during sex 95% of the time.
L - Location (favorite place to do the do)
Bed. Might be classic or whatever but he loves it. It's your safe space to just pleasure each other. Also good for doing more kinky things.
M - Motivation (what gets them going)
Praise. Call him a good boy or tell him that he's doing so well and he's whimpering like a little bitch.
N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)
Anything that will permanently mark either of you. Like knife play. Biting and spanking are fine but anything else is a no-go.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)
Prefers to give head so he can please you but if you start giving him head, he's not gonna say no.
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)
If Vince is on top/dom, slow and sensual. If you’re top/dom(most of the time) fast and rough.
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)
Just like Nikki and Tommy, loves a quickie before a show. If you have time, you’re not having a quickie because he does love sex.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment)
Yes, defo. Nothing too mental though, everyone has their limits(maybe not Nikki and Tommy). Just mention it to him and within the next two seconds, you’re doing it.
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)
2 good rounds if he’s not already asleep. He’s not vanilla or boring, he just prefers to have one or two good rounds rather than 4-5 mediocre ones.
T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)
You both have a secret stash of toys you use on each other. Blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cuffs, ropes, etc.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s very bratty so he doesn’t tease, he just disobeys. You definitely tease him, like you edge him until he’s a begging mess and you just say something like “what’s wrong, baby”.
V - Volume (how loud are they)
Veeeeeery vocal. Likes to let you know how you make him feel. Whines like a little bitch. Moans all the time. The closer he gets to cumming, the louder he gets.
W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)
You two have probably made a sex tape. I have a feeling he’s very into that. He’ll watch it while he’s away from you on tour. You both have a collection of Polaroids.
X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)
I feel like he’s a grower. Im going to say that soft, he’s 5-6 inches and hard, he’s 6-7 inches. So not massive but not tiny. As always, he knows how to use it.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
Always needy for you. Doesn’t always have a visible boner but if you do or say something sexual to him, he’s hard as fuck.
Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
Sleepy baby. You two cuddle up with each other while whispering sweet nothings until you fall asleep together.
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Do you have any Motley Crue fanfics in mind
Yes i have two in mind and one is coming this week or next depending on my schedule.
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MAFS Chapter 6
A/N: Got two more people down the aisle
It's all or nothing
Tonight on Married at First Sight, it’s two more weddings and two more people committing to forever. We’ll see two couples who will be saying ‘I do’ forever with a stranger. Will this be the start of a happily ever after or the biggest mistake of their lives? Find out tonight.
Matilde leaned her head against her dad's shoulder, trying to get some of his calm energy as he stood beside her, waiting to walk his girl down the aisle. He looked at her, shaking his head softly, knowing what a stubborn person she was.
“You’ve never brought a guy home, are you sure you’re ready for the next step and marry someone you don’t know?” he asked the question softly so not to embarrass her but Matilde looked up at him, her smile infectious as her had to smile down at her, shaking his head as he gave into the girl like he had a million times before, “If this was anyone but you Matilde I wouldn’t trust their decision but you, my dear, you’re so full of love that you’ll make a wonderful wife to this man.” he patted her arm, standing a bit taller as he looked ahead, knowing he was about to hand his daughter off to a man he never got to meet.
He had imagined his daughter marrying a man who had come hung out in their backyard during the summers, someone who he had shaken hands with and looked in his eyes to see if he was a good person, a man who he had conversations with and watched footfall on Sunday’s, hopefully rooting for the right team and if he didn’t hopefully being able to take a joke. A stranger was a big leap from that but at the end of the day all he cared about was the beautiful smile of Matilde’s staying on her face and lighting up a room with her radiance. Her father didn’t want to pressure anyone into making a marriage work but he wanted to take a second tonight to speak to her husband and let him know her smile better be there at the end of the time, even if he wasn’t with her.
“You look so serious, papa.” he looked at her, the way she stared up at him with the confidence and joy only she could have jumping into a new life like this, “I’m getting married, this is a happy day.” She was so sure of herself that he had no choice but to believe in the process as much as her.
Matilde was thinking of her adventure book. How she was paired with someone who wanted her to explore and experience the world, how much it excited her that her partner valued this. With all her formal education she could understand people's emotions but it was really her family who had taught her the core things that would make her relationship successful and that was what she was looking forward to bringing into the relationship.
The starting of the harp sounds began as Comptine d’un autre ete: L’apres-midi began. Mathilde exhaled softly, one foot coming out of her gown to reveal the ruby high heel she was wearing. Though she had gone for a traditional wedding look she still wanted little pops of who she was coming out. Her father was beside her, gently tugging along and reminded at how his daughter's strong personality lends itself well to this situation. How she was brave as she moved forward through the doors that were pulled open, half the room filled with her friends and family while the other half had strangers.
Mathilde could feel her heart beating as she looked at the guests, her mothers warm smile and the obnoxious way her friends were giving her thumbs up like they were her little league baseball coach made it all seem more intense. But what really made her heart pump was when she raised her eyes to see her groom waiting for her at the altar.
His blonde hair and shy smile as he looked at her, the way that when their eyes met his cheeks turned just the slightest bit of red. He looked towards his family and friends who all could see the clear attraction he was already feeling. Duff had gotten one look at his wife to be and wondered how he had hit the lottery. The pretty blonde girl seemed to be picked out of a magazine and sent down the aisle. She was as perfect as a cake topper bride and she was going to be his Mrs. McKagan. But aside from just the obvious beauty of Mathilde there was this calm, self assurance about her.
As soon as she stood across from him, after Duff had shaken her fathers hand and reached to shake hers to introduce himself he knew he was hooked.
“I’m Mathilde.” she confirmed after he had said his name, “Are you ready to be my husband?” she asked in a teased voice that had a few people laughing. Duff was smiling, glad that she was the partner that would be taking on the adventure with him.
Being in her presence calmed down the tall blonde man. He felt like he could breathe out and the usual crippling anxiety he would feel in a situation like this was dissipating as he looked down at his bride. She wasn’t afraid to look at him, her cherry red lips parting in a smile when he would smile at her, their hands together in a way that shouldn’t feel natural but it felt good and fresh, safe.
“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Duff whispered as everyone was seated, the compliment making her beam. There was nothing worse than someone wanting to say something but being afraid to say it. Duff feeding her a compliment made Mathilde feel better. If he could talk to her, a stranger now, it would be good for their relationship when they had to talk about more important things. It gave her hope that they’d be able to build a strong communication.
Mathilde was attracted to the blonde bassist from Guns N Roses. She knew who he was and had seen the band live a few weeks back. She had been surprised to see him at the end of the aisle but she was in no way upset about it. She also could see that Duff’s family was here supporting him and she knew that someone wouldn’t bring their family into something like this if it was only meant to be a publicity stunt.
So at first sight Mathilde was quite happy with her husband.
“I do.” Mathilde said, smiling at the way Duff had to wipe his wet palm on his dress pants, how he apologized so softly as he slid the ring on her finger with a shaky hand. His nerves were cute, real and not fake. And Mathilde liked the realness of him.
She held both his hands in hers, looking at him as he smiled at her.
“You are now husband and wife. You can seal your matrimony with a kiss.” Mathilde could see he was worried about the kiss, that he was a good boy and didn’t want to do anything that was wrong.
But lucky for Duff, Mathilde was a big girl and knew what she wanted.
Her hand raised from his, slowly weaving into the blonde locks as she pulled him down and pressed their lips together in their first kiss. His mouth was slightly open, shocked as she kissed him in three intimate soft kisses that had his eyes fluttering like butterfly wings and his stomach knotted in excitement. His wife watched him, smiling at him before turning to their families who were clapping for them, excited for their future.
But not as excited as they were.
Vince could feel all the eyes on him. The way he stood at the altar, strangers on his right as he was thinking about how he should introduce himself to them. He carefully moved over to where her friends were all sitting, whispering as they looked up at Vince. It was clear they knew who he was and part of him liked that they knew, and hoped that it would make a few things a bit easier in his life if his wife understood he was lead singer in a rock n roll band from the start. But part of him worried that she would judge him off the bat for being a lead singer in a rock n roll band.
“I’m Vince.” the girls all gave each other giggling looks, he had stated the obvious there.
“We know who you are. Your bride is going to probably have a heart attack. She’s a big fan of Motley.” the pretty brunette warned him.
“Pft, she is going to try and play it so cool though. She isn’t going to make you feel like she’s a fangirl but she is.” the blonde speaking with interrupted by laughing at the end as the third girl looked at Vince.
“She has a poster of you over her bed.” Vince felt his cheeks pinken at the comment and the girl all smiled, shaking their heads and hushing each other to calm themselves down. He appreciated that they were getting composure, taking a breath as they paused and looked at him now.
“No, she’s really excited about getting married at first sight. She’s a hopeless romantic and…I actually think you guys will get along really well.” Vince watched the way that they all solemnly nodded their heads at this in agreement that the mystery bride and Vince would be a good pick.
Something about the way they got serious made him realize that they trusted their friend and the fact that she was doing this for the right reason. The way her friends had faith in her gave Vince the ability to have blind faith in this whole situation.
He thanked the girls, headed back up to the altar, knowing it was almost time to marry his bride. Vince had noticed the absence of her family in the front row. He wasn’t sure if there was no family, if they weren’t supported, or if this whole marriage at first sight thing and TV cameras had scared them away, like it had his own. Vince could understand how scary this must be for parents. Having their kids grow up and go off with someone who they didn’t know. He would be terrified. But he also wanted to meet her family and show them that he was a good person, that he was doing this for the right reasons, that he wanted to fall in love with one person and have his fairytale happily ever after. He trusted this process.
The opening chords to the traditional bridal march. Vince watched, heart hammering as the bridesmaids started coming down the aisle. He felt his hands making wet, nervous fists as he tried to look past the elegantly dressed women, craving a look at his bride.
But when he saw her his breath caught and he found himself forgetting how to breathe. Vince had been with plenty of people, beautiful women all over the world. But his bride…wow…she blew them all out of the water.
She looked up at him, the hint of recognition on her face a quick flutter that if he hadn't been searching for it wouldn’t have noticed. She shimmered, the diamond tennis bracelet he had gifted her on her wrist as she held the red roses in her hands. There was something about her that seemed romantic and Vince had his heart hammering in his chest as he stepped forward, as she handed her bouquet to a bridesmaid and took his hand.
“You’re absolutely stunning.” the way her cheeks pinkened as she walked up the few steps with him, “I’m Vince.” he introduced himself despite knowing it wasn’t necessary.
“I’m Maria.” Vince didn’t know what to do in this situation, it was so strange and different than what he had ever imagined his wedding day to be. Granted, he had pictured he would end up getting married in The Little White church in Vegas while in a drunken stupor. But this, this was so much better.
He raised Maria’s hand, the flutter of a kiss on her knuckles as she looked at him, her eyes watching his movements as she thought to herself that this was everything that she had wanted and then some.
The ceremony was easy, Vince seemed to be okay, maybe used to the attention and there was something about the way he was able to take a lot of the eyes off her that Maria liked. She felt like they were a Barbie and Ken doll together, this perfect pair that looked the part of husband and wife, they would play at it and live in their dreamhouse.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” Vince was sliding the band on her finger. The ring was three rows of small diamonds that gleamed on her finger and Maria slightly dizzy from the sparkle. Vince leaned in, “If you don’t like it we can get another.” But she was shaking her head, then looking at him as she realized he had used ‘we’ so easily, already connecting them together.
“You may now kiss your bride.”
Maria let Vince take her in his arms, his hand on her back as he bent her slightly back as their lips came together in their first kiss. It was warm against him, his lips two soft pillows against hers as she leaned into him, enjoying the way it felt to be in his arms. How it felt to be Mrs. Vince Neil Wharton.
He leaned her back on her feet, taking her hand in his with ease and holding it up as they faced all their friends who would be celebrating with them. Maria felt good, damn good about all of this and she just knew Vince would make her feel better.
“Let's go pop some champagne and talk for a bit.” Vince whispered, leading her down the aisle, taking a right and moving through the doors to where a balcony was set up for them. Instead of letting go of his wife as soon as they got outside Vince held her hand up, moving to spin her in a slow circle, his eyes going up and down as he took in her image, “You really are the most breathtaking bride and I’m the luckiest damn man in the world.” The cameras weren’t set up outside yet and Maria loved how at this moment they were having alone he was giving her this attention and boosting her confidence.
As soon as Maria saw who her husband was she was very aware it was the singer from her favorite band. But instead of hyperventilating over it she had decided that he was still a stranger, no matter how many articles she had read about him in magazines. Which was good for Vince that she wasn’t basing him on what she read about him but more of what he showed her and who he truly was.
“For you.” he handed her a champagne flute, bubbling with cool crisp liquid, picking up one for himself. He looked at his new wife, thinking about how they had so much to look forward to and to toast to. This was a big step for both of them, “Lets cheers to us, Mr and Mrs. Wharton, for taking a step into forever with a stranger. Hopefully we can laugh at this on our 50th year anniversary and talk about how we were a pair of crazy kids who hadn’t an idea of how truly fabulous marriage could be.” Vince spoke prettily and Maria felt herself liking him more with how romantic he was being.
But as they sipped their champagne the cameras started setting up and she looked at them, slightly uneasy for a second before Vince put his hand on top of hers. He was looking t her, serious with his brown eyes comforting.
“I know it’s going to be strange to have cameras following us everywhere but I think we should really try to be as authentic as possible. It’s hard knowing you’re under a microscope but how about we make a plan now so if we’re ever feeling overwhelmed with filming or need a break we know we have a time to dish it out together?” Maria softened even more for him then.
The fact Vince could tell how she was hesitating to the fiming and thinking ahead made her know that she had made the right choice taking this leap of faith.
“Only if we can have ice cream hour where we destress over a pint of ice cream.” Vince smiled, all his teeth showing as she said this, nodding his head.
“I can’t wait to try all your favorite flavors.” And he meant it. Vince was very excited to learn more about his wife. To find out what her favorite ice cream was, to see what she was like on a day to day basis, to see what sort of partyer she was.
There was so much to learn and he was looking forward to learning it all.
Duff helf Mathilde sit down, shifting her dress out of the way so that she had room as they sat in the close confines of the loveseat outside. It was a nice day in October, one of the warm days before it got too cool in LA and the couple sat, quiet and almost shy with each other as they enjoyed the sparkle of daylight fading.
“Are you from LA?” Duff asked, trying to make conversation but it was a strange idea. Having to talk to a stranger who now was his wife and find out the very basic information he would normally get while dating someone on his wedding day.
It felt a bit backwards and confusing, both things which stressed Duff out and triggered his fraught anxiety. He was so afraid of slipping up and messing things up before they even got a chance to start. But Mathilde looked at him, swallowing her sip of champagne as the camera filmed the newlyweds.
“I came out here for school. I’m studying to be a psychologist right now. My family is pretty close though so we try to get together at least once a month with someone in the family. We meet places if we can’t all get together and do little trips, which has been really fun.” she paused and looked at Duff, “I know about your band. I’ve heard songs and listened to them but I’m not a crazy super fan. So are you from LA or somewhere else?” Duff was thankful she had broken the ice about his band, he had worried about talking about that. Especially one camera.
The idea of floundering for how to explain what he did for a living as a rockstar and having people all over the country watch him make an ass out of himself wasn’t what Duff considered to be a good time. IN fact he would chalk that up as the stuff of his nightmares.
“I’m from Seattle. My family flew down for the wedding and since we’re all on the same coastline we do try to get together sometimes. I’m not so good about it but I do call my mom every Sunday. My family is important to me but I think sometimes I forget that.” Duff admitted and Mathilde liked his candid honesty.
They each took a sip of champagne, Mathilde wondering if he didn’t mention being in the band on purpose or if it had slipped his mind. She had wanted to clear the air about it and she was worried now that Duff hadn’t realized her intention.
“But yeah, I’m in a band so I am busy and travel doing that. We’re not scheduled for a tour for at least a year but sometimes we get together to throw around ideas for songs or we have interviews and shit we have to do. I’ll have a lot of time for this marriage though. I don’t want you to feel like you’ll be abandoned or anything like that because that’s not what I want to happen or make you feel.” Mathilde liked how he was thinking realistically and how he was dedicating time to this.
Duff came across as shy, nervous but very open and honest. Mathilde was very good at reading people and could see that he struggled with saying too much, that he was worried about how he came across and she wanted to put some pressure off him.
Afterall she had been his wife for all of ten minutes, it was time to step up.
She took his hand in hers, squeezing it softly to let him know she wa shere with him. The small gesture was enough for Duff to grin like he had just been given the ham bone on a holiday. He was so cute when he smiled and Mathilde wanted to kiss him again at that moment.
“We have time to figure things out, Duff. Maybe not a lot in this experiment but after it we have infinite time to see what we want. Don’t feel like you have to explain yourself to me with your job. I’m busy with school so I understand what following your dream can cost you. We can take our time and figure out all the details together, okay?” she was smiling at him again and Duff was thinking that he had just hit the jackpot with his wife.
He leaned forward, shy and unsure, the small little head nod that Mathilde have him giving him the confidence to kiss his wife again. It was just a soft kiss, quick enough that it didn’t seem like a lot but to the couple they were already starting to drown in each other. Though they could already tell there would be some sense of bond between them.
The cameras rolled as Duff pulled away from his wife, his thumb reaching up to swipe up at the red lipstick around her lips, perfecting the cut of color on her lips. Mathilde looking up into his eyes as she smiled at him, feeling better with each second of their wedding day.
“Sorry to interrupt you guys but can we have you go do your pictures?” the pair of them looked up at camera crew, having forgotten that they were there and nodded.
Duff was getting up first but reaching down, helping his wife to her feet as he smiled at her with ease as she got to her feet. She was quiet as she walked beside him, slightly nervous as she was beside him walking towards the pictures.
Mathilde was only nervous because she knew this was where their families would be meeting them as a couple. She knew how protective her family could be over her and she didn’t want Duff to be overwhelmed. She knew he could be nervous and was worried that her family, who was protective of her to maybe a fault, could make things hard for her new husband. Her mind is already on his comfort.
“My mom is going to be so happy to meet you. And I know meeting the parents is going to be weird but I want to make a good impression. Do you have any good tips for me?” Mathilde smirked, wrapping her arm around Duff. Glad he was thinking about the parents as well.
“Stick with me and we’ll get through this.” Mathilde was promising as they moved into the garden where they saw a photographer setting up.
Duff, for all of his anxiety, was a man firm about his handshakes and introductions. Mathilde appreciated the way he made sure to go around and talk to everyone. He was sociable in a way that she knew was taking a lot out of him but she watched him, the forced pleasantries that she was sure people didn’t realize were forced and she liked that he could push himself like that.
Mathilde was impressed with her husband.
Ten minutes later they had started taking pictures. It did feel strange to have his hands and arms around her but at the same time Duff was so careful, considerate. He would lean down as his hands were on her hips asking her if it was okay, checking in between poses. Asking permission when his hands slipped around down her stomach and pulled Matilde back against him.
When she looked up she could feel the way that his lips were close to hers, the way that if-
Duff was kissing her and pressing his lips against hers, holding her against them as they shared short kisses, smiling in between them as they took their wedding pictures. Mathilde and Duff looked happy with each other, getting more familiar with each other.
When their families came over the pair of them looked up, both of them smiling at the same time as they noticed the way that their families were getting along. Sharing drunks and laughs They were getting closer than the couple in the short time. It was nice to see their families getting long, it was like another push from the universe to have them be together.
“It seems everyone is as happy as I am that you’re a McKagan.” Duff whispered it softly, making Mathilde look up, smiling at him.
“Not as happy as me.”
Vince and Maria’s wedding pictures were gorgeous. People were stopping to watch them. The way they leaned into each other, seeming to be able to pose and interact with each other with this comfort that had the producers wondering if maybe they weren’t strangers. But the natural chemistry was just coming out strong.
And both of them really wanted to have nice wedding photos.
Vince was getting used to his wife in his arms, getting used to the way it felt to hold a woman and feel the way it was to smell her perfume and hold her fingers in hers. She was pretty in a way that he knew he could appreciate every single day forever.
He sat down, pulling Maria partly on his knee, tilting her chin up. He held her eyes smiling at her as she looked at him with her eyes shining with excitement.
“I think this might be my favorite one.” Vince whispered, holding eye contact, just pausing for a second to look at his wife's lips. He wanted to kiss her again but he didn't want to smudge all her pretty lipstick anymore. But fuck, it was hard.
Maria liked being with Vince. The way that kept looking at her made her feel gorgeous, like she was the only person in the world. It made her feel beautiful in a way that she hadn’t felt before. He made her feel like she was a movie star and she could get used to the way that she felt so pretty.
When she had saw that it was Vince she had been worried, almost slightly self conscious about herself but from the second Vince had touched you for the first time he had looked at you and made you feel like he was the only person for you.
“I can’t wait to see our wedding album.” Vince said, kissing Maria’s cheek as they sat together, taking another few minutes alone. Vince was attentive, kind and understanding that this whole thing was a lot. He was putting her feelings before his.
Vince was committed to this marriage and he was showing it.
“What song did you pick for our first dance?” Duff asked as Mathilde pulled him out to the dance floor. She was happy and Duff could feel the way that his cheeks hurt from smiling so much with her all night.
“Listen, you better have comfortable shoes on because we’re going to dance.” Duff looked uncomfortable and she looked around, “Hey, we’re going to invite everyone onto the floor and we’re going to dance and have fun. This is our wedding. A celebration. So let's go out with a band.” she grabbed his hand, spinning as they made their way out to the dance floor together.
The opening chords of What I like about You started to play and Duff raised an eyebrow as he looked at Mathilde who was shaking her head, blonde hair swaying as it bounced. Duff loved how pretty she looked when she was happy. She was excited as she motioned for her friends to join them. Duff had to grab her, pick her up off her feet as she laughed loudly, letting the tall man swing her around the dance floor as they laughed.
He was glad they were surrounded by people, that it wasn;t all eyes on the pair of you could just have fun and enjoy the last few moments of the wedding with all the people who loved the pair of them. It felt like a good start to married life. Like they were being blessed by all their freads in a new life that was destined to be great.
And they still had a wedding night to look forward to.
Vince walked with Maria out to the dance floor. He had been getting to know her all night, learning about her between designated parts of the evening. He liked how Maria laughed as she drank too much champagne. How she trusted him to help her slide on her shoe when it fell off, in a true fairytale Cinderella moment. He was gentle and kind, looking at her like she was his princess.
“I didn’t expect to like my wedding night so much.” Maria said, she hadn’t expected to feel so comfortable, to trust her husband so much after just meeting him. She half wondered if knowing who he was helped the situation a bit. At least she knew he wasn't a full lunatic.
“It’s exceeding all my dreams.” Vince said, pulling Maria into his arms and nodding at the band.
The opening notes to Endless Love started to play and Vince began swaying with Maria, he was holding her in his arms as they glided across the ballroom floor. Friends and family watching the pair of them move along.
They went together well, a couple that was easy to fit together. Everyone was commenting as they watched the pair of them moving so in sync after only knowing each other for a couple hours at this point. And it seemed like the young couple knew and understood that they were a good match, that they looked good together.
“Vince?” Maria’s voice was soft, feeling the way Vince;s hand was on her lower back, steadying her as the glided together easily.
“Yes, my wife?” she was smiling at his words. My wife. It felt cute and lovely to be called his wife, a tear of endearment and a mark of protection at the same time.
“I’m really happy it was you at the end of the aisle.” Vince smiled, kissing the top of her head as he moved her around the dance floor. He was abuzz with her words, glad that they both were on the same wavelength with what they were feeling.
“Me too, Maria. Me too.” Vince stroked her fingers with his thumb, “I can’t wait for everything we’re going to go through. I just know this is the best decision of my life.” And as Vince dipped his wife, kissing her softly he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world.
Next time on married at first sight he last four singles will meet at the altar to say I do to a stranger. They will go through their wedding day and learn about who they married and if they think their stranger will always be their happily ever after.
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His Vows to You
Pairing: Vince Neil x Reader
Description: His vows to you on your wedding day
A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.
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Sharing my life with you has been a dream of mine since the day I first laid eyes on you. Four years later, you’re making that dream a reality. You’re my love, my comfort, my home in human form. I’m the man I am today because of you and your love. As your husband, I promise to always choose you. I will laugh with you, cry with you, take care of you, go on adventures with you, grow with you, and love you. I give you my heart today and everyday.
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★Tommy’s sister
Nikki!Sixx x fem!reader, Tommy!Lee x sister!reader
summary: you and Nikki have been sneaking around for a few months now but what happens when your brother finally finds out
warnings: unprotected sex, angry Tommy :o happy ending
1.6k words, not proof read
With the alcohol running through both yours and Nikkis veins, you two were sloppily making your way to your hotel room, too occupied with trying to kiss each other.
You finally hit the right door as Nikki leaned in and started making his way down your jaw and neck, nipping at your beautiful skin. You moaned lightly as your hands went behind his back and grabbed his perky ass. He chuckled into your neck, continuously sucking at your skin, leaving pretty purple marks.
It was when you felt his hard dick rubbing up at you that you rememberd you are still in the hallway.
"Nikki, the door" you gasped out as he started palming your ass.
"Shit yeah on it"
He started looking for the room key awkwardly with one hand as the other was still glued to your ass while his lips to your collarbone.
As he finally found what he was looking for he went to unlock the door, not taking his eyes off of you.
"Fucking lock" he grumbled out getting impatient as he couldn't open the damn door.
When he finally got it you two stumbled back in to the room, Nikki closing the door with his leg.
He snaked his fingers under your shirt and slid his hands up while kissing you deeply. His hand grabbed at your curves all over while he sat down on the edge of your bed.
You steped back and pulled your shirt over your head as well as your skirt. You stood there in your lacey black set looking down at his pretty face. Nikkis eyes were blown with lust as they were lingering on your body.
His hands grabbed at your thighs and pulled you in between his legs. He looked up at you with his dreamy eyes full of love.
"You're absolutely fucking ethereal" he whispered out.
You smiled down at him, your heart filled with nothing but pure love. He pulled you on top of him and you straddled his waist while your hands pulled off his shirt.
You started grinding on his lap, trying to get some friction going. Nikki was absolutely loving it, a wet spot already forming on his pants from your wetness.
Nikkis hands were on your hips guiding and pushing you forward to set the pace. He let out low groans of pleasure with his head resting on your shoulder and clutching you in his arms.
"Fuck baby imma cum before we even get the pants off"
You chuckled lightly pulling back a bit "then be quick" Nikki understood the task immediately and unbuttoned his pants only pulling it down low enough so he could get his dick out.
His hard cock was leaking with precum as you gently rolled your hand over its head making his whimper slightly.
"don't tease baby"
You kissed him hard before lifting up and guiding his dick to your entrance. You aligned it slowly and sat down taking him inch by inch.
You two were both a moaning mess, impatient to get it going. Nikkis hands went to your hips and he pushed you down so you bottomed him out. You both let out another groan of pleasure as your foreheads connected.
You looked up right into his eyes and smiled
"I fucking love you, you dumbass"
He kissed you back passionately and that was all you needed back, as he slowly started moving upwards. With Your hands on his shoulders you bounced up and down while leaving wet kisses all over his neck.
You pushed Nikki down so he was laying on the bed while you tried to take all control and fucked him. He of course wouldn't let you that easily so he still had his hands on your pretty thighs and guided you.
He was so fucking whipped as he watched you milk his cock, your tits bouncing, with your fucked out expression, moaning all prettily only for him.
"Fuck baby 'm close" he dragged out while hitting all your sweet spots.
"Me too" you whisperd out as he felt you squeezing his dick. He grabbed your hips more firmly as he felt you getting closer pulling you down on him even harder.
"M gonna cum nik- fuck"
You hit your high as nikki moaned lowly shooting his warm load into you, rutting upwards. Your legs were shaking as he fucked you through it.
You felt cum drip down your thighs as you leaned forward to kiss your boyfriend, his cock still deep inside you.
"You're still hard" you smirked at him, looking at his sweaty face as you tried to catch your breath. He sat you two up and stood up unexpectedly causing you to let out a yelp of surprise.
He started walking with his dick still buried in you to the bathroom. "Round two in the shower?" He asked with a smile on his lips
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you were gently treading your hands through your boyfriend mop of black hair while he was laying on your naked chest, nuzzled into your neck. Nikki was placing lazy wet kisses down your neck as he caressed your hips with his other hand. It was a peaceful moment after a long session of sex.
You and nikki had been together for the past 5 months and going. It all started as an exciting forbidden friends with benefits. It was fun sneaking around and stealing glances and secret touches when you weren't supposed to. But somewhere along the way you two unexpectedly caught feelings for each other and made it official. Well not really, the only problem being your brother. Tommy
You love tommy with your whole heart but he made himself fucking clear that he doesn't want any of his band mates fucking you, touching you or even looking at you the wrong way because as he claimed, he knew them the best and didn't want to see me end up hurt.
You were scared that if tommy found out he would freak. He could either kill nikki & you or hate you forever. You were so fucking scared because you loved and respected your brother but apparently not enough as you were currently laying naked with your sweet boy.
You let out a frustrated sigh as Nikki lazily lifted up his head. "What's wrong baby"
"Hmm nothing just thinking about Tommy"
He cracked out a smile and asked
"We just fucked and here you are thinking about your brother...should i be concerned?"
You laughed slightly as he put his head back down on your chest.
"don't worry we will tell him soon"
You placed a tender kiss to his hair as you felt yourself closing your eyes. The last this you heard before sleep engulfed you was Nikki whispering i love you into your ear.
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You woke up to loud banging coming from your hotel door as Nikki stirred in his sleep.
The sound of your brothers voice outside made you scatter up as quickly as you could throwing on the first pair of pants you could find and a shirt from the floor.
"Y/n will you open upppp i have been standing here for 5 minutesss"
"Just a minute i was in the shower" you shouted as you tried to wake up Nikki.
"Wake up you bastard, Tommy's here"
At the mention of your brothers name Nikki quickly shoot up with a panicked expression on his face.
He cursed as he started messily, still half asleep grabbing his clothes from the floor along with his boots.
You suddenly hear the door open and in walked Vince, Mick and at the very end Tommy.
"Mick got the spare key from the recepti-" Vince started blabbering but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the scene in front of him, whipping around to look at Tommys reaction .
It didn't look good. Nikki was in his boxers, hands full of his clothes while you were standing beside him in his shirt and pants. Vince and Mick knew about your relationship so it was no surprise to them but Tommy on the other hand looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Tommy listen we can-"
Tommy in fact didn't listen because your words stopped the trance he was in and he lunged forward and grabbed your boyfriend.
"Are you fucking crazy you fucked my sister" he started shouting at poor Nikki as Vince stepped in and tried pulling him off, but to no avail.
"Tommy wait it's not like that" you quickly tried to pull his hands away from Nikki.
"No then what is it like huh, he just fucked you and now he's gonna find another girl to have fun with and leave you" tommy spit out as he kept staring daggers at Nikki, like he doesn't do the exact same.
"Stop you are hurting him" you said as you were looking at Nikkis eyes, now genuinely concerned.
Tommy seemed to budge at this and release him. You put your hands on both sides of Nikkis face and gently caressed his cheeks while checking him over if he's okay. He only smiled softly and placed a tender kiss to your forehead.
He then pushed you softly behind him and looked up at Tommy.
"I love her man" he stated with all seriousness in his voice looking straight into Tommy's eyes. Tommy looked behind at you, a questioning look in his eyes. You nodded confirming your love for him.
He let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you fucking make her cry or hurt her in any way I'm gonna fucking kill you" he said still annoyed
Nikki and i finally seemed to relax at his statement, so he snaked an arm round your waist and kissed the crown of your head happily.
But Vince had to casually speak up and ruin the moment "Nah man if he wanted to hurt her he could've done it in the past 5 months they have been together"
Tommy was already latching onto Vince while screaming "You fucking knew and you didn't tell me"
You and tommy burst out laughing alongside Mick who was snickering to himself.
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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.
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...THE END
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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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Nikki Sixx x reader Angst where she’s pregnant and he gets upset at her constant mood swings and snaps at her? But doesn’t realize that he sent her into labor because she doesn’t want to tell him
hope u don't get mad, nikki sixx. [1/2]
warnings: fight, pregnancy, labor, insecurities about body and motherhood, bad mood, best friend!heather.
author's note: hi anon! thanks for the request. the moment she starts to go into labor was based on the story my mother told me about my birth (she's okay 😭). i think it's kind of scary, but i like the idea. sorry for the delay, i got so wild when i realized it wasn't turning out the way i wanted it to and i gave up for a few days but i did my best today. i decided to separate it into two chapters, hope you like it. good read<3.
chapter one
"— two minutes, nikki!”
you heard tommy screaming from the other side of the door. you and nikki were on his dressing room couch for at least 20 minutes, waiting for someone to call your boyfriend to start the show. you were lying on his chest as he ran his fingertips over your belly.
being pregnant was not easy, being pregnant surrounded by mötley crüe was even less. you knew nikki couldn't stop his life for you, yet you were still upset by the miniscule amount of time you spent together, or for the moments together that were interrupted, like now.
when nikki couldn't be with you, heather was. no one but her would dare, so that's where he takes you before going on stage. he helps you to sit on the sofa next to her and then kneeling in front of you. you feel his lips touching your belly and staying there for a few second. nikki knew you didn't want him to go, neither did he.
“— i love you. the show will end soon and i will take care of you at the hotel, hm?” — he chuckled a bit before getting up and kissing your forehead. you laugh a little at the sensation, feeling shy with heather’s presence next to you. “— love u too, nikki.” — you said
he also hugged heather and thanked her before leaving. you could hear some curses coming from mick about how long he took.
you and heather didn't watch the show today. the doctor said that the baby would be born soon, so you limited yourself to the minimum of activities that could make you really agitated. you loved being the band number one fan, but the time you spent with heather in the dressing room was precious. she kinda made you forget how bad you felt about the aftermath of pregnancy.
you loved your daughter, but it was stressful.
you became an extremely needy person in the start of your pregnancy, and over time, realizing that nikki could never do anything about it, you ended up taking it out on him sometimes. there were also times when you felt like you couldn't get out of bed because of the pain, you felt things much more intense and sometimes all you wanted was to cry yourself out.
heather was your best friend, and she understood. she knew what to say and what not to say. she knew when you were acting on impulse and when you were hiding something. she knew how you were being criticized the last few months. you and the boys knew too but nobody wanted to talk about it.
and she also knew how you must have felt when you read all those articles saying you didn't look good and comparing you to nikki exes. stressed.
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“— hey princess!” — nikki said as he wrapped his arms around you. he was about to ask you how you were doing when he felt you pushing him away.
“- come on, i’m tired.” — you said in a low tone and followed the path to the parking lot behind the stage. your husband just chased after you, confused by your reaction.
you ignored nikki the whole way to the hotel. refusing the touches or anything he told you, until the boys started laughing at the situation and he just gave up. for the first time there wasn't a crowd of fans waiting for them, they just signed a few autographs and got in.
you went up to the bedroom while nikki said good night. as soon as you sat on the bed, you wanted to cry. a few tears fell when you blinked, but you dried them off when you heard the door open.
“— what the fuck was that?” — nikki started.
"- oh my god...” — you muttered, knowing what was coming. you and nikki had argued before. usually because of you behavior, which caused an argument about nikki's behavior about it, until it became unbearable.
“— that is all? or you want to give another show? really, yn, I've been doing everything to make you comfortable, not to upset you, and yet you keep acting like a bitch.” — he said louder, making you shiver a little.
“— that bitch here is carrying your fucking daughter, motherfucker. can't you have the slightest bit of respect? or am i just a bitch to you, sixx?” — you said as you went to the bathroom, taking off your shoes and coat.
"- respect? you can't even say goodbye to your daughter's uncles and you want to talk about respect? Is this the kind of shit you're going to teach her?”
you stopped at the bathroom door when you heard that. it wasn't exactly what he meant, but it was what you felt, and this was a sensitive topic for you. for nikki too, but did you feel so insecure about it. the creation. you stayed up nights with him talking about how you were afraid of being a bad mother, how you would give anything to know exactly what to do at the right times. you talked about your childhood, and how your biggest fear was putting your daughter through something similar.
“— fuck you, nikki. fuck. you.” — you forced yourself to laugh at that moment “— maybe you should look for someone better for the job, since you're already getting tired of me.”
“— jesus, you're crazy as fuck. are delusions part of it too? or are you just scared?”
"- crazy? i went through eight months with a child inside me. nausea, pain, insomnia. spending all day thinking about this girl's future and blaming myself for not being able to do all this and still not being the perfect woman for you. my husband has been enjoying the rockstar life, being applauded and praised while people hate me more every day. i'm not crazy, nikki, i have limits.”
“—well, me too. and congrats for pushing me to mine. while you complain about the way i manage to keep us both, why don't you worry about making yourself bearable for your daughter, since i'm not being enough either?”
you've never seen nikki scream before. actually, not with you, at least. scared you. your mouth opened but nothing came, you really tried to say something before he opened the door and left the room, but when you heard the door slamming hard, you gave up, letting yourself cry a little.
it was weird. your vision blurred and it was hard to feel when you sat on the floor, just feeling your head banging against the wall.
you closed your eyes and started to feel something running down your legs. at the time, you didn't use logic, feeling like you were going to pass out at any moment and scared of what nikki was going to do outside that room. your low cries turned into screams of pain as you felt something in your stomach.
“— yn?”
you heard someone say. you failed to recognize the voice or who was there, just taking the person's hands and squeezing.
“— n-nikki? nik, come back, please- fuck!” — you screamed again
“— yn, it's me, heather. let's take you to the hospital, okay? vince will look for nikki...”
she must have said something else, but it's not like you could hear her. tommy had you in his arms before your eyes closed, following his wife to their car.
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sticky sweet ; nikki sixx & vince neil
status: complete -> sticky sweet
comment to be tagged <3
snippet: With the utmost care–careful to not wake her–Nikki settled her on her back, Vince’s palms smoothing down her legs as the blond inched her body closer to the bed’s end. Once he was satisfied with her position, Vince sunk to his knees, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh whilst Nikki grasped her wrists and tied the bandana around them, securing them above her head with his hand clasped around the fabric.
#nikki sixx x reader#nikki sixx smut#nikki sixx imagine#nikki sixx#charlizekkelly#vince neil imagine#vince neil smut#vince neil x reader#vince neil
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early 90s vince.
#the rapunzel era was soo 😵💫#like boo him not being w motley but god he was GLOWING during his solo career#he chopped his hair in 97 bc he knew he was getting too powerful#vince neil#motley crue#the dirt#vince neil imagine#90s vince neil#solo vince
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Recent Mick pics to promote The Other Side of Mars🖤💀
#mick mars#mick mars imagine#mick mars x reader#motley crue#motley crue x reader#1313#team mick#nikki sixx#tommy lee#vince neil
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Noticed you're taking requests for dark!nikki sixx. How about him getting all jealous and posessive (maybe he noticed some guy looking at reader or something, or her being too friendly with someone) and reminding her who she belongs too?
current or 80s nikki, whatever you prefer
Who do you belong to?
A/n: oh yeah! I love these tropes so much ft. A cameo from Eric Brittingham bc yes
Pairings: Dark!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader
Warnings: smut, rough sex, possessiveness, knife play, blood, punishment (spanking with a belt), daddy kink, Nikki’s kind of mean in this lol, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any.
“Hey baby.” A man said from behind you. You turned to see non other than Eric Brittingham from Cinderella.
“Oh, hi.” You smiled, just trying to be polite. You knew what his intentions were, obviously and your boyfriend did too. Because right before Eric could get another word in, he was pushed against the bar roughly, Nikki staring down at him with fire in his eyes it seemed.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The bassist snarled at the other bassist.
“Hey man, I didn’t know she was yours.” The blonde tried to reason with the raven haired man.
“You’re a lucky bastard cause if you had gone any further you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk.” Nikki threatened him before letting go and gripping your wrist tightly, dragging you out of the night club.
“Babe-“ you tried to speak but he cut you off. “Shut up.”
The two of you got in the car and Nikki drove off. You could hear his tires squeaking against the road.
Once the two of you got home he dragged you upstairs to your shared bedroom and said, “Strip.”
You did as you were told, stripping all the way down including your underwear. You stood before him, bare as he was fully clothed. Your nipples were hard from the cool air.
“Tsk, tsk. Such a bad girl going around letting other men flirt with you. Especially in front of daddy.” He said, slowly walking towards you unbuckling his belt.
Your eyes widened, you knew what was coming.
Once he slid the belt off and folded it in a loop he said, “face down, ass up.” A simple command that had you scrambling to obey him.
Then, a sharp sting hit your bare ass. You whimpered. “Count.” Nikki said, and hit your ass again. “One.” You counted. Another slap, “two.” Tears were springing in your eyes, “three”
“Four”
“Five”
“Six”
“Seven”
“Eight”
“Nine”
“Ten” you sighed in relief when he stopped and smoothed his hand over your red cheeks before dropping his pants and lining his cock up to your pussy before roughly pushing in. You cried out in both pain and pleasure as he started pounding into you. Clutching the sheets, you cried and moaned, “Daddy! F-feels good!”
“Oh yeah? You think I can fuck you better than that blonde fucker?” He responded.
“Yes! Oh yes you fuck me better!”
Nikki slowed down a bit and then reached over to the nightstand and pulled out his pocket knife. Your breath hitched.
“This ok, bunny?” He asked. He knew that you knew what he had in his hand.
“Yes.” Because you were interested to where he was going with this. And also because even if you said no he’d do it anyways.
You felt him slowly carve into your skin, not too deep but enough to make you bleed a little. You hissed at the pain while your pussy was dripping. You felt him carve a ‘N’ onto your left ass cheek and then an ‘S’ on your right one. Fuck that’s hot, carving his initials into your skin. Now you’re his forever it seemed.
Nikki lightly traced them with his finger. “So beautiful. And now you really belong to daddy.” He said before pushing back into your tight hole and fucking you into oblivion.
“Mmm Nikki!” You moaned.
“I’m close, baby.” The bassist warned before pulling out of you and cumming on your ass over his newly carved initials. He then took his finger and scooped some up before feeding it to you.
“Good girl.” He praised.
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Married at First Sight Chapter Two
A/N: very interested who you think everyone is being paired with 😂 feel free to comment or send asks because I want to know what you think
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It’s all or nothing
Tonight, on Married at First Sight, we meet our brides to be who will be kickstarting some rock stars' hearts. Our experts have went through vigorous interviews and home visits with our soon to be Mrs. of the sunset strip and we’re excited about the ladies who will rock n roll with all that marriage has to offer.
They don’t know they’re about to marry some of the boys in two of the most well known bands but they’ll find out in one week from today when they make their way to the altar to be married at first sight to these strangers.
A red high heel is tapping and as the camera pulls back to get a full look at the bombshell blonde we watch a smile pull across her face as she pops a piece of gum between her cherry lips. She’s gorgeous in a girl next door meets a baywatch babe way, an edge to her with her high heels and tight dress. It’s so Obvious she’s comfortable in her own skin and just a person who is open and easy to get along with. The type of person you meet in the girls room in the middle of a night out and instantly become good friends with.
“I’m Matilde. I’m 24 and I’m in the last year of school before getting my degree in psychology.” In just her introduction lines she starts to realize that this is really happening and instead of a whoosh of regret or worry her smile spreads as she wiggles her fingers, excitement for this adventure coursing through her veins. “I’m really lucky because when I told my friends and family that I was signing up for this they all let me know I was being crazy but then all stepped forward to ask how they could help.” She thinks of her mother, how she had said that she was excited for her and how that sign off in support made her stronger. “I want a husband who is funny and has his own stuff going on. Sometimes I need to study for hours and hours a day, I can’t be planning meals and keeping a man entertained. Both of us being driven and working towards individual goals as well as establishing goals for us as a couple is really important to me. I’m looking for a partnership. I don’t need another half, I’m a full person and am looking for a full person to be in this with me.” She’s worked hard for her education and adding a husband was going to be a lot of hard work too. But she wasn’t afraid of hard work.
Standing up out of the interview chair she chatted easily with the crew, making jokes and asking a few questions about what it was going to be like filming. Matilde wanted to make friends with the crew who would be in her life for the next ten weeks or so. It was important to her to know the people because she understood the value of establishing a relationship.
Hands smoothing out a sweater, shy brown eyes staring out of a pretty round face with long eyelashes. The girl shifted in her seat, her black leggings rubbing together as she tried not to fidget as she nervously thought about the interview she was doing. Trying to quell her self doubt over and over again as she reminded herself that she had a match. A partner. It would all be worth it to meet him.
“My name is Carrie and I’m 23.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit that she couldn’t quite break. “I want to find a husband because I don’t have much luck dating. I don’t think that what I want is what my dates want. I need the experts to help me find this man so we can start our life together.” Carrie pulled her sweater down over her hands so she wouldn’t pick at her nails. Her family had thought she was joking about this, no one was coming to her wedding that was blood related. Something about getting married on TV didn’t quite align with their values. Or maybe it was that Carrie was doing something to make herself happy. Her friends were the more disappointing ones. She had built a family out of the people she met and they were fiercely protective over her. To the point they were questioning her decision, “I’m going into this experience alone in pretty much every sense of the word and I’m hoping that my husband can step up to the plate and be the man I’m going to need him to be.”
Carrie stood, walking down the hallway and grabbing her tote bag as she headed towards the bus stop. She had a shift at a small bakery this afternoon, one of her jobs she worked. She also did weekends at a hair salon where she did the front desk and in the mornings she worked in a bank as a teller. She kept busy, filling her days with work instead of pleasure. But it was time to change that now.
“Vialou?” A man called out from the room she was supposed to do her one on one interview in. With a sigh a girl flickered her cigarette down, the heel of her boot crushing it as she stepped forward, towards the room. Dressed in a long sheer black dress and sunglasses over her eyes she gave this appearance of being mysterious in a way that had people leaning closer like they would learn more. She dropped into the seat, her silver ring clad fingers tapping like a musical instrument on the arms of the chair.
“My name is Vialou but my family calls me LouLou. I’m the youngest out of five, 24 and habitually single because I’m like a praying mantis and I bite the heads off men after I sleep with them.” She picked up a cigarette, leaning it to light it, looking dead at the camera in a way that was full of confidence and almost like she was familiar with whoever was watching her, “I’m getting married at first sight because I had a card reading done and this is where it led me. I trust that I’m being guided in the right direction and that the world is leading me to my destiny.” She exhaled a soft cloud of smoke, smiling through deep burgundy lips, she could easily be a Disney villain you love to root for, “I’m looking for a partner who knows what he wants, strong sense of character and a moral compass that never goes array.” She tapped her ashes and waited for another question but the producers were slightly scared of her so they just said she was all set for the day.
Rising from the chair she turned, grabbing her bag as she headed back to her family’s shin. They ran a small operation where her family made different magical objects for others to use. From candles to spells, to reading cards in the back room. They worked together as a family, tight knit and close together. She loved the feeling of going out into the forests on nights with her family, her toes digging into the Earth as they shifted through nature looking for cures people forgot existed. She loved her job and her family but now it was time for her next adventure.
“Shit, I am so sorry that I’m late.” dark brown hair and sunny day bright blue eyes, pink lips that were just glossed with chapstick from a worn down tube, “Can I just take five to put some mascara on and wipe the sweat off my face?” she was breathing heavy, already pulling out a wup to carefully move around her face, talking easily with the crew as she applied mascara in a small compact and joked about how she needed to grab a coffee on the way to the interview because she had been so excited when she got the call yesterday that she had stayed up all night.
“I’m Nora! I’m 25 and I work as a food critic, which means I know all the best restaurants and can take people on the best dates.” the smile she flashed was the type of easygoing wholesome smile that made the producers root for her without knowing her, “I lead a pretty active life, I love exploring new places and always am ready for an adventure. But I’m sick of getting a table for one and having to find my luggage on the airport conveyor by myself. I’m ready to share my life and the memories with others. I want to build a home with my person, to lay on the couch with somebody and watch our favorite movies together, to wake up and eat breakfast foods we create and drink cups of coffee that are too hot. And…” she stopped, laughing as she shook her head, “I guess just someone to listen to me when I go on rampages.`` She was making jokes at her own expense and seemed so easy with it.
Nora talked with the producers, crossing her legs in her jeans and leaning back against the chair as she chatted with them. She looked down at her outfit suddenly, the plain back t-shirt and jeans, a pair of keds. Nora laughed at herself, shaking her head as she realized that she was absolutely not dressed for this situation like she should be. She made a few more self-sacrificing jokes, chatting easily about the wedding with the producers before she realized that she needed to get going. Hugging everyone before she left she left in the same whirlwind that she arrived in, leaving races of perfume and chaos in her wake.
Punk rock Barbie walked into the room. Not the usual blonde in all pink but at 5 foot nothing in a pair of Doc Martens and a silver dress. Her layered brown hair was curled and bouncing off her shoulders, makeup dark and sexy with her cool colored green eyes. Her friends had not only driven her to the interview but were waiting in the car outside for her when she was done so they could talk about what was happening when she was done. With the full support of her friends she was confident walking in and sitting down, smiling softly at the producers who told her what information she would have to give them.
“I’m Maria. I’m 23 and I am getting married at first sight because I’m the type of person who is committed. I like the idea of growing old with my person and being with this person, having this love story we can share with our kids. It’s important to me to be able to trust the person I’m with. I want to have all these memories with my other half to share this adventure in life. I want the click, the spark, all the fireworks people talk about and I haven’t had that so far.” Maria touched a curl, pulling at it as she looked at the producers, waiting for a question. She nodded, “I think my ideal partner is protective over me but also just gives me the space and sunlight I need to grow. He’s kind to me and shows me what he believes by his actions and not just words. He loves me in the way my heart craves. I want to support him, be the one he calls or comes to when he has a hard day. I want to be his support system and make him feel always loved and comfortable with me. I think love can be hard work but I don’t want to do all that heavy lifting. I want to love freely and easily.” Marie folded her hands in her lap, heart thundering as she worried that she was coming across like she wouldn’t put workin into the marriage.
Maria took marriage seriously, even if she was diving headfirst into this experience she planned on being a real wife and treating her husband like she had imagined he should be treated. She showers him with kindness and makes time for him, she’d give him room in her life and be true to him. She would work for the marriage because she knew it would be work getting to know a stranger who would be the Mr to her Mrs. Maria just hoped whoever this stranger was that he made sure he was giving the same amount of work to her.
Hips swung as a taller thin woman walked in wearing a skin tight orange dress that made her tan skin pop. Her hair was black, pulled up into a bun with a few decorative pieces in her face. She seemed confident and sure of herself as she sat down, taking a sip of the water beside the chair but her stomach was queasy and inside she felt like at any second she was going to buckle over and vomit all over the floor.
“I’m Melody. I’m 23 and I am a pastry cook at a restaurant in LA.”she was tapping her nails on the edge of the chair but when she was told the sound was picking up on the microphone she laid them on her lap. “I really like creating things in my kitchen. I live alone and am kind of a homebody. I think in a husband I would need someone to push me and remind me that I need to just enjoy life instead of just kind of moving through it. It’s hard to trust someone and I think that I really struggle sometimes and it would just be nice to have someone to talk to when I’m in my head at that moment.” Melody reached for her water, taking another sip, “I think the thing I can bring to a relationship is I’m great at making small tasks feel really special. I can cook a meal and make it feel like this experience. I can make movies at home feel like a theater experience. I can bring joy in small things and while I can’t have these exciting moments I can really make nothing moments something.” It was hard for her to be positive when talking about herself so she flushed after saying the positive things about herself.
Melody stood up, feeling the anxiety attack building up as she pushed her hand against the back of her neck. She was practically running out the door to get fresh air, needing to not pass out. The makeup that she was wearing felt like it was going to melt off as she leaned against the building and thought about how she needed to go through with this. She wanted to get married, she chose this and so now it was time for her to finally live it. This was her chance for happiness and it was time that she finally got some.
Next time…on married at first sight the brides and the rockstar grooms will all be getting together to celebrate their last night as single women and men. They will get to know who is going on their journey with them as they seek out love. Then it will be their wedding day and they will be standing in front of a stranger, about to say yes to a life forever…
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