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Spicy Prompt: “Keep your eyes on me.” “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Pairing: Vince Neil x Fem!Reader x Nikki Sixx (Motley Crue)

Word Count: 2381

TW’s: Bondage, man-handling, biting, knife usage (not on a person), minor breaking & entering (by Neil and Sixx), slight somno, pet names, choking, slight degradation, praise, open/ poly relationship, sub & dom undertones

Author’s note: Well... this one got away from me. It's depraved (I think??) and all in all, I was born in the wrong era and missed out on Vince and Nikki. GOD FUCKING DAMN. Anyway, here's to wanting to get railed by a rockstar... or two.

Tag list (Nikki and Vince's hoes...myself included): @missfeelgood @madiisixx @marvelobsession134 @saintomie @mygreenlights @luencinas007 @im-lame-irl @coco-1313 @costellation-hunter @richardsamboramylove55 @cyvlbe @charlottieellis @fallingthruspace @vintageculture18

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

The soft drag of a window being pushed open skittered across the moonlit bedroom, a summer-laced breeze slipping in behind the blond-brunette duo–who climbed through the opening with ease–tousling the sheer curtains as incandescent shadows dappled the floorboards, silence apart from her sleep-laden breaths filling the room.

The blond’s brown eyes lingered on the soot-coloured sheets tangled around her legs as he discarded his inky gloves onto a nearby chair, tossing his companion a smug grin.

“See, what’d I tell you, Nikki? She doesn’t lock her windows,” the blond said.

The raven-haired man–Nikki–shook his head, stalking closer to the mattress, his layered necklaces clinking in tune with the soft thuds of his boots upon the floorboards. His green eyes traversed their girl’s sleeping form, his lips tugging into a dangerous smirk when his leather-clad knee sunk into the mattress’s edge and she didn’t stir as the bed dipped with his weight.

“She knows you too well for that, Vince,” Nikki murmured, his voice quiet as though he didn’t want to wake her.

Not yet, at least.

Not until the two notorious rockstars fulfilled a long-overdue promise they’d made to their girl–one made in the dressing room of their many concerts when she’d mentioned her interest in somnophilia–and the pair intended to keep it. Like they’d kept all the others, fulfilling every single one of her fantasies as if it were air they needed to breathe.

“That was one time,” Vince protested, recalling the night he’d been arrested for breaking into her house after he’d set off all the alarms.

“And you got caught breaking into your girlfriend’s house... real slick,” Nikki taunted, enjoying the way Vince’s eyes narrowed.

Vince scoffed, his boots thudding upon the floorboards as he approached the mattress and his–their–girlfriend’s sleeping form. “Was it really breaking and entering if you’re dating them?”

“It is if they’re not home,” Nikki said.

“Nik?” Vince called.

Nikki tore his gaze from the path his fingers trailed over her arms, ever-so-slowly pulling the sheets from her body until they pooled beside his hips and her oversized, t-shirt-clad form was bared to Vince’s and his eyes.

“Yeah?” Nikki murmured.

“Fuck you.”

“No, thanks. I have a girlfriend.”

Vince’s tongue pressed against the flesh of his cheek, blond hair mussed as he started toward the bassist. “That’s it–”

Nikki’s chuckle danced across the room, daring Vince to do his worst with an arch of his eyebrows. “How about you put that,” Nikki gestured to the blood-red bandana tied around Vince’s neck as the blond paused at the foot of the bed, “bandana to good use?”

A slow smirk crawled across the plains of Vince’s face, his eyes darting to her before returning to Nikki. One of Vince’s hands moved to his neck, his fingers nimbly untying the bandana before he extended the fabric to Nikki with a saccharine glint to his gaze.

“Am I tying her up, or are you?” Vince said, shifting on the balls of his feet as if it took everything in him to close the distance between them.

To not slide the shirt–his shirt–up her thighs and fuck her senseless like he wished to, his fingers tapping impatiently against his leather-clad thighs.

“I’ll do it,” Nikki said, accepting the bandana from Vince.

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.

Vince settled much of his weight on his haunches, his guitar-string calloused hand hooking beneath her knee to make more room for himself between her thighs whilst his other hand delved into the pocket of his leather pants to retrieve his switchblade knife. Flicking the knife open with ease, he pushed the fabric of his shirt up her body–aware of Nikki’s searing gaze–and cut through the black lace of her underwear with ease, discarding the ruined garment over his shoulder without much thought, his knife clicking closed before following the garment.

A beat of silence stretched across the room as Vince’s grasp on her thighs tightened and he dipped his head, licking a bold stripe up her cunt in the next breath. His teeth grazed her clit after the next stroke of his tongue, a subconscious shift of her hips was the only indication she felt what he was doing to her in the sleep-ridden caverns of her brain.

He pulled away from her folds long enough to plunge a finger into her slick cunt, a poorly restrained groan tumbling from his mouth as he thrust his finger in a smooth motion and she clenched around his finger. Nikki’s laughter traipsed the room–seeming to delight in Vince’s lustful agony–before the blond added a second digit and refocused his attention on her clit, licking and sucking the nerve ending.

A groggy moan tumbled from her lips as her eyelashes fluttered, her mind fighting to push the tendrils of sleep from her body when Vince’s teeth grazed her clit once again. Her eyes locked on Nikki as she shunted the haze of sleep from her mind and she shifted, as though to push herself up, but frowned when she couldn’t move and the hands on her thighs tightened.

“Nikki?” She murmured, a soft sound tumbling from her lips as she glanced down at the blond between her thighs and he curled his fingers inside her. “Vince?

“Hi, beautiful,” Nikki said, his hand tangling in her hair as he lifted her head and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Vince and I thought we’d pay you a visit now that we’re back from tour.”

“When–fuck…” she said, cutting herself off when Vince pulled her closer to himself, draping her leg over his shoulder as he set a punishing pace with his tongue and fingers.

Nikki’s grin was imbued with sinful delight as his green-eyed stare traversed her body, resettling her on the mattress, his hold on her bound wrists tightening when she tugged at the restraints. Vince lifted his head with a saccharine smirk etched across his face, pressing a third finger into her cunt as his thumb pressed maddening circles into her clit, fingertips curling against a spot inside her that tore a wanton moan from the caverns of her chest–all traces of sleep gone.

“That’s it, baby,” Vince crooned, voice laced with adoration. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my fingers knuckle deep in your cunt, clenching around them like a bitch in heat.

As if in response to his filthy words, her cunt clenched around his fingers, back bowing as she tugged at the bandana tied around her wrists and Nikki pressed much of his weight into the mattress, pinning her bound wrists above her head.

A husky chuckle emanated from Vince’s chest, his thumb pressing unrelenting circles into her clit. “That’s my girl, just like that.”

Her eyes screwed shut as the beginning tide of her orgasm inched closer and she swore, if Vince’s fingers brushed against the spot inside her that made her brain short-circuit, she’d cum. Almost like he knew, Vince curled his fingers so they collided with her G-spot until a moan wrenched itself from her chest and her orgasm cascaded down upon her in relentless waves, Vince’s punishing pace unfaltering as he drew out her pleasure.

“Vin.”

At her drawn-out plea, Vince removed his fingers from her cunt before licking them clean with his stare locked on hers, swiping his switchblade knife from the floor. His lips were quirked in a self-satisfied grin as he crawled onto the bed, situating himself at her side and pulling her into a ravaging–claiming–kiss before Nikki released her bound wrists and Vince replaced the bassist’s hold.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Vince said when he pulled away, nipping at her throat.

Nikki’s hands smoothed over her legs, drawing her attention away from the blond frontman as the dark-haired bassist pulled his tank top over his head and his fingers untied the laces of his leather pants. His head cocked to the side when he caught her stare, purposefully unlacing the first few laces until the definition of his lower abdomen ensnared her.

The bassist’s hands paused their ministrations as his grin grew, Vince’s switchblade knife clicking open before he extended the knife to Nikki and the brunette stooped down, grasping a handful of her shirt before the shh-rip sound of the fabric being sliced echoed in her eardrums. A soft gasp tumbled from her lips when Nikki flicked the knife closed and tossed it over his shoulder, ripping the final thread of fabric to bear her breasts to his hungry eyes.

Nikki’s fingers trailed a salacious path across her stomach, over her ribcage, the valley of her breasts, her collarbone before his hands cupped her breasts, his–much like Vince’s–guitar-string calloused fingers smoothing over her taut nipples. His gaze flickered to Vince for a moment, long enough for him to convey a silent message to the blond, before his hands kneaded her breasts and Vince’s fingers grasped her chin, tearing her stare from Nikki.

His lips descended on hers in the same breath Nikki’s cock brushed against her cunt, dragging the head over her folds before Vince rested much of his weight onto the hand keeping her pinned to the bed. The blond’s lips moved in perfect sync with hers, tongue dragging salaciously against hers as Nikki pressed the first few inches of his cock into her. Vince’s lips muffled her soft moan, the frontman grinning into the kiss before he pulled away so she could catch her breath, angling her chin to suck hickeys into the flesh of her throat.

Her gaze locked on Nikki–as Vince’s hand left her chin and the blond grasped one of her breasts, kneading the flesh–one of his hands hooking beneath her knee as he plunged the rest of his cock into her in one fluid thrust, stealing her breath whilst his opposing hand settled on her waist to keep her in place.

“What’s the matter, sweet thing? Did you really think that was the entire act?” Nikki taunted, a mocking tut tumbling from his lips as he set a firm pace with each thrust of his hips. “You should know by now that it’s always a two-for-one deal.”

Vince’s warm breath fanned across her throat as his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “It’s not over until we’ve had our way with you, sweetheart. And before you deny it, we both know you like the loss of…control with us.”

A moan wrenched itself from her chest as Nikki shifted her positioning, pinning her leg over his hip and deepening his thrusts so every motion sent the head of his cock colliding with her G-spot. His smug smirk told her all she needed to know–that he knew what he was doing and wasn’t apologetic in the slightest–as her head tipped back and rested on the mattress.

Vince’s hand wrapped around her throat in her next breath, in sync with Nikki’s low chuckle etched with his displeasure as his pace slowed ever-so-slightly and his hand moved from her waist to press taunting circles into her clit. Her eyes widened in surprise as a gasp tumbled from her lips and Vince’s teeth pressed against her shoulder, firm enough to ache but light enough to not draw blood.

“None of that, sweet thing. You keep your eyes on me while I fuck you until you cum on my cock,” Nikki said; no room for argument in his tone, his word final.

And like a perfectly tuned guitar, she could feel the twining coil of her orgasm with each thrust of Nikki’s hips and the tight circles he pressed into her clit, Vince’s hands kneading and toying with her breasts whilst he continued to lavish her with hickeys, pressing a sweet kiss to the bite mark he left on her shoulder.

“Nikki…” she started before a throaty moan tumbled from her lips and she tugged against the bandana tied around her wrists, Vince’s muffled laughter filling her ears. “Please.”

“What do you want?” Nikki said, even as his thumb pressed firmer into her clit, his thrusts unfaltering.

“Make me cum, Nik. Please,” she said, a soft sound tumbling from her lips as Vince’s teeth nipped at her breast and her cunt clenched around Nikki’s cock.

“Say less.”

Nikki didn’t falter as she squirmed–or tried to–thinking it’d be enough to escape the pleasure coursing through her veins and the mounting tide of her orgasm. A groan tumbled from Nikki’s mouth as she clenched around his cock, her moan splitting across the room as she came, back arching off the bed, her eyes locked on Nikki’s as he followed after her, fucking them both through their orgasms.

As the high of their orgasms receded, Vince swiftly untied his bandana from her wrists, handing it to Nikki as the brunette pulled out of her. Nikki cleaned the mess of her thighs and cunt with the bandana before he tossed the fabric in the same direction her ruined panties had gone, situating himself at her side as Vince pulled the light sheet over their bodies.

Nikki’s fingers traced patterns into her hip as Vince pressed a lingering kiss to the reddened mark of his teeth on her shoulder. Peering over Vince’s arm, she glimpsed the moon through her open window as she fought to stay awake as time caught up with her.

Nikki pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, his dark hair tousled as his voice cajoled in her ears. “Go to sleep, sweet thing.”

And as if he’d commanded, she settled against Vince’s chest, Nikki’s arm draped over her waist as her eyes slid shut and the dark abyss of sleep cradled her in its arms, the faint murmurs of Nikki and Vince’s voices sounding far away as they spoke amongst themselves.

“I think I have a song idea,” Nikki said, the shuffling of paper from her bedside table drifting across the room.

“What’re you going to call it?” Vince murmured.

“Sticky sweet.”

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motleycrueobsessed · 4 months ago

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Hey darling, I heard that you were back and I got so excited! I’m so sorry about your loss and my thoughts are with you ❤️

I was wondering if you could do like a smut with slash where the reader and slash are out and about and slash has been absentmindedly teasing the reader and when he finally realizes he helps her out a little. Thanks so much!

IM SO SORRY i didn’t see this post. I forgot i even posted the im back thing. I dont remember posting it. Anyway, first fic in a while.

Pairings: Slash x AFAB reader

Warnings: Teasing, Slash being clueless, Slash eats reader out, PnV, Public sex, fingering, edging, slash calls reader pretty a lot, no gender specific pronouns i think, reader gives slash a blowjob & slash calls himself daddy once or twice. thats all i think.

MDNI, 18+

Smut below the cut

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You & slash had gone out together. Just you and him. He had just got back from a tour that you couldn’t go on, and he hadn’t seen you in months.

He had been teasing you all day sub-consciously. Rubbing your inner thigh, giving you this grin that made your knees weak. He thought that grin was innocent, but it was NOT. The things he did to you were insane.

He walked you into the movie theatre, grinning happily with that same grin that made you weak. There was a movie you were desperate to see and he knew it. He took a turn and talked to the employee.

You tuned it out, letting your thoughts wander a bit.. thinking about all the things you wanted him to do tonight. How bad you needed him.

He led you to the house, the movie was in house 10. You guys walked along the long, quiet hallway. No children, few people. It was quiet, for now at-least. The seats that he had got were up high in the corner where teenagers came to make out and have sex.

By now, the movie was a quarter of the way over now and suddenly he was more cuddly. He must have smelled your pheromones or something but before you knew it, his hand was slipping under the waist of your pants.

“Slash?..” You whimpered.

“Yeah pretty?” He whispered back to you.

“What are you doing?..” He hummed, two of his digits slowly pushing into your heat. The little sounds you made were music to his ears. “You seemed like you needed a little help.. theres nobody else in this movie theatre.. and i figured neither of us wants a quickie in the bathroom..” he flashed me that grin thats been driving you insane all day.

His fingers pumped in and out of your heat quickly. Your back arched off the seat and you whined, feeling that knot about to break. You clenched around his digits, a telltale sign you were about to cum. He quickly pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth so he could lick them clean.

“Y’taste so good, pretty.” He mutters in your ear before getting out of his seat. He dropped to his knees in front of you and worked off your pants & panties. As soon as your glistening heat met his eyes, his mouth started watering. He dove in, making you moan quietly. His tongue flicked around your sensitive bud as his fingers went back to work.

You rambled incoherently. You could feel the knot about to snap again. “Oh.. oh, Slash! Im- im gonna cum..!” You weakly moaned. He groaned into your cunt which sent a warm shiver up your spine. “Go on pretty, cum for daddy.” He groaned into your heat. His words sent you into a spiral, as you gripped the armrests for dear life.

Your orgasm was beautiful. This was the first time in months you had came off of slash, instead of your fingers or a dildo you thought was about slashes size. And it felt so fucking good. It was so beautiful. You came all over his face and he licked it all up. He let out a low groan as he got up and sat back in his seat.

“Knees.” He commanded.

You obeyed and began to undo his lace up leather pants. As soon as you got them off, knowing he never wears underwear, you took his big cock into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and bobber your head. His hand was buried in your hair, guiding you. At one point, you stopped and let him fuck your throat.

He twitched in your throat and came down your throat. He groaned, pulling you onto his lap. He had already kind of prepared you so pushed in without prepping your hole. You whined at the feeling of being so full.

He made you bounce on his cock as you writhed. His hands on your hips and his words running through your head. You moaned loudly, squirming. “Mm- slash.. harder, please!” You whimpered.

“You want it harder baby?” He whispered. His thrusts got harder and you felt him twitch inside of you. He groaned loudly.

That knot that had been building up snapped and you whimpered as you came for the 2nd time tonight.

He soon made one final thrust into you, the head of his cock resting against your cervix. His warm seed leaked and painted your walls, dripping out of you slowly.

He held you close to him, hushing you softly.

“Did so good for me baby. So good.” He reassured in your ear quietly. He pulled out of you and helped you get your jeans up. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and i’ll go get snacks from concession?..” he offered. Of course you said yes, how could you not?

He helped you up and led you to the bathroom, you cleaned up and went back to the movie. He was sitting in there with a bunch of snacks and that grin. You smiled, and went to him. He let you wear his leather jacket, holding you close while he fed you snacks.

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Woahhhh first fic in like a month and a half!!

Anyways, surprise im back. Sorry for dying.

#fanfic #motley crue #70s #mick mars #nikki sixx #help #tommy lee #vince neil #slash gnr #guns n roses #sorry for disappearing #i died #😋

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