#dirt!mick mars x reader

[sweetheartedbylust]

Can you do a smut with Douglas Booth Nikki Sixx when he has angry sex w reader after Doc invited his mother?

“What was that about?” Nikki sixx *the dirt* x reader NSFW

Alright hoes, welcome back and thank you for the request. Hope y’all like it :3

💋

When Nikki bursted back into your shared hotel room, his eyes wide and teeth still gritted you knew something was up.

“Nikki..what happened” you said trying to calm him with your tone but instead all he said was.

“Get on the fucking bed..actually wait” and before he could finish you were bent over the table right in the middle of the room. You didn’t really want to ask questions so you just let Nikki take his stress out .

“I’m gonna ruin this fuckin’ pussy..you’d like that right baby?” He said. Quickly getting his jeans off, leaning back down suck on the side of your neck. “And you’re gonna scream my name for everyone to hear..got it?” He said as he flipped you around and when you nodded he took that as full permission to slide down your shorts and your panties and push into you.

“Look at this, all fucking tight and wet for me..just lay right there” he said as he dick pressed up against your walls. Just letting him take you..you didn’t even care who might hear it.

“Just think about it..the boys hearing your pretty mouth screaming my name..for me” by then his hand had snuck up your neck, squeezing it.

“Take it slut..take my dick all in you” his voice was pushing you over the edge and the way his dick was hitting your spot so good . It was perfect.

You were gonna cum and he knew it. He knew it all.

“Go ahead baby..cum on my dick, scream my name” And with that and him playing with your clit. You felt the knot in your core release as you screamed Nikki’s name with your head buried in his neck

“That’s right. Cum on my dick for me mhm. You want my load in you..I know you fuckin’ do” nikki said as he felt his high coming .

“Good fuckin’ baby..it’s okay” he said as he held you as his high finally hit him and you felt his cum coating your insides

“Nikki babe..now tell me what was that about” you asked breathless ,

“Doc invited my mom..for some reason” he said with a sigh as you apologized and rubbed his back for a minute. You knew how bad Nikki’s mom was..and how bad their relationship was.

“ don’t worry..I’ll try to talk to doc” you said trying to comfort him. “Thank you..I’m sorry if I was kinda, you know” . “It’s okay Nikki” you said as y’all layed there for a while. It was pretty nice since the boys were on tour and y’all rarely spent time together.

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[muschiettistrashmouth]

Bestfriends - Mötley Crüe

Authors note: Hello there! I was planning to write for Mötley for quite some time now but I was waiting for my book to arrive (I still don't have it so, well...). English is NOT my first language and I'm a bit rusty. Anyways, enjoy.

Requested?: no

Pairing: best friends!Motley Crue/reader

Summary: You punch Tommy's girlfriend in the face after she speaks badly of his mother.

Warnings: swear words (duh?), mentions of alcohol.

As best friends with the boys, you were always on tour with them, which means sleeping in the bus, partying all night after the shows, and getting in trouble with the terror twins. And even when you paired up with the boys to terrorize Mick, he still treated you like a baby sister.

On one of those days, you were drinking with Mick and Vince in the dress rooms,  Tommy was looking for his girlfriend/fiancé (you didn't even know anymore to be honest), and Nikki was missing too.

The three of you looked at each other with a knowing glance. It was obvious they were fucking.

"I'll introduce her to my parents, man," Tommy exclaimed excitedly. "She's the one."

Mick snorted, then tried to calm down.

"Yeah, man!" Vince said with thumbs up.

"Such a great girl!" You mock, but Tommy didn't understand your tone.

And that's when she appeared.

She wasn't exactly a pleasant company and everyone knew that, everyone but Tommy.

*

Chilling on the bus near Nikki, you were listening to Tommy's weird dream. Something about a floating drum. You didn't really catch what he was saying. That's when his girl stabbed him with a pen.

You and Mick exchanged a weird look and then she started to scream, insulting Tommy. You just couldn't stop the laugh that escaped your mouth.

The black-haired woman looked at you, her eyes burning through your soul.

"And you're just a fucking bitch!"

"Really? Never heard that one before." You mock pouted, making the boys laugh.

"A fucking cunt!"

"Wow, so creative!" You show your thumbs up.

"And you should have protected me from your mother." Another smack against Tommy. "That... that bitch! She's a cunt!"

Everyone's jaws were on the floor.

"A fucking cunt!"

You didn't know what the fuck happened, but one minute you were sitting by Nikki, and the other you were standing, punching her on the nose.

"Never speak about her like this again." You and Tommy said at the same time.

She screams in pain and tries to hit you, but at the same time you push her away with your foot, Nikki holding you to try and stop the fight as Tommy made sure she was out the bus in no time, ending things with her right then and there.

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens: A Mötley Crüe fanfiction - Chapter One

Hi!

So the other day I made a post aboute writing a Mötley Crüe Nikki Sixx x OC fanfiction.

I did it!

I am bit nerves posting it cause english is not my first language so this was a bit hard, and even tho I asked some help from Google and transolaters to fix my grammer mistakes probobly there are still some mistakes left or wrong usage of words. But I hope it's still enjoyable.

If you read this have fun and let me know if you think and if you'd like a second chapter for it.

XoX - V

Chapter 1: "The Beginning"

The band members of Mötley Crüe sat huddled around a cluttered table in Nikki's flat, the air thick with anticipation and the remnants of their brainstorming session. Empty beer bottles mingled with scattered papers, evidence of their search for the perfect promotional plan and a testament to the chaos of their creative minds.

Tommy tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, his dark eyes darting restlessly around the room in search for inspiration. The weight of their first gig hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the task at hand.

Suddenly, Nikki's voice shattered the silence, cutting through the haze of uncertainty that had settled over them.

"Alright, guys, time to get down to business," he declared, his tone commanding attention.

Vince lounged back with a smirk, tossing out a suggestion that earned a mixture of amusement and disdain

"A little spray-painted graffiti on the side of Sunset Boulevard could drum up some serious buzz”

Nikki shook his head with a wry smile.

"As much as I appreciate the guerrilla marketing approach, we need something more polished," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on his bandmates.

Mick nodded in agreement.

Nikki arched an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Tommy’s with a curious intensity.

"Do you have any ideas, Tommy?"

A mischievous grin spread across Tommy's face as he leaned back in his chair, confidence radiating from every pore.

"Actually, I do," he declared, capturing the attention of his bandmates.

"My sister, Katie, she's a photographer. She could help us make some flyres with some killer shoots."

The mention of Tommy's sister piqued the band's interest. They had heard stories about Katie Lee, Tommy mentioned her a lot, but none of them had ever met her.

Mick, ever the pragmatist, cut to the heart of the matter with a single question.

"Is she any good?" he asked, his skepticism evident in his gravelly voice.

Tommy's response was immediate.

"She's incredible," he declared, his voice brimming with pride.

"She's been working as a photographer in downtown LA for the past two years, but she has been obsessed with photography since we were kids. Trust me, guys, she's the real deal. "

Vince grinned.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go pay Katie a visit and see if she can work her magic for us."

As their car glided to a halt in front of SutterLux Studios, the first thing that caught their eyes was the imposing sign, polished to a mirror like perfection, a testament to the studio's prestige as it boldly announced its name to the world. It stood as a beacon of elegance amidst the bustling cityscape, its modern architecture a symphony of clean lines and sleek facades that mesmerized passersbys. Every detail, from the smooth curvature of the walls to the precise symmetry of the windows, spoke of craftsmanship and artistry that left an indelible impression on all who saw it. Surrounding the entrance, a meticulously curated garden, a lush oasis of greenery, provided a tranquility to the building's exterior.

As they stepped out of their car, the band's rock and roll style clashed brilliantly with the polished surroundings. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and a smattering of tattoos made for a striking contrast against the backdrop of elegance.

Stepping into the studio, they were greeted by a receptionist girl seated at a marble-topped desk, her workspace packed with notepads and notebooks in neat order wich spoke volumes about her attention to detail. With a shy smile playing on her lips, she chirped a warm welcome, while her eyes scaned the group of men before her.

"Welcome to SutterLux! What can I help you?” her voice was light and airy.

Tommy leaned casually against the desk, flashing his trademark grin as he addressed her.

"Hey there, we're here to see Katie Lee. Is she available?" he inquired, his voice laced with confidence.

The receptionist's bashfulness only added to her charm as she inquired about their appointment, her eyes flitting towards the calendar as she searched for any openings.

"I'm her brother, and I just want to talk to her if she's free," Tommy explained with a nonchalant shrug, his charm evident in every word.

Recognition flickerd on the receptionist's face as she realized who Tommy was

"Oh, you're Katie's brother Tommy? She's mentioned you," she remarked, her shy tone melting into a warm, friendly demeanor.

"Let me see if she's available. Please take a seat. I'll be right back."

With a graceful gesture towards the plush black sofas on the other side, she disappeared into the depths of the studio, leaving the band members alone in the lobby. The air crackled with anticipation as Vince, Mick, and Nikki exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect when they finally met Katie Lee.

As the receptionist girl reappeared with Katie by her side, the room seemed to brighten with her presence. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames, framing her face with an aura of vibrant energy. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous sparkle, and every step she took radiated confidence.

"Tommy!" Katie exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she enveloped her brother in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?"

Tommy returned the hug with equal enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"We came to see you, sis," he replied, pulling back to gaze at her with fondness.

"Who’s we?” she asked couriously as her gaze shifted to the other men standing behind Tommy, her smile widening at the sight of them.

"Nikki, Vince, and Mick," Tommy introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is my sister, Katie."

The band members exchanged greetings with Katie, their admiration for her evident in their eyes. Her easygoing demeanor and magnetic charm left an impression on each of them, drawing them in with her infectious energy.

"Do you have a little time to spare for us sis?” Tommy asked eagerly.

"I hope so.” Katie replied with a grin.

"Sam, when's my next client scheduled to arrive?" Katie turned to the receptionist girl, who quickly returned to her desk.

Sam scanned the schedule and checked the clock on the wall before responding,

"You've got about an hour and twenty minutes until your next appointment."

Katie nodded thoughtfully.

"Great. In that case, why don't we head over to that coffee shop down the street? We can grab a table and chat," she suggested, turning back to the band with a warm smile.

"Sounds like a plan," Tommy cheered, his excitement matching hers as they left the building.

As Katie and the band strolled down the bustling streets of downtown LA, the city pulsed with an electrifying vitality and amidst the vibrant chaos, they sought refuge at a quaint corner table in a cozy café, where the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them like a warm embrace.

After placing their orders, Nikki leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Katie.

"So, Katie, Tommy's been singing your praises as a kickass photographer," his voice as smooth as silk. "We're on the hunt for someone with your skills to help us make a splash with our upcoming gig."

Katie nodded, her interest piqued.

"I'm all ears," she replied, leaning back in her chair.

Tommy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned forward eagerly.

"We've headlining at the Starwood Club next month," he announced, a grin spreading across his face. "But we're not just looking to play; we want to rock the joint!"

"And to light up that stage, we need some badass posters, flyers, and all that jazz, something that draws  a lot of people in" Vince chimed in, his voice hyped.

Katie soaked up their vibe, a glint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Consider it done" she declared, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"But first could guys maybe show some of your music for me? Just to get a better image of Mötley Crüe.”

The band exchanged looks, a smirk playing on their lips.

"We'll crank up the amps and give you a taste," Tommy promised, a grin spreading across his face.

"You just got a backstage pass to our sonic circus," Nikki added, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Why don't we invite you to my place? We've got a rehearsal space set up there, so you can experience what we're all about."

Katie's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"That sounds perfect," she exclaimed, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"Then it's settled," Mick declared with a decisive nod. "We'll make our way to Nikki's place once we're done here."

With the first part of their plan solidified, the band and Katie lingered over their drinks, their conversation flowing with easy.

As the time drew near for Katie's next appointment, the group decided to escort her back to work. Upon the arrival, Katie vanished into the studio to finish her job for the day.

As the band settled into the reception hall, time seemed to stretch out before them, each minute feeling like an eternity as they waited with for Katie's return.

At long last, the door creaked open, and Katie emerged with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Katie apologized, her voice carrying a note of excitement as she joined the band.

"I'm ready to roll now."

With a renewed sense of anticipation, Katie and the band made their way to Nikki's car, the excitement practically crackling in the air around them. As they headed to the Sunset Strip, Katie couldn't suppress the thrill bubbling within her, eager to delve deeper into the realm of rock 'n' roll.

Arriving at Nikki's apartment building, Katie was greeted by a surge of excitement at the thought finally getting to know the band wich her brother was part of.

As Mötley Crüe and Katie entered Nikki's flat, they were greeted by a space that perfectly encapsulated the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Posters of iconi musicans adorned the walls, while instruments were scattered haphazardly around the room. Amplifiers hummed softly in the background, hinting at the music that was created within these walls.

The furniture was a mix of vintage pieces and modern comforts, giving the space a lived-in yet stylish vibe. A plush couch sat against one wall, its cushions worn from years of use, while a sleek bar area beckoned from the corner, stocked with an impressive array of spirits.

Nikki led the group into the room with a grin, gesturing for them to make themselves at home. "Welcome to my humble abode, where the magic happens" he said, a twinkle in his eye turning to Katie

"Make yourself comfortable."

As Katie and the rest of the band settled in, Nikki made his way to the fridge, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Alright, folks, what'll it be?" he called out, opening the fridge door to reveal an assortment of beverages.

"Beer, wine, whiskey? You name it, I've got it."

The band members exchanged glances, a collective smirk crossing their faces.

"Surprise us, Nikki," Vince replied, a playful edge to his voice.

Nikki chuckled as he retrieved a selection of drinks from the fridge, passing them out to the group with a flourish. As the band settled in with their drinks, Nikki turned to Katie with a grin.

"Are you ready for your private show, Katie?" he asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Katie's face broke into a wide smile.

"Absolutely," she replied, excitement coursing through her veins as she leand back comfortably in the couch, drink in hand. With a casual ease, she propped her legs up on the coffee table, fixing her gaze on the band with eager anticipation.

With that the band took their place on the stage, wich was the other side of Nikki’s living room, and launched into their first song. The music was filling the room with its raw energy. Katie's eyes danced with delight as she listened, completely captivated by the electrifying performance unfolding before her.

Song after song, Mötley Crüe poured their hearts and souls into their music, each note resonating with passion and intensity. Katie couldn't help but be swept away by the sheer talent and charisma of the band, her appreciation for their music growing with each passing moment.

As the final chords faded into silence, Tommy and Nikki took their seats on either side of Katie, their faces flushed with exhilaration. Vince and Mick settled into the armchairs surrounding the coffee table, their expressions mirroring the sense of accomplishment that filled the room.

"So, Katie, what did you think?" Nikki asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Katie's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she took a sip of her drink, considering her response.

"I loved it," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Each song had its own unique energy"

With the mood buoyed by Katie's praise, she launched into her ideas for the flyers and posters, drawing inspiration from the music she had just heard.

The band members listened intently, nodding in agreement as Katie outlined her vision for the promotional materials.

"I love it," Vince exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"It sounds like you really understand our vibe and what we're all about."

Katie smiled, feeling a surge of pride at the band's reaction.

 "I'm glad you think so," she replied.

"I can't wait to get started and see what we can create together."

As the excitement of their collaboration filled the room, Katie and the band members of Mötley Crüe quickly settled on a date for the photoshoot.

"How about Saturday, two days from now?" Katie suggested, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

The band members exchanged eager nods, they couldn’t wait to see Katie's vision come to life. "Sounds good to us," Nikki replied, a grin spreading across his face.

"We'll make sure we're ready to rock and roll."

With the date set and plans in motion, the group toasted to their upcoming photoshoot, excitement buzzing in the air. As they continued to chat and laugh late into the evening, Katie couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the creative journey that lay ahead.

As the evening wore on and the excitement of their collaboration began to wind down, the band members of Mötley Crüe started to make their exit.

Vince, with a mischievous glint in his eye, rose from his seat, his voice laced with playful banter.

"Alright folks, see you on Saturday. I'm off to see my girl" he declared, his announcement met with teasing cheers from the rest of the group.

Shortly there after, Mick followed suit, offering a nod of farewell before vanishing into the nocturnal embrace of the city.

Tommy glanced at his watch, realizing it was time to pick up his new flame.

"I better get going, my date is waiting" he said, flashing a grin at the others.

"New girl?” Katie asked quirosly.

"We will see” he answered with a huge smile still plaster on his face

"But before I head out, Nikki, do you mind taking Katie home?"

 "I'd be happy to make sure she gets home safely." Nikki nodded in agreement, a warm smile on his face.

Katie smiled gratefully

"Thank you, Nikki," she said

"I appreciate it."

With goodbyes exchanged Tommy dissapiered and soon after Nikki and Katie made their way down from the flat to Nikki's car, the cool night air greating them as they stepped out side. They exchanged casual banter as they walked, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings.

 "So, Nikki, where did you and my brother crossed paths?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Nikki's gaze drifted to the road ahead, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips as he recounted the story.

"Well, it was after I had a falling out with my former band's singer and decided to quit London," he began, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"I was feeling pretty lost and unsure of what to do next."

He paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing.

"I found myself sitting in a diner, flipping through the ads of musicians looking to join a band," he explained.

"That's when Tommy walked up to me out of the blue."

A smile tugged at the corners of Nikki's lips as he recalled the memory.

"He was this cocky guy with wild hair and an even wilder personality," he said.

 "I remember him saying he had my poster on his bedroom wall” he laughed and Katie started giggeling next to him.

"And then he just seated himself infront of me and started twireling his drum sticks and as they say the rest is histroy”

Katie glanced over at Nikki, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's amazing how things just seem to fall into place sometimes," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

"It's like the universe has a way of bringing people together when they need it."

Nikki nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's funny how life works out like that," he replied, his voice tinged with reflection. "Sometimes the most unexpected encounters can change the course of your life in ways you never imagined."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, sharing stories and laughter as they made their way through the city streets. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Katie's apartment building, the glow of the streetlights casting a warm halo around them.

As Nikki pulled up to the curb, he turned to Katie with a smile.

"Well, here we are," he said, his tone lighthearted.

"Thanks for the company, Katie. I had a great time tonight."

Katie returned his smile, a sense of warmth and gratitude filling her chest.

"Thank you for the ride, Nikki," she replied, her voice sincere.

With a final wave goodbye, Katie stepped out of the car and watched as Nikki drove off into the night. As she made her way up to her apartment, a sense of contentment washed over her, grateful for the unexpected connection she had formed with Nikki and the band.

[livfastdieyoung69]

ROCKSTARS NEVER DIE-

(A Nikki Sixx Story. Ch.1)

A knock pounded on the wooden door. Rowan ignored it, they always did anytime before four in the evening. Another knock followed by a frustrated yell of their name (which didn’t have to travel through the door thanks to the fist-sized hole) shortly comes, then a groan, before the person on the other side gives up and stickz their hand through the hole, unlocking the door themselves.

“Rowan.” They scold, a hand on their jutting hip. Rowan didn’t budge. They crept over to the mattress on the floor. “Rowan!” A groan left their mouth after a kick was swiftly delivered to their rib cage. It wouldn’t have hurt so bad if it weren't for the pair of freshly cleaned, white Keds on the person who sent it.

“What the fuck do you want, Holly���” Rowan finally turned over, removing their face from the grimy pillowcase.

“You promised to help out at the diner today, remember? Kelly can’t come in and I said you could.” When she receives nothing but a pissed scoff, Holly continues. “All of the dumb rockstar guys coming down from the rest of the strip like you anyways.”

“That’s cause I am one of the dumb rockstar guys.” Rowan finally sat up, their feet meeting the ground for a second before retreating from the freezing floor. They were never one for the mornings, or being woken up at all, so it was no suprise to Holly they were being bitchy. “No one's gonna be out anyways, it’s the fucking morning in case you haven’t noticed.” Ro grumbles behing a sigh, rubbing at their tired eyes.

“It’s seven pm, Rowan. We have to be there at seven-thirty. And please put something on that isn’t leather!” Holly hollered the last sentence as they left the dirtied room. Rowan let out another groan, their hands from their face and through their hair before a quick stretch that sends them stumbling to the pile of clothes on the floor, muttering about how they’ll wear whatever the hell they want.

They quickly left their room after choosing a pair of torn-up jeans with a leather lace-up instead of a zipper for no other reason but to spite Holly and just wore the loose tank top of some strip-famous band, Chastain, they had fallen asleep in the night before. At the sight of the terrible 70s furniture and bright lights, they left the living room even faster than their room in search of a lighter, thankfully they’d found a pack of crumpled Newports in their jeans, and the pot of probably cold coffee.

“We gotta go, Ro. And you’re not smoking in my car, so can you please just wait until you get a break or something?” They responded with nothing but a sigh before chugging the ice cold cup of coffee they had just gotten to and stuffing the already crumpled pack of cigarettes in their back pocket. Rowan turned around to find Holly waiting at the door with an impatient look on her face so they just grabbed their sneakers to put on in the car.

The bell on the door of Tony’s Diner rang, and Holly entered with a moping Rowan dragging their feet behind them.

“Sorry I’m late Dottie, Rowan wouldn’t wake up,” Holly spoke as she rounded the corner to find the older waitress looking for the pens that always seem to be lost.

“Oh, you’re alright Holly. Where is that troublemaker anyway? Last time I saw the kid they were skin and bones.” Dottie gives up her search, and opens a new pack.

“Yeah, still are. Got a little better since they moved in but I’ve been trying to get ‘em to eat more. I think they saw someone they knew sitting down and went to say hi.” Rowan lazily turns the corner as soon as Holly finishes.

“Hey, Dots! How’ve you been?” They lean against the counter with an easy grin.

“I’m alright, Ro. It’s nice to see you after a while. You been hanging in there after..all that?” At the mention of Rowan's overdose, their smile disappears and they look down, nodding their head and refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I don’t do that stuff anymore.” Rowan talked casually, scratching behind theirear, before trying to move away from the uncomfortable conversation, looking over to the line cooks to see who was working.

“Ro, what the hell happened to your hair?” Hearing Holly’s words Rowan turned back around, eyebrows furrowed. One side was its normal, long length, but the right was much shorter.

“What? Oh yeah, someone lit my hair on fire last night so it’s a little uneven.” They combed through the short side with an airy laugh, going back to inspecting the kitchen.

“Christ, kid, didn’t you just say you stopped doing all of that?” Dottie's words may have been harsh but her tone was soft and full of worry.

“Well, yeah, I meant I stopped taking fuckin’ Xanax man! What, do you want me to just throw my partying days away? Let me have some fun.” Rowan walked away after quickly grabbing a notepad and a pen in hopes that the conversation would finally stop. Holly sighs while watching Rowan move over to the table they’d stopped at earlier, already ignoring their problems, sitting next to some dude with hair as long as theirs. (the right side, atleast)

“I’m glad Rowan has you Holly. I don’t think they’d be alive if they didn’t.” Dottie shoves a couple straws into her aapron, speaking remosefully.

“Yeah…I don’t think so either.” Holly can hear Rowan and the eclectic group they sat with laughing, hands banging against the table as the one they’d sat next to pulls at their shortened side of hair.

The diner was surprisingly empty for how late it was. There were always at least two big rushes. The first one was the people who didn’t really party all that much and didn’t like the music all that much either. They were calmer and tipped more. But they were ‘posers’ so Rowan wasn’t a fan. Then the second crowd would come in a few hours later, and a lot rowdier. Most of them were black-out drunk and probably high. They partied, and rocked, and fucked and most of them were huge fans of Rowan. The first was smaller than usual, and now they just had to wait.

Rowan stared up at the clock. 9:57. They let out a sigh, holding their face in their hands as they sat at the front counter.

“You okay over there?” Another waitress- Sophia, Sam, something that started with an s- asked.

“Uh, yeah. Could you just let someone know I’m gonna go have a smoke? Thanks.” Rowan practically ran through the back door out of the kitchen, a cigarette sitting on their lips by the time the cold wind pushed against their face. The small fire of their lighter brought warmth to their fingers and smoke to the air. Minutes later, the heavy metal door creaked open.

“Hey, Ro? Someone’s asking for you out here.” Holly spoke cautiously. It was obvious Rowan wasn’t used to being sober this late.

“Uhm, alright. Just..just give me a sec Hols.” They squatted down before speaking, bringing their arms up to the side of their face and trying to block out the sounds of the strip and the oncoming migraine. Their hands moved from gripping the back of their neck to rubbing their eyes. They sucked a breath in and held. One, two, three, four, five. They breathed out, crushing their cigarette butt on the floor, and stood with another sigh before moving back inside and to the table Holly had told them.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?” Rowan leaned against the wooden border of the booth, staring at the man with his nose stuck in the menu.

“Nice to see you too.” The man looked up, the worlds smallest smile setting on his face at the sight of them.

“Oh, hey man. How��s it goin’ Mick?” After realizing who it was, Rowan sat in the other seat opposite of him, sinking into the sticky and crumbling booth.

“Y’know, the usual. Life's a bitch, everything hurts, and I’d like to die in a fucking hole.” He responded, voice the same sarcastic monotone it almost always was. “You?”

“Same-same. Life’s a bitch, still pretty fuckin’ insane, and I did die in a hole last week. Unfortunately, i’m back.” The pair shared a couple of kind smiles- unlikely for the both- and fond laughter, before Mick took a sip of his shitty coffee, no sugar, no cream, and Ro picked at the fake wooden panel peeling up from the table.

“Listen, there’s this new band I’ve been playing with for a few days and we could use a rhythm guitarist. You’d fit right in and I said I’d ask around, see if anyone would be down.”

“Don’t have anything goin’ on right now, sure,” They shrug. “This band gotta name or somethin'?” Rowan moved their arm to sit on the booth behind them as they slouched back. Mick let out a huff of air.

“Yeah, I wish. Don’t even have a fuckin’ singer yet.”

Yahoo! A new story :) I’ve been wanting to write a motley story for agesssss. On Wattpad as well just cause I prefer to write on there and paste it over here lolololls. Enjoyyyy

[kisstytea]

KisstyTea’s introduction page

Hi I’m Eli! My pronouns are She/He/They if that’s important. I’ve been a huge fan of classic rock since I was about seven (you can blame that movie KISS made with Scooby Doo for that one <3), so I decided to make this stupid lil shitty writing blog for fanfics of my favorite bands! Oh uhm also this is an x reader writing blog because uhh yeah. 

Who I’ll write for atm:

KISS

Mötley Crüe

Queen

Guns N’ Roses

Probably more in the future <3

What I’ll write: 

Fluff

Headcanons

Platonic stuff

Smut 

What I won’t write:

Angst (it makes me sad)

Suicide mention (I lost a close relative to suicide, no I won’t answer questions about it)

Anything where someone dies (again it makes me sad)

It takes me forever to write shit but please send your requests!!

Extra Thing:

I am aware that many people that I will write fanfics for have done disgusting and horrible things, and if you feel kind of uncomfortable with this blog, please block me and move on. I never want to start any trouble!

Also, I am neurodivergent and mentally ill. I’ve struggled with this for my entire life. I’m incredibly shy and I have a hard time understanding social queues. Sometimes, I tend to say things very bluntly and I end up offending people. While I’m not using my problems as an excuse, I do believe that I should give a forewarning that I may make you upset by pure accident. If I do offend you in any way, shape or form, please let me know so I can correct myself.

Don’t flirt with me for the love of God, I’m currently in a relationship that I am very happy with. Being flirted with by anybody other than him would make me feel so indescribably uncomfortable.

DNI LIST:

MAPS(pedophiles), Anti-LGBTQ/Homophobes/Biphobes/Transphobes etc., Anyone who tries to shame me back into religion (I don’t care if you’re a religious person that follows me, but don’t try to reconvert me, it’s not going to work), Anyone who believes sex and gender are the same thing, Racists, Anti-Semetics,Nazis,Holocaust deniers etc

[munsons-melody]

putting the x in sixx

summary: you and eddie go to a party in LA where your old celebrity crush, nikki sixx, starts to hit on you

pairing: rockstar!boyfriend!Eddie x female!reader

cw: mentions/insinuates sex, mentions of alcohol, etc, established relationship w eddie, little smutty towards the end

recommended song: girls girls girls by mötley crüe

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i wrote this after i watched the dirt last night, also not proofread at all :)

requested? no

masterlist

part 2 can be found here

i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission.

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you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring your new outfit... leopard print pants with a black corset top, your hair teased and hair sprayed to the gods, and your usual makeup, only with a little extra here and there

"hey babe we should probably get a move on cause-" eddie stopped in front of the bathroom door, giving you a look up and down and finishing with a wolf whistle

"jesus" he breathed out, leaning on the door, staring at your outfit causing a small blush to creep up on your face

"you like?" you asked sheepishly, already knowing his answer

you often didn't wear scandalous outfits like this, opting for the most basic t shirt, jeans, and your lived in reeboks that never got a day off but now that you and eddie were out of hawkins for the week as corroded coffin were playing shows at the sunset strip in LA, you figured you'd get less stares wearing an outfit like this

"i love" he purred, stalking closer before locking his lips with yours into a passionate kiss, his hands gently cradling your face as his tongue slipped into your mouth and your hands snaked up to his neck

he started trailing down your exposed neck, and you smiled, knowing what he wanted to do instead of heading to this party gareth heard about and was very persistent in everyone attending, hearing rumors of other rock gods showing up

"eds, as much as i know you'd rather stay here and do this, we really have to get going" you giggled, and he stopped kissing, leaning his head on your shoulder

"do we have to?" he mumbled, his voice vibrating into your chest

"gareth wants the whole band to go with just incase anyone cool happens, hey who knows maybe you'll run into mick mars or kirk hammett" you laughed

eddie moved his face to meet yours, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in, almost like he'd lose you if he let you go

"already checked, metallica is playing in ohio tonight so slim to none chance I'll see kirk" he said, leaning in for one last kiss before he unwillingly pulled away, walking over to his bag and slipping on a old cut up band shirt and fixing his studded belt

"eddie" you groaned, checking yourself one last time in the hotel mirror, seeing your lipstick smudged

"what" he replied with the same annoyed tone you had

"you ruined my lipstick" and he let out a small laugh

——

the car ride from the hotel to a massive mansion was fairly short, and you, along with the rest of corroded coffin, stumbled out of the car onto the driveway that you were sure could fit 10 of you and eddie's shared apartment

the music from the house was blasting and you wish you knew half these people, or whos house this even was but alas, you were just as clueless as the boys as you walked into the mansion

people were everywhere, you couldn't walk more than 2 feet without seeing a drink or bottle of alcohol, music was blaring, the lights were nice, adding to the ambience of a party

eddie grabbed your hand, lacing together your fingers as he motioned a "come on" and you followed, leaving jeff, dougie, and gareth to themselves

you and eddie walked to the giant kitchen, where you heard a voice yell "oh my god, are you eddie munson?" eddie immediately turned to where the voice came from, seeing tommy lee and nikki sixx leaning against a table, drinks in their hands

eddie looked at you with wide eyes, suppressing a giant smile which showed a mix of "oh my god they know who i am" and "oh my god they know who I am"

"go" you whispered, lightly nudging your boyfriend towards the two rockstars

he let go of your hand and headed towards them, and they greeted eddie like they were old friends even though they'd never met before in their lives

they immediately started into a conversation, you only heard bits and pieces but it was all shop talk about guitars solos, tour dates, etc.

you took this time to get a drink, walking deeper into the kitchen

you saw an opened pack of beers, and grabbed one out, opening it on the side of the counter (a helpful trick eddie taught you a few years back), and took a few sips, admiring the amount of people at this party and listening to the songs that were playing in the background, barely heard over the amount of people talking

you went to take another sip when you felt a presence next to you, and you look to your left to see none other than nikki sixx

dumbfounded that your old celebrity crush of a few years was standing next to you, you stuttered out a hello and he smiled

"y/n... right?" he asked and you nodded, a taken aback and confused look writing onto your face as he held his hand out to shake yours

"eddie told tommy and i about you just now, thought i'd come say hello" he said with a smile, leaning against the counter and inched closer

"well hello," you said, however, your voice moved faster than your brain processed, and it came out more flirtatious than you intended

maybe it was the subconscious part of your brain that was excited the guy you fantasized about before you met your boyfriend was in front of you, but now all you could think of now was showing him you weren't interested and that eddie was all you cared about

"so eddie's a pretty cool guy.." he said and you looked over at eddie who was engaged deep in a conversation with tommy, a drink in both their hands

you looked back at nikki who took a swig out of a jack daniels bottle he held in his left hand

"yeah, he's so cool i've been with him almost 4 years" you joked, awkwardly taking a sip from your beer

"you ever think about expanding your horizons?" he asked, the flirtiness in his voice increasing

"expanding to what?" you laughed, brushing off the awkwardness and hoping your heart rate would slow down

"to the room upstairs, there's a perfect little balcony overlooking the beach where no one can hear us...." he leaned in closer, his breath hot on your neck

"or see us... me fucking you senseless, my grip on your waist as my thick cock pumping in your tight little pussy, making you scream my name" he finished, leaving a hot, open mouth kiss on your neck under your ear

you felt a few shivers go down your spine, along with heat traveling to your core as a blush spread across your cheeks as you turned to face him

if this was a few years ago, before you met eddie, you wouldn't care that you'd be just another girl in the millions of his roster, you'd be halfway naked in the kitchen on your knees by now

but it wasn't a few years ago, this was now and even though you had the one man you had the biggest crush on literally beginning to have sex with you, but you also was dating someone you had an even bigger crush on

"i- i can't" you stuttered out, looking up at eddie and moving alway from the grip he had around your waist

it was like eddie could read your mind cause he turned around to see you with nikki, and him and tommy came sauntering over

eddie immediate wrapped an arm around you, pressing against your back and pulling you close, causing nikki to stand up straighter next to tommy

"what were you two chatting about?" eddie asked with a smile and nikki shrugged

"not much, just getting to know one another" nikki said, sending you a wink

"holy shit you're mötley crüe" you heard jeff say as him, gareth, and dougie walked up to tommy and nikki

"well half, you guys must be the rest of corroded coffin, right?" tommy asked, extending his hand to fist bump the boys and they all nodded excitedly

"hey while we're all here, let's talk tour dates, we've seen a show or two, and we need an opener" tommy said, extending an arm around nikki and gareth, walking off to where there was an opening on one of the couches, leaving you and eddie by yourselves in the kitchen

you turned around to look at his face, gently holding it with your hand as his arms wrapped around your waist

you kissed him gently and he kissed back, eventually pulling away with a smile

"uh, i just wanted to tell you, nikki hit on me... just now... when you were talking to tommy..." you told him

"oh wow..." he said, trailing off, looking over at nikki then back at you

"well, they always say don't leave your girlfriend alone around motley crue... i guess that actually is true" he chuckled

"yeah, but... he did tell me about this private room upstairs, incase you feel a little jealous and want to take it out on me" your voice again travelled faster than your brain as eddie's eyes darker, a smirk crawling up his face over his lips

"well what did he say exactly?" eddie asked, pulling you in closer and slowly moving his hand down your lower back

"something about screaming his name while he's fucking my tight little pussy-" you cut yourself off, kissing eddie

he pulled away, your foreheads touching

"did he get you all worked up? huh pretty girl?" he asked, staring to move his hips against yours and you whimpered out a yes when he suddenly stopped his movements

"i can't have you hot and horny for some other guy now can we? i guess i have to show you who can make you feel really good not some doped up rockstar who can’t please you the way i can..." he said again

you just nodded at him, staring, feeling like if you take your eyes off him, you wouldn’t get your release

“let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” he asked, extending one hand to yours and his other to one of the bottles of alcohol sitting on the counter opposite of him

you started to head upstairs when mick mars walked up to the two of you, stopping your path upstairs

“hey eddie, right? nikki was telling me all about you!” he said enthusiastically

“later mars, i gotta please my girl” eddie said in a rush, and the two of you ran upstairs to the bedroom

fin.

[toobz-drawz]

Hi! Can I request a (The Dirt) Mick Mars x reader if that’s okay where the reader and Mick are in their hotel room together and are cuddling and relaxing and watching a movie on the tv. Just enjoying each other’s company and slightly teasing each other. Basically just cute couple things (fluff).

Or

Mick and the reader at one of the boys parties together.

I hope this request isn’t weird I just wanted to give you an option! 😊 Thank You!

Speak Of The Devil

Mick Mars (The Dirt) x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, and pure fluff.

Summary: You decided to watch a horror movie with your boyfriend, but goes not exactly as you plan.

Characters: 2,294

The TV was playing “Children Of The Corn”, you had thought it was a good idea to rent out the movie and watch it at the hotel room with your boyfriend Mick. Boy..You were wrong about picking this movie out of all things. Throughout the movie you had been on edge, clutching the blankets or either the bowl of popcorn settled between you two, from Mick’s prospective you were scared out of your wits, anticipating what would happen next, and eyes so big he thought they’d pop right out of their sockets. 

Mick wrapped his arm around your lower back and pulled you into his embrace. “What were you saying earlier?…Oh, yeah, “I bet this movie is going to be corny and that I won’t get scared at all” is that right?” Mick had a big cheesy grin on his face, you looked up at him and pushed him away. “It’s not my fault I’m easy to scare!” You protested against his remark on what you said earlier before starting this whole movie. “Oh I know, honey.” He pulled you back in, kissing you on your forehead. “I won’t let the boogie man or kids with weapons hurt you.” You hated when he teased you like this, but you were an absolute sucker for him. “I hate you.” You’d sighed, leaning into his form as you watched the movie and ate more popcorn. “I love you too.” If you thought he was done with just that, you were wrong, because throughout the whole movie he had been teasing you and poking fun at you for jumping and almost having a heart attack at a tiny jump scare. In his eyes he’s seen enough scary movies that they don’t affect him anymore, but seeing you frightened as a mouse just made this movie a bit more bearable. 

When the movie was over you had been passed out, leaving mick with a whole mess he had to clean up after you twos movie night. It was rather difficult for him to get out of bed with you on him and his back, though he managed to get out. Once he was out, he tucked you into bed, then started grabbing the bowl of what used to hold popcorn and start putting trash, bits n pieces of crumbs, and other little things to throw away. He couldn’t stop thinking about how jumpy you were and the comments you made throughout the movie while cleaning up. After cleaning up, he lifted up the blanket, climbed right back into bed, and  held you close making sure no monsters would get at you in your sleep. 

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Too Drunk For Love (Dirt!Mick Mars x Reader One Shot)

Requested:

@lilypetite88 thank you! This is my first request!

Description:

Would you do a one shot where you are so drunk because your boyfriend cheated on you and mick is there to confort you and he end up being drunk too and end up on you being married and the rest of the boys help with everything then next morning both of you dont remember nothing but you realized you love each other all is happy that way.

Warnings:

Bunch of fluff and fucking language

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

//

Once again you ended up at the Whiskey A Go Go. This became a habit for you. You often came here to get shit faced. God knows you needed too. When you went to work you saw the woman that your boyfriend cheated on you with. She was your best friend too. Turns out she only pretended to be your best friend to get with your now ex-boyfriend. That really stung you. All your life people only walked out on you. Left you out in the cold. You thought you'd be used to it by now, but you guess not.

The Whiskey is a safe haven for you. Everyone had the same reason to be there.

To get laid and piss ass drunk.

You didn't think you ready to hookup with someone yet, so you just got drunk. Multiple men have hit on you while you've been there at the bar. You declined as nicely as you could. That ended up with them calling you a prude or a stuck up whore. It didn'd bother you to hear those venomous words. You could tell they were all pigs anyway.

A band played there every week. Mötley Crüe you thought they were called. It was an odd collection of guys that were up there. The first one you'd noticed was the lead singer. Mostly because he was right in the front and because of his bright blonde hair. You next noticed the mysterious bass player whose hair nearly covered his entire face. The drummer was next. He was really tall and lanky with long dark brown hair.

The last was the guitarist. You instantly knew he was your favorite. He had long black hair and looked to be a bit older than the rest. He played the guitar like a fucking God. You even made eye contact with him a few times.

Now you sit at the bar with a whole bottle of Jack Daniels in your hand. You don't care about what other people must be thinking about you. You just want to forget.

Mötley Crüe finishes up their set behind you. You didn't feel like watching them tonight. You had a hard day. Worse than the ones before. You just wanted to get drunk.

You take a swig as people start nearly swarming around you. They needed their booze just like you did. You listened to everyone give their orders to the bartender who started to look panicked as people were yelling at him.

You smile at him, hoping to make him feel a bit better. You get lost in thought. You drink a bit more. You stare off into space at the bar.

"You didn't watch us tonight," A deep voice says from beside you.

You look up. You're nearly knocked out of your stool from shock.

The last person you expected to see was the dark haired guitarist. He smiles at you and repeats his statement.

"O-Oh!" You stutter, blushing. "Y-Yeah, it's just been a rough day. I really needed to drink."

He sits on the stool beside you. Ordering himeself his own bottle of Jack. He smirks at you and takes a swig.

"What's got you feeling down?" The guitarist asks.

"I was cheated on," You say simply, taking a swig.

"Oh," He says, surprised. "I'm sorry."

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm not surprised." You pause, looking at him. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way."

"Mick Mars," He responds grinning at you. He takes in a deep breath. "I think we both need to get wasted. Why don't we do together?"

You don't even hesitate with your answer. "Fuck yes."

-----

You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The light coming through the window is blinding to your tired eyes. You groan, sitting up. You look around once your eyes adjust. You're in your underwear and that's it. You see your clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. You look hesitantly to your side. Laying there is Mick Mars. The guy you only met last night.

You don't remember anything. That last moment your brain can come up with is when Mick invited you to get wasted with him.

You press your hands to your face. As you do so, you feel something different on your finger. It was cold and metallic. Knowing what it is, but not wanting it to be it, you pull your left hand away from your face.

Sure enough a gorgeous diamond ring is on your ring finger.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? You ask yourself.

Mick stirs from beside you. You look at him and wait for him to wake up. He opens his eyes, looking up at you. He looks just as surprised as you were when you woke.

He sits up, and rubs his face.

"(Y/N)?" He asks hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell happened last night?" He asks, laughing a bit.

You hold up your left hand. "I'm guessing we got wasted enough to get married."

His eyes widen. He looks at his ring finger. He has a simple silver band to match your elaborate ring. "We were that trashed?"

You nod your head. You pull your knees up and rest your head on them. You laugh to yourself. "I'm only twenty three and I'll be getting my first divorce. That's not what I expected."

Mick smiles. "It's not as bad as you think."

You open your mouth to respond, but his bedroom door bursts open.

"Get up, old man!" The tall, lanky drummer yells. "We got shit to do!"

The other two follow closely behind the drummer. They all stop in their tracks when their eyes land on you.

You smile shyly and wave at them. "Hi."

The bassists face lights up. "Finally the old man got laid!"

You roll your eyes and laugh at him.

"Oh! I'm Nikki, by the way," The bassist introduces himself. "The tall one is Tommy, and the blonde one is Vince."

"Nice to meet you guys," You laugh. "I'm (Y/N)."

"A pretty name for such a pretty lady," Vince flirts, winking at you.

"Look at her eyes, Tommy," Mick growls.

You look down, realizing that your in your bra. You pull the blanket up to cover yourself. You blush, completely embarrassed.

"Looks like you had a fun night," Nikki laughs. "You guys left as soon as we tried to join your party."

You frown. "I don't remember that." You hold up your left hand again. You point at the gorgeous ring. "Do you guys remember us getting married?"

Their eyes widen in shock.

"You guys got fucken hitched?" Tommy laughs. "And here I thought I'd be the first to get married."

"We thought so too, T-Bone," Nikki laughs, clapping him on the back.

You sigh. "We need to get down to the court house and file for a divorce." You groan. "This really fucking sucks."

"You know what?" Tommy says. You look up at him. "Why don't you guys try being together? I mean, Mick you've been wanting to be with someone and she seems like the perfect fit. You two got on so well last night. It was effortless. Why not ride this out?"

You and Mick look at each other.

"It's not a bad idea," Mick says. "You're not as ridiculous as I thought you were, drummer."

"Thank you!" Tommy nearly yells.

You grin at Tommy, then turn back to Mick. "It might work out."

And work out it did. You and Mick moved in together the next day. He didn't have to worry about meeting your family since you didn't have any. He took you out on your first date that weekend. You knew you were in love with him by the fifth date.

Mötley Crüe took off about a year after you and Mick got hitched. He made sure that he had time for you at all times. If you called he'd drop whatever it was he was doing. He loved you more than you could ever imagine, and you loved him the same. Maybe even more.

Now here you are, five years later. You're standing in the kitchen of the mansion Mick bought about six months ago. You watch him as he attempts to make you your favorite meal for your five year anniversary.

You grin and take a sip of your beer.

You can't believe how lucky you are to have him.

You're so glad you listened to the kid drummer. That was the best idea he'd ever had, and you could never repay him.

Thanks to Tommy Lee, you stayed with the love of your life.

[duffslut]

Glass table

Nikki Sixx x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 550

Requested by anon: Rough nikki smut??

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

- Stop! - you screamed as you ran through the house, your head was spinning and your blood was hot with adrenaline, you stopped for a few seconds before starting up the stairs, laughing and trying to catch your breath.

Nikki stopped right behind you, also laughing and sighing as he tried to catch his breath. He extended his arms to your hips and leaned into you, turning your body towards him, his pupils was exaggeratedly dilated as he looked at you, before finally speaking.

- Look. - Nikki pointed to the table in the middle of the living room, between the couches. Your house was a complete mess, the last guests had just left and there were beer bottles, cigarette butts, and other things you'd rather not even know what them were scattered around the house.

- Yeah babe, it's our table.

You were just as stoned as your boyfriend, so when you faced each other, you had the same idea.

- I'll get some things, wait for me. - Nikki disappeared upstairs and you stumbled to the center of the room.

You mentally cursed yourself for allowing another party at your house, for the third time, at that week. You laughed to yourself after you took the mess off the table and started to undress.

- I just went to get some coke and look what I found!

You couldn't identify what was in Nikki's hands but as soon as he approached you, you saw a ball gag hanging from his wrist.

You climbed up on the glass table, getting down on all fours for Nikki and shaking your ass.

- What are you planning to do?

Nikki came around the table, facing you and taking his clothes off in seconds. You opened your mouth in a smile when you saw him pour the cocaine on his hard cock and approach you.

- You know what to do.

You snorted it in less than a second and then ran your tongue over his dick, making sure you had it all. Nikki laughed, shaking his black hair and taking the ball gag, putting it in your mouth.

- Now be quiet okay? - You nodded, blinking, unable to respond. - You have no choice anyway.

Nikki came back behind you, scratching your back lightly with his nails and forcing your spine down so he could get a better view of your pussy open to him. His hand reached out until he tightened it around your neck.

- I hope this table can handle what I'm going to do to you. - he said.

His cock entered your pussy with a little difficulty, but Nikki just shoved it hard inside your tight cunt, moaning as he entered all the way inside you.

- God you're so tight. - Nikki was squeezing your neck harder and harder as his cock went deeper inside you.

You just babbled sounds as you felt him go in and out of you, deeper and deeper.

His thrusts kept pumping into your pussy and you had already come twice before Nikki finally switched you to spread his cum all over your body.

- I'll let you say where you want me to come now baby girl. - Nikki took the ball gag out of your mouth, you gasped.

You just stuck your tongue out, and seconds later his cum jets squirted all over your face.

[michelle-is-writing]

Name Upgrade, Daniel Webber

The reader is Mick Mars’ daughter.

Request: Can you do a mick mars where his daughter and her husband surprises her father when he on the stadium and comes out on stage with News on a card that says your being promoted to grandpa. Which makes mick cry.

I also received a request a while back for a dad!Mick Mars x reader, so this fulfills both of those requests.

Word Count: 900~

I never thought my dad would still be doing concerts after 60, but watching him rock out on the stage at 71 makes me so happy. He’s still living it up like he did in the early days of Motley Crue, all except for the copious amounts of drugs and liquor in the 80s and 90s. Granted, he never let me see that side of the group, only finding out about it later on in my life when my Uncle Nikki talked about going into rehab many years ago. My dad tried to avoid me finding out about that stuff, and I understand, but it never changed how I felt about him and my uncles.

Seeing my dad up on that stage makes me feel like I’m a little girl again, watching my dad from behind the stage as he jams out on his guitar and my uncles rock out alongside him. Only now, I’m backstage with my husband, the very man who got to play Vince in their biopic film. It wasn’t my dad’s plan for Daniel and me to meet during the making of the movie, but as soon as he introduced himself with his Australian accent and nervous stutter, I knew I was a goner.

Once my dad discovered that we both had a thing for each other after my uncles pointed out the obvious to him, he rolled his eyes and leaned his head down, slowly shaking it. “Of course it had to be Vince’s actor,” Daniel and I heard my dad murmuring, causing us to look at each other and gently laugh. The scene itself was wholesome, and I was so glad my dad was okay with us being together.

“I’m so glad we could come tonight,” Daniel says to me, his hand moving from my side to my stomach. Immediately, my heart skips a beat at his action, being reminded of the news we recently got. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

“He’s going to be so happy,” I murmur, leaning up to kiss Daniel’s cheek. His smile only grows at this, gently swaying me in his hold as we resume looking back at the band I grew up watching my entire life, and obviously, that never changed.

“Alright, guys, we have a special announcement tonight,” Nikki announces to the crowd as they all recover from the constant playing they’ve been doing since they started. My dad simply looks around in slight confusion, unsure of what’s going on as the whole show has been perfect. “My beautiful goddaughter and her husband have something to say. Mick,” Nikki adds, turning toward my dad as Daniel and I walk out on stage to join him. The crowd cheers as we do so, my dad greeting us with an almost confused smile when we stop in front of him.

“Well,” he starts, his eyes flicking between Daniel and me as we remain in each other's hold. “What’s the word, pumpkin?”

Hearing my dad call me the nickname he always used for me as a kid makes tears begin to well up in my eyes. This is already an emotional moment for me because I’m pregnant, but honestly, I never imagined I would be as happy as I am now. It’s definitely overwhelming, but not in a bad way.

“We have some news for you,” I tell him, resting back against Daniel’s side as I hand my dad the card I made especially for him. I watch as he takes it from me with a curious look on his face, the guys watching him with wide smiles etched onto all their faces as he does so. They all helped me and Daniel form this plan to surprise my dad, managing to get some extra time after their most recent show to allow us to surprise him.

Opening the card, my dad’s eyes scan over the words on the paper in front of him, a few seconds passing before he lowers the card down. In one hand, he holds the card while the other grasps the small ultra sound picture I put in there. Tears in his eyes, my dad smiles and shakes his head.

“Oh, pumpkin,” He murmurs, lifting his arms out to me. I accept his offer immediately and hug him close, my emotions only worsening as my dad pulls Daniel in the hug too, not wanting to forget him during such a big moment. “I’m so happy for you two,” he tells us, still holding me close with one arm as his other rests against Daniel’s shoulder. “I’m so proud of you two.”

With tears now streaming down my face, I smile at my dad while Daniel wipes away my tears, never letting a tear be able to slide down my face on his watch. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mick Mars is going to be a grandfather!” Nikki says to the crowd, making them all erupt into cheers. Soon enough, the guys all come over and join our hug. Nikki, Tommy, and Vince watched me grow up, practically making them my uncles hence why I refer to them as such. Now, they get to watch a new life grow up and call them uncle as well, but on the other hand, my dad finally gets to be called grandpa without it being one of the guys' many jokes about his age.

[sweetheartedbylust]

Are you taking the dirt motley fics

Yes babe!

💋

[muschiettistrashmouth]

New Mötley Crüe fanfiction is on the wayyyy

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there!!

Latley I have been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe again and I rewatched their movie The dirt on Netflix as well.

And since I am latley bored I tought I would write a fanfiction.

Back in high school I wrote a bunch of fics based on who I was fixated atm and i kinda miss those times and I would love to get back my creativy sparks and go back to writeing cause I have a few storys just waiting in forgotten pendrives to be finnished (and probably be rewritten cause they all been writen a long time ago)

Would anyone be interested in a Nikki Sixx x OC story?

Since I am new to tumblr I hope this post finds my fellow 80’s rockstar obsessed girlypops.

XoX - V

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(sub)Vince Neil smut?

Vince visiting the reader at work and ends up eating her out under her desk

A/N: I love this! Hope you don’t mind me adding a mommy kink for my own sake

Missed you, Mommy ~ Vince Neil

[Sub!Vince Neil x Dom!Fem!Reader]

Masterlist

Summary: Vince visits you in your office and he wants to show you how much he missed you

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), Mommy kink, praise kink

With your print outs in your hands, you walked into your office to find a nice surprise. “Vince, you’re back!” You smile as you rush over to hug him, “thought you were suppose to be another two days.”

“I missed you so much,” he hums as he holds you impossibly close, “I needed you.”

“Oh baby, I missed you too!” you giggle as you walk over to sit at your desk, “I have to work though. Do you think you can wait a couple hours for me?”

“But I love you and I want to show how much I missed you!” He pouts. You then see an idea flash in his eyes as he falls to his knees under your desk.

“Vince!” You whisper-shout. You could feel his hot breath on your core, “I need to work.”

“I’ll be quiet!” He reasons, “you can still work.”

You nodded as you tried to look through your papers as you felt his hands slide up your thigh.

His hand moved up to your panties, slipping his fingers under the fabric. His middle finger went from your clit to your entrance then back to your clit, your wetness drenching his finger as you sighed out. You attempted to sort through the papers on your desk.

Vince took his hand out of your panties and moved your thigh to rest over his shoulder making you spread your legs. his fingers went back to your cunt circling his middle finger on your clit lightly. “Just like that Vinnie,” you moaned, your hand reaching back and tugging on his blonde locks. You gave up on trying to carry on working.

“Y’look so beautiful mommy,” Vince whimpered. It made you chuckle to think about how he acts all tough in public but he’ll goes on his knees for you and call you Mommy.

“Thank you baby” you responded. You were about to whisper more praises to him but the door creaked open. You quickly put your legs together, trapping the rockstar between them, and tried to make it look like you were just looking though the print outs.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Your boss nods as a greeting as he walks into the room, “I just need to inquire if you have finished the Thompson Report?”

“Y-yes,” you try to ignore the man between your legs movements, “I was informed I had to hand it to Jenkins.”

“Ah. My apologies,” he shakes his head.

You opened your mouth to speak but Vince’s fingers teased your entrance before slipping his middle finger in pumping it in and out. You hold back a loud moan, you face scrunching up.

“You okay there?” Your boss questions.

“Sorry, sir, girl problems. Y’know?” You pull a fake smile. He nods before exiting the room.

You look down and you planned on scolding the man between your legs. However, you were met with him pouting. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” You asked.

“Wanna taste you,” he mumbled nervously like you wouldn’t let him.

“Okay baby, make me feel good,” you said smiling at him as his eyes lit up. He moved inbetween your legs hooking his fingers around your panties and pulling them off.

“Good boy, alright now get t’work,” you said running your fingers down to your cunt and spreading yourself teasingly. Vince moaned, the vibration making you groan. Vince put one of your thighs over his shoulder and his hand pushed the other to spread you open more for him.

His tongue ran up and down your soaking cunt, making you hum and run your hands through his hair pushing it out of his face. The singer’s lips suctioned around your clit.

“feels so good, Vinnie” you praised as he let off your clit with a pop then fucking you with his tongue as his free hand now did circles on your clit.

“Fuck- baby gonna make me cum already” you huffed out, your eyes closing and back arching. Vince’s lips sucked on your clit once again moaning against it making you moan his name. he moved his hand once again to now finger you, his middle and ring finger pumping in and out of you as he lapped at your clit.

“m’so close baby” you mewled tugging on his hair hard and your other hand gripping the edge of the chair as your mouth hung open mumbling praises and his inaudible things.

“Please cum, mommy” he whimpered before sucking on your clit again. he could feel you clenching around his fingers

“Gonna cum, baby” you cried out, you pressed your cunt against him trying to make him go deeper before releasing on his hand.

“so good f’me” you sighed happily as you leant down to kiss him. His parted lips shined with your slick. You pulled him up to stand up with you.

You looked down at his bulge in his pants. “Cmon let’s go home and sort you out,” you giggle, handing him your coat to hide his guilt.

[babypinktardis]

TOMMY LEE X READER

Warning: +18

Summary: You hated that kind of parties your best friends seem to enjoy the most. You were expecting the worst, a dull night listening to music you disliked and surrounded by people you didn’t even know. However, Tommy fucking Lee was there to make of that night the best experience of your life.

You sighed loudly and rolled your eyes at your friend’s words. She had been shouting non-stop for the last hours and, after spending half of your pay check in alcohol, the situation was getting worse. Her alcohol tolerance was low, even lower than yours, and her loud voice and piercing laughter was annoying most of the young people in the club line.

“Hey… F/N calm down, will ya’?” You whispered as you tried to make her shut up. She shook her head in disagreement. You sighed once more as you made eye contact with the doorman who didn’t seem to like her loud attitude, “You will get us kicked out”.

“As if!“ she giggled, resting her arm on your shoulder, “You’d actually like that, eh? It would be the only way for you to get rid of us” she pinched your cheek and stuck out her tongue.

“I’d actually love that” you confessed, breaking the contact and brushing your short red dress, “But I also want to enjoy a night together… I’m already used to these bloody shitholes you call clubs” you smirked.

“You are such a sweetheart” your other friend smiled sarcastically.

“I know” you laughed under your breath as you lighted yourself a cigarette, you didn’t smoke often but the atmosphere was really inviting.

Your eyes scanned the long queue before you, you had to wait at least half an hour to enter the club. Being completely honest, you wouldn’t really mind the long wait if it wasn’t for your friend’s annoying drunk ass. You looked at your right side, seeing people walking up and down the street at those hours made you smile. The people who would go outdoors late at night was the most interesting in your eyes. The darkness made them look nostalgic and intriguing.

A dude caught your eye.

Not only was he handsome but his unmistakable smirk made you smile, “Isn’t that Tommy Lee?” You whispered to yourself.

“Who?” Your friends asked at the unison.

“Uh? Tommy Lee?” You looked at them with widened eyes, “Mötley Crüe’s drummer?” You sighed as they stayed in silence, “Should I say hello? I should, right?” You pressed your lips together in nervousness.

“I suppose?” Your friend said.

“Be right back” you told them before pushing a couple of people away and stopping by Tommy’s side, noticing in that very moment how tall he actually was. You only saw him once, during a concert held in a pub near your house. He ended up throwing up by the bar, dope.

“Hello?” He said as he noticed your presence.

“Hi!” You answered right away, wandering if you had been staring for way too long, “You are Tommy Lee!”

He chuckled as he read the club name you were about to enter, “You know who I am” that came out in a question.

“Of course I do” you sounded rather offended by that, “Tommy fucking Lee” you huffed, “I love Mötley Crüe”

“You do?” He looked you up and down, as if he was scanning you and trying to figure out what kind of person you were, “Tell me, what is a girl with good music taste like you doing in a place like this?”

You shrugged nervously, “To be honest? I have no fucking clue…” you stared at your friends who looked excited as the line was getting shorter, “Wanna keep my friendships I guess” you mumbled.

Tommy laughed loudly, “Do you want my signature or something?” He caught your attention, “At least make a good memory of tonight” he took a black marker from his pocket, fact that made you giggle.

“Do you carry a marker with you everywhere?” You asked as he arched a brow.

“You don’t?” He grinned before slowly kneeling in front of you making you notably nervous. You didn’t understand what he was willing to do but that didn’t make you step backwards.

He hummed, his warm breathing tickling your knee. “Eh!” You complained as you saw him tearing your fishnet stockings, “They were brand new” you clicked your tongue.

“Sorry ‘bout that” Tommy chuckled as he signed your knee, his free hand resting on your inner thigh, way upper than needed. “What’s ya’ name?”

“Y/N…” You gulped loudly at the sight of the drummer knelt in front of you, his hand drawing circles in your inner thigh and his eyes fixed in your knee. Without any kind of warning, he licked your leg, right over his signature. “What the fuck?!” You stepped backwards.

He laughed childishly before standing up and keeping the marker back in his pocket, “Wanna know what a real party is?” His voice dropped a full octave as he took the long forgotten cigarette from between your lips, “Hey, kitten?” He grinned before lightening your cigarette and taking a deep puff.

“Fuck yeah” you nodded, looking at your friends and waving at them wishing they were drunk enough to except that as an acceptable method to part ways.

“Come with me” he hummed, circling your shoulder with his strong arm and walking you towards the next block, “Haven’t you heard about the place with a nailed door?” He asked after ten solid minutes, chuckling at your questioning face, “The cops have come so many fucking times our guests use the window” he pointed at a flat in the second floor.

Your mouth stayed opened as you looked how at least twelve people entered through the window. The loud rock music and laughter echoed the street. “Be my guest” Tommy said, guiding you into the house.

The views before you made you laugh incredulously. You couldn’t even count how many people were there or how many broken glasses and bottles were on the floor. You couldn’t tell what the heavy smell’s origins was or what kind of smoke were you seeing but there was a thing for sure: you loved it. “Fucking amazing” you whispered.

“Yeah” he said, shaking your shoulders from behind before stepping in front of you and pointing the kitchen, “A drink?”

You nodded, pushing people away as you followed Lee. You swore for a second you had seen Vince fingering a girl on the leather sofa as he made out with a different one. “This is crazy”

“Is it?” Tommy handed you a red plastic cup, “It’s just routine” he grinned, “Sweet routine” he laughed as he drank a whole beer in a single shot.

You smelled at your beverage before taking the first sip, widening your eyes in surprise at the inviting taste, “Rum cola?” You asked.

“Bingo” he said before looking at his band mate who just entered the room, “Nikki! Where the fuck have you been?”

“Hell?” He asked, pressing and brushing his nose a couple of times. A gesture you recognised immediately from those who had been sniffing, “I dunno dude” he shrugged as he took a beer can from the fridge, his eyes stopping on you, “Pretty” he highed five with the drummer, not even asking who you were or where did you come from.

“Pretty?” You arched a brow as Nikki left the kitchen.

“I would’ve said hot instead” Tommy confessed looking up and down you once more, “But pretty works too” he chuckled.

In any other circumstance you would have felt uncomfortable at that kind of attitude and language but, in that house, you felt pleased. Coming from them, it was flattering. “Thanks” you shrugged, trying to play it cool as you finished your drink, your eyes fixed in his.

He smirked before leaning closer to you, his leg in between yours and slowly getting dangerously close to your entrance, “Should I finish my work and get rid of your stockings?” His breath brushed against your ear as you tried to keep composure.

“People will see us” Your voice sounded incredibly weak.

“Let them see” he whispered before biting your ear lobe, “How many girls do you think Vince has fucked in that sofa? Or Nikki on the dinner table?” You felt his hand raising your dress, quickly finding your black lingerie and playing with the elastic band.

“How many girls have you fucked in this kitchen?” You asked, turning around your face so you could meet his.

“I can’t even remember” he confessed, his lips brushing yours.

You grinned, before taking the marker from his pocket. You bit your lip as you wrote your name on his neck, “Don’t fucking dare forget me” you whispered.

That mere gesture had turned him on in a way you couldn’t imagine. You let the marker fall onto the ground as he finally kissed your lips in the most desperate way you could’ve ever expected. A loud moan escaped your lips as he lift you up the counter, your dress already at your waist level. “I won’t” he said before taking some air and going back to devouring your lips.

You pushed him by his nape, shortening the gap between you and circling his hips with your legs. At some point of that making out session, Mick had entered and had taken a bottle of vodka from the cabinet. He had said something along the lines “Don’t fucking mind me” and “Fucking disgusting” but you had obviously ignored him.

He did what he said and teared your stockings away before gently pressing a fingertip against your panties, “So fucking wet” he hummed.

You nodded slowly before shutting your eyes closed. “Fuck” you mumbled, resting your forehead on his shoulder as his first digit entered you.

He pressed your walls as he caressed your clit with his thumb, making you moan against his shoulder. You thanked the music was loud enough to cover your moans and groans. “Imma fuck you, okay?” He whispered against your ear, “Imma fuck you really really good” he pulled your hair and made you look directly into his eyes, “Okay?”

You licked your lips as you desperately tried to find words, “O… Kay” you gasped as he stopped fingering you rather abruptly.

“Condom…” he whispered as he untied his leather pants.

“I’m on my pill” you rushed to say, “I take it for hormonal proposes but still…” you took a deep unsteady breath, “I’m on my pill” you assured.

“Great” he affirmed, grabbing your shoulder and kissing and biting your neck, leaving a couple of marks on it.

You gasped loudly as you felt his hand get rid of your underwear and his cock entering you rather too roughly, “Fuck” you whispered with almost no air in your lungs.

“I got too excited, sorry” he said, his lips still against your neck as he started to move, “You feel so fucking good”

You moaned loudly as the pain you first felt became huge waves of pleasure, “Yeah… right there” you groaned as his hands held your hips to keep you in place, “Right fucking there” you begged as you tried to keep the angle you were positioned at.

“As you say baby girl” he whispered into your ear, his movements getting rougher and faster.

“Good job, drummer” you heard someone say from the door.

“Fuck off Vince” Tommy said as he threw him a half empty bottle of rum and making the blond chuckle before leaving the kitchen.

You felt a burning wave starting at the top of your stomach and you leaned your head backwards as you shut your eyes, “I’m… I’m really close”

Tommy smiled as he fucked you harder, a couple of fingers in your mouth making you suck them, almost chucking, “Same here” he mumbled before feeling his cock getting soaked wet with your cum, “So fucking good” he said before realising himself with a deep growl.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes as you tried to compass your breathings. Tommy licked his top lip as he put his pants back on, “My room in five” he murmured before taking the nth beer of the night, “This is not over yet, baby girl”

[toobz-drawz]

❤️❤️❤️ morning cuddles and kisses with the dirt Mick Mars x reader please!! <3<3

Can’t Take My Eyes off You

Mick Mars (The Dirt) x Reader

Warnings: fluff, kisses, and cuddling.

Summary: It’s early in the morning when Mick wakes up to see you sleeping beside him still.

Characters: 1,570

Mick was always the first one to get up, but once he saw you still laying against his body, arm wrapped around his torso, face stuffed into his side, sleeping soundly, he wouldn’t budge he wouldn’t get up until you did, because he just loved seeing you in your own world dreaming about something while the morning sun shined through the blinds and rested against your sleepy figure. He didn’t want to admit he couldn’t get up with you on him, but he mainly kept that to himself. 

When you did wake from your slumber, you’d take a moment to rub your tired eyes, blink a few times, before moving your face closer to the man you called yours and laying a small soft kiss against his cheek. “Morning sleepy head.” Bringing his hand up and ruffling your hair, as you groaned, swatting his hand away from your unkept hair. “How long have you been awake for, handsome?“ you sat up, resting your hand on his forehead, and moving the lose strands of hair from his face. “Why do you wanna know so badly, all that matters is that you’re awake now and I can see your pretty face.” He looked up at you, bringing his hand up to your head, sliding his fingers into your hair, before pulling your head down. You smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips, something that he had been waiting for all morning.  

You two had shared many more kisses and hugs, although you had to put a pause to the two of yours little moment so you could get out of bed and start the coffee grinder to make the two of you coffee. 

It was the little things that you two shared that made everything worth the while.