#motley crue fics

[rottindecay]

im going to go INSANE.

can all these Motley Crue fics NOT have some sort of daddy kink for ONCE?? GOD!!!!

lifes hard out here.

at this point i might just have to make some Motley fics myself.. maybe..

if Motley if your thing first of all, we NEED to be moosts!!!! and second of all, please send ideas in. i wanna write for my husbands but i have no idea what to do.

I can write for Tommy and Nikki but idk about Vince and Mick.... we'll see...

[unknownperson246]

Can you write a nikki sixx smut based off this picture? Maybe a size kink idk but I love you and your work🩵

aww thank you and I love you 🩵🩵

Backstage Groupie

words: 640

warnings: *smut* *size kink kinda* *p in v* *he treats you like a groupie*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

You were sitting in the first row of a Motley Crue concert. You were very close to the stage where you could reach the band members. Someone grabbed at Vince's leg and he got angry. Vince threw his bottle of Jack at the man who grabbed his leg. Nikki put his bass down and made a quick announcement that security was going to kick people out if they tried to grab at them. Nikki quickly saw you. He smiled because he thought you were cute. He reaches out and you can't believe he asked you to reach your fingers out. You put your fingers out and he licks them. He winks at you and tells you to meet him backstage. After the concert, the security approached you. You were scared, forgetting that Nikki invited you backstage.

“What did I do?” You ask security as they were guiding you to the backstage area.

“Is it because Nikki licked my hand? I didn't do anything he reached over to me” You explain because you're panicked. 

The security doesn't talk and continues taking you backstage to his dressing room. You're finally backstage and you see Nikki and a couch. You're scared but excited because you're a huge fan of Motley Crue. You still couldn't believe he licked your fingers earlier. 

“Hi! Your Nikki Sixx!” 

“Yeah, I am” He smirks.

He points at his lap and the security throws you on his lap.

“Oh, my fucking-” You're startled by how the security put you on his lap.

“This isn't real” You keep muttering under your breath. Your eyes are closed like you're underwater. You're taking deep breaths. 

“This is so real,” Nikki laughs.

“You're so tiny closer up” He chuckles.

“Yeah, and you're big from close up,” You say in response, finally believing that you're in Nikki Sixx’s lap. 

He lays you down on the long couch taking his pants off. You start to blush.

“You don't even know me well Nikki. We just met.”  You say blushing.

“Well, I know you enough from our interaction today. You're quite readable babe” He smirks.

His cock springs out of his pants and he slides your skirt off. Your hand goes over his face. It had a mixture of sweat and makeup falling off. You take a wipe from the table next to you and you start to wipe his face gently. 

“Your makeup is amazing. Who does it for you?” You ask while he grabs his cock with his hand and puts it at your entrance.

“I do it myself” He smirks. 

You can feel his cock against your core. He slips it in and out. His hips keep colliding with yours. 

“Fuck Nikki” You moan while your nails are sinking deep into the couch.

“Nikki” You sob over and over again.

“Shh baby I’m almost there,” He says as he takes his last thrusts before he comes.

You feel your orgasm coming on when your pussy tightens around his cock. 

Your whole world is shaking right now. You are fascinated that the bassist of Motley Crue wants to fuck you. You knew he was treating you like a groupie and you guys weren't going to sleep together again. 

“Im going to come” You shriek.

“Good girl come for me,” He says as he goes faster and his hand goes through your hair.

You finally spill your juice on Nikki's cock. 

“That was good” He smirks at you.

He points his finger at the dressing room. 

“That is where we are going to go soon. Outside of this room” He smiles at you.

After you both fuck he holds your hand and gets you out of his dressing room that was backstage. 

“Hey babe come back anytime. I enjoyed your company” He winks at you and smiles.

You walk off and go home feeling starstruck. 

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[samiwife]

Lipstick Stains ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

A/N: Hey! Hope everyone is doing okay! This is a fluff oneshot of Nikki Sixx of Mötley Crüe! He's such a cutie. Hope you guys enjoy it! <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

You have always worn makeup. You felt more confident with it. You would always go to the makeup store with Nikki. Nikki would try his best not to complain. You loved it when Nikki was slightly embarrassed when he went into overly girly stores with you. He would blush uncontrollably and try to look away at things like lingerie and lipsticks. One day, one of your favorite makeup lines released a new lipstick color and you wanted to get it. But, you didn't want to go alone. So you asked your boyfriend Nikki. You walked into the office where he was working on his bass guitar. He was sitting on his sofa. You walked in and sat in his lap.

"Nikki, can you do me a favor?" You sweetly asked so he could say yes. Nikki is always a sucker for you being all flirty and cute. It was his weakness. "What is it, babe?" Nikki asked back while kissing your neck. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "There's a new release for my favorite lipstick brand, I was wondering if you want to come with me to pick it up." You asked with your arms wrapped around his neck. Nikki rolled his eyes jokingly and sighed. "Baby, you know I get all embarrassed when you drag me along to every girly store you go to," Nikki said with a pout. You frowned and looked down. Nikki sighed. "Okay fine, I'll go with you but we have to get food at the mall because I'm hungry," Nikki said while standing up wrapping his arms around your waist, and hugging you. You cheer in happiness because you loved it when you took Nikki out anywhere. You two got ready and drove to the mall. While in the car, you two listened to Keith Richards and Black Sabbath.

"So what color are you going to get anyway?" Nikki asked you while still keeping his eyes on the road. "I was thinking of just looking like I always do. Maybe I'll test some colors too," you answered. Nikki rolled his eyes jokingly because he knew you would spend hours in makeup stores trying to find the right color that you might buy. "C'mon don't be like that, I'll pay for lunch," you said to Nikki. He smiled. "You better," Nikki said while parking while parking the car. You laughed and the two of you walked into the mall.

After a few minutes of walking, You finally found the makeup store you were looking for. You walked in with Nikki. The greeter stared at the both of you. Nikki looked a little intimidating. He had black messy hair and wore lots of leather. So people often stare at the two of you. You quickly walked to the lipstick section where the different colors were displayed, You tried on the first color you saw which was a pinkish purple color. Nikki was just standing there minding his own business in his own thoughts. "Hey Nikki, how does this look?" you asked while turning to him. He looks over.

"Baby, you look good in any color," Nikki said while smiling. You frowned at his answer, you wanted a realistic answer. Then an idea popped into your head. You leaned over to Nikki's face and kissed his cheek. You pulled away and saw a big pinkish-purple kiss stain. You laughed at the color and the fact it's going to stain. Nikki looked at it in the mirror. He blushed and smiled. "I love this color, it looks great on me!" Nikki said. You used one of the makeup wipes on the counter and moved on to the next color. This time the color was a reddish pink. It was a completely different color from the previous color you tried on. You tried it on and kissed Nikki on his other cheek.

Again, it left a stain. You saw Nikki was enjoying this. He was being kissed by his girlfriend and getting lunch afterward. It was his lucky day. This would happen a few more times. It was just you wiping off the color of the previous lipstick, trying on a new one, and then kissing Nikki's face to test it out a different. You did it multiple times and now Nikki's face was covered in kiss marks from you. You laughed at the end product. Nikki never took any makeup wipes to clean it. In fact, he liked the fact that he had a bunch of kisses on his face. "Do you want a makeup wipe to clean it?" you asked while handing him a makeup wipe. Nikki laughed and shook his head. "No, I love this new look. Makes people know I'm yours." Nikki said while smiling and holding your hand. You blushed and wiped the remaining lipstick off your lips.

"Okay, I finally made my decision on what color I'm going to get." You said while holding a stick of glittery pink lipstick. Nikki looked at it and smiled. "That's a pretty color on you, but to be fair every color looks great on you," Nikki said while the two of you walked to the front of the makeup store. At the front of the store, the lady rings you up. The lady looks up and chuckles at the sight of Nikki's face. Nikki still had all the lipstick stains on his face. "Find everything okay?" the lady asks while trying to hold in her laughter. "Yeah everything was just fine," You said. Then you pulled out your purse and were about to pay for the lipstick when you felt a hand grab yours. It was Nikki. "No baby, I'll pay this time," he said while holding up his wallet. You roll your eyes and put down your purse. "No Nikki, you paid last time. I should really pay this time too." You said trying not to make a scene. "C'mon baby, please you're paying for lunch so it seems fair," Nikki said still holding up his wallet.

"Ugh fine, you can pay this once," you said while zipping up your purse. Nikki pays and the lady hands Nikki the lipstick. Nikki then hands the lipstick to you. You two walked out of the store and walked down to the food court where the two of you had lunch. This time you paid for lunch. At lunch, you ate a small bowl of pasta and Nikki had a burger and fries. During lunch, lots of people stared at you. Maybe it was because of the way Nikki dressed or the fact that he had a bunch of lipstick stains. Nevertheless, it was a good lunch. After lunch, you and Nikki walked to the car. While in the car, you tried out the new lipstick you bought. You looked at yourself in the car mirror. Before Nikki drove the car, you leaned over to him and kissed him one last time on his cheek. A pink glittery kiss mark remained. You smiled and looked at Nikki. Nikki smiled and kissed you on the lips.

"Okay, let's go home. I'm kinda getting tired," you said while looking at Nikki. Nikki smiled and turned the keys in the ignition. "Alright, then we can go home baby," Nikki said as he held out his hand for you to hold. You grabbed his hand and for the rest of the ride home, you two listened to your favorite songs.

[ghostinavenue]

FEARLESS

Summary: You sneak out of your house to go to a party and meet up with Tommy.

Pairings: TommyLee x Fem!Reader

In my head Tommy is the sweetest rockstar on earth, hence this fic. !!

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It was a stormy friday night. You were in your room sitting by the window, watching how lightings illuminated the sky before crashing down into a thunder. The tight golden dress you had found in your wardrobe a few minutes ago was still on you while you waited for the storm to cease in order to go out, but that was not happening any time soon.

You had met this guy Tommy a few days ago. He had seen you walking out of college and approached you. “There’s a party at my friend’s house on friday, Vince, you should come over,” He had said, handing you a piece of paper with an address written on it. “Also, my band’s playing, Mötley Crüe, we’re killing it.” He winked at you before walking away with that gorgeous silly smile on his face.

You wanted to go to this party so bad, but your parents would not let you go out if it was raining like that, so you decided to sneak out. Your bedroom was on a second floor so you opened the window and carefully threw some pillows on the ground before jumping out, which made the fall a lot softer. Rain was instantly pouring down on you, and according to the paper Tommy had given you, his friend’s house was a few blocks away, so you decided to run.

After a few minutes of consistently running and stopping to catch your breath every once in a while, you made it to the house. You could hear loud music coming from inside so you peeped through the window. There they were, the famous “Mötley Crüe”. Tommy was playing the drums, his messy black hair was all over his face, and he was wearing a bit of makeup, which made you giggle. You didn’t know the other guys, but you surely did spot the older man playing the guitar, which made you frown, imagining it was maybe this guy Vince’s relative.

Suddenly the music stopped, they were done playing, and Tommy looked up in your direction, staring directly at you. He squinted his eyes as to trying to figure out who you were. You chuckled and waved at him, and this seemed to be enough for him to recognize you because he jumped up from his drum set and made his way to you.

“Y/N!” He closed the door behind him, now you were both standing there in the rain. “Have you seen me play?” He asked, that same cute silly smile forming up on his face. You were about to answer when the music started playing again, this time without the drums. Tommy didn’t seem to care about that, because he stayed with you.

You leaned closer to his ear, tiptoeing because he was much more taller. “You’re great,” You said quite loudly in his ear, pulling back afterwards to give him a smile. Now he moved closer to your ear and said, “You look gorgeous, may I have this dance?”. As he offered his hand to you, you couldn’t help but laugh as he was clearly a little drunk, but you took his hand and you walked him to the driveway.

At this point, you were both soaking wet, your dress was almost glued to your body, and Tommy’s leather pants were glistening under the raindrops, but you didn’t care, because both of you started to goofily dance to the rhythm of the music that came from inside the house. You jumped around and laughed, and the drummer did just the same, mimicking you, which made it all even funnier. You were having a great time.

The rain was starting to stop, and you were running out of breath, so you grabbed the black haired man’s arm and pulled him down to the ground with you, lying down there, facing up to the sky. Neither of you were talking, but Tommy’s hand quietly reached yours, quickly interlocking fingers.

“Is this your first time dancing in the rain with a girl you have just met?” You asked turning your head to the side, looking directly at him. He smiled before replying, “Yeah, I would probably do it again, only with you.” You bit your lip at his response, feeling a bundle of butterflies suddenly flying in your stomach; and without thinking it any further, you placed your hands on Tommy’s cheeks and kissed him, there, on the floor.

The drummer stayed still for a moment before placing one of his hands on your waist and gently pushing himself above you, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and his tongue explored your mouth tenderly, he knew what he was doing and you were enjoying it. Black strands of hair were tickling your face so you had to pull away from him a few times, giggling, which made him chuckle with you before giving quick pecks to your face and neck.

“I have to go back inside, Nikki’s gonna kill me” He interrupted, standing up and offering you his hand to help you get up as well. “Will you stay and see me play?”. You wanted to stay with him, now and probably for the rest of your life, but you knew you had to be back home. It was getting too late.

“I have to leave now,” You said, your hands resting on his shoulders, “But I promise I will come and see you playing the next time your band is performing”. Tommy seemed disappointed, but he agreed and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead before walking back inside the house, and you could hear all the boys calling him out for disappearing; but you felt as if you had just lived the start to your own fairytale.

[vincess-princess]

we, the psychos: masterpost

this fic is growing so fast it warrants its own masterpost now

Fandom: Motley Crue, Guns n’ Roses (secondary), Kiss (secondary), the list may be updated

Summary:

The Feelgood Asylum, home to the sickest and the maddest, welcomes a new resident. That’s Tommy Lee, once a heir to a noble family, and now disowned and sent away for seeing what no one else sees and laughing when no one else laughs. At first horrified by the living conditions and the labor that patients have to perform, he then quickly finds new friends… and enemies.

Nikki Sixx, Frank Feranna for others, constantly loses battles with his own demons. And it’s not helping that the worst patient in the asylum, sex-addicted maniac Vince Wharton is sparing him too much - and at the same time not nearly enough - of his attention. And the new patient disturbs their already turbulent relationship even more.

And Mick Mars, who keeps quiet during the day and screams at night, never wanted any of this.

Warnings: mental illness (duh) and everything that it entails, self-harm, sexual assault, unethical medical treatment, period-accurate homophobia. The list may be updated

This fic was inspired by this post by amazing @smokeandmirrorz

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

AO3

Last updated 21.05.2024

[skinomyteethh]

Nikki Sixx x reader fanfic? Can be anything :)

mistakes

pairing: nikki sixx x fem! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Series Masterlist

This list only includes Series with multiple bands (i.e. Safe Words involves Metallica, Dave and guns (soon to be Motley Crue)), I will be continuously adding to this list (If I can remember) as I keep writing

Masterlist

Using Safe Words:

Metallica (pt.1 + pt.2)

Dave Mustaine

Axl Rose + Slash

Slash

Kirk Hammett

Mile High Club:

James Hetfield

Duff + Izzy (pt.1 + pt.2)

Axl + Slash

Slash + Steven

No Nut November:

Guns N' Roses

Metallica + Jason

Dave Mustaine

[marvelobsessed134]

Noticed you're taking requests for dark!nikki sixx. How about him getting all jealous and posessive (maybe he noticed some guy looking at reader or something, or her being too friendly with someone) and reminding her who she belongs too?

current or 80s nikki, whatever you prefer

Who do you belong to?

A/n: oh yeah! I love these tropes so much ft. A cameo from Eric Brittingham bc yes

Pairings: Dark!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, possessiveness, knife play, blood, punishment (spanking with a belt), daddy kink, Nikki’s kind of mean in this lol, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any.

“Hey baby.” A man said from behind you. You turned to see non other than Eric Brittingham from Cinderella.

“Oh, hi.” You smiled, just trying to be polite. You knew what his intentions were, obviously and your boyfriend did too. Because right before Eric could get another word in, he was pushed against the bar roughly, Nikki staring down at him with fire in his eyes it seemed.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The bassist snarled at the other bassist.

“Hey man, I didn’t know she was yours.” The blonde tried to reason with the raven haired man.

“You’re a lucky bastard cause if you had gone any further you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk.” Nikki threatened him before letting go and gripping your wrist tightly, dragging you out of the night club.

“Babe-“ you tried to speak but he cut you off. “Shut up.”

The two of you got in the car and Nikki drove off. You could hear his tires squeaking against the road.

Once the two of you got home he dragged you upstairs to your shared bedroom and said, “Strip.”

You did as you were told, stripping all the way down including your underwear. You stood before him, bare as he was fully clothed. Your nipples were hard from the cool air.

“Tsk, tsk. Such a bad girl going around letting other men flirt with you. Especially in front of daddy.” He said, slowly walking towards you unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes widened, you knew what was coming.

Once he slid the belt off and folded it in a loop he said, “face down, ass up.” A simple command that had you scrambling to obey him.

Then, a sharp sting hit your bare ass. You whimpered. “Count.” Nikki said, and hit your ass again. “One.” You counted. Another slap, “two.” Tears were springing in your eyes, “three”

“Four”

“Five”

“Six”

“Seven”

“Eight”

“Nine”

“Ten” you sighed in relief when he stopped and smoothed his hand over your red cheeks before dropping his pants and lining his cock up to your pussy before roughly pushing in. You cried out in both pain and pleasure as he started pounding into you. Clutching the sheets, you cried and moaned, “Daddy! F-feels good!”

“Oh yeah? You think I can fuck you better than that blonde fucker?” He responded.

“Yes! Oh yes you fuck me better!”

Nikki slowed down a bit and then reached over to the nightstand and pulled out his pocket knife. Your breath hitched.

“This ok, bunny?” He asked. He knew that you knew what he had in his hand.

“Yes.” Because you were interested to where he was going with this. And also because even if you said no he’d do it anyways.

You felt him slowly carve into your skin, not too deep but enough to make you bleed a little. You hissed at the pain while your pussy was dripping. You felt him carve a ‘N’ onto your left ass cheek and then an ‘S’ on your right one. Fuck that’s hot, carving his initials into your skin. Now you’re his forever it seemed.

Nikki lightly traced them with his finger. “So beautiful. And now you really belong to daddy.” He said before pushing back into your tight hole and fucking you into oblivion.

“Mmm Nikki!” You moaned.

“I’m close, baby.” The bassist warned before pulling out of you and cumming on your ass over his newly carved initials. He then took his finger and scooped some up before feeding it to you.

“Good girl.” He praised.

[thesmokingguns]

Daddy's Final Girl

Minors DNI 18+

Nikki sat against the sofa, a blanket thrown over his legs as Peach laid against him, her head under his chin as she snuggled up against him, watching the scary movie that he had picked out for them. 

He shifted with her as they moved to lay down, his hand coming around her body, fingers softly caressing her jaw as his thumb rubbed her lips. They parted for him as his thumb slipped between. Sinking into the wet heat of her mouth as she comfort sucked at his thumb, wiggling back against him. 

The way his cock jerked awake, all the blood that was needed for his brain traveling south as she whimpered at a scary part. 

He swallowed, making a soothing sound to ease some of her worry. His thigh tossed over her legs, pulling thumb back and open a bit so his free hand could slide down to where her lace trimmed panties were. 

So wet already. 

This fingers teased outside of the fabric, gently coaxing her clit as she shimmed and suckled harder against his thumb. 

“Shhe, Peach. Be a good girl for daddy so we can finish the movie.” She whined but didn’t protest as she stilled. 

Nikki rewarded her, pushing the fabric of her panties to the side as his fingers stroked up and down her slit. Coating the digits with her slickness as she used those pretty lips to suck at his thumb harder.

His eyes weren’t even on the movie anymore, just focused on the sweet girl in his arms as he watched her mouth fall open as two of his fingers slide into her sweet pussy. He used this opportunity to replace his thumb with his middle finger and pointed, shoving them until they hit the back of her throat. 

The gag sound Peach made had him groaning, leaning to breath her in as he nipped at her ear in an affectionate coax. 

“That’s it, Peach. You’re taking me like such a good girl. So fucking wet. All for daddy. I need to add another finger. Get your pretty little pussy all ready for my cock. You want my cock, don’t you princess?” She whined around his fingers that were fucking her mouth in time with the fingers in her pussy. Her head bobbing as much as it could to acknowledge that yes. She did want that. 

Nikki kissed her earlobe pulling his fingers from her pussy before stretching her around three of the digits. The sound she made was akin to the scream of the final girl on their TV scream. It was sexy as hell. 

He nuzz;ed her neck, licking and sucking the skin as he stretched her, rocking against her as she drooled over his fingers. So close to being ready for him. 

“Don’t you cum yet, Peach. Don’t come until I’m buried inside of you. I need you to come around my cock. Squeezing me so I know you love me.” She made such a sound of desperation. All wet and desperate, muffled by his fingers. 

She was so close. 

The way her pussy was fluttering, ready to show him that she was ready to take him had him groaning with need for his girl. 

HIs fingers left her mouth, unzipping his pants and guiding his cock to where his fingers were working, 

“Please.” She was begging for his cock and it was the prettiest sound NIkki could imagine. 

He wasn’t gently as he slipped his fingers free, notching he head against her gaping entrance and pushing himself in. Peach’s scream of please was cut off by the slippery tang of her taste hitting her tongue. NIkki’s fingers once more in her mouth. 

“Suck,” He commanded, “Taste what a good fucking girl you are for me. Clean me up as you get my dick all sticky with that soaking pussy of yours. SHow me how good you can be for me, Peach and I’ll bath your sweet little cunt with my seed. Get you nice and full before bed.” He promised. 

The dirty talking making her eyes roll back. Mind blank as she just sucked at his fingers, watching as she tried to push back for more. Needing more of him as she whined again. 

The horror villain held his knife to the girls throat. Head tilting behind his mask as he pressed the knife into her neck, blood dripping down the valley between her breasts as she bagged him to spare her. 

Just like Peach wanted to beg to come. 

Muffled sounds came out and he knew. Knew what she was asking for him. 

“DO IT! Come all over me, Peach. Soak daddy with your sweet pussy.” She moaned around his fingers, body shaking as she came around him. Whimpering helplessly as he pounded into her as he chased his own please. “FUCK.” Nikki swore as she slurped around his fingers. 

She was being so good for him. Such a good girl. 

He slipped his wet fingers from her mouth, hooking the wet digits around her throat to pull her back against him as he drove up inside of her. The sounds of screams and skin slapping skin filling the theater room they were in. 

Peach reached behind her, fingers tangling with his hair as she pulled his lips to hers, letting their tongues taste each other as he emptied himself inside of her. 

The movie forgotten and just the show of love entertaining them now.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!! disclaimer before we start this girliez !!

it's gonna be a multi-part fic

it's based on the movie (i read about the band's and nikki's life, but it'd be complicated)

fem!reader will be half russian and half of another nation (you can insert yours here)

it's gonna have some TW parts as cussing, drugs, sex, miscarriage, depression so please read with caution!!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.

word count: 2.308k trigger warning: cursing, pole dance, smoking

1981, hollywood, sunset boulevard

♡ 𝐘/𝐍 ♡

the fake lashes tickled her eyes as one of her colleagues helped her to ruffle up her hair, well, if you can name the other girls who pole dances with you in a night club 'colleagues'.

"i fucking hate this shit" she muttered, putting lipstick on her lips. jessica, the girl who helped her shrugged her shoulders.

"when you're done with that, you can go off with a guy. old men pays way much more then the broke, skinny rock and roll wannabe-ones."

"it's a good idea jess, but i want to use my young years, and maybe get a normal relationship." y/n knew that this decade had its own fuckboys, just like the teddy-boys in the 60s with long coats and hair with much gale, and the hippies in the 70s with those fucking irritating and bad-looking flares and too much color, and now... they had log hair, black clothes and bulked up with studs, now just on their clothes, but on their face, too. sometimes it was fucking disgusting, even worse than punks, but other times, it was pleasant dig into a boy's long hair while he ate her out.

"your choice, baby. two minutes and simon will come in, so prepare yourself." simon was the guy who talked with them; when to go to the stage and when their shift ended, handing out the girls' 'salaries' to them, always in cash, of course. dancing here wasn't her first option; y/n wanted to go to somewhere, where an audience could tell that she had a good voice, or just tell her to fuck off, getting into dancing and singing, acting universities were difficult and expensive to get in. but since she had to pay the bills in the house she shared with two other girls, collecting money wasn't that easy.

in two hours, she was dancing in the big area on the counter, letting men tuck money into her panties and throw it in the front of her legs. shaking and crawling her body to the music, she almost completely shut the world out from her own world. at least she could dance, and she liked dancing, as soon as...

a bolting light shone through the bar. it was impossible to miss that is was a camera light. what the fuck, she turned and saw a couple of guys standing there, making pictures in front of where she was dancing.

"the guys will be so jealous when they're gonna see this! okay, brad, could you-"

"what the fuck do you think are you doing?" y/n stopped dancing, getting their attention.

"just making some pictures, don't worry, babe."

"don't fucking babe me! you can't take pictures here, do you understand?" she hollered, climbing down from the counter.

"could you take a picture about us with your friend in the back? or could you call down her?"

y/n snatched the camera from them.

"if you don't fuck off, i'm gonna trash this piece of shit."

"i'd listen to the girl." two other guy stepped in, they had long hair just like the rockers they probably listened to. one of them, the curlier and brown one carried a drumstick with himself, tucked into his belt.

"sorry, but what the fuck are you?" fuckface brad's one friend asked him.

"just a guy who walks in here from time to time and doesn't break the rules."

"i don't fucking care, could you please go away? we have to take some pictures, give me back that shit!"

"this?" y/n asked, looking at the camera, then, with her heart stomping in her chest, she trashed it down to the ground, breaking it into thousands of pieces. the fuckfaces got shocked.

"are you fucking mad?!"

"you deserved it anyway", the drumstick-boy's friend said, but the next moment, y/n got a punch into her face, crashing into the counter where people stood before it. looking up, she felt something warm running down to her lips, but instead of crying being hurt, she grabbed the nearest bottle she could find, breaking it, she successfully scratched the boy's arm.

"fuck you!" she screamed, aggressively waving the bottle in front of her. "fuck off, right now, motherfuckers!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" simon got in the picture. y/n looked around; some of the guests and jessica stared at them, the rocker boys stopped punching the other two guy as she fretted the third of them with a broken bottle. "if you do it again, you are gonna get fired!"

the girl looked at him, laughing, grabbing as much as money she could.

"yeah? then you won't gonna get the chance to fire me, because i quit! fuck you, simon, and fuck everybody in this craphole! i'm done!" screaming, she walked back to collect her things. not saying a word to anyone, carrying her clothes and her wallet, she walked beside simon, pushing his shoulder with hers as he tried to talk with her. but now, she was mad and unstoppable.

"you can never go back here if you quit now!" simon yelled to her as she stood at the door, now everybody staring at them.

"you know what simon?" she asked, licking her lips. iron from blood. with money in one hand, she dropped her things for a second and showed up both of her middle fingers.

turning around, she left the place that was her second place to go, but not her second home. out the door, she saw that people were staring into the bar, probably they heard the fight.

"hey dude! give me a fucking cigarette." getting one, they lit it to her.

"do you know what happened? we heard yelling and screaming." a woman asked, y/n nodded, blowing out the smoke.

"yeah, it was me. and don't come here, because the motherfuckers replace half of the whiskey with water." then walking away, she sat down on the side of the road, smoking the stick between her lips as she put on her skirts, top and her jacket. she couldn't think about what's gonna be with her. there was always a place for a crawling, dancing girl who could dress up as a slut.

"hey, are you okay?"

turning around, it was the same two guy who tried to defend her. she couldn't blame them, she blamed the brad-kinda assholes. holding the cig with her hand now, she bit her lip.

"except that the fact that now i'm jobless, that my face hurts and got rearranged, i'm pretty good, thanks." they sat down beside her.

"we're sorry for what happened. but we beat them up."

"you were cool, too! with that broken bottle. i'm tommy, by the way, and he's nikki."

"i can talk myself too, tom."

"i'm y/n. and that's my job... well, was."

"sorry that we couldn't stop it." nikki looked at her. he had pretty, green eyes, not the ones she could see everyday.

"don't worry, it was just a matter of time. otherwise, if i have to handle those three, maybe i'd be in jail now. and i hate this shit", she added, tearing down the fake lashes.

"would you actually stab them?" tommy asked.

"of course. if they break the rules, i break them head." at that, the two of them looked each other. "what? you don't meet girls everyday who smash others for being a motherfucker?"

"no, most of my girlfriends cry and scream, or throw something at me." tommy shrugged his shoulders. "i'm gonna borrow some cigs, do y'all want some?"

"yes, please." y/n said, and nikki nodded, also. now, it was just the two of them. she turned to the guy.

"and you? any troubled girl?" he shook his head.

"not one yet. but an upcoming band, and it's gonna be fire."

"upcoming band? you drive in bands?"

"yeah. but the last one was shit, it was called london."

"bands with names of towns never work, didn't anybody tell you that before?" nikki laughed at her question. "well, now you know. and any plans about the new one?"

"it's gonna be... the best band you've ever seen. but i still need some members in it, now i only have tommy. so tell me, can you sing?"

it this the hand of fate? y/n was far too much played to believe in some guy's promises and questions.

"well, nobody wanted to beat me when i was carousing in my rent." laughing at this, nikki turned to her.

"maybe if you can really sing, i'll count a frontwoman into my band."

"frontwoman? don't joke with me." y/n shook her head at his words.

"why would i joke? why do you think it's a joke?"

"because i got fucked up by some people before, and i don't believe to empty promises. see, i'll go there, and if the band is cool, then i'm in."

tommy came back, handing the cigarettes to them, showing up a bottle alcohol.

"guys, i found this on the ground, it's only half empty!" he said, making y/n grimace.

"watch out, maybe it's piss. happens a lot of time." the two guy laughed again.

"were did you learn these comments?" tommy asked. y/n shrugged her shoulders, letting nikki light her cigarette.

"anywhere. i spent my childhood with people i learned a lot from."

"were you in orphanage?" nikki asked, and she nodded. another piece of ash falling to the ground.

"kinda. i grew up in sacramento, and getting out from it, i came here."

"that's fine. i sent my mother into jail, but she was an asshole anyway." nikki added, making y/n pull up her eyebrows, nodding approvingly.

"hard."

"do you wanna go to party? tommy?" the guy asked, tommy shook his head.

"sorry, but i gotta be home. i think that girl broke up with me, but anyway, it was nice to meet you, y/n."

"see you again, toms."

"how so?"

"your friend just invited me to sing in his upcoming band, the one that never anybody has seen before." she teased nikki.

"wow, that's cool! i thought we're gonna have a guy, but that's okay."

"can't i be as good as a guy?" she asked back, making tommy look at nikki. "whatever, it's only a trial."

as tommy got away, y/n finished her second cigarette. "it was a pleasure to meet you, nikki, but i gotta search for a new place to work."

"really?"

"why? until 4am, they're open. it's not a big deal."

"come and party with me instead of it. or just sit down and talk, hm?" the girl smiled at this, rolling her eyes.

"are you trying to fuck me? other guys just pay me the drinks and help me to get to the bathroom."

"no, i just wanna get to know more about you. you're probably not pure american, judging by your accent." nikki answered, helping her stand up. y/n looked at him.

"it's true that i'm a half-blood. half russian, half (y/na). every cop asks for my id, everybody thinks that i'm a fucking illegal immigrant, but i'm just as an american citizen as this fucking ford!" she said, pointing at the car beside them.

"fuck the police anyway. and... you said that you were a foster kid, how so?"

"i don't want to talk about it. besides, not everybody's choice to get their parents int jail."

the truth was that her mother was truly an illegal immigrant, and in the short half and a year she was in the states, she got pregnant with her from a fellow guy she met with. when y/n was born, her mother had a beautiful, lovely six months with her baby, but then, one day the police knocked on her door. having no father and living in a mother's home, it was an instant way to get into orphanage.

"i'm sorry about that. do you want to forget these things with some booze?" nikki asked as they turned down on the road.

"do you have an actual place to live?" she asked him.

"do you have a place to stay?" nikki asked back.

"hell yeah, just because i'm stated as a slut by the society, i'm not a homeless one!" y/n spread her arms beside them, almost slapping a guy. they both laughed at that. "lead me to your place."

"right away, princess." he replied, setting his arm around her shoulder. "can i?" nikki looked at her, y/n looked up to her from her real eyelashes.

"what?"

"people can think that we're going up to me to fuck." y/n laughed, shrugging her free shoulder.

"and do i look like i give a fuck about what they think?"

♡ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ♡

y/n could be only one girl from all those who he met through the years, but she wasn't. he was unsure about that he really should invite her to the band, because if they really would get famous, everybody would bully her do death. and maybe she wouldn't get it on herself, but he would blow up from all the shit she'd get. looking at her, he only knew her a couple hours ago, but the way she protected herself from the creeps in the bar in underwear, the way she talked, she could be a pure ghetto chick, but she was more than that. it was like... she born into the wrong place, wanting to be more than she was now.

"is something bad? or are you just thinking?" she asked him.

"what? no, i just hope that i locked the windows before i started the night."

"i fancy the simple fact that you are a guy who is capable of thinking."

he wasn't a fan of fast and strong emotions, but if she doesn't stop replying sarcastically, he's gonna marry her.

it was just a matter of time...

...and tons of drugs, music and trouble.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

a/n: i gotta get into writing since i just got back, but i hope you still like it. if you want to get on the taglist, dm, comment or write here

take care and stay safe girliez

[vikkisixxpixx]

Originally wrote this as a scenario for my Motley Crue DR (shifter rep), decided to post it since there's a severe lack of this kink in bandfic

To clarify, I am a cardiophile. UrbanDictionary describes cardiophilia as "the act of being obsessed with the heart," though personally, I prefer the term "fascinated." Depending on the person, it can be sexual or nonsexual (it's both for me), however, since this is a smut, this will be focused on the sexual aspect. Now, as the song says, on with the show.

Dr. Feelgood

(Source)

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Suki Taylor (my DR self), is in first person from the perspective of Suki Word Count: 1,236 Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ content), cardiophilia/heartbeat kink, medfet, fingering f!receiving, piv sex (protection not mentioned because I forgot, could go either way in your imagination), multiple orgasms (on the part of Suki), explicit language, mentions of alcohol (in passing), nicknames, a very corny joke mid-tango, lmk if I missed anything. Don't like? Don't read. Extra Notes: we needed more of this kink anyway. also Quiet Riot's Cum On Feel The Noize came on shuffle when I wrote the second orgasm and I still find it hilarious Based on: Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue (in name), the horny thoughts I got after viewing the attached photo No beta, we die like real men

Nikki sighs as he sits next to me on the tour bus. Tommy’s at a payphone calling Heather, while Mick and Vince are having a few drinks on the bus.

“If I don’t have one night away from Tommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ scream,” Nikki breaks the silence. “He’s about to drive me batshit crazy!”

I stifle a giggle. “Do you wanna get a hotel for tonight?” I ask. “You have another show here tomorrow.”

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “That is an amazing idea.”

It’s about an hour later that the two of us are checked into a room at some chain hotel; not sleazy, but definitely not the Ritz.

“It’ll look like shit after we’re done anyway,” Nikki says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I snicker, rolling my suitcase to the corner of the room. “I wish the show wasn’t so soon. Then we could…”

He stalks over to me before lightly brushing his fingertips down my arm. “I don’t have to go.”

I laugh slightly. “You’re in one of the most popular bands in the world. You’re not missing a show!”

He plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Maybe later I can do something special for you.”

I smirk. “I’d love nothing more.” I give him a quick kiss before saying, “Now, you need to go.”

He kisses me again before walking out the door.

The show, like usual, is very loud and very successful. But, for the first time I’ve ever seen, Nikki is ecstatic to get off stage.

As we’re walking out to the car the venue lent us, he throws an arm around me. “Ya know, babe, I think that was my best performance yet.”

“What makes you say that, honey?”

“Because I played the best I could so I could go back to the hotel as fast as I can.”

I laugh at his comment as the two of us get in the car.

The drive to the hotel is largely quiet, though the sexual tension is palpable.

“I’ve got a surprise in my suitcase,” Nikki speaks in a singsong voice as we enter our room.

“You do, do you?” I ask with my eyebrow quirked.

“Mhmm. Go in the bathroom and don’t come out ‘til I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a smirk. He chuckles and smacks my ass as I walk away.

It’s a silent moment later that I hear, “The doctor will see you now, Miss Taylor.”

“Dr. Feelgood?”

I walk into the room to find Nikki wearing a white coat—and only a white coat—with a stethoscope around his neck.

“Yeah, I heard you’ve been under the weather, Miss Taylor,” he says with a devious smirk.

I giggle. “Yes, Doctor, I’ve been feeling very, very sick.” I fall onto the bed dramatically with a hand on my chest.

“What seems to be the trouble, Miss Taylor?”

“My heart just feels all sorts of funny, Doctor.” I blush when I realize what I’ve said.

Without wasting a second, Nikki walks over. “Hmm, sounds like I should check that out.” In one swift move, the stethoscope is gone from his neck and has found a new place, with one end on my chest.

A few silent seconds pass before I blurt out, “That thing’s not even real, is it?”

Nikki chuckles. “You bet your ass it is.” He smirks as we both feel my heart rate skyrocket. A blush makes its way across my cheeks as he says, “Now that is interesting. Take a deep breath for me, would ya, babe?”

My stomach does flips at the way it sounds when he says that sentence, but I obey nonetheless.

He listens silently for a moment. “Miss Taylor, could I get you to be my guinea pig for a second?”

“Of course, Dr. Feelgood,” I reply. “What do I need to do?”

“Just stay still for me.” He plants one of his signature sloppy kisses on my lips, listening to the effect it has on my heart. “Hmm, just like I thought. I gotta operate, Miss Taylor. Now. With your permission, of course.”

“Oh, absolutely, Doctor. Is there anything I need to do?” I ask as dramatically as I can.

“Let me do all the work for you.” He kisses me again before slipping my battle vest off to hit the floor, followed by my tank top.

With more of my chest exposed, he starts placing kisses on every inch of my bare skin, occasionally just above my heart, which is the only time he moves the stethoscope. Each one earns a moan.

“Beautiful sounds, baby,” Nikki says between kisses. “From your mouth and your heart. Got one more in you?”

He slinks a finger past my shorts and underwear after his words, curling it inside me; an action which elicits the loudest moan I’ve let out so far.

“Good girl. Mind if I take these off?”

My brain is already so foggy from pleasure that the only thing I can do is release an affirming noise before my shorts and panties join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With them out of the way, another slender finger joins the first one.

“Fuck, Nikki!” I shout.

He chuckles. “I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” His white coat falls to the floor before he removes his fingers to put them in his mouth. “You are delicious.”

Before I can even think about his statement, he’s got me in a new position on the bed, before thrusting himself inside me.

I let out another “Fuck!” as Nikki starts finding a rhythm. I can only imagine the sounds filling the earpieces of the stethoscope as he’s fucking the daylights out of me.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he growls. “How does it feel knowing I’m fucking your pretty pussy to the beat of your own poor little heart?”

“Feels good!” I manage to moan out, my body bouncing with his every move.

He chuckles. “And that’s why they call me Dr. Feelgood. Because I’m the one to make you feel alright.”

Normally I would’ve laughed at his joke, but I’m so cock-drunk by this point that my only response is to throw my head back and mewl.

It’s hardly even a second later that I feel the telltale knot of an orgasm building in my stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna— Aah!”

Nikki chuckles once more. “Go ahead and let yourself cum, Miss Taylor.”

A scream of “Nikki!” comes out as I give in to the pleasure.

As my body quivers beneath him, his thrusts start to become unsteady.

“Nikki, I wanna listen to your heart while you cum,” I whine.

He smirks and quickly switches the stethoscope around. Now my ears are filled with the beautiful sound of his heartbeat. A moment of counting reveals it to be at 130 beats per minute.

“Fuck, Nikki, your heart’s racing,” I blurt out.

“It’s cuz I love you so much.”

His unsteady thrusts paired with the sound of his heart in my ears is enough to send me over the edge again, and the two of us climax in sync.

Panting fills the air as neither of us say anything at first. After a moment, Nikki takes the stethoscope and puts it back on me.

“Your heart sounds like a fuckin’ jackhammer, babe.”

I slap his arm playfully. “Shut up!”

[unknownperson246]

a/n: hii! love your work! could you do a smut about Nikki Sixx and Duff Mckagan? And maybee a part 2 (if u want ofc!) that the reader like gets asked out by duff bc he rlly likes her and she says yes? thanks!

hi I'm sorry I don't think I followed the whole request but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Mötley x Roses:

Words: 420

warnings: *smut* *m receiving* *cussing* *mentions of a threesome*

✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙

You and Nikki were married. Occasionally Nikki would share you with his bandmates but today was different because he shared you with Duff McKagan. All three of you were sitting in one room together. You had no idea what Nikki’s intentions were. Nikki moved you towards his lap. Nikki invited Duff to come over to the couch you both were on. Nikki slowly started to remove your skirt. You were flustered as you realized he wanted to fuck you in front of his friend Duff. You let him slide your skirt off. Duff saw your soaked panties and you were blushing with him seeing you almost all bare. You were used to Tommy Vince and Mick touching you with Nikki but since Duff was new you were embarrassed and shy. Duff picked you up and he put your hand to his swollen cock. You were into it. All your shyness had melted by now. You got down to please Duff. Nikki was getting jealous since you always used to fuck him first. 

“Not fair!” Nikki yelled. 

“How about we have a threesome then?” You looked over to Nikki.

“Sure! A threesome that sounds wonderful” Nikki said sarcastically. 

You got down and started to suck Duff's huge dick. You did it torturously slow to pleasure and to tease Nikki. You watched Duff's wet lips go apart while he let out small groans. He watched as your wet mouth went up and down his cock. Soon you started to go faster.

Soon you felt his salty seed that coated the sides of your mouth. It would drip down and out of your lips. Nikki’s jealousy just grew as he watched Duff come in your mouth. It was odd. He invited Duff in the first place. He could just be mad about you not listening to his idea of doing him first. Nikki had enough and pulled you away from Duff. He pushed you on your knees and he made you suck his dick. Your tongue swirled around and then it went up and down. The rims of your lips touched his wet and filthy cock. You kept feeling his tip touched the back of your throat. You wanted to gag but you knew the punishment for it. You kept going faster and faster until he came inside of your mouth. You were finally done. You plopped down on the couch with your skirt missing and your shirt still on. Later on, Duff asked you out behind Nikki’s back because he liked you. 

[ghostbustting]

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[nickelsgirls]

Mick Mars x Reader

Nsfw Headcanons

A/n: for my pookie -🖤

Mick can be so sweet and gentle but be so rough at the same time. If his actions are rough, then he's all in your ear telling you how good you are and how good you feel. But if he's giving you soft slow thrust he's saying things like "my slut" "you're just a toy aren't you baby?"

Mick doesn't favor praise or degradation simply because he loves the way you react to everything he says. He likes the way you struggle to respond to him because you think you need to.

Mirror sex>> with Mick behind your trembling body and every time you look down or start to unfocused he's grabbing your hair all the way to the root and pulling your body back into his "I thought I told you to look at me while I fuck you."

We all know Mick likes younger women, and I feel that to a certain degree, he would start to feed into and encourage your daddy issues.

Causal dominance with Mick. If you're trying to get something that's just barely inaccessible, Mick is coming up behind you, trapping you between the counter and cabinets. "Let me get it, honey," he whispers into your ear as he grabs whatever you were trying to reach.

I think he likes giving and receiving, Mick honestly doesn't have a preference for either. He loves watching your teary eyes look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and force yourself down onto his cock. But Mick also loves the way you look trying to desperately grab at the sheets as another one of your orgasms is drawn from you expertly.

Watching Mick up on stage and feeling your panties slowly start to get wet, and the worst part? He knows, too, and he'll wait until the last moment to finally give in to you and give you what you need.

After a long day at practice <<Helping Mick de-stress by taking him to your bedroom, massaging his shoulders and back, then sitting in his lap, and kissing all over his face until you eventually press a chaste kiss against his lips. Your hips experimentally grind down in between heated kisses until both of you can't take it anymore.

If Mick had to pick a favorite position, I feel like he would say cowgirl. He likes being able to watch you do it by yourself, or he can change his mind and grab your hips, and pick his own pace.

I feel like you would finally decide to tease him back, and it would backfire so badly. Mick would've been rilling you up the whole day. "Innocent" touches on your thighs, moving you by your hips as he presses his hips against yours, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. Until you've finally had enough and instead of waiting until your home, you waited until the Crüe was all in one room to sit in Mick's lap "come home, please daddy" you smirked starting to kiss his neck. (I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;)

Mick would be settled between your thighs, two of his fingers stuffed deep in your aching cunt until you're crying out repeatedly how you're going to cum. And as soon as he's done pulling your orgasm from your tired body Mick is towering over you pushing the same two fingers inside your mouth. Your foggy mind does nothing but accepts the two wet digits as you swirl your tongue around them until there's nothing left.

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JUST DANCE BY LADY GAGA IS THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF WHAT DATING/ PARTYING WITH MOTLEY CRUE IS LIKE