#mgk!tommylee x reader

[bandpreferences15]

The Life of a “Tour Mom”

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Requested by the lovely @hiworlditishumbleme 

Hey I was wondering if you could write something for Mötley Crüe where the reader has been with the band since the beginning and is a motherly influence. Like she is roughly their age but just takes care of them and is the only one that can truly control them if need be. I just think it would be so cute and like they could call her Ma. I feel like if she were to get with one of them though it would ether be Mars or Tommy. It’s just something that I would love for you to bring to life

A/N: I did leave out the bit about the reader dating one of the boys because I couldn’t decide which one to use lol. If I do a second part to this, I’ll pick then 👌

Update: As I wrote this it kinda turned into a Tommy x reader.....my bad

“Same old shit every damn day....” you mumbled under your breath, sliding the scrunchie off your wrist and tying Vince’s blonde hair into a little topknot while he was hunched over the toilet. Another late night of partying sent you into mom mode, trying to make sure the boys survived at least until the next show. 

“Ughhh..” Vinced moaned, his stomach no doubt churning from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed a few hours prior. You rubbed his back soothingly, placing a cup of water next to him before making your way to the doorway of the bathroom. “Thanks, Ma.” you heard him mumble.

As you exited the bathroom you went in search of the remaining aftermath of last night’s party, thankful that the boys were staying in a house rather than a hotel. It made it easier to keep track of them. You found Nikki passed out on the couch in the living room. He looked otherwise intact, however, the closer you got, the more you could see how wrong you were. There was gum in his hair, he had a cut on his left eyebrow, and his shoelaces were tied together. You sighed, grateful that the rental house’s kitchen came fully stocked. You plucked a jar of peanut butter from the cabinet just as Mick was walking in, rubbing his temples.

“Coffee’s on the counter, Mick. House meeting in a half hour.” He waved you off but nodded nonetheless, pouring himself a steaming cup and sitting down at the kitchen island. He rested his forehead on the cold marble, sighing in relief as it seemed to help the pounding in his head. 

Nikki stirred on the couch as you approached, looking around as if he didn’t know where he was. He stretched, nearly rolling off the couch, the only thing stopping him being your own body as you sat beside him. 

“Morning, Ma. What happened last night?” He tried to run a hand through his hair, wincing when he got stuck in the gum. 

“Nik, it’s 1pm. Not exactly morning. And hold still, I’m trying to help you, you big baby!” Nikki batted at your hands flitting around his face and hair, only stopping when you grasped his wrists and gave him a stern look. He pouted, folding his hands over his stomach while you worked. After a few minutes, and peanut butter covered hands, you were finally able to get the sticky pink substance out of Nikki’s hair. 

You gently punched his arm.

“All done. Go get yourself a shower, you stink.” Nikki rolled his eyes, standing from the couch but falling to the floor soon after.

“Son of a bi- TOMMY!” Nikki fumed from the shaggy carpet under his cheek. It was then you realized that you had not yet seen the tall drummer. A giggle sounded from behind the kitchen counter and you caught the tail end of Tommy’s escape from the room as you looked up. You rolled your eyes, pulling off Nikki’s boots that you’d completely forgotten were tied together.

Tommy peeked around the corner again and you pointed a threatening finger at him.

“You. Sit.” Tommy hung his head, stalking over and slouching to the couch in front of you. Nikki gave him a glare and made an attempt to take a swing at the tall brunette, before you chucked the pair of boots at him. “You, Shower. Now.”

You turned back to Tommy, folding your arms over your chest and cocking one hip. “Did you tie Nikki’s boots together?” Tommy snickered, quickly catching himself and trying to put on some semblance of a poker face. “Jesus, Tommy! What if he fell down the stairs or into the pool?!” 

“Could you maybe not yell?” Mick groaned from the kitchen.

“You stay out of this!” You glanced back at Tommy, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you fine?” 

“What?” Tommy looked utterly confused.

“Why are you fine? Hey, look at me.” You gently grasped his chin, looking into his eyes. The weren’t dilated and he didn’t smell like alcohol.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Tommy smirked, the flirty comment knocking you out of your thoughtful state. You gave him a little shove. 

“Are you sober right now?” you asked, the surprise clear in your voice. 

“Why, yes, I am.” he smiled innocently. You backed away slightly, lowering yourself into the chair opposite him. Tommy leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and giving you a megawatt smile. “Close your mouth, darlin’. You’ll catch flies.” He laughed, tapping your chin. You closed your mouth, giving him a questioning stare.

“Do you mean to tell me that you didn’t drink yourself into oblivion or take any kind of drugs last night? I find that extremely hard to believe.”

Tommy sat back, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. He smiled softly, almost as if he was embarrassed. 

“I didn’t want....” he trailed off, speaking so low you could hardly hear him.

“Speak up, Tommy. What are you up to?!” 

“I said I didn’t want you to have to deal with all of us while we were down for the count, ok! Last time we had a party like that we were all so wasted and you had to take care of us even though you’d hardly slept yourself and we had a really busy day that day and I know you work really hard and I just wanted to, you know...help, I guess.” The words rushed out of him and he shrugged gently, not meeting your eyes. 

You hand flew to your mouth, hiding a shy smile.

“Tommy? Hey, come on!” you tapped his knee and he finally met your gaze, a light blush on his cheeks. “You were worried about me?” you asked softly. 

“Yes, Ma. It’s because he loves you now will you please shut the fuck up? My head is killing me!” Mick interjected from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, old man!” Tommy yelled, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he stood abruptly. 

You glanced up at him, words lost on your lips as Tommy awkwardly shifted in front of you.

“Tommy? Is that true?” you whispered.................

[slxyangel]

In front of the mirror (Tommy Lee x Reader)

Summary: “Can you write a Nikki Sixx or Tommy Lee imagine where he’s dating the reader who is stubborn, closed off, and has a lot of walls up please?” This was the request by @universal-scorpio, so I did one with an agressively romantic version of Tommy.

Wordcount: 770 (I’m sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: Self-hate and a lot of goofy fluff to compensate.

A/N: Okay, it’s the first time I try this “all dialogue” format, but I thought it would be fun to experiment a little.

- Awww come on, honey. Pleaseee.

- Jesus! Are you really going to do this to me?

- But you look gorgeous in that dress!

- I know I do *duh*. As a matter of fact, I look gorgeous in all dresses. And in no dress at all as well, but…

- Especially in no dress at all… *mentally winks twice, but only mentally*

- SHUT UP you’re missing my point. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t feel comfortable enough to go to that party.

- Babygirl… you're the physical embodiment of confidence. And don't try to tell me otherwise, because I have seen with this very pair of eyes how you walked yourself to a man's desk and, with a bit of small talk and a lot of nerve got a scholarship to pay for one year of college.

- Wait, that's not entirely true. I mean, it kinda is, but nuances are important. Let me remind you that I was drowning in debt. I had to pay for my sister's medical treatment and my education, but this bitch isn't rich, and honestly, as long as I could do something about it, I wasn't going to choose between both.

- Okay but what about the day we met? There you have it. You not only came straight up to me, the famous, fabulous and amazing drummer in a famous, fabulous and amazing rock band, to invite me for a drink, which usually works the other way around. ANYWAYS, not only you achieved that, but for doing so you had to convince security that, among all those mad groupies and fangirls out there, you and Alice were the only ones worth letting through. That takes some courage. Oh, and not to talk about how the naked version of you rocks those leather harnesses from your wardrobe. *mentally sips tea, but only mentally*

- HEY!

- I'm just pointing out the truth.

- But that's not the same, it doesn't apply… those two cases involved you.

- THIS ONE DOES TOO, I'm gonna be there.

- But all those times you were the prize, y'know? No offence.

- None taken :)

- Tommy, ugh, you already know this and I don't need to explain it, but you're my safe spot. I mean, I’ll give you that one, but let's be fully honest, there are counter arguments too. Remember the anxiety attacks. And the panic attacks. And remember how long it took me to, not only wearing the harnesses, but even let you touch me. I mean, I’m still working on it all, I swear. You know it, you know me.

- YES, I DO. And I’m so fucking proud of you for it. But this is what I’m here for, to help you on that. And my way to help you on that is showing you off bc you’re so fucking hot. Period.

- Oof. *think of something, quick* And besides, this dress makes me look fat. *for example*

- *looks confused* I thought you just said…

- Fuck what I just said, I’m not making any sense, I know it. So neither did what I said before, whatever it was, Which, for the record I don’t remember so it officially didn’t happen, we don’t talk about that.

- Y/N. I am willing to tolerate several things. A lot, actually. But disrespect towards the most important piece of my life is not one of them, even if it comes from herself. Especially if it comes from herself. You are smart as hell, you are caring, you are hilarious, you are the brightest light on the planet. You put up with most of my shit, which you know is a lot, and thanks to you I’m working on that too. You reach me in a way no one else did, does or ever will, and YES, even though you consistently refuse to admit it, you are drop-dead gorgeous. So you are going to cut that self-loath for a moment and put on that red dress, and I’ll give you two options: either you walk with those long beautiful legs our Lord and Savior gave you, or I carry you myself. But if you get silly, instead of like a princess I’m going to grab you like a sack of potatoes. Your call.

- … 

- …

- …

- Zip my dress up, annoying-ass bitch ♡

[coffeeandcannolis]

Without You

Gif credit to the owner! If it’s yours, please message me and I’ll add the tag!

A/N: Next installment of the new series (and posting it a day early for y’all)! If there are any situations you’d like to see in the series, message me!

The Dr. Feelgood tour was, to put it simply, exhausting. Tommy lost track of what time it was and which city they were in a week ago. Everyone was tense, exhausted, and - to put it bluntly - fucking cranky. 

To make it even worse? Tommy hadn’t heard my voice in almost a week. I was killing myself shooting a demanding new film and we were working on opposite time zones. By the time Tommy stepped offstage and found a breath amidst the chaos to call me around midnight at best, I was already deep in the following day’s shoot. The rest of the band could see the toll it was taking on Tommy. Nikki dealt with it the most: he knew both of us better than anyone, and it killed him to see distance strain the strongest relationship he knew. 

They were deep in the middle of a recording session, posted up in some random European city between shows, when Doc knocked on the door. He poked his head in and started to cross the threshold before he found who he was looking for. 

“Sorry to interrupt, guys,” Doc began. “Tommy, you have a phone call.”

Tommy’s brows furrowed. “Can it wait? We’re in the middle of a new -”

“It’s Faith, Tommy.” Doc watched Tommy’s eyes widen in concern. The rest of the band, Nikki in particular, showed a similar sense of unease.

“Is she okay?” Tommy was already on his feet and snagged his jacket from the chair back. “It’s the middle of the night for her.”

Doc frowned. “She didn’t say.” 

Tommy was almost out the door before he thought to turn back to his bandmates. They cut in before he could say a word.

“Take care of our girl, man,” Nikki said. Vince and Mick nodded in agreement. “We’ll fill you in later.”

That was all Tommy needed - he jogged through the winding hallways of the recording studio and picked up the phone near Doc’s makeshift office. 

“Hello?” Tommy could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. “Babe?”

My voice came out in a shaky warble through the line, crossing oceans and countries to reach him. “Hi.”

“Where are you? Are you okay?” 

“I’m okay, Tom.” I sniffled. 

Tommy’s panic ebbed at the words, but the tone of my voice still had him on edge. He waited.

“I just, um - I’m sorry, it’s stupid. Doc said you were recording, and I -”

“Hey, hey,” Tommy’s voice was soft. Tender. Something he’d never, ever let the band hear - it was only for me. “That doesn’t matter, Faith. Talk to me.” He heard me let out a quivering exhale through the line. 

This wasn’t the Faith he knew - I never let him see this rare, vulnerable side of me. I was always the strong one. The one who insisted we’d make it through every show, every interview, every tour and every film shoot hundreds of miles apart. While Tommy was pining away into a bottle every night, I was the strong one who kept it all together. Tommy was the one with the separation breakdowns, not me. This was new. 

“I’m sorry.” My voice was thick with unshed tears. “I just - I just had a really rough day at work today, and all I wanted was for you to hold me and calm me down.” I was crying now.��“And we haven’t been able to talk in so long, and I can’t sleep without you, and I just really needed to hear your voice.” 

I was crying so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. Tommy felt his own eyes prick with tears. This was the first time he’d heard me cry. Even when we said goodbye for long periods of time, I made sure to get out of his line of sight before I let the tears fall. 

He didn’t know what to do, but he could feel his heart breaking when I let a full-blown sob loose. “Hey, baby, just take a - fuck, love just breathe with me, okay? Can you do that for me, please?” Tommy exaggerated his breaths and let loud exhales travel down the line. Ears pricked, he heard me gradually catch my breath and steady myself, though each breath was punctuated with a sharp sniffle.

Tommy felt a weight left when my breath returned to as close to normal as he could hope. “That’s my girl,” he sighed. 

I barely caught my breath before I was apologizing again. “Shit, I’m sorry Tommy, I should -”

“Stop fucking apologizing, baby.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, it’s killing me not to be there with you. You should never apologize for something like this. Ever.”

And then, softer. “You never need to apologize for needing me, okay? Because I probably need you even more.” He chuckled to himself. “I cried in Nikki’s hotel room last night because some chick Vince was hitting on was wearing the same perfume as you.” 

His stomach flipped in pride when a little giggle came through the other end of the line. “You’re such a dork, Tom.”

“And she’s back, everyone,” Tommy joked. He paused. “I fucking miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Clearly.”

“These hotel beds are too cold without you. I’d cuddle with Mick, but you can hear his snores down the hall. And he’d probably stab me in my sleep.” 

I laughed louder. “How are the boys? Is Nik doing okay?” 

“He’s good,” Tommy replied. “Misses you, too.”

I hummed in agreement. With the sniffles subsided, a stray yawn pushed its way past my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You should sleep, Faith. It’s what,” Tommy looked up at the wall clock, quickly doing the math in his head, “almost three in the morning there? When’s your call time tomorrow?”

“Seven,” I mumbled. My voice came out small, childlike. “Will you stay on the line with me until I fall asleep?”

Tommy’s heart swelled. “Of course.” He could already hear sleepiness slurring my words. 

“I love you, Tommy.” I yawned again.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know.” He could hear my breaths deepen. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

Tommy listened as my breathing slowed and evened out, reaching the pace he knew like the back of his hand. The breathing he felt against his chest every single night when we were home.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Tommy murmured before finally hanging up. 

Tommy suddenly felt a surge of energy, different from the rush he felt onstage. Something shifted within him, and he was more sure of the decision than anything else he’d ever done in his life.

He needed to find a ring. 

[broke-n-bitchy]

Wicked Dreams

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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Nikki Sixx x OC

Part Five

Warnings; drinking, cursing, smoking, drugs use, angst, lil smutty 

-Lucy’s POV-

August 9th. Today was already a particularly hard day for me. Today marked the ninth year of my mother’s death, it was still hard for me to believe that I’ve spent almost an entire decade without the only person I could ever truly rely on in this fucked up world.

Back at home, I would usually spend this day with a six pack next to her grave. Sitting there, peeling off the flower petals off of the bouquet that I’ve gotten to lay in front of her headstone. I would cry, laugh, and talk to her like she was right there with me. I don’t know if it was the booze, but it felt like she was. And before I’d leave, I would make sure to remind her that I’m doing alright.

This is the first time I haven’t been home for this day and honestly, it was hitting me like a fucking brick. Staring at myself in the mirror of the dressing room, I heard a knock on the door, “Lucy, you guys are on in ten!” Doc explained through the door, “I’ll be right there!” I responded, I was ready but for some reason, I couldn’t find my boots. Did I leave them back at the hotel? No, I don’t think I did.

Looking around frantically, I began tearing apart the dressing room.

That’s when I heard another knock on the door. “I said I’ll be right there Doc!” I yelled I knew he was impatient but damn. I was running around barefooted. 

Most girls’ get necklaces, bracelets or whatever else from their mother, but my mom was a field medic and of all her belongings, I always loved her combat boots. I was so happy the day I could finally fit into them without shoving socks in the toes.

They were extremely beaten up, writing all over them, being held together with duct tape but I didn’t care. I’d wear those until I couldn’t anymore.

Those boots and my guitar were the only two things that actually made me feel like she was right there with me, every single night on stage.

“Actually, it’s Nikki. I uh- I have something for you.” I quickly came back from losing my train of thought, “Oh, come on in! I’m dressed.”

The door opened and he stepped inside, he was holding a medium sized white box in his hands,

“Not now, Sixx, I can’t find my boots anywhere.” 

“Oh, that’s what I have, here they are.” He handed me the box with a small, awkward smile. He wasn’t used to doing nice things for other people, as a matter of fact, he sucked at it.

“Uh.” I didn’t know how to respond but I took the box and pulled the lid off. Looking at the pair of brand new, studded leather boots that could reach up to my knees. These weren’t it. These weren’t the army green boots being held together by a thread.

“Where are my old ones?” I asked him, trying my best to make sense of the situation.

“Oh, yeah, those. I threw them away.” Without any hesitation, I threw both new boots at him, “What is wrong with you?!” I yelled, not even holding back. I have been on my best behavior all day, I haven’t cried or anything. I was honestly saving up all of my anger and sadness for the stage so I could let it out in a positive way but Nikki just happened to push me to my last limit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled back, moving a bit closer, “They have torn the fuck up and honestly, making the entire bus smell like fuckin’ death! I thought maybe you needed a new pair! Why are you being such a fucking bitch! I do something nice for you and this is how you thank me!?” At this point, he was hovering over me, his normal tone dropped to a low bass sound and honestly, it scared me a little but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

“They were my mother’s, Nikki! My dead mother’s! Today is the anniversary of her death and I wanted to wear them tonight! I didn’t want new boots, I just wanted those! And I don’t have to thank you because I didn’t ask for them!” Pressing my finger against his chest, I paused but wasn’t going to stop there.

“I know you don’t know what it’s like to have anything of sentimental value or know what it’s like to feel closer through an object that was from someone you loved, but just because you grew up in a shitty home doesn’t mean you can go around disrespecting the rest of us and our fucking shit! Keep your hands off of my shit from now on!”

I honestly couldn’t believe he did this. I know it sounded stupid, I know to anyone else it was ridiculous that I was getting hyped up over a pair of shoes but right now I didn’t care.

He stared at me and the expression on his face was unreadable, but there was a small glimpse of sadness in his eye from what I said. It disappeared faster than it came.

“You know what? FUCK YOU! Fuck your shitty attitude, and fuck your dead mom! I don’t give a fuck!”

“You don’t give a fuck, because you only think about yourself! It’s suffocating with how fucking self-absorbed you are!” I know I was being way too harsh but this was just years of anger finally bubbling to the surface.

The craziest part about all of this was that last night, we were taking turns snorting coke out of this groupies belly button, laughing, and having the time of our fucking lives. I’ve become such a good wingman that at this point, even Vince and Tommy turned to me for help.

He stared at me for a moment before getting extremely close, hovering over until I could feel his breath against my cheeks. He smelled like liquor, blow, and sweat, but the mixture with his cologne had me drawn to it.

His voice was so low that it sends a shiver down my spine, “You and your fucking band were nothing but nobodies, barely getting gigs back in Texas, and if it wasn’t for us answering your call, and if it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t even be drawing a crowd bigger than it is now. You play good, you look good, and your band has brought in a lot of new fans. And if it wasn’t for us, you’d be living in a shitty apartment with three guys working some dead-end fucking job, getting nowhere in life. So if I were you, I would watch your fucking mouth on who you’re talking to. Because I can easily take this away as easily as I gave it to you.”

No one, not even my mother, has ever spoken to me like this. Ever. It was just my mom, cousin, and I for most of my life. I didn’t know my dad so she always tried to be more gentle than firm. I guess that’s why what he said was turning me on. He never broke eye contact, didn’t even blink. I felt a lump in the back of my throat. He was right, I should be more grateful for what I have. I also shouldn’t have said what I did to him.

But I wasn’t about to let him know that. 

There was someone who cleared his throat at the doorway, “Sorry to interrupt, but Lucy, you’re on.”

I nodded, shoulder checking Nikki while I grabbed the boots, sliding them up to my legs and zipping them. He got the size right. I had my converse, but I wasn’t about to wear those with studded jeans and a leather crop top.

 “We’re not done talking,” Nikki said before I bolted out of the door. 

-Nikki’s POV-

Standing on the side stage next to Vince and Tommy, I watched as our opening act performed. Normally, I’d be in the back drinking and fucking whatever girl gave me the first glance but I was too pissed off.

Why did Lucy have to be so fucking stubborn? I tried doing something nice for her and she goes off. But, fuck, how was I supposed to know that today was her mom’s death anniversary? We weren’t exactly good at deep conversations.

I hate that she’s so damn stubborn and prideful. You know what else I hate? The fact that she’s fucking talented, because now I can’t fire her.

Her with her laid back attitude, being my wingman. Her fucking soft hair and how does she always smell like cherries? It was obnoxious, like even after getting off stage drenched in sweat. 

Watching as her little hips shook to the beat, her head banging while sliding down onto her knees during her solo, I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. In spite of everything that annoyed me about her, she was a natural on stage. They all were.

“Nikki!” Tommy yelled in my ear, shoving me over, “What?” I asked I didn’t realize I was thinking so hard. I don’t think, like ever. I just do.

“I said here, have a bump. Were you not listening?”

“No,” Responding, I grabbed the small dish, quickly snorting up two fat lines, proceeding to scoop some up with my finger and lick it then passing it along to Vince.

Snagging the bottle of Jack from Vince, I took a swig and nearly spat it out and what I saw Lucy do next. She slid across the stage then proceeded to hold her guitar up in the air while dry humping the stage during Ryder’s drum solo. Holy shit.

It drove the crowd insane, she stood up and reached her hand out to some of the fans, running towards the center of the stage next to Alex, they sang the last bridge of their final song for the night together.

I’m not going to lie, during their audition, I didn’t really pay attention. Not until I heard her voice. Alex was a damn good singer but there was a part of me that felt like Lucy should take over as lead, just the way she was so natural at it and in spite of our fight earlier, I had to respect her for everything she goes through and still pushes to be her best every night.

Once their song was over, the crowd roared through the venue, Alex spoke up, “Thank you! We’re System Insomniac, but it’s time for the main event! Motley fuckin’ Crue!”

The crowd roared even louder.

We were about to go on in about fifteen minutes, roadies had to set up props and replace the instruments.

“That was gnarly dudes’!” Tommy yelled in excitement once they came off the stage, he lifted Lucy up and twirled her in his arms while giving Sami a high five,

“That was hot Lucy,” Vince told her as soon as Tommy sat her down, “Thanks, yeah I wanted to try something new.”

“Well, it worked,” Alex laughed while draping his arms over Lucy and Ryder.

“Lucy, can I talk to you for a minute?” I spoke up after realizing I was being quiet.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Stepping off to the side to leave everyone else to speak amongst themselves.

I never did this but I was about to apologize, but instead, her arms reached up and engulfed me in a huge hug. “I’m so sorry I was a bitch to you earlier, I am. It’s just been a shitty day for me today and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have.” She mumbled in my ear before pulling back, her bright blue eyes meeting mine. But tonight, they were a little more grey. Her hands still rested on my shoulders, and goddamnit, how does she still smell so fucking good?

“You were right, I really should be more grateful for everything. And I am, I really am. This, this is my dream and you helped make it come true, Nik. Thank you, and I’m sorry about the whole boot situation. It was actually really thoughtful of you to go get me a new pair, and I appreciate it. As much as I loved my mother, and I loved those boots, you have to let go of the past sometimes. Right?”

I didn’t really know how to respond, “Right.” Was all I could really say, her touch had this odd effect on me. A part of it felt soothing. In some sort of way.

She nodded, her chest still heaving from her compelling performance. “So, are we good, Sixx?”

A smirk played at my lips whilst I took the chance to snake my arms around her waist, tugging her a bit closer to me, “Yeah, we’re good.” Her grin grew wide and she pulled me into another hug. Burying my face into her neck, my hand slid down her ass and gave it a small squeeze.

“Nikki!” She squealed, letting out a laugh, “Sorry, a force of habit.” I removed my hand and let go of her embrace even though a part of me didn’t want to. “I’ll see you after the show, doll,” I told her before turning around and bolting off towards the stage.

Later that night 

Once we were done with our show, we hopped off the stage and went to meet everyone else in the back.

They were all sitting in the small lounging area, Lucy had changed from her stage outfit into a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top, but she was still wearing her new boots. She was twirling a pen in her mouth while staring down at her journal, Ryder was sitting in the back where Mick at joined to drink.

Alex and Sami were talking to us about going to a party, and Tommy and Vince were on board. “Coming, Nikki?” Alex asked, “Hang on a minute,” I told him before going and plopping down next to Lucy, draping an arm over her shoulder.

“What is it with you and cut off jeans?” I questioned while my other hand played with a loose string of fabric that hung off of her thighs, “We country girls love our Daisy Duke’s.” She responded without looking up, placing a cigarette between her lips and lighting it.

“Interesting. So, you coming along to the party tonight?” Pulling the cigarette from her mouth after she took a drag, and taking a few drags myself before handing it back to her.

“Um, I was actually just going to go back to the hotel. Maybe spend some time in the jacuzzi and have some alone time.” She told me while glancing over at me.

Looking up towards the guys’, “I’m just going to go back to the hotel tonight.” I told them which was rare. Nikki Sixx never missed out on a good party.

Tommy gave me a weird look but quickly shrugged it off. Sami walked over to us, pulling Lucy up off of the couch and into a tight hug, “I miss her too.” I heard him say while he squeezed her tightly. She nodded, and I watched a small tear escaped and slid down her cheek, “Yeah, I know. I love you, man,” She patted him on the back before withdrawing her arms, I could tell she was trying her best to console her tears. “But you go have fun tonight, okay?” She smacked him on the arm and he nodded before heading out the door with the rest.

“Better make sure they don’t end up dead, see you guys’ later,” Mick told us before heading out with Ryder.

-

Back at the hotel, I headed back to my room and waited for about twenty minutes, and after changing, I went and knocked on Lucy’s door. I heard her say hang on, and a few seconds later she opened the door. She was wearing a red bikini and had a bottle of wine in her hand along with a few towels, I smiled a little at the sight. I know we’re just friends and that’s all we will ever be but that doesn’t mean I can’t stare at her smokin’ hot body.

“Where’s your usual scotch or bourbon?” I asked her, eyeing the bottle in her hand.

“I’m in the mood for something sweet tonight.” 

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a little clear baggy of white powder, “I’ll join ya,” She smiled, giving me a small nod before stepping outside of her room and shutting the door.

We started walking down the hallway, and once we reached the elevator, she turned to me, “Okay, what gives? Why aren’t you at the party, doing body shots with one groupie while another one sucks you off?”

I shouldn’t have laughed but that was a pretty damn good assumption of what would probably be happening at the party if I was there.

“Well, I thought maybe you’d want some company tonight.” I shrugged. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it.

-Lucy’s POV-

Sliding into the jacuzzi, I let out a groan in pure bliss. My knees were killing from tonight's performance. Popping the lid off of the bottle, I took a drink before leaning against the ball of the tub. Looking over, Nikki was sitting in the chair next to me, he was staring.

“What?” I questioned, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.

“When’s the last time you got laid?” He asked me out of the blue. I don’t even remember, it’s been so long. I leaned back, trying to remember.

“That’s sad,” He laughed at me while starting to sort lines of blow on the table he was sitting in front of, I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

“Sorry, I’m a disappointment,” I told him while taking another drink, he snorted up a line real quick before leaning down and pulling the bottle from my hands, taking a drink.

“I meant that’s sad for you, I mean, you’re always getting us laid but never worry about yourself?” I shrugged, I never thought of it that way.

“I guess I’m one of those people that needs to have a whole lot of sex,” I told him, stepping out of the tub and standing over the table, I took the straw off of the table and snorted the next line, sniffling a little bit before dipping back in.

Glancing up, I watched Nikki start kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his pants, “What are you doing?” I asked him while he stripped down to his boxers. My eyes scanned his thighs up towards his torso before reaching his jawline, I bit my lip before glancing away.

“The fuck does it look like?” He slid in next to me, putting an arm behind me while leaning back, “Mm, taking a night off was a good call,” He said while staring up towards the night sky. “Yeah, it was. Until you joined me,” My wit was going to get me in trouble one day. He seemed to just ignore me while he kept his gaze upwards, and mine was on his facial features. He hadn’t wiped his stage makeup off yet and it was smudged at this point. But for some reason, it suited him.

I don’t know if it was the high or what but my fingers started dancing mindlessly across his chest, “You were really good on stage tonight,” I told him as I placed my hand onto his cheek so he could meet my gaze. He gave me a smug smirk.

“So were you, doll.” I felt his hand dip into the hot water and tug me closer by my hip. He had the bottle of wine in his other hand, and I reached for it, taking another drink before passing it back to him.

I know what he’s like, I know what he does. Hell, I help him pick up women almost every night. So, why was I feeling like this? What he said to me earlier, about taking everything away from me; it just changed my perspective on all of this. It was seriously bothering me that the way he looked at me earlier, with such intensity, and what he said, it turned me on. No guy has ever spoken to me like that before.

We sat there, in silence. Just listening to the jets in the hot tub, staring up at the sky while passing the sweet wine back and forth to each other. It was weird, to see him like this. Relaxed and unwinded, not having Tommy or some groupie latched to his side.

“Hm,” I hummed while stepping out of the jacuzzi, drying my hands off and picking up his little baggy and the straw, I dipped back down into the tub. “‘Nother bump?” I asked, pft, like I needed to.

His head perked up and watched while I distributed two even lines on the ground above the hot tub. Handing him the straw, he snorted up the first one before passing it back.

After snorting up mine, I tilted my head back with a small giggle before looking back towards him. He had a little blow on his lip.

“Hey, you have a little-” He met my gaze, his green orbs poured into mine while I swiped the little bit of coke off his lip with my thumb. I didn’t break eye contact, nor did I realize what I was doing. Placing my thumb between my lips, I sucked the rest of the residue off before letting go with a loud ‘pop’ noise. Biting my lower lip afterward while I tried to suppress a giggle but failed.

“Fuck,” He breathed while he swallowed harshly. He leaned back, letting out a breath and taking a long drink from the bottle, I grabbed it from him and finished off the rest of it before leaning over and pushing it off to the side, my back facing him because I was trying to aim it in the trash can a few feet away from us, but failed miserably.

I felt a pair of rough fingers start tracing the tattoo next to my shoulder blade on my back, “What does S-L-R stand for?” He questioned, I turned to face him halfway so he could still see my tattoo, “Suzanne Lynn Rollins,” I responded. Lovelace was just my stage name. Rollins was my maiden.

“Oh, okay, it’s a badass tattoo,” He complimented, turning around, I moved closer until I was standing between his legs. Sadly it was the only one I had, but I looked forward to getting more in the future. Tracing my fingers across the ones on his biceps, moving my fingers along his arms soothingly, “I like yours, too,” I told him, he moved his hands to my waist, pulling me closer until I was propped up onto his lap.

“Mhmm,” He mumbled, my hands were planted on his chest while one of his on my waist, guiding down towards my ass, this time I let it slide. The other one coming up to move the small hairs that were starting to cover my forehead, he slicked them back for me. Thinking nothing of it, because I’m a little fucked up; my hands moved up from his chest to the sides of his face, moving his hair away from his eyes so I could see them better. Scooting up a little closer, I straddled his waist. His hands rested firmly on my hips to stop me from moving, “Knock that off, damn,” He grunted, and I started laughing, “What, why?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

He leaned upwards until he wasn't propped against the wall of the hot tub anymore, his face a few centimeters from mine. “Because,” He mumbled. The breath in my throat hitched, what was happening right now? And how could it be so wrong if it just felt so good?

My eyes glanced from his down towards his lips, licking my own. I couldn’t fucking take this anymore. Leaning in, my lips smashed against his in a needy type of way, and he didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. It just felt so fucking good, his lips tasted like sweet wine and cigarettes.

His hands went from holding me firmly in his lap back towards my ass, giving it a firm squeeze, mine went flying to his hair, tugging and pulling at it like I wanted to do since the first time I’ve laid eyes on him. He nipped at my lower lip and I gladly opened my mouth up to the invitation, our tongue swirled together in sync in a very heated kiss. He grunted into my mouth, and it sent a vibration down my spine. He stood up and I took the opportunity to snake my legs around his waist, he backed me up against the wall, his hands squeezing and groping my ass one moment, the next running them up to the curves of my hips before back down again.

My own went from pulling at his hair to running them along his back as I tugged his lower lip between my teeth.

He groaned in what seemed like frustration, pulling away from our kiss, we were both breathing heavily, and he looked at me like he was asking if he could keep going. I was quite literally breathless, all I could do give a nod. He grinned, burying his face in the crook of my neck, nipping and biting at the skin. Letting out soft whimpers, trying my best to keep as quiet as I could, he moved downwards to my cleavage and he immediately found a soft spot that I didn’t even know I had. Right above my right tit, he gave it a little nip and I let out a moan instead of a whimper this time. He smirked against my skin before he kept suckling at that same spot. I could feel the heating sensation between my thighs and I knew there was going to be a hickey there later.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, tilting my head back while my mouth fell open, he reached around behind me and began fumbling with the strings of my bikini. He was about to untie it until we heard a very loud voice followed by someone pushing the gate open that led to the pool area.

“We’re back!” Tommy yelled and Nikki quickly pulled back from me and moved to the other side of the jacuzzi, “Oh, hey!” I exclaimed in false excitement. What a cockblock.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked, he was walking around with some blonde on his arm, “Went up to their rooms, mind if we join ya?” He asked but he was already taking his clothes off.

“Sure man,” Nikki said while keeping his eyes fixated on me, “Yeah, but I’m actually headed to bed. Night guys.” I quickly withdrew myself from the jacuzzi, grabbing one of the towels from the chair and wrapping around my body before heading back inside. I was mentally cursing Tommy right now.

I know what I said but Nikki just had this way about him. Shit, I was going to need a cold fucking shower after this.

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BAD THING

dylan jagger lee x fem reader

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[celestica-1988]

Shooting Stars

Desclaimer: MGK!TommyLee x Female Reader

Sometimes luck had the shape of a tall man with fluffy black hair and a lot of make-up.

You just moved in LA, but you were considering came back to your old dear town in Maine because you can’t stand the heat, the fire on the hills and all the weird people you met.

You worked in a bar at your hometown, you worked in a bar now. The difference was that there you know all the people: fishers, old people, the mayor, the doctor, the chief.

You know what they wanted and it was safe healthy food, here you kept pouring alcohol to already drunk people.

What was the goal of a life like this?

Saying to the school mates you kept in contact with that you live in the city of angels?

Fuck that bullshit.

“Hey, Angie.

I’m gonna smoke a cig, are you gonna cover me?”

“Yea, but be careful, small town girl.” You nodded and left, you wanted to smash Angie’s head on the counter since the first time you met her, she was a pure Los Angeles girl and she didn’t miss any chance to remind it to you.

You went out on the back door and lighted up your cigarette.

“Hey, can you give me your lighter?”

You looked at the boy and handed him the piece at a loss of words: he was the most beautiful boy you saw in your life.

“Hey, what’s your name? Mine is Tommy. Tommy Lee.” He kept moving, he must be one of those people always full of energy.

“Y/N.” “You aren’t from here, are you?”

“I’m from Maine, how do you understand? It’s written all over my face?” “The accent is not from California.” He said simply.

“But it could be cool have “Maine” tattooed in your forehead.”

You laughed.

“You’re funny.” “I’m in a band, I must be cool in my own way.” “Really? What band?”

“Mötley Crüe.” Something rang your bell.

“You played at the Whisky a Go Go last Saturday, but I was too far away from the stage and I only saw the singer because he was blonde.” “That’s a shame. When you finish your turn I’m gonna make you meet everyone and maybe I ask you for a date.”

You laughed again, it was months you stopped laugh.

“You run a lot, Tommy boy, but, ok. Find me in front of the bar I work and don’t be late.

Now I gotta go or my mate is gonna kill me.”

You threw away the cigarette and come back inside.

You didn’t think that he could remember his promises, but he did.

And that’s how you met the band.

Nikki was almost as charming as him, but there were a deep pain inside him, sometimes you saw it in his eyes when he wasn’t busy with girls and drugs. Vince was the most flirty and egocentric person you knew.

Despite the fact you came in the apartment with Tommy he tried to hit on you, till the drummer showed him his fist. And you caught him checking his image in the mirror more than one time.

And then there was Mick. He was older than the other guys and seemed the type he always complained about something but in a cool way.

“Oh, God. Tommy you brought at home another fucking teenager.”

You gave him a cold look.

“Hey, old man.

When I was in my own hometown I dealt with drunk piss men drunk bigger than you. And with dealt I mean I kicked them in the ass, so even if I’m just a fucking teenager don’t underestimate me.”

You said calmly, Mick looked at you.

“Hey, drummer! I like this one!”

And so you became friends with everyone and your moving to Los Angeles seemed to have some kind of sense.

………………………………………………………………………..

 Lately you and the guys took the habit to meet at your house.

The Crüe home was always a mess and you were okay  with them making stupid shit  in your living room, but you put a restriction. The only drug permitted in your house was weed, you don’t like saw people blow cocaine or shoot heroin in their veins.

The boys were not that happy but they accepted it.

Right now you were laying on the sofa in the arms of Tommy, that kissed your neck occasionally, you both were smoking a joint. Mick was sipping his usual vodka while Nikki and Vince were rolling other weeds.

“It’s relaxing, isn’t it?” You murmured happily.

Nick snorted, it was crystal clear he wanted at least some cocaine.

“One of my coworkers is Italian.”

“Girl?” Asked Vinnie.

“Yes.”

“Pretty?” “Pretty and engaged, her boyfriend is like a walking wardrobe. He would kill you if you try to hit his girl.”

“Fuck.” They all laugh.

“Go on, kid and ignore this animal.”

“Thank you, Mick.” “You are welcome, Vince.”

When they all stopped teasing Vince you kept your story.

“She told me then the 10th of August in Italy there’s a tradition. You watched shooting star and made a wish upon them, but you don’t have to say it loud or to someone or it didn’t come true.” “That’s cool, baby. What day is today?” “10th of august.” Answered Mick.

“Let’s go into the desert and watched the shooting stars!”

Screamed Tommy.

He became easily excited even over small things and you loved him for that.

“I’ll pass. I want some coke.”

Nikki got up, greeted everyone and left the house.

“Vinnie?”

“I prefer a girl to the desert”

And he went away.

“Mick.” “My back is killing me so I pass and also you two should give up.”

“Why?” “Do you know what there is in the desert?”

“Uhm, sand and cactus?” Tommy answer was uncertain.

“Snakes, scorpions and other poisonous things.

But if you wanna die young, go and see the stars, my friends.” Mick left the house, you looked at Tommy.

“Is it true?”

“Why do you ask to me?”

“Because you grow up here so you should know.” “I don’t know, Y/N.” You were too stoned to listen to the voice in your head that told you to stay at home.

“Oh, who cares! Let’s go!” You took your car’s keys and grab Tommy hands.

“That’s why I love, Y/N. Let’s go to adventure!!!”

You stumbled out from house, closed it in some ways and then jumped in the car.

You were ready for big adventures, like the ones you saw in the movies.

…………………………………………………………………………………………..

There were no one in the desert.

You stopped the car in a stopping place, the headlights lighted up a big ass cactus and nothing else, before got out you took a torch. There were two blankets in the hood, you grabbed them and watched around.

“We can’t put the blanket here, Mick is right. It could be dangerous.” “So?” “Lemme thing, Tommy.” You looked again the big cactus.

“Let’s go on the top of the car, we should be safer.”

“Agree.” You jumped on the hood and with some help from Tommy you reached the top and spread the blanket, you and him laying soon on it. Tommy started to kiss passionately, but you didn’t feel comfortable, so you gently put your hands on his chest.

“No sex here, Tommy.” His look was confused, you never said no to him, even in the weirdest places.

“Why, baby?” He used his puppy eyes, but you didn’t fall for them.

“If we won’t be careful we may fell off from the top.”

Tommy looked at dark that surrounded the car.

“What if a snake bite my dick?

Or a scorpion goes up to my ass?” You sighed.

“Shut up, Tommy and just watched the stars.”

“Okaaaay, Y/N.” You started to watch the stars, pointed the shooting ones and telling each other’s the stupidest things, like childish fears and embarrassing moments of your lives.

Tommy had ton of shit to tell and you wondered how he survived to his current age, he was the kind of person that if saw a lion instead of run away run to look in its mouth.

You were just a girl from a small place, you hadn’t much to tell, but that wasn’t a problem: your boyfriend talk so much that covered your silence.

Slowly, after wishes and stories you felt asleep in his arms.

……………………………………………………………………………..

When you woke up it was cold frozen, like in some mornings in Maine.

Tommy was still asleep, you checked the hood and the rest of the car. There were a thin layer of sand and, on this, signs of things that slither and have a lot of paws: snakes and scorpions.

You woke up Tom and you carefully checked around the car: nobody.

At the other side of the street there were some remains of work in progress, so you took a long bar.

“What are you doing with that?” Tommy was half asleep.

“If some of the beasts around here decided to make a home in my car I’m gonna kill them.” You opened all the car doors and the hood, you checked every inch of the car.

“Ok, it’s safe. Let’s go.” You and Tommy jumped in the car.

You both watched each other’s in the eyes.

“Next time we’ll listen Mick, ok?” “You said it right.” “Yes.” Then you burst in laugh.

Regardless the danger of the beasts it has been a fun night and you hope just the one of a lot to share with Tommy.

Just not in the desert.

You laughed again

[lavenderbones22]

hi! could I request an mgk!tommylee x reader where the reader is pregnant and is very insecure about her body and he comforts her? thank you!!

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[bandpreferences15]

My Brother’s in the Band (Part 2)

Tommy x Reader

Read Part 1 Here

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Summary: Your brother catches you in a compromising position with one of his bandmates and now you have to deal with the aftermath....

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, creepy dudes, Vince being a little shit

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The atmosphere in the green room was nothing like you’d expected to find before a show, but then again, it wasn’t every day that your brother caught you in a heated makeout session with his new bandmate. You and Tommy sat on opposite ends of the dirty green room couch, the aforementioned piece of furniture vibrating slightly as a result of Tommy’s knee bouncing up and down nervously. Mick paced quietly in front of you, every once in a while stopping to open his mouth as if he were going to speak before shaking his head and resuming his conflicted walking. You spared a glance at the lanky drummer. He had slouched back against the ragged cushions, chewing on his thumbnail. He looked terrified. It was adorable. 

You knew your brother wouldn’t actually hurt him. Mick was never one to take out his frustrations on someone else. He would much rather lock himself in a room and compose a mean guitar riff. Nikki sat cross-legged on one of the vanity tables, nearly bouncing with joy. He couldn’t wait to see how this one turned out. The awkward silence in the room was broken when a whirlwind of blonde hair and leather pants stumbled into the room.

“Sorry I’m la- well hello.” The singer’s eyes landed on you, turning up the charm. 

“I wouldn’t go there, Vince....” Tommy mumbled, earning a smirk from you.

“You don’t get to talk!” Mick pointed at Tommy, the threatening look returning to his eyes.

Vince looked over at Nikki who was currently motioning between you and Mick and mouthing ‘sister’. 

“Oh shit! this is your sister?! Well, man, I guess we know who got the looks in that family!” Vince stated, prompting a laugh from everyone but your seething brother.

“She’s off limits, you fucking child. Seeing her with one of you was quite enough. I have no desire to witness anything of the sort ever again!” Mick yelled. Vince looked confused as he turned to Nikki, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me. This one’s on Tommy.” Vince smiled, leaning forward to  clap Tommy on the shoulder.

“Good work, Tommy boy! You know, if you’re up for sharing...” Vince wiggled his eyebrows, jumping back as Tommy swung at him.

“Shut up, man. It’s not like that!” 

You barely had enough time to stand from the uncomfortable sofa and place a firm hand on your brother’s chest before he attacked the smaller blonde. There was fire in Mick’s eyes and you thanked every higher power there was for the backstage worker who came in to announce they were ready to begin.

“Um, sorry to interrupt, but we’re ready for you.” The man clutched his clipboard to his chest protectively, almost looking like he was ready to use it as a shield in case anything was thrown at him. 

You patted Mick reassuringly.

“Go get your guitar and kick some ass.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah I know whose ass I’ll be kicking...” he said under his breath. You glanced back at Tommy, who had strategically placed himself between Nikki and Vince in the line to get out of the room. You gave him a small smile, desperately hoping that your brother hadn’t scared him off. Granted, your meeting hadn’t been the conventional type, but there was something different about him. 

--After the show--

The boys returned to the green room in a haze of sweat and cigarette smoke, the vibe in the building still buzzing with the hype of the new band. You were beyond surprised when you were lifted into a sweaty hug and spun around. Tommy placed you back on the ground quickly stepping away, his hands up as the smile dropped from his face.

“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t-” You were about to tell him that it was fine, that you were proud of them when -

“Y/N!” Your brother wandered into the room, thankfully having missed Tommy’s affections. “What did you think?” he asked nervously. You’d known Mick your whole life, he was your big brother...the brave one. This was a side of him you’d rarely see. He was seeking your approval. You pulled him into a hug, not really surprised when he didn’t reciprocate. 

“I’ve never seen anything like it, Mick. You guys really are something.” you said as you pulled away, not missing the slightest of smiles that passed over your brother’s lips. “I’m gonna go get some celebratory drinks! You guys clean up your stuff and I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“I think I’m gonna have a smoke before we start. Back in a flash.” Tommy said, that megawatt smile back on his face, clearly happy with how the show went. You wandered out of the room into the small back hallway that lead from the green room back to the main bar room. You fanned yourself slightly with the band flier you brother had given you that morning, the stuffiness in the air getting worse as you entered the room full of people. 

Squeezing your way up to the bar, you were attempting to flag down the bartender when you felt a hand on your wrist. A glance behind you provided an unsavory view of a clearly drunk man flanked by two others. The one who now had a firm grip on your wrist, smiled menacingly, the drink in his hand sloshing out of the glass as he swayed on his feet. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” he slurred, tugging you closer, your elbow now bent painfully as he held your wrist against his chest. 

“I’m not alone, now please let me go.” You said calmly, though your racing heartbeat would have given you away if anyone could hear it. 

Surprisingly, he released you as the bartender came over to take your order. You’d assumed that he’d gone, but after the bartender placed the tray of shots in front of you, you were yanked backward, the creep’s hand on your hip, slowly sliding around your stomach. You struggled in his grip, trying to stomp on his foot in an effort to make him let go. 

“Hey! Ass wipe! Get the fuck off.” Tommy’s raised voice echoed despite the crowded bar. A few people around you stepped back as Tommy shouldered his way to your side, no doubt hoping to avoid being caught in the impending brawl. You could smell the cigarette smoke and night air on his T-shirt as he sidled up next to you, grabbing the man’s hand from your waist and shoving him back a few feet. The creep stumbled back, his glass crashing to the ground as his friends caught him. 

Tommy gently took your hand in one of his, the other reaching around you to pick up the tray of shots from the bar. You’d nearly made it back to the hallway door when you heard a booming voice behind you.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, boy? Why don’t you go on home and let the adults play. I’m sure the little whore wouldn’t mind sticking around.” Tommy dropped the tray of shots on a nearby high-top table, rage clearly boiling in him. He let go of your hand, gearing up for a swing when you caught his wrist.

“Tommy, don’t” He look at you in utter confusion.

“This son of a bitch called you a whore. That’s not fucking okay!” he yelled, trying to shake you off. You kept a firm grip on him. You could see the smallest amount of softness return to his eyes as he sighed.

“Don’t.” you repeated. The man and his friends laughed. Tommy’s jaw clenched as he reached to pick up the tray once again, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were following him. His eyes widened in shock when he realized that you were not in fact behind him, but instead stalking toward the man who’d just been harassing you.

“Ah. See! I told you she’d be ba-” the large man stumbled backward as your fist made contact with his nose. You stretched your fingers, trying to shake the pain from your hand.

“Fuck, that hurt way more than I thought it would.” you mumbled.

“Jesus chr-” Tommy dropped the tray, his long legs taking him the few steps he needed to get to you. “Are you insane?!” he grabbed your arm, ushering you back to the green room. You snatched a shot from the tray, downing it quickly in an attempt to numb the pain in your hand.

You’d just opened the double door leading back to the green room hallway when you found yourself face to face with your brother. Tommy’s hand immediately dropped from the small of your back.

“Listen, Mick before you go all ‘crazed big brother’ on me again, don’t blame Tommy. He was just-”  

Mick held up a hand, effectively silencing you. He smiled, like, actually smiled.

“Nice punch.” You stared at him, open-mouthed in shock. 

“Why don’t you take that in to the boys. I’m sure they’re more than ready for a drink. He nodded toward the tray in your hand. You nodded slowly, making your way into the green room where you were rushed by a smiling Nikki who happily nicked two of the shot glasses from your tray. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Do you mind? I’d get up, but...” Vince’s wicked smirk looked up from the couch, the two women draped across him making you scoff. You placed two shot glasses on the small coffee table in front of him.

You were about to hand one to your brother when you realized he wasn’t in the room....and neither was Tommy....

[bandpreferences15]

Maybe? Maybe.

Tommy x Reader

Requested by Anon:  Can I please request a Tommy Lee x Reader where her friends are wannabe groupies but she just wants to meet the band whose music she idolizes, when tommy sees how her friends are with the other band members assumes she's just another groupie, offends her and has to pull out all the stops to try and apologize until she insists dinner would make up for it?

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When your friends had suggested that the four of you go to a Mötley Crüe show, you were beyond excited. You lived for the heart pounding, hair flying, crowd screaming madness that came along with them. You’d never admit it, but you had a scrapbook of newspaper clippings and magazine articles about them stashed under your bed. 

The honking of a car horn outside your house snapped you from your thoughts and you grabbed you jacket, dashing out the door before anyone in your family could comment on how you were dressed. The car ride to the venue was full of chatter, mostly about how desperately your friends were trying to get into the band members’ pants. 

“You know I’ve got a thing for bassists,” one of them said, pulling your attention from the cassettes you’d stashed in your purse, hoping to get at least one of them signed. “Tell me honestly, Y/N” she flipped her hair over her shoulder, adjusting her top so even more of her bra was visible “Nico would totally sleep with me, right?” 

You sighed, turning to look out the window. Why are we friends again? You thought to yourself. 

“His name is Nikki. And you can try your luck.” you inwardly rolled your eyes, silently wishing for the car ride from hell to be over. After standing in line for what felt like a decade, you finally made your way into the venue. The show went off without a hitch, each band member performing as if it were the last show they were ever going to play. When they had finished and exited the stage, your friend grabbed your arm, nearly dragging you to the nearest exit so you could be first in line out at the tour bus. You dug a marker and some of your cassettes out of your purse on the way, unable to hide your excitement. The four of you were crammed up against a barricade, a hundred other girls pushing and shoving in an attempt to get closer to the door the band would be coming out of.

 The minute the door opened and the leather-clad singer emerged, one of your friends lifted up her top in an attempt to get his attention. Unsurprisingly, it worked and, before you knew it, Vince Neil was standing a mere three feet away from you and flirting with your friend. You were speechless, unable to form any sort of coherent thought other than “Holy Balls Vince Neil is in front of me”.

This process repeated with each remaining member of the band. Mick seemed disinterested, giving the crowd of screaming girls a wave before disappearing into the bus. Nikki moved down the line, signing a few bras and slipping a few pairs of panties into his pocket. As he reached your friend, she climbed over the barricade fence, much to the dismay of the security team. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a kiss composed of entirely too much tongue. 

Unbeknownst to you, the lanky drummer had witnessed your friends’ interactions with his bandmates and gave you a dirty look as you called out his name. 

“Tommy! Would you-” The marker and cassettes clutched in your hands were nearly knocked from your grasp as a girl behind you grabbed the back of your shirt, pulling you away from the edge of the fence. Tommy walked over when he noticed what you were holding. 

“I’ve seen this before, you know. The whole ‘damsel in distress’ ploy to get our attention. It worked the first few times but I wish people would come up with something more original.”

Your jaw dropped. You’d always heard the Tommy was the sweet one, but right now he was kind of a dick. 

“Excuse me?” you crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at the drummer. “I was going to congratulate you on a great show and how much I admire you, but now I think I’d rather go home.” You shoved your belongings back into your bag and were turning to leave when Tommy’s voice stopped you.

“Wait!” You wanted so badly to keep moving, unshed tears burning at the corners of your eyes. There was a loud commotion behind you, the screaming girls reaching a new volume as a gentle hand grasped your wrist. You whirled around to find Tommy Lee looking down at you sheepishly. You were stunned. He had actually jumped the fence to come after you. A dozen girls around you pushed to get to him, grabbing at his clothes, trying to touch his hair... yet he seemed completely focused on you. Three security guards were attempting to hold back the sea of women, all of them pleading for Tommy to get back on the other side of the fence. 

“What are you doing?! You’re going to get in trouble!” You panicked, attempting to push him back toward the fence. Your efforts were fruitless seeing as he was much taller and stronger than you. He stood still, staring at you with such curiosity. 

“Tommy!” He seemed to snap back to reality when you said his name, reluctantly moving to climb back over the fence. 

“Wait... so that whole thing where that girl grabbed you was’t planned?” he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. “You weren’t being dramatic to get me to notice you and take you back to our hotel?”  You shook your head, reaching into your purse. 

“All I wanted to do tonight was see a great show by a great band and maybe get my shit signed.” you said, producing the little tape cased in hard plastic, the disappointment clear in your voice.

Tommy’s face dropped, a feeling of regret settling in his gut.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” he hung his head. “I’m so used to girls throwing themselves at us that I forget that some of them are actually cool.” He shrugged before looking at you quizzically. “What’s your name?”

“Why? Are you going to accuse me of being a shameless groupie again?” you challenged. He looked a bit taken aback. He wasn’t used to girls who played ‘hard to get’. 

“Please tell me? I already feel like a total asshole.” he pouted.

“Maybe I shouldn’t tell you.” you quipped, “Maybe I should just leave you wondering...”

Wait...were you flirting with him?! 

You could feel your cheeks heat up, the confidence you’d exuded just seconds before seeming to vanish. 

“I-it’s Y/N.” Tommy couldn’t stop the grin that crossed his face, his somewhat cocky nature making its return. 

Tommy plucked the tape and marker from your hand, uncapping the marker with his teeth. He scribbled something on the tape before handing the two items back to you with a smirk. You gingerly took them, your gaze moving down, curious to see what he’d written.  

“Wait! Don’t read it yet!” he said with a sly smile, cupping his hands over yours and blocking your view of the hard plastic. A security guard quickly walked up behind him and attempted to usher him into the bus. Tommy clung to the barricade fence like a small child who was desperate not to be sent to bed.

“Wait!” He shook himself free of the guard’s hold, returning to stand in front of you. He gently held your wrist. “Can I call you?” he asked shyly, the romantic you’d read about making an appearance. “I’m in town for another few days and I want to make up for being an ass.” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, secretly terrified that you’d say no. 

You uncapped the marker, quickly scribbling your phone number onto his forearm as another security guard called for him to hurry up. 

“So is that a yes?” he called, the security guards finally getting fed up with waiting for him and actually lifting him from where he stood and dragging his large frame back to the bus. 

“Not exactly..” you called back, a wicked smirk gracing your lips.

“Fine! Is it a maybe?”

‘Maybe.” He flashed you a smile before being shoved through the bus door. 

Bonus:

After locating your friends, the four of you piled back into the car, your friends ranting about how none of them were able to hook up with any of the band members. You pulled the cassette tape out of your purse, smiling when you finally read what Tommy had written.

TL+Y/N  was written in a heart and the date was written beneath it.

You didn’t know it yet, but that cassette tape would make another appearance as a centerpiece at yours and Tommy’s wedding four years later. 

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The Dirt Masterlist

Tommy:

My Brother’s in the Band  

+Part 1 

+ Part 2 

Mama

Here Now     

+Part 1

+ Part 2

The Life of a “Tour Mom” 

+ Part 1

Watch and Learn (Tommy x Goth!Reader)

+ Buzzing

+ When I’m With You

+ Maybe? Maybe.

Nikki:

The One

Busted 

Secrets and Cigarettes

Someone You Loved

Vince:

Borrowing

Mick:

Mick’s Imaginary Friend

Mötley Crüe x Reader

Hey, I love you

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Borrowing

Vince x Reader, Tommy x Reader (Brother/Sister)

A/N: My titles suck, I’m so sorry

Masterlist

“GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS YOU SON OF A BITCH!” you take a flying leap out of one of the tour bus bunks, landing monkey-style on the back of a certain lanky drummer.

“Hey, watch it! That bitch is your mother too!” Tommy yells, still holding the red leather out of your reach. He laughs and arches his back in an attempt to get you to fall off. You nearly lose your balance when a pair of hands grips your hips, steadying you. You spare a glance over your shoulder to find a smiling blonde behind you. Vince winks at you, mouthing ‘let go”. You raise an eyebrow, confused.

Tommy’s wide stance was intended to keep his own balance but left him completely vulnerable to Vince who was gearing up to deliver a swift kick to the balls. The minute Vince’s boot connected to Tommy’s ‘family jewels’ the drummer pitched forward, crumpling in pain. You barely had enough time to release your hold on his T-shirt before he landed on the floor of the bus, Vince’s arm around your waist being the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground.

The singer held you tightly against his muscular chest, his chin coming to rest against your shoulder. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck before setting you down, stepping gingerly over a writhing Tommy to pluck your leather pants from where they’s fallen. He holds them out to you, a wicked smirk on his face. 

“Wear these for me later?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, not so subtly biting his lower lip. 

“Oh, God. I already know you’re fucking my sister. Isn’t that torture enough? You don’t have to flirt with her in front of me!” Tommy whines from the floor, prompting a chuckle from you and a light nudge from the toe of Vince’s boot. 

“How you doing down there, buddy?” Vince asks, trying to hold back a laugh as he pats Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy groans, trying to get to his feet.

“I think my dick is broken. Y/N, It’s up to you to continue the Lee family line.” he says dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. 

“Oh, that won’t be a problem .” Vince smirks wickedly. 

“Better get some ice on that!” he calls, throwing you over his shoulder and giving your ass a light smack as he locks the back door of the bus behind him.

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Mama

Lowkey living for the HC that Tommy calls his girl ‘Mama”

Masterlist

+ “HEY, MAMA!. Lookin’ Good!” he follows this statement with a big wave and low whistle as you read a magazine in the front row of that night’s concert venue, your legs propped up on the seat next to you.

+“Hey, mama, you cold?” he asks, shedding his leather jacket so he can drape it around your shoulders.

+ “Mmmm, mama, that feels nice...”  he slurs, drunkenly, as you’re attempting to remove his stage makeup  with a warm washcloth after a long night of partying.

+”Watcha makin’, Mama? Smells good...” he hums, dipping his finger into the bowl you’d been stirring and popping it into his mouth.

+”Later, Mama. I’ll see you in a few weeks. I’ll call every night. I promise.” he whispers in the crowded airport, thumbing the tears from your cheeks and placing a kiss on your nose.

+”Ahhhh...yesss, mama. Do that again...” he moans against your lips as you grind against him while you’re making out on the tour bus.

And a personal favorite:

+ “Hey Mama! Wave to Mama!” he calls, pointing you out to your two year old daughter balanced on his knee as they sit behind his drum kit during a rehearsal.

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Buzzing

Tommy x Reader

Anon requested: Okay we all know how hot the Tommy Lee side shave era was, so could you possibly write something about Tommy having the reader shave his head for him? Honestly domestic fluff/romance is such a vibe rn

A/N: I was legit so excited to write this. Domestic Tommy is my weakness. I just want to squish his stupid adorable face

Warnings: fluff, some suggestive themes *wink wink*, my obsession with Tommy calling his girl ‘Mama’

Masterlist

The tour bus windows were cracked open just the slightest bit, a welcome breeze flowing through the stinking vehicle. Living with four guys was one thing, but living with four guys in a bus  was completely different. To put it nicely, they were absolute slobs.  

 Balancing one hand on your knee, the most stable object ( and probably the cleanest) on the bus, you shook the little glass bottle in your other hand. You had just dragged the little brush across your thumbnail and were about to dip in for more polish when a heavy object clattered to the tabletop in front of you and a tall brunette shoved you further into the booth. You jumped, narrowly avoiding covering the seat cushions and the other person occupying them. 

“Hi, Tommy. No I’m not doing anything that requires a great deal of hand-eye coordination...” you mumbled sarcastically. Painting your nails on a moving bus was hard enough when you weren’t getting interrupted by your boyfriend.

“Hey, baby” Tommy pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m bored. Wanna cut my hair?”  You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What?” The drummer pinched a lock of hair between his fingers and shook it lightly, nodding toward the table in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the object that had startled you was an electric shaver. 

“OH MY GOD YOU WANT TO SHAVE YOUR HEAD?!” you panicked.

Tommy just laughed, shaking his head.

“No! Not all of it!” He gathered a little from the side and held it away from the side of his face. “Maybe just this much?” He glanced back at you, stifling a laugh at the shocked expression still on your face. “Relax, babe. There will still be plenty for you to hang on to.” he winked.

You gave his shoulder a light shove, gently grasping his wrist to make him let go of the chunk of hair he was holding. You brushed the wayward strands out of his eyes and lightly held his chin between your thumb and forefinger. Tommy’s eyes closed and he smiled softly as you gently turned his face back and forth. 

“I think it’ll look good.” you said, releasing your hold on him. Tommy pouted when he opened his eyes.

“I was about 99% sure you were going to kiss me just then , but ok...” 

You giggled, pressing a quick peck to his lips before climbing over him and out of the booth, nail polish long forgotten as you basked in the revelation that you’d be playing hairdresser for your boyfriend. You took his hand, hauling him up from the bench. He grabbed the shaver off the table as you led him to the tiny bus bathroom.

“You’re gonna try to fit both of us in there?” Tommy questioned, pausing outside the doorway. 

“Tommy, we have been in here at the same time on multiple occasions. It’ll be fine.” you countered.

“Yeah, but that was different. Those were times that didn’t require any space between us.” He wiggled his eyebrows, reaching for your hips. 

“Are you stalling, Mr. Lee?” you laughed, grabbing the shaver from him and moving him to sit against the little sink. Tommy looked slightly panicked at the sight of you with an electric shaver in your hand and a mischievous glint in your eye. “Relax, babe. We’ll start small. If you hate it, we’ll stop.” You paused, thinking of the least messy approach to shaving off your boyfriend’s hair. You grabbed a comb and a stray scrunchie from the edge of the sink. (Vince would never admit it but he loved those things)

 Holding the edge of the comb to Tommy’s scalp, you stopped. 

“You’re too tall, I can’t reach.”

Tommy chuckled, moving to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. You got to work parting his hair, tying off the section that would be staying with the scrunchie. You tapped the comb against your lips. 

“What are you thinking about?” Tommy questioned, his knee beginning to bounce slightly. 

“Take your shirt off.”

Tommy’s eyes widened.

“Well, that’s not where I thought this was going but ok!” he grinned, grasping the back of the shirt and hauling it over his head, tossing it behind you. He slipped two fingers into the belt loops of your jeans and attempted to pull you closer but you batted his hands away. 

“Jesus, Tommy! That’s not what I meant!” You rolled your eyes, hiding a smile behind your hand as a look of disappointment crossed Tommy’s face. “It’ll be easier to clean the hair off you than it’ll be to get it out of the fabric.”

“Oh...” Tommy sighed dramatically, placing his hands back to your waist. “Do your worst, baby.” he winked, nodding to the shaver. 

You pressed the power button, the device coming to life in your hand. 

“Ok, here we go!” You squealed as you ran the shaver along the side of Tommy’s head, the little metal blades chopping away at the locks you loved so much. You triumphantly held up the long strands you’d just cut. 

Tommy closed his eyes, settling back a bit.

“Keep going, mama. I trust you.” he said softly, gently using his thumbs to rub circles against your hips or the backs of your thighs. You worked in comfortable silence with the occasional giggle from Tommy as a falling bit of hair tickled his collarbone. 

When you had finished, you turned the shaver off, gently brushing the loose bits of hair from Tommy’s ear and shoulder. He moaned contentedly, nearly having dozed off. He stood up, brushing some clippings from his jeans as he squished behind you in the tiny space. He was flush against your back as he looked in the mirror, sliding his fingers along the newly short side. 

“I love it.”

“Really? I did ok?” you bit your thumbnail nervously, thinking he was messing with you. Tommy wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head and grinning.

“Really. It’s badass. Thanks, Mama.” He pressed a kiss to your temple before moving to your cheek and trailing a few more down your neck. 

“Wanna test drive it?” he smirked. You gave him a playful shove.

“I have to clean up the small animal’s worth of hair we just chopped off you, you horny little shit!” you laughed, turning in his arms. Resting your forearms on his shoulders, you gently dragged your fingertips along the shaved side of his scalp.

“But I could be persuaded...” you smirked, biting your lip. 

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When I’m With You

Tommy x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: So we all know Tommy’s romantic... so I can totally see him secretly being into this song and maybe singing or humming it to his love 😍😘 As far as sappy 80s love songs go, this might take the cake 😂 This is also reeeeeallllly long and also

Warnings: swearing, snuggly boi Tommy

When I’m With You: Sheriff

I never needed love like I need you

And I never lived for nobody like I live for you

 You swore softly as you entered the darkened hotel room, a pair of Tommy’s boots unsurprisingly sitting directly inside the door. You dragged your suitcase inside, using your foot to slide your husband’s shoes somewhere where they’d be less of a trip hazard. You glanced at the sleeping body in the bed and sighed with relief when you realized you hadn’t woken him. You tiptoed the rest of the way into the room, careful to avoid the dirty laundry and drumsticks littering the floor.

 You hadn’t seen Tommy in more than a month, the tour and your job keeping the two of you so busy you rarely had time to even speak on the phone. Two weeks ago, you received a letter that Tommy had written you. A Letter. An actual handwritten letter. Before you’d gotten married, you’d told him about how your father had written letters to your mother while he was away on business trips. You loved hearing about the places your father had been and the look on your mother’s face as she read them always mad you smile. Tommy had scoffed and called you a sap so, when you received a letter from him, you nearly burst into tears.

++Two Weeks Ago++

Hi, Y/N, wait. I can do better 

Dear y/n... shit WHY AM I BAD AT THIS

Hey Baby, 

We were in Chicago the other day and we had this pizza you would have loved. The little shop had those mismatched salt and pepper shakers you like. I wanted to swipe some to bring home for you, but Doc said no. I’m in my bunk right now so I’m sorry if my handwriting looks shitty. (I will totally blame it on the moving bus and not on the fact that my handwriting is shitty to begin with.) 

I miss you. I miss you so damn much. I’ve been trying to find a time to come home to see you, even if it’s just for the day, but we have so many gigs and interviews scheduled, they won’t let me leave. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I know how much you hate leaving work, you don’t have to take time off because I’m being a whiny bitch. Besides, if you take a few days off, you’ll be complaining that that Todd guy stole your stapler again while you were gone.

How are your mom’s rose bushes doing? Someone said the weather was getting chilly out there and I was worried about them. Did you notice how tiny the space on this hotel stationary is?! I can hardly fit anything between these little borders! You know who has cool stationary? Doc. It has his name on it and everything!

 Anyway, I miss you. See you soon, babe.

I love you,

Tommy

You laughed through your tears at your boyfriend’s scatterbrained letter. His little scribblings tugging at your heartstrings. He might be a reckless, badass rock star on the outside, but he was an absolute sweetheart on the inside. After reading the letter, you folded it carefully, placed it in your pocket and went off to book a plane ticket.  That was how you found yourself hugging Doc and murmuring a ‘thank you’ as he handed you the extra key to Tommy’s room.

++Present Time++

You picked up the miscellaneous articles of clothing on the floor as you made your way toward the bed. Tommy had kicked half the covers off, the duvet on the floor and the lower half of his body covered only by the thin white cotton sheet. He snored softly, a few strands of his long hair rising and falling as a result of the breaths passing his lips. You sat on the corner of the mattress, simply admiring him for a moment. His muscles rippled under the bare skin of his back as he shifted to lay on his stomach, his long arms circling one of the pillows as he nuzzled his face further into it. You slipped your shoes off, walking on your knees until you were straddling Tommy’s lower back. Smoothing your hands over his warm skin, he groaned as you leaned down to press a kiss to his shoulder blade. Suddenly, he stiffened.

“I don’t know who let you in here, but I have a wife. A wife I love very much so if you’re looking for a quick fuck, I suggest you go find someone else.”  

You chuckled softly to yourself, Tommy’s word warming your heart. 

“And I’m sure that wife of yours would really appreciate it if you’d roll over and give her a kiss.”

Tommy’s head snapped up from his pillow, looking over his shoulder to where you were seated on his back. His eyes widened comically and he struggled clumsily to turn over, his long legs getting tangled in the sheets.

“Oh my God!” He sat up quickly, nearly knocking your foreheads together. He took your face in his hands and blinked slowly as if he wasn’t sure if he was awake or dreaming. 

Bringing your fingertips to his jaw, you traced the light stubble that had grown there.

“Hi, honey.” you murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips as you smoothed down his messy bedhead. Tommy let out a huge sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and threw his arms around you, pulling the both of you back down to the pillows so you were resting on top of him.

“You’re real. You’re actually here.” His thumb swiped back and forth against your cheek as you cuddled closer to him. Tommy took a deep breath, nuzzling against you as he closed his eyes again. 

“You smell nice” he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. “It’s so much better than the bus.” 

You laughed, sitting up a bit.

“Well I sure as hell hope I smell better than your bus!” Tommy pouted, making grabby hands toward you.

“You’re too far away. Let me love you, damn it!” He interlocked your fingers, pulling you down gently so you were leaning over him, noses nearly touching. You leaned forward slightly, bumping your nose against his. Tommy grinned playfully, arms gripping your waist as he attempted to flip you under him. His long legs, still tangled in the sheets, made this task difficult so he settled for being half on top of you, one arm under your head and the other lightly drawing shapes where your shirt had ridden up. He placed soft kisses on your nose, each of your cheeks, and finally your lips. This kiss was one you’d only felt once before: the moment after the two of you were married. Tommy didn’t need to speak to tell you how much he loved you... how much he missed you. Everything you needed to know was poured into that one kiss. Leaving you breathless, he pulled away. Laying his head on the pillow beside yours, he pressed his lips to your forehead, pulling you tightly to his chest and sighing in contentment.

You snuggled into him, thankful for the comfortable silence between the two of you. Tommy’s hand slid up under your shirt, gently tracing up and down your spine. You shivered slightly and he smirked when you snuggled closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone. 

“I love you” Tommy whispered.

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Pickup line prompts

I was looking for a cheesy pickup line for one of my imagines and stumbled across a list of some of the cringey ones from the 70s so I had to turn it into a prompt list 😂

You’re once, twice, three times a lady.

Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back.

Nice dress. Can I talk you out of it?

I hope you know CPR, baby, because you take my breath away.

Is that a mirror in your pants because I can see myself in them.

Would you mind loaning me a quarter? [What for?] I want to call my mother and tell her I just met the woman of my dreams.

I think there’s something wrong with my eyes…I can’t take them off of you.

Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be what they call ‘FINE PRINT’!

How was heaven when you left it?

You got something on your chest: my eyes

My watch says you’re not wearing pants. [Uh, yeah I am?] Oh sorry, my watch must be 10 minutes fast.

Have you ever kissed a rabbit between the ears? [Pull your pockets inside out] Would you like to?

[Looks at the tag in her shirt] I just wanted to see if you were really made in heaven.

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Hey, I love you

Holy balls you guys!! We hit 2,700 followers and I legit don’t know what to say so take this imagine as a token of my gratitude 😍😊😘💕❤😚

Masterlist

Mötley Crüe x Reader

Pre-show jitters were a thing of the past for Mötley Crüe. They’d been touring long enough to know what worked and what didn’t. You, on the other hand, still got nervous before they performed.The only thing set in stone was the setlist, which had to be approved by both the label and the tour manager. Everything else could change at the drop of a hat. Nikki might decide to smash a guitar on an amp. Tommy might decide to spray booze on the crowd as the band left the stage. Vince might decide that he did not in fact want to wear the outfit that he himself had insisted on having for the tour. The spontaneity of these possibilities was thrilling but at the same time, terrifying. You never knew if one of them would get hurt, but you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy watching it all go down. 

Tonight was no different. For this particular show, Tommy decided that he wasn’t going to wear pants, much to Mick’s chagrin. Nikki and Vince were no help, only egging him on and even going so far as to joke that Tommy should go on naked, something that the drummer actually considered before you quickly shut it down. 

“Not happening, Lee. You’re lucky Doc hasn’t tried to fire you for the stunt with the pants yet.” you said, tossing him a sweat towel to keep behind his kit. You gave Nikki’s hair one last spray and adjusted the band on Mick’s top hat, turning to Vince once you’d finished. He was pouting and fidgeting, obviously uncomfortable in the red and black leather pants. he opened his mouth to speak but you held up a hand.

“Too late now, Vinny-boy. If you would’ve stuck with the outfit you’d already been fitted for, it wouldn’t feel like your balls were suffocating. Leave those pants for me after the show and we’ll see what wardrobe can do to make them fit a little better.” Vince chuckled, knowing you were right about his outfit change.

“How do we look, Y/N?” Mick asked. You stood back slightly to look the four of them over. Then it struck you: they’d truly made it. The little, no-name band you’d met at the office store where they’d come to print the fliers for their first gig. The band that literally survived on the phrase ‘Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll’.

“Y/N?” Nikki’s voice broke you out of your reverie. You gave them a teary smile and a thumbs up. 

After a few pats on the back, the boys turned to the stairs that would take them to the upper level of the stage. You took a few steps toward them.

“Hey!” They all whirled around to face you. “I love you guys.”

And with huge smiles on their faces, Mötley Crüe took the stage once again.

Thank you all so, so, so, much for all your support!!