Watching the Dirt again and I swear guys the opening party scene in the Mötley House is my favorite part. Why? Well I have a LIST:
The fact that I’m pretty sure it was all done in one shot???? The amount of work that had to have gone into choreographing that scene is incredible!
We are introduced to all the band members and their personalities in a very concise way.
For Tommy, we see he’s young, energetic, and like Nikki says, makes a lot of bad choices. He doesn’t even think before going down on that girl.
For Nikki, we see he’s intense and pretty intimidating; also him lighting his sleeve on fire can either demonstrate how he was almost always on something (based on how his eyes look) or how he just never thought things through.
It also, to a smaller extent, introduces us to the Terror Twins, since they’re both shown one after the other making really stupid choices.
I also love how Nikki just seems mildly fascinated by the fact that his fucking jacket sleeve is on fire. Like “Oh hey, would ya look at that?”
For Vince, we see that he’s the band’s resident fuckboi, willing to fuck anything that moves. And also how it’s pretty much second-nature to him, given that Nikki said in the voiceover that he was thinking not about the girl he was fucking but about how good he looked in the poster on the wall.
And for Mick, we see that he is not like the three other party animals at all, never really into that stuff, and that he’d rather just go off somewhere and lie down with his arms crossed like a vampire than party till the sun comes up. That gives the audience the hint that he’s serious about his craft, not just in it for the partying.
(I’m sorry but I just love her podcast it’s hilarious)
“Hey. Hey, are you in the band?” “What band?”
“And Mick Mars. He’s an alien.”
The scene perfectly encapsulates their party lifestyle, with it happening all around them the entire shot.
I mean damn you could even argue that the kid puking into the trash can at the beginning (when the camera is outside the apartment) foreshadows how the high of success they were all riding on suddenly comes to a screeching halt starting with the car accident. Because drinking is fun at first, until you puke and wake up the next morning with a terrible hangover.
And of course, shout out to the effects team for figuring out how to show the girl Tommy was going down on... yeah. Doing that.
The fact that everyone’s watching and cheering makes me laugh so hard for some reason. Also how Brittany whirls around and looks incredibly shocked at what’s going on in here on this day.
In conclusion, this scene is only two minutes long, and you’d think I’d have some other favorite scene to gush about, but NOPE I LOVE THIS SCENE. It is a perfect introduction to Mötley Crüe and what they were all about, and I’m simply giving it the appreciation it deserves.
Hey Vince and Mike, what the fuck 🤣🤣
Egg burritos??? Wiping your dicks with them??? Marlon Brando fucking a duck????
Theatre of Pain era
Nikki on fire literally, Vince on fire figuratively
Im posting the last chapter of my Neil Season 3 fanfic soon!!
as an italian, it's very important for me to know what kind of spaghetti did the girl of the "spaghetti incident" throw up... was it carbonara? plain tomato sauce? spaghetti all'arrabbiata? i need answers
Do any of you feel uneasy when you look at Vince? He is hot as hell obviously but at the same time he reeks of bad vibes.
My requests are open and I just wanted to make it easier for everyone to be able to request and get what you want. My biggest fear with writing requests is giving you something you don’t want so I thought this would be the easiest way,
“It has been said that Razzle and Vince from Mötley Crüe were best friends, but that is not true. They only met a few times, barely knowing each other. Razzle liked him, but they were mostly just drunk friends. ”
Michael Monroe on Razzle's and Vince's "Friendship"
Fighting with the GF
Going To The Carnival
Word Count: 1501
Warning: 18+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Do not read if you are not 18. petplay. Dom/sub relationship. Shame kink. Dirty Talk. Language. Handjob.
Summary: You are Vince’s “owner”. He dresses up for you before a show and you collar him and tell him all the plans you have for him after his set.
This was a Anonymous request: “Sub Vince x Dom reader. So maybe he dresses up in something to get her attention? Something that would turn her on. (Ya know like fishnets or something). She knows what he’s doing, so he sits on her lap while she tells him all the dirty things she’ll do to him in the bedroom. Tights would be cool. Maybe bondage or petplay?”
A/N: I appreciate feedback. I’m trying to write more styles and ideas to get better. I am taking requests to help me get out of my comfort zone. Thank you for reading.
Your eyes were fixated on him. He was wearing these fishnet stockings and an oversized baseball jersey that swayed over his thighs, every time he moved. The silky material of the jersey shimmered slightly in the light and just drew even more attention to the blonde. But he loved the attention and feeling of eyes on him.
His legs looked incredible. The way his thighs flexed as he walked around backstage had you licking your lips. The same thighs you could imagine squeezing under your own, feeling the stockings over your bare skin as you rode his thighs. Making him watch you cum over and over again. You wanted those stockings to be a sticky mess of you and Vince.
He was teasing you, putting on a little show because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of him. Knowing that Vince had dressed up for you just made your gaze even more intense on him. You watched from the side of the stage as he slid past everyone headed to his dressing room before the show, probably to touch up his makeup.
You closed the door behind you when you entered and watched Vince look at you through the mirror, his hand on the kohl eyeliner that he was adding. He was so beautiful with his sweet blonde hair and bright eyes searching for approval from you.
“Hi Kitten.” the way he beamed at his nickname, the slight blush from his joy tickling his cheeks as you sat down on the couch, holding your arms out for him to come sit with you. He slid onto your lap cuddling into you, the fishnets scratching your legs as he got comfortable. Your fingers traced the diamond patterns, feeling him squirm as you worked your way up. “I have a present for you, pet.” You stopped yourself from continuing going higher on his thigh, reaching into the bag and pulling out the gold box.
Vince took it, tearing away the paper and opening the velvet box to reveal the silk choker with a black bow, a silver heart with the name ‘Kitten’ engraved on it. Attached to the heart dangling was a little bell that tinkled when it moved. He flipped it over and saw ‘Owner: Y/N’. He was pushing his blonde hair, trying to get it on. Your fingers eased him, steadying his hands as you clipped it to his neck, tracing over the silk and toying with the bell.
“I love it.” he said, trying to look down but settling for running his fingers all over it. Pawing at the collar that showed who he belonged to. You smiled watching as he toyed with it, setting the silver bell to make that little tinkling sound.
“You’ll be wearing just that tonight, Kitten.” his eyes were on you as you kissed the lobe of his ear, ready to do more than just kiss his ear when the rest of the band walked in. You wanted to roll your eyes at the oversized children that made up the rest of Motley Crue but held it in; you knew there were no quiet moments when it was the night of the show.
The men fell into conversation, passing around their bottle of Jack Daniel’s and talking about the upcoming tour they would go on. Vince stayed on your lap as he talked, knowing that he couldn’t get up until you told him to and because he loved the way you were always giving him teasing touches. The feeling of your hands sliding over his legs, rubbing and squeezing the inside of his thighs, dipping below the jersey to run over the fishnets covering his boxer briefs made it hard for him to participate in the conversation. You watched amused as he watched Nikki babble on about something, trying to follow along to what the bassist was saying but you squeezed his bulge making him yelp. The guys were all so messed up they didn’t notice you toying with him.
“I can’t wait to get you home, kitten.” you whispered into his ear. You pressed yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your lips were kissing his ear lobe making him tune out everything but your voice, “I’m going to have you on all fours walking around the bedroom only in these fishnets and that collar. I want to see your cock, hard and leaking, in these tights.” your hands slid over his thighs for effect and he nodded, not being able to talk. The small tinkle of the bell when he moved had the smile split across your face further.
Vince wiggled on your lap and you slapped the inside of his thigh, watching as his eyes widened and he sat up straight. He was so well trained now that he had been house broken. He knew the rules and that you had warned him with that slap. If he moved again it would be higher up.
“I love these tights on you.” Your hands running on the inside of his thighs pulling his legs slightly apart as they slide up. Peering over his shoulder you can see the way his cheeks are red, he’s turned on and slightly worried the boys will notice what’s going on. “I’m going to ride your thighs when you wear them and you can lick the tights clean when I’m done. If you’re good I’ll let you lap my pussy with the sweet pink tongue of yours.” Vince whimpers as you swipe your thumb over his bottom lip. He’s hard, sore and needy. He knows that there is going to be a 45 minute setlist to play well he’s throbbing thinking of you on his tongue.
“Please.” He says the one word begging you to give him something. You can feel the way his body is tending under your fingers, needing more than just the gentle caresses you’re providing.
“You’re being so sweet, kitten. I can’t wait to play with you later.” Your hand slid over his bulge, squeezing and feeling him shudder under your touch. “Go take off your boxers. I want you to in just these tights and shirt on stage.”
His mind was racing. If he moved on stage everyone would be able to see him but if he didn’t listen that meant he wouldn’t get what he wanted in the bedroom later. You patted his thigh, encouraging him to get up. Watching as he walked into the bathroom to do as he was told.
You looked up, surprised to see the guys were standing getting ready to go on stage. You hadn't realized you let time get away from you. You needed to check in your kitten and make sure he was ready. Sliding by them you slipped into the bathroom where Vince looked up as he pulled his tights up.
A groan escaped your lips seeing his cock tight against the fishnets, the dark curls surrounding him sticking out. Vince was pink, looking pleased that he had you so worked up in his little outfit. He loved making you happy.
“Oh kitten.” You sighed, reaching out to touch him, gripping him through the tights, feeling the hardness of his cock pulsating against your palm, “What a pretty pussy cat I have.” You whispered against his lips, pushing into the kiss and fasting his tongue against yours.
He was so worked up from you telling him all about the plans for the evening and from getting collared that as you jerked his cock he could feel the precum leaking out.
Your fingers were working him and by the way he was thrusting you into your hand you knew that Vince would be done soon. The friction from the fishnets, your fingers sliding into the diamond holes to grip his veiny pulsating cock was driving you both mad.
“Y/N, Can I cum, please?” He whimpered as you kissed along his jaw. Your teeth but his earlobe tugging it softly. Your free hand cupped his balls feeling the weight rise up as he got rest to spill.
“You’re going to cum in your tights and go on stage a sticky dirty mess, just like the dirty little kitten you are.” His moan came out as you moved faster, feeling him squirting out.
You watched, amused as he quivered in your hand, his cum sticky on the tights and your hand. You wiped the mess on his thighs, watching him blush at you.
“You have made such a mess, kitten. We’re going to have to clean you up later.” He nodded his head, eyes wide as he looked down at himself, shifting embarrassed. You pulled his shirt down, loving how he looked. “Go play your show. I’ll take you home after and you’ll be all mine to play with.” You let a finger jingle his bell before moving aside to let him go on stage. You were going to have a long night with your little pet.
*puts hanoi rocks and mötley crüe records side by side* together you shall stand. it is my shelf and i make the rules
Well the day is finally here I’m now officially 40 years old and due to Covid all my plans have gone up in smoke so please fill my life with pictures of Mötley Crüe
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