Mötley Crüe Imagines

Vince Neil- Dirtbag

Vince Neil And Sebastian Bach ^^ two beautiful blondes // sorry for the crappy cropping. I'm just to lazy to fix it so you'll have to deal with my annoying Instagram boarder

Vince Neil x Reader

"Oh my fucking goodness Y/N! Hurry up or we'll miss the fucking show!"

"Well, I'd be happy to comply, but this fucking Barbie ass dress doesn't want to go onto my body!" You yell back at your roommate.

"Just squeeze in or wear a girdle or something, just hurry the fuck up!"

You walk out of your room in the tiny, shiny red strapless dress that you were forced to wear and matching red thigh-high boots.

"I hate it." You say giving her a dead-pan look.

"Holy shit Y/N you look sexy as fuck. You should let me dress you more often." She says handing you your purse.

"I don't understand why we are dressing like prostitutes to go see a rock concert." You say as you two walk out the door.

"Because. I've been feeling pretty shitty and lonely since my breakup, so I need to get laid tonight by some hot drummer." She says very matter-of-factly.

"So we're groupies now?" You ask as you two walk down the street, attracting some stares from oncoming males.

"Yup. Word is, these guys live off of fucking groupies."

"I'm not planning on being prey to their fucking sexual desires. Besides who even are these guys?" You asked

"These 'guys' are Mötley Crüe," She says pointing at a faded poster, "and they're taking over the sunset strip. They're gonna be big soon, and I'm gonna sleep with one of 'em. You don't have to fuck them if you don't want but don't leave without me I don't have keys to the apartment and neither of us should be walking home alone that late, looking like this." She says as she traces her figure with her hands. You get to the club where they're preforming, being a few hours early so your roommate could be in the front. Waiting in line, you take a look at the poster for the band and one of them stands out to you.

"Hey, who's the blonde? What's his name?" You ask

"Uhh I don't know any of their names. Why? You think he's cute?" She says nudging you.

"No. He just looks familiar but this flyer's quality is shit so I can't tell."

You finally manage make it in after several hours and solving through mobs of girls to get to the front. The show starts when the singer runs on with his fly down. Wow. Your roommate wasn't kidding about them being major man-whores. The blonde dude just walked on stage with a full on boner and his pants unzipped. They play a few songs, and you do have to admit, the music is really good, so you start to dance and flow with the wild energy of the crowd. Your attention goes back to the performers on the stage when the singer catches your eye, or more like you catch his eye. He smirks and leans down to you. He's still singing, but he's now two inches from your face as you keep dancing. You finally make eye contact and everything comes back to you.

"Holy fucking shit. Y/N, do you hear what Vince said about you?" Your lab partner asks after tuning away from another girl she was having a conversation with.

"Uh no. What do you mean?" You say looking at her through your goggles.

"You haven't heard? Word is going around that you blew Vince and his friends at that party last weekend. People are calling you 'whore of the year'." She says, "is it true?"

"Wait what?! Of course not!" You whisper yell.

"Well I mean it's too late for the truth now. Everyone here already knows." She shrugs going back to her assignment.