Mötley Crüe: The Dirt Imagines

Vince Neil/Daniel Webber Imagine #2

As requested by taytayschaufert 😊 (Thanks for the great idea, I hope you like it!!)

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You woke up to the late afternoon sunlight making its way through the thin curtains over Vince's bedroom windows. You glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table from where your head rested on Vince's bare chest, startling a little bit as you realized it was already after 1pm on Vince's birthday of all days. You gathered the tangled white sheets around your naked body before getting up to straddle Vince as he slept. You bent down to grant him several small kisses on his forehead and then his cheeks, finally kissing him on the lips as he woke up from his deep sleep.

"Babe," he grumbled, returning your kiss greedily before rolling you off of him and moving so that he was now on top of you, "Why are you up?"

You draped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you once again before pulling away and pushing him off of you playfully.

"It's your birthday, Vince," you said excitedly, getting out of his bed and trailing the sheets with you into the bathroom as they were still tightly wrapped around your figure, "There's so much to do before your party."

You glanced back to see him pull a pillow over his head to block out the light, grumbling something about how he hated his birthday. You rolled your eyes but still couldn't help but smile since you were so excited about what you had planned.

"Why don't you come join me in the shower?" you asked casually, leaning against the doorframe to watch his reaction. You heard a muffled response as he ripped the pillow away and leapt out of bed, bounding over to where you stood to help you out of the sheets and into the shower.

"Is this my birthday present?" he asked in his raspy morning voice, leaning his head on your shoulder as you fiddled with the shower head.

"Oh baby," you teased, giggling a little as he kissed your neck, "This is just the beginning."

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Several hours and a lot of errands later, you leaned against the wall and dragged lazily on your cigarette, looking over the party you had planned with pride. It was at Vince's place and everything was going smoothly: everyone he cared about was there, the music was loud, and the drinks were flowing. You had ordered a ton of alcohol and had even tracked down a good variety of drugs from the girls at work so that the guests could never complain that they weren't having a good time.

You looked over at Vince who was sitting on a couch with Nikki, laughing hysterically at something he was saying and holding onto what must have been his tenth beer. It made your heart happy to see him having such a great time and you were tempted to join him, but for now, you just had to make sure he was distracted enough that he wouldn't see you were gone.

You ground out your cigarette in an ashtray on a side table, keeping one eye on Vince to make sure he wouldn't catch you slipping away upstairs. As soon as you were sure you were out of sight, you quickened your pace, practically running up the stairs with excitement. You made your way down the dark hallway to one of the guest bathrooms where you had told your friend Tina to meet you.

She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub when you pushed the door open, cleaning the needle on her tattoo gun carefully. She looked up as you walked in and flashed you a mischievous smile.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, raising one thin, pierced eyebrow at you as you sat down beside her, "He's a fucking rockstar, is he committed enough for you to get his name in ink?"

You nodded, reaching for the bottle of tequila you had brought up with you to help dull the pain. Tina was a tattoo artist, one of your best friends, and a girl who had dated a few rockstars in her time, so she knew what they were like. But so had you, so you knew that Vince was different.