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The Christmas Dinner

Summary: You're at a dinner with your family and they keep asking about Mick while he's running late for the dinner.

Pairing: Female reader x Mick Mars

It was your family's Christmas dinner. It was the one thing that annoyed you because they were always asking "Where's your boyfriend?" or "Have you found a man yet?". The usual questions to drive a woman mad.

You got to the dinner at about 6:31 PM. Your parents yelled at you for being one minute late. You just rolled your eyes and sat on the couch. You talked with one of your cousins until your sister left her room. Your sister was always bugging you about a boyfriend or when you would get married and have a baby. The questions always drove you crazy and all you could say was "I don't know" when she asked.

Your sister sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Here we go.." You thought to yourself. The questions would be starting soon.

"Hey, little sis! You got a man yet or are we all still waiting?" She asked with a laugh. Always making fun of you.

You awkwardly laughed before looking at her. "Nope. No more waiting. I got myself a man now." You said calmly just trying to get her to stop asking questions.

Your sister's eyes went wide as she looked at you. She cocked an eyebrow as she looked you up and down. "You...You got a man? What's he like?! Is he coming over tonight? Are you guys gonna have kids?!"

"Oh, Jesus.." Even telling her about your lover didn't get her to shut up. You just had to go with it. "I don't know about marriage yet and he definitely doesn't want any more kids. He's got some from past relationships. He should be coming tonight...I don't know where he is. I told him to be here by now.." You said as you now thought about Mick. Maybe he got lost in the storm? Maybe he just ditched because he was too scared of meeting your family. A million thoughts ran through your head before your mother called out.

"Dinners ready! Come on!" Your mother called from the dinner table. You watched as your cousins ran by and your sister stood up. You sat on the couch for a few more seconds before you got up and walked to the dinner table. You were just praying that Mick was okay.

You sat down near your mom. Your sister made everyone leave an empty chair next to you so your boyfriend could sit there whenever he showed up. Your mother looked over at you and smiled a little. "Y/N? Honey? Are you alright? You look like you have something on your mind." Your mom asked as she put a hand on your shoulder.

You jumped and looked at her. You gave her a nod. "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm just thinking about my boyfriend. He's a little late and I don't know where he is.."

Your mom sighed and took her hand off of your shoulder. "I'm sure he's alright. How about you tell me a little about what's been going on with you!" She said with a smile.

You told your mom a little about what had been going on with your life and your job as you ate dinner. Everyone was talking and laughing which helped calm you down a little.

Just as you had your mind off of Mick, the front door swung open and a cold breeze came into the kitchen. One of your cousins stood up and yelled at the figure at the door. When the door closed you stood up and your eyes lit up. Mick was standing in front of the door covered in snow.

Mick was in leather pants, a leather jacket, a sweater, and his stupid leather boots he wore year-round. He took off his sunglasses (It's the middle of winter WHO THE HELL WEARS SUNGLASSES). "I hate the fucking holidays.." He mumbled as he stomped the snow off of his boots. He looked over at you and smiled. "Hey..." He said quietly. "I got you some flowers.." He said as he held up a bouquet of red roses.

You ran to him and hugged him. The snow got on your clothes and made them a bit wet. "You idiot! I was worried about you! Where the hell were you?!" You asked as you looked at him and ran your fingers through his hair like you hadn't seen him in years.

Mick laughed a little and looked down at you. He gently patted your head before he pushed you off of him and took off his jacket. "I got stuck in traffic. There's a lot of people out tonight.."

You shook your head and took the roses from him. "Go sit down and get yourself some food..." You walked to the kitchen with a smile on your face. You were glad that Mick was okay and he made it safe.

After you put your flowers in a vase, you walked to the dinner table and sat down next to Mick. You punched him in the shoulder as hard as you could.

Mick grabbed his shoulder. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!" He asked as he looked at you.

"For being late!" You yelled back. You then grabbed his sweater and pulled him into a sweet kiss. "And that's for making it here safe!" You said with a smile.

This is my first time writing on Tumblr!!! I really like Mick Mars so I'm writing Mick Mars stuff. He's so bbg.

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You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 2/?

Part One

Pairing: Mick Mars x OC

Warnings: Mature language

Word Count: 832

Although Denny’s was loud, it was nothing compared to the Mötley Crüe house party. So, to Mick and Natalie, the sound around them was white noise. Finishing off their food, the couple sat in silence as they sipped at their drinks. But it didn’t stop them from analysing each other from across the booth.

The pair stood out, their differing appearances catching the eye of the other customers. Mick, dressed in all black, gave off the bad boy vibes. But Natalie looked like the image of innocence.

Mick cleared his throat and sat down his drink, his eyes meeting his aviators that sat on Natalie’s face. “So, you track me down, turn me on, invite me to get a burger, and give me blue balls. What’s your whole plan here, Natalie?”

After a beat of silence, Natalie let out a loud laugh, making a small smile appear on Mick’s face. “You forgot I stole your glasses as well.” She stated.

Mick just rolled his eyes. He thought they looked better on her anyway.

Natalie sat the sunglasses on top of her head, so they met eyes properly. “I wanted to get to know you, see if you’d meet the expectations I’d built up in my head.” She admitted.

Mick leaned across the table, his stare making Natalie blush. “And? Did I?” He mumbled, his voice low.

Natalie moved closer to the older guitarist, so close she could feel his breath on her face. “You surpassed them.” She whispered, welcoming the scent of vodka and nicotine.

The sexual tension in the air was getting Mick hard again. Licking her lips, Natalie focused on Mick Mars’ lips. She just had to lean forward a little more, and they’d be kissing. Mick was reading her mind, his eyes moving between her lust filled, drooping eyes and her plump pink lips.  

Shifting forward, Mick went to make the first move. But, the sound of a clearing throat snapped them out of their haze and had them sitting straight up, and away from one another.

The older waitress smiled as she sat down their next round of drinks; a lemonade for Natalie and a vodka for Mick. The pair were feeling awkward and disappointed as they mumbled a small thank you. With the waitress gone, they didn't know what to say.

“So, what now?” Mick asked, snapping Natalie out of her disappointment.

“Well, I don’t fuck on the first date.” She said, smirking at Mick as he choked on his drink.

Mick’s eyes were roaming her again, smirking at his thoughts. “You don’t look like the kind of girl who’s ever fucked.”

Now it was Natalie’s turn to choke, a blush coating her cheeks. “You got me there.”

If Mick didn’t think he could get any harder before, he was wrong.

Gathering enough confidence, Natalie leaned close again. “But, I wanna get to know you more Mr. Mars.” She revealed, making Mick stare at her. She couldn’t read his expression, but that was something that intrigued her about him. “So, let’s find out if I fuck on the second date.”

Mick’s jaw dropped, for many reasons. “The second date?” He repeated, disbelief in his voice.

“Well, this was our first.” Natalie stood up, brushing the crumbs off her skirt. “So, tomorrow afternoon you’ll pick me up from school, and we’ll go from there.” She stated, sending Mick a cheeky smile before she walked away.

Mick was speechless.

“School?” He mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Mick’s eyes quickly widened, and he spun around to face the blonde who was walking out the door. “How old are you?” He called out, his steady voice hiding his nerves.

Pausing by the door, Natalie let out a giggle. Turning over her shoulder, she shot Mick a wink. “Eighteen.”

Mick let out a deep breath and slunk in his seat, nodding his head in content as he heard the door shut. Thank fucking Christ. Resting his head back against the booth, Mick let out a chuckle as he closed his eyes. “Eighteen and untouched… is this a fucking dream?”

“Not today, big boy.” Natalie whispered in his ear, making him jump in surprise. Blue and brown eyes stared at each other, wondering what the other was thinking. “I realised I forgot to give you the address.” She smiled, placing a piece of paper down on the table.

Mick nodded, trying to be nonchalant, even though his heart was fucking pounding. “Yeah, uh, that’d be helpful.”

Biting her lip, a blush lit up Natalie’s pale cheeks before she leaned down and placed a soft his to his cheek. “See you tomorrow.” She whispered, before turning around and leaving for good.

Mick just sat still for a moment, trying to take in everything that’s happened the last couple of hours. Picking up the piece of paper on the desk and reading over the address, Mick picked up his drink and chugged it back. “Why isn’t it fucking surprising that she’s a private school girl?” 

You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 1/?

Part Two

Pairing: Iwan!Mick Mars x OC

Warnings: Mature language 

Word Count: 664

A flash of color appeared in his peripheral vision, something you didn't usually see at a Mötley Crüe party. Glancing around, Mick spotted a woman, no a girl, walking through the crowd. Her pink sweater cropped, flashing her toned stomach, and her white leather skirt flaring, yet leaving little to the imagination. As she got closer to where he was, Mick tried to understand why those white Keds were walking towards him.

She sat down beside him, her leather skirt rising her thigh and drawing Mick's eyes.

"You lost?" Mick gruffed, his eyes darting away. 

With a grin, the girl looked around the room, exaggerating her movements before locking eyes with Mick's dark aviators. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm where I intended to be." She teased.

Mick just ignored her, going back to his vodka.

"I'm Natalie by the way, just if you were wondering." She laughed,

"I wasn't." Mick lied, his blue eyes scanning her behind his sunglasses. From the few seconds he'd stared at her, it was apparent this girl was in the wrong place; her style, her loose blonde curls, her innocent smile... this girl was going to be devoured alive.

"I'm a huge fan of your music, I was actually just at the gig." Natalie explained, her eyes staring at her twiddling hands.

"Well, that's surprising." He chucked, liting a cigarette.

She giggled, she fucking giggled. "Yeah, I've had that reaction before." She took in a deep breath, her eyes anywhere but him. "But, I really wanted to meet you because you're amazing! You actually inspired me to learn guitar." She blushed.

Mick couldn't hide his surprise. "Really? Well, shit."

"Yeah, it was hard to convince my parents. But, I told them it was for the school band." She looked at him with a cheeky smile. Mick let out a chuckle, making Natalie beam.

This girl just kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.

She shuffled closer, that damn skirt rising higher and showing off those perfect thighs, thighs Mick would very much like to be buried between.  

Mick found this girl attractive, her innocence sexy, but he wasn't going to be some 'rockstar one-night-stand experience' that she could tell her friends. “Shouldn’t a girl like you be off trying to fuck the drummer.” He puffed on his smoke.

She clicked her teeth. “Not really my style.”

“Well, that’s new.”

Natalie shook her head. “So, what? That’s not your style either?” A dark eyebrow raised over his aviators, making her giggle. “Fucking a random stranger at Mötley Crüe a party, that’s not your style?” She questioned, her brown eyes roaming over him.

As Mick glanced at her, unknowingly meeting her eyes, he felt his cock twitch. There was a look in her eyes, something deep in that stare that told him this girl would rock his world.

Mick looked away, clearing his throat. “Don’t try and make anything out of it. I like women, and I like fucking, but I happen to respect women more than what these jerk-offs do.” He took a swig of his straight vodka, avoiding her eyes.

“You know, you’re pretty different from your bandmates.” She whispered, moving closer to him so he could hear her over the thumping music. Her bare thighs brushed against his clothed ones, but he could feel their warmth.

He scoffed. “That’s cause they’re a bunch of fucking teenagers."

Smirking at the older guitarist, Natalie placed a delicate hand on his knee. “It’s a good thing I’m looking for a man then.”

Mick's breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes meeting hers over his aviators. Giggling, Natalie moved her hand, to Mick's disappointment, and stole his sunglasses off his face, placing them on her own.

"But, I wanna get to know you first. So what do you say, wanna blow this party and go get a burger?" Natalie asked, her beaming grin making Mick smirk.

"You're full of surprises, Natalie." He mumbled.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started."

FOUND THIS FOR U❤ FOR YOU HORNY PPL WONDERING WHAT THESE GUYS ARE TURNED ON BY

Hii I was just wondering if you could write dating headcanons or a fluff alphabet or something for Mick Mars

HII YES OMG THIS IS MY FIRST MICK WRITING!! SORRY TO THE PPL WHO WANTED MICK BEFORE I JUST DIDNT THINK I WAS READY GO WRITE FOR HIM YET😭 SORRY IF ITS NOT THE BEST I'LL TRY AND WRITW FOR HIM MORE IN THE FUTURE.

word count: 489

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, one cuss word, not very well written, not proof read

literally nobody knew where mick was half of the time, but they knew he was with you he always has you with him (partially because of the guys) not saying he thinks one will fuck you but hes watching out. like on the tour bus you're always sat in the back together. hes not super into PDA, not for really any specific reason. its just not his thing maybe hand holding or wrapping his arm around your waist. he'll also let you hold his arm. if he has a love language its most likely words of affirmation. hell tell you how much he love you and loves you being here with him and also tell you how pretty you are. he loves making you laugh and loves it even more when he doesn't mean to make you laugh. he'll take any affection from you but his favorite (though hed never ask for it) is also words of affirmation. hes never really believed in love after his first, so hearing that you love him and all that means a lot. he also likes when you give him massages. his back, his shoulders, his hands, neck, he loves it. this is also something he wouldn't ask for unless he really needed it. but like before they go on stage you can sit there and rub his hands and usually the guys would mention it every time. Nikki would ask for a massage and wiggle his eyebrows. and also before a show I can see you filling his water pitcher with vodka since he thinks he's convinced everyone to think its water. but I can also see you actually filling it with water and him being confused. its long. I've seen it. I haven't seen it up close but I've seen enough. probably not too kinky, maybe some warship and stuff like that. definitely into giving oral. you know how the guys said that sometimes he'd be late to photo shoots and his lipstick would be smeared? that's because of you. I dont really see mick being one to fight, like I don't really see him putting up a fight anyway. thats a fact though he doesn't want to fight with anybody. hes tired and he loves you. if you're really angry at him and you're yelling, he'll leave on his own to give you some space, then he'd come back and ask if you wanna talk about it or if you'll yell at him more. if he's ever one to start a fight he probably wouldn't mean it, maybe he's really drunk and wants to be alone or hes just in a lot of pain and lashes out. but that doesn't happen too much because you often make him feel better before it gets too bad. over all mick is a sweet, funny guy who just really loves you to the moon and back. he wants peace and a good time.

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

Bbg when are we getting the Mick Mars love language thing?😔 Please there’s barely any fics about Mick on tumblr🙏

BABYS IM SO SORRY😭🙏🙏 ILL WORK ON IT THIS WEEKEND I PROMISE