#nikki sixx x you

[sixxrock666]

★Tommy’s sister

Nikki!Sixx x fem!reader, Tommy!Lee x sister!reader

summary: you and Nikki have been sneaking around for a few months now but what happens when your brother finally finds out

warnings: unprotected sex, angry Tommy :o happy ending

1.6k words, not proof read

With the alcohol running through both yours and Nikkis veins, you two were sloppily making your way to your hotel room, too occupied with trying to kiss each other.

You finally hit the right door as Nikki leaned in and started making his way down your jaw and neck, nipping at your beautiful skin. You moaned lightly as your hands went behind his back and grabbed his perky ass. He chuckled into your neck, continuously sucking at your skin, leaving pretty purple marks.

It was when you felt his hard dick rubbing up at you that you rememberd you are still in the hallway.

"Nikki, the door" you gasped out as he started palming your ass.

"Shit yeah on it"

He started looking for the room key awkwardly with one hand as the other was still glued to your ass while his lips to your collarbone.

As he finally found what he was looking for he went to unlock the door, not taking his eyes off of you.

"Fucking lock" he grumbled out getting impatient as he couldn't open the damn door.

When he finally got it you two stumbled back in to the room, Nikki closing the door with his leg.

He snaked his fingers under your shirt and slid his hands up while kissing you deeply. His hand grabbed at your curves all over while he sat down on the edge of your bed.

You steped back and pulled your shirt over your head as well as your skirt. You stood there in your lacey black set looking down at his pretty face. Nikkis eyes were blown with lust as they were lingering on your body.

His hands grabbed at your thighs and pulled you in between his legs. He looked up at you with his dreamy eyes full of love.

"You're absolutely fucking ethereal" he whispered out.

You smiled down at him, your heart filled with nothing but pure love. He pulled you on top of him and you straddled his waist while your hands pulled off his shirt.

You started grinding on his lap, trying to get some friction going. Nikki was absolutely loving it, a wet spot already forming on his pants from your wetness.

Nikkis hands were on your hips guiding and pushing you forward to set the pace. He let out low groans of pleasure with his head resting on your shoulder and clutching you in his arms.

"Fuck baby imma cum before we even get the pants off"

You chuckled lightly pulling back a bit "then be quick" Nikki understood the task immediately and unbuttoned his pants only pulling it down low enough so he could get his dick out.

His hard cock was leaking with precum as you gently rolled your hand over its head making his whimper slightly.

"don't tease baby"

You kissed him hard before lifting up and guiding his dick to your entrance. You aligned it slowly and sat down taking him inch by inch.

You two were both a moaning mess, impatient to get it going. Nikkis hands went to your hips and he pushed you down so you bottomed him out. You both let out another groan of pleasure as your foreheads connected.

You looked up right into his eyes and smiled

"I fucking love you, you dumbass"

He kissed you back passionately and that was all you needed back, as he slowly started moving upwards. With Your hands on his shoulders you bounced up and down while leaving wet kisses all over his neck.

You pushed Nikki down so he was laying on the bed while you tried to take all control and fucked him. He of course wouldn't let you that easily so he still had his hands on your pretty thighs and guided you.

He was so fucking whipped as he watched you milk his cock, your tits bouncing, with your fucked out expression, moaning all prettily only for him.

"Fuck baby 'm close" he dragged out while hitting all your sweet spots.

"Me too"  you whisperd out as he felt you squeezing his dick. He grabbed your hips more firmly as he felt you getting closer pulling you down on him even harder.

"M gonna cum nik- fuck"

You hit your high as nikki moaned lowly shooting his warm load into you, rutting upwards. Your legs were shaking as he fucked you through it.

You felt cum drip down your thighs as you leaned forward to kiss your boyfriend, his cock still deep inside you.

"You're still hard" you smirked at him, looking at his sweaty face as you tried to catch your breath. He sat you two up and stood up unexpectedly causing you to let out a yelp of surprise.

He started walking with his dick still buried in you to the bathroom. "Round two in the shower?" He asked with a smile on his lips

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you were gently treading your hands through your boyfriend mop of black hair while he was laying on your naked chest, nuzzled into your neck. Nikki was placing lazy wet kisses down your neck as he caressed your hips with his other hand. It was a peaceful moment after a long session of sex.

You and nikki had been together for the past 5 months and going. It all started as an exciting forbidden friends with benefits. It was fun sneaking around and stealing glances and secret touches when you weren't supposed to. But somewhere along the way you two unexpectedly caught feelings for each other and made it official. Well not really, the only problem being your brother. Tommy

You love tommy with your whole heart but he made himself fucking clear that he doesn't want any of his band mates fucking you, touching you or even looking at you the wrong way because as he claimed, he knew them the best and didn't want to see me end up hurt.

You were scared that if tommy found out he would freak. He could either kill nikki & you or hate you forever. You were so fucking scared because you loved and respected your brother but apparently not enough as you were currently laying naked with your sweet boy.

You let out a frustrated sigh as Nikki lazily lifted up his head. "What's wrong baby"

"Hmm nothing just thinking about Tommy"

He cracked out a smile and asked

"We just fucked and here you are thinking about your brother...should i be concerned?"

You laughed slightly as he put his head back down on your chest.

"don't worry we will tell him soon"

You placed a tender kiss to his hair as you felt yourself closing your eyes. The last this you heard before sleep engulfed you was Nikki whispering i love you into your ear.

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You woke up to loud banging coming from your hotel door as Nikki stirred in his sleep.

The sound of your brothers voice outside made you scatter up as quickly as you could throwing on the first pair of pants you could find and a shirt from the floor.

"Y/n will you open upppp i have been standing here for 5 minutesss"

"Just a minute i was in the shower" you shouted as you tried to wake up Nikki.

"Wake up you bastard, Tommy's here"

At the mention of your brothers name Nikki quickly shoot up with a panicked expression on his face.

He cursed as he started messily, still half asleep grabbing his clothes from the floor along with his boots.

You suddenly hear the door open and in walked Vince, Mick and at the very end Tommy.

"Mick got the spare key from the recepti-" Vince started blabbering but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the scene in front of him, whipping around to look at Tommys reaction .

It didn't look good. Nikki was in his boxers, hands full of his clothes while you were standing beside him in his shirt and pants. Vince and Mick knew about your relationship so it was no surprise to them but Tommy on the other hand looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Tommy listen we can-"

Tommy in fact didn't listen because your words stopped the trance he was in and he lunged forward and grabbed your boyfriend.

"Are you fucking crazy you fucked my sister" he started shouting at poor Nikki as Vince stepped in and tried pulling him off, but to no avail.

"Tommy wait it's not like that" you quickly tried to pull his hands away from Nikki.

"No then what is it like huh, he just fucked you and now he's gonna find another girl to have fun with and leave you" tommy spit out as he kept staring daggers at Nikki, like he doesn't do the exact same.

"Stop you are hurting him" you said as you were looking at Nikkis eyes, now genuinely concerned.

Tommy seemed to budge at this and release him. You put your hands on both sides of Nikkis face and gently caressed his cheeks while checking him over if he's okay. He only smiled softly and placed a tender kiss to your forehead.

He then pushed you softly behind him and looked up at Tommy.

"I love her man" he stated with all seriousness in his voice looking straight into Tommy's eyes. Tommy looked behind at you, a questioning look in his eyes. You nodded confirming your love for him.

He let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you fucking make her cry or hurt her in any way I'm gonna fucking kill you" he said still annoyed

Nikki and i finally seemed to relax at his statement, so he snaked an arm round your waist and kissed the crown of your head happily.

But Vince had to casually speak up and ruin the moment "Nah man if he wanted to hurt her he could've done it in the past 5 months they have been together"

Tommy was already latching onto Vince while screaming "You fucking knew and you didn't tell me"

You and tommy burst out laughing alongside Mick who was snickering to himself.

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would love some feedback:)

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Past child abuse, and of course, excessive alcohol and substance abuse.

A/N: More specific warnings will be added for certain chapters when required. I also just wanted to add in a quick disclaimer and say that through my research, Vince Neil's parents sounded like nice, decent people. However, this is a fanfic and for the purpose of this story and the plot, I am changing that.

Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover

Growing up, you always knew your big brother Vince had what it took to become a rockstar.

As kids, his favourite place other than the beach was the roller-skating rink where they held lip-synching contests. Vince would drag you there with his surfer buddy John and sign up every time. He'd dress up in flared pants, loud open button polyester shirts, wigs and other accessories he thought rockstars were supposed to wear and you'd help him.

It was during those lip-synching contests where Vince discovered his love for performing. He'd jump around on stage, goofed off, played air guitar and threw the microphone around. The crowd ate it up, and he always won. Always.

It wasn't long before the lip-synching turned into actual singing and your brother had a damn good voice even as a teenager. And not long after that he joined a band. Rock Candy.

It was during one of his performances with the cover band that his path to becoming a rockstar kicked off.

Vince was in the middle of singing his cover for My Kinda Lover on the small stage with his band. You'd sing as a backup singer for Rock Candy occasionally, but this song didn't require it, so you hung by the drinks table swirling your Jack and coke around in a solo cup and listened.

The drink was an important necessity every time Rock Candy performed because you weren't sure how you'd get through watching all those girls fawn over your big brother without it. They were practically throwing themselves on him whenever he performed and although you hated it, Vince absolutely lapped up all the attention from them.

There had been a few incidences where drunk girls got too handsy with him. Pulling at his clothes or jumping on stage just to touch him. One time a woman grabbed his scarf and literally pulled him down into the crowd of crazy females. By the time he managed to get back on stage, half his clothes had been torn off and that was when you stepped in and started ordering people out or breaking noses... usually the latter.

Most women treated your brother like a piece of meat. Like he was nothing more than a toy for them to play with and admire. And Vince, although he would never admit it, he didn't enjoy it all the time.

So, even when not on stage with him, you kept an eye on everything and that was when you spotted the three men.

They stood out amongst the crowd of young people dressed in the bare minimum while they wore leather and dark pants with their jet-black hair. You clocked them the second they walked through the crowd as people who shouldn't be here.

No way guys dressed like that would be interest in listening to Vince's cover band. So, what did they want? Trouble, probably.

You hung back eyeing the men cautiously before they began to make their way over to the drinks stand where you still were. None of them paid you any attention while you leant against the side of the table sipping your drink.

It wasn't like you blended in with the crowd here either, so you couldn't judge the strangers too harshly. Your own tight jeans and leather jacket might as well be a full body suit compared to the other girls crop tops and tiny shorts.

"His voice ain't bad." One of the men suddenly said speaking up for the first time since they got to the drinks stand.

"I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks." The other responded.

The three guys continued to watch your brother sing on stage while pointing and commenting quiet words that you couldn't quite catch.

Downing the last of your Jack and coke, you pushed yourself away from the drinks table and took a step to the side until you were blocking their view to the stage and folded your arms across your chest defensively.

"What do you guys want from Vince?"

The man in the middle holding a bottle of Jack Daniels instantly stood up straight sizing you up.

The older man to his right remained silent and looked over your shoulder back towards the stage seemingly bored by your presence, so you kept your attention focused on the middle guy whose gaze hadn't left yours, but he didn't seem like he was going to answer your question either.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You said bluntly.

His brows furrowed into a frown, the blankness on his expression twisting into annoyance but before he could say anything, the younger guy to his left spoke up.

"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"

That had your head snapping away from the middle guy instantly and the second you saw that goofy smile and long hair, realisation hit you like a truck.

Tommy Lee.

Well, shit. You weren't expecting to see him here.

You didn't recognise him earlier. His hair used to be lighter, but now it was black. It suited him though.

The last time you saw him was when you and Vince were living in his van about a year ago. So much had happened since then.

A smile broke out across your face which made Tommy's smile brighten further before he held his arms out a little hesitantly like he wasn't sure if a hug would be an acceptable greeting. If it was anyone else, no, a hug wouldn't be acceptable, maybe a handshake at the most, but this wasn't anyone, this was Tommy.

"Good to see you, Tommy." You said accepting the hug.

His long lanky arms instantly wrapped around your body tightly and you hugged him back, tucking your head against his chest and closing your eyes thinking back to the last time you had seen him.

Your father was a mechanic who worked for L.A. County repairing sheriff's cars. He had so many friends within the law enforcement department, he thought he could get away with anything... and he was right.

When he wasn't at work fixing cars or buddying up to the local cops, he was at home getting high and drinking. And the combination of drugs and alcohol made him mad. It made him angry. It made him abusive.

Your stepmother, Vince's real mother, wouldn't stand for your father's crap and they'd end up in screaming matches against each other. They'd yell, scream, cry and break things from the living room nearly every night.

Vince could always tell when the fighting was about to start, and once you got older, you saw the warning signs too before World War III erupted in the house. When you were little Vince would take you to his bedroom and lock the door while blasting music through his stereo so you couldn't hear the screaming and fighting. He'd make it fun and would use his hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and the two of you would sing and dance on top of his bed trying to forget about what was happening across the house.

When you got older and the fighting would start up, you'd both slip out his bedroom window and get away for a few hours until your father calmed down or passed out from drinking. But sometimes you weren't quick enough to get away.

Those nights were the worst because his anger would turn onto you and Vince.

Vince always took the blunt of his anger. He always tried to protect you from your father's rage and violence, but sometimes he couldn't.

You were eight years old the first time your father ever hit you. He was mad about something -staying up too late, not doing homework, playing music too loud, you couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway.

Your father was always in a terrible mood, the alcohol and drugs made him worse and at the slightest provocation he would take out his frustration on the nearest thing or person which was usually you, despite Vince trying his best to not let that happen.

Your father never outright said it, but you reminded him of the affair he had with another woman -your mother- the woman who dumped a baby at his perfect white picket fence home door with a single note.

'Your daughter, Y/N. I'm sorry'

Vince's mother had taken you in and raised you like her own without hesitation, despite your father wanting nothing to do with you.

You were 16 years old the last time he ever beat you... and the first time he nearly killed you.

"Just stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes on me." Vince practically begged while he sped down the road away from the hell you called home. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Stay awake."

You leant heavily against the passenger side door of the car while holding his scarf against the side of your head. The scarf had started off white but was now stained a bright crimson along with the collar of your shirt.

Blood was trickling down the side of your face from the deep gash on your forehead. The warm liquid sticking and matting in your hair as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"N-no hospital. We can't afford it." You winced, tilting your head to the side to look at your brother, but even that slight movement felt like agony against your pounding head.

Vince clenched his jaw at your words, his hands tightening and untightening around the steering wheel as he drove, but he didn't argue because you were right. You had no money. And if you went to the hospital, they'd call your father, the very same man you were running from.

"We should go back." You whispered closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat behind you. "We have nowhere else to go."

"Hey, no, open your eyes. And we are not going back." Vince stated sternly while he reached over and shook your shoulder until you reluctantly opened your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to just sleep the pain away. "I'm not letting him anywhere near you again. Got it?"

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother."

"I can try."

Before you knew it, Vince was pulling up into the driveway in front of a decent looking house that you couldn't recognise.

"I'll be back. Don't fall asleep."

He was out the car before you could respond, and you watched through the windshield as he ran up to the house and knocked on the front door until a guy you recognised from high school answered.

"Vinnie, what up, dude?" Tommy greeted with a bright smile.

"I... we need a place to stay. Can we..." Vince trailed off while pointing towards a van parked along the side of the house.

"Who's we?"

Vince nodded over his shoulder to where you were sitting in the car holding the bloodied scarf to your forehead.

Tommy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and panic, "holy shit. Is she okay?"

"No. Not really." Vince admitted, emotion thick in his voice. "Can we crash in your van for a few days?"

"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.

-

"I've missed you, dude." Tommy's voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts as the two of you pulled apart.

His eyes shifted to your forehead searching for the scar that he knew was hidden behind your hair. It seemed you weren't the only one who had been thinking back to the last time you saw each other.

"I'm in a band with these dudes." Tommy explained after a few beats of silence. "Guys, this is Y/N. She's Vince's sister. I was in the same grade as her in high school."

Both men nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, they turned their attention over your shoulder to where your brother was still performing in front of the crowd.

Seriously, what did they want from Vince?

"Yeah, Vinnie!!" Tommy cheered enthusiastically as the song came to an end.

"Thank you! We're Rock Candy!" Your brother shouted into the microphone.

"Shitty name."

You turned to glare at the older and very serious-looking man. Sure, you kind of agreed with him. Rock Candy wasn't a great name, but only you were allowed to insult your brother.

"Okay, seriously, why are you guys here and what do you want with my brother?" You questioned, the smile from seeing Tommy vanishing from your face as you got down to business.

"We're looking for a singer for the band." The one drinking Jack Daniels straight finally said.

"And who the fuck are you?"

His sea green eyes shifted back to you, looking you up and down briefly before meeting your gaze.

"Nikki Sixx."

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, "okay, Sixx. Why do you want my brother?"

Vince looked nothing like these guys. Your brother loved white. He'd wear that white t-shirt you had ripped up the sides of and sewn together with lace everywhere because it was his favourite. He had his hair dyed as white as he could get it and fluffed it until it added half a foot to his height. It was his style, and it was the opposite to these guys.

"He's fucking perfect, man." Tommy responded.

"He's pretty good. Got moves." Nikki admitted without answering your question.

Tommy suddenly darted off, pushing his way through the crowd to where Vince was now walking after finishing the last song. Nikki and the older guy didn't say anything else to you, so you didn't speak to them either while you watched Tommy and Vince embrace in a hug and chat for a few minutes before Tommy returned with his signature smile.

"He's in. I think."

You glanced back over to your brother across the crowd as he tucked the tape that Tommy had given him into his pocket without much thought because he was too focused on the blonde-haired woman chatting him up.

Nah, Vince wasn't in.

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Later that night, you found yourself sitting in the bed of your old Ford F150 truck parked on the beach away from humanity because it was quietest spot and best place to sleep.

Between your shifts at the diner downtown and Vince working as an electrician apprentice plus his small gigs with Rock Candy, it still wasn't enough to afford a house or apartment. Vince usually crashed in the bedrooms of which ever girl he was seeing that week while you slept in a sleeping bag in the back of your truck.

It wasn't so bad, especially this time of year. During winter it was harder, and you were going to figure something else out, but that was a few months away and a problem for later. For now, you were going to enjoy the peaceful beach and sound of waves crashing against the shore like a lullaby every night.

You laid in the bed of your truck staring up at the stars shimmering in the sky above you. The cool breeze was slowly starting to kick in, but not enough for you to grab a blanket out from under the front seat.

Something suddenly slammed against the tailgate of your truck causing you to bolt upright and reach for the pocketknife stashed under your pillow only to find your brother leaning against the side of your truck trying not to laugh.

"One of these days, I'm gonna actually stab you and I'm not even gonna be sorry." You warned pointing at him with the knife.

Vince rolled his eyes, "you shouldn't keep parking in the same spot. Creeps might start to notice."

"Oh, creeps like you?" You shot back causing Vince to glare, but there was no real heat behind it.

"I'm serious though. If some pedo realises a young girl sleeps out here alone, that little knife won't do much to stop him. You need a gun or something."

"I can't afford a gun."

"I can steal you one." He suggested.

"Please don't."

Vince snorted softly before pulling down the tailgate of your truck and sitting on it while overlooking the ocean that was lit up by the full moon shining brightly in the sky above it.

"What happened to your new girl? Her daddy kick you out?" You teased, referring back to a few weeks ago when a girl's father did actually kick him out and he ended up in the back of your truck keeping you awake with his snoring.

"Nah, her dad wasn't home."

You frowned a little at his words because if he hadn't been kicked out of the girl's house then why wasn't he sleeping in her comfy bed or at the very least, her couch?

"Tommy gave me this. Said to listen to it and call him." He pulled a tape out from his pocket and held it out towards you. "It's all I've been thinking about. I couldn't even get it up when I was in bed with her."

"Eww! Too much information, Jesus Christ." You swore taking the tape before jumping out the truck and opening the driver side door turning the key to accessories before inserting the tape into the stereo cranking the volume up.

You sat on the tailgate beside Vince while you listened to the music together on the beach where nobody could see or hear for miles.

It hurt to admit, but fuck, they were pretty good.

"This shits on Rock Candy, no offence." You commented and to your own shock, Vince actually nodded in agreement. "You gonna call Tommy and his sketchy friends to join their even sketchier band?"

"What do you think?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. He was going to call.

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A/N:

So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.

I recently saw Mötley Crüe during their last show of the World Tour in Melbourne (I am still pinching myself. It was the best night ever!) and seeing them in person literally kickstarted my obsession for them.

I grew up listening to my dad’s 80s music which obviously included Mötley Crüe. I still remember Girls Girls Girls blasting through the car on the way to school when I was 8. And although I’ve liked their music since I was a kid, I never really knew much about them beyond that.

But when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Mötley Crüe concert with him, I didn’t even hesitate.

I’ll be honest, I had never watched The Dirt before until Vince said during the concert that Mötley Crüe had made a movie and I googled it as soon as I got home.

After watching the movie and seeing them live in concert, I was hooked.

I bought their book The Dirt and binged it in 2 days (that is one hell of a rollercoaster to read) and now I’m literally typing this while wearing a Mötley shirt.

I won’t try and pretend to have been a Cruehead all my life because that isn’t true, but I am so incredibly glad that I have found this love for Mötley Crüe and I hope you all enjoy this fanfic xx

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[sixx6secs2love]

DATING NIKKI SIXX (FLUFF)

here is what I think it would be like to date Nikki sixx in the early 80s.

word count: 490

warnings: nothing that bad. tried making this as fluffy as I could but yk.. its nikki💀

The beginning of your relationship with Nikki would be passionate, intense, and chaotic. You would be obsessed with each other and never stop thinking of each other. Nikki would constantly want to be with you and never want to let you go. He would be very possessive and protective of you, and you would feel strong feelings of romance and intimacy. You two would be like the couple everyone wants to be like but is jealous of at the same time.

here are some pet names Nikki would call you: Babe, Baby, Sweetie, Gorgeous, Beautiful, Sexy, My girl, Princess, Darling

Nikki's love language is definitely physical touch. He loves physical intimacy and showing affection by cuddling, holding hands, hugging, kissing, and other forms of physical closeness. He's a very affectionate person, especially when he's feeling loved and cared for.

with Nikki's bad childhood and lack of affection and love, he would likely be secretly willing to do anything for cuddling and affection. He may not openly admit to this, but the fact is that he would probably do anything to get the love and acceptance he never had growing up. Cuddling and affection may be one of his greatest weaknesses, and he may become very clingy and needy when he's around you.

Here are a few of Nikki's favorite cuddling positions: Face-to-face hugging, Big spoon/little spoon, Cuddling on the couch or in bed, Facing each other, with your legs wrapped around his, You're sitting on his lap and he has his arms wrapped around you.

Nikki tends to be very affectionate in public, especially when he wants to show off that he's in a relationship or is proud to be with you. Here are some ways he likes to show PDA: Holding hands, Kissing, Hugging, Gifting you flowers or other romantic gestures in front of others, Putting his arm around you, Putting his hand on your thigh, Sitting close to you on couches or in chair, Making out in public spaces, slapping your ass or giving it a squeeze.

When Nikki is drunk, he can become very energetic and passionate. He tends to get loud and obnoxious and says whatever comes to his mind. He can be a bit of a flirt or a jerk when he's drunk, but he's also very affectionate and clingy. If he's drunk and wants you, he'll definitely be all over you and trying to get your attention.

Here are a few quirks Nikki has: He can be very obsessive and possessive when it comes to you,

He can be quite moody and unpredictable, with his moods and feelings constantly changing,

He has a very sarcastic sense of humor and is always joking or pranking people,

He is very intense and passionate when it comes to his feelings whether it's a positive emotion or a negative one,

He's a bit of a hopeless romantic and loves to write and send poetry and romantic letters.

MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC IN MONTHS!! HOPEFULLY I STILL GOT IT. IM WORKING ON MORE BUT REQUESTS ARE OPEN! LMK IF THIS ONE IS GOOD.

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[robocoplesb]

YOU'RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx. [ 03 ]

warnings: reader drinking, reader smoking, nicknames, female rivalry?, mention of using drugs, reader drunked.

author's note: i ask that you be patient with me when it comes to posting and requests. i'm going through a difficult time, but i'll try to stay active. good read, kisses<3

NIKKI SIXX (bassist): “we get closer after that, but no one knew that except us. only when vince and mick had already returned home, and tommy had gone out to buy something for us to drink or use, or even when he passed out drunk on the couch. those were the only moments i talked to her properly."

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nikki sat next to you, the wave of cold coming from the floor of the porch step passing through his body. the wind that beat against you was light, but freezing. He looked at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion, staring at your shoulders covered only by the thin strap of your tank top and how his body didn't shiver even an inch from the cold.

"— looks like you're going to sleep here, kitten”

you quickly turned back to see your brother sprawled out on the couch, laughing at the thought that with a little push he could fall to the ground.

“— what did he take?" — you asked.

“— i don't know, but i think i want to take it too.”

you both laughed softly before silence fell over you. not that you minded, you just took another drag of your cigarette and continued looking at the empty street in front of nikki's porch. with him, it was different. not that he generally cared what people thought of him, but he wanted you to like him, not only as the bass player in your brother's garage band, so every time it was just the two of you, he approached and tried to get your attention. you two talked a lot about music, even if your favorite artists didn't look much alike, he discovered that you were an eclectic person, that was a little into the heavy and hard rock after spending nights discovering bands with your brother.

he would never admit that a lot of what you said in these conversations may have influenced just a little what he wanted to do with the band, but he thought that even if you were a girl, you knew what you were talking about. he also left some flirtations in the middle of conversations, which you laughed and ignored, taking as a joke.

but when nikki sees you like this, cigarette between your lips, green and yellow street lights illuminating your skin and no trace of you going to continue the conversation on your face, he feels pressured. pressured to do it himself. because, besides the fact that he simply wants some validation from you, he thinks he can't bear to keep staring at you like that, even though it's a pleasant sight.

“— so... it's a good name, right? ‘mötley crüe’..” — he started, trying to bring up a random topic. in this case, the name of the band, which had been decided today.

“— it's fucking good. i've never seen a name like that before. mick is definitely a being of light sent to guide you, because i swear i would never let my brother play in a band called christmas.” — you laughed, remembering the stupid name Nikki had considered earlier.

“— it wasn’t ‘christmas’. and it was a social critique, lee!” — he said defensively.

“— it's still pretty bad, cutie.” — you smiled when you saw him chuckling with the nickname. “— but seriously, it's original. no way of a band ‘mötley crüe’ not be successful. the syllables sound like fame. m-o-t-l-e-y-c-r-u-e. see it?”

he knew it was a joke, but he saw sense in what you said. he thought it was cute how you believed in the band. you went with them to look for vince, you watched all the rehearsals and sometimes nikki even let you take a look at the lyrics and give some suggestions for the songs. you were actually following them like a fifth member of the band, and he knew it was because of tommy. the first thing he noticed, you would do anything for your brother, but you would never admit it.

“— really, you're pretty good. the only thing i would change is the vocalist whore girlfriend-”

nikki held back a hysterical laugh. he didn't totally hate vince's girlfriend. of course, she was petty and liked to spend her time putting the rest of the band down to highlight vince, but damn, she was hot. unlike you, who hated her with all your strength. you've lost count of how many times you've held yourself back from hitting her in the face, but you know it was a lot. usually, when vince brought her to watch rehearsals, you hid in the kitchen and drank while listening to the muffled music. well, you had a mutual hatred.

“— ah, she's not that bad-”

“— she literally tried to fuck tommy last week!”

“— wow, he's a lucky man.." — he laughed as your hand hit his shoulder, scolding him.

“— god, men are so desperate” — you sighed as you threw your cigarette on the floor before squeezing it under your shoe, putting it out.

“— you will really deny she's pretty?”

you blushed at the question. “— you are really saying you wanna fuck the daddy's girl who says you're not good enough for her boyfriend, who is literally on the same page as you?”

“— jealous, kitten?” — he asked you with a mischievous smile.

you rolled your eyes. “— for the guy who would even fuck a mannequin as long as it had a pair of legs?” — you said as you stood up and walked to the kitchen. nikki passed the room before following you, taking something from his backpack.

when he caught up with you in the kitchen, you were mixing vodka with liquor, two things he had no idea were in his fridge. you noticed he kept both hands suspiciously behind his back as he waited for you to finish your drink.

you drop the two bottles on the table and bring the glass to your lips, swallowing the bitter taste of alcohol with ease.

“— what you got there?”

he laughed and walked to the table, facing you. he leaves a small package on the table and looks at you smiling.

“— for you, gold dust woman.” — you rolled your eyes at the nickname (that you didn't understand, but he didn't interfere, because besides being a good song, you knew that asking him to stop would only lead nikki to call you that as if it were your name) and offered him the glass. he took a sip as he watched you unwrap the wrapping.

you ran your fingers over the plastic, automatically recognizing the cd titles just by the covers. you smiled, wondering why nikki sixx, of all people, would be giving this to you. you quickly realized that he was probably sticking to what you said in your conversations, or it was too much of a coincidence that he chose your two favorite albums. you looked at him with a smug smile on your face.

“— you bought this for me, bassist?”

yes, he did.

“— no.” — he answered quickly. “— my...huh...i went to a friend's house and he said he would donate some things. i brought these for you. it's your favorites, right?”

you thought it was cute how he bothered to lie even when the cds looked untouched for how new they were and had the store sticker on the back.

“— yes, they are.” — you smiled genuinely. It took you a while to consider nikki a nice guy. at first, you thought he was nothing but talented and desperate for a job. after a few early mornings like this, you liked him. not like tommy, who sometimes acted like he was a god, but definitely liked him.

you soon understood why you allowed yourself to get closer to him. he was the first person who seemed to care. you didn't loved music because your brother was into it, and he was the first one who noticed it. he was the first to hear you monologuing about records and artists and didn't take it as some passing interest.

★

you felt your back hit the soft mattress, automatically relaxing onto the bed . nikki, who carried you bridal style to the bed, dropped your gift on the side dresser and looked at you again.

“— comfortable, kitten? want another pillow?”

“— noo...ah, this bed feels like heaven.” — you moaned at the pleasure of your muscles relaxing as you stretched out on the bed, truly looking like a kitten.

your drunken voice was obvious. you drank that entire glass while babbling random things to nikki, hearing him agree with everything while laughing. he thought you had enough after you almost fell over while hugging him, thanking him for the gift for probably the fifth time that night

he nodded and turned, showing that he was going to leave the room. that's when he felt your hand grab his wrist, feeling your long nails gently scratching the spot. you pulled lightly, making him involuntarily take a step closer to the bed.

“— where are you going?” — you whined.

“— to sleep. i’ll stay on the couch with tommy.” — he smirked and tried to move away again, being stopped by an even stronger pull on his wrist, this time making him fall on the bed.

“— tommy is like, aaaaaall sprawled out on the couch, you'll never be able to squeeze in there with him.” — you said slurred, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“— is this your excuse for not saying you want me to sleep with you, princess?” — he said while stroking his own shoulder that had hit the bed too hard.

you laughed and blushed. i mean, nikki is pretty sure he saw you blush. his cheeks already had a pinker tone than normal because of the drink, but he's sure it got a little stronger.

he wished he had gotten closer. he could only faintly smell the drink. he wished he could smell you. he wished he had run his fingers through the curves in the length of your hair. he wanted to touch his lips to your face. he didn't understand why, but in that moment, the first time he felt comfortable with the silence between you, he wanted to touch you.

but he didn't.

he watched the way you slowly accepted the sleep. his eyes closing as he listened to your murmurs getting quieter and quieter. you were even more beautiful when you slept. he’s never seen you so relaxed before. is angelic, delicate, untouchable.

and when he thinks he's falling asleep, sad because he'll only be able to see you when he wakes up, it's you he dreams of.

“ i need an easy friend

i do, with an ear to lend

i do, think you fit this shoe

i do, but you have a clue.”

— about a girl, nirvana.

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[leahsixx]

a bien regarder.

a short story of a quiet morning with the Nikki Sixx and Y/N.

warnings: fluff.

lmk if any typos or mistakes.

****, OK let's do this one more time, if this goes wrong again then we'll just have to go with what we've got

Alright let's go.

I think you should bring the boom in just a bit closer. Yeah no that's too close, it's in frame - oh. Yeah that's it. OK, sound

Check

Lights.

Check

Camera, rolling.

Uh, scene 74, take 21

Action.

———

April 17th 1984. It was a sunny, graceful morning, the sun was shining thru the beige curtains making the room have an orange undertone. Birds chirping could be heard. And cars, also motorcycles could be heard driving down the streets. Only a few people were walking down the streets, it was just 9:23 on a Sunday after all. It’s such a gorgeous sight, it felt blessed. I’ve always loved mornings like these, it brung out a peaceful feeling. It felt composed, it was a peerless start to the day. It’d hadn’t been this weather in a while, it was warm, sunlit, and cloudless. My favorite. It was really my kind of morning.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, on the white/beige sheets. A hot cup of coffee in my hands, looking out on the streets, watching a young mother with her son, a cute small boy with brown hair and he was around the age of… 5. It was adorable. They were on their way to the playground on the corner next to our apartment building. I had opened the curtains slightly, not letting too much light in yet. I was wearing a white, soft robe with pink roses on it. It felt warm and comforting around my smooth skin, it was my favorite robe. I was totally lost in my thoughts, taking small sips of the coffee i had prepared..

I snapped out of my day dreaming when i heard Nikki next to me, stirring and making small, cute little sounds. He was waking up, unhurried. I looked at him. His black hair was ruffled and messy. A ray of sun was shining on his pretty face, he looked sleepy as his dark green eyes were fluttering open. The white/beige sheets only covered the lower half of his body as he was nude from the night before. I watched his eyes open and adjust to the orange light that lit the bedroom, i had a soft smile on my face as he looked at me and he rubbed his eyes and let out a small, sleepy whimper. He looked at me as a sleepy smile came onto his rosey lips.

“Good morning..” I say in a soft, quiet tone. Scooting closer and wiping the hair out of his face, he has a lot of it.

“Morning..” He replies, he sounds very sleepy and his voice was raspy. It was quite adorable if you ask me. He was always such a sleepyhead and had trouble waking up early, i had to drag him out of bed if we had plans early in the morning. But today, he woke up on his own.. and we had nothing to do all day. It felt so good.

Nikki sits up against the headboard, he rubs his eyes once again and does a little yawn. His eyes are droopy and he looked disoriented. He had the white/beige sheets covering his lap, his skin was warm so he didn’t need them anyways. It was a warm morning, it felt like summer when it was just April.

I take another sip from my coffee before i reach my hand out and hand him it. I already had drunken half and i didn’t care to give the rest to Nikki. He smiled.

“Thank you, baby..” He mumbled and took the coffee from my hands as he started to sip it.

We sat in bed for about 1,5 hours. Nikki immediately wanted to cuddle, so of course we did. We just stared outside the window, enjoying the nature as Nikki whispered sweet nothings into my ear, it was so comforting and peaceful. After time went on it was time to get ready. Nikki was resisting but when i mentioned showering together he got up like there was no tomorrow.

We got out of bed and went into our shared bathroom. I had turned on the lights and opened the blinds of the one window that was in the bathroom, i looked outside the window to see the tall, dark trees. It was an indescribable sight. We stood beside each other in front of the sink and started to brush our teeth, Nikki’s arms were around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder. He was still sleepy and wanted warmth.

“I love you so much, baby..” He mumbled as he brushed his teeth. It sounded funny but it was incredibly sweet, he is such a puppy.

“I love you too.” I mumbled and spit out my toothpaste, rinsing my mouth and immediately wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a warm and loving hug.

As we both finished brushing our teeth i turned on the shower. As we waited for the water to turn warm i took off my robe, Nikki got excited and immediately started to press soft kisses on my lips. After a moment we both stepped in the shower, Nikki was practically glued to me. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed some into the palm of my hand and started to wash his hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp as he pouted. “I feel like a little kid..” He mumbled grumpy, but he couldn’t hide the fact he had a small blush on his cheeks. He loved showering together. All he wanted is love and affection. And i didn’t think twice to give him all of it.

I just chuckled. Pressing a few kisses to his soft little lips to make it up, he smiled every time i kissed him. His arms were around me and he kept moving and getting distracted. But that didn’t stop me from washing him. I finished washing his gorgeous long black hair, and we ended the morning by making love in the shower..

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-leahsixx.

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[duffslut]

Faking tears

Nikki Sixx x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 630

Warnings: Smut! Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Degradation Kink, Dacryphilia Kink etc. Minors Dni.

- Do you want it? - Nikki asked, moving his hips and making his hard cock dangle in front of your face.

- Yeah. - You said in a whimper.

- Then ask for it. - He said.

- Give me the dick, dada. - You said in a sly voice, leaning forward hoping to finally get what you wanted.

Nikki let out a laugh that made your body shiver and approached you, he held his dick in one of his hands and hit your face with it while laughing at you.

- What a dumb little whore. - He said in a low voice, watching as you kept your mouth open waiting for him to shove his dick down your throat. - You look so pretty for daddy like that.

- Here. - Nikki gently placed the tip of his cock on your lips. - Slow down baby, daddy doesn't want to hurt your little mouth. - He said, putting his dick in and out of your mouth repeatedly.

You kissed his hard, juicy cock, it felt like a dream to finally have his thick pink cock in your mouth, his orders for you to take it slow didn't work, because minutes later you already had his dick so deep in your throat you could barely breathe, you interspersed between his balls and his cock, smearing everything with your drool.

Nikki wrapped his veiny hands around your neck and squeezed your skin as he forced his cock deep into your throat, your eyes rolled back as your mouth was fucked hard.

- Come here. - Nikki commanded, groping your tits and squeezing your nipples while you walked still a bit bewildered to the bed.

He lay down on the bed and put his arms behind his head.

- Do your job doll. - He said, you already know what to do. - Just like daddy taught you.

You straddled Nikki, rubbing your luscious pussy on his cock without letting him penetrate you, your hips moving back and forth quickly, the tip of his dick oozed a clear, sticky liquid and you rubbed it across his abdomen, scratching his sweaty skin with your fingernails while riding on his lap.

You lost control of your body a few seconds later when the feel of your pussy rubbing from balls to tip of Nikki's cock was enough to make you delirious, you closed your eyes and leaned your spine back, moaning more and more uncontrollably, rubbing your body against his harder and harder, your blood was boiling, the pressure in your body was so much that you didn't even hear what Nikki was saying, your moans were too loud you couldn't even listen to him.

- Don't come yet... No... Don't you dare. - It was the few words you heard during your ecstasy, but it was too late, as your ride got slower, your cum spread throughout the length of Nikki's dick.

Your orgasm was so strong that you had tears coming out of your eyes, one of the things that only happened when you fucked with Nikki. You leaned your body forward for comfort, bringing your bare chest together with Nikki's.

Nikki stroked your hair for a few seconds while you had your face buried in his shoulder, but it didn't last long until he showed his dissatisfaction with you. Nikki's caress in your hair started to get more aggressive until he pulled your hair all the way, forcing you to lift your head.

- Shame on you Y/n. - He said seriously, still with his hand holding your hair. - I'll give a real reason for these fake tears.

As soon as Nikki finished talking, you felt his cock being fully penetrated inside you, the startle made you feel a twinge of pain, but Nikki couldn't care less, he thrust inside you mercilessly, making you sob and beg him to slow down.

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[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!! disclaimer before we start this girliez !!

it's gonna be a multi-part fic

it's based on the movie (i read about the band's and nikki's life, but it'd be complicated)

fem!reader will be half russian and half of another nation (you can insert yours here)

it's gonna have some TW parts as cussing, drugs, sex, miscarriage, depression so please read with caution!!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.

word count: 2.308k trigger warning: cursing, pole dance, smoking

1981, hollywood, sunset boulevard

♡ 𝐘/𝐍 ♡

the fake lashes tickled her eyes as one of her colleagues helped her to ruffle up her hair, well, if you can name the other girls who pole dances with you in a night club 'colleagues'.

"i fucking hate this shit" she muttered, putting lipstick on her lips. jessica, the girl who helped her shrugged her shoulders.

"when you're done with that, you can go off with a guy. old men pays way much more then the broke, skinny rock and roll wannabe-ones."

"it's a good idea jess, but i want to use my young years, and maybe get a normal relationship." y/n knew that this decade had its own fuckboys, just like the teddy-boys in the 60s with long coats and hair with much gale, and the hippies in the 70s with those fucking irritating and bad-looking flares and too much color, and now... they had log hair, black clothes and bulked up with studs, now just on their clothes, but on their face, too. sometimes it was fucking disgusting, even worse than punks, but other times, it was pleasant dig into a boy's long hair while he ate her out.

"your choice, baby. two minutes and simon will come in, so prepare yourself." simon was the guy who talked with them; when to go to the stage and when their shift ended, handing out the girls' 'salaries' to them, always in cash, of course. dancing here wasn't her first option; y/n wanted to go to somewhere, where an audience could tell that she had a good voice, or just tell her to fuck off, getting into dancing and singing, acting universities were difficult and expensive to get in. but since she had to pay the bills in the house she shared with two other girls, collecting money wasn't that easy.

in two hours, she was dancing in the big area on the counter, letting men tuck money into her panties and throw it in the front of her legs. shaking and crawling her body to the music, she almost completely shut the world out from her own world. at least she could dance, and she liked dancing, as soon as...

a bolting light shone through the bar. it was impossible to miss that is was a camera light. what the fuck, she turned and saw a couple of guys standing there, making pictures in front of where she was dancing.

"the guys will be so jealous when they're gonna see this! okay, brad, could you-"

"what the fuck do you think are you doing?" y/n stopped dancing, getting their attention.

"just making some pictures, don't worry, babe."

"don't fucking babe me! you can't take pictures here, do you understand?" she hollered, climbing down from the counter.

"could you take a picture about us with your friend in the back? or could you call down her?"

y/n snatched the camera from them.

"if you don't fuck off, i'm gonna trash this piece of shit."

"i'd listen to the girl." two other guy stepped in, they had long hair just like the rockers they probably listened to. one of them, the curlier and brown one carried a drumstick with himself, tucked into his belt.

"sorry, but what the fuck are you?" fuckface brad's one friend asked him.

"just a guy who walks in here from time to time and doesn't break the rules."

"i don't fucking care, could you please go away? we have to take some pictures, give me back that shit!"

"this?" y/n asked, looking at the camera, then, with her heart stomping in her chest, she trashed it down to the ground, breaking it into thousands of pieces. the fuckfaces got shocked.

"are you fucking mad?!"

"you deserved it anyway", the drumstick-boy's friend said, but the next moment, y/n got a punch into her face, crashing into the counter where people stood before it. looking up, she felt something warm running down to her lips, but instead of crying being hurt, she grabbed the nearest bottle she could find, breaking it, she successfully scratched the boy's arm.

"fuck you!" she screamed, aggressively waving the bottle in front of her. "fuck off, right now, motherfuckers!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" simon got in the picture. y/n looked around; some of the guests and jessica stared at them, the rocker boys stopped punching the other two guy as she fretted the third of them with a broken bottle. "if you do it again, you are gonna get fired!"

the girl looked at him, laughing, grabbing as much as money she could.

"yeah? then you won't gonna get the chance to fire me, because i quit! fuck you, simon, and fuck everybody in this craphole! i'm done!" screaming, she walked back to collect her things. not saying a word to anyone, carrying her clothes and her wallet, she walked beside simon, pushing his shoulder with hers as he tried to talk with her. but now, she was mad and unstoppable.

"you can never go back here if you quit now!" simon yelled to her as she stood at the door, now everybody staring at them.

"you know what simon?" she asked, licking her lips. iron from blood. with money in one hand, she dropped her things for a second and showed up both of her middle fingers.

turning around, she left the place that was her second place to go, but not her second home. out the door, she saw that people were staring into the bar, probably they heard the fight.

"hey dude! give me a fucking cigarette." getting one, they lit it to her.

"do you know what happened? we heard yelling and screaming." a woman asked, y/n nodded, blowing out the smoke.

"yeah, it was me. and don't come here, because the motherfuckers replace half of the whiskey with water." then walking away, she sat down on the side of the road, smoking the stick between her lips as she put on her skirts, top and her jacket. she couldn't think about what's gonna be with her. there was always a place for a crawling, dancing girl who could dress up as a slut.

"hey, are you okay?"

turning around, it was the same two guy who tried to defend her. she couldn't blame them, she blamed the brad-kinda assholes. holding the cig with her hand now, she bit her lip.

"except that the fact that now i'm jobless, that my face hurts and got rearranged, i'm pretty good, thanks." they sat down beside her.

"we're sorry for what happened. but we beat them up."

"you were cool, too! with that broken bottle. i'm tommy, by the way, and he's nikki."

"i can talk myself too, tom."

"i'm y/n. and that's my job... well, was."

"sorry that we couldn't stop it." nikki looked at her. he had pretty, green eyes, not the ones she could see everyday.

"don't worry, it was just a matter of time. otherwise, if i have to handle those three, maybe i'd be in jail now. and i hate this shit", she added, tearing down the fake lashes.

"would you actually stab them?" tommy asked.

"of course. if they break the rules, i break them head." at that, the two of them looked each other. "what? you don't meet girls everyday who smash others for being a motherfucker?"

"no, most of my girlfriends cry and scream, or throw something at me." tommy shrugged his shoulders. "i'm gonna borrow some cigs, do y'all want some?"

"yes, please." y/n said, and nikki nodded, also. now, it was just the two of them. she turned to the guy.

"and you? any troubled girl?" he shook his head.

"not one yet. but an upcoming band, and it's gonna be fire."

"upcoming band? you drive in bands?"

"yeah. but the last one was shit, it was called london."

"bands with names of towns never work, didn't anybody tell you that before?" nikki laughed at her question. "well, now you know. and any plans about the new one?"

"it's gonna be... the best band you've ever seen. but i still need some members in it, now i only have tommy. so tell me, can you sing?"

it this the hand of fate? y/n was far too much played to believe in some guy's promises and questions.

"well, nobody wanted to beat me when i was carousing in my rent." laughing at this, nikki turned to her.

"maybe if you can really sing, i'll count a frontwoman into my band."

"frontwoman? don't joke with me." y/n shook her head at his words.

"why would i joke? why do you think it's a joke?"

"because i got fucked up by some people before, and i don't believe to empty promises. see, i'll go there, and if the band is cool, then i'm in."

tommy came back, handing the cigarettes to them, showing up a bottle alcohol.

"guys, i found this on the ground, it's only half empty!" he said, making y/n grimace.

"watch out, maybe it's piss. happens a lot of time." the two guy laughed again.

"were did you learn these comments?" tommy asked. y/n shrugged her shoulders, letting nikki light her cigarette.

"anywhere. i spent my childhood with people i learned a lot from."

"were you in orphanage?" nikki asked, and she nodded. another piece of ash falling to the ground.

"kinda. i grew up in sacramento, and getting out from it, i came here."

"that's fine. i sent my mother into jail, but she was an asshole anyway." nikki added, making y/n pull up her eyebrows, nodding approvingly.

"hard."

"do you wanna go to party? tommy?" the guy asked, tommy shook his head.

"sorry, but i gotta be home. i think that girl broke up with me, but anyway, it was nice to meet you, y/n."

"see you again, toms."

"how so?"

"your friend just invited me to sing in his upcoming band, the one that never anybody has seen before." she teased nikki.

"wow, that's cool! i thought we're gonna have a guy, but that's okay."

"can't i be as good as a guy?" she asked back, making tommy look at nikki. "whatever, it's only a trial."

as tommy got away, y/n finished her second cigarette. "it was a pleasure to meet you, nikki, but i gotta search for a new place to work."

"really?"

"why? until 4am, they're open. it's not a big deal."

"come and party with me instead of it. or just sit down and talk, hm?" the girl smiled at this, rolling her eyes.

"are you trying to fuck me? other guys just pay me the drinks and help me to get to the bathroom."

"no, i just wanna get to know more about you. you're probably not pure american, judging by your accent." nikki answered, helping her stand up. y/n looked at him.

"it's true that i'm a half-blood. half russian, half (y/na). every cop asks for my id, everybody thinks that i'm a fucking illegal immigrant, but i'm just as an american citizen as this fucking ford!" she said, pointing at the car beside them.

"fuck the police anyway. and... you said that you were a foster kid, how so?"

"i don't want to talk about it. besides, not everybody's choice to get their parents int jail."

the truth was that her mother was truly an illegal immigrant, and in the short half and a year she was in the states, she got pregnant with her from a fellow guy she met with. when y/n was born, her mother had a beautiful, lovely six months with her baby, but then, one day the police knocked on her door. having no father and living in a mother's home, it was an instant way to get into orphanage.

"i'm sorry about that. do you want to forget these things with some booze?" nikki asked as they turned down on the road.

"do you have an actual place to live?" she asked him.

"do you have a place to stay?" nikki asked back.

"hell yeah, just because i'm stated as a slut by the society, i'm not a homeless one!" y/n spread her arms beside them, almost slapping a guy. they both laughed at that. "lead me to your place."

"right away, princess." he replied, setting his arm around her shoulder. "can i?" nikki looked at her, y/n looked up to her from her real eyelashes.

"what?"

"people can think that we're going up to me to fuck." y/n laughed, shrugging her free shoulder.

"and do i look like i give a fuck about what they think?"

♡ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ♡

y/n could be only one girl from all those who he met through the years, but she wasn't. he was unsure about that he really should invite her to the band, because if they really would get famous, everybody would bully her do death. and maybe she wouldn't get it on herself, but he would blow up from all the shit she'd get. looking at her, he only knew her a couple hours ago, but the way she protected herself from the creeps in the bar in underwear, the way she talked, she could be a pure ghetto chick, but she was more than that. it was like... she born into the wrong place, wanting to be more than she was now.

"is something bad? or are you just thinking?" she asked him.

"what? no, i just hope that i locked the windows before i started the night."

"i fancy the simple fact that you are a guy who is capable of thinking."

he wasn't a fan of fast and strong emotions, but if she doesn't stop replying sarcastically, he's gonna marry her.

it was just a matter of time...

...and tons of drugs, music and trouble.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

a/n: i gotta get into writing since i just got back, but i hope you still like it. if you want to get on the taglist, dm, comment or write here

take care and stay safe girliez

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[imagintheworldaway]

I Hate Tour

No warnings except a fight!

requests open

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– 1984 – 

Sitting in the dingy apartment I shared with my boyfriend I watched as he was picking up random items and stuffing them into the duffel bag. I didn’t want to show him I was upset but how could I not? He was going on a several months long national tour. “Just please listen to me” I pleaded with my boyfriend as I sat on the bed in the middle. “Look you can’t get mad if you don’t want to come with us Y/N” Nikki huffed packing lazily. “But this one is for months, you’ve never been gone for months” I sighed. “But babe, I have to, if this one goes well then the world could be next” Nikki said, leaning and kissing my forehead. “And so you will be on another continent doing god knows what, or even who” i mumbled, huffing and falling back on the bed. “Do you really not trust me?” Nikki said, standing stoic in front of me, daggers lacing his voice. “I never said that” I quipped back, leaning on my elbows to look at him. He was now staring at me from across the room. “You implied it” he bit back, grabbing a tank and shoving it in the bag. “I Love you Nick, you are all i have and i can’t lose that” i said opening my heart to my long-term boyfriend, watching as different emotions crossed his face. “And i love this, and the band, and i have been trying for years, please Y/N, trust me”  he replied, i could tell that he was irritated at this conversation already. 

This fueled a fire in me that I didn't know was there. Why didn’t he care as much as I did? I know he invited me but I had work, someone needed to carry on paying our rent, did he not get that i had a stable job that could support us? I snapped “Fine fuck off and travel the country and fuck a girl in every state, hell every provence i couldn’t care less” I spat, hating that he was acting like this. “Fine i will” Nikki spat back, slamming his case and trudging out the back of our apartment. I shuffled over to the window, waiting for him to emerge. I saw Tommy sat in his car, tapping along to the radio. I soon saw the black mop appear and before I could think about what I was doing I stuck my head out the window. “AND DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE COME BACK HERE, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR SHITTY BAND AGAIN” i screamed, causing the two boys to look up just as i slammed the window shut. I kept peeking through the corner of the window as Nikki threw a rock, I flinched before watching him get in Tommy's shitty convertible and the two of them speed off down the sunny boulevard.

I slumped back in bed and let the tears roll freely down my face. I stayed like that until the evening rolled around and my shift was about to start. I was still upset, but even more so now that Nikki hadn’t even called to say sorry. I didn't know where he was so I couldn't do it. He knew what time I started work, so why didn’t he call me? I shook my head and huffed, pulling on my tank, ready to take over for tonight's shift downstairs. I took a quick look in the mirror that Nikki had insisted on putting next to the door. Thank god the bar was dark because I had no time to fix my racoon eyes or messy hair.

I slinked down the stairs which led into the staff coatroom behind the stockroom of my work. “Hey Y/N, you alright?” Corey, one of the other managers asked as I clocked in. “yh i’m good” i huffed, shoving my clock in card back into my name holder. “You sure? Your makeup is a little smudged?” Corey pushed hesitantly as he flattened some boxes. I just stared at him, holding back my tears. I felt my lip tremble and broke my stare from my co-worker. “I’m sorry” was all he said, giving me a sad smile. I just nodded and made my way to the back of the bar. 

The night was a blur, we had a good band on, so I was listening, drowning out the thoughts of my boyfriend and wherever the hell he may be, nodding my head as I polished some glasses. “Hey hot stuff” I heard someone over the bar. I turned and smiled at the guy. He was cute, shaggy hair, deep brown eyes, a little taller than me, with a drunk smile. “What can I get you?” I smiled back, “how about your number?” he beamed, a slight slur in his  voice. “Sorry I have a boyfriend” I said out of instinct, didn't I? “C’mon” his smile had something a little more to it now, determination, persistence even. Before I knew how to respond I felt an arm around my shoulder “can I help you?” I looked up and locked eyes with Corey. “Alright man, I get it” the guy huffed as he walked off, defeat finally encasing him. “Thanks” I smiled, turning back to my glasses, slithering out of Coreys grasp. “So where is the boyfriend?” Corey asked as he put away the glasses I handed to him. “On tour” i said, as plainly as possible, i didn't want the hurt of him actually being gone to show. “He's finally made it then?” Corey stopped what he was doing, emphasising the finally. “I guess so, he left this morning, tour of America, next the world” I hummed. “Why didn't you go with him? Normally he doesn’t let you out of his sight "I dropped the rag i was using. “I don't know, it's scary, I suppose, I thought not seeing what goes on on tour would be easier, than actually living through it” I said, biting my lip. “How long has he gone for?” Corey probed, listening to me ramble. “a few months” I clarified, finishing my side work. I finally turned around to face my colleague. “You should have gone Y/N, he will make it, we all know that” I watched as he poured me a drink and slid it towards me. “Well, i didn't, i’m here, and that's the choice i made” i said sipping on the rum and coke as Corey gave me a sad smile. 

It was strange, finishing a shift and not having Nikki bound towards me and smothering me in kisses, or handing me a drink, or drowning me in conversation about the band or what antics he had gotten up to that day. Instead I was sitting here, at an empty bar, with just my colleagues and the few drunkards who were trying to get the last sip in before they locked the doors. I don't know how long passed but the next thing i knew i felt someone shaking my arm. I lifted my head from the bar and met the bright blue eyes of Corey. “Go up to bed Y/N, i’ll see you in a few days” he smiled. The bar was empty, the lights were off and he was in his jacket. “Um thanks” I said giving him a half smile before dragging myself back up to my apartment. 

The first thing I did was press the answering machine. Unfortunately the docile tone gave me my answer that no messages had been left, no calls had been missed, meaning no boyfriend had called. I let the warm tears flow, as I cocooned myself in the blankets, holding his pillow close, the comfort of his smell making me feel ok. I wish he called, so I could say sorry, it's just a silly fight. We always have silly fights. But never silly fights like this, never where he didn't call, or come back, or i couldn't reach him. “Just call,” I whispered, looking at the picture of us that stood on my bedside table before drifting into a restless sleep.

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[thesmokingguns]

So Caught up in You

It was the nerves that surprised you. When had you ever been nervous around Nikki or anyone in the band? Never. You had just waltzed in one day, laying around on a dirty couch and smoking someone else's cigarettes. They had just accepted your presence because Tommy wasn’t ever going to tell you to leave and the boys all had adopted you as theirs. Tommy had known you the longest, you had played together as kids and his mother and yours swapped recipes.

You didn’t know when it started but one day you had climbed in the window of the hell house and saw Nikki writing music on the couch. There was something about the way he looked, his black hair down and unstyled, roots leaking through, black jeans and sneakers, just a sweatshirt on and no makeup. He was just Nikki at that moment and not Nikki Sixx the bassist. But it tightened your belly and you realized that you had a crush on him. So you had done the only thing you could think to do and flounced over, sitting on his knee, fingers brushing his bass as he looked up at you, surprise in his eyes as you didn’t look away.

“What are you doing, kid?” you shrugged a shoulder and he shook his head, “I knew that I smelled trouble.” he looked concerned, like he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be doing or if he should be doing anything but you didn’t get up. Instead you raised his head, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. It was gentle and sweet, so unlike what he was going through lately that he just watched, letting you take the lead.

Part of you wanted to tell him that you thought he looked good but you were afraid the compliment would go right to his head and you would have to deal with him being too cocky and that just wouldn’t do. So instead you pushed his hand from his bass and moved it to your hip, watching his eyes look down, take in your country club tennis outfit, white skirt, white keds, white soft sweater. When Nikki looked back up, ready to question what you were doing you kissed him.

That was the real trouble; you didn’t know Nikki had been trying to not kiss you for months now. He was keeping himself in line because you were Tommy’s childhood friend and everyone knew the drummer looked at you like a baby sister. Nikki had been spending his time on his best behavior and now you were climbing through windows and kissing him, taking away all the self control he had.

You pushed his bass aside, letting him grab your thighs, pull you on his lap as you smiled against his lips, letting Nikki take over now as he let his tongue drag across your bottom lip, pushing between them as you whimpered into his mouth. He shook his head, pulling back to look at you as you cocked your head to the side.

“Why’d ya stop?” you were aware of your muttered words, how you felt a little warm from kissing him. So different from the boys and girls you had kissed before. But Nikki had a serious look on his face, looking at you with his green eyes. He was making sure this was real and not some sort of game you were playing. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in some laugh you were having at his expense.

“What are you doing, kid?” He sighed out because he knew you didn’t understand what he wanted but you shrugged your shoulders at him in the same nonchalant way you went about everything,, “We can’t do this.” He was firmer with you now, but his fingers still tugged at the bottom of your sweater, not quite ready to let you up yet.

You had men who had wanted you and knew that sometimes people needed just a nudge in the right direction and you had no problem giving Nikki some nudges.

“You just looked pretty and I wanted to kiss you.” And your honesty made him have to shake his head, trying to hide the smile that was peeking through. You were well aware that you were being vulnerable but you wanted to kiss him again, “Let's go into your room. No one is here.” you were moving to stand up, reaching for his hand to tug him with you but Nikki stood, shaking his head at you.

“No, kid. Why don’t you head home?” he was pulling away from you, not giving you your way and infuriating you as your eyes narrowed and your pout settled on the sweet features of your face. Nikki saw the look and knew at that point you had him hook, line, and sinker.

“Nikki.” His name was a whine, the soft thump of your foot making him look at you, green eyes smiling as he ruffled your head and pushed you towards the window. He needed you to leave before this got to far but as you climbed out the window you swore to yourself you were going to get your revenge on him for making you wait.

Which leads you to now, standing in front of your bedroom mirror, looking at the lace bustier you were wearing as a shirt, thigh high stockings clipped to a garter belt peeking out from under the black leather skirt you were wearing that was short enough that when you walked your ass started to peak out and you had to constantly play the step and tug game.. You had gone right to the store after Nikki had told you No, having a bit of a Sandra D moment as you shed your white keds for black lace and bad decisions.

The boys had a show tonight and you were going to show up, look at Nikki in your new getup and give him a minute to regret saying no to you earlier.

And for calling you kid.

It wasn’t that he had just said no to you, it was how he had dismissed you so easily, like it didn’t matter that you had wanted to kiss him. He was acting like you couldn’t make up your mind and that infuriated you. You knew you had a crush on him and he should have taken your feelings more seriously.

Nikki was getting off stage when he saw you, bumping into Vince who had caught sight of you first and nearly making both of them fall to the sticky back stage floor. Your eyes, lined in black with long black eyelashes looked at Nikki, the lingerie you were wearing as an outfit giving him more than he could handle seeing. Your red lips wrapped around a lollipop, popped off with a sticky wet sound that had the boys all very interested in having your attention.

“Jesus, Y/N. You’re going to catch pneumonia.” Tommy was pushing his way over, grabbing the towel Nikki had been wiping his face with in an attempt to cover you. But you twirled away, heads leaning to the side to watch the way your high heels made a clicking sound against the ground and your hips swayed, you tossed your hair over your shoulder, eyes on Nikki who looked like a starved animal.

“Good show today, kid.” At that moment they all realized you had dressed up for the bassist and jealousy filled up the boys. Except for Tommy who was shaking head with a firm ‘no’ coming out of his mouth, looking at Nikki who was smiling again.

Maybe he had underestimated you but he watched you, the way you tossed your hair over your shoulder looking at him.

“I have a date tonight but I’ll see you boys around.” you walked without doing the tug making sure Nikki could see the way your ass was bouncing free.

The door hadn’t even shut yet when you were pinned against a wall, Nikki’s body planted against you as he breathed you in. The hot heat of desire so strong as you looked up at him, seeing the torment that was on his face. Poor Nikki was trying to be a good boy but you wanted him so bad.

“You’re trying to kill me, Ya know? Kill me.” he hissed it out, Leather clad thigh slipping between your legs as you gasped out. Perfect little red’ ‘o’ of a mouth forming as he pushed his thigh into the heat of your pussy, “I’m trying to do right by you, ya know that kid? Tryin’ to be good enough but you are not making it easy.” You blinked at him.

“I just wanted you to kiss me Nikki. Kiss me from my head to my toes. If you’re good at that, that’s all I care about.” his hand formed a fist as you spoke and he had to close his eyes, head going back as he tried not to get mad at how easy you were toying with him. “But I have a date so I should-”

“Like hell you do.” your eyes were on him now, watching the green of his eyes thicken with jealousy, pulling away from you and grabbing your wrist as you tilted your head, “You’re coming home with me. None of these other guys are any good.” And just like that you were getting exactly what you-

“You can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the floor.” your pout was on your face again and you tried to tug away but Nikki wasn’t letting you go. He wanted you. He really wanted you but if you just wanted lust he wasn’t going to give in. “Kid, I’ll toss you over my shoulder. Don’t put up a fight.” You thought about kicking his ankle but decided against it. Letting Nikki drag you along.

If he hadn’t looked so damn good earlier this wouldn’t have happened. This stupid crush you were trying to get over but Nikki was just digging you deeper into. Would it ever end?

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[michelle-is-writing]

Tommy’s Sister, Nikki Sixx

Request: Can you do a tommy lee where his baby sister is graduating from collage and she's up st her house unexpected with his bandmates and he catches a dude seeking out of her room and come to find out her and the dude has be sleeping together.

Word Count: 1.4k~

Tommy has always been a protective older brother, despite only being ten months older than me. Still, when he’s around, Tommy makes sure that no guy has even the smallest opportunity to say something to me, much less hit on me. He shuts every guy down quickly, but over the years, I’ve grown more annoyed as the things I used to find funny now seem overbearing and embarrassing.

However, what Tommy doesn’t realize is the one guy he has failed to shut down is his own bandmate, Nikki. This is mostly due to Nikki turning any guy away from me like Tommy does, leading to Tommy thinking he’s picked up the older brother attitude as well, but no - not by a long shot.

Currently, Tommy still has no idea about mine and Nikki’s relationship, and with us going on over a year now, we have to figure out how to tell him soon. Our relationship started right when Tommy brought Nikki over to our parents’ house for dinner one night and I happened to have some free time away from my college classes. Nikki and I could almost read each other’s minds as we sat across from each other at my parent’s dinner table, smiles forming on our faces as everyone talked around us. That was several Motley Crue tours ago, and now that they’re all home for the next four months, Nikki and I have plenty of time to try and formulate a plan. Hopefully, we'll be able to enact some type of plan before my graduation, avoiding any negative outcomes.

“You know he’s going to freak out the second we tell him,” Nikki points out the obvious, lying on his side next to me in my bed. His hair is a wreck and the makeup he had on from their last show stains underneath his eyes. The second he got back from their recent tour, he came straight over to my apartment while Tommy went to our parents. It worked out perfectly. “I mean, he’s not going to be happy.”

“About what? That his best friend is in his sister's bed? Or that we’re naked?” I ask him, rolling over to press my chest against his, gaining a smirk from him in response. Instantly, Nikki’s arm resting against my waist pulls me closer to him as he connects his plush lips to mine for a short second. The moment he pulls away, I can’t help but giggle. “Do you think Tommy’s going to kill us?”

Nikki laughs at my whispered question, shaking his head against my sheets. “No, he won’t kill us. Me maybe, but definitely not you,” he jokes, earning a teasing slap to his chest. He only grins at this, his lower lips caught between his teeth. “I think if we invite him over and calmly explain it to him, he might have a… better reaction.”

Nodding at Nikki’s words, I cuddle closer to him in our hold while pushing my face against his neck. It feels so good to finally be able to spend time with Nikki that doesn’t involve him having to use a pay phone or sending me postcards. We’re finally together after almost five months of having to suffer without him. I couldn’t be happier for him to finally be back, and what makes it even better is the fact that he came straight to my place after getting off the plane. I don’t know what exactly went through my head when he knocked on my apartment door with his carry-on behind him, but I do remember immediately pulling him inside for a kiss. That kiss is why we’re in our current predicament as that kiss was just the start of many things to occur throughout the night.

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t lose his shit,” I mumble, Nikki nodding in response to my words. For a few moments, a calm silence passes between us, but it’s not awkward; in fact, it’s the exact opposite. It feels as if the world and time itself has slowed down around us and it’s just me and Nikki, no one else.

“I could stay like this forever,” I whisper to Nikki, earning a nod and kiss back in response. I can hear his voice speak up, “me too, sweetheart,” but I’m drifting asleep too fast to even process the words. Being so comfortable in his arms has made me feel like I haven’t slept in ages, and it’s so relaxing.

The sound of my front door slamming open has me emerging from my sleepy state quickly, and before I can even jump up to investigate, Nikki’s already out of bed, wrapping a random towel from my floor around his waist as he opens my bedroom door. The strong and brave demeanor he gained thinking it was an intruder immediately falters as soon as his eyes catch Tommy walking through my living room with his back facing us, causing Nikki to quietly shut the door afterward before turning to me with wide eyes. “What the fuck,” he mouths to me, only to be met with my own bewildered expression. When the hell did my brother get a key to my place?

“(Y/n)?” Tommy yells my name out, bringing me out of my stupor. Jumping up from my bed, I clamber over to my door and quickly grab my robe. Quickly shuffling to put it on, Nikki helps me do so as my legs kind of feel like jelly right now, leading to him holding me against him as I stand.

“I’m in my room!” I yell out, fear coursing through me as I hear Tommy’s running feet come closer. “Don’t come in! I’m naked!” I add, hoping he’ll get the message. However, because it’s Tommy we’re talking about, he never gets the message.

I hear him laugh, Nikki and I sharing a confused look as he does so. That is until his laughter is cut short and his tone changes. “Why are you naked?” He asks, banging on my bedroom door now. “Is there a boy in there?!”

With there being no lock on my door, Tommy wastes no time in opening it, only to turn the corner and see his best friend standing right beside me, my pink bath towel wrapped around his naked torso as his arm stays wrapped around my waist, definitely not making the situation any better. For a moment, Tommy is shocked, and I’m almost scared of what’s to come next.

“Oh, what the fuck?!” He finally speaks up, Nikki and I jolting as soon as he does so. “Nikki, really?! How long- When did- ugh!” Shouting in frustration, Tommy throws his hands up in the air before moving to sit on the edge of my bed, seemingly a little overwhelmed. “I mean, I never knew! How did I not know? I should’ve seen something, right?” Tommy looks over at me and Nikki, waiting for a response that we can’t seem to give him. In fact, neither of us can really speak up at the moment, still in shock.

“Nikki, we’re best buds - you couldn’t have told me?” He says, shaking his head afterward. Looking down at the ground, he sighs. “At least it wasn’t Vince…” he mutters more to himself than us, but Nikki and I end up letting out a relieved laugh at Tommy’s sudden joking mood.

“At least you’re not trying to kill me,” Nikki tells Tommy, making him laugh as well. The more Tommy seems to let go, the more relieved I become. Maybe Tommy’s accepting of our relationship, but then again, he doesn’t know all the details - like the fact we’ve been together for over a year now, and Tommy’s only finding out now.

“No, dude, I just wish you would’ve told me sooner,” Tommy says, making me smile. “I wondered why you haven’t touched any of the chicks on our tours, but now I know- and dude! I’m actually relieved now!”

At Tommy’s revelation, I fully relax in Nikki’s hold as my heart skips a beat, Nikki pulling my body closer to him in response. I always believed Nikki when he said he wasn’t with anyone else, but to hear Tommy further validate everything makes me feel so much more love for Nikki as well as the love Nikki proclaims to me.

The moment’s going so well, perfect almost, but just like Tommy, Nikki doesn’t get the hint when to stop either, and instead of letting the silence persist, he has to speak his mind.

“Dude, you probably shouldn’t be sitting on the bed, though.”

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[livfastdieyoung69]

Nikki sixx or Tommy Lee x reader where reader is like a famous pop star bubbly persona and she meets them at a award show maybe (Turns out she’s a metal head)

Award Shows

(90s!Nikki Sixx x Metalhead!bassist!reader)

Award shows suck. Sure, you might win some cool award and get your five seconds of fame but was it really worth sitting at a table with a bunch of people you either don’t know or probably hated all night long? On top of that, there was no alcohol in sight. So here Y/N stood in the world's most uncomfortable outfit, with the guitairst of their band, Kacey Towers, whispering in their ear to look atleast a little happy as they tried very hard to hide their aggravation from the flashing cameras. They ignored the shouting papparazi and continued down the red carpet into the venue with a sigh.

Vinnie Lake, Static in Conspiracy’s very own singer, had already made a detour to some hot chick he saw, leaving the rest of the band to figure out where they’re supposed to be sitting. After confusingly whisper-shouting at each other for way too long, their drummer, Trip Ryke, finally went to go find a worker or something, leaving Kacey and Y/N to awkwardly stand and watch as the other artists found their seats way too easily. Y/N looked over to Kacey at the sound of him quietly giggling.

“Whats so funny, dude?”

“Look, your boyfriends here!” Kacey teased as his giggling continued. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before their eyes starting scanning the crowd again.

“What are you talking ab- oh, holy shit! Why did nobody fucking tell me he was gonna be here?!” Kacey kept giggling at their expense while Trip finally returned.

“What are we laughing at?”

“Nikki Sixx is here with Motley and Y/N is totally freaking out.” Trip let a little airy laugh out before speaking.

“Leave ‘em alone while they have a crisis would you? C’mon were over here.” Apparently they had been on the exact opposite side of the huge room which made sense because MC Hammer was sitting at the table they were standing by. The group weaved their way through way too many tables, Vinnie eventually joining them at one point.

“Are you sure were not lost? I think we’re lost.”

“We’re not lost Vin! Look, I see it right over there.” Trip pointed to their table as he spoke. Y/N immediatley turned around at the sight of the other band at their table but Trip caught their arm.

“No. No, no, no, no, no. Oh my god, no!”

“Oh, you’ll be fine, babe!” Vinnie had a habit of calling everyone pet names, especially his band members.

“I absolutley will not be, I’m totally gonna embarass myself infront of Nikki Sixx- who incase you didn’t notice is totally the hottest guy in the world!”

“Thanks.” Y/N whipped around with widened eyes at the sound of the smooth voice to find the entirety of Motley Crue watching the other band as if they were a reality TV show, and Nikki Sixx himself staring directly at them with a grin covering his face from ear to ear.

“You…are welcome. I totally already embarrassed myself so glad we got that out of the way.” SIC moved to sit down at the half of the table Motley wasn’t taking up, unfortunately forcing Y/N to sit by Nikki, much to their embarrassment.

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re pretty hot too. Its Y/N, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's me. And thanks, but I definitely don’t look like this normally, these pants are doing like half of the work. Can barely fucking breathe in these things.” Nikki let out a small laugh at their comment.

“Yeah, they don’t look very comfortable. Maybe I can help you take them off later?” It was Y/N’s turn to laugh now.

“Just cause I said you were hot doesn’t mean I’m a groupie, dude!”

“Dude?”

“Trip- the bleach blonde down there- has been saying it since I’ve known him and I’ve know him since…5th grade I think? It’s kinda stuck on me over the years.” Their conversation went silent, but not uncomfortable. Nikki spoke up after awhile.

“Hey, listen, I really like your guys’ music and I really like you, would you maybe wanna meet up and get something to eat, maybe write some lyrics or something?” Y/N’s eyes widened once again at his words.

“Yeah, I’d love that! I really like you too.” Maybe award shows weren’t so bad.

this is totally not what the request was but this popped in my mind and I thought it would be a cute idea 😭😭sorry bae

written with the 1990 MTV Music Video Awards in mind, i kinda hate this but I feel bad not putting something out so here ya go i guess! I’m gonna try to write some chapters for Bones and RND. it doesn’t really say anything specifically about it but I did make the reader a bassist cause we never get any attention and i felt like it lol

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[sixxrock666]

Can you write a Nikki Sixx imagine for new years, I know this is a late request so don’t worry about rushing you can take however long you need :)

I wasn’t sure what exactly you wanted so here’s a lot of fluff with Nikki on a new years eve. Hope you don’t mind i added a fun scene with all of the members…crossing my fingers you’ll like it :)…it is pretty short tho so sorry about that

★ new year

You were currently on your way to the new years party the guys were talking about these past few weeks, walking with Nikki and the guys, with Nikkis hand draped over your shoulder keeping you close and warm.

You all were slightly intoxicated from the alcohol you already drank at Vinces place, so it was no surprise when Tommys shout interrupted your peaceful walk.

"Dudes there's a photo booth we've got to go in there"

Mick rolled his eyes ready to protest but Vince was already excitedly following Tommy to the booth.

"fucks sake" Mick grumbled out but ended up following them anyway like the responsible parent.

Nikki laughed to himself before pulling you along.

Ever since you started dating Nikki you became really close with the guys and you’d dare to say they were your family. They filled your days with endless laughs and happiness and you were so thankful for them despite all the casualties they caused.

Tommy was the first to get in the booth placing himself in the corner. Mick went after him along with Vince, which left Nikki the free chair in the middle. He sat down and pulled you on his lap.

Vince reached over to put in the money and start the machine up but in the process he ended up butting his hand into Nikkis head and his elbow into Micks stomach so all hell broke lose before you even got to take the picture.

Mick was letting out curse after curse, Tommy was trying to get to calm down Vince but made it worse, while Nikki stoot up, trying to get back at Vince and somehow you got pulled up along with them.

After you all calmed down you realized the pictures were already done, already taken. You caught Vinces eye, the look of pure horror on your faces... the pictures were done.

You all tried to scramble out of the small space to see what came out of this at once. Which considering the small door was a horrible idea.

You were the first to get your hands on the photos and oh god.

Somehow the first picture consisted of a blurry Tommy and Nikki launching onto Vince, then the second one was you getting pulled up by Vince with Mick looking ready to kill you all. And in the last photo you weren't really sure what was going on because all you could see were blury bodies and hands sticking out everywhere.

Suddenly Tommy snatched the picture out of your hands and just started laughing like crazy while showing it to the other guys. Heck they were crazy but you loved them so much and wouldn't trade this for anything.

Tommy carefully put the picture away and swung his arms around you and Nikki, nestling himself in the middle. Vince joined yourside ruffling your hair and Mick stuck to to Nikkis side as you made your way to your destination.

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You were finally able to get away from the party with Nikki, you were both running up the stairs hand in hand while trying not to fall over, with alcohol flowing through your veins.

You two were giggling like crazy as Nikki almost threw himself at the door when you reached the top. You helped him steady himself and open the door to the roof top.

Nikki led you to the ledge and he looked absolutely breathtaking. His dyed black hair looked as fluffy as ever. The moon haze shone on his eyes making them look ethereal. His smile lit up his whole face and you felt that fuzzy feeling in your chest know he was the one. Your Nikki.

"C'mon what are you thinking so hard about love"

Nikki said as he pulled you towards him, your back to his chest with his arms wrapped around you.

"Nothing I'm just really happy" you barely whispered out. Nikki nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and placed soft kisses along your neck, while his hands caressed your hips lovingly.

"I'm glad"

You couldn't be more happy with Nikki besides you, the rest of the boys somewhere around and the dark sky, lit up with stars all over with the muffled music coming from downstairs. You found solace in the moment.

Nikki suddenly perked up as you both heard the countdown starting.

He spun you around and looked you straight in the eyes while his face was plastered with the most sincere smile.

He placed his hand on your cheek, pulled you closer and rested his forehead momentarily against yours. The look he gave you was filled with nothing but pure love and adoration. You were his.

"4, 3, 2, 1,.."

Nikki pulled you in a sloppy kiss while holding you firm, his hands on your hip and cheek. The fireworks went off in the distance, the sound muffled but neither of you cared much because all you two could feel was each others warm skin.

He could still taste the remaining cherry cola chapstick you always used and he could feel you smile into the the kiss. He had everything he ever wanted and dang it if this won’t be the best year till now he doesn't want it.

He lightly deppened the kiss, his hands slowly moving downward towards your ass as his tongue found his place in your mouth.

When you had to catch a breath you pulled away laughing and throwing yourself on him, arms around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around before stopping and laughing along with you.

Nikki placed a short, sweet kiss on your forehead and pulled you back in the hug as his calloused hands started stroking your hair.

"fuck i love you so much" he whispered as he squeezed you thighter afraid you’d disappear.

"i love you" you said back, with the fireworks still going off.

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Trigger Warning- Suicidal thoughts, self-harm, child abuse, heavy mentions of cancer (you all know what's coming)

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Chapter 18- A is for Angst

"Y/N..." Vince began to say but seemed to be in too much shock to finish the sentence.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking, fuck.

Vince was never meant to see the cuts. Not again. Not while his daughter was dying in hospital.

"I-I gotta go. Sorry."

You were on your feet and out the room before Vince could say or do anything.

It was late at night, the only people walking around the floor were a few nurses with clipboards who didn't look twice in your direction. The hospital was quiet which you were grateful of because it didn't take long for the elevator door to open. However, just as you stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor, Vince slipped in between the closing doors.

Damnit.

"Show me." He ordered, his voice forcefully stern as he slammed the 'stop' button on the control panel forcing the lift to come to a stop between floors.

There was no getting out of this. It was too late to lie, and it was too late to escape the elevator. And Vince knew it too.

"No." You simply responded folding your arms across your chest defensively. "There's nothing to show."

Vince's expression hardened, his jaw clenched and unclenched as he stared at you with an unreadable look in his eye. For a few tense seconds, neither of you moved or said anything. The silence in the enclosed elevator was deafening. You could practically hear your heart thumping in your chest while your hands trembled a little by your sides in anticipation for what was to come.

Your brother never yelled or got angry when you were kids, but right now, he looked on the verge of snapping.

He didn't need to worry about this. His daughter was in hospital with cancer. He shouldn't have to worry about his little sister too. You didn't want him to worry or know about this in the first place, but now he did.

Suddenly, Vince stepped forward and grabbed your hand before forcefully yanking your sleeve up exposing the cuts on your inner arm. He stared down at your skin taking in the fresh angry red cuts mixed between the still healing scars. Tears were beginning to rise in your eyes, but you forced them back.

Vince let out a frustrated sigh dropping your hand and rubbed his face before his brown eyes met yours. And he did not look happy.

"Why?" He questioned.

You shook your head, "it doesn't matter."

"You're cutting yourself and you don't think it matters?!" Vince shouted, his voice raising an octave as he stared at you in utter disbelief. "At least tell me why?"

"I don't know."

"Bullshit!"

"I don't know!" You shouted back.

"Do you want to fucking die? Is that it?" Vince questioned bluntly, his voice rising along with his anger. "Is your life really that bad? My daughter has fucking cancer! And you're slitting your wrists, for what? Attention? Or are you trying to kill yourself?"

You averted your eyes and stared down at the ground. Vince could always read you like a book, and you did not want him to know how close to the mark those last few words actually were.

"Answer me!" Vince screamed taking a step closer causing you to flinch back on instinct.

Memories of your father's anger and wrath washed over you. Vince wasn't anything like your father. Sure, he had a bit of his bad temper, but Vince would never hurt you, not like your father used to.

"I- shit." Vince swore softly under his breath realising that he had scared you. "I'm not him, Y/N."

You took in a deep breath and met his gaze, "I know."

Vince remained silent for a moment his eyes filled with guilt and worry before he spoke, his tone now calm and levelled. "Please tell me why you're doing this to yourself."

"It helps." You admitted, your voice coming out a mere whisper.

"What?"

"It helps. I-I don't know, it just helps."

"Helps with what?" Vince asked, but he didn't sound angry anymore, he just sounded confused.

How were you meant to explain it to him though? Vince wouldn't understand, and you didn't want him to.

"You swore you'd never do this again." He whispered shaking his head. "You fucking promised!"

"Yeah? Well, you promised that it was me and you against the world, but then you fucking left! You abandoned me just like my mother did!"

Vince's body physically recoiled, his eyes widening, "is that why you did this? Did you cut yourself because I left?"

There was so much guilt and pain in his voice it broke your heart.

"No." You answered quickly but then paused because you couldn't tell him why. You couldn't tell him that the car accident and Razzle's death still haunted you. You couldn't tell him that seeing his daughter dying in hospital was bringing up old feelings about your miscarriage. You couldn't tell him that him leaving Mötley Crüe affected you on the scale that it did. You had no right to complain about those things and feelings especially not to Vince.

"I don't want to wake up one morning to find that you've killed yourself, Y/N." Vince suddenly said, snapping you out of your thoughts like a punch to the face.

"You won't." You insisted, shocked at his words.

It wasn't like you hadn't thought about it. Most days you thought about it, but you were too weak to pull the trigger. You'd never be able to go through with it which was why you silenced those suicidal thoughts with a blade to numb the pain.

"You don't need to worry about that." You answered, pulling the sleeve of your shirt down before meeting your brothers' sad eyes. "It's not about wanting to die. It's more about being able to live."

"I don't understand."

You smiled sadly, "I know. But you don't need to worry about me, okay? I'm fine. You have enough on your plate anyway. Just focus on Skylar, Vin."

You leant over and pressed the button on the control panel causing the elevator to shift before it began to descend back down to the ground floor once again.

Vince didn't say anything after that, but you could feel his eyes watching you like he wanted to say more but seemed unable to.

After a few seconds the elevator came to a stop and dinged before the doors slid open exposing the empty lobby of the waiting room. You hesitated before taking a step towards the door but then a hand grabbed your shoulder.

"I can't lose you too." Vince said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to face him. His brown eyes were laced with tears which only made the tears you had been fighting back earlier resurface as you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. You wanted to tell him that Skylar wasn't going to die. That she would get better and be out of the hospital soon. But you both knew the chances of her surviving weren't good. Skylar was dying and the doctors might not be able to help her.

Instead of saying anything, you stepped forward and pulled your brother into a hug. Vince's body was stiff in your arms for a moment, but he was soon wrapping his arms around your back and hugging you tightly.

-

After Vince finding out, you didn't dare add to the cuts on your skin in fear of him checking and seeing anything fresh. But you picked at the scabs of the older ones making them bleed and start the healing process again. It defeated the purpose but made it a little easier to breathe.

A week later, you were sitting beside your niece's bed reading one of her favourite princess books trying to distract her from everything that was happening.

"Can you read it again?" Skylar asked once you closed the book.

Her little voice sounded so weak, and you were instantly opening the book back up again, holding it out for her to see the bright colourful pictures.

"Absolutely." You smiled softly at her, hating how pale and frail she looked before you began to read the book from the start once again.

A few minutes later, Sharise walked back into the room after speaking to a doctor and by the look on her face, you knew whatever the doctor had said wasn't good. It never was.

"Skylar, sweetie." Sharise began to say sitting down on the edge of her bed and grabbing her daughter's small hand. "The doctors need to do another operation. It's only going to be small and after that, we can go home. Does that sound good?"

Another operation?

How many more times were they going to cut this little girl open? How much more could a four-year-old endure?

Skylar looked up at her mother and said in the weakest, saddest, most innocent voice you've ever heard; "mummy, I don't want to die."

You had to get up and leave the room right there and then. And once you were out in the corridor, you burst into tears.

Memories of that day in hospital with Nikki and Tommy after your miscarriage flooded over you. The pain and sadness of losing a baby hitting hard and now again at the possibility of losing your niece was killing you.

Skylar knew that what was happening to her wasn't normal. She knew that all the smiles and jokes coming from you adults were forced, that the relatives and friends who visited never used to cry when they saw her.

In four months, she had gone from a happy four-year-old to a sad wired-up dying child.

Then, one day, you were walking into the hospital with a new stuffed animal for Skylar when you were greeted by the doctors. They had that look, the look that said everything and nothing at all. You braced yourself and knew before a word was spoken that this was it.

Before the doctors could confirm your fears, Vince came running into the hospital shouting something about receiving a call from Sharise, but he came to a halt in the waiting room when he saw you standing by the doctors.

Vince was by your side instantly, frantically asking the doctors what was going on and if his daughter was okay. But then the doctors lowered their heads and looked between the two of you sadly.

Vince's eyes filled with water before they even spoke. The tears hung there suspended, covering his eyes like contact lenses, until the doctor said the dreaded words, "she's gone." And then the dam burst, and tears drenched your brothers face.

-

Skylar had passed away in her sleep. The doctors reassured you all that it was painless, but that was a lie. Skylar had been suffering and in pain for months. It was anything but painless.

Vince was a total mess. And after leaving the hospital that day, you stayed with him at his mansion. He was incapable of showering, changing his clothes or doing anything for himself. So, you stepped up.

He slept with the blanket Skylar had died in from the hospital. It was dirty and needed to be washed, but there was no way you would ever wash it. The blanket, although smelt like a hospital, also smelt like his daughter and it was the only thing he had left.

You had no idea how to help Vince. You couldn't even help yourself.

The cuts on your wrists that had finally healed were now fresh and bloodied under the bandage secured over them. Skylar's death hurt more than anything, but you hid your own feelings to be there for your brother.

Sharise's parents organised the funeral and you feared your brother wouldn't be able to get himself cleaned up and sober enough for his daughter's own funeral, but with your help, he did.

The funeral was held at the cemetery and was kept small and lowkey. It wasn't advertised, not wanting to risk paparazzi showing up and snapping photos. So, you had no idea how your father and stepmother found out about the funeral.

The last time you saw them was the day you and Vince had run away from home. You hadn't seen or heard from them since, until now.

Your stepmother looked the same as the day you had left. But your father had aged dramatically since that horrible day. The drugs and alcohol having finally caught up to him.

Vince didn't notice their appearance from where the two of you sat in the front row and to your relief, your parents didn't come over. They shifted to the back of the crowd and took their seats silently while the rest of the family and friends slowly wandered in and filled up the rows of chairs. You didn't tell Vince that they were there. He had enough to deal with.

You sat silently holding your brother's hand while staring at the pink casket. It was so little. She was so little.

By the end of the service, Vince had gone through all the tissues you had stashed in your pocket. He was a blubbering mess and through your own tears, you tried to be strong for him.

Eventually, everyone began to filter out the cemetery after giving their condolences to Vince and Sharise on their way out.

After seeing your nieces pink casket get lowered six feet down, you had completely forgotten that your father and stepmother were even here. And it wasn't until you thought everyone had left and you stood up about to lead your brother to the car when they approached you.

"Your mother and I are so sorry for your loss, son."

Your entire body became impossibly still hearing your fathers voice for the first time after all these years. Vince's own body had turned tense as he lifted his head and looked passed you to where your parents were standing.

Slowly, you turned around and came face to face with your father while your stepmother hovered in the background silently.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned, glaring at your father through your sunglasses.

"We don't want any trouble. We heard the news and wish we could have met Skylar before she passed." Your stepmother spoke up softly.

Vince was on his feet beside you in an instant. He hadn't moved an inch since the funeral started, but his body was now practically vibrating with sudden rage.

"I was never going to let you meet her!" Your brother sneered, pointing at your father and ignoring his mother. "I was never going to let you fuck up her life like you tried to do to ours!"

Your fathers' nostrils flared, a predatory expression shifting over his face and even though you weren't a weak child anymore, that look still had you flinching back a step, your heart hammering in your chest. But Vince didn't back away, instead he stood up straighter ready for a fight.

"I didn't fuck up your life. Look at you now. You're famous, son. You're welcome."

"I did this!" Vince growled. "Y/N and I did this ourselves with no help from you!"

Your father shook his head, "I made you who you are. You owe me."

Oh, hell no.

"Get the fuck out of here!" You ordered, marching forward and planting yourself between him and Vince. "You're nothing but a poor, fat, old man trying to use his sons grieving state to his own advantage. So, get the hell out of here!"

Your father stared down at you, a mixture of surprise and anger washing over him at your words and courage. 10-year-old you would have been terrified right now, but you were done dealing with your father's abuse. You were done with everything.

"I wish your mother never dumped you on our doorstep." He snarled.

"I wish you weren't my fucking father!" You snapped back, but that only made your fathers face break out into a sickening grin and your blood turned to ice.

What were you missing? Why the fuck was he smiling?

"I'm not your father, Y/N."

You blinked, thinking you had heard him wrong, "what?"

"Your mother was a whore. I knew her well, but I never had sex with her. You're not mine, but she dumped you on our doorstep and then blew her brains out the next day."

Your mouth opened but no words came out. Your brain seemed to be short circuiting, unable to process the bombshell your father had just dropped.

He wasn't your real father? All this time... all these years, you thought your mother might've been out there somewhere, but she was dead. She killed herself after giving birth to you.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Vince questioned from behind you.

"She's not your sister, Vincent. You two aren't even related."

No.

That wasn't possible.

Vince was your brother. You were siblings. You were related. You had to be related.

"Get out." You whispered, shaking your head at him as hot tears filled your eyes. "Get out of here! Get the fuck out!"

You stepped forward and shoved your father's chest roughly causing him to stumble back a step.

"Get the fuck out of here!" You screamed at him, the tears in your eyes falling down your cheeks.

Although your father was older now, he was still fast.

His hand was suddenly around your neck. Not hard enough to be strangling, but not not hard enough to be painful. Your father was yelling, if his red angry eyes and moving lips were anything to go by. But you couldn't make out his words, it was like you were underwater, everything muffled and just white noise.

The fingers tightened around your neck like a vice.

You choked, gasping for breath as you tried to pry away his fingers, but he only squeezed harder blocking the air from getting to your lungs.

The pain pulled you out from under the make-believe water, and the first words you heard were-

"I kept a roof over your head and food on the table! You're not even my fucking child but I took you in and gave you everything! I kept you alive! I kept you both alive! You little shits owe me!"

"Honey, stop!" Your stepmother shouted in the background somewhere.

If you weren't being strangled to death, you would have commented on how it only took her 20 something years to speak up against your father. Usually, she'd just turn her head away and pretend the abuse never happened. Guess she finally grew a backbone after all this time.

Your father ignored her but didn't get a chance to say anything else before Vince suddenly yanked him off you and threw him backwards. Your father stumbled back a few steps, unable to keep his footing before falling on his ass in the dirt.

You doubled over grabbing your neck, coughing and struggling to breathe. You sucked in shallow shaky breaths trying to get air back into your lungs.

Vince now had your father pinned on his back throwing punch after punch and there was nothing the old man could do to stop it. His mother was crying for him to stop, but all Vince could see was red. All the rage and anger that had been simmering inside of your brother after losing his daughter had erupted out of him. He needed to let out his emotions, so you didn't try and stop him straight away.

"Don't you ever touch her again! Don't you ever show your fucking face here again! Do I make myself clear?!" Vince screamed slamming his fist down against your fathers bloodied face and showed no signs of stopping.

"Vince. Come on." You said, your voice sounding weaker than expected as you reached over and grabbed his elbow stopping him from laying out another punch. "He's not worth it. Let's go."

To your relief, Vince simply nodded breathing heavily through his nose as he staggered up to his feet allowing you to guide him away. His mother rushed over and dropped to her knees beside your father not saying anything to either of you as you walked away.

Once you returned home, Vince's anger had subsided, and he switched back into a protective big brother while he inspected the damage your father had caused. He hadn't mentioned Skylar since the funeral. He was trying to distract himself from thinking about his daughter, so he focused on you instead. Vince had fractured his hand from the punching, but all he cared about was the darkening finger shaped bruises around your neck.

"We're not even related." You whispered, using all your strength to keep yourself from crying.

Vince's eyes shifted away from the bruises on your neck before meeting your gaze, "I don't care what that asshole said. We were raised together. We did everything together. Playing, fighting, surfing, singing, everything. You're my sister."

"Am I?" You asked, your voice a mere whisper as you thought back to what your brother had said in the studio.

'Vince, come on, I'm your sister.' 'Not anymore.'

Your brother's expression dropped, and he lowered his head with a heavy sigh remembering his own words all too well.

With everything that had happened in the last few months, neither of you have had a chance to really talk about that day in the studio. You never bought it up because there were bigger things to worry about and neither did Vince... until now.

"I didn't mean what I said that day." Vince admitted, lifting his head to meet your eyes. "I was angry. I was lashing out and I shouldn't have said what I did. But you and me? We're siblings. You're my little sister, don't you ever forget that."

-

Over the following week, you slept in Vince's spare bedroom upstairs. You didn't want to go back to your house alone and Vince didn't want you to leave because he didn't want to be alone either.

Neither of you knew what to do. You were both messes, but you tried to be strong for him.

Vince had gone back to drinking heavily and it broke your heart seeing him like that. If he kept going down that path, he was going to drink himself to death and that possibility scared you more than anything. A small part of you wondered if that was what Vince wanted.

Did he want to drink himself into an early grave? Could he not bare being on Earth without Skylar?

You were so scared of the answer that you didn't dare ask. It wasn't like you hadn't thought about it either. Just one deep slice of the knife and it would all be over. The pain, the grief, the sadness, everything. It would be so easy to just end it all, but you feared that if you did then Vince would do it too and that horrifying thought was enough to stop you.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Vin." You whispered, leaning against the doorframe watching Vince sitting on the porch steps already halfway through a bottle of vodka trying to drown his sorrows.

"Is that right?" He said, glancing over his shoulder. "Roll up your sleeves then."

Vince raised his eyebrows, challenging you to do it because he knew for a fact that you had been cutting again. He never saw you do it though. You always hid it from him, but he knew.

"That's what I thought." Vince turned away taking a sip from the bottle. "You don't understand how this feels... the pain of losing a child."

"I... I kind of do."

Vince lowered the bottle from his lips, "what?"

Ah, shit.

Were you really about to tell him?

You, Tommy and Nikki had agreed not to tell Vince. But that was back when you thought your brother didn't know about the three of you being together. Things had changed.

"I know how you feel because I felt it. And I feel it every day. So, when I say that I am sorry Vince. I really mean it."

His brows furrowed in confusion as he slowly turned to face you properly.

You smiled sadly at him through the tears now threatening to spill from your eyes. A dread of realisation washed over your brother, his face turning pale.

He figured it out.

"Were you..." He seemed unable to finish the sentence, so you simply nodded.

"I was pregnant. I had a miscarriage."

His eyes widened into saucers, jaw practically hitting the floor.

"What?!"

You slowly walked over and sat down on the porch step beside him taking the bottle of vodka and swallowing a few mouthfuls because if you were going to talk about this, you were not doing it sober.

"Why-why didn't you tell me?" Vince asked and his voice sounded so sad, so hurt that you had kept this to yourself, and it broke your heart.

"I couldn't." You whispered, blinking back tears.

"Was it after I left?" He asked, guilt heavy in his voice.

"No. It was before that."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You would've killed the father."

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before horrible realisation hit him like a slap to the face.

"Nikki or Tommy?"

He didn't sound angry though. He just sounded sad.

"Honestly? I don't know." You admitted, staring out at the dark ocean in the distance.

"Jesus Christ." Vince swore softly under his breath before reaching up and wiping away the tears you hadn't realised were in his eyes too.

"I know it's not the same but... but I'm here for you, Vince. Let me help you."

"Fuck… I’m sorry." He whispered, glancing over at you sadly before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side while he cried silently. "I'm so sorry."

You weren't sure if he was apologising to you or to Skylar or both. It didn't matter though. You rested your head against your brother's shoulder and let him cry while overlooking the beach that had once been your safe haven as children.

-

The next day, Vince checked himself into rehab and committed to it.

With Vince gone, you didn't know what to do.

You couldn't stay at his house and the thought of going back home to your own empty cottage made you want to cry. You were happy Vince was getting help, but now you were left alone. No brother, no niece, no baby, nobody. You were alone... again.

If you went back to your house alone, you knew it would end badly. So, that afternoon you found yourself standing in front of a familiar wooden door knocking hesitantly. There was no answer for a couple of minutes, and just when you began to talk yourself out of it and turned to leave, the door suddenly opened.

Nikki Sixx stood in the doorway visibly shocked by your presence, but when he saw the bruise around your neck and tears in your eyes, he stepped forward and pulled you into his chest without a word.

Then, in the safety of his arms, you let your guard down and cried properly for the first time in a long time.

-

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LOVE LANGUAGE: NIKKI SIXX

TOMMY AND VINCE'S VERSION IS OUT TOO! MICK COMING SOON

word count: 192

warnings: small mention of manipulation, nikki being horny, alcohol and drugs (no shit)

Words of Affirmation and Touch. 

Nikki values words and touch. He likes to hear compliments and affirmations from you, and he also likes it when you show your affection through physical touch.

He really loves anywhere you touch him.

back, neck and shoulders, chest, hands, waist, anywhere.

He also loves making out, hugs, cuddles, kisses, back rubs or scratches.

I would say playing with his hair but you'd probably pull out a whole chunk of hair that's 50% hairspray lmao.

stuff he would say to you would be a bunch of “I love you"s, “I can't live without you”, “youre my soul mate” (lowkey manipulates you with them though.)

yeah there's girls left and right telling him they love him and stuff and it does boost his ego but he wants to hear it from you.

He loves touching you almost as much as drugs probably.

your hips/waist, thighs, boobs and ass. everywhere.

same with the back scratches too, his hand would be on your back in public and he'd scratch wherever his hand is.

also would probably hold a bottle of jack to your lips for you to drink as he tells you how good your doing and cheers you on.

You also can't tell if he's horny when he touches you or not but he's always horny.

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[robocoplesb]

Older! Nikki Sixx x reader where the reader wants to start a family but Nikki isn’t so sure because of their age gap?

AGE GAP, nikki sixx

warnings: current!nikki, reader is 33, nikki and reader talking about having a child, reader taking care of a child, nikki and reader are married.

author's note: thank you very much for the request, anon. as someone new here it means a lot to me. hope you like. good read<3.

today was the first show of the band's new tour. it was the first tour you went on and you were so excited. just before the show started, one of the dancers asked you if you could take care of her son in the backstage during the show. she told you she couldn't get a babysitter for that night and seemed very nervous. you accepted very happily, knowing how well you got along with children and reassured her. she introduced you and theo to each other and informed you of a few things about where his things were and etc. at first he was really shy around you, probably kinda scared, but he was a very outgoing kid after all. theo was five years old, had dark curly hair and was really sweet.

“— is that your mom over there, theo?” — you asked smiling at the child in your arms while feeling brittany's phone pointed at you.

“— yes!” — he squealed and grinned as he tried to imitate his mother's movements.

you turned back, looking at brittany, who was smiling with you and knowing that you two were thinking how cute he was.

at night, when it got cold, you went to the dressing room with theo to get a coat. while you were dressing him, he had the idea of wanting to make up like nikki. you laughed as you pulled an eyeshadow palette out of your bag. your thumbs brushed against the black eyeshadow and you spread it on theo's cheeks. it had a black line on each side, just like nikki used to when he was younger.

you left the dressing room. you sat next to brittany as watched the little boy dancing the girls, girls, girls chorus. you smiled the whole song, at some point, noticing how theo's hair was the same color as nikki's and filling your mind with thoughts of a mini-nikki in the world. you imagined yourself holding your own child in your arms. it was not news to anyone close to you that you wanted to be a mother. much less for nikki. anyway, you two refused to talk about it until it just became something that was ignored. you and him knew it was there, but didn't want to face it. you didn't mean to bother nikki with this talk. he already had children, the youngest of them, frankie, being 21, and it got you thinking that he just didn't want to go through all the fatherhood complications, especially now that he was on tour. he never brought it up, so it was understood by you that he didn't want to talk about it.

that didn't mean that sometimes you didn't take a few hours to imagine a copy of you in your life. sometimes little things make you think about it, like when you babysit your friends kids, when you see nikki interact with fans kids or even when you saw families interacting somewhere. you didn't felt jealous, you felt happy thinking about when you might have it, until you started to think you never would.

you didn't get mad at nikki. you loved so much and you didn't feel that feeling could end for something like this.

when you started to feel suffocated by these thoughts, theo walked over to you and brittany and sat on your lap. he looked tired so you were just silent as you stroked his hair.

when the show was over, you thought he was already sleeping, but then as his mum starts to leave the stage, theo runs up to her and she takes him in her arms. he starts talking about how beautiful she looked and she can only smile. you get caught up in that scene and you only realize that nikki is there when you feel brittany get up to go to tommy. you look and run to him, just like the little boy you were taking care a little while ago. you practically throw yourself at nikki and bury your face in his neck. he wraps his arms around your waist and smiles when he sees how energetic you were.

before going to the dressing room, you congratulate the other boys. nikki is opening the door when you hear someone call your name and you turn to the side, seeing the same dancer as before with the boy in her arms. she looks out of breath, like she's been looking for you for a while. nikki looks at her too and laughs at the makeup on theo's face.

“—hey, lindsay.” — he says before turning his attention back to theo. “— nice look, boy.”

theo looks ecstatic when he sees that nikki has noticed him and turns to the dancer (who i just found out is called lindsay). “— mommy, he liked!” he can barely form a sentence, you almost cry at how cute he looks

lindsay laughs and comes over to hug you. you reciprocate and leave a kiss on theo's forehead. “— thank you so much for staying with him. he loved being there with you.”

"- you're welcome. you can leave him with me again if you don't want to worry about the babysitter thing. he is such an angel.”

“- oh my god, you are such angel”

she thanked again and then left. you and nikki walked in he looked at you confused.

“— took care of theo during the show tonight.” — you explained.

usually, the mood after shows was calm. you would talk a little and then had moments like this. nikki was sitting on the couch with the bass on his lap, practicing for the next show. sometimes he would whisper a curse when he got something wrong, but you remained quiet, with a record label in hands, striving to get the best angles of your husband. you smiled softly as you stopped recording and turned off the recorder.

“— nik..?” — you called, voice low as you tried not to maintain eye contact with him.

“— yes, hun?” — he said without looking at you as he put the bass away.

“— i was...hm, i was with theo today, and I started thinking...”

“—about..?” he said when he noticed you were taking your time to finish your sentence.

"— he is a very adorable child, right? so, i... — you took a deep breath. “— we could try. not now, if you don't want to. i mean, we don't need at any time if you don't want to. i know the tour is going to occupy us now but i just wanted to know what you think about it. you don't have to-”

“— hey, hey, calm down.” he had already noticed that you were nervous. you had the habit to start rambling when you didn't know what to say. he understood exactly what you meant, and he understood why you were like that. maybe understanding was one of the things you loved most about nikki.

you took a deep breath (again). “— i’m sorry. i've wanted to talk about this for so long and i just don't know how.” — you said, much quieter.

nikki looked at you and put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. you grabbed his hand and started playing with the rings. you were silent for almost two minutes.

“— if you don't say something now, i'm going to run out of here and i'll never be able to look you in the eye again.” you said, dramatizing. it was the first time you were shy around him.

he held her hand tightly and started “— right. look, i love you very much. i really do, i love you so much, and i could never make you doubt that. and if we really had a child, there's nothing in this world i would love more than this kid. you know that. you know me. that's why i think about you and that child. i don't want you to get hurt. i don't even know how to deal with it, man.”

“— why “get hurt”? If there's one thing i really know, it's that you're the best dad in the world. i mean, do you want this?” — you asked, in the same tone as before.

“— i want. i want everything with you. i want the children and the cliches you watch on tv. when i see how your friends trust in leaving the kids with us, or how you tell me you took care of theo during the show today, it’s so sweet. i know how much you want this, but seriously, i don't want you and that child to go through the media. the articles when we got married, all over again. these people don't care about us, only abot what our relationship offers. i can't stand the idea of having a child going through this, being used for this. and you too.”

you listened to everything he said and started to think. it was true. you and nikki had a big age gap and although it never really affected you, a lot of people talked about when you got married. you knew his fear was real, and you felt stupid for not thinking about it, but not enough to change your mind.

“— they don't need to know.” — you whispered, almost as if you were talking to yourself.

“— uh?”

“— they don't need to know. it's our life, right? we don't need to talk about it. we don't even have to let him near the cameras until a certain age.” — you said, more clearly.

nikki rubbed your arm gently as you turned to look at him. he smiled and kissed you. a reaction you didn't understand but only accepted.

“— you know, it breaks my heart to think of you not being a mother. it would be a waste.”

you knew exactly what that meant. in fact, he didn't look 100% convinced, but he looked enough for you to cheer as you kissed him all over his face and refused to let go of his arms.

[★]

“ give me hallmark

one dream, one life, one lover. ”

— lana del rey, venice bitch

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[leahsixx]

Apple of my eye (p.1)

Warnings: mention of alcohol and smoking.

Pairings: 80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Ps: this is my first time writing anything so it’s not the best !!

It was 1983. I had backstage tickets and i was walking at the backstage of a motley crue concert venue, looking to meet the band. Until i was walking towards the dressing rooms, and i see that one door is left open, the door reads “Nikki Sixx”. I walk in nervously as i saw Nikki Sixx sitting on his leather couch, one leg up on the couch and the other on the ground, smoking a cigarette.

“Uhm, hey there?” Nikki slurs his words as he blows smoke out of his mouth.

“Hey.. sorry, i was just lookin’ around..” i say as i notice Nikki looking me up and down, i was wearing s tight leather dress and leather high heels, full black.

“It’s okay,” Nikki says smirking, taking another drag from his cigarette, reaching his hands holding the pack of cigarettes. “Want one?”.

“Mhm,” i nod, taking one out of the pack and grabbing a lighter from the table, breathing the smoke out of my mouth, damn that felt good.

“So, whats a young girl like you doing back here?” Nikki smirking

I flash him my backstage ticket. “Enjoy the show?” He says and i nod sweetly. “So are you gonna tell me your name or what?” Nikki blurts out.

“Y/n.” I say and Nikki nods, “Like that name, ya know you can sit right?” He says, motioning his hand towards the empty seat next to him on the couch. I sit down next to him, crossing my legs and leaning back.

Nikki places both his feet too the ground, leaning forward and lighting another cigarette. “So, beautiful. What do you do?” He says, looking back at me, grinning widely and placing a hand on my thigh. I wish i could wipe that grin off his face as it drives me insane.

“I play guitar.” I say firmly as i wipe his hand off my thigh. “Seriously? No way, play me something then.” He says, obviously not impressed and trying to prove a point.

“Fine, i will.” I say as i stand up, grabbing an electric guitar off a rack. “Whatcha wanna hear?”

“Free bird.” He says, crossing his arms and leaning back into the couch. obviously not thinking i could do it.

“Lynyrd Skynyrd? Okay.” I say, playing that song perfectly without any mistakes. As Nikki looks back with shock filled eyes.

“Wow, that was not bad, for a girl.” He states.

“What?” I say confused and kind of angrily. “Whats that supposed to mean?”

“Said what i said..” he says, taking a drag from his cigarette, smirking.

“Fine, I’ll do another one then, bring it.”

“Okay, play me Painkiller.” He says confidently.

“Mhm.” I say, playing that song perfectly once again, luckily i knew it. I finish the song, as i look back at Nikki.

“Okay okay, you can play guitar, you’ve proved your point..” Nikki says, leaning forward and grabbing a whiskey from the table, and starts to chug it.

I scoff as i place the guitar back on the rack. “So, is your boyfriend picking you up after this?” Nikki asks.

I chuckle. “Nah, I don’t have a man.” I say, taking a whiskey for myself out of the mini fridge and sitting down.

“Mm, okay.” Nikki smirks. “Whatcha smirking for?” I ask eagerly. “Nothin’.” He says, leaning back and biting his lips seductively. “How old are you?” He asks.

“22.” I say as i take a sip from my whiskey.

Nikki nods and sits closer to me as he smirks. “Well, i better go, Sixx.” I say standing up.

“Woah. Not so fast, I thought we could hang out some more?” Nikki says quickly.

I chuckle. “No can do, gotta get back. Plus, i think theres a shitload of groupies waiting for ya outside.” I smirk, grabbing my purse.

“Fuck them,” Nikki says, putting his cigarette out on his leather couch. That hurts to watch.

“Sorry, Sixx. Maybe I’ll catch ya later” I say walking towards the door, dropping a note with my phone number on it. “Oops, did i drop something?” I say as i walk out, purposely leaving the note there as Nikki smirks.

Nikki stands up, picking up the note and sliding it in his leather pant pocket and closing his door shut.

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