#Mötley Crüe Fic

[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."

★

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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[skinomyteethh]

Nikki Sixx x reader fanfic? Can be anything :)

mistakes

pairing: nikki sixx x fem! reader

summary; overcoming addiction is hard, especially when you feel like you're in an overwhelming, somewhat lonely place.

contains/warnings; substance abuse i think, nikki relapsing, slight angst?, etc.

authors note; HIIII TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I really hope you like this, I honestly didn't know how to end it and it may be all over the place, I haven't written in a WHILEEEEE. also theres some hidden message in the but i cant put it into words rn lolol!

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moet et chandon decorated the large, wooden cabinets of the dining room, making it look beautifully elegant and sophisticated. the variety of random desserts and pastries made her think of marie antoinette's famous but factitious phrase 'let them eat cake!'

[name] hummed, carefully fixing the flowers in the vases which sat in the middle of the long dining table. it was unlike any other gathering or party Nikki and [name] had ever hosted or gone to. it was unlike the usual rock 'n' roll scene filled with endless booze and random naked women.

as the people began to arrive, the atmosphere was extraordinarily nice. people well versed in etiquette filled the room, cigar smoke lingered throughout the air. nikki shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking around, somewhat nervous. it was unusual of him to be so quiet, so reserved. a small smile spread across his face upon seeing his wife 'in her element'

yet, nikki felt as if he didn't belong there, it was too calm, too relaxed for his liking and what he was use to.

just before the dessert was served he excused himself, walking towards the stairs of his rather luxurious house. nikki entered the master bedroom, opening the multiple dresser drawers frantically searching, for something that would take these feelings away, heroin.

he grasped the medical grade needle, leaning against the bed, ripping the cap of the needle off. nikki opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, grabbing a somewhat long piece of rope, tying it around his upper arm. nikki took a deep breath, sighing in ecstasy as the needle and the continents of the needle flowed into his veins.

nikki laid his head down against the mattress, closing his eyes. [name] felt somewhat confused, nikki had been gone for far too long. she pranced upstairs, pulling the hem of her dress up as to not step on it. sounds of vomiting could be heard from inside the master bedroom, she knew exactly what that meant, exactly what nikki had been doing.

she quietly entered the bedroom, leaning over and glancing into the connected bathroom. nikki's head hung over the toilet bowl as he once again began vomiting, it was the aftermath of the heroin. [name] glanced down at the ground, picking up the discarded needle, throwing it into the trash can by the vanity.

the loud and unexpected sound of the needle clashing against the metal trash can scared nikki, he haphazardly stood up, his expression filled with worry as he spotted her sitting on the surprisingly neat bed. nikki had broken his promise.

on the day of their wedding he promised he would quit and even go to rehabilitation, but now he had broken his promise and it seemed to have shattered her heart. nikki cautiously inched closer to her, attempting to somehow be able to explain the situation.

"[name] I...." he was caught off by her abrupt movement as she tilted her head up to look at him, though the look om her face did not radiate anger nor frustration, it radiated disappointment but she also seemed somewhat understanding. "why nikki..?" she questioned, her tone was soft and once again the disappointment was evident.

he looked down at the carpet before looking back up at her, sighing before he parted his lips, beginning to speak. "I felt overwhelmed, I didn't know what to do. I felt like I didn't belong there.."

a calm and sophisticated scenery was not what he was use to, it made him feel like an outsider, a weirdo.

nikki glanced back down at the carpet, he excepted her to lash out at him, scream at him for slipping up, but she didn't, instead he felt her arm wrap around him securely and lovingly, he laid his head down on her shoulder, sighing.

[name] seemed to somewhat understand him, her hand gently caressed his upper arm before she freed him from her grasp, speaking once again. "I know quitting isn't easy, and as you begin sometimes you'll slip up unintentionally." she glanced over at the doorway, sighing deeply before placing a soft, quick kiss on his lips.

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[teddypickerry]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

pairings! nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 2.4k

summary! in which the brutal ending of y/n & tommy’s relationship leaves an opening for nikki

a/n! i’m not in love w this BUTTT it’ll do the job. also guys??? i’ve read like every fucking nikki thing on this app pls help. need more!!!! but yeah idk this kinda sucks.

"how long after a breakup can you ask someone out?" was the words that made mick mars' typical poker face turn into something quite different. considering the man speaking them, nikki goddamn sixx, the king of sleaze, was questioning this. there was doubt in the guitarist's mind who nikki had in mind while thinking out loud. y/n y/l/n. otherwise known as, y/n, tommy lee's girlfriend.

the two sat around in mars' dressing room for their vegas show. which so luckily happened to be y/n's current residence. mick balanced his guitar on his lap and a bottle of something that was definitely not water against his leg. he preferred his alone time before the havoc of the shows. so when his bassist interrupted this sacred hour, he was incredibly dissatisfied. nikki dragged himself in the room as if he was in pain. there was a million thoughts behind his green eyes and a bottle of jack daniels in his right hand.

"bassist, just go fuck his girlfriend already." mick spoke out of pure annoyance to hint, with pure hope, that sixx would get the hell out of his dressing room. but of course, nikki lacked this cue and continued his pacing antics. "okay they broke up they're not even together, man. and," he stopped and pointed his free hand at mick who gave up on the silence and leaned back into the couch. "you, don't know shit. i could be talking about anyone."

"okay so tommy cheating on y/n and her finding out exactly six hours ago has nothing to do with this?" mick stated rather he questioned as nikki booped his head before taking a long swig of the whiskey. as if it serviced as his oxygen in that moment. "but on another note i mean i fucked his ex girlfriend-"

"fiance," mick corrected from the couch making nikki dramatically groan before continuing on with his story. "-i fucked my best friend's fiancé okay? and i tried to fuck his mom, right? and he didn't give two shits did he?"

"well he never found out about the whole cheating on him with you thing but-" mick added along making nikki's green eyes shift towards him with utter annoyance. "what i'm trying to say here is," his voice deepened and increased its volume. "this is nowhere near as bad as that, right? i mean asking his ex-girlfriend out on a real date. it's not like i'm trying to bone her. i mean i am, but not right away."

"well of course because you're a gentleman." mick humored with his own playful smile approaching his lips. nikki couldn't help but keep his eyes on the wiseman as he brought the bottle to his lips again. he could feel the lightness of the bottle as he brought it back down. he was gonna be plastered before he could even leave this dressing room.

mick mars wasn't one to typically give a shit about nikki's love life i mean, he liked KISS. but, mick did like y/n. he thought tommy was a fucking dumbass for cheating on her with a bunch of groupies. and he had watched nikki slowly begin to catch feelings for her. he beat the shit out of tommy anytime he did y/n wrong, and he actually found himself having talks with her whenever she joined them on the road or in the studio. mick could even catch the weird looks nikki would give tommy anytime he'd blow her a kiss or talk about fucking her. it may have been a fucked up version of love, but it was nikki's.

"look," mick started as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and looked at the young bassist. "i know you like her, you'd be a dumbass not to. you like her more than tommy ever could fucking dream of. so just fucking go for it. she might not be ready to date another dumbass right away but then you wait for her. because y/n, man, she's worth it. but i mean until she'd be ready just be there for her. she's upset, her boyfriend cheated on her with a bunch of hot chicks. go talk to her and make sure she's okay."

a smile suddenly appeared on nikki's face as he got lost in the vision of the woman. it was like he'd completely left the room in that moment and entered y/n's enticing daydream. it wasn't long before he made the actual journey to her hotel room, running out of the dressing room making mick scowl. "sixx! i didn't mean right now, we have a show- oh, forget it." he finished with a grumble as he brought his liquor to his lips and downed it. before exiting the room too and preparing for the show.

it wasn't hard to find the hotel considering it was just down from the venue. the same hotel the band was staying in, just a few floors to separate them. it wasn't shocking that y/n was in the same hotel considering she only ended things with the drummer six hours earlier. getting her own room almost immediately after. nikki still hadn't seen the girl since the brutal ending to the relationship between his two friends. she had locked herself away in her hotel room and he had been stuck in with tommy's dumbass all day in rehearsals.

y/n's room number was a haze in the bassist's memory. partly due to the intoxication of his mind and partly because he had already forgotten what the bellhop told him just moments ago. when he lied and said he was mr. y/l/n and had forgotten his room number. he had to bring out his theatrics when the young bellhop told him he couldn't simply give out a resident's room number. nikki pulled the "i'm pretty sure my wife is sucking some other guys dick in there right now, so can you just please tell me my goddamn room number so i can serve that cheating bastard!"

the long haired rocker found himself at his wife and his shared room. he knocked with his fist as the other awkwardly stood by his side. he'd no idea what he was going to say to her or do with her. i mean, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do but he obviously wouldn't be executing that on her... not at this moment at least.

the opening of the door made his breath nearly hitch. the girl stood there wrapped in the hotel branded robe with dampened hair. her face was tinted red and puffy as if she'd been crying all afternoon. it was fair considering the afternoon that she did have. but it still made nikki want to rip the door off it's hinges.

"sixx," she called out softly as she presented him a slight smile as if it was the best she had. he mirrored her expression, a sad smile taking over his face at the sight of the defeated girl. the drummer and y/n had only dated a few months at this point, but they'd been more serious than nikki'd ever seen tommy. tommy's a hopeless romantic with a fucked up view of it. but he's still a romantic guy, he's a guy who loves. and y/n was easy to love.

the fame and fortune finally got to tommy and he did what he did best — he fucked every moving thing in his sight. he was full of guilt, not that that helped in the slightest. and after a month of cheating on the girl with several packs of groupies he finally came clean. expressing that he wanted to stop and be with her and her only. y/n however didn't see eye to eye here... and screamed the living shit out of tommy. rightfully so.

"what are you doing here...?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows as nikki shrugged and glanced around her hotel room. noticing the television humming in the background, an episode of fantasy island playing. her hotel room lacked the size that his did but the view was insane. "wanted to see how you're doing. can i come in?"

she nodded and stepped out of the way so nikki could enter the room. shutting the door behind him the bassist made his way towards the bed. he was in his concert getup, the ripped mötley tank top that showed off his severe amount of tattoos and tan that could go on for days. vegas was a heat festival and it was a causality to wear his classic leather pants. "sorry, 'm not thinking straight." y/n muttered as she followed him into the room and crossed her arms. he turned towards her as she stopped in her tracks. the two nearly slamming into one another.

"it's fine, you know. just... fuck tommy, man." nikki shrugged out as y/n let out a chuckle. her first genuine smile of the day. nikki couldn't help but smile at the sound that rolled off her tongue. the girl bit her lip before sitting down at the end of her bed. the bassist leaned against the dresser his arms crossing in the process. nikki seemed to tower over the sat girl in this moment. something he noticed almost immediately. "you're something else, sixx."

"no, i mean it. what he did- jesus," he sighed at the girl as her smile faltered. "just fuck him. he finally got something good and he let that go. that's on him. he's a dumbass."

"yeah, yeah he is." y/n mumbled as she leaned back onto her elbows, her robe riding up ever so slightly. nikki couldn't help but look at the exposed skin — immediately regretting it once he remembered it was his friend's ex-girlfriend. an awesome girl who was upset and lonely. typically he'd take this as a chance to do her but this was different. this is the girl he's known for a few months now. the girl who he saw on a daily basis, who understood his jokes, who genuinely cared if he drank too much, who wouldn't shame him for his actions — rather express concern. she gave a shit about him and looked good doing it.

"i don't know how he just expected me to get over it like that." she muttered out as she fell on her back and her hands covered her eyes. nikki stood for a moment before taking a seat beside her, leaning down towards her. y/n removed her hands from her eyes as the two were warningly close. "everyone told me to not get involved with a rockstar. all my friends told me it was a bad idea, tommy has a reputation. i always told them they were mad and i believed it too. i fooled myself even. i just..." she trailed off as she turned to face the boy even more. "i can't believe he would do this."

"maybe you just got involved with the wrong rockstar," nikki mumbled quietly. so quiet y/n could hardly pick up but she in fact did. words that stuck in her mind as her eyes got lost in his. she'd never seen nikki tense up so quickly, like he just said something he shouldn't have. nikki wasn't one to say something and feel bad about it, or take it back. he was a man of his word and he meant every single one.

"look i don't want to rush you into anything, i know you're upset right now. i know my timing is off but god, since i met you i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i can't stop thinking about how if i would have seen you first at that party instead of tommy. i just..." his voice trailed off as he let out a dry chuckle. "i don't know what i'm doing right now. i know this is a fucked up thing to do to tommy but quite frankly i don't fucking care. because you're the girl of my dreams and as fucking annoying as that phrase is- i mean it. i've never felt something so rock 'n' roll for someone, man."

the silence was inevitable for a moment as y/n's face became unreadable. nikki pressured his own smile to break it, "you don't have to say anything or whatever. i mean you probably don't even give two shits about me-"

sixx was shut up by the feeling of her lips pressed to his. a feeling he'd thought off far too many times but never quite yet experienced it. all his daydreams couldn't even amount to the warmth and harmony between the two pairs of lips. he'd kissed women before, obviously, but never with such love behind it.

y/n's hand came up behind his neck as she pulled him down onto her, him obliging perfectly. his legs came other side of her own as he could feel the thin fabric of the robe below him. one hand held her face while the other wrapped the two together. their lips moved in perfect harmony until they finally pulled apart for a breath of oxygen. but y/n tasted much better to nikki.

"i like you, nikki. i like you a lot. i like just about everything about you... but you're right, i'm not ready for anything serious yet." y/n told him as he nodded and offered her an understanding smile. "when i am-"

"-i'll be right here." nikki finished off her sentence as she shined a bright smile at the bassist who was practically straddling her. "until then, friends?"

"who share spit?" nikki questioned softly as he lips pressed to her jawline and lowered to her neck. the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the sensation and the feeling of the man. "mhm," she mumbled into his hair. "what are we gonna tell tommy?"

"i really don't give a shit about him right now and neither should you. but... i guess we'll cross that bridge when we, how the fuck does that go? i don't know but i guess we'll just avoid him at the show tonight." he shrugged to the woman before a thought crossed her mind. "wait... nikki. the show-"

"fuck!" he practically screamed before hopping off the bed and onto the floor where he nearly fell. "i gotta be on stage in like ten minutes and fuck, i'm gonna have to run." he grumbled for a moment before turning towards y/n. "after party. come. please, i want you there."

"you got it, friend. now run, forrest, run!"

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[nickelsgirls]

Mick Mars x Reader

Nsfw Headcanons

A/n: for my pookie -🖤

Mick can be so sweet and gentle but be so rough at the same time. If his actions are rough, then he's all in your ear telling you how good you are and how good you feel. But if he's giving you soft slow thrust he's saying things like "my slut" "you're just a toy aren't you baby?"

Mick doesn't favor praise or degradation simply because he loves the way you react to everything he says. He likes the way you struggle to respond to him because you think you need to.

Mirror sex>> with Mick behind your trembling body and every time you look down or start to unfocused he's grabbing your hair all the way to the root and pulling your body back into his "I thought I told you to look at me while I fuck you."

We all know Mick likes younger women, and I feel that to a certain degree, he would start to feed into and encourage your daddy issues.

Causal dominance with Mick. If you're trying to get something that's just barely inaccessible, Mick is coming up behind you, trapping you between the counter and cabinets. "Let me get it, honey," he whispers into your ear as he grabs whatever you were trying to reach.

I think he likes giving and receiving, Mick honestly doesn't have a preference for either. He loves watching your teary eyes look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and force yourself down onto his cock. But Mick also loves the way you look trying to desperately grab at the sheets as another one of your orgasms is drawn from you expertly.

Watching Mick up on stage and feeling your panties slowly start to get wet, and the worst part? He knows, too, and he'll wait until the last moment to finally give in to you and give you what you need.

After a long day at practice <<Helping Mick de-stress by taking him to your bedroom, massaging his shoulders and back, then sitting in his lap, and kissing all over his face until you eventually press a chaste kiss against his lips. Your hips experimentally grind down in between heated kisses until both of you can't take it anymore.

If Mick had to pick a favorite position, I feel like he would say cowgirl. He likes being able to watch you do it by yourself, or he can change his mind and grab your hips, and pick his own pace.

I feel like you would finally decide to tease him back, and it would backfire so badly. Mick would've been rilling you up the whole day. "Innocent" touches on your thighs, moving you by your hips as he presses his hips against yours, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. Until you've finally had enough and instead of waiting until your home, you waited until the Crüe was all in one room to sit in Mick's lap "come home, please daddy" you smirked starting to kiss his neck. (I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;)

Mick would be settled between your thighs, two of his fingers stuffed deep in your aching cunt until you're crying out repeatedly how you're going to cum. And as soon as he's done pulling your orgasm from your tired body Mick is towering over you pushing the same two fingers inside your mouth. Your foggy mind does nothing but accepts the two wet digits as you swirl your tongue around them until there's nothing left.

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[vikkisixxpixx]

Originally wrote this as a scenario for my Motley Crue DR (shifter rep), decided to post it since there's a severe lack of this kink in bandfic

To clarify, I am a cardiophile. UrbanDictionary describes cardiophilia as "the act of being obsessed with the heart," though personally, I prefer the term "fascinated." Depending on the person, it can be sexual or nonsexual (it's both for me), however, since this is a smut, this will be focused on the sexual aspect. Now, as the song says, on with the show.

Dr. Feelgood

(Source)

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Suki Taylor (my DR self), is in first person from the perspective of Suki Word Count: 1,236 Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ content), cardiophilia/heartbeat kink, medfet, fingering f!receiving, piv sex (protection not mentioned because I forgot, could go either way in your imagination), multiple orgasms (on the part of Suki), explicit language, mentions of alcohol (in passing), nicknames, a very corny joke mid-tango, lmk if I missed anything. Don't like? Don't read. Extra Notes: we needed more of this kink anyway. also Quiet Riot's Cum On Feel The Noize came on shuffle when I wrote the second orgasm and I still find it hilarious Based on: Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue (in name), the horny thoughts I got after viewing the attached photo No beta, we die like real men

Nikki sighs as he sits next to me on the tour bus. Tommy’s at a payphone calling Heather, while Mick and Vince are having a few drinks on the bus.

“If I don’t have one night away from Tommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ scream,” Nikki breaks the silence. “He’s about to drive me batshit crazy!”

I stifle a giggle. “Do you wanna get a hotel for tonight?” I ask. “You have another show here tomorrow.”

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “That is an amazing idea.”

It’s about an hour later that the two of us are checked into a room at some chain hotel; not sleazy, but definitely not the Ritz.

“It’ll look like shit after we’re done anyway,” Nikki says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I snicker, rolling my suitcase to the corner of the room. “I wish the show wasn’t so soon. Then we could…”

He stalks over to me before lightly brushing his fingertips down my arm. “I don’t have to go.”

I laugh slightly. “You’re in one of the most popular bands in the world. You’re not missing a show!”

He plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Maybe later I can do something special for you.”

I smirk. “I’d love nothing more.” I give him a quick kiss before saying, “Now, you need to go.”

He kisses me again before walking out the door.

The show, like usual, is very loud and very successful. But, for the first time I’ve ever seen, Nikki is ecstatic to get off stage.

As we’re walking out to the car the venue lent us, he throws an arm around me. “Ya know, babe, I think that was my best performance yet.”

“What makes you say that, honey?”

“Because I played the best I could so I could go back to the hotel as fast as I can.”

I laugh at his comment as the two of us get in the car.

The drive to the hotel is largely quiet, though the sexual tension is palpable.

“I’ve got a surprise in my suitcase,” Nikki speaks in a singsong voice as we enter our room.

“You do, do you?” I ask with my eyebrow quirked.

“Mhmm. Go in the bathroom and don’t come out ‘til I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a smirk. He chuckles and smacks my ass as I walk away.

It’s a silent moment later that I hear, “The doctor will see you now, Miss Taylor.”

“Dr. Feelgood?”

I walk into the room to find Nikki wearing a white coat—and only a white coat—with a stethoscope around his neck.

“Yeah, I heard you’ve been under the weather, Miss Taylor,” he says with a devious smirk.

I giggle. “Yes, Doctor, I’ve been feeling very, very sick.” I fall onto the bed dramatically with a hand on my chest.

“What seems to be the trouble, Miss Taylor?”

“My heart just feels all sorts of funny, Doctor.” I blush when I realize what I’ve said.

Without wasting a second, Nikki walks over. “Hmm, sounds like I should check that out.” In one swift move, the stethoscope is gone from his neck and has found a new place, with one end on my chest.

A few silent seconds pass before I blurt out, “That thing’s not even real, is it?”

Nikki chuckles. “You bet your ass it is.” He smirks as we both feel my heart rate skyrocket. A blush makes its way across my cheeks as he says, “Now that is interesting. Take a deep breath for me, would ya, babe?”

My stomach does flips at the way it sounds when he says that sentence, but I obey nonetheless.

He listens silently for a moment. “Miss Taylor, could I get you to be my guinea pig for a second?”

“Of course, Dr. Feelgood,” I reply. “What do I need to do?”

“Just stay still for me.” He plants one of his signature sloppy kisses on my lips, listening to the effect it has on my heart. “Hmm, just like I thought. I gotta operate, Miss Taylor. Now. With your permission, of course.”

“Oh, absolutely, Doctor. Is there anything I need to do?” I ask as dramatically as I can.

“Let me do all the work for you.” He kisses me again before slipping my battle vest off to hit the floor, followed by my tank top.

With more of my chest exposed, he starts placing kisses on every inch of my bare skin, occasionally just above my heart, which is the only time he moves the stethoscope. Each one earns a moan.

“Beautiful sounds, baby,” Nikki says between kisses. “From your mouth and your heart. Got one more in you?”

He slinks a finger past my shorts and underwear after his words, curling it inside me; an action which elicits the loudest moan I’ve let out so far.

“Good girl. Mind if I take these off?”

My brain is already so foggy from pleasure that the only thing I can do is release an affirming noise before my shorts and panties join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With them out of the way, another slender finger joins the first one.

“Fuck, Nikki!” I shout.

He chuckles. “I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” His white coat falls to the floor before he removes his fingers to put them in his mouth. “You are delicious.”

Before I can even think about his statement, he’s got me in a new position on the bed, before thrusting himself inside me.

I let out another “Fuck!” as Nikki starts finding a rhythm. I can only imagine the sounds filling the earpieces of the stethoscope as he’s fucking the daylights out of me.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he growls. “How does it feel knowing I’m fucking your pretty pussy to the beat of your own poor little heart?”

“Feels good!” I manage to moan out, my body bouncing with his every move.

He chuckles. “And that’s why they call me Dr. Feelgood. Because I’m the one to make you feel alright.”

Normally I would’ve laughed at his joke, but I’m so cock-drunk by this point that my only response is to throw my head back and mewl.

It’s hardly even a second later that I feel the telltale knot of an orgasm building in my stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna— Aah!”

Nikki chuckles once more. “Go ahead and let yourself cum, Miss Taylor.”

A scream of “Nikki!” comes out as I give in to the pleasure.

As my body quivers beneath him, his thrusts start to become unsteady.

“Nikki, I wanna listen to your heart while you cum,” I whine.

He smirks and quickly switches the stethoscope around. Now my ears are filled with the beautiful sound of his heartbeat. A moment of counting reveals it to be at 130 beats per minute.

“Fuck, Nikki, your heart’s racing,” I blurt out.

“It’s cuz I love you so much.”

His unsteady thrusts paired with the sound of his heart in my ears is enough to send me over the edge again, and the two of us climax in sync.

Panting fills the air as neither of us say anything at first. After a moment, Nikki takes the stethoscope and puts it back on me.

“Your heart sounds like a fuckin’ jackhammer, babe.”

I slap his arm playfully. “Shut up!”

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[thesmokingguns]

Make it Hurt

Minors DNI 18+

Nikki locked the door, pausing in the entryway to hear any sounds to see if you were awake. When he was greeted with silence he sighed, licking off his boots and trying to keep his disappointment in check. He could use one of your hugs right now. The way you’d throw yourself at him, saying his name with that shrill of excitement that never seemed fake. But he was the one who was late.

A flight from New York that had been delayed because of a snow storm. Originally you had planned to meet him at LAX after a week and a half apart, you were excited to be reunited but when he called you from the pay phone to say that he wouldn’t be home until maybe tomorrow you had agreed to stay home. Nikki didn’t know that you had cried when he hung up, touch starved and desperate to be with him. It wasn’t just him that could use a hug.

As a kindergarten teacher you didn't share the same exciting rockstar life as your boyfriend did but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your share of drama. Where his was splashed on the cover of Cream magazine yours showed up in different ways. The mom at drop off reminding you again that her son was special and needed the extra attention when in reality he needed more at home support to help him catch up or Cindy who opened her lunchbox and closed if just as fast when she realized that it wasn’t full. You had given her your sandwich and reminded yourself to start packing extras. There was Kevin witb the chipped front tooth that you had thought happened from an accident but after meeting his parents at Tuesday’s meet the teacher night you had called in the school social worker realizing it was not.

Nikki had been stressed about the album, mixing a record and you had been stressed about how parents could forget about their kids.

He climbed the stairs, pushing open the bedroom door, where he saw you laying on top of the sheets. Still in a pair of dark denim jeans and a button down plaid shirt, he knew you must have spent your Saturday at the school working on your classroom for the week. He admired your dedication for your job but he also worried that carrying the lives of so many children around was breaking your heart. You were a damn good teacher, loved your kids but he worried That you loved them more than you should, cared about them and Carried them around so it was too heavy for you.

Seeing you now, passed out from exhaustion in the clothes you had worn all day made Nikki feel like he needed to have you take a break before you got hurt.

He made his way over to you, hands going to the buttons of your jeans and tugging the buttons through holes. You muttered sleepily, turning slightly as he moved with you, tugging your jeans down. Your eyes flashing open as you felt his hands on your feet tugging them off.

“Nikki.” He couldn’t help but smile as you said his name, tossing your jeans towards the hamper as he laid on you, loving how your arms reached for him to pull him into you.

He had needed this.

The way your lips pressed against his in a deep, long kiss, arms and legs wrapping around him as he let himself bask in your presence. This was what it was like to be loved and wanted. The way you clung to him, not letting him go as he pressed you into the bed, both of you seeming to be in sync as you thought more.

“I’m here.” He was stroking your face as you tugged his t-shirt over his head, silver chains rattling as they fell back against his chest, “No need to rush, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” But your eyes were raising up, meeting his in a frenzied want.

“I just need you to be closer. I just need all of you, now.” The soft desperation in your voice had him groaning, moving with you as he slid the buttons through holes and pushed your shirt apart.

His hands skimmed your stomach, up your breasts and down as they pulled the nylon of your bra down. Hands cupping and mouth lowering to kiss the skin. He wanted to ravish you, make love to you until the pair of you were so tangled and lost in each other that where one of you began and the other ended was so confusing That you two were just considered one being.

Your shoulders shrugged, the shirt and bra coming off as your hands moved to his head, fingers tangling with the dyed black hair as you fisted the locks, watching the way he looked up, eyes on yours as he playfully nipped at the bar in your belly.

“Tell me what you want.” He expected you to push his head down as he teased, maybe to see the soft blush of your cheeks as you asked him to make love to you but that was not what Nikki got.

“I want you to fuck me until the only part of me that hurts is the spot between my legs.” He froze at this, pushing himself up to search your eyes for an explanation but you weren’t looking for an argument, you wanted results, “please, Nikki. It’s been so hard here and I just need to not have to think of anything. Just take away the thoughts, please.” The desperation and begging, giving him a job only he could do fueled Nikki.

You needed him and he needed you.

Maybe he should have talked to you more, found a solution to the ache and stress but he was sliding your panties off, fisting his cock as he guided it towards you. He wasn’t moving as quick as you wanted and you reassured him by sliding forward, hips twisting so he was flat on his back and you were on top of him, pushing him girth inside of you with a push of your hips.

His mouth opened,Hands going to your sides as he watched you, hands on his stomach as you adjusted your thighs on each side of his torso and rolled yourself. Usually you took your time and let Nikki help you and guide you but tonight you were too desperate fo wait. Upu we’re riding him, Hard and fast, pussy squelching as he watched you with fascination. It was like you were possessed. Trying to lose all the stress and pain of the week on top of his cock.

“Angel, slow down or I’m not going to last.” He was wanting you but your hair was thrown back, fingers twisting with the locks as you bounced. Nikki grinding his teeth as he swiped his thumb over your clit. There was no way you were going to slow down for him if you were in this mood.

He could feel your pussy, already squeezing as you bounced and rode him. You needed to cum to, have that blackout feeling. Nikki rolled, surprising you as you hit the mattress. He pressed your legs up and apart, bending you like a pretzels as he went so deep you saw stars, fucking you how you desiered to be fucked.

“Please.” You were so close and he knew you would explode. The sweat was as coming down his neck as he held your waist, fucking you, balls slapping at your ass as you laid splayed onthe bed for him.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me.” You nodded, reaching to pull his lips against yours, kissing him as you exploded, body warming and contracting as you arched up and into his arms, letting Nikki hold you as you came. His cum mixing with yours as he laid the pair of you down, the sheets around you as you’d both gasped for needed breath.

Your eyes on his as you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, smiling as he held your open thigh over his, reaching patterns on the skin as he sucked in the cool night air.

“I’ve missed you.” You admitted, smiling as he kissed your shoulder blade.

“I missed you too, Angel. But I’m here now and I’m ready to make up for lost time.”

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[starpearlz]

Seven minutes -> Nikki Sixx

Summary -> 1975, you never expected to see an old classmate at a party especially be locked in a room with him for seven minutes.

Warnings -> says his old name once, making out but nothing too bad,

A/n -> I’m working on my request but I really wanted to right something for Nikki

2.0k words

Your intention was not to kiss him, but fate was chosen for you. You only live once especially just being seventeen, high school is either one of the shitiest, or the best years of your life. Your peak. No matter how bad it is, you’ll always remember those high school party.

Underage drinking, skinny dipping in the pool, people hooking up left and right, and stupid party games. You laid on your bed reading with the bright light from your new candle you had gotten earlier. You looked up to the sound of knocking, “go to sleep soon ok?” you nodded as she closed the door. No way, Linda said their was a party downtown.

You blew out your candle and climbed out your window. You would take your car, but you decided to ride your bike; just so your parents wouldn’t hear the car. You chuckled remembering the story your mom said how she got sneaking out with your grandmas car when she was in high school. Yeah, you’re not making the same mistake.

You finally pulled up to the house, wasn’t too long of a ride. But they lived on a hill, you put your bike near a bush hiding it and walking to the porch. It was a really nice house.. it was one of those houses that had big glass windows, maybe four bathrooms and a nice pool. Kids were coming in and out of the house you can tell it’s gonna be a god party by seeing red plastic cups.

You walked inside it was crowded with people you even saw two people making out on the stairs while two people were trying to get by. You walked down the hall to the kitchen and noticed Linda standing near the counter talking to someone, she may look like the sweet girl who makes cookies for a nursing home, but man she can party. “Linda!” I yelled out walking to her, she turned and started waving at you and gave a signal to go over.

You walked over too see that she was talking to some guy with a stubble who stood next to another guy with long brown hair. “Hey!” She yelled over the loud music before squeezing you into a hug. “This is Jasper, the guy I told you about! And this is his friend Nikki!” ‘Jasper’ hands were crossed as he gave a awkward wave. You looked at Nikki and pointed to him, “oh yeah I remember, we had a class together last year.. Frank!” He gave a shy smile, nodding his head looking down an the floor.

“Yeah.. I go by Nikki now.” He said looking back at you and you nodded “cool.” He nodded back as some girl grabbed Linda shoulders from behind. “Come on we’re playing spin the bottle!” You looked at Linda as she nodded grabbing your hand. You looked at Nikki, he looked back confused you shrugged following her.

You followed Linda into the living room, three guys were moving the small glass table while two girls started sitting on the floor. Linda sat down and you sat next to her. Next thing you knew their were a bunch of people that made a circle. You didn’t know the guy that sat next to you, you saw he had a letterman jacket and you could smell the alcohol on him.

You looked forward and saw Nikki in front of you as you smiled at him. “Whoever spins the bottle and whoever it’s pointed at has to go upstairs in the master bedroom for seven minutes.” People started whispering to each other until one guy got up and spun the bottle. The only bad part about this game is having too fully wait those seven minutes.

It’s already about forty minutes into the game, and the only interesting thing that’s happened is two guys getting each other. “Who’s next?” A blonde girl asked, your guessing that it’s the host. You looked forward hearing the sound of laughter, you saw Jasper laughing throwing Nikki’s hand up. He quickly shoved his hand down, “no give it a shot.” The blonde girl said getting up and passing him the bottle.

You couldn’t see his expression from the girl blocking your view, but his expression said it all s as she walked away. He crawled to the center and spun the bottle. The bottle spun slowly in suspense as it started to slowly stop.. to you. You looked up at him in shock, same as him. “Go on love birds!” The blonde girl said as Linda gave you a slight shove to go.

You two walked upstairs with the blonde girl leading the way. She pulled out a key and opened the door, when she opened the door you saw two girls making out. Making the blonde girl laugh loudly as the two ran out. She held out her hand as a motion for us to get in. The bed was huge taking up most of the room. You noticed the decorations wooden bed, a wooden desk and you even saw a deer head in the corner of the room. It would’ve creeped you out but it made you chuckle because someone threw a bra on it. You got in sitting the the corner of the bed and he sat next to you. The girl chuckled “have fun..” she said smirking closing the door and locking it.

“Seven minutes!” She yelled outside the door walking away. You sighed at the awkward tension in the room, you looked at him. “I’m sorry.. I know you didn’t want to do this…” you said maybe to relieve the tension. He shook his head “no it’s ok.. I’m happy it’s you rather than anyone else.” Your eyebrows furrowed is confusion, “why?” You said looking at him.

“Well.. you’re nice, I would’ve hated if I got someone like Michael..” he said shyly. He’s not wrong tho, Mike was a real asshole. “Well.. I’m happy I’m with you too.” You said smiling at him moving closer to where your knees were touching. “So.. why are you here?” You asked him as he took a sip out of his red cup, you didn’t even realize he brought it. “Free jack.” He said bluntly putting it on the wooden nightstand.

“Wait are you drinking straight up Jack?” He nodded as if it’s nothing making you chuckle. “That’s badass.” You said without even thinking, he shook his head “you’re pretty badass yourself.” You rolled your eyes. “Not even..” you said chuckling and he nodded “you are, like at the diner how you make those badass doodles.”

You looked at him in confusion, “how did you know that? I would’ve remembered you, I would’ve said hi!” He nodded, “I’ve only been there a couple times.. but you’ve never served me before.” You gave him a look, “that’s crazy.. I have to give you my number so I can tell you when my next shift is.” He gulped nodding, “I’ll.. I’ll definitely go then.” He said smiling.

You nodded smiling, “well, I’ll be waiting then..” you just realized how close you are too him, you can smell the booze on his lips. You bit your lip, you want to kiss him but at the same time you don’t know if he dose. He closed the gap kissing you slowly, almost like if was hesitant. You leaned more into the kiss you wrapped one of your arms around his neck and cupped his cheek.

You leaning in the kiss making him assertive, he put his hands on your hip and you slowly put your back on bed. You put your arm that was on his neck and wrapped your hand in his brown hair. He got a boost of confidence and started kissing you harder. You moaned in the kiss brushing through his soft hair, you opened your eyes and saw he was staring at you.

You freaked out and pulled away fast, making him think he messed up. “What— what’s wrong?” He asked slightly scared. As you started giggling, “nothing wrong, I wasn’t expecting you too have your eyes open..” you said still giggling. “I’m sorry..” you shook your head, “I know you have definitely kissed someone before.. just relax.” You said before kissing him again making sure his eyes closed.

Your have still tangled in his hair cupping his cheek. He moved his hands down to your ass fondling with them as you gave out a shocked moan. For him being so nervous earlier he sure is getting more confident. He pushed his tongue inside your mouth making you moan again.

He pulled away from you making you open your eyes gasping until he started kissing down your face. You picked up your head as he started sucking on your neck making you moan softly. “Nikki..” you moaned out. You can feel him marking up your neck. He moved his face and you saw his flushed face heavily breathing making you smile.

He smiled in confusion “what?” You shook your head. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize how pretty you are..” he rolled his eyes. “I should be telling you that.” He said before kissing you again. But this time it was slow and sweet. He pulled away again, “you want to know a secret?” He asked still out of breath.

“What?” You asked smirking amused. He bit his lip smiling. “I remember..” he stopped to chuckle making you scoff and gently nudged his shoulder, “what? What do you remember?” Your asked bending your elbow so you can stare at him. He sighed before staring back at you, “remember how you said that last year we had the class together?”

You nodded, you drank but you didn’t drink that much to not remember that conversation forty minutes ago. “I remember.. how much of a crush I had on you in that class.” You looked at him in shock and confusion, “really?” You asked softly making him nod. “I remember I saw you reading.. and seeing you in a ‘Black Sabbath’ shirt, and I thought you were the prettiest and sickest girl I’ve ever seen..” you two chuckled. “And then I found out you had worked at the dinner.. I only went two times, and one of them you weren’t even working.” He bit his lip debating on if he should keep going but he saw how happy you had gotten.

“And when I was there when you were working you were on break.. and I sat in the booth near the door, and I saw you sitting on the table close to the employee door. I was gonna walk up too you but, you looked so peaceful, just drawing your heart away. I felt like a creep for staring so I just left.”

You shook your head “you should’ve said hi, I would’ve been so happy.. and I don’t think you’re a creep.. the opposite even.” You said smiling at him cupping his cheek as he smiled back. You pulled him in again kissing him passionately. You giggled in the kiss going back to laying on your back.

Then the door slammed open as you gasped getting up. You saw the blonde girl again with Jasper and Linda. “It looked liked you two had fun.” Linda said it in a teasing way. Making you roll your eyes standing up, same with Nikki. “Are you two going next?” You asked to Linda and Jasper as she nodded.

You nodded too grabbing Nikki’s hand to walk out the door. “Oh wait,” Nikki said making you stop before your fully out the door. “Is it ok if I leave already?” Nikki asked Jasper as he nodded. “Have fun!” Linda said to you as Nikki grabbed your hand again. “You too!” You said before blondie closed the door.

“Where do you want to go?” Nikki asked making you think, “I could go for some pancakes at the diner.” Making Nikki chuckle kissing you. “You read my mind.”

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[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!����𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!! 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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[stranger-rants]

Another part of the birthday gift series 💜

March 29, 1990.

Billy turns 23.

It’s a Thursday, but Billy doesn’t get his birthday gift on Thursday, March 29, 1990 because by that time it would be too late.

No, Steve surprises Billy two weeks before with his present. Billy’s eyes light up like a child’s when Steve presents him with tickets to see Mötley Crüe in Fort Wayne, Indiana on March 21st. He hasn’t seen Billy that excited for something in a long time if ever.

They get a hotel room closer to the venue. Billy spends a lot of time choosing an outfit for the show, not just for himself but for Steve, too. Steve can’t be seen at a metal concert in a polo. It just isn’t right, so Billy let’s him borrow his leather jacket, skin tight jeans, and a band t-shirt so he can be “presentable” enough when they go.

The concert is high energy and chaotic and fun and Steve loves it about just as much as Billy does because he gets to see a side of Billy he hasn’t really seen before. Billy is carefree, grinning from ear to ear. Singing along to every verse. Joking around with the strangers next to him. It makes him fall in love with Billy all over again.

“Fuck, I love this song!” Billy shouts when they begin to play Looks That Kill. Steve is fairly certain Billy loves every song since he keeps saying it over and over, but the pure joy and excitement radiating off of Billy is infectious. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t typically Steve’s type of music because he’s decided he loves every song that makes Billy this happy.

After the concert, Billy’s gone to take a piss and Steve’s hanging around the venue waiting for him. A familiar looking guy bumps into him by accident with an “Oh, shit. Sorry, dude!” as his drink soaks Steve’s, well, Billy’s band t-shirt. The guy offers to make it up to him. Grabs him a new shirt and some official merch that he signs.

The guy is long gone when Billy returns. Billy notices the new shirt, and Steve explains the whole incident leaving out the part that the guy he ran into was one of the band members. He doesn’t need to know he just missed one of his heroes. Billy shrugs as they head out to the parking lot. “Least we got a free official tour shirt out of it, those things are fucking expensive.”

“We? Who says I’m giving this shirt up,” Steve teases.

“Well, it was my shirt that got ruined,” Billy teases right back, “so give it here, bitch!”

“No, no. I’m keeping this!”

They chase each other around the parking lot for a bit, laughing until they’re out of breath. Billy finds more creative ways to get the shirt off of him when they get back to their hotel room.

On March 29, 1990, Billy opens the glove compartment of his fixed up Camaro to find a Shout At The Devil cassette tape that’s been autographed by Nikki Sixx.

#my writing #harringrove #bday fic #btw there actually was a mötley crüe concert on this date in indiana #billy’s birthday

[robinsnest2111]

long time no In Darkness Shall You Be Reborn fanart 🏴‍☠️ @arnold-layne

this sketch is inspired by Vince and Nikki's first meeting <3

#robin's art adventures #in darkness shall you be reborn #arnold layne #pirate au #mötley crüe #motley crue #vince neil #nikki sixx #will my fanart for this fic ever be anything other than messy and rushed? probably not lol #love how their faces turned out tho <333

[robocoplesb]

YOU'RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx [ 02 ]

warnings: reader drinking & getting drunk, reader has a specified music taste.

author's note: hi, sweeties! im sorry this chapter is short, but besides the fact that i was already taking too long to post, i liked the result anyway. hope u like it too! kisses & good read. <3

chapter one. chapter three

chapter two.

“— be careful, lady!" — tommy yelled at you from the driver's seat. he looked at the younger sister's figure, smiling. it's been a long time since he's seen you like this.

you felt the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but that didn't mean you had taken anything that morning. the wind ruffled your hair and you laughed euphorically as you continued to lean your body out the car window. it was like tommy's words didn't even reach you.

you and tommy woke up late that day, having an long argument with your parents last night. tommy was surprised when you started defending him, since you rarely came out against your parents, but you did. something about you changed that night.

you were in the car, going to nikki's house. as soon as nikki gave the address, tommy was already in the car, not even having eaten yet. as he started the car, you got in, without saying anything. he thought it was strange but didn't say anything.

and you? you heard tommy talking to nikki that morning. you got ready quickly and managed to catch tommy starting the car. he didn't know about the conversation you had with nikki last night, in truth, you didn't consider that was why you woke up so excited that morning. you thought it was sudden, and you didn't want to look for reasons because you haven't felt like this for a long time. it was good. you and tommy shouted out the lyrics of whole lotta love, accompanying robert plant's voice coming from the radio.

when tommy stopped the car in front of the apartment complex, you sat back and took a deep breath. your curls were messy and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"— how you feel?” - tommy asked laughing. he really was worried, but he couldn't help but laugh at your panting state.

"— amazing!” — you smiled before getting out of the car.

tommy put his arm around your shoulders as you walked together to nikki's apartment, thinking you were going to fall over at any moment.

“— my hair is fine?” — you asked when tommy was about to ring the bell. he looked at you confused.

“— why? you wanna be fine for the bassist?” — he laughed, teasing you.

you opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out. his comment surprised you, even you were used to tommy talking nonsense shit, but you didn't understand why. he laughed even harder when he noticed the vibrant shade of pink on your cheeks and just lightly runned his fingers through your hair, smoothing a few strands.

“— better now, lady" - 'lady' was a stupid nickname tommy gave you when you were in middle school. you thought it was cute, but would never admit it.

after tommy rang the doorbell, you were at least a minute standing in front of the door, waiting for nikki, but nothing happened. he repeated the action three more times, until you felt stressed and simply opened the door. you didn't know the door was unlocked, and you thought nikki was an idiot for it, but just walked in.

on the couch, there was a nikki sleeping with a bass on his lap and a bottle of jack next to him. while tommy gave him a few weak slaps across the face to wake him up, you picked up the bottle and took a sip.

when nikki woke up, he looked startled at you and tommy, dropping the bass to the floor.

"— fuck!-” — he scream, desperate with the situation.

you laughed at him as tommy widened his eyes thinking the man was going to hit him or something. actually, he was pretty calm (after a few minutes of deep breathing). he offered food to you and tommy and after a while, you sat back and listened to them start arguing about the band thing.

nikki offered you to sit next to him, and tommy was sitting in front of you. they exchanged some papers, probably lyrics and other song ideas they had written. you didn't pay attention to the conversation, feeling your brain being hit by the alcohol you had drunk earlier.

“— there's a market in the back street, I'll go there and get more beer. well, since your sister took what was left.” — nikki laughed as he got up from the couch.

“— NO! hm- i mean, huh, you don't have to! i can go there!” — tommy said and got up first, looking at me angrily and feeling embarrassed by the bassist's comment, even though it was just a joke.

“— ah... fine, then...” — nikki looked worried about tommy, but just sat with you again and pretended nothing had happened.

when tommy closed the door, nikki looked at you. you weren't looking back, but you felt his gaze. you knew there was something going on between you since yesterday, but didn't want to do anything about it now.

you smiled softly when you recognized the song that was playing on the radio. it seemed that moment, that silence you and nikki agreed to remain, it had only been made for the input of stevie nicks voice flooding the room.

you had a kinda rock n roll look. always with messy hair, wearing leather, dark colors and band shirts. that's why everyone was always surprised when you talked about your favorite artists. queen, fleetwood mac, david bowie, elton john, janis joplin ...well, they really played rock, but not the type of rock people used to think you were into.

you were quick to get up and turn up the radio, rocking your body while the music played. nikki didn't take her eyes off you for a second, but you didn't notice that. he wasn't a big fan of fleetwood mac, but at that moment, he thought that the only things that existed in the world were you and the melody of that song.

"— dance with me, sixx!" — you said excited, clearly drunk. do you remember thinking at that moment that nikki looked a little sad, for no reason, you just thinked. that's why you reached out to him, wanting to share that moment with him. you didn't care that you didn't even knew him right, you wanted him to feel good.

he got up slowly, not knowing what to do. he just spun you around the room a few times, laughing when he heard the sound of your laugh, smiling when he catched you staring at him for some seconds.

"— pale shadow, she's a dragon!" — you shouted, not caring if anyone was listening.

then you stopped in the middle of the room. looking at nikki with an innocent smile on your face. he thought you were the most complete thing that had ever passed through his life

“— gold dust woman...woman, woman...” — you hummed, looking at him as if looking for something. a story, an answer, a feeling.

and all you got was the insecurity and vulnerability hidden in the green of his eyes.

★

Y/N L. S. BASS (guitarist): “oh, yes!” laughs “he gave me that nickname; ‘gold dust woman’. i was called that for many years, but he started it. hm, i never understood the reason”

NIKKI SIXX (bassist): “it was her song, for me" he says, smiling "you can't listen to this song without remembering that woman”

★

“ honey, you need it

i'm gonna give you all my love. ”

— whole lotta love, led zeppelin.

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[teddypickerry]

Hi idk if you’re requests are open but if so could you write a Nikki Sixx x reader where he confesses that he’s in love with the reader even though they have Ben like fighting. And the reason the have been fighting is because there both in rival bands. Idk man I just thought it was like cute lol

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 !

pairings! nikki sixx x fem best friend reader

word count! 1.8k

warnings! swearing (duh it’s nikki fucking sixx), mentions of sex (again… it’s a nikki sixx fic idk what the fuck you expect)

a/n! i kinda put my own spin on your request, i hope that’s good!! but guys I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE A NIKKI FIC FOR WAY TOO FUCKING LONG SO KEEP THEM REQUESTS COMING BC I NEED MORE OF MY SEXY ROCKSTAR. also can we talk about that photo???? looks can kill bc i am dead.

being in the rock scene as a woman is one of the hardest things to be conquered. or so, that's how it seemed. you couldn't go one day without being mistaken for some crazed groupie who was trying to sneak into the rehearsals. the rehearsals that were your very own, not some man's.

being the opener for mötley crüe was a new level of difficulty. when nikki sixx had asked you to fill in the position for their first world tour, you'd obliged, this gig possibly leaving you to the stardom you'd always desired. plus more time with the bassist boy who you'd had spent way too much time with in the past few years.

it started in '79 when you had just moved to the city of angels with your best friend who had already lived there a few months. when you arrived, she had a guy in her life who was living off her while in between bands. you thought this classified him as a jackass — or maybe she was just naive, but either way, it was a dick move. he ate all of your food, used all of the toilet paper, and had loud sex with your best friend all night long.

it was less than two months that you lived with the jackass before your best friend kicked him out. she had accused him of cheating which you found insane at the time, only to find truth behind that statement the more you got to know the sleazy bastard.

so, for some reason you found yourself at his band london’s show that same week. he spotted you instantly and ever since then — the two of you became an item. not the kind you think, but the kind that would kill the rest of the world for one another. the kind that had so much unspoken sexual tension but never once acted on it. too scared to ruin the relationship between the both of you. so here you were, nearly six years later, doing your hair to go out onstage to open up for his now national selling band.

"axl rose is a bad kisser, i'm just being honest." hannah, your vocalist, shrugged before applying her red lipstick in the mirror directly beside you and your hot roller set. the drummer snorted from the couch as she sipped on something that definitely wasn't water. "that's why you should have chose slash."

"it wasn't exactly a pick and choose, mila." hannah directed at the girl who balanced sticks in her hands before glancing down at you. "what about you y/n, who'd you fuck last night?"

"i left early. i went to the whisky with n-"

"with nikki," mila and hannah finished for you as you pursed your lips and took out your final curl. the two girls shared a look before their was a slight knock on the door. it opened before anyone could say a single thing though. speaking of the devil, nikki sixx stood their in all his glory. his cocky grin directed on his face, taking up the small parts you could see — his jet black dyed hair taking over the rest. he was tanned, probably because of the months in california he spent before the tour. his tanned and tattoo covered chest was wide opened, a jean vest hardly buttoned over him. he looked perfect, as per fucking usual.

"ladies!" he greeted simply with that grin of his. the two girls turned to face him, your eyes still stuck on yourself in the mirror as you started on your makeup. "nikki, you know we could have been naked." hannah spoke simply as her eyes glossed over you for a second before turning back to him, noticing his eyes also stuck on you. "well i knocked didn't i?"

"yeah, then you bolted in here." mila spoke teasingly as she messed around with her drumsticks. nikki glanced at the both of them for a second before turning back towards you, you not even giving him the light of the day. he knew what this was about, this was the very same reason he came to this dressing room.

it all started this morning when doc had ordered you to his office far too early — 9am. which for rockstar time is like 4am to a normal person. so, you went to his office tired and all, from nikki having you home at 4am rather a reasonable time. he had told you the basics of the rest of the tour and added in, as if it was no big deal, that nikki happened to head to your ex best friend's apartment after he dropped you off. because that's where he was that very morning when doc tried to contact him.

your ex best friend (the one nikki had dated that you roomed with) was a sore subject for you. nikki was the only one who truly knew what happeend. it was about a year after she kicked him out, she had crashed one of his mötley house parties that you were in attendance at. he thought it was hilarious at the time and didn't mind another hot girl in his house. but then when she noticed you, holy shit did she go psycho. you had realized later that she did this because she was jealous of you for nikki taking you under his wing, while she was the one who dumped the now successful rockstar.

there were screams of you being his slut who he would drop days later when he got bored of your "cunty behavior." then her saying something about fonzie and then pouring her drink all over your shirt. this kind of made nikki snap. he just went off, calling her a bitch and making her get out. it was the you finally realized nikki wasn't just some sleazy guy who you liked to hangout with. he was your best fucking friend.

so, the idea of him now fucking around with the girl who screamed in your face wasn't your ideal situation. "tommy has a new drum set he wanted to show you mila. and hannah..." nikki scratched the back of his neck as she finished his sentence. "i'm thirsty i'm gonna go get a drink."

"but you have a-" mila started only to get dragged by the arm with hannah's long fingernails out the door. nikki gave her a gracious smile as she shot him a wink and shut the door behind them. you acted innocent as you pampered the blush onto your face, noticing the man slowly making his way over towards you through the mirror. "y/n, babe-"

"i don't wanna hear it, nikki." you stated while you put away your blush and pulled out your eyeshadow palette. the long haired man sighed and pulled up the bench beside you climbing over it to face you. he was far too close to you, not that it bothered you. it's not like the two of you weren't used to being shoved against one another. but this was different. you knew he had spent the morning cuddled up with her. "pretty girl, i know you don't like carly. i know you can't stand her and neither can i-"

"-then why'd you spend the morning fucking off in her bed, sixx? if you hate her so much then stay away from her." you turned to face him, your faces inches apart. you could feel his breath on you as he sighed, placing his hand on your back. "i'm a sleaze, y/n. she wanted some and i was craving it so i went to her apartment. okay? i'm not proud of it," he dryly chuckled. "but i'm not proud of most of the things i do."

"you shouldn't be," you spoke as you brushed the eyeshadow over your eyelids and nikki bit down on his bottom lip. he couldn't process why this pained you so much, yeah he wished he could take it back but that was him. why did it hurt you? "babe, you're making it real difficult to apologize to right now."

you rolled your eyes before packing up some of your makeup and continuing on with your routine. he sat in silence for a moment while watching you, as if you were his favorite VHS tape that he would rewind a million times. even when he didn't understand you at times — he still was in admiration of you. everything about you amazed him. "stop looking at me."

"you make it so hard..." he paused his sentence in his twelve year old self before continuing, "when you look so fucking pretty." he expressed as he reached his hand toward, messing with the side of your tank top before making eye contact with you in the mirror. "nik?"

"hm?" he hummed as he leaned on his other hand, his eyes still locked on you in the mirror. "why? just, why? i know it wasn't just because you're 'sleazy'. you fucking hate carly and that's always enough to keep it in your pants."

nikki seemed shocked by your words but played it off with a dry laugh. the real reason was deep down and he knew it was there. he didn't want it to be there but it was, his friends reminded him of it every goddamn time you breathed. "cause..." he cleared his throat. "i'm a fucking maniac for you."

your head immediately turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed as he seemed to have a smile of relief on his face. as if saying that cured cancer. "i've spent six years knowing you, craving you... and i thought for some fucked up reason if i fucked the girl that brought us together, i'd get over you miraculously. i realized how dumb it was the moment she was naked. because the only reason i ever fucked in that apartment was because i knew you were there. god," he paused to laugh and rub his face. "the first time i saw you, i thought carly was shit. you just... god, y/n. i fucking fell for you and i haven't stopped since then."

you couldn't believe your ears, you would have sworn your heart stopped at your best friend's words. your world stopped, that's for sure. probably when you shut him up and kissed him. it was a feeling you've desired for far too long. his chapped lips tasted so good against your own. and his little monologue tasted even fucking better. "even though you have a shit band, i want you to be my girl." nikki mumbled in between the kiss, making you slap his arm as he pulled away. the cocky grin was present on his face. "even though you have a shit band," you smirked. "i want to be your girl, nikki sixx."

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[rottindecay]

im going to go INSANE.

can all these Motley Crue fics NOT have some sort of daddy kink for ONCE?? GOD!!!!

lifes hard out here.

at this point i might just have to make some Motley fics myself.. maybe..

if Motley if your thing first of all, we NEED to be moosts!!!! and second of all, please send ideas in. i wanna write for my husbands but i have no idea what to do.

I can write for Tommy and Nikki but idk about Vince and Mick.... we'll see...

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[psych0-str1ngs]

Take a trip on the wild side- Tommy Lee

Authors Note: This was kind of a request, but either way I'm very happy to be back in my writing era. I feel like I'm pretty good at it. Anyways enjoy @loveisblindnessxox!

Warnings: Cussing, if that's even a warning.

We all sat around glass table, laughing and joking. It was Me, Tommy, Nikki, Mick, and Vince of course. The band had just performed at the whiskey-a-go-go and we were all absolutely shit faced. I was sitting in between Nikki and Tommy, with a bottle of jack in my hands. Just like thousands of other girls, I had a MASSIVE crush on Tommy.. We both like the same music, and we have the same style, he's funny, he isn't the smartest but, let's be honest that's to be expected. He contrasted my personality very well, I'm a calm, kind of quiet person, but man when Tommy was around, there was nothing stopping me from becoming an animal.

Everyone knew about my crush on Tommy, probably from the way I actively stare it him when he isn't looking. When Tommy isn't around all Vince and Nikki do is pressure me into telling him, but I'd never in a million years tell him. They constantly tell me that he likes me back, and that he was also way too nervous to tell me but ofc I didn't believe it. I mean Tommy could have ANY girl he wants, why would he want me out of all people?? No way. I spaced out, hardcore. Tommy looked at me.

"You good Y/n?" Tommy asked moving my hair so he could see my eyes. "Your eyes are so fucking red dude."

"Yeahhh," I said. "Just super tired."

I got up and yawned. Tommy kept his eyes on me.

"I think i'm gonna go home," I slurred standing up and walking to the counter to get my keys.

"Hell no, you aren't driving." Vince said, catching me right before I almost fell on my face.

"But," I hiccuped. "You do it all the time."

"Do as I say not as I do," Vince said walking me to the couch."

I giggled, plopping right down back into my place between Nikki and Tommy. I could have sworn I saw Tommy glaring at Vince for holding onto me. I leaned on Nikki's shoulder.

"Nikki," I whispered.

"What," He whispered back.

"Let's make Tommy jealous." I whispered back giggling.

Even in my drunken state I was still well aware of my feelings towards Tommy. Nikki put his arm around my waist, and I leaned further into him.

"You know Nikki," I let out a giggle. "I've never taken the time to realize how hot you are."

Tommy shifted uncomfortably. Immediately looking sad. Of course I was oblivious because I was so drunk, and high, but Tommy was clearly jealous. HE wanted to be the one you were leaning on.

"Oh yeah?" Nikki laughed. "Have you looked in the mirror?"

"Should I?" I batted my eyelashes.

"No need to," He leaned closer. "I'll tell you how hot you look."

Tommy got up angrily, almost slamming the Jack Daniels bottle on the table.

"I'm going to sleep," He said with no emotion in his voice.

I pouted. "What why?"

"Because," Tommy dead panned me, and walked off, slamming the door so hard one of the posters on the outside of his door fell off. The guys all looked at me.

"Now's your time," Mick said.

"Gee, what am I dying?" I laughed.

"I'm serious Y/n." He started. "He obviously likes you. Grow a pair and go ask him out."

I groaned, Nikki pushed me up off the couch. My hands shook, while I gave them all a thumbs up. Walking up to the door, I picked up his poster, and knocked softly.

"Tommmmy," I said. "I'm coming in."

I got no response, but continued to come in anyways. Tommy was by his window, smoking a cig. I layed his poster on his bed, and grabbed a cigarette.

"What's wrong T-bone," I asked, grabbing a lighter and sitting by the window.

"It's none of your business," He stated coldly, his eyes scanned the night sky from his place in the chair placed next to the window.

"Why not?" I pouted. "I just want to help you."

"Help me?" Tommy looked offended. "If you wanted to 'help me' you wouldn't flirt with all my band mates right in front of me."

I stayed quiet, letting him continue.

"I like you Y/n, I really thought it was obvious. I let you touch my hair, I let you sleep in my bed while I sleep on the couch, I let you play at my drum set, which I wouldn't do for anyone else. I let you take care of me, I don't really do that with anyone else. But yet, here we are, me yelling at you because I just want you to see me the way you obviously see Nikki." By now he was standing up.

"Tommy I like you!" I started. "I was flirting with Nikki to make you jealous! I literally could not make it more obvious!!!"

He stopped. His threw his cigarette out of the window, and I set my unlit one on the chair. Tommy walked up to me, his tall slender body flush against mine. I scanned his face, he looked dead in my eyes. His hand landed on the back of my head, holding it lightly. He bent down and kissed me. Finally was all I could think. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, pulling me closer by my waist. He pulled away.

"You're my girlfriend now right?" He asked.

"Of course," I smiled.

We made out a little longer, when all of a sudden, Vince barged in.

“OH MY GOD,” he yelled almost falling. “IT HAPPENED. THEYRE TOGETHER.”

“It was bound to happen,” Nikki said.

The end :)))

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[thesmokingguns]

Vintage Valentine w/ Nikki Sixx

Minors DNI 18+

Warning: mentions of cum play, over atom, sex toys, unprotected sex

Minors DNI 18+

You loved the way it felt when Nikki came inside of you. It wasn’t just the warm feeling of his cum pumped inside of you, the way that it filled you up and how when he pulled out it would coat your thighs in a sticky mess, serving as a reminder of how you were his it was the whole act of him fucking you.

When Nikki was on top of you, his chest pushed against yours, growling and grunting into your ear with feral rapid need for you, it made you vibrate with pleasure. He’d press you against the mattress, pulling up when he was about to cum so he could look down at you and watch the way his cock looked filming you. His eyes on the space where he could see his cock so deep in you, leaving a little bump. Stretching your womb out as he filled it with his seed, watching you get a little tummy from being pumped full.

And you loved how he looked down at you, using you like a little breeding bitch. How he’s stay inside of you as his cock softened, pulling out and dragging some of the cum with him. As he got up to clean himself he’d look at you, all fucked out, laying with your thighs slightly open, glistening from his cum. Sometimes the goops of sticky whiteness flowing out from the slightly swollen pink opening of your pussy.

It was such a sight that sometimes he’d come back, bringing your dildo and fucking you with the toy, watching entranced as his cum was forced out of you because there was no room for anything else. He’d make you cum around the fake cock, seeing stars and being overused and overwhelmed and by the time your orgasm hit you, he’d be ready to fuck again. Filling you up again with his cum.

Nikki was fucking you now, holding you from behind, his mouth on your shoulder, kissing you as he fucked you from behind. One of your legs between his, the other over this thighs to hold you open so he could use your body to his liking. He had his let arm wrapped around your torso, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and tugging at them with him thumb and pointer finger. His right hand on your hip, finger print marks that would be left there from him squeezing at your hip bones as his cock pushed inside of you, stretching you.

Your pussy was so wet, you could feel your own juices running out down over Nikki’s balls and causing this wet squelching sound with each of his thrusts. Nikki was starting to bit down, a tell tale sign that he was close to cumming. His fingers sliding from where they had been bruising your hip down over your stomach. His fingers rolled softly over your belly button to where he could feel the head of his cock inside of you, fucking you. He growled, primal emotion as the sense of possession over you, the knowledge of how he could use you and how you ate it up.

He reached for your hand guiding it down to hold it over your stomach, pushing down so you were cupping his cock that was inside of you as he thrust up, toying with you with long deep thrusts.

“Do you feel me? Do you feel me inside of you taking what's mine?” he was gasping out, short of breath and consumed with pleasure, “Say it. Say you’re mine.” he demanded as you wondered if you could even speak.

You were overcome with pleasure already. Nikki had gone down on you before he had fucked you, getting you over excited and making you buck up, cumming in his mouth. He had been delighted at how easily you had orgasmed, toyed with you after and got you right to the brink for a second orgasm which you had right as he had started fucking you, ten minutes before. Now, now you were so stimulated and horny that you knew if he touched your clit you would surely black out. The idea of talking seemed like a task you were unable to complete.

“My pussy is yours, Nikki.” you managed to breathe out, hearing the sharp intake of breath. His pleasure was vocal and you appreciated the sounds he made, heightening the moment without reserve or embarrassment.

“My pussy. Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill your pussy up and then make you lay here after, holding your knees to make sure all my cum stays inside you.” you warmed at his words, nodding your head, “Keep feeling me. I want you to feel me when I cum.” he demanded, moving his hand off yours.

You kept your hand on your stomach like he had asked, gasping as his hand slipped down, running over the wetness of your clit. He was going to make you pass out tonight. His thumb strummed you and then pinched you. His balls slapping your ass from behind, cock filling you and now his fingers twisting and pinching at your clit. Your eyes shut as you tried to not faint.

“Nikki, too much. Too much, NIKKI!” you screamed his name, feeling the wave of warmth wash over you. His cock popped from you as he looked down, watching your body squirt. The shock on his face quickly was replaced with feral need as he flipped you on your stomach, pinning your hand under you as he lifted your hips and buried himself back inside of you.

This was the first time you had ever squirted and the sight of you cumming that hard had Nikki seeing stars. You could feel him, burying himself inside of you, pounding you so hard from behind that you ached but your eyes opened wide when you felt it. The warm rush of his cum filling you. He held your hips, pushing himself deeper inside of you. Your hand on your stomach could feel the spasms of his cock as he emptied himself into you, using you like his own personal cum rag. Instead of waiting to get soft, Nikki Dragged your knees up, pulled your ass up higher and pulled out. He opened your ass cheeks running his cock over your asshole as he dried himself off with your body.

“Stay like that, pretty girl. I want you to stay like that so I can see how good you are at keeping my cum inside of you.” you blushed like he hadn’t just been fucking you as you nodded, loving the praise.

Nikki was standing from the bed, going to get a towel and a new set of sheets as you laid on the bed, eyes heavy and belly full. You would do anything to please him. Even being his personal cum dumpster.

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[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Did some art for my Mötley age swap AU. I know this is kinda bad but I don't really consider myself an artist wanted to post this anyway though.

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