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itsgaga · 2 months

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Paprazzi

“Y/N over here”

“Nikki”

“Come on Y/N can I get a smile from you”

The flashing lights never stopped, every time your eyes would try to adjust, another storm of flaring lights would blind you. When you and Nikki first got together you were able to deal with the paparazzi, some were actually quite nice and would only ask for a picture or two and then leave you alone, some were more determined to get as many pictures as they could but still they were never rude ;however, as time went on their attention and actions shifted. They once were only focused on yours and Nikki’s relationship but recently they started following you even when Nikki wasn’t there. Their words changed, they once would compliment you, tell Nikki how lucky he was, and would have nice small talk with you, but now, they want to know where you’re going, who with, and for long, insults can be heard when they’re around, they run after you, and follow you in cars, and will sneak around regardless of where you are.

Today was supposed to be just a normal day, you and Nikki had gone out to get away from the spotlight, the plan was to just go and sit in a cafe hours away from your guys’ home in a small town hoping no one would recongize either of you so you guys could get away from the camera and spend a day without the stress that comes along with being famous ;however, as soon as you guys pulled into the parking lot men with cameras came jumping out of their blacked out cars, all running torwards your direction.

You looked at Nikki, who was looking at the crowd. “Shit” Nikki put the car in reverse but before he could take his foot off the brake the car is surrounded from every angle. Loud screams were coming from outside the car. “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” “Y/N and Nikki” that’s all you heard, over and over again.

It was never ending, minutes had passed and Nikki had given up, he’s sitting in the front seat with his head resting on the back and his hands covering his face. The men were clearly getting frustrated and changed their approach to getting what they wanted.

“Nikki, how good is Y/N? You think you’d ever give me a chance to find out”

Nikki removed his hands from his face and looked outside the car.

“Hey man, don’t start”

A guy standing outside your window speaks up.

“Well, if she’s gonna dress like a whore she’s gonna be treated like a whore.”

Nikki was mad, his emotions were all over his face, you could tell he wanted to say something. “Nikki don’t, they just want a reaction” Nikki looked at you then looked down. “We need to leave.” Before you could tell Nikki theres no way to get out, Nikki once again put the car in reverse and began backing up.

Loud shouts from the back of the car were yelling at him to stop, Nikki rolled down his window and told them to get out of the way. Again, the man from your side speaks up.

“Hey Nik, are those things real on her?”

Nikki ignored him.

“I think fake tits look like shit.”

Again, he ignored him.

It wasn’t until the man just flat out called you a whore when Nikki finally snapped and swung the car door open, the man saw Nikki and tried to calm him down.

“Hey, no no Nikki it’s just my job, i’m just doing this for money, I didn’t mean it man, seriously.”

Within seconds Nikki was threatening to beat his ass, there was pushing and shoving and screaming with flashes from the camera. You were done, you wanted to leave, with numerous insults and what felt like thousands of photos being taken, you were just done.

Rolling down the window you yell for Nikki multiple times, he made his way back to the car, clearly still pissed off and got in immediately driving off. “I can’t believe it, I can’t fucking believe it.” Nikki sighed and looked at you.

“Are you alright, babe.”

You just look at Nikki, give a soft smile, grab his hand, and look out the window. The car ride back was quiet, except for the occasional whispers coming from Nikki, complaining about the paparazzi and muttering a bunch of threats.

He squeezes your hand causing you to look at him “I’m just saying I would’ve beaten his ass if you would’ve let me”. You roll your eyes and smile. “I know babe” Nikki looks at you.

“I’m being serious”

“I know you are”

“Really? Cause I feel like you don’t believe me”

You and Nikki continue back and forth the entire car ride home, completely forgetting about everything that just happened. Realizing only then that you two didn’t need to drive hours away to go somewhere to feel some sort of peace and forget about everything else going on in your lives, the entire time the two of you could’ve just found peace in each other.

Bro. I hate the ending. With a passion. I rewrote it about 7 times. I didnt wanna give up. But i’m tired. Ready for a nap. So enjoy.

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robocoplesb · 7 months

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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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madiisixx · 8 months

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Naked and Bare | Current! Tommy Lee x Reader

Summary: you asked Your husband to be more dominant with you in the bedroom.

AUTHORS NOTE: I've never written for Tommy before so if this is trash, I sincerely apologize in advance. This is also shorter because I made it into a blurb rather than a full blown fic.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

GIF by deakysblueoutfit

Butterflies in your tummy is all you felt in this moment.

you asked for it and you may regret it later but right now? Oh, it felt so good.

Your husband Plowing into you from behind, one hand pulling on your hair and another around your stomach to keep you up right.

Sloppy kisses filled your ears and Heavy pants came from your lips, "Tommy more please"

He chuckled and leaned his lips right next to your ear. "My sweet baby wants more yeah? I'll give her more."

And with those next words, high pitched moans and gasps fell from your lips. He started to plow into you faster than before and the thrusts of his hips had you bouncing back onto him.

Sweet moans fell from his lips and he grunted, leaning his back against you. "I can feel you starting to get close baby, you gonna cum for daddy?"

You moan loudly and gasps into his ears, "Fuck yes! I'm gonna cum daddy please!"

He reaches around and brings his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing it in time to match his thrusts.

Reaching your own hands up to your chest, you squeeze them and pull on your nipples for some extra stimulation.

Tommy groaned at the sight and his thrusts started to get sloppy, "baby if you don't cum soon, I'm gonna blow my load."

you giggled, but soon the giggles turn into screaming moans as he picked up his pace once again.

Clenching down around him hard, you started to see starts behind your eyes. "Oh Tommy! Oh my god!"

He panted and sweat started to drip down onto his face, he reached his hand up into your hair and pulled it back hard enough towards him it made you explode around him instantly.

"Fuck yeah! look at that baby, you're so sexy Cumming on me like that fuck!"

All you felt were stars behind your eyes, you didn't even notice that Tommy was right behind you in ecstacy.

One last thrust and a groan in your ear, you felt his seed paint your walls, him groaning into your ear.

He chuckled and wiped the tears of pleasure from your eyes, "My sweet baby, such a good girl for me."

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thesmokingguns · 10 months

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Good Vibrations

MINORS DNI 18+ mentions of sx toys, masturbation and sex

Nikki couldn’t find you anywhere. He had gotten in from the studio and thought for sure you would be in the kitchen or in bed reading or maybe even by the pool trying to catch the last few streams of sunlight but it was 2PM and instead of being in any of the places he expected he found you curled up, fast asleep on the couch. At first he was surprised to find you napping there but then he thought about how you had been dealing with a deadline for a script you were writing, working crazy hours and not taking care of yourself like he wanted you too. He was thankful seeing you get some rest and moved to sit on the couch so that he could be there when you woke up.

As Nikki sat down something buzzed under him, waking you up and making him jump up as your vibrator raced from under the pillow. You reached out, sleepily trying to grab it but Nikki was quicker, picking it off the couch and holding teh buzzing sex toy in his hand as he looked at you, shaking his head with a smirk on his face.

“Here I was, thinking you were so tired from all the work you had been doing but no, you were taking your post orgasm nap. You knew I’d be home early and couldn’t even wait for me?” he was teasing you, not really caring as you stretched out, yawning and lying flat on the couch as you looked up at him.

“You didn’t wait for me in the shower this morning.” Nikki froze at your words. He had thought you were sleeping this morning as he jerked off but apparently his private time hadn’t been as private as he had thought.

He pulled the throw blanket that had been covering you off, seeing now that you were naked on the couch. Instead of trying to cover yourself you watched him, eyeing the vibrator that he was holding in his hand. Glad he had shut it off so that it didn't waste the battery life of your toy.

“I was just getting warmed up for you.” you reached for him, tugging him until he was moving over you, covering you with his body and leaning in for a kiss.

Nikki was a great french kisser. He was passionate, lips wet as he moved his tongue softly, not trying to wrestle but caressing and rolling with yours. He paused to suck your tongue, your lip, nipping as he kissed you and pinned you under him. He was rolling into you, realizing after a moment he was dry humping you as your legs locked behind his back and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, seeing the way your lips were puffy from being kissed by him, smirking at the sight.

“Why don’t I use your toy too? We both can play with it.” you shrugged your shoulders, knowing Nikki knew what he was doing with it. He had been the one to show you new ways to position it or how to use it in rolling circles on your clit to make yourself cum.

Your hands moved to pull off his shirt, running your fingers over tattoos that were freshly finished and the space that was just the tan of his skin. He smirked at you, giving you time to explore his body with your finger tips. He loved when you undressed him, it could be clumsy and less smooth. But it was the sort of intimacy that Nikki craved, the realness of it and the way that you got distracted by him, touching his chest using your nails to scratch the side of his neck down. It turned him on seeing how much you liked to look at him. He pushed up as your hands went to his belt, your eyes lifting to meet him as your fingers worked the belt, pulling it open and moving to the button of his jeans. Nikki smirked as you pulled down his pants, leaving his briefs on as he kicked off the denim.

Your thighs wrapped around him and he knew this was you teasing him, not letting him fuck you yet. But Nikki wasn’t in the mood to be teased and was rolling his briefs down before you could fully wrap yourself around him. He smiled as he watched the way you pouted, his eyes sparkling in devilish delight at the way you looked at him, so cute and so bratty.

“I’m going to make you ride me for trying to be such a tease.” You opened your mouth in protest but Nikki was hushing you before you could speak, kissing your lips as you wiggled against him, “You wanted to be a tease, princess and now you’re going to have to make it up to daddy.” He was rolling you so you were on his lap, looking down at him with pouting lips.

You hated being on top. You hated the way you looked and always said that you couldn’t finish when you were on top. 99% of time time when you rode Nikki it was him lifting and moving your hips for you but he wasn’t raising or guiding your hips like usual but leaving it all up to you. BUt you were mad and wanted to prove to him you could do it. So you raised your hips, one hand on his shoulder and the other was guided to his cock that you held in your hand to help guide into yourself.

Nikki licked his lips as he watched you lower yourself down, the tip of him slipping into your warmth. He could feel the sticky warmth of your pussy engulfing him as you made a soft ‘mhh’ sound of pleasure until you felt his balls against you. You rocked instead of moving up and down, just trying to get used to the feel of him inside of you. Plus you knew NIkki, knew he liked it fast and hard or hard and slow. You’d break his pace and make him have to handle what you were doing. The goal was Nikki would take over and you wouldn’t have to do the work.

Whimpering, you were going to give your daddy a show but Nikki looked composed, shocking you as the buzz of your vibrator brought your attention to the toy again. He smirked, watching you rise and come down, the milky substance slipping down his shaft, wetting his balls and thighs as you started to rise up and come down now, riding him for real. Nikki kept pace as you squeezed around his cock, wondering why he didn’t encourage this more. You were slower, softer than him but you were bouncing and rocking in ways that made him want to empty himself inside of you. He brought the toy in front of you, your ragged breath from the workout of being on top making you whimper and then groan out so loudly Nikki had to look up and check to make sure that you were okay.

He had placed the vibrator against your opening. The vibrations rolling over his shaft and making you grind down at the sensation. He was watching you, pleased as you rutted helplessly, thighs quaking from riding him and being so close to your orgasm. He was surprised that you hadn’t asked for help yet, ask him to take over. You were so focused on pleasure that the idea of asking him anything but to cum wasn’t there.

“You think theres room for both inside you?” NIkki was holding you hip now, placing the vibrator against his shaft as he lifted you off him. He let you go knowing you were half exhausted and unable to hold yourself up. You had no choice but to sink down on both sex toy and NIkki’s cock, whimpering and trembling as the stretch of it made you ache and shake.

Nikki held you against his chest, letting you rest against him as he kissed your cheek, pressing himself up and in you, feeling the way you were so spent and over stimulated, making helpless whimpers and moans as he started to fuck you hard and fast. The mix of his motions and the way the vibrator shook inside of you had you clinging to him, trusting him completely now because you didn’t know what else to do, knowing that there was nothing you could do but let him fuck you.

“So good, you’re so fucking good, angel. What can daddy do to make you cum?” You felt fucked out and whimpered as he started to slow down. He knew you needed a break, half exhausted from riding him and now being stretched out. He pulled out of you, taking the toy out and kissing your shoulders as he moved to lay you down against the couch.

Nikki switched so he was between your legs, licking and sucking as you groaned out, knotting your fingers in his hair and riding his face as you started to enjoy the sex more. He was slowly running his tongues between your folds, lapping at your clit like it was an ice cream of his favorite flavor. Nikki loved giving oral, loved the tangy way your pussy tasted. He grabbed teh sexy toy looking up from where he licked at your clit in strong strokes of his tongue and pressed the toy between your lps, watching the way you opened your mouth and accepted it, sucking it like a cock as he pushed it in and out of your lips. He wished it was his cock there instead. Wanted his balls against your chin as you gagged and choked on him.

His fingers slid into you on his other hand his tongue lapping at you as you wiggled down and moaned around the sex toy. You were so close and NIkki wanted you to finish, wanted to feel you ride his face. He saw your eyes close, the way your lip rose on one side and let go of the sex toy, letting it fall from your lips as his hand pressed against your lower stomach as you bucked up, thighs hugging his face as he felt you start riding out your orgasm on his face. Bucking as he lapped the wetness and had you shivering helplessly against his face. It was loud and needy as you tried shoving fingers in your mouth to stop some of the screams of pleasure that were coming from your lips.

Nikki laid his head against your thigh, kissing softly as he looked at you, his cock aching and ready to cum. You were bleary eyed and exhausted as you looked down, reaching for Nikki’s head. You tugged his head up, making him look at you, seeing how much the orgasm took out of you.

“I want you to fuck me. I need you, Nikki.” He didn’t have to be told twice and was slipping into your still throbbing cunt. He moaned out as you whimpered, feeling the way your pussy already was clenching like it wanted to cum again. He reached for the vibrator again before you could stop him. Turning it on and pressing it against your already sensitive clit. That was where you blacked out from pleasure.

Nikki watched the way you screamed, he rush of wetness as you came again and let himself go, mixing with the mess that was already on the couch as he came against your thighs, watching you writhe in pleasure. He bucked into his hand, losing himself as he thought about how fucking good you looked right now. And also thinking about how he was going to sit with you in the shower and hold you as he washed you up and took care of you; that was what he needed to do now. He had used you and now he needed to clean up the mess that he made.

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duffslut · 1 year

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Faking tears

Nikki Sixx x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 630

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

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

- Yeah. - You said in a whimper.

- Then ask for it. - He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Tommy’s Sister, Nikki Sixx

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

Word Count: 1.4k~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Raising hell

Pt.2

PLOT: you and nikki shout at eachother some more and nikki spreads some shit..

WARNING: drug misuse

The next day you lay in bed hungover, its a saturday so you have the weekend off but that doesnt mean your going to do anything productive. After hours sat whining in bed about your sore head and the night befores events the bands go out once again.

You head straight to the bar and order yourself shots, you go almost the whole night without seeing nikki untill you go to the bathroom, you walk in to him snorting cocaine off the bathroom sink “shit!” He jumps up but his ‘caught’ expression drops to a smirk “fuck sake, you again! Cant you fuck off!” He rolls his eyes “your always so fucking dramatic, you know that? Such a fucking whiner” he moves closer to you. “Well atleast im not an asshole”

“No.. your worse” he narrows his eyes

“Just fuck off so i can take a piss”

“No. Im busy.” He speaks straight “fine then” you close the door and sit on the toilet, not giving a shit if he was there, you watch as he sets out another line, not caring that you were literally pissing beside him. You gasp “whats that!” You make him look away and snort his line, flushing the toilet and heading for the door. “Hey! You bitch!” You flip him off and leave.

While dancing you feel someones hands gripping your waist and you start dancing on them, looking back and seeing nikki who stood in shock as you danced on him “oh fuck! Nikki what are you doing!” You try to pull away but he pulls you back against him “i wanted a chat” he growled into your ear, you roll your eyes and stop grinding on him, feeling your cheeks go alittle red in embarrassment “what is it?”

“I wanted to talk about last night”

“Ohh, last night when you confessed then left me for a hooker?” He growls against your ear when you say this, pissed off “she wasnt even a hooker, she didnt even fuck me she pussied out” you laugh bitterly “thats karma” nikki walks off to the bar and you feel obligated to follow.

He orders himself a jack n coke and turns to face you, scanning your face, his gaze drops to your dress and he smirks. “Dont” you stop him “dont what?” He says genuinely, tilting his head “dont call me fat, im not in the mood” you order yourself a jack n coke, nikki going alittle quite “i was going to say your dress.. its nice” you shake your head “dont be nice, dont try to be nice, its weird”

“So what? You want me to be a dick to you permanently, fine. Your a real bitch, your selfish and needy and you dont know when to stop”

“Sounds alot like your explaining yourself”

Nikki growls “do you have to always be so god damn negative? Its not often im nice but when i am you tell me to be rude”

“Dont make me feel bad nikki.. ive never liked you, youve never liked me so keep it that way” he downs his drink and slams it down “fine by me” he storms out the bar.

The guilt eats you alive the whole night and you try to drink it away but only find it growing like a monster standing behind you with its hand wrapped around your neck. You drunkenly stumble to the hotel and knock on his door, he opens up with a powdery nose and only his boxers on. “What?” He mumbles

“I-im.. can i come in?” You slur alittle, nikki sighs

“Why?” He leans against his door frame, he wanted to let you in but didnt want to give in. “… i dont know..” you speak quietly and he sighs, letting you by, you stumble into his room and lay on his bed, he cant help but let out a laugh. “What are you doing?” He sits beside you and watches “getting cosy” you roll onto your back “stop trying to act cute, its not going to work”

“You think im cute?” You giggle and he rolls his eyes “maybe just alittle” he gets up and heads to the mini fridge in his hotel room and gets two beers for you two. “Here” you sit up and open the bottle with the bottle opener you keep on you at all times. You drink the beer quietly, nikki watching you “why are you actually here” you gulp and put the beer down beside you “guess i missed you” you shrug, instantly regretting it “missed me? You? Bullshit..” he shakes his head “i missed being annoyed i guess” you laugh and run your fingers through your hair, you both make eye contact and you try to crawl forward to him “no.. no, dont do that” he leans back, a smile still on his face “whyyy?” You whine and giggle “because its not right, we know that, get off” he tries to swat you away as you crawl onto his lap.

“Cmon nikki, i can feel you.. your hard” he groans as you sit down onto his lap “get off…” he huffs, grinding up onto you, your hips grinding down onto his clothed erection “god.. your so hard” you moan but he grabs your hips to still you “stop.” He says firmly and you stop, looking into his eyes. “Stop.. your too drunk, i cant let this happen”

“Nikki please-“

“No, get your shit and go” he pulls you off his lap, his erection straining against his boxers as he looks away, you get your stuff and head to the door, you glance back but hes already busy rolling a joint.

The next day you wake up to your door being knocked, you, in your hungover state stumble to the door, you open it to your manager with a furious look on his face. “Stu? Whats up?” He sighs and looks around “why am i hearing that you broke into nikkis room and tried it on with him last night?”

“Stu i didnt-“

“I dont care if you did or didnt, sort your shit out, me and doc have planned a show where you and the crüe are playing together and i swear, if you fuck this up-“

“You what?!”

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sixxgurl26 · 1 year

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~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 6 - Two Blondies

Masterlist

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)

Warnings: 18+, language, violence

Word Count: 2.3K+

“You guys really need to get your door fixed or something, climbing through this goddamn window isn't it.” I groaned, my foot catching on the sill, causing me to stumble into the small, musty living room these boys called home. Well, Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. Mick lived somewhere else, but we weren't really sure where. He kinda just showed up and disappeared into the night, he wasn’t into the antics like the other three and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.

“Tell the cops to stop breaking it down and maybe we’ll fix it.” Vince groaned, taking a sip from his beer as he flipped through his new Playboy magazine. “That would require us to not do things to make the cops break it down.” Tommy stated, ripping the magazine from Vince, before being punched in the shoulder and having it ripped back by the blondie himself. Note to self, don’t mess with Vince’s access to girls of any kind, real or print. “Which is not going to happen. Fuck em.” Nikki spat, taking a swig himself before walking over and handing me a beer already de-capped. Smiling, I took a drink before sitting next to Kayla on the couch, bumping shoulder’s with her as I watched Nikki grab his journal and sit on his lawn chair at the coffee table. Ah, where Sixx did his best work at writing any new song.

It’s been three months since the incident at the Whiskey and the night I stayed at the Motley house after Nikki saved my sorry ass from that creep. Nikki and I haven’t acted with each other like we first had, and he hasn’t made a move on me since, which I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or saddened, but I was becoming more and more comfortable around them, inviting myself into their home and finding myself spending time here after work and even skipping on school sometimes to help Nikki with his thoughts on a song. I wasn’t paying much attention to my real life at the moment, I was giving it the bare minimum I could, while the world of Motley got all the attention I could give it. I was becoming addicted to the electricity of their music, and the antics at their parties. It made me feel alive in a way I never knew was possible, and having Kayla with me almost twenty four seven made it even that much better.

“What are you working on now?” I asked, peering over to his book and he looked up at me with a smirk. “A new song for the new album we are going to be working on soon. I imagine this one will be a single hopefully.” Scribbling away, I could tell he had his verses outlined, but no choruses, though I didn’t know what they said. “What’s your middle name?” Nikki asked me, his eyes looking up into my own for a second as I searched my brains database for the information I didn’t really ever use except for medical forms. “It’s Tessa, why?” He shook his head with a laugh, “no reason, just wondering.” I nodded slowly, another sip into my lips. “Sure Sixx.”

Staring at him, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. I couldn’t identify really what my feelings were for him yet, but I liked the way his lips felt on mine and I know I wanted them on me again, but that felt like irrational thinking, so I pushed it away as soon as it entered my thoughts. This is Nikki we’re talking about, a sleazy, drug snorting, crazy ass psycho, at least to the general public. Still, I would find myself watching him work, long enough that I’m sure he could feel the stare and he would pry his green orbs off his journal to stare up into mine for a moment, throwing me a smirk before heading back down into his own world. I knew Kayla could tell too, as her slanted smiles could tell me she could see into my own mind. She never brought it up in front of them though, to my relief.

The day had come and went and a week later I found myself back here for another party, another night of putting off my work and school and deciding to just “deal with it tomorrow”, which I knew was not going to get me anywhere, but the longer I ignored it, the better it felt to be away from. The Motley house as usual, was packed with people. Most of the people I was starting to recognize as people that usually showed up for the shows and then followed the boys home like they were the pied pipers of Sunrise. Their following was getting bigger by the show, and I knew this excited them.

In the Sunrise scene, they had made it. In Nikki’s eyes, they were just getting started.

The scene was laid out as usual, Vince talking it up with his most likely third victim of the night, Tommy with Kayla coming out of the bathroom disheveled and WAY too happy, Mick in the corner on the couch with a bottle almost passed out, and Nikki taking swigs by the kitchen counter, while talking smugly to a blondie that had been on his hip the whole fucking night.

“I can sense some jealousy.” Kayla playfully sang to me, poking me in the side as she flipped the cap off her corona. My eyes darted from Nikki to the blondie as she placed on a hand on his leather covered bicep, her laugh echoing. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla. “I am not.” I gruffed, doing an amazing job of covering the fact that I was, indeed, jealous. “Yeah and I have a dick, we can tell lies all night but I see through you.” I didn’t dignify that with a response and took another long sip of my own bottle, licking my lips with taste of corona, wishing it was a different taste of something else, or someone else instead.

I hadn’t pursued Nikki since making my exit that night at the club, my mind was still confused on what was the “right” decision, but that didn’t stop me from finding him attractive and getting weak in the knees around him. And the more I stayed around, the more the “bad” decisions seemed to feel right.

“Okay well, maybe go talk to some guy and get over it, or under it. It’s Nikki man, he’s sleazy.” She patted me on the head before walking her way through the crowd back to Tommy and I sighed, surveying the selection before me, but as I stared through the guys that had come to this party, nothing seemed to entice me, not even to make him jealous or even just look up from blondie. And then I saw him, the perfect person to enact my plan with, why had I not thought of it before, and lucky me, he just happened to be free at this moment. “Oh Vinnie!” I sang, shifting my stance to put my weight on one leg, popping my hip out and staring at him enticingly. He stared at me with curiosity, a smile hinting at his lips as he rounded the couch, making his way to me. “What’s up doll?” I smirked, I lifted my hand to his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, and while I wanted to laugh, I had to keep it together. “You got some broad shoulders here.” I said, and his usual cocky smile turned off as a chuckle dared to come out. “What are you doing?” He asked and I moved in close to his ear so as no one else to hear. “I’m trying to make Nikki jealous.” His eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. “You like Nikki? Out of all the men?” Now I was shocked, I was so sure they all knew we had hooked up and he had even been seen with me all over me before I had ran out that night. “Didn’t you all know we hooked up?” I whispered back and by now, I couldn’t hear blondie anymore, well, not my blondie Vinnie, but Nikki’s blondie, so I was sure the talking between them had ceased at some point. “Well I mean yeah we knew that, but we fuck a lot of girls, I don’t expect them to really like me or like them back, that’s all.” I was going to fight that response, but he was right, that checked out.

“Look, you want to make a man jealous, especially Nikki, I’ll just act like you’re mine and if you’re something he wants, even if he denies that, he won’t be able to after seeing me all over it, he hates when I try to take things of his away.” He whispered in my ear before giving my neck a gentle kiss and while Nikki was the one I was wanting, I couldn’t lie that Vince’s lips on my neck sent shivers down me. Pushing me slightly against the wall, I went along with the act, as his hands came to my waist, gripping me as his lips came up dangerously close to my own, brushing against them slightly as his his free hand dropped to my hip, pulling me closer in. I was hoping to god Nikki did care, because at this rate, I wasn’t sure where this was about to lead me.

Another graze of my collarbone before Vince was ripped off of me with the rage of leather and jet black hair coming in between us and I sighed in relief that it worked, but now fear of what was about to happen.

What was I doing using Vince to get back at Nikki? I wasn’t trying to tear the band apart, just make a statement.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Nikki screamed, Vince taking a step back, eyeing me and then eyeing him back. “I-I was just giving her some attention man, she needed it.” He could of said it less matter of factly and that may have saved him a punch straight to the nose, but instead he chose the route of violence and down Vince went, clutching himself. “NIKKI!” I shouted, pulling his arm down and forcing him to look at me. “STOP IT!” I screamed as loud as possible, the whole place going silent, except the huffs of anger between us. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU KISSING HIM? OF ALL PEOPLE?” He raged on, once Nikki got going, there was no stopping him. He was like a bull and all he saw was red.

“SO? YOU GOT FUCKING BLONDIE OVER THERE PRACTICALLY SUCKING YOUR COCK!”

I wasn’t the fighting type, I wasn’t even the arguing type, but something about him brought something out in me, and I wasn’t backing down in front of God or anybody tonight. Maybe a few too many drinks, maybe not enough.

He smirked slightly, taking amusement from my comment as he crossed his arms, Vince still on the ground moaning and clutching his nose. “So you’re jealous? That’s it? You don’t want me but I can’t play around with other kitties?” His tone was pissing me off and his smile, while deafeningly attractive, angered me like hell.

“I never said I didn’t want you, I was confused Nikki, I am confused, but yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, so I gave you back your own medicine.” I huffed, but my eyes were shifted from him when his blondie entered my view, taking a stance next to him with a wide, smug smile. “Oh honey, you couldn’t have him even if you wanted him. He needs a real woman.” She wrapped her arm around Nikki’s and while he didn’t push her off, he didn’t embrace it either. “Bitch, if you talk to me again, I’ll be knocking you so hard, you’re going to need a nose job before being seen again.” She look taken aback, and the once silent apartment was now filled with whistles and egging on a fight. What is it with men loving to see women fight?

Nikki looked smugger than ever, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. “Don't let me stand in the way.” He snarked. I couldn’t believe him as I stood there, but something inside me blamed myself more. Why did I expect this to go well? Why did I think I belonged here of all places? My anger started to evaporate and as I looked into the girls eyes that seemingly were filled with genuine fear as she eyes my clenched fists, I sighed, releasing my tension.

“Fucking forget it, you can have him.” I turned quickly and started to make my exit, ignoring the sounds of my name from various voices, but not one of them sounded like Nikki’s. Kayla’s was the loudest, and I could feel her hand grab my own as an attempt to stop me, but I ripped it away and stepped through the window.

The farther I got, the quieter it became. I didn't even want to go home, I just wanted to go, so I walked with no clear intention, clutching my arms to keep myself warm and safe. It had felt like it had been an hour after I had left, but I had no clear way of knowing. I didn't know where I was, I was inside my head and thoughts as my body walked on autopilot, but I was ripped back to reality when I heard honking.

Repeatedly.

I turned to the blinding headlight as a car whipped close to the sidewalk near me and stopped dead.

Nikki’s eyes glared into mine. “Get in the car before you get abducted or murdered out here.” I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk on. “Fuck off Sixx.” I mumbled out, but the car edged forward to meet me as I continued on. “Get in the FUCKING car.”

Thus ensued what felt like a forever staring contest as we both glared at each other, before I groaned, giving up and slipping into the car before he roared off.

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His Vows to You

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Reader

Description: His vows to you on your wedding day

A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.

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Today I stand before you the luckiest man alive because I get to love you for a lifetime. I get to love the person that wakes up just before sunrise so they can see how the colors melt together in the sky. I get to love the person who eats dinosaur chicken nuggets once a week as a comfort meal. I get to love the person who remains perpetually curious about life and the world around them, always seeking out more knowledge. I get to love the person that likes apples but can’t stand apple juice. I get to love the person whose idea of fun varies from sitting quietly by a stream to dancing at three a.m. to music so loud it wakes the neighbors. I get to love you, Y/N, every version of you, for the rest of our lives.

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xsixxx · 2 years

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Bad Influence - Chapter 12

Word Count - 3.2K

Authors Note - Hey! It's been about 2 & a half years since I last posted an update for this story, but it's always warmed my heart whenever I've come back on here & seen messages/anons from people saying they've read it & hoped I'd update it! I truly have no idea how much of this fandom still exists on here, but I had so much fun writing this before, so I've just decided to carry on as & when &, if no-one reads it, then that's ok 😂

Honestly this chapter feels trash, I'm super rusty at this. I know where the story was always headed, so I've carried on with what I always had planned for Beth & Nikki, but obviously it's been a while since I've been in their heads & I'd kinda forgotten how to write them, so hopefully I'll get it back!

Feedback is always welcome, please just forgive me if this sucks 😂🖤

Warnings - Ermmmmm don't think there's much in this one tbh, language obviously & some major fluff from Beth at one point

Tags - Ok so no idea who's still here but I'm just gonna tag everyone that used to be tagged, lemme know if you're not interested any more & I'll be sure you take you off!

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(Terrible quality gif but a US Festival one was needed & how fuckin fine are these pair in this, like just kiss, go on I dare ya)

May '83

*Beth's POV*

I peaked out from the corner of the stage to catch a glimpse at the source of the chanting. A mass of 500,000 faces blurred together as their chorus of "Crüe, Crüe, Crüe" shook so violently through the air, I could feel it vibrating in my chest.

Heavy Metal Sunday at the US Festival in San Bernardino had been kicked off by Quiet Riot & they had waltzed off stage after a killer set leaving the crowd hungry for more. And Mötley Crüe were next, ready to deliver.

"I think I'm gonna throw up" Tommy whimpered, leaning over my shoulder to get a look at the sea of people. "What if I fuck up & like drop my sticks or something? Or forget the songs? Or I vomit on stage?"

I laughed at his misplaced panic, turning to face him & resting my hand sympathetically on his shoulder. "T-Bone, you've got more confidence & energy than anyone I know, you've just gotta go out there & use it! You're gonna fucking kill it & you're gonna have the best time! Then you're gonna drop the next album, everyone is gonna go wild for it, you're gonna get even more famous than you already are & you're gonna move up in the world & forget all about us little people!" I joked, my sympathetic hand turning into a playful little shove, trying to distract him from his nerves. "Meanwhile I'll spend my life telling everyone about the time Mötley Crüe invited me to hang out with them backstage at the US Festival, because this is by far the coolest thing that will ever happen to me."

Tommy chuckled, his usual goofy grin returning as my distraction tactic took hold. "You can tell them about the first time you did coke in a bathroom stall with THE Tommy fuckin' Lee!"

"Exactly! Now go get ready, I've got some flirting to do with bands more famous than you," I winked, chuckling at his faux hurt expression, his hands clutching his heart with mimicked pain. "What?! I see you fuckers all the time, I'm making the most of this experience!"

"Sixx is so gonna regret inviting you!" Tommy warned, a hint of concern in his otherwise playful tone.

"That boy thinks some VIP passes are gonna make up for all the shit he's done?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at Tommy's raised eyebrow. "Look, I'm bored of the Beth-Nikki drama, as I'm sure you all are, so let's forget it. Today is about the band, the reason I'm here is to support you all &-" My words & my focus cut off abruptly as my eyes swept across the cute brunette who'd walked past, his boyish features not too dissimilar to Tommy's. He clearly felt my gaze & his eyes flickered to meet mine, catching me off guard with a cute grin that I couldn't help but return without a thought. "... And you know, maybe to support some other band members too.." I finished slyly.

Tommy followed my eyeline, trying to deduce who'd caught my attention & he laughed when he'd figured it out.

"Eddie, really?" He howled, gesturing obviously towards at the founding member of Van Halen. "I would've though Roth would've been more up your street, yanno, given your history with blonde front men & all!"

I swiped at his arm sharply, shushing him & smiling apologetically in Eddie's direction as he gave an awkward little nod & moved on.

"Goddamn it T-Bone, your big fat mouth is gonna ruin this for me! Now will you go play your damn set, Sixx looks like he's gonna blow any second."

"Ok, ok, I'm going! Thanks for the pep talk doll, you're the best!" Tommy gave me a quick peck on the forehead before bounding back off like an excited puppy to join his band mates, all traces of nerves dissipated.

I looked over at the four of them, all doing their usual pre show routines. Mick was swigging from his hip flask, next to Vince who was flirting with a cute stage hand. Tommy was enthusiastically drumming his sticks on everything in sight, including a stern looking Nikki who was, no doubt, trying to psych them all up with one of his usual don't-fuck-it-up speeches.

I observed them for a moment & couldn't help but allow a proud feeling to warm my heart. I listened the echo of the crowd as they continued their chant, which fast turned to cheers & shouts of excitement as the four of them made their way on to the stage. It was so easy to forget how famous they'd gotten in the time I'd known them. To me, they were friends, no matter the drama that had unfolded between me, Nikki & Vince, they weren't celebrities or rockstars. But as I watched them play, listened to their music I'd once despised but had grown to enjoy, it was like watching strangers. I felt like just another fan, getting to enjoy a band. It was surreal to connect the reckless, fun, roguish boys I hung out with to these talented, serious musicians.

My gaze & attention, unintentionally but predictably, wandered to Nikki, dolled up in all his leather & studs, the smears of black paint under his eyes, beaming at the crowd as they gave him the reaction to his music that he so badly craved. Against my better judgement, I found it inordinately endearing. If I didn't already know from our little psychology session together just how meaningful music was to him & how deep his passion ran, it was evident on his face for all 500,000 fans, & me, to see.

The screaming audience in my peripheral vanished, as did Vince, Mick & Tom, as I fell captive to Nikkis performance. Studying his child like, genuine smile, I realised it felt like I was seeing the real him for the first time, the man underneath the bravado, the ego, the smug smiles & the cruel quips. He looked truly content, like he belonged.

And suddenly, I felt sad.

I finally allowed my mind to admit what I'd continued to suppress underneath all my loathing towards Nikki, the reason I kept coming back & letting him in.

I wanted him.

But not just in the way he wanted me. I wanted this version of him, the content, untroubled Nikki with the genuine smile. I wanted to experience him this way, share in his passion & celebrate it with him, be by his side as he suceeded in what he loved the most. And the sadness came simply because I knew I could never. I knew as soon as the set was over & he walked off that stage, I'd have to face the anger that still consumed me, the reality of the impossibility that Nikki Sixx could ever be someone I could allow myself to fall for.

Senseless tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill over as I observed him play the last few notes of their last song & enthusiastically part with the stage, the crowd &, ultimately, the version of him that I longed for.

I shook my head, furiously wiping my eyes to discourage any more emotional displays & ran to greet them with all the spirit & excitement they deserved.

"Reynolds! Whatcha think doll? Did we kill it or what?!" Whooped Tommy, opening his arms warmly towards me as I sprinted over. I jumped into them as he picked me up & spun me around, giggling with nothing but joy for them.

"You guys were unbelievable! Listen to them out there, they can't get enough of you!" I gushed as he put me down & I hugged Vince, then Mick.

I turned to Nikki, instinctively ready to congratulate him with a hug too, but paused awkwardly as our eyes met & we exchanged an unsure glance.

"Ahem, yeah you guys were great," I managed, smiling at him, praying the discomfort wasn't too obvious.

"Thanks Lizzy.. I'm, uh- I'm really glad to decided to come." He replied, a fraction of that genuine smile still in place of his sweaty, exhausted face.

"Yeah.. Me too, Sixx."

●●●

The next few hours were a blur of execs, press & management swamping the band as I watched the rest of the festival from the sidelines, feeling a little out of place in amongst the crew & talent backstage.

Halfway through enjoying the Prince of Darkness himself perform, I felt a light rap on my shoulder & turned to see a familiar face I would never have expected.

"Daniel?!" I spluttered, laughing a little at the surprise to see his clean cut, handsome face in the wash of metal heads & glam rock bands I'd grown acustom to throughout the day.

He laughed right back, the sound sending a little spark running through me. "How're you doing Beth?"

"I'm good! Wow, this is bizarre, what're you doing here?" I quizzed, the perplexed looking on my face amusing him all the more.

"Well med school comes with a hefty price tag unfortunately, so I'm working as one of the festival medics. I was called back to attend to a couple of the bands that apparently got into a bit of a brawl", he answered, before raising his eyebrow so subtly, I could've almost missed it. "Look at you backstage, miss VIP!" He gestured towards the lanyard dangling from my neck. "I'm presuming this means you're still firmly strapped into that rollercoaster, huh? Front row & all!"

I gave an sheepish smile, not sure how take his comment or how to respond.

"Well no, I'm not on the rollercoaster, anymore" I mused, sticking with his metaphor, "But I'm still at the theme park, I guess!" Daniel looked confused as I gestured at my surroundings & laughed at my own stupid comparison. I coughed & hurriedly explained "That's to say, I'm not here for Nikki, I'm here supporting the band yanno, they're my friends & all."

"Ahh I see!" He nodded slowly, not looking at all convinced. "Well I hope you're having fun, it was lovely to bump into you."

I mumbled a "you too", back at him as he turned to walk away, but I caught him by the arm, feeling like I had more to say.

"Daniel, I'm sorry for that night, the impression I must've given you.. The groupie image now being firmly backed up by my being here, I guess." I muttered sorely. "I'm not really sure why but I feel like I owe you more of an explanation."

"You don't owe me anything, Beth. We met, had a great time, but you're not in a place to carry that on & that's fine, I understand." He paused, clearly unsure whether to say what he was thinking, but he chose to continue, "what I don't understand is why you're here, supporting a man that would speak of you so appalling & treat you as such. The things he said that night, in front of me, a perfect stranger, were unforgiveable. I hate to imagine what else he'd said & done before that to make you dislike him so much."

"I know I- Nikki is just.." I let my sentence trail off.

"Like I said, you don't owe me an explanation. I just hope at some point you'll see that you see you deserve better."

I smiled weakly, struggling to see how he was wrong.

Daniel sensed my discomfort & kindly changed the subject. "How about we go grab a coffee or something before another fight breaks out & I have to go see to another bloody nose, huh?"

*Nikkis POV*

I leaned over one of the large music cases, discarded to the side of the stage, watching Ozzy do his thing. I marvelled at the thought that we had not long before played on the exact stage that Ozzy fucking Osbourne was now strutting around. My eyes wandered to the crowd, observing those that had screamed our names & sang along to our songs just hours before & I felt a dumb, dopey smile spread uncontrollably across my face.

My eyes locked with a beautiful, busty blonde in the front row & I regained my composure, winking at her & replacing my smile with the trademark smirk that I knew worked every time. She blushed scarlet & blew me a kiss as I chuckled to myself, wondering if there was a way to get her backstage.

My eyes carried on their journey, scanning the crowd, looking for more woman I could infatuate with a simple look, riding high on the success of the day, the attention & the recent offer of joining the Prince of Darkness on his next tour.

My gaze landed on an angel on the opposite wing to where I stood, throwing her head back in laughter so intoxicating, I was sure I could hear it over the roaring speakers, all the way across the stage. I got lost in her beauty for a moment, enjoying her smile, as he shy eyes flitted from the ground to the face of the person she was talking to, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder in a subtle, yet flirtatious way. Beth laughed again, this time placing her hand on the chest of that asshole from the bar, the one that challenged me & told me I wasn't good enough for her. I felt my jaw tense at the sight of him resting his hand over hers, the way he rubbed his thumb across it gently as she spoke, all his attention on her face as he listened to what she had to say. Jealousy coursed through me hotly, causing me to jolt upright & turn away from them, as if it actually burned to watch.

"What the fuck is he doing here?!" I seethed to Tommy, turning back to them & pointing. "Did she invite that piece of shit?!"

Tom followed my finger & furrowed his brow, clearly not recognising the man Beth was now leaning towards in a way that made my stomach lurch & my fists ball up until my knuckles turned white.

"Who is it?!"

"It's that fucking pretty boy from the bar. She's invited him just to piss me off, to get back at me. How could she fucking do that, doesn't she know what today means for us?! And here she is, ruining it on purpose like the spoiled brat she is."

Vince shot me a sharp looking, warning me to carry on.

"Oh what, Vince?!" I spat, venomously.

"Honestly, who fucking cares, Sixx?! Let the girl enjoy herself, she's not ruining anything for anyone other than you & honestly, you fucking deserve it." He shot back.

"We invited her here, got her backstage & she thinks she can just bring some prick along with her for free?! Nah, she's not using us to impress some fucker & get her leg up, they're both fucking out of here."

I started marching off, ready to get their asses hurled out, when Micks firm palm on my chest stopped my tracks.

"Mars, get your fucking hand off me."

"Enough, Nikki." He said, quietly but unflinchingly.

"Sixx, just fucking let it go, we've all had enough," Vince jumped in. "The arguing between the two of you, its gotta stop. You fucked me over, got to screw the chick, what more do you want?! She's just a girl, move on like you always do. The constant love-hate thing is getting old, we're bored of it."

Tommy nodded slightly in agreement as Mick removed his hand. I glared harshly at them all, too stubborn to admit they were probably right, but also too petty to let it go.

"Fine, she can get her pretty boy fuck, what the fuck do I care?!" I lied, convincing no-one as I turned back to pretend to catch the last of Ozzys set.

But my eyes bore through the scene on stage & fixed on my girl across the way, her lips pressed against his, her hands in his hair. My mind flashed through all of the times I'd seen her kiss Vince & the jealousy I felt. But this was different, this felt worse. With Vince, it had an expiry date, but this..

I could really lose her to this guy, I thought.

My jaw clenched once again at the idea that someone could make her happy, that someone would get to enjoy every part of her. The simple suggestion that she might want someone so much that she would forget about me.

*Beths POV*

I hurried quickly to use the bathroom, excited to get back to talking to Daniel. As I entered the rank portable toilet, I cringed at the idea of sitting on something that god knows how many people had used that day. I went to grab a fistful of paper from the dispenser, but I cursed as my hand hit the empty cardboard tube left inside.

"C'mon..." I muttered, fumbling around in my purse for some tissues I could use to line the seat, but something else caught my eye, that made me stop dead.

My fingers rested gently on the tampon I always kept in my bag for emergencies & my brain scrambled to do the math.

Dread descending over me like a cloud threatening rain as I figured out the time it'd been since Nikkis little hit & run at my place.

"But we used protection," I whispered aloud to myself. But it didn't make sense, I was late. And I'm never late.

I practically fell out of the porta potty, my mind swimming with confusion & doubt, when strong, leather clad arms caught me.

"You ok there Lizzy? Had a bit too much to drink, have we?"

My eyes lifted to meet Nikkis, his expression amused, but with something else behind his green eyes that I couldn't quite place. He look strained, like he was perhaps forcing his usual shit eating smirk.

"Uh yeah, I'm fine Nikki, thanks." I mumbled, desperate to get away from him before he sensed something was really wrong.

But it was too late. "Beth, are you ok?" He asked again, this time concern evident in his voice.

"Nikki, I said I'm fine." I said, stronger this time, but a slight falter in my voice still gave me away. "I just need to go home, I'm sorry."

"Beth, what's happened?! Did that asshole do something to you? I swear to god, if he's laid a fucking hand on you, I'll kill him-"

"What?!" I puzzled, wondering who he was talking about. "Oh Daniel?" I didn't realise he'd seen us together, but that was another problem for another time. Nikkis jealousy was the least of my concerns right now. I had to be sure. I had to get out of here, go find a pharmacy & pray the test would be negative.

I couldn't be pregnant. Especially not by Nikki Sixx.

"Angel," He propped his fingers under my chin & lifted my face until our eyes met & I saw the silent distress on his face, "tell me what's wrong."

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robocoplesb · 9 months

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

AGE GAP, nikki sixx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“- oh my god, you are such angel”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“— uh?”

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

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

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

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

[★]

“ give me hallmark

one dream, one life, one lover. ”

— lana del rey, venice bitch

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madiisixx · 8 months

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current!nikki where he is married with reader since the end of the dr. feelgood tour and in an interview he is asked abt how they met

Sweet Lover | Nikki Sixx x Reader

$ During a press interview that Nikki has for his upcoming tour with the band, he gets asked a question about his lady and how they met

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a smaller blurb because most of it is just a flashback! let me know if you'd like to see more current! Nikki Fics

Sitting in the Interview room was nothing new to the band. they had become custom to it and eventually got into a routine whenever they had one scheduled.

Nikki would be the talker for most of the time since that was what he was used to doing since the band started.

Tommy would be beside Nikki being his rambunctious self but more reserved as time had gotten to them.

Vince would Laugh at everything that the interviewers would say and ask and would think to himself that it was such a ridiculous question.

And Mick? he would be the alien that everyone knew him to be and sit there in silence until a question was directed his way.

the interview that the band was currently at, was an interview that was supposed to promote their upcoming tour from their new album but a question that was thrown Nikki's way was a topic he oh so loved to talk about.

Sitting on the Red Sofa with his arm propped up onto the armrest, Nikki had been asked a question.

"So, Nikki, you and your wife have been Married a long time. I recall around the Dr. Feelgood press tour? how about we hear the story about how you two had met?"

The question had gotten Nikki to put a huge smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes, "yes we have been married quite a while, but she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. If it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't still be clean today."

The interviewer chuckled and waited for Nikki to continue on, as were the other guys because they secretly loved Nikki to go all gushy and lovestruck whenever he mentions you.

Biting his lip and looking over at you across the other side of the room, where you had resided in every one of his interviews, he sat comfortably and reminisced about your past.

"Well, it was during the height of my addiction in 1987..."

FLASHBACK TO 1987

pain. That's all Nikki felt in his arms.

He knew that he had a problem with Herion, but he just couldn't stop. He tried yes but it was as if his brain was wired to say yes even though his gut told him no.

He looked around and noticed he was in an alleyway next to the Whiskey A Gogo.

remembering he was there to get some drinks and hopefully girls after a small gig before the band goes onto the Girls Girls Girls Tour, he tried to stand up but the pain in his arms was unbearable and he lost all the strength he could muster.

He was about to give up, when he saw a flash of blonde hair in his vision and a soft voice that almost sounded startled.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to call 911?"

He looked up with his bleary eyes at the sweet, angelic, voice and if he wasn't dead from the heroin he would've been dead now.

You were the most beautiful Woman he ever laid his eyes upon.

Your eyes shined so bright in the moonlight, your hair cascaded down your back in waves, your ruby red lips that it seemed he couldn't keep his eyes off of.

Hesitating for an answer to your question, he finally nodded instead of speaking as he didn't trust his voice because he was stunned of your beauty.

You eventually helped him up carefully off of the ground and put his arm around your shoulder trying to balance his weight with yours.

With some struggle, you eventually got to your car opting to take that instead of an ambulance, and drove him to the hospital to get treated.

As you arrived at the hospital, Nikki thought that you would leave and he would never see you again, but that wasn't the case.

You stayed with him for days, making sure he was alright and got every medical treatment that he needed.

You never went home, you stayed by his side to make sure he got some sleep.

You felt immediate attraction to this man, you knew that something good was going to come out of helping Nikki.

Even after he was out of the hospital, you exchanged numbers and made sure that Nikki had checked into rehab to try and get himself clean.

Which he did, just for you.

It may have been just a good deed, but to both of you it was love at first sight.

During Rehab, Nikki had started a relationship with you.

After he got out, he had asked you to move in with him.

A year later, he proposed.

you both got married at the end of the Dr. feelgood Tour, and you have been each other's true loves ever since then.

CURRENT TIME

Smiling at you across the room, Nikki saw that your face had gone red. Nikki chuckled and looked back at the interviewer, "And that folks, was how I met your mother."

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Master List Motley Crue

NIkki Sixx

Currently Writing: Picking Peach One , TWO

Prompts

Nineteen

41 and 29

148 and 153

81 and 117

how I still love you

One Shots

Easter with Peach

A Dream Come True

Freak

Hot and Cold

Tous Les Jours

Off to the Races

Let them Eat Cake

So Caught Up IN You

Accidents Happen

Vintage Valentine

Easy Love

Make It Hurt

Deserve

One Shot

Tea Snob

Lonely For You

One Bed

Lesson Learned

Taking it Slow

Hopelessly Devoted to You

I know its you

Making Out

Trick or Treat

Couple COstume

Peach and the Jealous Streak

Red Shirt Supremacy w/ Peach

Time

Bedtime Prayers

Safe?

Wedding Pearls

Little Red Truck

Peach and the Megaphone

Winner, Winner Hot Dog Dinner w/ Peach

Riding High

Bad Things

Living Dead Girl

Mine Part One

Mine Part Two

Now and Forever

Patience is a Virtue

24 Hours

It’s a Myth

Vince Neil

Music to Watch Boys to

Light at the end of the tunnel

Here Kitty, Kitty

Cheering For Baby

Tommy Lee

Kept Woman

Finding Out

Cheaters Punishment

Revenge

Multi Members

Candy w/ Terror Twins

Band Headcanon

Banking

Sex Positions

Chores

Wedding Gifts

Wedding Season

Going to the Carnival

Mothers Day

Cover Songs

WAP

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duffslut · 2 years

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Glass table

Nikki Sixx x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 550

Requested by anon: Rough nikki smut??

Warnings: Smut. Minors Dni.

- Stop! - you screamed as you ran through the house, your head was spinning and your blood was hot with adrenaline, you stopped for a few seconds before starting up the stairs, laughing and trying to catch your breath.

Nikki stopped right behind you, also laughing and sighing as he tried to catch his breath. He extended his arms to your hips and leaned into you, turning your body towards him, his pupils was exaggeratedly dilated as he looked at you, before finally speaking.

- Look. - Nikki pointed to the table in the middle of the living room, between the couches. Your house was a complete mess, the last guests had just left and there were beer bottles, cigarette butts, and other things you'd rather not even know what them were scattered around the house.

- Yeah babe, it's our table.

You were just as stoned as your boyfriend, so when you faced each other, you had the same idea.

- I'll get some things, wait for me. - Nikki disappeared upstairs and you stumbled to the center of the room.

You mentally cursed yourself for allowing another party at your house, for the third time, at that week. You laughed to yourself after you took the mess off the table and started to undress.

- I just went to get some coke and look what I found!

You couldn't identify what was in Nikki's hands but as soon as he approached you, you saw a ball gag hanging from his wrist.

You climbed up on the glass table, getting down on all fours for Nikki and shaking your ass.

- What are you planning to do?

Nikki came around the table, facing you and taking his clothes off in seconds. You opened your mouth in a smile when you saw him pour the cocaine on his hard cock and approach you.

- You know what to do.

You snorted it in less than a second and then ran your tongue over his dick, making sure you had it all. Nikki laughed, shaking his black hair and taking the ball gag, putting it in your mouth.

- Now be quiet okay? - You nodded, blinking, unable to respond. - You have no choice anyway.

Nikki came back behind you, scratching your back lightly with his nails and forcing your spine down so he could get a better view of your pussy open to him. His hand reached out until he tightened it around your neck.

- I hope this table can handle what I'm going to do to you. - he said.

His cock entered your pussy with a little difficulty, but Nikki just shoved it hard inside your tight cunt, moaning as he entered all the way inside you.

- God you're so tight. - Nikki was squeezing your neck harder and harder as his cock went deeper inside you.

You just babbled sounds as you felt him go in and out of you, deeper and deeper.

His thrusts kept pumping into your pussy and you had already come twice before Nikki finally switched you to spread his cum all over your body.

- I'll let you say where you want me to come now baby girl. - Nikki took the ball gag out of your mouth, you gasped.

You just stuck your tongue out, and seconds later his cum jets squirted all over your face.

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michelle-is-writing · 11 months

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Left Behind ch.2, Nikki Sixx

Word Count: 1.3k~

Read Chapter 1 here!

TW!: mention of prior drug and alcohol use, rehab, slight angst

Five months of being back in Los Angeles had proven to be just the same as when Nikki and I lived in Los Angeles all that time ago. The only difference was the new apartment I lived in and, of course, Nikki. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night we broke up, and it’s been slowly weighing on me as time goes on. Now six months pregnant, I try to find things that once made me happy like before, but it hasn’t been easy.

I don’t know how Nikki’s doing right now; I don’t even know where he is. The guys called me a lot when I first left, but I never answered their calls, and eventually, they slowly stopped. The only time I answered was when Mick tried calling me, and I explained where I had moved to and why; I didn’t tell him that I was pregnant, however. I hardly even turned on the TV anymore, too afraid to see a news report concerning his death from an overdose, only to be revived in an ambulance afterward.

Hearing what happened made me want to go to him and just make sure he was okay, but I felt like I couldn’t. I knew I was probably the last person he wanted to see, and sadly, I didn’t want to see Nikki the way I saw him before I left, strung out and barely holding onto himself as the heroin constantly coursed through his body. I don’t want memories like that coming to mind when my little girl eventually asks about her father. I want to be able to talk about the good moments we had before everything came crashing down, and I ended up where I am now.

Getting home from my shift as a hospital receptionist, I sit down on my couch and rest as my back relaxes from the reduced straining caused by my large bump. I didn’t think I’d be this big until maybe the last couple of months, but that’s not too far away. I just wish the swollen feet would go away. Out of everything, that has to be the worst part of my pregnancy.

Hearing a knock at my front door, I lift my head from the back of the couch and look toward it. In the time I have rented this place, no one ever comes to my door, not even solicitors.

Standing up from my couch, I walk over to the door before looking out the peephole, only to see an all too familiar figure. However, there are a few differences between him now and the last time I saw him. A small noticeable difference is the small strip of hair growing down his chin. On the other hand, the major difference is the healthy look he has, all while being nervous as he stands in front of my door. I’ve never seen Nikki insecure about anything, always finding confidence from somewhere.

Unlatching my door, I open it, Nikki’s eyes instantly catching mine as he comes into my full view. He doesn’t look sick like he used to, with the skin around his eyes no longer holding a purple hue to it and his cheeks appearing a tad fuller. By the looks of it, Nikki might even pass as clean to someone, but for me, I find myself in disbelief at the thought. I can’t assume anything and make myself hopeful like so many times before.

“Hi,” I murmur, completely lost as I stare at the man in front of me. He shyly smiles back, also appearing lost for words. Mick must’ve told him where I was since I haven’t told anyone else.

“Hi, baby,” he responds, his eyes flickering down to my noticeable bump before flashing back to mine, now wet with tears. “I’ve missed you, a lot… You have no idea.”

“Where have you been, Nikki?” I can’t help but ask, taking a step outside my door to fully face him. His arms awkwardly linger by his sides, not quite knowing what to do with them. A long time ago, Nikki would have instantly taken the chance to pull me close, but now, his actions are halted by uncertainty.

“In all honesty, I’ve been in rehab for the past several months,” he confesses, my eyebrows jolting in slight shock at his revelation. “Me and the guys, we all checked ourselves in. And now, we’re finally clean,” Nikki adds, his smile shining with a bit of pride now. At the same time, I also feel myself proud of him despite everything else.

“That’s great, Nikki,” I tell him, watching a tear slip from his eye. My instincts tell me to wipe it away from his cheek, but the hurt that remains holds me back from doing so.

“I-I know what I said when you left was horrible, and I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am,” Nikki tells me, causing the harsh memories to flow back into my mind. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry I did,” he continues, making me tear up as he steps forward to cup my cheek in his hand. “My memories of us were the only thing getting me through withdrawals, and every time I thought about the night you left, I broke down. I never wanted to lose you, and I never wanted you to go through anything alone.”

My eyes squeezed close at his last comment, the reminder of what he used to say to me, making my heart clench in my chest. “Two against the world,” I can hear his voice from long ago say. The words were a reminder that I wasn’t alone in anything I did; I had someone there to catch me if I fell. But I’ve been alone for a while now, and it’s not that easy for me to just open myself up to him all at once like before, unfortunately.

Seeing his eyes linger on my belly, I find the courage to take his hand in mine and rest it against my bump. “Why don’t you come inside, and we can talk some more,” I suggest, his hand ever so gentle as he runs it against my sweater. “I can show you pictures of our baby girl too, if you’d like,” My voice ends up in a whisper as I say the words I’ve wanted to tell Nikki ever since I discovered our baby’s sex.

At my comment, Nikki looks back at my face with even more tears clouding his eyes before pressing his lips to mine in the softest kiss Nikki has ever given me. His hand still remains on my belly, albeit his fingers are now intertwined with mine. I didn’t think I’d get to do this with Nikki again; I didn’t even know if I’d ever get to see him again.

Pulling away from the kiss, Nikki’s smiling face lingers in front of mine as he rubs his thumb against my cheek. His touch still remains gentle, careful with every move he makes. “I’d love to, baby,” he answers me, his voice choked up a bit. “I’d love to more than anything.”

Smiling back, I can’t help but feel more tears begin falling from my eyes. This feels almost unreal to me, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of emotions hit me all at once. Nikki holding me just like he used to is one of the best things I’ve ever experienced, and as he wipes away my incessant tears, I realize just how amazing this moment is. Nikki is clean, he knows about his little girl, and he’s finally back. The Nikki I once loved is back.

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sucker4sixx · 14 days

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Raising hell

Pt.3

PLOT: you and the crüe need to preform a set together and for nikki.. it doesnt go as planned..

WARNINGS: public embarrassment

You spend the rest of your Sunday complaining about having to preform with the crüe, your managers call both bands to a rehearsal studio to practice what you will do, mick, the guitarist for mötley is very vocal about how short notice this is and how it wont end well, some of your band mates agree but mick just glares at them when they speak up, not wanting to deal with their “shit”. Nikki doesnt even steal glances of you or try to avoid you, as if nothing happened and it makes you feel incredibly awkward.

After practicing how you will enter the stage and the set list and running it through you all agree you know what your doing, not wanting to spend a second more with eachother. Your band head back and offer for you to go out but you just wanted to go back to the hotel and sulk in your hungover state.

Later that night, round about 11:27 you get a knock at your door, you get up and open it to a drunk nikki, hes breathing heavily and swaying alittle. “Nikki? What are you doing here?” He rolls his eyes “im good thanks.. here” he passes you your bottle opener you left in his hotel room the night before. “Sorry for making things awkward and uncomfortable but.. you get where i was coming from yeah?”

“Yeah.. lets just.. forget about it okay?” You both nod and fall silent. “Why dont you come in? We dont need to do anything-“ he cuts you off “no.. i better get back to my bed” you give a small smile “okay.. night night Nikki” he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek, “night night sweetheart” he makes his way back to his own hotel room and you close the door, your cheeks going red.

The next day your bands need to be in extra early, the set up on the stage was crazy, two drum kits, two basses, two guitars and two singers.. hectic. Your band would play your songs while the other band would walk around stage, having to act like they would punch you in a second and the same the other way around.

Nikkis in a shit mood, incredibly stressed and taking it out on everyone, you accidentally trip up over his foot during rehearsals and he growls “clumsy bitch!” He spits, you get up and try to square up even though he was almost a whole foot taller. “Hey! Its not my fault you have big clown feet!” He smirks “you know what they say about big feet right?” Your blood runs hot at his smugness “yeah.. must be why your a huge dick!”

Show time comes and you and nikki are 10 arguments in, the bands strut onto stage and the crowd is louder than youve ever heard, crüe start and you stalk around stage, nikki was your assigned target so you walk around him, narrowing your eyes as he leans into you, his faces inches away from yours as he glares at you with genuine hate. Back and fourth and back and fourth till the last song, its your band playing the last one and you decide to really humiliate nikki.

“So.. for this song i decided to give you all a treat and nikki a big surprise. Someone bring me out a chair!” Everyone looks around in confusion but nikki drops his bass and gets a chair just for himself, stalking towards you “sit.” You order him like a dog and he sits just behind you “good boy!” Once again, treating him like a dog. “Start the mother fucking song”

The song starts and its a sexy riff, you sing along and slowly lower yourself onto nikkis lap, his hands snake around to your hips as you sing, hes surprised but knows he needs to keep his cool. You give him a lap dance as you sing, the crowd (mainly the women) going crazy. Nikkis grip tightens painfully into your squishy hips as he feels himself getting hard. A solo starts and you turn off the mic, nikkis mouth moving to your ear. “Im going to fucking kill you” he growls “why? Because you have a boner? I can feel it.. right here” you grind right into his erection and he hides his face in your neck as he lets out a whimper.

When you start to sing again you turn around so your backs facing the audience but your facing nikki, his eyes staring into your soul as you belt out the last lyrics, standing up as the crowd scream, nikki not sure how to get around hiding his boner, he decides to be proud of it and stands up, its painfully obvious but its the last thing on his mind right now as he thinks of ways to sabotage and embarrass you.

When you all get off stage your manager nods and smiles, glad you done what you did for publicity reasons. You head for the bar but nikki grabs your wrist and slams you against the wall “you cunt! You completely embarrassed me!” He shouts “not my fault y-“

“No it is your fault! The whole crowd practically saw my dick!” he shouts in your face “then dont wear tight leather pants!” He lets go of you and steps back “you know, im tired of trying to get on your good books and seeing where it takes me, your so fucking difficult” you step forward “well you should’ve been such a dick this morning-“

“I was stressed! Of course im going to be a dick, i was so fucking stressed out!” He cuts you off once more “your fucking impossible, you know that? Theres not one good thing i can say about you right now” he shakes his head and leaves..

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