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FAMILY TIME, nikki sixx.

warnings: kissing, you and nikki have a daughter named ethel, tommy, vince and mick are uncles, heather and sharise are aunts. just really fluff at all<3

author's note: hey loves! I'm working on the requests, but I had this idea during a sleepless night and i couldn't not take it forward. hope you like it! good read, kisses<3

one shot

you ran your fingers gently over your daughter's ribs, making the baby giggle at the mother's touch, probably feeling ticklish. you smile along with her, enjoying the sound of her laugh that you loved so much.

nikki looked at you fondly, taking in every detail of that moment, wanting to carry it with him forever. you were wearing a sundress he gave you, your curls fell perfectly over your shoulders. he thought you looked like a princess, mesmerized by the satisfaction in your eyes when you heard ethel laugh.

a soft, sudden noise echoes through the house, causing ethel to fall silent as you and nikki stare at the door. it was the bell

"— i open.” — nikki warns as he gets up, leaving his camera on top of the sofa where he was taking pictures of his wife and daughter.

your attention quickly goes back to ethel. you easily slide the diaper down her legs, humming a soft song to distract her.

you hear some muffled voices on the other side of the door. you quickly recognize two of them; heather and sharise. you automatically figured tommy, vince and mick were there too. it would be the first time they'd see you after giving birth, and also the first time they'd see ethel, who already looked excited without even knowing what was going on.

“— you hear that, babygirl? your uncles and aunts are here!” — you inform her, as if she is capable of understanding. in fact, for a moment you believe it is when you see her smile after hearing this.

knowing they were probably going there, you busily try to get ethel dressed quickly. you dress her in a white babydoll that vince and sharise gave her at the baby shower. you lean down to place a soft kiss on her nose when you hear the door slowly open. the six look at you carefully, as if you two were made of glass, waiting for you to say if it was okay to come in.

you wave at nikki to let them in, and so he does. you smile at them, thrilled. those people were your family, they were with you throughout your pregnancy and you definitely missed them.

they all greet you with smiles, not knowing exactly what to say. heather is the first to do something. you notice the tears glistening in her eyes and picks ethel up gently, cradling her in your arms as you gets up and walks over to her. heather was your best friend since you were teenagers. she was the reason you met nikki, she was the first person to know about your pregnancy. it was possible to understand why she keeps crying while you hug her, leaving ethel between you. the others watch the scene with love, sharise resting her head on vince's shoulder while feeling emotional.

after heather stops crying, you slowly back away, causing ethel to reach out her little hands to her aunt. you think she's going to cry again, but she just looks at you blankly.

“— can i?” — she whispers, asking permission to pick up her niece. you smile softly and bring ethel into her arms, trying to see if she would accept, which she did without a second thought, like she was waiting for this moment all morning.

nikki watches worriedly, paying extreme attention to the way heather holds her daughter, afraid that she will do something wrong.

“— she was excited for her favorite uncle's arrival, right, little sixx?” — tommy says looking at the baby, making everyone in the room laugh.

heather leans over to smell the baby, sighing and smiling. “— she is so pretty..."

“— she has nikki's eyes, but definitely the mom's hair” — sharise comments, making you and nikki smile.

you a greet each other happily before tommy, mick and vince join in to give nikki a tight hug, congratulating him and showering his daughter with compliments.

you all spend the afternoon together, talking about how your pregnancy and the labor. afterwards, you, heather and sharise play with ethel in the yard while the boys talk about ideas for new songs. you had dinner and danced in the living room together, enjoying the moment and also reminiscing about old times.

after a while, vince and sharise said goodbye, taking mick along since he was hitchhiking. as they approached ten o'clock at night, only heather and tommy remained.

now, you were in the kitchen, looking for ethel's pacifier (which you just remembered leaving on the table). when you take the pacifier in your hand, you feel a pair of arms hugging you from behind. you chuckle when you feel your husband leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

“— hey dear...” — he whispers to you before kissing your cheek, looking at you in awe.

“— what's wrong, baby?” — you laugh and ask, vividly remembering seeing him talking animatedly with tommy and heather just a few seconds ago.

he leaves another kiss on your neck before moving his lips to the tip of your ear. you felt his arms gently squeeze you.

“— well, since your daughter is the center of attention right now, i don't think they'll notice if i come check out my beautiful wife” — he jokes and laugh softly.

“— and since when you trust tommy to take care of your daughter?” — you ask when you hear tommy, ethel and heather laughing from the living room.

“— oh, it's only a few minutes” — he says as he turns you around to face him, running his fingers around your waist as he slowly approaches, kissing you. you put your hand on his cheek, deepening. it was the first time that day that you were having a moment like that. in fact, since ethel came home, you haven't had much time alone other than late at night, bedtime.

he kisses you tenderly, you both are fully aware of the longing that act carries. after a few seconds, he starts to leave pecks on your lips, not wanting to get away. you reach out to kiss him again, but end up smiling. you both laugh, enjoying the simplicity of that moment.

you hide your face in nikki's neck, smelling his cologne. he runs his fingers through your hair and leaves a kiss on your temple.

“— i love you.” he declares, breaking the silence in the kitchen. you think you've never been so cared for in your life before, hearing him dedicate those words to you so easily, as if he was made for it.

you can't help the smile on your lips again. “— i love you more.” — you say, and he doesn't argue, even though he doesn't agree. he can't believe it's possible for a human being to love someone the way he loves you, but if you do, he just appreciates it.

you enjoy that quiet moment, knowing that nothing else needed to be said. well, you missed your little copy there with you, trying to mutter words and filling your hearts with love.

and, as if she feels it, she's the next one to break that silence. ethel's loud cry spreads through the house, alerting you and nikki.

“— uh- mommy sixx, i think she's not really enjoying uncle's lap anymore...” — you hear tommy say awkwardly, as heather hums something, presumably trying to soothe the baby.

you look at each other and laugh at his comment. you take ethel's pacifier again and go to the living room, knowing that's what she wanted.

nikki sits next to tommy with a smile on her face while he watches you catch ethel in your arms. so, he knows that his family is all that moves him at that moment.

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The Dirt (Your Version)

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

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

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

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, drugs, alcohol

Previous Chapter

Chapter 8- Razzle...

"Do not tell Vince." Nikki ordered breathlessly from where he was laying on his back on the couch.

You tilted your head up from his chest to look at him, "you think I want to tell my big brother about this?"

Nikki opened his mouth to respond before someone suddenly knocked on the door across the room.

Your blood turned to ice fearing that it was Vince, and you knew for a fact that you hadn't locked the door during the heat of everything that had just happened. Fuck.

Nikki must have come to the same conclusion because he practically threw you off him, your body crashing against the soft cushion of the couch before he rushed over to the pile of messy clothes. He began to quickly pull his pants on while throwing you various items of clothing that you hurriedly put on too.

"Hey, Sixx. Tommy's looking for ya!" Doc's voice called out from the other side of the door.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief at the managers voice and buttoned up your jeans while Nikki made his way to the door after slipping his shirt on over his head. He glanced back at you making sure you were now clothed, and by clothed, you had pants and a bra on because your shirt seemed to be MIA right now.

Nikki pulled open the door while adjusting himself in his pants to find Doc leaning against the doorframe with an unamused expression.

"Tommy wants to introduce you to his parents." The manager informed before glancing over Nikki's shoulder towards you. "Seems like you both need to be getting cleaned up."

Doc walked away without asking for an explanation because, well, he didn't need one. It wouldn't have taken much to figure out what you and Nikki had been doing. You just hoped like hell that the manager kept his mouth shut about it because if Vince ever found out... nope, you didn't even want to think about that.

"This never happened, yeah?" Nikki asked, glancing over at you.

You nodded, "obviously."

"Good."

With that, Nikki walked out the dressing room closing the door behind himself leaving you standing by the couch holding your shirt in your hands and debating your entire life choices.

-

The following day the band was on the road in the tour bus heading back to Los Angeles.

Vince was asleep at the back of the bus and Mick, well, he might be asleep as well. It was hard to tell with his dark sunglasses and quietness. Tommy and Nikki were chattering away, Tommy rambling about some kind of idea with his drum set while Nikki sniffed a line of coke from the table between them.

You sat in your usual seat at the back of the bus near Vince reading a book that you had lost interest in about 20 pages ago, but there was nothing else to do on the bus, so you kept reading anyway.

"Hey, Rox, you got a pen? Give me a pen." Tommy suddenly called out.

Oh, yeah, she was also on the bus. But you were trying very hard to pretend she wasn't. Her and Tommy were now engaged too, and you were also trying very hard to ignore that fact.

Tommy could do so much better than her.

"Your mum's a cunt." Roxy suddenly declared.

That had your head snapping up from the book in utter shock at the unexpected comment. Tommy spun around in his seat so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash as he looked at his girlfriend in the seat behind him.

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Because she is. She's a cunt."

"Quit it. Give me the pen, alright?"

"I don't even know why you told them. It's not like she has anything to do with us getting married."

Your novel was long forgotten as you observed the little domestic dispute that was far more entertaining than your book had ever been.

"Baby, it's sweet, alright? It's tradition." Tommy tried to explain.

"Which tradition? The mandatory meeting of the cunt!" Roxy abruptly stood up from her seat and Tommy did as well, the two of them now in each other's faces.

"Don't call her that again, you hear me?" He hissed, glaring at her before he sat back down and turned to face Nikki.

"Here's your pen!"

Roxy pulled a pen out from her pocket and stabbed it into his shoulder.

"Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Tommy shouted, clutching his injured shoulder where the pen was still sticking out the back of it as he stared up at his fiancé in shock.

"Fuck you and fuck your mother!" Roxy yelled.

"No. Fuck you, bitch!" You shouted, standing up from your seat because there was no way you were letting her get away with stabbing Tommy.

Roxy spun around at your voice, her eyes hardening in your direction before you marched down the narrow aisle of the bus until you were in her face.

"Sit the fuck down and don't say another word until we get to the city. Understood?" You ordered sternly.

You wanted nothing more than to punch her in her perfectly stupid face, but she was still Tommys fiancé, so you restrained yourself.

"His mother is a fucking cunt and so are you!" Roxy spat in your face. "I always knew there was something going on between you two. You're just Mötley Crüe's little slut who-"

You didn't wait for her to finish before you grabbed her arm and pushed the woman down the aisle towards the front of the bus.

"Let go of me! You fucking whore!" Roxy screamed yanking her arm free.

You tried to grab her again but then her ringed fist collided with the side of your face. The guys behind you all gasped at the hit, your head snapping to the side from the unexpected punch.

"Whoa!" Nikki exclaimed clearly not expecting it either.

"That's it. This fucking bitch is out of here. Pull over!" Tommy shouted.

"Fuck it." You muttered to yourself before slamming your own fist into her nose.

Roxy cried out in pain stumbling back a few steps from the hit while clutching at her now bloodied and probably broken nose.

"Get the fuck off this bus!" You ordered, pointing at the door just as the driver pulled over on the side of the road. "Don't make me say it again."

Roxy looked up at you from behind her messy hair as blood dripped out from between her fingers around her nose. She didn't speak, she didn't say anything else before she turned and rushed out the now open door.

"We're in the middle of nowhere." The bus driver informed over his shoulder.

"The bitch can hitchhike. I don't give a shit." You muttered, looking down at your bloodied knuckles that hurt more than your stinging cheek.

The driver simply nodded and closed the door of the bus before putting his foot back down on the accelerator continuing along the road. You sucked in a deep breath, adrenaline soaring through your veins from the fight as you turned around to find Nikki, Tommy, Mick and Vince -who was now well and truly awake- all staring at you with wide eyes.

Nobody said anything for a moment as you stared at each other before Nikki broke the silence.

"Is it bad that I was kinda turned on by that?"

You shot him a glare but there was no real heat behind it. Vince stood up from his napping spot at the far end of the bus and walked past whacking the bassist on the back of the head for that comment.

"Are you okay?" Your brother asked, stopping in front of you and eyeing the reddening mark on your cheek.

"Yeah. Bitch can't throw a decent punch." You shrugged off.

"But you can." Mick pointed out with an impressed tone.

You looked back down at your bloodied knuckles and Vince followed your line of sight and frowned when he saw that you had split the skin on your three middle knuckles.

"Make a fist for me." Vince instructed, holding his own hand out and making a fist with his for you to copy.

You mimicked his actions slowly, your hand hurting at the movement, but you were able to do it and that seemed to be a good sign.

"You didn't break anything.” Vince announced before he glanced around the bus in search of something. "Tommy, grab me that bottle."

Tommy didn't move though. He seemed to be frozen to his chair while he stared at your bloodied knuckles with wide panicked eyes.

"Here." Nikki said, grabbing the vodka from the table and tossing it over.

Your brother caught the bottle with ease before unscrewing the lid and pouring the liquid over your split knuckles without any prior warning.

"Son of a bitch!" You hissed, gritting your teeth as the alcohol burned against the exposed flesh. "Warn a girl next time. Jesus Christ."

Vince snorted softly, "thought you were tougher than that."

"Screw you, bro." You winced before looking back at Tommy who seemed to be in some kind of state of shock. "Tommy, I'm sorry for punching your fiancé."

Your words were enough to snap him out of whatever the hell that was because his hazel eyes met yours before he quickly shook his head.

"No. No. Thank you. I mean, fuck, I think I would've punched her if you didn't. Jesus. I can't believe that just happened." Tommy hurriedly said, like he was still trying to process everything. "Are you okay though?"

You raised your eyebrows, "I wasn't the one who got stabbed with a pen."

Tommys eyes widened further having completely forgotten about the pen as he turned around to find that it was still sticking out the back of his shoulder.

Nikki stood up and grabbed the pen yanking it out without warning causing Tommy to wince, "thanks, dude."

"You're not gonna marry that girl, are you?" Mick asked, sounding almost afraid that Tommy would say yes.

"After she just punched Y/N? Hell no!" Tommy answered causing your heart to flutter a little at his words. "That bitch is gone forever."

-

It had started out as a barbecue with the guys to celebrate the kick-off of their third album, but it soon turned into their usual rowdy party.

Vince's mansion by the beach had become the new designated party house. You had lost track of who was even at the party because there were that many people.

You hadn't moved far from the couch in the main living area because Tommy and Nikki were also seated around the coffee table and the three of you chatted, drank and the guys got high. Most of the others at the party left you three alone which was a relief. You weren't in a very sociable mood and the guys seemed to notice too because they didn't leave your side and seemed happy enough to sit with you.

"Alright, alright, never have I ever... slept with a mother and her daughter on the same night." Tommy suddenly said because apparently the three of you were back in high school playing this stupid game.

Nikki snickered from beside you before bringing his bottle of Jack to his lips causing your eyes to widen.

"You're kidding, right?" You asked in shock.

Nikki shook his head, "nope."

"Jesus Christ." You laughed.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Nikki suddenly said, holding his hand up as he looked over at Tommy. “You have done that too.”

Tommy smirked, “no. I slept with a daughter, the mother, and the grandmother on the same night.”

Your jaw dropped. Shit like this shouldn’t even surprise you by now. After all these years living with them, touring with them and being around them constantly, nothing should really surprise you. Yet the Terror Twins always found a way.

"Can I join?" Tom Zutaut asked, walking over and sitting on the couch across the coffee table.

"Sure!" Tommy replied enthusiastically. "You can go after Nikki."

"Never have I ever... gotten a speeding ticket."

You looked over at Nikki having expected some out-of-pocket crazy thing, but surprised at how mundane those words were compared to the shit him and Tommy were saying earlier.

"Wait, how have you never gotten a ticket?" You asked, taking a drink of your rum along with Tommy and Tom.

Nikki shrugged, "charmed my way out of 'em."

You scoffed, bumping your shoulder into his playfully before leaning back against the couch and kicking your boots up on the coffee table. Tommy mimicked you, kicking his own boots up and piling them on top of yours before Nikki did the same and the three of you literally had your boots stacked on top of each other's.

"Never have I ever..." Tom began to say before he trailed off struggling to think of something before his eyes flashed over to you. "Never have I ever slept with a member of Mötley Crüe."

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, and you quickly scanned the room for your brother, but he was nowhere in sight before you glanced over at Nikki and Tommy who were seated either side of you.

Then, the three of you took a sip of your drinks simultaneously and Toms eyes widened.

"Wait, wait, wait, did the three of you..." He trailed off but you knew where his mind had automatically gone.

A threesome.

"No!" You and Nikki both quickly said and Tommys head suddenly shot over at Nikki and his hazel eyes widened into saucers.

"When did you two... how did... what?!" Tommy stuttered in utter shock.

Oh, right. He didn't know about that.

"It happened once. Calm down." Nikki dismissed.

"Calm down? Dude, you grilled me when you found out that I fucked her and now-"

"I am sitting right here." You spoke up, looking between the two of them and they both instantly shut their mouths. "It happened. It's in the past and it stays there. Got it?"

Both guys nodded before you looked over at Tom and raised your eyebrow in a silent question.

"Oh, I'm not going to say anything."

"Good." You nodded before draping your arms around the back of the couch behind Nikki and Tommy, your boots still stacked on the coffee table just as Mick walked over and sat down with a slight grimace.

"You okay there, Mick?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah. My back hurts from carrying this band all tour."

You chuckled softly at his words and drank the last of your rum before announcing that you were going to get a refill and the guys reluctantly lifted their boots off yours allowing you to get up.

"Y/N, can you control your brother?" Sharise's voice suddenly called out.

You looked towards the front of the house to find the two of them by the front door and you smiled at the pregnant woman before glaring at your brother.

"What did you do now?" You asked.

"Nothing! Raz and I are just gonna get some more booze. We'll be right back." Vince dismissed.

"Fine, but we're taking my truck." You said, pulling out your car keys from your pocket.

"Whyyyy?" Vince asked dramatically. "You're rich and you still drive a shitty truck."

"Your fancy ass car has no backseats bro. Where the hell are you gonna put the alcohol?" You asked causing Vince to pause thinking about your question before he nodded.

"Okay. I'm driving."

You eyed him cautiously, "how much have you had to drink?"

You would offer to drive but knew you had drunk a little too much over the past few hours. If the Police pulled you over for a random breath test, you would not pass it and you weren't sure if Vince would either.

"I'm fine." He snatched the keys from your hand before turning to his wife. "Be right back, babe."

"The baby's kicking." Sharise suddenly said, grabbing Vinces's hand and resting it over her pronounced baby bump. "Do you feel it?"

Vince smiled brightly his hand resting against her stomach before he leant forward and kissed her and you had to look away, a little envious of their relationship.

You were never going to have something like that.

"Let's go, Loverboy!" You called over your shoulder.

"Raz, are you coming?" Vince shouted from behind you as you walked out the front door.

"Twice already today, mate." Came Razzle's British accent.

You rolled your eyes at his response and walked straight past Vince's bright red '72 Ford Pantera and paused beside your old Ford truck which you couldn't unlock because your brother had stolen the keys.

After more grumbling about not being able to take his sports car, the three of you were on the road heading to the liquor store. Despite your truck being old and shitty, your brother had a lead foot and screeched into the parking lot in record time.

"If you wear out the brakes. You're paying for it." You warned, jumping out the backseat.

"Paying for new brake pads will cost more than the fucking car itself." Vince muttered.

"Best not ruin 'em, eh mate?" Razzle responded patting Vince's shoulder as the three of you entered the liquor store.

The guys made a beeline for the beer aisle while you ducked around the side of the store and grabbed a couple bottles of Jack Daniels and Vodka knowing Nikki, Tommy and Mick would probably appreciate it.

There was another man in a trench coat a few metres away looking over the liquor bottles but as you walked past on your way to the cash register, he quickly turned his attention to you and whistled.

"Hey there pretty thing."

His voice was slightly slurred as he spoke, clearly drunk, so you kept walking figuring it was best to ignore this random stranger.

"Hey! I'm talking to you."

The drunk man was surprisingly quick on his feet because within a blink of an eye, he was jogging over and stopping in front of you blocking your path. His dark eyes scanned you up and down taking in your tight pants and tank top as he licked his lips.

"I'm not interested." You stated sternly before he had the chance to say anything else.

"Oh, come on. Give me a chance." He begged reaching for your hand, but you took a quick step back.

"Everything okay here?" Razzle's voice suddenly questioned.

"Fuck off. She's mine."

Razzle reached your side and looped his arm around yours protectively as he stared at the stranger cautiously.

"I was here first pal!" The drunk man slurred.

He suddenly stepped forward and tried to grab your hand once again, but Razzle was quick to shove him back with his free hand causing the drunk man to stagger back in surprise.

"Hey! What the fuck is going on?!" Vince's voice boomed.

You glanced to your left to find your brother marching around the corner of the aisle holding a carton of beer over his shoulder while glaring at the stranger who had gotten a little too close to you.

"This asshole was just leaving. Ain’t ya, mate?" Razzle prompted staring at the drunk man.

"Too bad, sweet cheeks. I got something big that would've made ya feel real good." He smirked while groping his own crutch before leaving the store.

Vince marched over in sudden rage, but you quickly held your arm out stopping your brother from chasing after the man.

"I should knock his ass out!" Vince spat glaring in the direction the stranger had gone.

"No need, mate. He's gone. Let's get back to the party, yeah?" Razzle said unhooking his arm from yours and stepping in front of Vince trying to calm the singer down.

"Raz is right. Let's go, Vin." You encouraged nodding towards the cash register across the store.

Vince let out a deep exhale but nodded in agreement before leading the way to pay for the alcohol. You began following after him before Razzle grabbed your arm gently catching your attention.

"Are you okay, love? That guy didn't do anything before I got here, did he?"

You smiled softly, "no. He didn't. Thank you for stepping in."

"If I didn't, I'm sure that brother of yours would've." Razzle replied nodding in Vince's direction. "He's a protective one, ain't he?"

"Sometimes too protective." You admitted.

Vince Neil had his flaws and issues like every person did. But he was always a good brother.

From the day you were dumped at his family's doorstep in a basket as a baby, he had taken you under his wing. He stood up for you and protected you when nobody else did. He got you out of that abusive home and allowed you to join his band, Rock Candy, which then led to Mötley and turned your entire life around.

You owed everything to Vince.

Hell, you even changed your surname to get rid of the last remaining attachment to your father. Vince suggested changing it to Neil, and you never looked back.

A couple hundred dollars' worth of beer later, enough to keep the party going for several more hours, you were back on the road. The alcohol was stacked up on the backseat beside you while Vince drove, and Razzle sat shotgun talking shit with each other.

"What does this mysterious person benefit from my sexual humiliation?" Razzle asked trying to dodge your brother's stupid question.

"I don't know, man, but you're definitely gonna die if you don't fucking pick." Vince responded.

"Y/N, what do ya reckon?" Raz asked glancing over his shoulder.

"Don't drag me into this." You responded raising your hands causing Razzle and Vince to laugh.

"Come on, man. Pick."

"In that case, I think I'd have to go with the Lauper. At least she's got the proper plumbing." Raz finally answered before pausing and shaking his head. "Hey, no, but Georgie boy, he's probably more experienced in the handling of a penis. So..."

Vince looked over at Razzle and laughed causing the Brit to start laughing too while you rolled your eyes from the backseat and began to regret coming for this drive with the two of them.

You leant forward to say some sarcastic comment but then you saw a flash of bright headlights through the front windshield.

"Vince!" You screamed, realising too late that he had drifted across the lane into oncoming traffic.

The last thing you heard was the deafening crash of metal on metal before you were thrown across the backseat and then... nothing. 

-

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Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  

Word count: 2.0k 

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie fluff #eddie is so in love #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie my beloved #st fanfic #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

[teddypickerry]

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

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 !

pairings! nikki sixx x fem best friend reader

word count! 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #need more nikki sixx fics #mötley crüe #motley crue #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars

[starpearlz]

Please can I request a Nikki Sixx x Reader where the two have been together for since before the band and it’s quite a few years on and reader is getting a bit of fomo with all the other guys getting married and starting families but Nikki never even attempting any of that with her xx

Now or never -> Nikki Sixx

TW - sets place during Nikki’s addiction, angst angst angst

A/n - I’m sorry this took so long I completely forgot this was in m y draft

You stared at Heather and Tommy who were at the end of the isle. Heather dressed in a big white dress, and Tommy in front of her in a tux. “I now pronounce you.. husband and—” before he even finished Tommy kissed Heather making everyone laugh. You turned to Nikki who was slumped down right next to you asleep. What a great best man.. you thought hitting his chest to wake up.

He jumped up and started looking at his surroundings realizing where he was. As he started clapping before Tommy and Heather left Tommy wanted a picture of all the guys together. You stood next to the photographer as Tommy motioned for Nikki to come closer.

Then it all hit you.. everyone’s somewhat has their life together. Micks always been great, as well as Vince even though Sharise left him he still had a beautiful daughter. But Nikki, was on another planet. He was gone out of his mind barely able to keep his eyes open and stay standing.

You love Nikki you really do, but do you want to throw your life away because of him? Throw away your future? Your dream of having a fairytale wedding and life, but you can’t do that with Nikki. If Nikki doesn’t straighten this up he’s gonna pass out before you even get to the weeding cake.

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“What’s wrong with you?” Nikki slurred out from the passenger side. You kept your eyes on the road “what do you think?” Nikki sighed “I don’t know.. you’ve been bitchy-er recently..” you scoffed “I’m sorry, I’m just pissed that I couldn’t stay at my best friends weeding because I have to take my wasted boyfriend home.”

Nikki sighed looking out the window, “we could’ve stayed if you really wanted..” Nikki slurred out as you started pulling up to Nikki’s driveway. “Yeah so you could ruin their wedding.” Nikki picked his head up. “They wouldn’t have even met if it wasn’t for me.” You rolled your eyes, “what ever you say Nikki..”

Nikki opened the car door but before he even got out he fell. You groaned walking to help him up. You got him up and he soon almost fell again. You put his arm on your shoulder to hold onto you. You opened his door and threw him on the couch.

You looked at Nikki who was trying to grab an old beer bottle from his coffee table only to find out it’s empty making him groan. You noticed all the needles and beer bottles their were. “Nikki I can’t do this.” He looked back at you “I’m not telling you to drink.”

You rolled your eyes “No shit, I’m saying I can’t be with you.” Nikki rolled his eyes “come on you love me..” he slurred out laying down. “I do love you very much. But I can’t do this.. why wont even talk about marriage. We’ve been together for four years..” You got on the floor to make eye contact with him.

You got on the floor to make eye contact with him. “Fine you wanna get married let’s get married.” You scoffed “If we got married I wouldn’t be a number one priority for you, your first love is heroine.. you need help Nikki.” He scoffed “I don’t need help I’m fucking fine..” he mumbled out still holding the empty bottle.

“Your not fucking fine.. and I’m not coming back until you get the help you need.. please Nikki.” You pled to him as your eyes started watering “if you keep this shit up your gonna die.” He laughed “I’m not gonna die, I’m Nikki fucking Sixx.” He said laughing more.

You got up “just because your a rockstar doesn’t mean you’re invincible.” You started walking to the edge of the couch “I’m not seeing you until you get help.. and please don’t do anything stupid.. I don’t want to see your name on tv for a bad reason..” you walked to the door. Seeing him now sat up, “I love you.” You said before closing the door. You turned to stare at the door.

Are you really leaving him? But you love Nikki, you put your hands on the door knob but flinched after hearing a bang from the inside. No you have to go, you walked to your car hearing all types of loud bangs and curses. You have to leave because you love him.. or at least you told yourself that…

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#[ nikki sixx 🫀] #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx angst #the dirt #the dirt x reader

[issie-https]

Would you write Nikki Sixx x reader fluff like him waking you up on your birthday with like breakfast in bed and could it be 90s Nikki?

Birthday Girl

Nikki Sixx X Reader

A/n: I need to have a tea party with Nikki and Slash😩 Anyway, I feel like I got a tad carried away? Not that it’s long because it’s a short one but idk. I’ve got a handful of requests to do and I’m so excited! And thank you for 32 followers❤️

Word count: 770

Warnings: Nikki being adorable asf

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I woke up to Nikki slightly shaking my shoulder. "Is everything okay?" I yawned. "It should be," he replied, placing a tray on my lap once I'd sat up. "Aww, Nikki. You didn't have to," I cooed. He gave me a kiss and sat down on his side of the bed. "I did, it's your birthday," he replied, stealing a piece of fruit from the bowl. "Where'd you learn to cook?" I asked, putting a forkful of pancakes in my mouth. "Your mum. I called her the other night and she came over and taught me," he replied. "Is that why Katie invited me to hers?" I said. "Yep," he said. "It all makes sense now," I smiled, taking a sip from my tea. "Happy birthday," he cheered, almost nocking the plate of my lap. "NIKKI!".

"Okay, now that you've finished your food. It's present time," he said, placing three gifts and an envelope on the bed. I looked at the presents and the wrapping was messy but I could tell he made an effort. "Aww, Nikki," I said, my emotions and hormones taking over making tears well in my eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned. "You're so fucking sweet," I cried, pulling him in for a hug. "Open this one first. You can wear it tonight," he said, handing me a rectangle-ish present. I tore the wrapping off to reveal a blue Tiffany & Co. box. I looked at him and he just nodded his head, indicating for me to open it. I opened it and inside was a gorgeous diamond necklace. "Oh, Nikki. It's the one we saw in Italy," I sighed. When Mötley went to Italy, I tagged along and while we walking around, we passed by Tiffany and I stopped to look in the window and saw the most breathtaking diamond pendant on a silver chain. "I got it when you went to the toilet," he added, making me laugh. "Thank you, Nik," I said, kissing his lips. "This one next," he said, handing me a big box. I opened it and saw 'Christian Louboutin' on the lid of the box. "Nikki, I can't," I said, feeling guilty he spent all this money on me. "Open the fucking box or I'll do it for you," he said. I opened it and there were my dream pair of Louboutins looking back at me. "Nikki, I-". "You're keeping these shoes. And you're wearing them tonight whether you like it or not," he cut me off. "Okay. Thank you so much," I replied, taking one last look at the shoes and replacing the lid. He next handed me a thin box, smirking as I tore the wrapping paper off. I looked inside and saw a red set of lingerie. I looked at him and saw him grinning from ear to ear, thinking about me wearing it later. "Very cleaver, Mr Sixx," I laughed. He shrugged and pointed to the last gift. It was an envelope this time, making me confused as fuck. I opened it and it was a handmade card with a Polaroid of us on the front of it. I opened it and saw his messy but adorable writing.

Hi, princess.

I'm not the best with words or stuff like this but I'll do my best. Since we first met eight years ago, I've never stopped thinking about you. Since we started dating six years ago, I've never stopped loving you. Not once have I thought about another woman(not even Sofia Vergara). I don't ever want to think of another woman, you're all I need. I need you in my life forever. I love you, gorgeous.

Love, Nikki xx

I looked up at him, tears streaming down my cheeks. Everything he said about me, I could say about him. It's true, Nikki Sixx is the only man I need. He turned to his bedside cabinet and took something out the draw. He got up and kneeled on the floor, opening the box to reveal a jaw-dropping diamond ring. "Y/n Y/l/n, i said everything in the card so now if the last part, will you marry me?" He asked as I clasped my hands to my mouth. "Yes," I managed to say. He got up and engulfed me in a giant hug, kissing all over my face. He grabbed my hand and put the ring on, kissing my knuckles after he did. "Mrs Sixx," he said, starting to cry as well. "Mr Sixx," I replied, hugging him again. I looked at the diamond on my finger. Mrs Y/n Sixx. I like that.

#motley crue imagine #motley crue #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx #mick mars #vince neil #tommy lee

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

How would Dracula mick find a soulmate

Anon! I've been thinking about this for a while and it makes me think of a poly!Crue soulmate AU, something that I've always had mulling about in my head but never really wrote. I might have a short tidbit in my draft's somewhere but nothing substantial. 

Throwing in the vampire element however makes this far more interesting.

Warning poly!Crue below the cut, if your not comfortable with that then I'm so sorry then you can totally request I reanswer your qeustion to your liking :)

Like just spitballing here but Mick has been alive for generations and not once has he been given a soulmate.

He goes years and years thinking that he just isn't a creature meant to be loved and then one day in the 80s he wakes up to the most fantastic set of scents he's ever smelled in LA. It takes him a while to figure out what the smell is and where it came from but when he does he's in shock. This meant that he finally didn't have to be alone anymore. Somebody was going to love him.

And luckily for Mick being a vampire made his job of seeking out his soulmates a far easier job then it would make it for a human. Vampires can track down a human for miles with only a single whiff of their scent, unlike humans who couldn't smell their soulmates scent at all.

Being the hermit vampire he is however he doesn't really know what's considered socially acceptable anymore (he hasn't really been outside of the house in decades, except for when he goes to the music store or …to hunt) so when night falls he sniffs out where his mates are and it leads him to a shitty apartment in LA where he lays eyes on the people that the smell is leading him to and he turns into a bat and spies on them through the window through their (very dirty) balcony.

He's immediately inthraweld by the boy sitting behind the drums boundless energy that he could practically taste, by the base players gorgeously damaged aura and the blonds siren like vocals and deliously confidant energy. These were his mates.

And they where absolutely perfect.

The guitar player however is no good at all, and to top it all off his disgusting scent is mixing with the lovely scents of his mates, and he was lucky he was a bat right now otherwise the audible snarl that came out of him would have given him away.

So Mick desides to to remedy that. He couldn't have his talented mates playing with such a dud of a guitarist afterall. The band is confused as to why their guitarist has suddenly gone missing the next week and why nobody can get in touch with him.

Mick is convenientally there at the Roxy the next night, “desperately in need of a band”, and who has taken a very keen interest in Nikki Sixx’s new band project which everyone at the club finds...odd, as Nikki has a reputation for being a terrible bandmate.

Luckily his mates don't seem to find this strange at all and dig his weird, creepy vibe alot and after hearing him play they hire him on the spot. How wonderfully convenient, he's so glad their old guitarist just "suddenly disappeared", tragic what happened to him though, with the animal attack and all...

Oh well, the band is much better with Mick in the lineup and his bandmates seem to agree.

Now all he has to do is explain to them why he can't do daytime gigs without raising suspicion. He doesn't like to lie to his mates but until he can safely (and consequently) turn them, he can't tell them his deal quite yet. 

#starry rambles #starry answers #sorry this is long #also don't ask me where vamp Mick lives #cause i have no idea there are like no castle's in LA as far as i know #poly!crue #crue!slash

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To the Moon and Back

Summary: You’re pregnant with your first child with Nikki Sixx. Over the course of your pregnancy you and Nikki both keep journals to document the changes to come. These are a few snippets.

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

warnings: none, fluff (it’s a warning...it’s a fluffy Nikki Sixx for goodness sake!

a/n: this is long.....but damn it’s sweet. brb. gotta lil dirt in my eyes. not crying. just dirt.

February 14, 1992

October. October’s gonna be a big month. Oh fuck is October gonna be a big month. It’s our anniversary. The third one. October 15th, 1989 I made the decision to marry the love of my life, Nikki Sixx. Your daddy. Not only are we celebrating our third anniversary, we’re going to be celebrating you, sweet love. Let me fill you in on mama’s last couple of days. 

When I woke up on Sunday, I had this horrible stomach ache. I thought maybe it was something I ate on Saturday, your dad decided to make ribs for dinner and they were great! But I thought maybe they just didn’t agree with me. As the day went on my nausea turned into just plain tiredness. I couldn’t get off the couch if I tried! Nikki made me peppermint tea to try and calm the nausea and made sure to make the couch up as comfy as possible, he’s really great. But nevertheless, nothing helped. On Wednesday, Nikki and the boys were in the studio so Heather came over to hang out for a little bit. I was in terrible shape and Heather finally asked me the question that seemed to have been sitting in the back of my mind since the beginning of the week, “do you think you could be pregnant?” While I sat on the couch contemplating her question, Heather ran to the closest pharmacy to buy an at home pregnancy test. 

Sweet love, I swear that was the longest ten minutes of my life. But sure enough, two little lines, clear as day, popped up. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Your daddy and I had talked about wanting a family and here you are. I called my doctor as soon as I could to set up an appointment for today to confirm your existence. One blood test, and a slightly green Aunt Heather, later I had my proof. You. I cannot wait to tell your daddy about this tonight! I have another appointment in a few weeks! I hope he’ll be able to go! Time to get ready to see your daddy, celebrate Valentine’s Day and tell him all about you, sweet love! Just know, Mommy loves you to the moon and back.

February 14, 1992

Oh shit. It’s happening.

February 15, 1992

Okay. I’m doing a lot better today than I was last night, my head feels better. Your ma told me she had decided that she was going to keep a journal of her pregnancy with you so I decided, eh, why the fuck not. Shit, probably shouldn’t say fuck...damn it...oh well. I decided to keep one too, who knows, maybe you’ll read it one day. Maybe I’ll gift it to you...that might be a stretch cause I’m not really certain what I’m gonna write yet... But little one, your ma and I? We love you so much already. I came home last night, long day out with your Uncle Tommy as we tried to figure some shit out, fuck  shit I’ll probably have to tell T-Bone soon if Heather hasn’t yet, but anyways. Yeah, I came home and your mama, oh she was so pretty. The prettiest. Standing in the living room with the biggest smile on her face, hands behind her back. I swear all she needed was a bow and that is all the gift I could have wanted. But then, she had to go and hand me this little bag with a smirk on her face. A smirk that usually only means trouble and I opened the bag expecting there to be...something else...from your ma. 

But nope. There, wrapped in tissue paper, was a little Mötley Crüe onesie. Where the hell she managed to find that is beyond me, I know that our merch team was working on that a while back for a bit but I never thought about it til now. I had to look from the onesie, to your mom, back to the onesie, back to your ma. The next thing I remember was waking up to the side of your mom’s concerned face, phone in her hand yelling at someone to come over that I had passed out. I took the phone from her then, she was talking to Aunt Heather of course, told Heather I was fine and we just needed to talk, and hung up. It felt like a million years. That’s how long it took me to finally grow the balls to look my wife, your mother, my beautiful YN, in the eyes and ask “did that onesie mean what I think it means?”

You’d have thought I asked her to marry me all over again. Her eyes got all teary, her head nodding as fast as possible. All I could think over and over and over was “I’m gonna be a daddy.” I still can’t believe it. Your ma has an appointment in a couple weeks where we should get to hear your heartbeat! She says the doctor’s estimate your due date is October 6th. I told her it would be funny if you were born on our anniversary, who knows! Babies are usually born late! Or at least I think they are. I don’t know little one, all I know is that your ma and I are so excited and we cannot wait to meet you. Until next time.

-Daddy Sixx

March 9, 1992

Sweet love, your heartbeat? It’s so fast. I’ve never heard anything quite like that. I think even your daddy teared up at the sound! That’s right, we got to hear your heartbeat today. I think the doctor almost passed out when your daddy stood up as they called my name. She almost did the last time when Aunt Heather was with my too. Your daddy has that affect on people though. After hearing your heartbeat we got to see you and oh sweet love, you’re so small! About the size of a cherry according to the doctor! I don’t think it really clicked for me. I’ve known about you for over three weeks now but I think hearing your heartbeat and seeing you on that monitor made it really sink in. This is real. I’m gonna be a mama. Nikki Sixx is gonna be a daddy. You’re real and you’re ours. After my appointment your daddy took me to the store, raving about all the baby clothes we were going to buy and all the things he was going to teach you. He wants to teach you how to play bass, says that Uncle Tommy will teach you how to play piano if you really want. Just hearing your daddy get so excited about the future and the role you will play in it made me start crying in the middle of the store. Happy tears of course. Now, I’m about to start crying again. I cannot wait to go on this journey with your daddy, I just know he’s as excited as I am. I love you to the moon and back, sweet love.

April 10, 1992

Alright little one, your mama and I did a big thing this week....we told Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick about you. In case you were wondering, daddy met Uncle Tommy and Uncle Mick when we started a band called Mötley Crüe. Yep, that’s right. Your old man is a fuckin’ rockstar. Who knows how long that’ll last. You’ve got another uncle, Uncle Vince. I don’t know when you’ll meet him, hell I don’t know if you’ll ever meet him. But I hope you can. He might be a pain in my ass at times, but he’s still my brother.

Anyways, yeah we had Uncle Tommy, Aunt Heather and Uncle Mick over for dinner the other night. You could tell that Aunt Heather knew. God she as bubbly as hell. Barely containing that contagious smile of hers. Tommy and Mick were dense as hell though, neither of them could see through her face. Your ma, man she was glowing. She barely has a belly and wears her clothes not as tight but I know it’s there. God she looks amazing. But she decided to let me tell T-bone and Mick. And when I told them she was expecting...your Uncle Tommy straight up said “expecting what, a delivery?” Uncle Mick looked like he could have driven his fork through the drummer’s hand at that moment. Uncle Tommy always was a little slower on the uptake. “Well. I guess in a way yeah, due October 6th,” I said hoping the word “due” would spark something in your Uncle Tommy’s head. “Oh cool, must be something really cool if it’s on backorder for that far out,” was Tommy’s response causing me, Uncle Mick, Aunt Heather and your ma to roll your eyes. Finally I said “yeah you idiot, it’s gonna be your niece or nephew.” Tommy, the fucking idiot (sorry kid you might as well learn that about him now) said, “wait how did you know Athena is pregnant...wait Thena is pregnant!?” He thought we were talking about his sister... Heather finally slapped him on the arm and said “No,Thomas! Athena is not pregnant. YN and Nikki are having a baby!”

I’ve never been tackled like that before. And I played football in high school. All six foot two of your Uncle Tommy’s twiggy ass frame bowled me over as he wrapped me in a SOUL CRUSHING hug. I haven’t seen him look that excited since his wedding day. Needless to say, I think Uncle Tommy is just as excited to meet you as we are. See you soon, little one.

-Daddy 

July 4, 1992

Well it’s the fourth of July. We are well past the halfway point and only a few months away from meeting you, sweet love! Once I hit the halfway mark the nausea and morning sickness calmed down. But now the cravings have started. Your daddy is an angel. An angel sent from heaven, though some in the music  industry have actually argued that he’s a demon sent from hell but that’s a story for another time. He has left the house at 3am to get me pickles and ice cream from the 24 hour grocery store. He’s done this 5 times in the last month. Whenever he comes back he just fixes me a bowl, brings it back to the bedroom and lays down next to me, placing his hand on my belly to see if he can feel you kick after the craving is satisfied.

 You do that now! It’s so amazing, my bladder doesn’t thank you for it but it really is the most incredible sensation. The first time I felt it I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. That was our baby! Those little butterflies that I always feel in my stomach when I’m around your dad are real and they’re you, our sweet love. I think it’s daddy’s favorite thing. Well, that and the bump. You’d have thought I was Aphrodite herself the way your father stared at me the moment he started to notice the physical changes, my body growing to accomodate your ever growing self.

 Uncle Tommy and Aunt Heather have gone overboard. They both like to purchase gifts and clothes for you whenever they can. Uncle Mick will occasionally see something in a store and give it to your daddy to add to the nursery. That’s another thing, your daddy LOVES decorating your nursery. I think he’s tried to paint it twenty different colors, I finally got him to decide on a nice light gray. We opted out of finding out the sex at my last appointment, we want to keep it a surprise. Let’s see if your daddy can handle the suspense. 

Tonight your daddy fell asleep after getting my pickles and ice cream so I guess it’s time for me to do the same. Good night sweet love and remember, Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and back.

August 29, 1992

Four and a half weeks. We are four and a half weeks out from your due date...and little one we have no clue what your name is. And I thought finding out what your Uncles and I would name our bad was hard...naming a human is difficult as hell. Since we made the decision to not find out the sex we split up, mama gets to pick the girl names, I pick the boy names, and then we narrow it down to our favorites. Your ma likes all sorts of different names for you. She likes Olivia, that one I don’t hate as much, but she also mentioned Eleanor and Charlotte. I looked at her and said “when have you ever met a baby Eleanor or Charlotte? The answer is never, they’re all old ladies with hard candies in their purse leaving lipstick on your face while they pinch your cheek.” Needless to say that didn’t make your mama too happy. Meanwhile I suggested names like Maverick and Zane. Mama’s apparently over her Top Gun phase because she shut both of those down. So, back to the drawing board I guess. Maybe I could get Uncle Tommy’s help.

 Your Aunt Heather held a baby shower for you last week and man are you spoiled. The most spoiled baby to be on the Sunset Strip. I don’t know how you’re gonna wear all the clothes you have, but your ma says you’ll get the chance provided you don’t grow to fast. I don’t know much about babies, to be honest. Your ma got me this book to read to prep me and I’m not really one to read but...who knows...maybe I’ll feel the urge to actually read the closer we get. And shit are we getting close. I still think you’re going to be a neat anniversary present. I just feel it in my bones. October 15th’s just a great date. It would be crazy if you DIDN’T come that day. 

Well whether you come on your due date or on our anniversary, I just want you and mama to be happy and healthy. You’re both the most precious things in my life and man I cannot wait to see how this crazy life of mine goes. Mama told me she’s been signing off her entries a certain way so...guess I could do that too. Daddy loves you to the moon and back.

-Daddy

October 2, 1992, 3am

Something isn’t right. I keep getting this tightening in my back that lasts for a few minutes, then it goes away. I’ve read about Braxton-Hicks contractions, false labor, and this is the perfect time for those. I’ll give it a few more hours. See how it is. Maybe then I’ll wake up Nikki.

October 2, 1992, 7am

Alright, little one. Daddy knows he’s talked to you a million times and told you he’s ready to meet you but I’m gonna need you to just hold on a litttttle bit longer. We’re a week out from the due date now, so that wouldn’t be bad at all but man I’m freaking out. Mama’s freaking out. Just give us a minute little one. I gotta get your mama to the hospital.

October 4, 1992, 5pm

So daddy and mommy were wrong, my sweet Olivia Nicole Sixx. You didn’t come on your due date, you didn’t come on our anniversary. Instead, you decided to make your grand appearance kicking and screaming at 12:01am on October 3rd, 1992. Just in time for your Uncle Tommy’s birthday. Oh was he thrilled, he couldn’t believe the phone call he got from your daddy. I could hear his whoops all the way in the hospital bed where I was trying to feed you. 

You, my sweet love. You have changed our lives. You look just like your daddy. Because of course you do. I do all the work of carrying you for 9 months and pushing you out of a very small hole in my body thank you very much, for you to come out with a head full of dark hair and light eyes. They’re blue right now but I have no reason to believe that they won’t be that same familiar green that I know and love. Your daddy cried. He also almost passed out again when the doctor asked him if he wanted to help catch you. He was so excited for that possibility.. but luckily, the nurse saw him turn quite an interesting shade of green and managed to move him back up to my head to aid in the pushing process. Didn’t need me and your daddy to wind up as patients.

I know I have told you a million times throughout these last 9 months that you are so loved. But my girl, my sweet love, your father and I love you a million lifetimes over. If you asked us to catch the moon for you we’d do it a thousand times over just to make you happy. I am so lucky to be your mama, and I know your daddy feels the same way.

Well it’s time to feed you again. I wonder if your daddy has had time to write his entry yet...I love you to the moon and back, Liv. Always.

October 4, 1992, 10pm

I don’t have the words. I’ve been writing lyrics for years and I just don’t have enough words to tell you how much I love you. You, Olivia Nicole Sixx, came into our lives with a scream and a clap of thunder on October 3, 1992 at 12:01am. I think I almost screamed too when I tried to catch you but...that’s a different story...one I’m sure your mama has already added to her entry.

Your Uncle Tommy, oh he has never been more excited to share his birthday with anyone else. I called him from the hospital around 8am yesterday and he thought I was telling him happy birthday, well that was part of it but when he answered I could barely hide my excitement. I nearly yelled “Hey Uncle Tommy when are you going to meet your birthday twin?” I think if he had been here he would’ve tackled me like he did all those months ago. He and Aunt Heather will meet you in a few days when we get out.

But my sweet girl. My daughter. My shining star and the light of my life. Your mama and I are so lucky to know you. Hell, I’m lucky to have both of you. I have never seen your mother look stronger than when she pushed you out. That could not have been me, I’d have died. I swear I think she pulled out a couple chunks of my hair and added a few more scars to my arm. But that’s not what this is about right now. 

You’ve only been in our lives for almost two days, and damn it might sound cheesy but I swear you’re the sunshine of our lives. But your birth has kinda thrown me into a bit of a thought spiral. Am I gonna be a good dad? Who knows. I didn’t exactly have the best reference for what that looked like growing up. But Livvie, I swear to you I will do all I can to make sure you know that you are loved and that you will never want for anything. We are so lucky to have you in our lives and we cannot wait to watch you grow. Our love for you, Olivia, could stretch to the moon and back infinite times. 

Love always,

Daddy.

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Can you adopt me?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x child!reader

Summary: Misty has been in Nikki’s life since her mother has died and she finally gets the courage to ask Nikki if he can adopted her.

Theme/warnings: sad asf, bandmates as uncle, the girlfriends/wives as Aunts (except brandi of course)

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It has been four years since Misty has lived with her father figure, Nikki. She has wanted to ask him if he wants to adopted her but she hasn’t had the courage to do so. 

It was a normal day at the studio, in Canada, and the band was recording songs for their album Dr. Feelgood. Misty was sitting with Heather as she started to chatting with the 5 year old, “Sweetie, If you want him to adopt you, just go and ask him.”

“Really?” She asked. Heather nodded her head. “I feel like he’ll say no.” Misty puts her head down on the table. Brandi rubs her back, “I am sure Nikki will not say no, Sweetie. You’ve been in his life since you were 3.” Misty looked down and turned to the actress, “Are you sure, Aunt Heather?” 

“Of course, dear. Do you want me and Brandi to go with you?” Heather asked as Misty nodded her head. The three walked hand in hand to the studio where the boys were practicing. The door opened and they all looked at the three, “Nikki, Misty has something to ask you.” Brandi told her husband.

Nikki sat his bass down, sitting down on the couch. Misty walked up to him, “Can you adopted me?” He looks at her in shock and then sighs. He places his head in his palms as he took the little girls head into his hands, “Misty...” She smiles as bit. “I’m sorry but I can not adopt you.” 

Her smiles disappears and her eyes teared up a bit. “Wha-why?” She questioned. “Look, I have too much on my mind, I just got out of rehab, we’re making an album and I just can not deal with this right now.” Misty wanted to leave, “So you don’t love me anymore?” The girl frantically wondered. 

That word alarmed him, “No, Misty, wh-where did you hear that?” Misty points at him, “You did.” Nikki suddenly then panics, “No, no, Misty, I do love you. I never said that I did-” The girl cut him off, “Then why don’t you wanna adopted me?” Clearly stressed, Nikki stands up and paces while he runs his hands through his hair. 

He hears her cries and sees her about to leave, “Misty, wait!” She ignores him and leaves the room. Both Brandi and Heather left the room to go check on Misty. He felt an angry emotion come out. But he ignored it as he then sits back down on the couch and picks up his bass like nothing happened.

“Why did you say no?” Vince wondered. “Yeah man. Misty has been like in your life since she was 3 and you say no to her adoption proposal.” T-bone wondered. “When Misty was hurt who did she come to?” Vince asked. Nikki stayed silent. Vince pointed at him, “You did.”

“Who got sick when we were about to go on stage for a concert? Misty. Who canceled the show when she did? You did.” Tommy added. “Who takes her everywhere we go so you can keep on eye on her? You.” Nikki tries his best to ignore the two until Mick speaks up.

 “Listen kid, that was a little fucked up back there. Tommy’s right, Misty loves you and you loves Misty. You would do anything for the little girl. Hell, I might even adopt her.” Mick comment. “Same.” T-bone joked as well. Vince nodded his head, agreeing with the two. Nikki rolled his eyes, “I just have too-” “Too much on your mind yea we know.” T-bone cuts him off. 

“You got out of Rehab, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Vince added. “Just please really think about her proposal.” T-bone told the bass player. After they finished the recording session, everyone, but Nikki, left the recording studio. He sat there thinking about everything what the boys have said. 

“Should I adopted her?”

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[southerntigress]

Glitter chapter 2

The next morning I wake up to my phone ringing I roll over and grab it "Hello"

"Girl what are you doing still in bed? get up and get dressed I'm on my way over. Tiffany called and said Nikki is waiting on us at the studio" Joanna said excitedly

I rolled my eyes " No thanks I had enough of him last night I'm not in the mood to deal with him again"

I heard her gasp " be there in a couple hours  be up and ready we are gonna talk" she hangs up before I even had a chance to reply

I get up and throw on some clothes head downstairs to get coffee seeing as I'm gonna be forced against my will to go see him again. Ugh!! I heard a knock at the door and I go to answer it  grabbing my phone to reply to a text as I open the door" that was quick you must've flew here to get the tea from last night" I laughed and looked up expecting Joanna but instead was once  again faced with Nikki

I rolled my eyes and sighed " what do you want Sixx? If you came here to fight you can save it I'm not in the mood" I move aside so he could come in

"That's a bummer cause it was hot seeing you all worked up and yelling" he smirked

I just rolled my eyes and sat down on my couch " there's coffee in the kitchen if you want some"

"Oh I want some alright just not coffee" he said with that sexy ass smirk still on his face

" keep wishing" I said

" I see you decided to put clothes on this time" he said as he gets up going to the kitchen

" yeah Joanna is on her way over we were going to talk and then was gonna head over to meet you at the studio but I see you decidedto come here instead" I said deciding to just keep it friendly I was in no mood to fight i was still exhausted from yesterday

"Gonna tell her how hot and sexy i am and how you almost let me ruin your insides against the wall last night" he smirked as he sat down beside me and took a sip of his coffee

" Nikki I swear to God if you don't shut the fuck up and stop being a smug, arrogant dick to me for no reason might I add I will throat punch you this time. " I threatened

"Don't threaten me with a good time" he said

" seriously what do you want? Why did you come over this time when I was gonna meet u" I said

"To finish what we started last night" he smirked

I roll my eyes " good bye sixx don't let the door hit you on the way out" I said getting up to walk off

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up against him and crashed his lips against mine. I fought it at first but then just gave in cause lord knows I wanted this man like this for many years and there was so much sexual tension between us you could cut it with a knife.

He pushed me down on my couch and got on top of me we was in a heated make out session. He ran his hand down my body and up thighs when he got to the edge of my skirt he slide his hand further up til he reached my panties he pulled them aside and slipped a finger inside I moaned and my hips involuntarily bucked against his hand he groaned as my hand found it's way to his bulge and rubbed against it. I pulled away from the kiss and he looked at me eyes full of lust.

"What's wrong" he asked

"Nothing we just can't do this here let's go to my room" I smiled and he nodded getting up an pulling me up with him as he guided me to my room.

As soon as we got inside he picked me up and threw me on my bed peeling his clothes off as fast as he could and then he stripped me and climbed on top of me

"Ready?" He asked I nodded and that's all he needed he entered me rough and fast and I loved it I threw my head back and just enjoyed the ride.

Afterwards we were laying there trying to recover and get our breath back to normal he was still laying on me with his head on my lower stomach.

"Nikki can you go get me some ice" I asked him

He raised his head up to look at me confused "why"

"Because I think you broke my vagina it's throbbing and I can't moved at the moment" I giggled

He smiled up at me " you know I've fucked a lot of girls in my lifetime but this is the first time I've been asked to get them ice for their pussy afterwards" he laughed getting up

" what can I say I'm one of a kind sixx" I laughed

He chuckled " that you are" he said and went to open the door and when he did Joanna came busting thru

" I can't believe you're still in-" she stopped and got quiet when she noticed Nikki standing there butt ass naked

"Uh..um Nikki? What?.. did you guys just? U know what? Nevermind I'll leave you at it call me when you're done" she said and looked around Nikki at me still laying there naked and paralyzed by a broken pussy.

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~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 1 - The Whiskey A Go-Go

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Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)

Warnings: 18+, language, sexual themes 

Word Count: 1.7K

“You're coming to the Whiskey tonight right?”

Kayla’s voice rang in my ears as we walked to our next class together. “I don’t know, there’s going to be a lot of people and its just like not my scene really ya know?” I didn’t have to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes at me. “Maybe that’s why you should go! Get a different view that you don't usually get, come on its going to be so much fun.”

I loved Kayla, she was my best friend since Freshman year, and ever since then, we've been practically bonded at the hips. We even chose the same college and courses together, I’m sure people would think we were together by just how much time we spend together, but she was a true ride or die, and I just didn’t have that many friends other than her. But being her best friend, I knew when she had ulterior motives, like she did right now.

“Or maybe, and get this, you want me to go so badly with you so you’re not alone and you can try and pick up on a wannabe rockstar and he can rail you in a tiny club bathroom for the thrill of it, while I talk to his friend to keep company?” She stopped dead and turned to me, her mouth falling open aghast and offended, but I stood firm, arms crossed. “That is NOT it!” I raised my eyebrow at her, and a few moments passed as our stare down continued till she threw her hands to her side and sighed heavily, “FINE, thats why! Is that so bad! Can you please come with me Lay! I just want to have some fun tonight pleaseeeee!” She was practically begging on her hands and knees so I rolled my eyes and swatted at her hands she had held out to me in the form of a prayer.

“Okay I’ll go! I’ll go and play along with your plan. But I’m not going looking like this, I need to change up into something that fits that scene more.” We reached our class and sat down, pulling out our books as we exchanged our last words before the class started. “We’ll go to a thrift store after class and pick some things up, don’t worry. Oh my god, I’m so excited!” She giggled loudly and I shushed her with a chuckle as we started class. This was going to be interesting.

Thankfully this was our last class of the day, and as soon as the teacher had given his assignment for the week, Kayla was dragging me out of there and speeding to the nearest thrift store. We still had hours before the Whiskey’s doors even opened, but knowing her, she wanted enough time to get ready.

“Hmm, I don’t know, what do you think of this?” I held up a leather black bra, that exposed my midriff. I already head a pair of leather pants I had found and I had some black heels at home, so I figured this would round out the outfit nice. “Lay, it’s going to look a-mazing on you! You should dress like this more often and less like a priss.” I set my bra down in my basket smiling until the word registered. “Thank-HEY!” She started laughing and gestured to me up and down. “Oh come on Lay, you know I don’t mean to offend you, it’s just, you dress so proper with your skirt past the knees, puffy button up, and hair berets, you need some leather in your life.” I looked down at myself and smiled. “I think I look smart.” She chuckled. “Looking smart isn’t going to get you laid.” I smirked, maybe she had a point. I shook my head as we walked to the register, the sooner we were out of here, the sooner I could get dressed and get this night over with.

We had agreed to get ready at her place, as I still lived with my parents and didn’t want them knowing where I was going and especially not seeing how I was going to be dressed. It’s not that my parents had control over me, I was a twenty one year old woman, but I’d rather just escape the questions I knew were going to follow and the judgmental remarks.

I styled my hair as closely as I could to Farrah Fawcett in her iconic swimsuit poster. My hair was a much darker brown, and thick so it always weighed down, so it didn’t come out exact, but it was still voluminous and it was good enough for me. I paired it with some simple black eyeliner and red eyeshadow and a lip to pop for color. I slipped into my heels and I was ready to go and play this altar ego I had designed. Kayla had her hair slicked down straight and her tiny little black dress on with her white boots. “Let me guess, easy access?” I asked pulling at the end of her dress. She smiled wickedly, “You know it.”

The line into the Whiskey was ridiculous, and seeing as it was February, it was freezing already. I knew bringing a jacket would be pointless once we got inside, but damn, I wasn’t ready to freeze my nipples off standing out here. Kayla could see my concerned look as we got nearer and I eyed the back of the line. “Don’t think we are waiting back there, I’m going to get us in now.” I scoffed. “Okay I’d love to see you do that.” I didn’t believer her for a moment, but when the bouncer saw her and motioned us in, I was aghast. “Okay, what the fuck?” She smiled to me, “My dad manages the books for the Whiskey, so that comes with perks.” I shook my head, “And I’m finding out about this now?” She shushed me on as I didn't realize we had stopped in the entrance way. “You’re a priss, remember?”

Now, I may look the part of the vibe of this place, but I definitely did not feel the part, and Kayla knew it. “Let’s get a drink and sit by the bar for now, I think we got here right before the next band is supposed to come on. I hear they are really good and have a hot drummer.” There she goes, thinking about which man she is about to prey on, god protect them.

We sat and sipped our beers while we waited, and then they came on. Motley Crue they were called Kayla told me. The music they played is like something I had never heard before. It was loud, rough, raunchy, and invigorating. I found myself even enjoying it. We made our way onto the floor and danced together to their songs and I’ll admit it, I was having fun, something I wouldn't like to admit, but I couldn’t hide the feeling.

As soon as they were done playing, Kayla had already made her moves to the drummer and had dragged him away, leaving me defenseless. I wasn’t scared, I was awkward, so I made my way back to the bar for another beer and hoped to god the drummers game wasn’t long so we could leave soon.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” I turned to see a tall figure with black, poofy hair that damn near took over his face, black clad leather pants and heels that were taller than mine by a long mile. “Well aren’t you aware?” He laughed and asked the bartender for a beer before turning back to me. “Did you enjoy the show then?” I had now just realized this was the bassist I was talking to and took a sip of my own. “You know, I did. I am not used to this sort of music but I actually really liked it. Whats your name?” I was going to be brave tonight, I wasn’t sure if it was the beer or me, but I didn't care at this point. “It’s Nikki Sixx, yours?” I almost choked on my beer, chuckling. “I’m sorry, that’s a good one.” He smirked and leaned down a little closer to me. “That’s my real name sugar.” I smiled as I composed myself and looked into his eyes, green, huh. “If you say so, Nikki Sixx. I’m Layla Krane.” I smugged back at him, leaning on my hand at his level.

“Well, Layla, get used to my name, you’ll be screaming it later.”

My smug look turned to surprised blush and I couldn't get my words out right, “Excuse me you’ll be screaming my name, I mean, wait, I’ll be, wait-“ His laugh echoed the place as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “You're fun to fuck with, you’re hot when you’re flustered. Anyways I gotta go, I have mayhem to construct, see you later sugar?” Before I could even process a response, as mysteriously as he appeared, he vanished.

I took my last swig at my beer and was pleasantly surprised to find Kayla marching to me, a smile plastered so wide on her face I knew she had succeeded. “You good there, horn dog?” She chuckled and nodded. “His dick was huuuuge! And he invited us over tonight for a party, they live right up the street!” I grabbed my purse and sighed. “Kayla, haven’t you had your fill tonight, can’t we go home now?” She crossed her arms at me this time and stood her place. “I saw the way you blushed at that bassist, and he’s going to be there, just admit you had fun and maybe you’re interesting to see what else you can get into? Or should I say, who get into you?”

The mental image of Nikki Sixx pounding me into a hot, moaning mess did something to me I’ve never felt, but I couldn't admit that to her. But I knew she wasn’t going to relent, so I sighed and pulled her arm to walk with me out of there to go onto our next mission.

This night was about to be longer than I could of ever imagined.

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[of-stars-and-pens]

Okay. I was reblogging a post by Neil Gaiman and started a thought spiral in the tags. It’s 11 pm and I’m a mental mess, so feel free to do the internet equivalent of “that’s nice dear” with a pat on the head before walking away.

I find it so fascinating how people can look at complete strangers and find happiness in them. For example, Neil Gaiman inspires me. I have a concept for a novel (not the current one) that I think would thrive with a Neil Gaiman-esque voice. But Neil Gaiman isn’t writing the book, I am.

I often credit Nikki Sixx and Carrie Fisher for helping me with recovery and my sobriety. I’ve never met them. They don’t know I exist. It’s a very one way parasocial interaction. They aren’t responsible for my sobriety. I am. They aren’t there stopping me from popping open the bottle of gin in the other room.

I think about phrases like “Carrie Fisher would want you to take your meds” and “Study for Sam” (I’m so old omg) and similar sayings. I find it really fascinating how much we “rely” on strangers for that. This isn’t a judgement! I’ve used both of those examples multiple times and others (I’m blanking on them)! It’s not always celebrities, too!

And that’s why I’m so fascinated. I’ve done similar with deceased family members I knew. “Granny ran a town in a time she couldn’t legally own a business, so I can do x.”

I dunno. It’s been a rough night. I know what I want to say, I’m just doing a terrible job of putting it into words.

Also, I always say I would love to have fans, and I would do x to interact and y for them and I don’t know how viable that is. I don’t know.

Good night, I think?

#cw alcoholism #cw alcohol #empty thoughts #this is so incredibly incoherent #but whatever #word vomit

[bisexualnikkisixx]

i fall for the dumb ones

#why do you think i love sixx so much? #he was fucking dumb in the 80s #personal