the-sixxth-sinner

[the-sixxth-sinner]

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Fandom(s): Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx

Word count: 5k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: sex work; humiliation kink; pet/puppy play; non-con; public sex

Summary: Nikki Sixx only has one thing in mind: money; and he’s willing to do anything to obtain it. That’s why he decided to become a gigolo in the Hollywood scene of the late 70s, where he will experience the most various and bizarre encounters. In this episode, Nikki is going through tough times, and he has no choice but to accept a job offer from Miss Kitty Purr, a lady with... strange hobbies.

A/N: Did I ever mention that i dont proofread a single thing i write or that i definitely didnt do enough research on this one?

EDIT: I changed the name of the character bc I felt bad about it. Although it might be too late now but whatever. there are two versions of this going around now

Nikki couldn’t remember why he accepted this job. Oh yeah, because I’m broke, he reminded himself. Apparently, there was another gigolo in town, some guy named Alex Rouge or something like that, who’s been stealing all Nikki's potential customers. Things began being tough around a month earlier, when Nikki’s phone rang less and less from clients, and more from the landlord and the utilities company, urging him to pay his bills. And he thought that by choosing this career he would’ve lived the good life. To hell with that.

He felt a tug of the leash from Kitty Purr, tonight’s patron, which interrupted his thoughts. He sighed, picking up the pace on all fours. This wasn’t the first time Nikki was on a lead for a job, but he knew that this would’ve been much worse: at least the last encounter was in a dungeon, a private place where no one could see. Tonight, however, he found himself in a nightclub, where everyone stared at him in awe – or was it disgust? – like a freak of the circus. His knees hurt like hell because of the hard, dirty pavement he was crawling on, his bare body shivered at the contact with random hands that would pet his hair, his back, his ass, but the thing that ached the most was his pride when others would call him “a cute puppy” and laughed at him.

Kitty stopped in front of a table with four people sitting around it, who greeted her with friendly hugs and smiles. She took a seat on the couch and Nikki crouched beside her on the floor.

“Hey, Kitty, I see you have company!” Said a black woman with a deep voice, pointing at Nikki.

“Oh, you mean Rover? Yeah, he’s my special guest for tonight.” Kitty casually told her. “Come here, boy!” The woman invited him to sit on her lap by patting her thighs.

With a bit of initial hesitation, Nikki obeyed, climbing up and settling down on her legs.

Kitty leaned closer to the gigolo. “These are my friends. Behave, okay?” She whispered in his ear.

“Oh, he’s so cute!” Exclaimed another one of her friends, a girl in heavy makeup, grabbing his cheek.

Nikki tried to dodge her without success, resulting in him making a grimace at the contact with her hand. Another guy reached for his face, and Nikki attempted to bite his fingers, shooting him an angry look. The man recoiled, and Nikki could’ve sworn he heard him say “Fuckin’ asshole!” even with the blaring music in the background.

“No, Rover, bad dog!” Kitty jerked the leash. “Sorry about that, he doesn’t like being touched.” She explained, caressing his head. “I. Told you. To. Behave.” She repeated in his ear, grabbing his hair, through gritted teeth.

Nikki swallowed and nodded. He never feared the consequences of his actions, but when the punisher took the form of a stern-looking drag queen, he thought it would be better to do what she wanted. It’s hard when your friends are all dickheads, though... He wanted to say.

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“Tonight we’re going to a party. I don’t like parties, but all my friends are there, so I want to bring them something to show off. That’s when you come into play.” Kitty explained to Nikki, while putting the collar and leash on him. “Tonight you’re my pet. Your name is ‘Rover’. Don’t forget that.”

Nikki nodded. “Got it.”

“Dogs don’t talk, Rover.”

“Oh, right. Sorry –”

“What did I just say?”

“I mean... Woof woof?”

Kitty lowered her eyelids, inclining her head to the side. “Almost there… You need to get more in character!”

Nikki let out a raspy, more convincing bark.

The drag queen exhaled from her nostrils with an amused expression. “Now we’re talking!”

---

“Does he know any tricks?” The black girl asked, pulling Nikki away from his thoughts.

“Oh, he does. I trained him well, you know.” Kitty responded. With a gentle pat on the back, the drag queen signaled Nikki that it was the time to get off her legs. He dropped from his seat and walked to the side of the table, taking a position where everyone could see him.

“Rover, sit.” She ordered, in a calm, yet demanding voice.

Nikki didn’t move a muscle.

Kitty tugged the leash. “I said, sit.” She reiterated, through gritted teeth.

The boy was staring at her, standing on the same spot.

Kitty looked at her audience and gave them an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s getting to him.”

The drag queen leaned closer to the boy, grabbed his balls and twisted them, with a painful yelp from Nikki, who felt his legs weak, making him fall on his knees.

“Gooood boy!” Kitty kneeled and patted his head, scratching him behind the ear.

“You... bitch...” Nikki hissed as the woman got up.

“And you’re a bastard. We’re even.” Kitty sneered, grabbing his chin and touching Nikki’s lips with hers.

Nikki felt his blood seethe through his veins, resisting the urge to throw punches. No, you can’t fuck this up, you need the money! A voice told him. Resigned to the situation he got himself in, the boy clenched his fists and jaw, feeling the nails digging in the flesh and his teeth hurt, until his rage went away.

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Nikki couldn't tell if time was slowing down on purpose to make that night last even longer than it should've or if it had been actual hours since he walked into that nightclub. Ten minutes – or maybe two hours – went by, listening to Kitty and her friends yammering on about nothing, downing drink after drink while he had to stay painfully sober. It was surprising they could hold up a conversation at all with that noise in the background.

“This is my favorite song, let's go dancing!” Said the girl in heavy makeup at some point.

Everyone cheered and got up from their seats.

“Oh, I almost forgot about Rover.” Kitty turned her head towards Nikki. “Dave, would you be a darling and stay with him for a while?”

Dave, the only man of the group, who's been eyeing the boy all night, nodded more enthusiastically than Nikki would've liked.

“Sure, I'll keep him company.” The guy said, with a slimy smile on his face, as Miss Purr handed him the leash. She whispered something into Dave's ear, then he looked at Nikki and his smile widened, which sent a new discharge of terror mixed with rage down the boy's spine.

Dave finally plopped down next to Nikki, who subconsciously became stiff, tightening his shoulders as if that defense maneuver would’ve somehow saved him from that situation.

“What's wrong, Rover?” Asked the man, sipping his Piña Colada. “Aren't you having a good time?”

Nikki looked at him but didn't answer, but the clenching of his jaw was worth a million words. Mostly curse words.

“Don't give me those puppy eyes!” Dave laughed, wrapping an arm around Nikki and squeezing his shoulder, which made the boy become as rigid as a piece of wood. “What about a drink? My treat.”

“White Russian.” Mumbled Nikki. Vodka usually wasn't for him, he would've much preferred a Jack and Coke, but he thought he needed something much stronger to get through that hell, plus he wasn't paying for it, so might as well benefit from that opportunity.

“I like your style!” The other exclaimed. He then proceeded to call a waiter nearby and order the drink.

A few minutes later, the cocktail appeared in front of Nikki, who immediately picked it up from the tray and downed it in one single gulp, like if he was in a desert dying of thirst and that White Russian was the only thing that he could drink to survive, the only thing that could rescue him from that reality. The boy was so absorbed in his drink that he didn't even notice that both Dave and the waiter were staring at him in astonishment. He put down the glass, feeling his muscles immediately relax.

“Feelin' better?” Asked Dave. Nikki sensed the man wasn't asking it out of the goodness of his heart, but rather to try to slip his filthy hands into his skin-tight leather thong. Especially because Dave's fingers were now caressing Nikki's thigh.

Please, don't... The boy's heart began racing, his brain sounding the 'immediate danger' alarm, but his face and limbs didn't react to his fight-or-flight instincts. In the back of his head, he knew that if he raised even one single finger on Kitty's friend, that would've meant no money for him that night.

“You're gorgeous, you know that?” Continued the other in a flirtatious manner, bringing his face inches closer and his hand climbed up to Nikki's groin, to which the boy reflexively reacted by moving his head away.

But Dave persisted: he drew the leash towards himself and attempted to plant his lips on Nikki's, but the boy dodged him at the last second.

“I see you guys are having fun, huh?” Kitty's voice suddenly interrupted them. Nikki breathed a long sigh of relief while the other groaned in dissatisfaction. The boy didn't believe in God, but at that moment he felt like his guardian angel was really watching over him.

“Oh hey, Kitty...” Dave grumbled in disappointment. “I think Rover doesn't really like me. Do you think I can make him change his mind?”

“What's wrong, boy?” Asked Kitty gently, grabbing Nikki's chin. “Don’t you like Dave?”

Nikki shook his head, trying so hard to hold back tears.

“Oh darling, you're shaking! What did he do to you?!” The drag queen turned towards Dave, who shrugged. She roughly took him aside, making Dave lose the grip to Nikki's leash. The boy took advantage of that situation and immediately fled to the men's bathroom.

---

The cold, white neon lights carried Nikki to another dimension, where everything was muffled and quieter. Surprisingly, he was the only soul in that place at that moment. He shot a glance at the mirror and saw someone who had lost the spark of innocence in his eyes. Nikki thought he never had that to begin with, but after choosing this career path he knew it was definitely gone. The boy sighed and walked to the other side of the restroom, crashing to the ground, putting his head in his hands. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine... He kept repeating to himself. Man up, Sixx. You've been through worse. Man up, you whiner!

“Fuck!” He raised his watery eyes to the heavens and shouted to no one, out of frustration, his fingers shaky. The word echoed against the walls of the room and of his mind.

Right at that moment, he heard the sound of water flushing in one of the stalls, and a dude popped out of it. Great, now I'm gonna be made fun of for crying like a girl in the bathroom.

The guy let out a yelp in surprise. “Shit, you scared me! I didn't hear you comin' in!”

Nikki raised his gaze, but didn't say anything.

The stranger, who had long, unkept red hair, a stubble, big brown sparkly eyes and a sprinkle of freckles all over his body, frowned in preoccupation. He had two big scars under his pierced nipples, and was wearing nothing but a pair of leather shorts, fingerless gloves and a studded collar. “Are you okay, dude?”

“No.” The boy mumbled. “No, I'm not.”

The redhead advanced towards Nikki, slowly, like when you're afraid to startle a wild animal. “Got too much to drink?” He raised an eyebrow.

“If anything, I'm too sober for this shit.” Sighed the other.

The stranger burst out laughing. “Oh man, that must be torture! Everyone's drunk and high as tits here!”

“Yeah... You have no idea.” Muttered Nikki, finding the tiles of the bathroom wall very interesting all of a sudden.

“Maybe I can offer you a drink to make this night better for you.” The other boy said, extending his hand.

Nikki looked at him, doubtful.

“Oh, come on. Nobody deserves to be crying in the corner on a night like this.” He smiled. “My name is Romeo.”

Nikki finally reached out and shook Romeo's hand before the latter helped him get up on his feet. “Rover.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Yes. For tonight, at least.” Nikki opened the sink, cupped his hands under the water and washed his face.

Romeo shrugged and did the same, putting the water in his mouth and spitting it soon after. “Where's your master?” He asked, apparently out of the blue.

“What?”

“Your leash.” Romeo nodded at it.

Nikki looked down, realizing he was still wearing it. “Oh yeah...” He picked it up in his hands to measure its weight. “Guess I am a stray, now.” Even Nikki himself seemed surprised by the gloominess with which he added that last sentence. By that time, he had discovered a lot of things about himself since he started working as a gigolo, that he wasn't sure he was proud of but learned to deal with, like his bisexuality or his humiliation kink. But pet play? He didn't know about that.

“Maybe I can be your master for tonight.” Romeo's words snapped Nikki back to reality.

The boy turned his head towards the redhead. “Aren't you a pet as well?”

“Well... yeah, but me and my mistress just broke up, so I can do whatever I want now. But what matters is, do you want it?”

Nikki took a moment to reflect. Romeo was the only person there who showed him empathy, so how bad could've been at his service for a while? Plus he was pretty hot, too. Yet, he couldn't accept, for he was technically in service for someone else already. “Sorry, I can't. I need to find my mistress, she must be worried about me at this point.” He said in the end, shaking his head.

Romeo sighed, visibly disappointed. “I see...”

A pause.

“Could I at least buy you a drink, while we look for her?” Romeo apparently didn't have any shame. Nikki should've expected it, though.

The other boy nodded and smiled, after a moment. “Gladly.”

“So, why are you here?” Asked Romeo, before taking a sip of his Jack and Coke.

Nikki imitated him. “Work.”

The redhead almost choked on his drink. “You do this for a living?!” He blurted out in a hoarse voice.

The other nodded. “I’m a gigolo.”

“Oh!” Romeo arched his eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah." Nikki's brows furrowed. "I thought you'd know about me. I have quite the reputation around here."

"I moved to LA not too long ago, I'm from San Francisco." Romeo explained. “But I bet you get so much business.” He added, smirking.

Nikki’s lips curved in a smile askew across his face, his eyes wandering away from Romeo’s eyes. “Well,” he said in the end, “it’s good money, but it’s a high-risk job.”

“But if anything, that’s what makes it worth it, right? High risk for a high reward!”

“Yeah, but you never know what kind of freaks you’ll meet. So far I’ve worked for cheaters, mistresses and masters, cuckolds... you name it. I try to keep an open mind but hell, sometimes it’s hard to even realize what you just stumbled upon.” Nikki swallowed a big gulp of his Jack and Coke.

The redhead's eyes widened in wonder. "That sounds fun as hell!" He grinned. “Maybe I should do that too.”

“I don't know if I would recommend it.” Said Nikki, after sipping on his cocktail. “People might take advantage of you.” He meant it as a genuine warning, but it was also his way to say to stay out of his territory.

“Believe it or not,” Said Romeo before downing the rest of the alcohol, “I kinda want people to take advantage of me. Especially if they're pretty.” His eyebrows arched and a smirk crossed his face as he added the last part.

Nikki looked at him with his head inclined on the side, while his brow frowned. “Y'know what, maybe we're not so different after all.” He said in the end, with an amused smile in his face, thinking about the mistress that hired him just to use him as a toy, about six weeks ago. In hindsight, that experience with her made him realize that in bed, he was down to do anything that would've pleased his partner, and if that meant to be taken advantage of, being used or denigrated, so be it, if the partner was so attractive to him that they were holding him on a choke hold. A thought about Dave fluctuated in his brain, but he dismissed it, telling himself that context was different: not only Nikki wasn't attracted to that man, but also he wasn't feeling like it at that moment.

Romeo laughed as well. He sounded hoarse, yet boyish, like if he was a teenager trapped in a twenty-five-year-old's body. Nikki couldn't get enough of it.

---

Nikki and Romeo downed a few more drinks, spending the time talking and laughing at increasingly stupid jokes. Nikki had totally forgotten about searching for his patron and Romeo seemed to have buried the memory of his ex mistress as well. They often exchanged fleeting looks and their lips would get so close they could feel each other's alcohol breaths on their faces, but only for fractions of seconds at a time.

“Y'know, I like you, Rover.” Slurred Romeo, completely wasted. “If that even is your real name!” The redhead burst out laughing, giving Nikki a pat on the back.

The other boy, just as shitfaced, giggled as well, putting his arm around Romeo's neck. “If you like me so much,” he mumbled, “why don't you marry me, huh?”

They looked at each other for a moment, then they both snorted and laughed their asses off.

They exchanged gazes again. Romeo gently touched Nikki's cheek with his warm fingers, which sent an electric shock down his whole body.

Nikki got closer, until he touched Romeo's lips with his.

Soon the kiss evolved into making out, biting, hands wandering. Romeo pulled Nikki closer by wrapping his left arm around his waist and his right arm under his knee, kissing and biting his chest and stomach.

Nikki, who completely abandoned himself at the mercy of Romeo, let him do anything he wanted to his body, moaning and giggling at every contact of the redhead's teeth and lips with his skin. Nikki was going more and more brain-dead, just enjoying whatever Romeo was doing to him, drowned in pleasure. There was something really freeing about that situation...

Romeo reached Nikki's groin.

The two boys exchanged gazes.

“Are you sure you wanna do it?” Asked Nikki, in a brief moment of lucidity.

Romeo shrugged, smirking. “Everyone's fucking, here. Let's give these people a good show, huh?”

Nikki let out a chuckle before grabbing Romeo's hair and pushing his head against his crotch. The redhead promptly pulled the thong to the side with his teeth and began worshipping Nikki's cock, by kissing and licking it first, then by putting it in his mouth.

Things quickly got messy and sloppy, as Romeo went down on Nikki with more and more enthusiasm and fervor, encouraged by the boy's yelps and moans, while the grip on his hair got tighter, until Nikki's warmth spilled out in Romeo's throat. Finally, Romeo raised his head, with a cheeky grin on his face.

Nikki beckoned the other with his finger to come closer. The redhead took his time to kiss and lick Nikki's torso until he reached his lips.

Once again, they quickly became more insistent with their tongues and teeth, grinding on each other. Nikki's hand slipped under Romeo's shorts. His eyes widened, visibly confused.

“Oh yeah, about that, uh... Sorry, but I forgot to tell you – ” Romeo's face became as red as his hair.

Nikki shushed him with a kiss. “It's whatever man, don't worry about it.” He said gently, caressing his cheek. “I haven't told you my real name either, so we're even.” He added.

“Well... What's your name then?”

“Nikki.”

“Nikki?” Repeated Romeo, puzzled.

The other boy nodded. “Kinda girlish I know, but we all have our secrets don't you think?”

“That's hot.” Smirked Romeo. “Maybe we really aren't so different after all.”

They got back to kissing, while Nikki's hand undid Romeo's pants as if it had a mind of its own. Two fingers slipped inside, making Romeo groan.

“Fuck, babe” Breathed Nikki, “you're soaking!”

Romeo simply let out a childlike laugh, followed by a yelp caused by Nikki pushing him down on the seat, pulling down his shorts and burying his face between his legs.

Nikki stayed there for an indefinite amount of time, furiously lapping and sucking on his heat, barely noticing that a small crowd was beginning to gather around them, completely inebriated by Romeo's moans. He felt a tug on his hair, which made him go down on Romeo even more aggressively. After a short while, Romeo sprayed his juices all over Nikki's face. Immediately after that, the redhead shoved the boy away and straddled him, rubbing his crotch against Nikki's, as their audience cheered him on.

Nikki, who began realizing what was happening, took a look around. Where the hell do all these people come from?! He shot a glance at Romeo, who didn't seem to mind all those pairs of eyes watching them, but the redhead must've noticed that Nikki's tension was rising, because he leaned towards him and kissed his cheek gently.

“What's wrong?” Asked Romeo playfully. “Performance anxiety?”

“I mean... It could be since the whole club is watching us.”

“It's very easy to please them, actually. Here, I'll show you.” Romeo pushed his tongue inside Nikki's mouth.

The boy, on the other hand, pulled his lover closer, the only thing at that moment that prevented him from thinking too much about how absurd that whole situation was to him.

Romeo didn't waste any time and pushed Nikki inside of him, winking at the people, who went wild. “You feel so good, baby.” He whimpered in Nikki's ear.

It was at that instant that Nikki's brain turned to mush and stopped caring about everything that wasn't having sex with Romeo. Something about how desperate he sounded drove him crazy. He grabbed the redhead by the waist and forced himself even further inside, which made Romeo throw his head back and emit a sound similar to a hound in heat.

They began thrusting, grinding, bouncing against each other, as their breaths grew shorter and their moans became louder. Romeo was completely out of it: he had his tongue out and his eyes rolled back, emitting groans that quickly transformed into proper barks. He took the phrase 'animalistic sex' to a whole other level, which Nikki found strangely arousing, to the point, in fact, of joining him with a guttural sound resembling a howl. Some couples from the crowd started kissing and touching each other, while another guy forced himself into Romeo's mouth, joined soon after by someone else whom the redhead began jerking off. Others instead, would slap him, play with his piercings or pet his hair, calling him names. This brought him to become tighter and wetter around Nikki, to the point of having another leg-shaking orgasm, squirting all over the place.

Nikki wanted to cum inside Romeo so bad at that moment, that he pushed the redhead and flipped him on his back. The boy pulled his lover's legs up and spread his cheeks, finding out that his ass had already been used that night.

“You're such a whore, y'know that?” He grinned. “You're worse than me!”

Romeo, who was face down on the sofa, let out a giggle.

Nikki made out with Romeo's holes for a bit while touching himself, then, he slowly slid his cock inside Romeo's ass. He dug his nails on Romeo's skin, groaning, then he quickly picked up the pace, pounding against Romeo like a piston, making him whine louder and louder with every thrust. Nikki couldn't get enough of that, it was the best sex he ever had in a long while. He needed this. He grabbed Romeo by the hair, forcing him to arch his back until Nikki could reach his ear. “You feel so fucking good.” He whispered, before moving his mouth to Romeo's shoulder blade.

Nikki's head started to feel dizzy and that meant one thing: he was close. A pleasant, tingling feeling went through his body as he finally ejected his load inside Romeo, and only after that, he slowed down, allowing himself and his lover to catch their breath. “C'mere.” He beckoned the redhead before their tongues united again.

That's when Nikki felt someone's lips pressing against his neck from the back and a pair of hands caressing his body. Normally this would've freaked him out, but the touch was warm and somewhat comforting. Then, the sweet smell of a woman's perfume invaded his nostrils.

Nikki turned his gaze. “Kitty? I'm sorry, I –”

The drag queen shushed him placing a finger in front of his lips. “Aw, it's okay. Although... You should call me next time you plan on having fun. I don't like being left out.”

“Is there anything I can do to be forgiven?” He asked, flashing his best smile.

She smirked, forcefully opening Nikki's mouth with her thumb, which he proceeded to suck on. He was completely consumed by lust at that point, so much in fact, that he didn't even flinch when he noticed Miss Purr's bulge under her skirt. He didn't even hesitate to put it in his mouth.

“That's my good boy...” Murmured Kitty, her head thrown back, with a lustful smile on her face.

Romeo soon joined in the fun, licking and sucking and making out with Nikki, making a show both for Kitty and for the last remaining watchers. The majority, in fact, either lost interest or went on and had sex right then and there or in the bathroom. But Nikki, Romeo and Kitty weren't inconspicuous to the eyes of security, who had to kick them out of the club, along with everyone who was around them.

---

“Well,” commented Kitty while brushing her clothes, “that didn't go as planned.”

Nikki, on the other hand, felt guilty for the first time in his life. He didn't say anything, just diverted his eyes and scratched the back of his head.

“Why the long face, honey?” She asked, cupping his chin.

“I don't know, I...” Nikki sighed. “I'm sorry for ruining it for everyone. I should've stayed there and –”

“Do you really think it would've ended differently?” Kitty arched an eyebrow, in an amused expression. “It's my fault, really, I shouldn't have left you with that creep. I'm sorry.” She added in the end, gently.

Nikki looked at her, staying silent.

Kitty pulled out some money from her purse and placed it on the boy's hand, squeezing it between hers. “Here, take this both as an apology and for exceeding my expectations. I haven't had this much fun in a while, even though it didn't last long. But” she shrugged, “you can't always have everything in life, don't you think?”

Nikki looked down at the dollar bills on his hand, counting five pieces of a hundred. He turned his gaze to Miss Purr. “Thank you.” He smiled.

The drag queen placed her hand on his shoulder, curving her lips as well. “You're a good boy, Nikki. Maybe we can pick this up later, what do you think?”

He nodded. “Gladly.”

As he watched Kitty go, someone gave him a pat on the back.

“Hell of a night, huh?” Said the stranger, whose voice Nikki recognized as Romeo's.

Nikki arched his eyebrows. “You could say that.”

“Listen,” Romeo walked in front of Nikki, to look at him in the eyes. “I just wanted to say... I haven't felt this good in a long while with someone. What if we – ”

“Could see each other again? Absolutely.” Nikki interrupted him.

Romeo's brows arched, his eyes sparkling, his lips curving into a smile. “Woah, man.” He sighed in relief. “I thought you'd never say yes.”

“I live not too far from here, actually.” Said Nikki. “We can get there right now, and in the meantime I can show you around, since you're new here.”

Romeo nodded enthusiastically.

---

Back at the apartment complex, the two entered Nikki's room.

“Welcome to my humble abode, Romeo.” Nikki bowed theatrically. “Make yourself at home. Mi casa es tu casa!”

Romeo thanked him and took a quick look around, then plopped on the couch. “You got a nice thing goin' here!”

The other boy shrugged, as he joined Romeo on the sofa. “It's something, y'know.”

“You're doing better than I am, for sure.” Romeo affirmed. “I don't even have a home at the moment.” He added casually.

Nikki blinked in surprise.

“It's whatever man, don't worry about me.” Romeo smiled bitterly.

“Do you wanna crash here for tonight?” Asked Nikki without hesitation.

A pause.

“I insist.” The boy added, going closer to the redhead.

Romeo turned his head to the side, as to evaluate the offer. “If it's not a problem for you –”

“No way in hell it is, don't worry.” Reassured Nikki, squeezing the redhead's shoulder, his gaze intense.

Romeo stared at him for a moment, then he placed his hand on the other's, and his lips curved slightly. “Thank you.”

The phone rang the next late morning.

Nikki got up from the bed, stretched his back, rubbed his eyes, and ran to answer.

“Hello? ...Yes, it's Nikki...” His voice still croaky and encrusted by sleep. “Oh, of course... In an hour? Sure – Oh, okay. See you later, then.” He hung up.

Nikki shot a glance at Romeo: he was still sleeping in his bed.

The boy took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and put on some random clothes he had laying around.

Before going, he tore a page of his notebook and scribbled something on it, leaving it on the table along with his spare apartment keys. He looked at Romeo one last time and sighed; then, he walked out: it was time to go to work.

#sinner writings #mötley crüe #motley crue #mötley crüe fanfiction #motley crue fanfiction #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #this is a gift from me to you with love to recover from dogs of war if you listened to it (I'M KIDDING) #i like how in every episode so far nikki's been like 'new kink unlocked' #this completely derailed I think. im so sorry #the idea seemed good in the beginning but then shit happened #btw i'll try writing another episode within this year. i promise #Spotify

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Sticky sweet

Original works: [x] [x]

THE fanfic inspired by them by @vincess-princess : [x]

#sinner art #motley crue #mötley crüe #vince neil #motley crue fanart #these drawings plagued me for YEARS so i finally remade them #when it comes to fanart these are my two masterpieces #like seriously nothing could top these #remember that interview where nikki and vince said that if they were girls theyd be strippers. well #this is not just fanart. this is making their dreams come true #maybe i should draw stripper!nikki next

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Digital remakes of this and this drawings

#sinner art #dogs d'amour #the dogs d'amour

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American Gothic.

buy me a coffee :)

speedpaint

#sinner art #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #frank iero #behold the dumbest thing ive ever done #but i love it. oh i love it so much #i had this idea like three weeks ago #it was like 3 am and my brain went 'you should make a parody of that painting with the guy with the pitchfork and the lady but #it's gerard and frank instead!!!!!' and i went like um okay sure thing boss #because i swear ive never seen a version of american gothic with them and its so weird to me!! maybe i missed it #and it probably looks better than mine #but whatever #i wish i could make prints this would look so good above the fireplace just saying

[the-sixxth-sinner]

To: my future self

Fandoms: Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx

Word count: 552

Warnings: death mention, depressive talk in general

A/N: Merry Christmas :)

(special thanks to @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands for the inspiration <3)

Dec 23rd, 1987

Hey Sixxdog,

I'm not sure how you'll find this letter, if you'll find this letter at all, but I guess I needed to yell at the void for a second, and you’re the only one that could understand me.

How do I put this? I don't think we're gonna make it. 

My… our… lifestyle is just not sustainable and I’m afraid that soon we’ll crash and burn just like our dreams and the dreams of millions of our fans.

I would never admit it, but I can’t stop thinking about what the fortune teller told me last night. Li’s words, “Nikki, they’re never wrong”, are still echoing in my brain, like daggers jamming into the back of my head, and there’s a sensation in my chest, a cold hand grasping my heart, that just won’t leave.

Let’s face it: I look, feel and act like death is at my doorstep, so my days are numbered. When I look at myself in the mirror I see someone who’s been through hell and is never coming back. I feel empty, cold, dead inside, I feel like I don’t have a soul anymore (if I ever had one)... I feel like a fucking zombie and it gets worse and worse with every day that goes by. I behave like an asshole with my mates and every time I open my damn mouth, I instantly regret it and I don’t even have the guts to say sorry…

I am 29 years old and I fear that it’s too late for me to find true love… Everyone in the band has a chick except for me… And if I’ll ever find the girl of my dreams and start a family with her, what example would I be for my children? I’d just end up like my father…

I’m not gonna lie to you, me, I’m scared of dying. I’m scared shitless. All this time I kinda wished that death would finally take me, but hell, now that it seems that my time has come, I don’t want it to be. I just… I just need some time to get my shit together and then… and then… Ugh, I don’t know, I feel like I already wasted that opportunity completely, back in ‘85, it has all gone downhill since then. But now… if… if I die (there, I said it), I have the feeling that I won’t be back.

And to be honest with you, I don’t think I would want to come back.

So, this is my goodbye.

Goodbye Tommy, you’ve been a good friend to me. The best friend I ever had, in fact.

Goodbye Vince, I know we didn’t always get along, but I’m gonna miss you on the other side.

Goodbye Mick, thank you for all the support, despite the fact that I never showed you how much you meant to me.

Goodbye future self, I wish I could meet you one day, you seem like a cool dude. But I know that’ll never happen, so it’s kinda weird to say goodbye to someone you never met, especially if that someone is yourself.

Goodbye to all my friends, to our manager, to our producers, to Fred, to Karen, to Vanity… and to all my fans.

Please keep going for me.

Nikki

#sinner writings #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #motley crue fanfiction #very short piece that i needed to get out of my head as soon as ale posted that letter for nikki's bd #its not my finest work but i like it anyway #can you feel the christmas cheer in the air? yeah that was me. i did that while i was writing this

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Sagittarious + red moodboard for my favorite bastard's birthday ❤️

#sinner edits #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #motley crue moodboards #IT'S FINALLY HERE #i made this like two months ago 😭😭😭😭 #it's so chaotic and i'm not sure about a lot of things but i feel like it fits him

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Mötley crüe tarots for the 40th anniversary of shout at the devil

#sinner art #motley crue #mötley crüe #mötley crüe art #motley crue art #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #if you saw that unboxing video nikki did you probably know already they made tarots #but to be fucking honest i feel like they half assed the job and did no research at all so!! i made my own versions #i could tell you the meaning behind each one of them but i know nobody gives a shit so im not gonna ramble in the tags for nothing #anyway. happy satd anniversary and happy halloween even if im late for both lol

[the-sixxth-sinner]

We fell in love in October That's why, I love fall Looking at the stars Admiring from afar...

Based on this amazing oneshot written by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands <3

Speedpaint

#sinner art #sharise neil #bobbie brown #this is different from what i usually do #in fact i never draw women. im not used to it #but i think i did a pretty good job with this one? and i had a ton of fun which is what counts

[the-sixxth-sinner]

And I just can’t seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues…

Speedpaint

#sinner art #motley crue #mötley crüe #motley crue art #nikki sixx #two drawings in a row??? what is happening to me #anyway do you remember this? ive been wanting to recreate it digitally since like i finished the first version #the result is not any less wonky than the original lmao but i like the vibe #can you tell i know jack shit about perspective and how to draw backgrounds

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Vince tracks the cigarette in his hand as it drops to his side then back up. He wants to wrestle it out of Tommy’s grip. As if hearing his thoughts, those black eyes flick back to him. Tommy shows his teeth again. “Run.” And then he drops the cigarette.

Based on this fic on AO3

Speedpaint

#sinner art #motley crue #mötley crüe #motley crue art #mötley crüe art #tommy lee #started this the night the fic was published back in 2021 i fucked around w t for a few weeks #then i left it untouched for years bc i didnt really know how to color it and i was afraid id mess it up #fast forward to last friday when i remembered this existed #there are still errors here and there that id change but fuck im so proud of it especially the lighting #i was tempted to use an ai for that until i realized how cheap that wouldve been of me #anyway i find it weird that this year has been all about revisiting shit i started in 2021

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Aviable on AO3

Fandom(s): Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: 18+ 

Warnings: sex work; kinky sex; light bdsm

Summary: Nikki Sixx only has one thing in mind: money; and he’s willing to do anything to obtain it. That’s why he decided to become a gigolo in the Hollywood scene of the late 70s, where he will experience the most various and bizarre encounters. In this episode, Nikki will meet Sandra, a woman that tortures people for a living, who will make him realize some things about himself that he’s not sure he’s proud of.

A/N: This chapter has been sitting here untouched since May 12th, 2021, and it had only one sentence. After all this time, I finally got back to it on August 1st, 2023. Better late than never, huh? But I won’t hold you back any longer, enjoy!!

Nikki had just gotten out of the shower when the phone started ringing. He'd just returned from an extremely dirty work the night before, and he felt he deserved the luxury of washing himself this time.

“Ugh, what now?” He groaned. Would it ever have been possible for him to have a single moment of peace?

He took a moment to dry his hands and face, then he exited the bathroom and crossed his dingy apartment, without even grabbing a towel to cover himself: if somebody from the building on the opposite side happened to see his naked body, that would've been their problem, not Nikki’s; he actually would've winked at them given the possibility.

“Hello?” He picked up the receiver hastily.

“Hello. Is this… Nikki Sixx?” A feminine voice from the other side asked.

“Yup. Who’s asking?”

“My name is Sandra. I would like to benefit from your… services.”

“Oh,” A grin crossed Nikki’s face. “And what kind of services are you looking for, ma’am?”

“I don’t know… what’s your repertoire?”

“I mean, I’m pretty much into anything…” As long as you pay me good money, he wanted to add. “What I mean is… is it a quick job?” He kinda hoped it was, money is money but he was getting tired from being awake for approximately forty-eight consecutive hours.

The woman laughed. “That depends on you, honey!”

That laughter echoed in Nikki’s mind. “Honey”? Who does she think she is?

“Are you free tonight?” She continued.

“Uh… yeah.” 

“Excellent.” She gave him her address as Nikki quickly scribbled it on his notebook. “Be here by eight. Avoid being seen, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I can’t wait to meet you, Nikki.”

“The pleasure will be all mine, Sandra!”

They both hung up.

Nikki looked at the time: it was half past seven in the evening already. He wouldn’t even have a chance to wipe his ass, let alone have something to eat before going right back to work.

He hurried back to the bathroom to dry himself off with a towel, then dashed to his bedroom to get a pair of jeans and a shirt to put on. He didn't put much care into his clothes because he knew he'd take them off anyway, so he just grabbed the first thing he saw. He slipped on his boots and hunted for his leather jacket, which had been left on the kitchen floor. He shot a glance at the mirror in the living room, gave his reflection the finger guns, and walked out.

Luckily for Nikki, Sandra lived not too far from him – in the north-west of Hollywood – but he still had to walk at a speedy pace to arrive there in time.

The boy stopped in front of a huge villa, which contrasted with the other houses of the neighborhood. Unsure if that was the right address, he checked on the agenda: no, it was correct.

He stepped in the front yard, looked to see if anyone was nearby, and went to the door to knock.

A woman - dark, long hair, ice-blue eyes, red lipstick, in her thirties, wearing a satin pink robe – greeted him with a warm smile. “You must be Nikki. Come in!” 

Nikki stood there, admiring Sandra. He always loved older women than him, and this was why. They had more poise, more class. Every girl his age were cheap sluts, who just wanted to have fun without having to put effort in. But then again, he chose this profession just to have fun and get paid for it, so what did that say about him?

He smiled back, and followed Sandra inside.

“So, what am I here for? Husband can’t get it up?” Nikki asked with a smirk, plopping on the couch. He put on his bad boy facade, something he was very good at and used to.

“Kind of… I’m just bored of him. He’s away often on business trips, and I’m left here all alone most of the time.” She sighed, sitting on the mahogany armchair.

“No worries, I’m great company.” The boy grinned.

“I have no doubt about that.” Sandra raised an eyebrow, pouring some wine for both.

Nikki helped himself immediately, drinking from a chalice that probably cost more than all his belongings put together.

"Is this your first time?" The lady asked, crossing her legs. 

"Uh… Not really, I’ve been doing this for a couple of months now." Nikki replied, trying to hide his nervousness. He took a look around, observing the crystal chandelier that was hanging from the high ceiling along with the paintings that adorned the walls. He was sitting on a very comfy couch – much more comfortable than the one he had at home – that was in front of the lit fireplace. He wasn’t used to all that opulence. He didn’t belong there, but he could’ve gotten used to it.

“Well, then.” The woman grinned, sipping her wine. “I suppose I can go wild on you.”

The boy felt the blood freeze in his veins. “What do you mean?”

Sandra got up. “Follow me.”

Nikki did as he was told, rising up from the sofa and going with Sandra towards a flight of stairs that went downwards. He watched as she unlocked the basement door. Don’t tell me this bitch has like a sex dungeon…

The door squeaked as it opened.

They were facing a well illuminated empty corridor, made out of concrete. Sandra’s high heels echoed against the bare walls, as they directed towards the only door at the end of the hallway. The thought that he might’ve been correct about the sex dungeon began to creep into Nikki’s head, making him feel uneasy. Still, he tried to drive that thought away.

They stopped in front of the metal door, as the woman opened it.

Then, all Nikki’s suppositions became true.

The dungeon’s floor was coated in carpet and the walls were covered with panels made out of wood and dark red tapestry with oriental-looking imagery painted on it. On the left side of the room, whips, ball gags, collars and various torture devices were hanging from nails; on the right, a king size canopy bed and right in front of Nikki, at the center of the room, a lavish throne with two huge dog cages to the sides.

As Nikki entered and looked around, he felt his heart beat faster and his mouth getting dry. His instincts were telling him to run away, but the sound of the metal door closing and the jingle of Sandra’s keys made him understand that he had nowhere to hide.

A sneer curled the woman's lips as she walked in front of Nikki, stepping between him and the throne. Then she opened her robe theatrically, showing her all-black leather outfit, which consisted of a corset with belts on the front, tight-looking panties and thigh-high stilettos.

“For the next few hours, I am Miss May to you.”

Nikki had so many questions, but wanted none of them to be answered. He just stood there, staring at her with eyes widened and mouth open from the shock. He still had to decipher if that feeling was pleasant or not, given that he always appreciated women who were freaks in the sheets, but was he willing to go to that extent?

Sandra put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows. “I can’t tell if there’s something wrong or you’re just enjoying the view.”

Her words snapped Nikki out of it. “Sorry, I was just… You look amazing, is what I’m trying to say.” 

Sandra advanced towards him. “Thank you, honey.” She brushed his chin with her finger, which made him wince.

“Are you… Are you gonna put me in a cage and whip me?” Nikki asked, knowing he wouldn’t have liked the answer.

The lady smirked. “I mean, if you want to.”

“Uh, no thanks... I mean, no.” He swallowed. Phew.

“But there are things I want to do to you that you can’t say no to.” 

Oh, shit.

“Like… like what?” He tried to keep calm, but the tremble in his voice betrayed him.

“I don’t know yet. We’ll see if you’re a good boy or not.”

The words good boy sent chills down Nikki’s spine, and blood rushed to his cheeks and crotch. Great, now even his body was betraying him. “What if I won’t be?" He asked.

“You’ll get an indefinite amount of lashes across the ass.” Sandra responded promptly.

Nikki shuddered at the thought.

“You’re adorable!” The woman let out a giggle. “Now… Will you be a good boy for me, Nikki?” She cupped his chin in her fingers and looked him in the eyes.

“Y-Yes.” Nikki finally said. He thought that it was better to keep her on the good side, especially because he didn’t want to know what the punishment would’ve felt.

The mistress tightened the grip. “Yes what?”

“Yes… Miss May.”

“You’re a fast learner. I like that.” The woman let the gigolo go. “Now, get rid of those clothes.”

“What–”

"It's an order." She gave him a stern look, her tone shifting from soft to demanding.

“Can you at least turn around?”

“And deprive myself of a strip show? Nuh-uh!” She arched her eyebrows. 

“Ugh… Fine…” Nikki felt like he was trapped, with no choice. He began by taking off his jacket and shirt.

“What were you expecting anyway, do you usually have sex with clothes on? What are you, an amish?”

“It’s… it’s different when the other person is fully clothed, though.” Nikki blurted out, pulling down his jeans.

“Because it enhances the fact that you’re naked, making you feel humiliated and inferior to me?”

“I… guess so, yeah.”

The woman sneered. “You’ll get used to it, trust me. And you’re going to like it, too.”

Nikki was completely naked now. “How… would you know that?”

She ran her fingers through his body, without breaking eye contact. “I met a lot of boys like you, I know your kind. You all like to act tough, when in reality all you need is someone to put you in your place, and you, Nikki, are no exception. I can see it in your face.” Her hands stopped on his crotch, and gave his balls a squeeze.

Nikki yelped in surprise, not knowing if it was because he didn’t expect it or because he kind of liked it – as ashamed as he was to admit it. He felt his cheeks warming up and, judging by the grin on Sandra’s face, he was blushing significantly.

“Aw, you’re so cute!” She poked his nose.

Nikki rouged even more, his breath heavy, his knees weak. At that moment, he understood that he was hers: she got him by the balls – quite literally – and there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent it.

But still, he wouldn’t have submitted to her that easily.

The woman walked away from him, going towards the wall of BDSM gear.

He flashed a gaze at her, burning holes in the back of her head, as she was picking up something from the display of insanity.

“Hmm… let’s see… Oh, this would look great on you!” He heard her say.

She returned to the boy holding a spiked dog collar and a leash in her hands, smiling smugly. “Get on your knees.”

Nikki looked at her right in the eyes. “Make me.” He said, through gritted teeth.

Sandra struck him across the face right away. “Bit of a brat, aren’t we?” She retorted, her head tilted to the side, with a scornful sneer.

The boy recoiled, feeling the skin burning under his fingers.

The mistress grabbed his neck, forcing him to look at her directly. “Don’t fuck with me, honey.” She tightened the grip. “Now, be a good boy and get on your knees for me, will you?”

The gigolo nodded, and she let go.

Nikki immediately fell on his knees, completely surrendered to her.

Sandra lifted his chin, then she put the dog collar around his neck, and hooked it to the leash. “There… Was that so hard? And it suits you so well!” She claimed, giving him a pat on his cheek.

Nikki never felt so humiliated in his life, and he knew it was about to get worse. He didn’t say anything, he was just staring at the pavement, wondering if this job was really worth it. 

As Sandra got up, the boy followed her with his gaze, waiting for something to happen. He was starting to shiver from the unusual low temperature of the room, and being naked didn’t really help either.

“What? Don’t give me that look! Now is when the real fun begins…” Nikki noticed a blink of light in her eyes, which he didn't enjoy at all.

The mistress tugged the leash, giving a signal to the boy to follow her on all fours. She directed him towards the bed. A shiver went down Nikki’s spine when he noticed there were handcuffs hanging from the headboard.

“Come on, climb up.” Sandra said, with a nod.

Nikki mounted on the bed without saying a word, thinking about all the things that led him to that moment. And it’s gonna get worse… a voice kept repeating in his head.

Sandra then straddled him and began cuffing his hands.

The boy let her, too confused and afraid to fight back. Everything felt like a fever dream: he could see her movements in slow motion and feel her breath on his skin, almost forgetting about having a body. He watched her focused expression as she tied him up to the bed, and once she had finished her task, he exhaled, realizing he was holding his breath that whole time.

The lady stroked his body with her fingers, sometimes digging her nails in his skin, making him flinch and let out tiny gasps when she touched his most sensitive parts. “Oh yes… You’re mine, now.” She murmured.

“What… what are you gonna do now?” Nikki asked, in a hoarse voice.

Sandra observed him as a panther would with a prey before attacking. "Wouldn't you like to know, big boy." She said, as her fingers reached for his dick.

“You tied me up just to jerk me off? You could’ve just asked!” Nikki remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“Trust me, you’re going to beg me to stop once I’m finished with you.” She replied with a smirk, as she brushed his tip with her tongue.

We’ll see about that, he wanted to say.

The mistress began jerking him off, slowly at first, then increasingly faster, until he was rock hard in her hands. She kept going until his breath was heavy and his hips were thrusting in the air.

And that’s when she stopped.

Nikki, who had his eyes shut this whole time, finally opened them as soon as he felt he was about to cum, but instead of an explosion of pleasure, all he felt was disappointment. He saw his throbbing dick let out a miserable amount of fluid.

“Aw, do you have performance anxiety, or is this really all you got?” Sandra asked provocatively.

Nikki felt his cheeks getting warmer. “What?! I-It’s your fault!”

The woman grinned as she angled her head to the side. She pushed a drop of cum into Nikki's lips with her finger.

Nikki licked it without question, used to his own taste, and much to the surprise of Sandra. 

“You’re such a slut!” She exclaimed, with a big grin on her face.

“Oh yeah? Why do you think I’m in this business, huh?” He smirked.

“Come here.” She climbed up his body to give him a lustful kiss. “I want to ruin you so bad…”

“Then do it. I dare you.” Nikki’s eyes were glimmering with a strange light.

“You’re going to regret this.” Sandra laughed, as she wrapped her hand around his cock once again.

This went on for three, four, five times, maybe more: Nikki had lost count. She was getting faster and Nikki’s moans were getting louder, and his dick was getting more and more overstimulated, until he couldn’t stand it any longer. This is torture, he thought. This is torture and my dick is gonna fall off, it would’ve been better if she just whipped me and put me in the cage…

“Miss May… Miss May, please! I–” The words died in his throat.

“‘I’ what? Say it!”

“I… I beg you! I can’t take it anymore! I give up!” Nikki squealed, realizing that there were tears filling his eyes. He felt so helpless, so pathetic. He felt a hit in his pride. Her words were echoing in his brain: You all like to act tough, when in reality all you need is someone to put you in your place, and you, Nikki, are no exception. And at that point, he thought she was right. He didn’t know if he liked it yet, but for an instant, he felt like he surely deserved it.

“So soon? But I was just warming up!” She frowned.

Nikki shook his head, breathing heavily. “Please… please, Miss May…”

The mistress squeezed his cock tight one last time, then, when cum came out of it she let go, with a disappointed sigh. “Ugh… you’re no fun!”

The gigolo felt his body relax, but his heart was heavy. Even he couldn’t figure out why: was he genuinely sorry for letting her down? Or was he worried that after that, she wouldn’t have given him a good pay? After all, this is why I’m doing it, he reminded himself. 

But he didn’t have the time to reflect on that, because she was moving towards him. “Aw, are you crying?” She noted, condescendingly.

Nikki sniffled. “N-No…”

She wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes with her finger. “You’re so pretty when you cry, honey.”

“Thanks…” The boy said, trying to not look her in the face. He was just hoping she was done using him.

”I’m not done with you, yet.” Sandra stated, almost as if she read his mind. She got off the bed, took off her underwear – with much of surprise and appreciation from Nikki – and positioned herself on top of his head.

“Oh, hello there…” The boy said, looking up.

“Less talking, more licking.” The mistress talked back, sitting on his face.

Nikki immediately began eating Sandra out, mouth wide open and tongue inside her, lapping furiously and groaning like a dog in heat. Many things in that situation were unreal to him, and eating pussy was the only familiar act he could do to stay connected to reality and keep from going nuts. That, and also he just loved eating pussy. 

While he continued with his task, he felt the woman bucking her hips and rubbing her crotch against his face, riding his tongue, beginning to hear her pants and moans, encouraging him to go faster and sucking on her clit harder.

“Damn, you’re good…” He caught her whispering, as he felt her hands wrap around his dick and her lips touch his tip, then she started sucking vigorously.

Nikki uttered a grunt. He wanted to grab her hips and force her down his mouth, but when he moved his arms, the cuffs yanked him back, reminding him that he wasn't in control.

As he was battling the chains and a precocious orgasm, Sandra got up from his head and turned around.

“What… Why…” Nikki tried to formulate a question, gasping for air.

“Having a good time, huh?” Sandra inquired, grinning maliciously.

“It would be even better if… uh, maybe you got rid of these handcuffs?” Nikki flashed his best smile, trying to convince her to finally free him.

The woman burst out laughing. “You’re funny, you know?”

The boy stared at her, his smile fading away.

“Aw, I can see your heart breaking! How sad...” She leaned closer to him. “Do you really think you are more than just a toy to me?”

“You’re evil…" He spewed out.

Sandra looked at him, smirking. “For a few ruined orgasms? I can be so much worse. Do you want me to show you?”

He shook his head vigorously.

“Hmm… Fine, but there’s one last thing I want to do with you.” She said, crawling back between his legs.

Nikki watched as she slid his cock inside her.

Sandra let out a moan and bit her lip before jumping up and down, riding him hard and fast.

The gigolo soon joined in, thrusting his hips in the air, gasping and groaning as if his life depended on it, still fighting the handcuffs that took away half of the fun of grabbing her body and tossing her around.

“You like that, huh?” The woman questioned, in between pants. “Do you like how I use you like a fucktoy?”

Nikki closed his eyes, swallowing. “Yes, Miss May… I love it.” At that point, he didn’t know if that was the truth or if he was just saying that to please her. Nikki felt like she could’ve done anything to him and he would’ve enjoyed it. Completely vulnerable, totally braindead: he was at her disposal.

The mistress kept going with long and powerful thrusts, making the bed bounce under them, her legs wide spread and her head thrown back. She was beginning to feel tight around Nikki’s dick, and Nikki himself felt throbbing inside her.

There’s no way she’d let me… The boy closed his eyes and prepared himself for the moment she would pull him out and spoil his orgasm. At the same time, he felt her hand around his neck.

Sandra continued with deep, strong thrusts as she pressed her fingers around his jugular, making him gasping for air and feeling lightheaded. As much as he hated to admit it, she knew what she was doing, and feeling his airways getting closed off did it for him.

The woman must’ve seen his lips curling up in a smile, because she snickered and squeezed even more, going harder on him.

Nikki was so close he could taste the sweet release. He didn’t know if he was about to cum or if he was about to die, but he would’ve welcomed either of those fates. Death by having sex with a hot mistress? He would’ve taken it.

That’s when Sandra quickly let go of his neck, pulled out and started to jerk him off, directing his dick to his face, and Nikki, who had his mouth open, caught a few drops with his tongue.

Sandra sneered, while licking up his cum-stained stomach. She then leaned over for a kiss, making the boy taste himself in her mouth. “Good boy…” 

Click. The sound of something unlocking. Nikki turned towards the noise: Sandra had just freed his right hand from the handcuffs with a small key he didn’t know where it came from.

Click. Now both his hands were free, definitely meaning that she was satisfied or that at least it was over. He slowly got up and sat on the bed, immediately stretching his wrists, rubbing them and rotating them, hearing his bones cracking. He heard the familiar sound of a match being lit up and then, the smell of cigarette smoke.

Sandra was sitting on the chair with her legs crossed, her eyes shut and her head thrown back.

“Miss May…?”

“Yes?”

“Is it… Is it over?”

The woman snickered, exhaling smoke. “You want round two?”

“I mean, I would love to, but it’s getting late and I need to–”

“You can stop making up excuses, I was joking.”

“So… Can I get dressed, then?”

She nodded.

Nikki jumped off the bed, walking to his clothes left on the floor. He then soon realized he still had the collar and leash on him. He turned towards her: “Uh, what about these…?”

“Oh, how could I forget!” Sandra raised from the chair.

Nikki lifted his chin as she undid the collar, with the cigarette between her lips. That gesture, done so casually, felt so intimate, like a mother preparing her child before going to school. “There, now you’re completely off service.”

The boy nodded. “Thank you, Miss.”

“Thanks to you. I had the time of my life.” She said, puffing smoke.

Nikki’s lips curved up in a smile that went askew from his face. “Yeah… It was fun for me too. I think I… learned a lot about myself.”

Sandra grinned. “I’m glad I could help you with that.”

The gigolo dressed up, knowing that she was watching with an interested eye. He made sure to give her a good show, making eye contact every now and then, putting his clothes on as slowly and sensually as possible.

“So, uhm… Was it the first time you paid someone to have sex, or…?” He wanted to know.

“Technically, yes. Usually, I’m the one who gets paid to torture people.” Sandra replied, flickering her cigarette on the ashtray.

“You… torture people for a living?”

“Man is an interesting creature.” She replied, putting out the cigarette. “You’d be surprised how many people ask me to do the sickest of things to them.” The woman got up from the chair and picked up her robe.

“But… Why did you call me?”

Sandra shrugged. “I just wanted a new toy to play with. I wanted to have fun on my own terms for once.”

“Well… I’d say that you can play with me anytime you want.” Nikki replied, with a sleazy grin.

The woman smiled back while opening the door. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nikki walked out of there two hundred and a half dollars richer and a new view on himself.

#sinner writings #mötley crüe #motley crue #mötley crüe fanfiction #motley crue fanfiction #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #btw sorry if this isnt accurate for the context bc whenever i searched for bdsm in the 70s all i could find were porn sites lmao #anyway i just wanted to say sorry if this is a bit shorter than the first episode #i feel like i did my best despite my brain conspiring against me #its not my finest work and its hard to compete w the first ep bc that one was a banger #but im still proud with how it turned out #i like sandra. and i like the dynamic i created between her and nikki #im not sure what the next chapter will be about or when ill start writing it #but ohhh i have ideas #Spotify

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Rebel Rouser

Aviable on AO3

Fandoms: Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx x afab reader (first person pov)

Word count: 5.5k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: drug use, consensual underage sex

Summary: Seattle, 1970s. It’s just another day in class, when Frankie, the boy you’ve been crushing on since 9th grade, speaks to you for the first time and asks you to skip school with him…

A/N: second and last fic i started writing back in 2021 but never got to finish until now. i don't have much to say about it this time, just enjoy <3

Teacher, I ain't Foolin' Around with your Rules

It was a warm fall day at Roosevelt High School, and the bell just rang to signal all students to go to their respective classes. I reached for my locker to get my books, but my eyes were looking for someone in the hallway.

Maybe he won’t come today either… I thought, exhaling a sigh.

I walked to class, sitting on my usual spot beside the window. I wasn’t the most popular kid in school, but I feel like I wasn’t the most bullied either, just invisible to most.

“Good morning, students.” The English teacher entered.

Everyone greeted back in unison.

Everything went as usual for a while: English class was pretty boring and not the best way to start the day for most students. Someone at the back seats was sleeping soundly.

Until the door opened.

“Hey, miss.” A familiar voice. 

“Oh, mister Feranna. What a surprise. Please, take a seat.” The professor’s tone was the definition of flatness.

At the mention of that name, I raised my head from the book I was taking notes in. Frankie was as stunning as ever: tall and slim, his unruly copper brown hair adorned his face, fixed in a bored expression. He was munching on gum, as usual. 

Frankie shuffled across the room. My heart skipped a beat when he plopped right next to me. He greeted me with a nod of his head and a hint of a smile.

I timidly waved and smiled back, immediately looking the other way as I picked a strand of hair and tucked it behind the ear, a small gesture that I’d find myself doing when nervous.

He knows… Oh my God he knows! My brain, along with my heart, began racing with all possible thoughts about Frankie being aware of my crush on him, despite my efforts in trying to shut them out: it wasn’t the time or the place after all.

I turned back, trying to focus on the lecture, but all I had in mind was my desk mate, who in the meantime had taken out a notebook from his bag and began sketching something on it. He was so immersed in his own work that he probably didn't realize how I was staring at him, especially his lips, so soft-looking and slightly parted. Even his odor was distracting: something musky yet difficult to describe... In any case, it was a pleasant smell. My mind quickly took that information and ran with it, picturing Frankie naked in the shower. I could feel my blood pressure increasing at the idea, so I did everything I could to get rid of it.

The lesson carried on normally for about maybe ten minutes, with the teacher constantly calling Frankie to answer her questions, and him promptly responding correctly. I could sense him getting more and more frustrated with each inquiry, hearing him groaning “What a drag…” and seeing him break the pencil tip a couple times. Then, out of nowhere, Frankie sprang from his seat.

"Hey can I be excused?" He asked.

"You're going to smoke in the boys room again?" The teacher replied cynically, her eyes fixed on the blackboard.

"If you really want to know, miss, I have to take a fat shit." Frankie retorted, completely serious. Someone snickered.

She turned around, staring in outrage. 

"Now if you'll excuse me," He picked up his bag, "I have a date with a toilet." and left the classroom.

“Mister Feranna! I didn’t tell you to–” The bell rang, as everyone poured out in the corridor. When I got up, I noticed that Frankie left his notebook on the desk. This is it, I thought. This is my chance to go talk to him.

I took his book, walked out of the classroom and seeked Frankie with my gaze. He was one of the tallest students, so it didn't take too long to find him, directed to the back door that overlooked the school backyard. I chased him through the crowd, dodging the other kids and getting smacked by elbows at times, until finally I reached for the door Frankie just got through.

I ran out of the building, as I spotted Frankie walking away.

“Frankie!” I shouted.

He stopped for a second, turned his head around, then kept walking.

“Oh, come on,” I blurted under my breath as I sped up.

When I finally reached him, I was breathless. “Frankie, you forgot this in class!” I said, handing him out the book.

The boy gasped, taking the journal in his hands. “Oh, thank you!” 

“No problem…” I smiled, trying to act normal. “It looks important, so I figured I had to give it back to you before it fell into the wrong hands.” I added, remembering how I never saw him without it.

“Yeah, it is important…” Frankie agreed, putting the notebook in his bag. “Cool shirt by the way. I love Black Sabbath! Where did you get it?” His tone was suddenly more enthusiastic.

“Oh, you mean this one?” I gazed down at it, pulling the limbs to take a better look. “I kinda borrowed it from my brother… without asking.”

Frankie laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah, he went to a show a few years ago but he didn’t let me go with him, so I steal his shirts.” I chuckled, shrugging.

“Y’know, I’m learning to play Paranoid on the guitar, maybe I can show you!”

My eyes widened. “You can play guitar?! That’s awesome!”

“Yep! There’s a records store not too far away from here, and they sell instruments too. They’re cool, they let you practice there.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!”

“We can go there right now if you want, unless you wanna be stuck in this dump for like six more hours…” Frankie pointed at the building behind him with his thumb.

I grinned, throwing all my good will into being a good student out of the window without thinking once. “You don’t need to tell me that twice. Let’s go!”

Do you know how it feels to be wanted?

We walked across the school grounds, before coming to a stop at the boundaries.

Without hesitation, Frankie jumped and began climbing the railing, then quickly landed on the other side in a smooth movement.

“What’s that, are you walking back now?” He threw a puzzled look at me.

“No, it’s just…” I hesitated. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just like monkey bars! And I’m here to catch you if you fall.” He reassured me.

"Uhm... okay." I tried to persuade myself. I attempted to imitate him by jumping and gripping the cold metal. Then, I pulled myself up, landing my feet on the horizontal bar, and carefully raised my leg to turn my body on the side. Now I was astride the railing but I didn’t know what to do next.

The boy was looking at me with his arms open. “C’mon, jump!”

“Uh-huh…” I lifted my other leg, bringing it to the other side, but I must’ve slipped with my feet as I let go of the grille.

“Oh shit, careful–” I heard Frankie say, as I landed right in his arms, making us tumble on the concrete.

“You okay?” Frankie asked.

I looked at him. “Yeah… are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“Sorry about that...”

We both burst out laughing. I had never seen him laugh or smile like that before, if not at all. It warmed my heart and made me fall for him even more.

We stood up and dusted the dirt off our clothes before walking side by side. Our hands brushed a few times, and every time that happened, I turned away, like my heart wasn't beating out of my chest.

“We’re almost there.” The boy enunciated after what seemed ten minutes of strolling.

We took a turn, and then another, until we halted in front of a signboard with a giant vinyl disc on it.

“I’m taking this is our destination.”

“Yup.” He said, pushing the door and giving me a sign to get in.

I entered the store, looking around: there were discs everywhere and of every possible genre. 

“Hey, Frankie! What’s up?” The clerk - a blond, long haired guy with lively eyes, smoking a cigarette - greeted him with a smile. “I see you have company today!”

“Yeah, it’s a friend from school. Y/N, he’s Bobby. Bobby, Y/N.” Frankie looked at me, then he gazed back at the man.

I waved at the shop assistant, who smiled back, then my eyes landed on the rock section, and my legs guided me there, looking for an album that looked interesting.

Meanwhile, Frankie approached the encounter to speak with Bobby. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could sense they were talking about me.

A few minutes later, Frankie was by my side. “How do you like it so far?”

"Oh, I'm in love with it." I replied while still staring at the vinyls. "They literally have everything here!"

“Yeah, but the best is yet to come, you’ll see!” He replied, all buzzed up. “Hey, Bobby! Can you bring out the guitar? You know the one!”

"On it, my man!" The clerk saluted Frankie in response. He then vanished behind the staff-only room.

Frankie nodded at me, telling me to follow him in the back of the shop, where all the instruments were. I stared in marvel and wonder at all the shiny guitars and basses that were hanging on the wall: some were in solid colors, some had a glittery finish, some had weird but fascinating patterns. It was like paradise.

Bobby came back to us with a red Les Paul SG, the same model Tony Iommi used. “Here you go, Frankie.” He quickly made sure the guitar was tuned, plugged it to the amp, and handed it to the boy. “Now, shred!” 

Frankie slipped on the shoulder strap, picked up a pick, and started playing. I watched his fingers run across the fretboard, singing and tapping my foot as I remembered how the song went: “Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind!”

“People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time!” Frankie sang along, smiling at me.

“Hey, you have a great voice, Y/N!” Exclaimed Bobby.

I felt myself blushing. “Thanks…” I tucked a hair strand behind my ear.

“It’s true!” Frankie added, as he stopped playing. “You’re hired as my singer for when I’ll make a band!”

“You wanna make a band?” I asked, trying to shift the attention on him rather than on me.

“Oh hell yeah, I’m gonna be a rockstar one day!” The boy said. “I have a lil’ something I’ve been working on…” He put away the electric guitar.

I gasped. “You already have a song?! Please can I hear it, pleeease?”

Frankie grinned, taking an acoustic guitar that was near him and sitting down on the amplifier. He picked the strings to quickly tune it, then he began with an arpeggio, changing chords every now and then. It was a sweet but melancholic melody.

“You know he’s gotta get away…” Frankie opened with the singing. “To the merry-go-round and round…” He shot a glance at me. “Count the times that he laid awake at night thinkin', am I goin' down now? Am I goin' down? Am I goin' down now, mmh?

“That’s all I got for now.” He said, putting down the instrument. “I’m writing the second verse at the moment… How’s it sound so far?”

“That’s amazing, Frankie! I love it!” I shouted with excitement, clapping for him.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Frankie smiled humblingly. “But maybe we should go, now.” He stated, getting up from his seat.

We walked towards the exit.

“Thanks, Bobby!” 

“No problem Frankie, you know you can always come here to practice!” The man replied cheerfully. “But don’t forget about me when you’ll become famous!”

The boy chuckled, as he opened the door. “I won’t, I promise.”

We left the records store.

“That place is rad, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I definitely wanna come back! I spotted some bands that looked cool…” I replied, thinking about all the records I wanted to buy just for the cover alone.

“Maybe one day you can come over and we can listen to my record collection. You’re the only girl I know that likes heavy metal.”

“Really? They don’t know what they’re missing out on, then…” I said, thinking about the fact that the girls would’ve missed out on winning Frankie’s heart rather than the music itself. But if anything, that could’ve gotten rid of any competition and maybe, just maybe, there could’ve been a sliver of hope for me to get together with him… or at least kiss him.

“That’s what I’m saying! But they all think it’s just noise... Heavy metal is not noise, it’s art!”

I nodded in agreement. “You’re so right!”

We wandered around aimlessly for a bit.

“Oh, ice-cream!” I exclaimed, pointing at the ice-cream parlor at the end of the road. 

“You want one? I’m kinda in the mood for it too…”

“Yes! Wait, let me see if I have any money…” I said, searching in my pockets. All I had was two quarters.

Frankie showed me his money too: a dollar and some cents. “Yeah, I think that’s enough. Let’s go!”

We ran to the shop and got ourselves some ice-cream (I’m pretty sure the woman behind the encounter thought we were a couple), then we continued to walk around.

“This is so good.” I said, biting my ice-cream.

The boy nodded. “I really needed that! Hold on, you have something…” 

“Wha–?”

He stroked my cheek with his finger, before putting it in his mouth.

I looked at him, flabbergasted. He gazed back with a shit-eating grin.

“If you wanted a taste you should’ve just asked!” I protested, trying to hide the tremble in my voice.

“Yeah, but I like to do things my way. It’s more fun!” He giggled.

“Whatever…” I let out a chuckle. What was that about? Does he like me or does he just want to mess with me?

Our gazes kept meeting and our hands kept brushing against one another, until I gained all the courage I had in my body and intertwined my pinky with his.

Without saying a word, Frankie responded by taking my hand, interlacing our fingers together. I felt my heart racing: I couldn’t believe that was happening. I looked up to him, noticing a smile curving his lips. If before it was ambiguous whether he liked me or not, now it was confirmed that my feelings were reciprocated.

Skipping school was the best decision I’ve ever made, I thought.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked at some point, noticing that I’ve never been to that part of town.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t go that far from school actually… Wait,” Frankie looked at me, with a glint in his eyes. “I have an idea.”

Gimme a Piece of Your Action

Frankie grabbed me by the wrist and started running, making me trip on my feet at the sudden movement. "Where are you taking me, rockstar?" I wanted to know, but he giggled instead and replied: "You'll find out soon enough!"

We stopped in front of the church. Frankie loosened the grip on my arm and looked around. He then started moving again, beckoning me to follow him to the back of the building. I did what I was told, still a bit confused about what his intentions were. He was up to no good, for sure, but I couldn't have ever in my life guessed what was about to happen next.

We took a moment to catch our breaths, leaning against the church ground's fence, inhaling deeply and glancing at each other, smiling in complicity.

The sun was making the boy's eyes sparkle, transforming his emerald pupils into little pieces of golden ember. 

"Say... how flexible are you?" Frankie asked out of the blue.

"I, uh... I took some ballet lessons when I was seven, if that's what you mean-" That question caught me by surprise, and I let out the first thought that I had in mind. "Why do you ask?"

Frankie snickered, "Uh, no reason, no reason". He pulled out from a small, rectangular leather casing a handmade cigarette, which looked... thicker than regular cigs and was closed at the top. "Care to have the honor?" His eyes lit up again, with that strange light that was so uniquely his. It was the appetite for danger.

"What...wher-" What is that? Where did it come from? I didn't really know which question I wanted to ask first.

"Mmh-hmmm?" He raised his eyebrows. "Yes or nooo?" His tone made me think he wouldn't have accepted the second option as an answer.

"Look, I don't know Frankie, I never smoked weed before..."

"There's a first for everything." He replied promptly. "Come on, just for this time?" He once again offered me the joint by raising the hand with which he was holding it toward me. He even tilted his head back a little, letting the sunlight pass through the shadows of the trees and kiss his olive-toned skin and his ginger hair once again.

I looked at him, I looked at the blunt, and then I looked back at him again.

Fuck it. 

I finally took it in my hand, with an "Oh hell yeah!" and a 32-toothed grin of enthusiasm from Frankie, who immediately searched for the matchbox in his pockets.

With a swift movement, he lit up the match, scratching it against the rough part of the box, and carefully leaned it on the joint. "C’mon, take a puff!"

I put the handmade cigarette between my lips and inhaled. I felt the thick smoke filling my mouth, and at that point I didn’t know what to do, so I coughed it up, grasping my chest.

Frankie let out a giggle. "Sorry, I should’ve taught you first."

"You jerk!" I accused, pushing him, which made him chuckle more. The smile that curved my lips betrayed my words of dismay.

He gestured to me to give back the blunt, and I obeyed.

The boy took a long drag out of it, making it seem like the easiest thing in the world. "Woah, this shit’s good…" He murmured to himself. He looked at me with his lively, sparkling eyes and a hint of a smile on his lips.

He leaned closer to me, his breath caressing my skin. All I could see were his cat-green eyes now. I closed mine as I came near him, until our lips touched.

Frankie stared at me, stroking my cheek with his free hand, smiled, and pressed his lips against mine, this time with more energy, which caught me by surprise. I responded by opening my mouth, allowing his tongue inside. My brain was like itching, and my heart was thumping out of my chest, leaving me breathless, but I just couldn't get my attention off that kiss.

Frankie let go, giving me a chance to regain my breath.

"You feel that?" He asked.

"Feel what?"

"The weed. Did you feel anything while I kissed you?"

"I mean… I think so, it felt like..."

"...Like your brain was tingling?"

"Yes!"

He laughed as he took another drag. "You see, you need to breathe the smoke in… and then exhale with your nose… Otherwise, you’ll choke. And remember: small puffs if it’s your first time. Give it a try." He said this, giving me the joint back.

I tried to follow his instructions; it went better this time. It felt… weird. My muscles relaxed, and my vision was slightly hazy.

I looked at Frankie and busted out laughing for some reason. He laughed along with me.

Frankie leaned in for another kiss, one hand on my hip and the other arm wrapped around my shoulder. Everything was enhanced: I could detect the flavor of his mouth, the movement of his tongue, and all of my body's feelings. A delightful sensation rushed down my spine, weakening my knees. I kissed him back while wrapping my arms around his neck to support myself.

As he drew me closer to his body, he became more forceful and passionate. Our hands began to move back and forth and under our clothes.

Then Frankie came to a halt.

"Do you wanna do it?" He asked me in a soft voice, breathing heavily.

My heart was hammering in my chest, and I was undoubtedly blushing significantly. "Do… do what?" Part of me knew what he was talking about, but I wanted a clearer answer.

Frankie burst out laughing. "Well, you know..." He started speaking, innocently tipping his head to the side. "The thing that makes babies." He gave me a wink.

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Seriously?! Right here, right now?"

"Oh, no no no," he responded, waving toward the church. "In there."

My eyes widened. "You wanna have sex in the church-?!"

"Shh, don’t yell!" He placed his index finger in front of his mouth while looking around.

"What if they find us?!" I attempted to tone down my voice, but I couldn't hide my surprise or fear.

His eyes were twinkling with that unusual light — the light of someone who craves a taste of risk.

"What about that?" I inquired, pointing to the joint Frankie was holding.

"Forget about it; we can save this for later." Frankie muttered as he stuffed the blunt into his small leather case. He took my hand in his and pulled me closer. "Now all I want is you, Y/N." He whispered in my ear, his voice full of desire. That sentence sent shivers down my spine and accelerated my heart rate. The way he sounded so desperate to have me in that moment drove me insane, making my knees weak...

"I want you too, Frankie…" I finally said.

He kissed me with a smile on his lips. "C'mon, let's go in."

Frankie took my hand, and we went around the church grounds to search for a secondary entrance: it was too risky to use the main door when we needed to be sneaky. We stopped at one of the side naves, looking at each other. It was Frankie who pushed the door, which, with a bit of effort, opened with a slight squeak. My heart was beating faster and faster. It suddenly hit me that Frankie would’ve taken my virginity, and in a church of all places!

We stepped inside, looking around. Fortunately, no one was there.

"Now, where should we go...?" Frankie murmured pensively.

"I don’t know... Wait!" Suddenly, I had an idea. "The confession booth!"

Frankie had a broad grin on his face as he glanced at me. "You’re a genius!"

We walked through the building's main hall.

"Oh, I'm going to hell for this..." Frankie exclaimed when we approached the confessional.

"We both are!" I pointed out.

"Right…" He cast a peek at me. "At least I’ll be in great company, then!"

We laughed together.

"Is this your first time doing it at a church?"

"It's actually my first time at all," I admitted timidly.

"Really? Are you sure, then? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to…" He took my hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb.

"Oh, c’mon, we got this far. It’ll be a fun memory to have." My exhilaration had entirely overcome any anxiety I had at that time. It was quite unlike me to let go of all my inhibitions.

Frankie tightened his hand around mine and smiled. "After you, m’lady." He said, opening the door.

I entered the confession box, followed by Frankie, who looked around one more time and closed the door behind him.

"Huh. Kinda tight in here…" He commented.

I had to agree. And it would’ve seemed even tighter for what we were about to do.

I let myself fall onto the tiny bench.

We were so close that we couldn't see anything except one another. Frankie went in for a kiss, which quickly became frenetic touching and heavy breathing. He crouched for a better position, and our hands found themselves under each other's pants. As we kissed, I could feel Frankie's lips curving with a smile. I heard him quickly unzip his jeans, but I didn't dare to glance down, instead concentrating on running my fingers through his hair and caressing his tongue with mine.

"Oh my God..." Frankie exhaled, taking a deep breath.

"What... what's going on?"

"I'm getting so fuckin' hard, man!" He burst out laughing. "Do you... Do you wanna see?"

I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks. "Uh... sure."

Frankie reached between his legs. His bulge was visible through his jeans. He slowly slipped his hand below, then gently tugged his pants down, showing his erection.

My eyes widened in astonishment and curiosity as I saw him in all his glory. I extended my arm almost reflexively and brushed his moist tip with my finger, making it bounce.

Frankie let out a faint gasp.

"You’re that happy to see me, huh?" I grinned at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I guess…" Frankie giggled. Despite the poor lighting, I could swear I saw him blush for the first time since I met him.

He placed his hand on mine, making me wrap my fingers around his shaft, then guiding me in an up-and-down motion, feeling him twitching and seeing him bite his lip.

"Oh God… Yes, just like that, baby…" Frankie moaned softly.

I picked up the pace with my hand. "Is it… Is it good? You like it?"

He nodded, his lips parted, and his head was thrown back. Seeing him like that was the hottest thing in the world, and at that moment I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, making me weak at the knees.

I pulled him closer by the shirt collar with my other hand and started kissing him, who promptly kissed back with far more impetus and passion than I expected, moaning and groaning inside my mouth.

Frankie parted from me. "Can I see yours?" He asked, in between breaths.

I agreed with a beck of my head. 

He instantly gripped my hips, pushed me forward, and yanked my jeans down. Then he put his hand between my legs and rubbed my underwear gently with his thumb. I let out a moan and covered my lips, almost shocked at how loud I was and nervous that someone would hear me.

Frankie looked at me, chuckling. "Damn, you’re soaking!"

"Is it… is it good?"

"Not only is it good, it’s actually great." He assured me, pulling my panties apart. "Oh shit… you look delicious!"

"What do you—? Ahh!"

Frankie buried his head between my thighs, licking me. I don’t know what he was doing with his tongue, but it made me feel weird in a good way. I tried so hard to be quiet and restrain myself that I bit my fist to hold back my moans.

Frankie raised his head, looking at me with a big smile on his face. "I was right." He said this, licking his lips like a kid who just had his favorite treat. He looked as happy as one, too.

"Th-Thanks." I said, smiling back.

He climbed up my body, pushing two fingers inside me. "I wanna fuck you so bad…" He muttered, his lips brushing against my ear.

That sent shivers down my spine and made my head spin. I went hunting for his lips until they touched mine in an intense kiss that made my heart race as he drove his fingers quicker and I groaned in his mouth, bringing him closer and masturbating him in turn.

Without breaking the kiss, Frankie moved in front of me, removing my pants and spreading my legs.

"Please, be gentle…" I said, as he teased me with his tip.

He nodded. "I’ll try."

Frankie carefully inserted himself inside me and began thrusting in smooth movements. He let out a deep sigh, biting his lip: "Oh my fuckin’ God, you feel so good…"

I could feel my insides slowly stretching out and my breath getting heavier with every thrust. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would— just a little.

"How does it feel for you?" Frankie asked. "Is it good?"

I nodded, feeling my whole body get warmer. "Go faster."

A 32-toothed grin formed on his face. "So you really like it, huh?" He picked up the pace, gripping my waist tighter and lifting me from the seat.

I could feel my hips bucking up as his movements became faster, making each thrust go further within me. I was a panting mess, trying so hard to be quiet, but a few higher moans slipped away from my mouth.

Frankie was groaning too, telling me how tight I was and how good it felt, lifting my shirt with one hand and squeezing my breast under the brassiere, which made me yelp loudly. He smiled, then leaned closer to me and kissed me aggressively, like an animal feasting on its prey, grunting in my mouth. He smoothly pulled out, reaching for my back with his fingers and fumbling with the hooks of my bra.

I could see him getting frustrated, so I offered to help, but the walls of the booth were so tight that I could barely bend my arms to reach for it.

Then I saw Frankie pull something out of his back pocket: a switchblade knife.

"What are you–?"

Frankie cut the bra in half in a swift move. I could feel myself blush as his eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest. I covered up with my arms instinctively: I always felt insecure about my body.

"Hey, I was looking!" He objected, shoving my hands aside. He stroked his fingers across my nipples, then leaned over and sucked and bit on them, making me gasp. "You're... so hot...Y/N…" He murmured, in between licks and bites. I was getting chills from his warm breath on my skin. "I think I’m getting hard again…" He rapidly put himself into me again and began pounding harder, faster, and deeper, shaking the entire confessional, unconcerned about being noisy.

I got careless as well, moaning and yelping louder, calling his name, my chest bouncing with every movement and thrusting my hips against his, feeling my insides getting tighter and tighter, my head getting dizzier, and my whole body getting hotter.

We kissed one more time and gazed at each other.

"Tell me when you’re about to… y’know." I whispered. "I wanna taste you."

Frankie nodded, smiling. "I was close." He gently drew back, put me down on the bench, and stepped back.

I wrapped my hand around the base, which was warm to the touch. "Just so you know, I never sucked a di-"

"Oh, don’t worry, I’ll teach you." He moved a strand of hair aside from my face. "I’m sure you’ll do just fine."

I started by licking his tip and tasting the precum that was dripping from there. It was something I couldn’t define, somewhere between sweet and sour. Then I went down on him, sucking and licking, going up and down with my head.

"Yes, like that... You’re so good…" I could hear him say it as he gripped my hair tight.

I quickened my pace, catching my breath every now and then. I could feel him twitching inside me. A warm fluid spurted from him, flooding my mouth and throat. I recoiled, nearly choking, my mouth full of it. I swallowed it all with effort.

"Wow, you’re just amazing…" Frankie exhaled, coming closer and kissing me, running his fingers through my hair. 

The sudden sound of a door closing interrupted us.

The boy turned towards the noise. "Shit… We need to get outta here. And fast!"

I agreed, quickly dressing myself while he fixed his pants.

Frankie slowly opened the door, peeking out. I held my breath for what seemed like an entire minute.

He glanced back at me. "Coast is clear!" He said, as he stepped outside.

We came out of the confessional booth as quietly as possible and rapidly crossed the church.

“Hey, you two! Don’t think I didn’t notice you coming out of there!” A voice from our backs echoed between the tall walls of the church.

“Oh no, it’s the pastor!” I exclaimed.

Without looking back, Frankie grabbed my hand and we dashed back to the door through which we had entered, fleeing behind the church's yard.

“I think he’s coming for us.” He told me, catching his breath. “We should split up.”

I shot a glance behind me, then I looked back at him. “You’re right.”

“It was the best date ever, Y/N.” Frankie gave me one last, rapid kiss. “We’ll pick this up later. Now go!”

Before I could even process his words, we separated and ran on opposite sides, avoiding the pastor by the skin of our teeth.

#sinner writings #mötley crüe #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx fanfiction #btw i'm an italian raised catholic so sorry for any inaccuracies #literally the least qualified person to write about american highschoolers fucking in churches #but i did my research for churches with confessionals in the us so dont come at me for that ok #everything about the school i picked from the game bully and ned’s declassified school survival guide #and my knowledge about life in the 70s well… i just went with my instincts for that one #i quickly brushed the first 21 for the timeline and technically nikki was already expelled at this point but for plot purposes he was still #in school #but do we care???? of course not this fic is a completely self indulgent catastrophe #made for the sole purpose to have two kids fuck in in a church #and if that part was executed well then nothing else matters #also while writing this i noticed that all my fic work so far has to do with something at least slightly illegal #like the drugs the underage sex the gigolo thing… #hmm. #also lets pretend i did not idealized nikki for the sole purpose to romanticize him bc im not ready for that conversation #i like to think that despite not paying attention in school he was clever and just didnt want to put effort in #as well as i like to think that he didnt always treat women like trash especially if he genuinely liked the girl #also he probably didnt write merry go round at that time but its plausible given the history of that song so lets pretend he did #and one more thing: yes nikki is ginger and i stand by that #thats why he is the Way he is

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Mask of Sanity

Aviable on AO3

Fandoms: Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx

Word count: 2.5k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, drugs & violence; underage (implied) sex; non-con; exaggerated drug-induced psychosis. Proceed at own risk

Summary: Nikki goes batshit insane. Again. 

A/N: I first started writing this around when I was reading American Psycho, which was like, back in April 2021? It was my first smut ever and it made me cringe with every word I wrote down lol but looking back at it now, I think I didn’t do that bad of a job. For this reason, in fact, I promised myself I would try to finish it, years later. In conclusion, if you can read this you’re very lucky

I wanted to imitate both Ellis and Nikki’s writing style with this, and i used nothing but sheer will, fantasy and a quick skimming of the heroin diaries as my resources (other than American Psycho itself of course), so if its not accurate or you think i could've wrote it in a different way please bear in mind that i will not accept criticism, constructive or otherwise, at this hour. thanks <3

Knock. 

«Comin’» I enunciate from the other side of the room as I sniff up the last line of blow I put down on the bathroom’s counter.

It must be that chick the boys told me they’d send my way once they finished with her. I'm still not sure why I didn't want to join them in the fun... I told them I just wanted to be alone, have some peace and quiet. Yet, I’ve been pacing back and forth my hotel room the whole fucking time like a rabid mongrel in a rusty cage that is too small. I’ve downed maybe five Halcions with half of a JD bottle and a quarter of an eight-ball and it’s only 2 am. My brain feels like it’s running a hundred miles an hour and at the same time the outside world looks like it’s melting in slow motion just before my eyes. I'm starting to hear voices again. To hell with peace and quiet.

Knock knock.

«Ya, ya, I’m coming!» This is annoying. What’s the fucking rush?

I raise my head up taking a deep breath in. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I try to relax my face muscles in order to not look like a complete lunatic. I exhale and roll my eyes; I give up: I don't think it’s working.

Knock.

Jesus Christ, do you want to get murdered?!

I move across the room with long strides. I feel my whole body jittery, my hands are shaking. I open the door abruptly. 

«Is this… Are you...» The chick looks both surprised and shocked. 

Shiiit, they fucked her up. She can’t stand straight without leaning on the door jamb, her voice is shaking, her makeup and hair is all ruined, her clothes half torn, her skin has been covered in bruises and God knows whose bodily fluids. She doesn’t look the age she wants to pass as.

«Sixx, yes.» I nod, cracking up the best smile that my mental state allows me.

She relaxes and clears her voice. «Tommy told me you were all alone, so… I thought I could pay you a visit» She smiles, raising the bottle of whiskey she had in her hand, trying to be as charming as possible. She gazes me up and down with her big shiny eyes. Rhinestone crystals drowned in alcohol.

I shrug. «I could use some company.» Thanks, T-Bone!

I wasn't planning to have anybody join me in my descent to madness, but something awakened in me as I glanced at this girl’s now ruined innocence. There's something so arousing about her desire to be completely destroyed and be a disappointment to her parents that I can't just back away.

I open the door wider to let her in. I check the hallway to make sure if there’s anybody else. «Are you alone?» I ask. 

«I mean, like, I came here with Vicky but I think she either passed out or choked on Tommy’s cock? I don’t think there’s any point in waiting for her...» she blathers.

«Don’t worry,» I wrap my arm around her shoulders. «You’re gonna do just fine…» 

The door closes behind us.

Cut.

I look at her as she strips in front of me, slowly, sensually, without breaking eye contact. Her movements are clumsy due to her drunkenness, but that’s what adds to her uninhibited charm. 

My vision gets hazy all of a sudden, as I watch her dance in slow motion, probably looking like somewhere between mesmerized and fucking stoned out of my mind. Yet, I feel restless, and I start to feel the instinct to jump onto her like an animal with its prey.

I get up from the bed and pick her up by her bare waist in a swift movement, which made her yelp in surprise. I throw her back on the mattress, rip the rest of the rags off her body and start going down on her, gently pulling her labia apart with two fingers and sucking on her clitoris and licking her juices. The girl bucks up her hips and moans in pleasure. I position myself better on my knees, then I pull her closer to the edge of the bed, grabbing her by the waist and making her spread her legs more. I press my hands down on her thighs, hugging her lap, and I bury my face into her heat. I lap her pussy up and down, groaning like a dog in heat, thrusting my face into it, going from wide licks to tracing small circles around her clit and penetrating her with my tongue, sucking off all her fluids that are pouring out like a delicious fountain of youth. I feel her losing control of her body, thrusting her hips against my face as she moans louder and I go faster, until my jaw hurts and I remain completely breathless.

«Please… please please please keep going!» she begs.

 I raise my gaze to her for a moment. I can hardly make out the silhouette of her biting her own fist. My mind is foggy, I can barely form coherent thoughts. But the whispers… Those are clear. I try to ignore them, concentrating on the task at hand of making her a slave to lust.

I bury my face between her legs once again, penetrating her with my fingers and tongue.

The girl’s moans and whimpers are slowly getting louder and higher in pitch, blending together with the voices in my head. I feel her getting tighter around my fingers, until she squirts all over my face.

«S-Sorry…» She murmured.

I stare at her for a few seconds. I let out a laugh, licking my lips.

I climb over her body. «Ready for round two, baby?» I whisper in her ear.

«Uh-huh…» She nodded.

Suddenly, I am hit with a wave of dizziness. My head is spinning and my fingers are tingling.

As I get up, I am met with a confused gaze.

«What are you…?»

«I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t move.» I winked at her.

I slam the bathroom door behind me, breathing heavily. I am sure I am about to throw up, but that satisfaction of vomiting your guts out never comes. I decide to take a line of zombie dust, so that if I do something awful to the girl, I won’t have the memory to regret it afterwards.

Cut. 

I enter the bedroom, where the girl is still laying in bed. I grab the Jack I left on the bedside table, and take a good swig of it, feeling it burn inside my throat. I hand out the bottle to her, in a “You want some?” gesture. She gladly accepts.

«Have you ever done blow before?» I ask her, as I sit on the bed and she drinks.

The girl shakes her head.

My eyes widen. «Didn’t Tommy share with you?»

«Nope.»

«Well…» I get up, pulling a bag out of my pocket. «You’re in luck, ‘cause I’m feelin’ very generous!» I grinned. I want to ruin you so bad...

She gasped in joy. «You’re the best, Nikki!»

I quickly prepared two lines to sniff, one for each of us.

Cut. 

I’m on top of her, fucking her tight pussy, grunting and panting like a beast. Her hands are all over me, and my back is covered in scratches. My mind is racing at a million thoughts per hour and I can’t grasp a single one of them. All I want in this moment is to fuck her, ruin her, use her, reduce her into a mindless sex toy for my own pleasure. I hear voices that I don’t know what they’re trying to tell me, I see shadows in the corner of my eyes that I don’t know what or who they belong to. Her moans are the only thing that snatch me back to reality, but soon even they become faint and the voices are more insistent.

I pull out.

The girl tosses a disappointed look at me, with languid eyes. «Nikki…» She stretches out her hand, trying to pull me closer. «Why did you stop…?»

With a jump so swift even I got surprised by my own mental alertness at that moment, I grab the girl by the jaw moving closer to her.

«Ask for it. Beg me. Say my name.» I demand grinding my teeth.

She swallows and has fear in her eyes. «Please. Please Nikki, please I beg of you» She lets out in a small voice.

I strengthen the grip, lifting her chin. I let out a beastly breath in her ear: «Not. Enough.»

She stares at me, her eyes wide in terror.

«I SAID NOT ENOUGH!» Nikki punched the girl with brutal force, making her scream in horror. He was breathing heavily, eyeballs out of the sockets in shock. A trickle of blood started running down the girl’s nostril. A drop of translucent fluid dropped on top of it. Nikki brought his hand to his face: it was his saliva. He was drooling like a rabid dog.

Nikki had his grip tight on her neck, and kept hitting her, making the blood flow on her face and her porcelain doll skin break, until her screams stopped. 

Nikki let go of her throat, his breath short from the violent frenzy. He looked down at his trembling hands, the knuckles stained in red, then he looked at the girl. Admiring the bloody mess on her face, Nikki felt his whole body tingling with an undefined sensation: he had a rush of adrenaline, horror and ecstasy all at once, but he wasn’t completely sure if those were the right sensations, the right terms for what he was perceiving. The voices were getting clearer and louder, telling him to do horrible things to her.

Nikki touched himself, to then enter inside her, and began thrusting.

The girl was slowly coming to her senses and as soon as she noticed that Nikki was violating her, she started screaming, kicking and pushing Nikki away with her hands, who promptly blocked her mouth with one hand and pointed his switchblade knife at her throat with the other. «Shh-shh. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, trust me…» He whispered, with a smile that hid the devil. 

Her eyes were filled with tears in supplication, her body paralyzed in fear.

Nikki forcefully pushed himself inside her. «You like that, huh?» The whole bed shook. Muffled sounds came out of her mouth. The blade touched her skin at every thrust. «You like being fucked by me until your insides hurt, don’t you?» He rammed once more and there were more suppressed cries.

He stopped for a moment and leaned closer to her: «Answer me.» Nikki breathed, baring his teeth. He pressed the knife against her jugular, cutting her skin. A trickle of blood streamed down her throat and chest.

The girl shook her head. Her whole body was trembling.

«Wrong answer.» He stabbed her in her stomach, making her cry in desperate pain like a wounded fawn.

Nikki traced a bloody line with the blade on her pale skin, stopping at the height of her heart. He could feel her breath accelerating more and more under his knife. He shot a glance at the girl, who had her eyes wide and pleading, with tears running down her cheeks, faint whimpers coming through her covered mouth.

«No one can hear you scream, you stupid slut.»

Nikki raised his armed hand.

The sound of the blade slicing through flesh.

A silent scream.

Blood gushing out of the girl’s breast.

Nikki pulled out the knife from the girl’s chest, and dug inside the wound. With the help of his switchblade, he ripped out her skin like fabric and then her heart, still pulsating, and observed it with fascination; he felt its warmth and weight in his hand and then he licked the blood dripping from the torn arteries. It tasted like death. Then, he dropped it to his knees.

Cut.

I wake up in the bathroom, with a massive headache and generally feeling like shit. I barely remember why I am here in the first place… I try to recall what happened a few hours before, but in vain. I take a glance at the toilet: it’s filled with vomit. Huh. Must’ve been a wild night. Getting up, I notice red stains all over the sink. What the hell…?

Suddenly, my heart is racing, my palms are sweating and I am scared to look at what’s behind the bathroom door, left ajar.

With a deep breath, I gather all the courage I have in my body, and I open the door.

Jesus Christ…

I slowly enter the trashed room, carefully, warily, like if there were landmines all over the pavement. There are red pentagrams and writings all over the walls. A real, human heart is taped at the head of the bed. Then, I see it: the body of a girl, lying lifeless on the mattress.

«What the hell… What the fucking hell!» I scream, recoiling against the wall, horrified at the realization of what I’ve done.

Knock knock knock.

«Sixx, get the fuck up! We have to leave in ten minutes!» Doc’s voice from the other side of the door made me have a fucking heart attack.

«Uh… Yeah, I’m coming, gimme a minute!» I try to sound as relaxed as possible but my heart is pounding in my throat and my voice is quivering. Just then, I realize my hands are still covered in blood. I quickly go to the sink to wash them, but they seem to never come clean. I come back to the bedroom, and I throw the windows open.

I need to get rid of this body.

I wrap the blood-stained bed sheets around the girl, almost throwing up from the anxiety and the smell and the guilt that are all eating me inside out like flesh-eating beetles. I pick the corpse up and bring it to one of the windows.

«I’m so sorry I did this to you.» I whisper, with tears in my eyes and a despaired tremble in my voice.

I throw the body out of the window.

I open the door of my hotel room and I am met with Doc’s stern gaze.

«You look like death. What happened?» He asks, squaring me off.

«Oh, nothing.» My eyes wander somewhere behind his shoulders. «Just a bad trip.»

I don’t think he bought it.

«Whatever, get your ass in the main hall.» Doc steps aside to let me come out of the room. «We have an important interview this morning: behave or I’ll send Fred to kill you.» He looks at me in the eyes, stressing the last words.

«Can’t promise anything.» I mumble.

«Excuse me?»

«I mean… Yessir.»

«Good boy.» He gives me a pat on the back and starts walking.

I follow him, glancing at the room one last time. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down, but I can’t shake off the sensation that someone is watching me behind my back.

#sinner writings #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #mötley crüe fanfiction #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #yes i have serious problems i know #and i am ready to have all the shit thrown at me for that #and i cant blame you. however. i have my reasons okay. and sometimes those reasons are hhhrrgghnnnh insane men covered in blood........ #anyway to those who are as deranged as me: enjoy <3

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Alexi's Art/Fics/Poetry masterpost

AO3

Ko-Fi

Mötley Crüe

Art

demon!Nikki (based on @arnold-layne 's fic "Ex Malo Bonum")

Christmas comic

Vince (based on @tattooed-lies 's fic "Add it up")

Nikki as a Caravaggio painting

A very cool portrait of Nikki made with water and salt

Tommy sketches

Vince sketches

"God Bless the children of the Beast" pt. 1 (demon!Terror Twins portraits)

God Bless the children of the Beast pt. 2 (demon!Vince & Mick portraits)

Old ass Nikki portrait

Old ass Crüe fanart

Baby boy. Baby (Nikki w a dog collar sketch)

Tommy portrait (inking and shadows practice)

Run. (Tommy piece based on this fanfic on AO3)

City Boy Blues

Mötley taröts

stripper!Vince

Birthday moodboards

Vince

Mick

Tommy

Nikki

Fics

Terminus (See you in Hell) cover art playlist (Nikki's last moments before taking the extreme step. tw for suicide and drug abuse)

Mask of Sanity (inspired by American Psycho. Nikki has a bad trip and uh... shit happens. tw for sex, drugs & violence)

Rebel Rouser (Nikki Sixx x fem!reader. set in the 70s, reader has a crush on frankie and they skip school together. tw for underage sex)

To: my future self (Nikki writes a letter to his future self. tw for depression)

Sumthin' for Nuthin' (a series where i took the concept of gigolo!Nikki and ran with it)

Ep. 1 (Vinikki) (tw for homophobia and smut)

Ep. 2 (tw for smut and light bdsm)

❗Ep. 3 (tw for smut (who wouldve guessed) and public sex among other nasty stuff)

The Dogs d'Amour

Art

Tyla sketches

Tyla in his own art style

How come it never rains?

Tyla portrait

Jo Dog

Bam Bam

Planetary Pied Piper

Pourin' Out My Heart

Digital remakes of two of my faves

Prose

Thoughts on Tyla

My Chemical Romance

Art

All Hail the Rat King (Gerard)

Gerard short shorts sketches.jpg

Gerard clown outfit sketch.jpg

Sailor Senshi Gerard!!

You Must Fix Your Heart (tattoo flashes)

Can You Stake My Heart? (vampire!Gerard sketch)

Frank Iero nosebleed.jpg

American Gothic (Gee+Frank)

Bonus:

I hope I die before they save my soul (Frank fanart)

Edits

The Foundations of Decay (tw religion)

Cringe is Dead and I Killed Her (glittery edits of Gerard, Frank & Ray)

Poetry

To: Gerard Way

Other

Art

Angels don't Kill (Children of Bodom)

Raw Meat = Blood Drool (The Editors)

Lani Sparks as St. Sebastian (requested by @junkyardromeo)

Moodboards

LA PAURA DEL BUIO (Måneskin)

Poetry

.untitled.

Stomachache

Deadname

#sinner talks #this took me like an hour lmao and its gonna be such a pain to edit as i post more #maybe i'll make a masterpost only for my ocs to make this one slightly shorter but not right now #anyway thanks for taking a look now i need a cigarette and a snack

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Learning ink and shadows is a pain in the ass, but at least i can choose my models

#sinner art #motley crue #mötley crüe #tommy lee #motley crue art #it's incredible how easy it is to me to draw the crue dudes #like it just comes so natural

[the-sixxth-sinner]

A Frank Iero study 😵‍💫

#sinner art #mcr #my chemical romance #frank iero #this was actually an assignment #to choose a model for drawing heads in various positions practice #and of course i had to involve one of my obsessions #he doesnt look the same person in any of these lmao but i tried my best following my teacher's method #i like the profile the most tho #the front looks like a beatle i dont know why

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Fuck it. Send me a prompt and a ship and i'll write/draw you a little something

#sinner talks #could be about the crue or about the bandits i dunno. maybe the guns as well #ill try at least ill try #both as in ill try my best and ill try finding the time