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Crushes [’You and I’ Side Story]
Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Female Reader
Author’s Note: Takes place before the events of “You and I.” I was driving through Hollywood and saw a cute couple that reminded me of these two. So thank you, random strangers.
Nikki exhaled as he closed the door behind him. He was relieved to be home after a somewhat mediocre gig.
London was slowly but surely losing its edge. He could feel it and mentally, he was preparing himself for the eventual breakup.
He made his way into the bedroom, setting down his bass. His head turned to see Y/N curled up in bed, hugging his pillow. He smiled, throwing off his shirt.
He knew she felt bad that she couldn’t make it to the show. She worked a double at the diner for the second time that week, exhausting her. He told her there would be other shows. He wasn’t so sure now, but either way her rest was more important.
His pants hit the floor and he kicked it away. He lifted the blanket and crawled under the covers. He threw an arm around her waist, moving his body closer to hers.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard whimpering.
Her whimpering.
He opened his eyes, hoping she was having a sexual dream. But then he noticed the scrunching in her face and realized he needed to step in. He leaned up and gently shook her.
“Babe, babe, babe,” he coaxed her.
Her eyes shot open as she let out a sharp gasp. Her hand was on her chest and he moved closer to her, putting his hand on hers.
“Hey, it’s ok,” he soothed her. “Babe, look at me,”
She turned her head to him as he pulled her into his arms.
“You’re ok,” he assured her, kissing her forehead. “You’re safe.”
She let out a final sigh. “Fuck.”
“Bad dream?”
“That’s putting it lightly. One of the scariest dreams I’ve had in a long time.”
She leaned back onto the pillow, the palm of her hand rubbing her eyes as if that would take away the memories of her dream.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers carding through her hair. “It’s over and you’re safe. I promise.”
She looked over at him, flashing a small but grateful smile. She moved her body to him, snuggling her face into his chest and letting the smell of sweat, cigarettes, and Jack Daniel’s soothe her.
He smirked. “I can think of one way to get your mind off it.”
He leaned his head down to see her smirking back at him. “Nice try, Sixx.”
He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head again. “Worth trying.”
She hummed in agreement. If she had woken up on her own without a nightmare, maybe.
“How was your gig?” she asked.
“Eh, it was a gig,” he replied with a shrug. “We were good. The band before us fucking sucked though. They were a bunch of KISS wannabes which made it worse.”
“You don’t like KISS?”
“I thought they were cool when I was a kid, but they didn’t stick with me like other bands did.” He glanced down at her. “What about you?”
“I had a big KISS phase.”
He paused. “That…somehow does not surprise me. Did Gene Simmons’ tongue do it for you?”
“No, but Paul Stanley did.”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Really?”
She looked up at him. “You judging me, Sixx?”
“A little, yeah,” he snorted. “I wouldn’t have taken you to as a lead singer kind of girl.”
“I’m not,” she insisted. “I actually find other musicians who play other instruments in other bands attractive.”
A pang of jealousy hit Nikki, but he wasn’t going to show it. Instead, he smirked. “Oh yeah? Name ‘em.”
She propped up on her elbow, her eyes meeting his. “Eddie Van Halen, guitarist. You should know that considering I told you that I lost my virginity to a Van Halen song.”
Nikki made a face. “Yeah, I sorta pushed that out of my mind because I don’t like hearing there were others before me.”
“There was only one, Mr. Possessive,” she reminded him, poking his nose.
“Yeah, yeah. Ok, Van Halen is fine. Who else is there? You’re forgetting a big one.”
“I am?” she questioned. Then she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah!”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Drummer!”
Nikki’s face fell. “That’s not-.”
“Roger Taylor from Queen.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “So those are your choices? Paul Stanley, Eddie Van Halen, and Roger Taylor? You sure you’re not missing any other key band members you find attractive?”
She thought for a moment. “Ok so there is a bassist.”
“But it’s not Gene Simmons.”
“It’s not Gene Simmons.”
“Ok,” he nodded. “Tell me more.”
She rest her chin on his chest, sighing dramatically. “I don’t know if you know him.”
He knew damn well where this going, but he was down to play her game. “I might.”
“He plays for this band London.”
He chuckled. “London…yeah, I’ve heard of ‘em.”
“So he’s super sexy.”
“Super sexy? Sexier than the men on your list?”
“Definitely.”
“Ooh. Ok, go on.”
“He plays like a god. Like his talent is incredible.” She snuggled close. “He has impeccable stage presence.”
“Impeccable?! That’s some high praise, princess. What else?”
“He’s got black hair. Gorgeous eyes.”
He hummed. “Gorgeous you say?”
She nodded. “He’s also really good at comforting a girl after a nightmare.”
His jaw dropped, slapping his hand on his chest. “It’s me?”
“Surprise!” she giggled.
He leaned his head back. “Wow! I don’t know what to say. I didn’t see it coming.”
She laughed, burying her face in his chest.
“Hey Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Out of all those crushes, which one do you like the most?”
She snorted and lifted her head up. “Who do you think?”
He shrugged. “You tell me.”
“Do you need me to stroke your ego some more?”
“So it is me?!”
She rolled her eyes as he threw his head back laughing. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”
“Obviously you do since you have a crush on me,” he reminded her. “So embarrassing.”
She pulled her lips back. “We live together, dumbass.”
He kissed her nose. “For what it’s worth, I have a crush on you too.”
She hummed. “And how many other crushes do you have?”
“Just one. You. You’re it for me.”
“Until you become a big rockstar and then have groupies.”
“Nope. I’m always gonna have a crush on you.”
She snorted. “Yeah, ok then.”
His smile quickly fell flat as his dark eyes softened. “Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
The sincerity in his tone lifted warmed Y/N’s heart. She always knew he was serious about her, but every now and again, she needed a reminder that he loved her even if he couldn’t outright say it.
It was an issue she knew she would have to work on.
“And Y/N? I’m never going to let anything happen to you. I promise you’re safe with me.”
She pecked his lips before snuggling back into his chest. “I know. And I know you know you’re safe with me.”
His hand rubbed her back soothingly. “I know.”
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Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3
I saw that you have smut posted but if you don't want to write that I can request something sfw.
I'm also taking requests so feel free to message me <3
Request;
Can I have a Nikki Sixx smut where reader is Nikki's soft spot and he's an asshole to everybody but her, so when she's being a brat at soundcheck for the Dr. Feelgood tour he just takes her back to his dressing room and gives her some softdom punishment? Like praising and thigh riding and stuffs?
Thankies!! ^^
I HATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT YOU, nikki sixx.
warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjob, kisses, jealous!nikki, longfic (?), you and nikki have a long term relationship, praise, degradation, punishment.
author's note: hey bae! apologies for the delay. this is probably the longest thing i've ever written, i hope you don't mind. i don't have that much experience writing smut so I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted! also, really liked your blog:) good read, kisses<3
“— do you think...like...he's okay?” — tommy asked you, almost static as you two watched nikki argue with a random sound crew guy.
“— uhum.” — you muttered, with a carefree expression. you knew better than anyone how stressed nikki was lately. you were probably the only person who understood him, who understood how important that album was to him and how he was really trying. during the recording of the album, you waited for him at home late at night, just to listen to him and be able to help with what was possible.
even though vince, tommy and mick thought you didn't care much for his sudden humor outbursts, you were always keeping an eye on him. did you know that most of the time, he just started yelling at people on pure impulse, but still wanted to prevent something worse from happening.
and, well, the boys loved you like you were part of their “family”, from the moment they met you as nikki's new girlfriend, a few years ago, they knew you weren't like the others. you kept pace with nikki, but were still very responsible and decided, and that was exactly what he needed. the thing is: not even all that affection they had for you was able to make them not be confused by how nikki was with you compared to others. it was obvious to everyone that you were the love of his life, yet they still couldn't understand how he could be so sweet to you while being such an asshole to everyone else.
and that was exactly what tommy was thinking about when he didn't even notice the bassist approaching you two. but you notice, you took a deep breath and smiled as your eyes followed nikki's figure, relieved because he dropped the argument.
tommy winced, noticing the annoyed expression on nikki's face as he walked. before he could start thinking about the thousands of shit nikki would shout at him at that moment, he saw nikki's expression change instantly as he walked towards you.
“— hey, princess.” — he says to you as he passes by you two, not forgetting to leave a peck on your lips.
honestly, for the drummer, there was no logical explanation for what happened between you and your boyfriend. he starts to consider bringing the idea of always keeping you around to vince and mick, thinking it was the easiest way to deal with nikki.
tommy turned to where you were sitting next to him, wanting to tell you a joke about it, but you weren't there. he quickly scans the stadium and stage, trying to find you. he can see you running after nikki to the dressing room before the two of you disappear behind the curtains.
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the boys were about 20 minutes waiting for nikki, they had agreed to meet in the stage in ten minutes, for soundcheck, but all they knew was that, according to tommy, you and him disappeared somewhere backstage to make out. mick, visibly irritated, prepared to grab his guitar and head back to the dressing room when the bassist finally appeared. he seemed calmer, it was evident for the stupid smile on his face and (your) red lipstick stains on his neck. the guitarist wants to punch him for how calm he looks even though he knows he is 20 minutes late.
by the time he arrives at his position on stage, you sit in another corner of the stage, a little away from the musicians.
"— so, are we starting this shit or what?"
they went through five songs before the first break (which happened because vince said he wanted to go over some more lyrics again). nikki slung the bass over her shoulder and looked at where you were a few minutes ago, recording the soundcheck. he remembers seeing you there at the beginning of the last song, but now, you weren't there anymore.
he looked back and saw tommy walking to the dressing room. he shouted, getting the drummer's attention.
“— tommy, have you seen yn around here?"
“— nah, man. she must have gone to get some water or something” — he said quickly and went back on his way.
nikki imagined the same and didn't care too much at first, walking to his own dressing room. at least, he didn't care too much until he saw where you were. or better, who you were with. when he looked at the door, a plate with his name carved behind you and a very familiar man. evan-fucking-decker. he stood there, watching, trying to figure out the possibility of evan decker showing up backstage at a mötley crue concert and meeting you.
so, evan was like a roadie for the band for a few years, a long time ago. things kind of ended with him when he and nikki had an little intense argument. years later, at a festival, they met again, but this time you and nikki were already together. your boyfriend was at least surprised when you and the blonde recognized each other. when you were alone again, you told him you met evan as teenager, at summer camp, and that you stopped talking after he confessed liking you.
normally, nikki didn't give a shit about things from the past, like relationships and stuff like that. however, nikki remembered one time talking to evan late at night, drinking and talking about their lives. he remembered evan telling about a girl he fell in love with when he was younger. he remembered the whole story, actually, including the part where he said he hoped to meet her again someday, maybe get a second chance. maybe that memory made him think he noticed something different in evan's look at you. after that day, you met a few more times, always at music-related events, but nikki always looked sulky when he saw that man's face. until today, you didn't knew why.
“— sixx! it's been so long!” — fuck. did he really have to talk to that guy?
nikki fakes his best smile as he walks up to you both, putting an arm around your waist and leaves a kiss on your cheek.
“— hey, evan, didn't know you would be here today!” — he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible as his hand lightly squeezed you waist.
“— ah, my friend is helping with the production. decided to stop by to visit an old friend.” — evan looked at you as he spoke, blushing a little.
you laughed as nikki tried very hard not to open that dressing room door and lock himself in there with you until he left. the feel of your head resting on his shoulder may have been what calmed him down.
“— so, hm..you are...like..” — he said, looking a little nervous when he noticed how close you and nikki were.
“— yes! for three years. you didn't knew?"
nikki thanks you for answering before him. for him, it was amazing the way evan's expression changed from excitement to disappointment. he wanted to laugh, looking like a bully kid at school.
“— no..hm, i heard something about it but i didn't believe.” — he said, kinda awkwardly .
“— why not?” — you asked, laughing, like it was a joke.
“— ah, you know...” — he chuckles — “— you are kind of opposite spirits.”
you got confused. in fact, one of the reasons you were attracted to nikki since the first time you saw him, it was how you felt he was the first person who shared the same thoughts as you. how you felt understood.
before thinking of an answer, you turned to your boyfriend, noticing how silent he was. something nikki didn't know about you is that you could read his thoughts just by hearing his voice on the phone. you always knew how he was feeling, and although there were few times he got jealous of you, did you notice his grip on your waist, almost possessive, and the look at evan, almost murderous.
you thought it was funny, and it was a good opportunity to get rid of the boredom you was feeling all morning. you quickly say goodbye to evan, pushing nikki into the dressing room.
“— finally.” — he says, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch. “— i can't stand that guy.”
you laughed as you closed the door. you went to the couch too, sitting on nikki's lap.
“— i can't believe you're jealous of a guy i haven't seen in almost three years.” — you said in a mocking tone as you settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“— apparently, three years wasn't enough for him to forget you.” — he rolled his eyes, trying hard not to give in to your touch.
“— why are you so affected by this?” — you asked as looked into his eyes. “— i didn't even remember his name. i'm not his friend since i was 15. i thought you were more confident..” — you smiled, teasing him.
“— and i thought you were smarter.” — he said seriously, making you start to get annoyed at his childish behavior. “— honestly, he fucking asked if we are dating, when he knows we are, because you said it when he met us at that festival. he was literally waiting for you to say no so he could take you to the nearest bathroom and-”
“— fine! fuck it, i understood!” — you interrupted him, putting your hand over his mouth for him to stop talking — “— fucking gross, sixx.." — you said a little disgusted, wondering how he was going to finish that sentence.
he gently grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his face. “— well, that's exactly what he wants, whether you like it or not. and, you know, i'm generally not a big fan of guys who want to try their luck with my girlfriend.”
you smile and hold back your laughter "— i'm not going to argue with you because you look really cute when you get all possessive." — you get closer, leaving a few kisses on his face.
and nikki tries to maintain that tough pose, but when he feels you so close, after 20 minutes away, and knowing that now he will have to spend at least an hour without touching you, it seems like pride just disappears. nikki has always been like this with you, but only with you. it was physically impossible for him not to treat you like a goddess 100% of the time. and he saw you like that, as a point of light and comfort in his mind, he absolutely adored you.
you giggle against his skin as you feel his fingertips caress your hips. you pull away and stare at him for a moment. god, nikki was the most beautiful man in the world, you were sure of that.
his redemption to your charms is sealed by the gentle kiss he leaves on your lips. he feels like he melts with the artificial strawberry taste on your lips, pulling you closer until it's impossible to deepen that kiss any further. but it was still gentle, the way he held you by your waist, or how he smiled when he felt you moan softly against his lips, it was gentle.
you wish it had lasted longer. in fact, if you had known that the conversation with evan would take up so much of the time that you and nikki could have been making out on the couch, you would've said goodbye before. but you only realized when mick's angry voice sounded through the dressing room.
“— seriously, sixx, feel free to get into yn's pants AFTER the show ends, preferably”
you realize that nikki is ready to shout some childishness at mick, but thinks it's not worth it. you two would have more time after soundcheck, right?
before he says anything, you grab his face and kiss him again. less time consuming, sweet enough to make him forget whatever he was going to yell at mick.
you get off his lap and he kisses you one last time before going back to the stage. a simple goodbye that can't hide how much you both wanted to not care about any of that and can simply extend that moment.
★
"— who's that?” — nikki heard tommy ask, but didn't even bother to answer.
actually, tommy didn't care, but he was a little worried about nikki. he saw the bass player standing still for the last 10 minutes after the sound check was over. he thought nikki was going to run into his arms, but he was just staring at you talking to some random guy from afar.
“— ...nikki?” — tommy put his hand on nikki's shoulder, surprised when he felt the bassist walk away abruptly in your direction. confused, he just turned around to sort out his own things.
so, contextualizing, maybe you felt a little bored after a long 20 minutes of lying on the couch and listening to the band practice. I mean, not that it was boring. you loved life on the road, and loved accompanying the boys on tour, but you just didn't do much more than watch the boys all day before going back to the hotel.
it started as a silly joke, you thought nikki didn't even notice. you told evan that you were sorry for saying goodbye so hastily, he just laughed and said he understood. you said a few things to see if he would continue the topic, which he did without hesitation. so, you weren't sure how long you had been here, briefly listening to everything evan was saying, nodding your head to pretend you were paying complete attention as you let yourself catch your eye on nikki on stage from time to time.
you caught him staring a few times, which was the only reason you stayed where you were. you thought it was funny that nikki thought nvan liked you, because besides thinking it was stupid, all you could think about was how impossible it was. he was a nice guy, but wasn't even close to being your type.
In fact, you weren't so sure you thought he was that nice when you felt something akin to relief at being pulled away from him. the weak grip of nikki's hand on your arm, pulling you back to the dressing room, makes you laugh as you look at your boyfriend's serious expression.
“— baby, what's that?” — you say, laughing softly, knowing that nikki's temper wouldn't last long.
and he doesn't answer you, just opening the door and slipping into the room with you again.
"— no, sincerely, what the fuck was that?" - he lets go of your arm, sitting on the couch while rubbing his temples.
"— it was your girlfriend talking with someone, stupid” — You said, testing his patience. you weren't trying to be mean to nikki, you were just interested in the consequences that would bring you.
“— oh no, don't act innocent. you weren't even paying attention to what he was saying!"
“— how do you know? you weren't there!” — you say, holding back a laugh.
ge leans back on the couch, looking at you. “— because not even when you try can you take your attention away from me, right?"
you smile and cross your arms, walking towards him. you slowly sit on his lap, searching for any trace of calm on nikki's face. the depth in his greenish irises is what makes you want to go all the way. you feel his hand go up from your knee to your thigh, you place your hand on top of his, caressing the tips reddened from the bass.
“— you are terrible at teasing” — you both laugh as you adjust yourself on his lap, facing him.
“— really? it's not how you reacted...” — you smiled mischievously as you felt his hands running around your waist.
you know you have what you wanted when you feel the hunger of his lips against yours. the desperate way he squeezes your waist, pulling you closer, wanting more. you moan against his lips during this, feeling the pressure of his leg against your intimacy as he guides your body closer to his.
you immediately feel like you should have held in that fucking moan, because the next one is even louder, when nikki purposely presses her thigh against your clothed pussy again. despite the layers of your clothes, the warm feeling that spreads through your body is not light and it makes you want to cry knowing that he would still tease you for a while longer.
"— that's what you were thinking this whole time, baby? all needy...” — he laughs. you try your best to focus on what he was saying, but you just can't. you feel your body needy, fighting for more contact with nikki's, at a point where it's all you can think about.
you run your fingers along the zipper of his pants, trying to undo it, but is interrupted by nikki's hand patting yours, scolding you.
“— uh-huh...not yet” — the smile he gives you says enough, he wants to see how far you'll go for this. honestly, you could kneel down and beg at that point, but along with the excitement, your ego stayed with you at that moment. "— i won't touch you yet, pretty thing. i want to see how you will relieve yourself now.”
"— nikki-” — you pant, not sure if you can handle his teasing right now.
“— what, honey? did you think i was going to give you everything so easily?” — he took your hand from his crotch, bringing it to his lips and leaving a chaste kiss. “— you will show me that you deserve it first. actually, we both know you don't, hm? but I'll give you what you want anyway, I'll just make you beg a little”
and that's exactly what he does, in that way that he knows turns you on. the cynical look and that provocative smile that never leaves his face as he follows your every move.
he has fun with it all. you let out a whimper of dissatisfaction as you grip his shoulders, revolted by the idea of having to reach your own climax even when your fucking boyfriend was beneath you.
you started with quick movements, using all the strength your sensitive body had at that moment to continue the movements up and down nikki's thigh.
you're sure that with every inch your sex travels against his leg, you get more wet. you try to hold back your moans, wanting to show some control in the situation, but it is impossible. you feel small at nikki's look, frustrated with how he was managing to control himself.
he controls himself well, biting his lip while an arm is around your waist, he looks serene despite the fact that he's holding himself back from ruining you on that couch.
and it was hard to control himself while you looked such a beautiful mess on him. the messy hair, the lip gloss smudged on the corner of the mouth, the shirt strap falling off your shoulder (which made him groan softly when he realized you weren't wearing anything under your shirt)
he could feel the tightness in his own pants as you moved more intensely, listening to the pornographic noises you made. he was sure he could hear it outside the dressing room, he just didn't really care. it wasn't like you could just let yourself care about it now, too busy pleasing yourself.
you pressed your face against nikki's neck, slightly muffling your moans, not like it helped. your whimpers turned into long moans, full of need. nikki understood why your moans became even louder against his skin, noticing how you are trying even harder to move.
“— what, princess? got tired of rubbing yourself like a little whore on me?" — he said mocking.
panting, you hold onto him tightly when you stop moving, feeling your pussy dripping with excitement. he leaves a slap on your ass before grabbing it, his big hands not being gentle at all as he brings his lips closer to your ear.
“— that's what you are, right, baby? my desperate little whore..."
you nod your head. “— i am.” — you whisper. It's funny to see how you struggle to hold onto his words, all to show yourself as his possession.
that's how he made you feel. his. his girl. his whore. all his. and this feeling you gave him, the feeling of possession, of having you, it was the purest confirmation that he was yours just the same.
"— you are, huh?” — he laughs. nikki's hand goes behind your neck, making you look at him. his gaze is deep as he brings his thumb to your lips, slightly parting them to stick a finger in your mouth.
you moan as you run your tongue against his finger. he trails kisses from your chest to your neck. then from your neck to your cheek, stopping at your earlobe.
“— get on your knees for me, princess.”
he takes his finger out of your mouth, lightly patting your cheek before leaning in to kiss you again. he kisses you hungrily, deeply, you reciprocate with the same intensity.
when his lips leave yours, you both know what's going to happen. he leans back on the couch as he watches you get off his lap and kneel between his legs. he smiles at the sight, stroking your hair as you look at him.
"— such a beautiful little thing..."
you don't want him to notice that you blushed at his comment, quickly turning her face and looking at his pants, undoing the zipper. his cock was visibly marked by his already tight leather pants. you hurry to take off his boxers.
you push the tip to your lips, giving kitten-licks while stroking the rest of his length. the moan that nikki lets out sounds relieved. he closes his eyes at the warm feeling of your tongue touching his member.
it doesn't take long for you to take all of him in your mouth. your hands rest on his thighs as you hum against his dick, feeling the tip going deeper, your tongue running from the tip to his balls. you were trying to take it slow, not choke, but your boyfriend didn't contribute much.
despite the loud moans, he wanted more. you were caught off guard when he grabbed your hair to press your face against his crotch, making you gag. you close your eyes and let out a soft moan that is muffled by his cock, trying your best to take deep breaths through your nose, the tip hits deep in your throat. You open your eyes when he softens his grip on your hair, pulling you back before rubbing the dick against your lips.
you moan and lick everything he puts within reach of your tongue. he lets you take a deep breath before pushing his cock into your mouth again, again and again.
“— fuck, that's a good girl. such a good girl for me, princess. taking me so good..."
you hear him moan as he fucks your mouth. you roll your eyes in pleasure at the sensation, feeling a little saliva drip from your mouth to your chest.
“— i'm going to cum so hard in that little mouth.” — he says, feeling the orgasm getting closer and closer. "— my fucking little slut, waiting for me to put you on your place.”
and you like being treated like that, you both know. going from a princess to a whore, making you feel even wetter every time he degrades or praises you.
all that hits you is nikki's loud, hoarse moan as you feel something hot running down your throat. he finally lets go of your hair as you feel his taste invade your senses. it's something fine between sweet and savory, but you couldn't say you don't think it's delicious.
“— so good, princess, so fucking good..." — he says breathlessly. you feel a hand caress your cheek before patting nikki's thigh, inviting you to sit there again.
you gather some strength in your body before practically throwing yourself on nikki's lap. he laughs and hugs your waist before pulling you closer, kissing you again.
he kisses you gently, making you whimper against his mouth every time he makes a move to deepen. the kiss is long, it allows nikki to feel his own taste in your mouth. when he pulls away, you lay your head on his chest.
the tip of your nose rubs against his neck, smelling a soft scent of men's cologne that comforts you and turns you on even more.
“— love you so much, my baby” — he says docilely as his fingertips run from your thighs to your crotch. “— did so good for me”
nikki's simple validation can make you groan, pleased with yourself for taking away his bad mood. “— love you more.." — you say as you lift your head to look at him, your noses touching.
your next kiss is still slow, but not like the other. it's wet, almost sloppy and you both can feel that sexual tension burning through your skin. you moan against his lips when you feel the tip of his finger passing between your legs, caressing your pussy through the fabrics.
“— needing some attention, right, princess?”
he feels your head bump against his shoulder as his hand runs down your pants. fuck, you're going to make a huge mess before this show even starts.
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Nikki Sixx x reader fanfic? Can be anything :)
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pairing: nikki sixx x fem! reader
summary; overcoming addiction is hard, especially when you feel like you're in an overwhelming, somewhat lonely place.
contains/warnings; substance abuse i think, nikki relapsing, slight angst?, etc.
authors note; HIIII TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I really hope you like this, I honestly didn't know how to end it and it may be all over the place, I haven't written in a WHILEEEEE. also theres some hidden message in the but i cant put it into words rn lolol!
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moet et chandon decorated the large, wooden cabinets of the dining room, making it look beautifully elegant and sophisticated. the variety of random desserts and pastries made her think of marie antoinette's famous but factitious phrase 'let them eat cake!'
[name] hummed, carefully fixing the flowers in the vases which sat in the middle of the long dining table. it was unlike any other gathering or party Nikki and [name] had ever hosted or gone to. it was unlike the usual rock 'n' roll scene filled with endless booze and random naked women.
as the people began to arrive, the atmosphere was extraordinarily nice. people well versed in etiquette filled the room, cigar smoke lingered throughout the air. nikki shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking around, somewhat nervous. it was unusual of him to be so quiet, so reserved. a small smile spread across his face upon seeing his wife 'in her element'
yet, nikki felt as if he didn't belong there, it was too calm, too relaxed for his liking and what he was use to.
just before the dessert was served he excused himself, walking towards the stairs of his rather luxurious house. nikki entered the master bedroom, opening the multiple dresser drawers frantically searching, for something that would take these feelings away, heroin.
he grasped the medical grade needle, leaning against the bed, ripping the cap of the needle off. nikki opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, grabbing a somewhat long piece of rope, tying it around his upper arm. nikki took a deep breath, sighing in ecstasy as the needle and the continents of the needle flowed into his veins.
nikki laid his head down against the mattress, closing his eyes. [name] felt somewhat confused, nikki had been gone for far too long. she pranced upstairs, pulling the hem of her dress up as to not step on it. sounds of vomiting could be heard from inside the master bedroom, she knew exactly what that meant, exactly what nikki had been doing.
she quietly entered the bedroom, leaning over and glancing into the connected bathroom. nikki's head hung over the toilet bowl as he once again began vomiting, it was the aftermath of the heroin. [name] glanced down at the ground, picking up the discarded needle, throwing it into the trash can by the vanity.
the loud and unexpected sound of the needle clashing against the metal trash can scared nikki, he haphazardly stood up, his expression filled with worry as he spotted her sitting on the surprisingly neat bed. nikki had broken his promise.
on the day of their wedding he promised he would quit and even go to rehabilitation, but now he had broken his promise and it seemed to have shattered her heart. nikki cautiously inched closer to her, attempting to somehow be able to explain the situation.
"[name] I...." he was caught off by her abrupt movement as she tilted her head up to look at him, though the look om her face did not radiate anger nor frustration, it radiated disappointment but she also seemed somewhat understanding. "why nikki..?" she questioned, her tone was soft and once again the disappointment was evident.
he looked down at the carpet before looking back up at her, sighing before he parted his lips, beginning to speak. "I felt overwhelmed, I didn't know what to do. I felt like I didn't belong there.."
a calm and sophisticated scenery was not what he was use to, it made him feel like an outsider, a weirdo.
nikki glanced back down at the carpet, he excepted her to lash out at him, scream at him for slipping up, but she didn't, instead he felt her arm wrap around him securely and lovingly, he laid his head down on her shoulder, sighing.
[name] seemed to somewhat understand him, her hand gently caressed his upper arm before she freed him from her grasp, speaking once again. "I know quitting isn't easy, and as you begin sometimes you'll slip up unintentionally." she glanced over at the doorway, sighing deeply before placing a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
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Mick Mars x Reader
Nsfw Headcanons
A/n: for my pookie -🖤
Mick can be so sweet and gentle but be so rough at the same time. If his actions are rough, then he's all in your ear telling you how good you are and how good you feel. But if he's giving you soft slow thrust he's saying things like "my slut" "you're just a toy aren't you baby?"
Mick doesn't favor praise or degradation simply because he loves the way you react to everything he says. He likes the way you struggle to respond to him because you think you need to.
Mirror sex>> with Mick behind your trembling body and every time you look down or start to unfocused he's grabbing your hair all the way to the root and pulling your body back into his "I thought I told you to look at me while I fuck you."
We all know Mick likes younger women, and I feel that to a certain degree, he would start to feed into and encourage your daddy issues.
Causal dominance with Mick. If you're trying to get something that's just barely inaccessible, Mick is coming up behind you, trapping you between the counter and cabinets. "Let me get it, honey," he whispers into your ear as he grabs whatever you were trying to reach.
I think he likes giving and receiving, Mick honestly doesn't have a preference for either. He loves watching your teary eyes look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and force yourself down onto his cock. But Mick also loves the way you look trying to desperately grab at the sheets as another one of your orgasms is drawn from you expertly.
Watching Mick up on stage and feeling your panties slowly start to get wet, and the worst part? He knows, too, and he'll wait until the last moment to finally give in to you and give you what you need.
After a long day at practice <<Helping Mick de-stress by taking him to your bedroom, massaging his shoulders and back, then sitting in his lap, and kissing all over his face until you eventually press a chaste kiss against his lips. Your hips experimentally grind down in between heated kisses until both of you can't take it anymore.
If Mick had to pick a favorite position, I feel like he would say cowgirl. He likes being able to watch you do it by yourself, or he can change his mind and grab your hips, and pick his own pace.
I feel like you would finally decide to tease him back, and it would backfire so badly. Mick would've been rilling you up the whole day. "Innocent" touches on your thighs, moving you by your hips as he presses his hips against yours, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. Until you've finally had enough and instead of waiting until your home, you waited until the Crüe was all in one room to sit in Mick's lap "come home, please daddy" you smirked starting to kiss his neck. (I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;)
Mick would be settled between your thighs, two of his fingers stuffed deep in your aching cunt until you're crying out repeatedly how you're going to cum. And as soon as he's done pulling your orgasm from your tired body Mick is towering over you pushing the same two fingers inside your mouth. Your foggy mind does nothing but accepts the two wet digits as you swirl your tongue around them until there's nothing left.
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Make it Hurt
Minors DNI 18+
Nikki locked the door, pausing in the entryway to hear any sounds to see if you were awake. When he was greeted with silence he sighed, licking off his boots and trying to keep his disappointment in check. He could use one of your hugs right now. The way you’d throw yourself at him, saying his name with that shrill of excitement that never seemed fake. But he was the one who was late.
A flight from New York that had been delayed because of a snow storm. Originally you had planned to meet him at LAX after a week and a half apart, you were excited to be reunited but when he called you from the pay phone to say that he wouldn’t be home until maybe tomorrow you had agreed to stay home. Nikki didn’t know that you had cried when he hung up, touch starved and desperate to be with him. It wasn’t just him that could use a hug.
As a kindergarten teacher you didn't share the same exciting rockstar life as your boyfriend did but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your share of drama. Where his was splashed on the cover of Cream magazine yours showed up in different ways. The mom at drop off reminding you again that her son was special and needed the extra attention when in reality he needed more at home support to help him catch up or Cindy who opened her lunchbox and closed if just as fast when she realized that it wasn’t full. You had given her your sandwich and reminded yourself to start packing extras. There was Kevin witb the chipped front tooth that you had thought happened from an accident but after meeting his parents at Tuesday’s meet the teacher night you had called in the school social worker realizing it was not.
Nikki had been stressed about the album, mixing a record and you had been stressed about how parents could forget about their kids.
He climbed the stairs, pushing open the bedroom door, where he saw you laying on top of the sheets. Still in a pair of dark denim jeans and a button down plaid shirt, he knew you must have spent your Saturday at the school working on your classroom for the week. He admired your dedication for your job but he also worried that carrying the lives of so many children around was breaking your heart. You were a damn good teacher, loved your kids but he worried That you loved them more than you should, cared about them and Carried them around so it was too heavy for you.
Seeing you now, passed out from exhaustion in the clothes you had worn all day made Nikki feel like he needed to have you take a break before you got hurt.
He made his way over to you, hands going to the buttons of your jeans and tugging the buttons through holes. You muttered sleepily, turning slightly as he moved with you, tugging your jeans down. Your eyes flashing open as you felt his hands on your feet tugging them off.
“Nikki.” He couldn’t help but smile as you said his name, tossing your jeans towards the hamper as he laid on you, loving how your arms reached for him to pull him into you.
He had needed this.
The way your lips pressed against his in a deep, long kiss, arms and legs wrapping around him as he let himself bask in your presence. This was what it was like to be loved and wanted. The way you clung to him, not letting him go as he pressed you into the bed, both of you seeming to be in sync as you thought more.
“I’m here.” He was stroking your face as you tugged his t-shirt over his head, silver chains rattling as they fell back against his chest, “No need to rush, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” But your eyes were raising up, meeting his in a frenzied want.
“I just need you to be closer. I just need all of you, now.” The soft desperation in your voice had him groaning, moving with you as he slid the buttons through holes and pushed your shirt apart.
His hands skimmed your stomach, up your breasts and down as they pulled the nylon of your bra down. Hands cupping and mouth lowering to kiss the skin. He wanted to ravish you, make love to you until the pair of you were so tangled and lost in each other that where one of you began and the other ended was so confusing That you two were just considered one being.
Your shoulders shrugged, the shirt and bra coming off as your hands moved to his head, fingers tangling with the dyed black hair as you fisted the locks, watching the way he looked up, eyes on yours as he playfully nipped at the bar in your belly.
“Tell me what you want.” He expected you to push his head down as he teased, maybe to see the soft blush of your cheeks as you asked him to make love to you but that was not what Nikki got.
“I want you to fuck me until the only part of me that hurts is the spot between my legs.” He froze at this, pushing himself up to search your eyes for an explanation but you weren’t looking for an argument, you wanted results, “please, Nikki. It’s been so hard here and I just need to not have to think of anything. Just take away the thoughts, please.” The desperation and begging, giving him a job only he could do fueled Nikki.
You needed him and he needed you.
Maybe he should have talked to you more, found a solution to the ache and stress but he was sliding your panties off, fisting his cock as he guided it towards you. He wasn’t moving as quick as you wanted and you reassured him by sliding forward, hips twisting so he was flat on his back and you were on top of him, pushing him girth inside of you with a push of your hips.
His mouth opened,Hands going to your sides as he watched you, hands on his stomach as you adjusted your thighs on each side of his torso and rolled yourself. Usually you took your time and let Nikki help you and guide you but tonight you were too desperate fo wait. Upu we’re riding him, Hard and fast, pussy squelching as he watched you with fascination. It was like you were possessed. Trying to lose all the stress and pain of the week on top of his cock.
“Angel, slow down or I’m not going to last.” He was wanting you but your hair was thrown back, fingers twisting with the locks as you bounced. Nikki grinding his teeth as he swiped his thumb over your clit. There was no way you were going to slow down for him if you were in this mood.
He could feel your pussy, already squeezing as you bounced and rode him. You needed to cum to, have that blackout feeling. Nikki rolled, surprising you as you hit the mattress. He pressed your legs up and apart, bending you like a pretzels as he went so deep you saw stars, fucking you how you desiered to be fucked.
“Please.” You were so close and he knew you would explode. The sweat was as coming down his neck as he held your waist, fucking you, balls slapping at your ass as you laid splayed onthe bed for him.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me.” You nodded, reaching to pull his lips against yours, kissing him as you exploded, body warming and contracting as you arched up and into his arms, letting Nikki hold you as you came. His cum mixing with yours as he laid the pair of you down, the sheets around you as you’d both gasped for needed breath.
Your eyes on his as you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, smiling as he held your open thigh over his, reaching patterns on the skin as he sucked in the cool night air.
“I’ve missed you.” You admitted, smiling as he kissed your shoulder blade.
“I missed you too, Angel. But I’m here now and I’m ready to make up for lost time.”
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Mick and John 5, paswg style!
#mick mars#john 5#mötley crüe#motley crue#robin's art adventures#this has been in the works since i posted about the mick and john being 2 sides of the same coin thing lol#not as cool as i had imagined it'd be but here it is at least ✌
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Seven minutes -> Nikki Sixx
Summary -> 1975, you never expected to see an old classmate at a party especially be locked in a room with him for seven minutes.
Warnings -> says his old name once, making out but nothing too bad,
A/n -> I’m working on my request but I really wanted to right something for Nikki
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Your intention was not to kiss him, but fate was chosen for you. You only live once especially just being seventeen, high school is either one of the shitiest, or the best years of your life. Your peak. No matter how bad it is, you’ll always remember those high school party.
Underage drinking, skinny dipping in the pool, people hooking up left and right, and stupid party games. You laid on your bed reading with the bright light from your new candle you had gotten earlier. You looked up to the sound of knocking, “go to sleep soon ok?” you nodded as she closed the door. No way, Linda said their was a party downtown.
You blew out your candle and climbed out your window. You would take your car, but you decided to ride your bike; just so your parents wouldn’t hear the car. You chuckled remembering the story your mom said how she got sneaking out with your grandmas car when she was in high school. Yeah, you’re not making the same mistake.
You finally pulled up to the house, wasn’t too long of a ride. But they lived on a hill, you put your bike near a bush hiding it and walking to the porch. It was a really nice house.. it was one of those houses that had big glass windows, maybe four bathrooms and a nice pool. Kids were coming in and out of the house you can tell it’s gonna be a god party by seeing red plastic cups.
You walked inside it was crowded with people you even saw two people making out on the stairs while two people were trying to get by. You walked down the hall to the kitchen and noticed Linda standing near the counter talking to someone, she may look like the sweet girl who makes cookies for a nursing home, but man she can party. “Linda!” I yelled out walking to her, she turned and started waving at you and gave a signal to go over.
You walked over too see that she was talking to some guy with a stubble who stood next to another guy with long brown hair. “Hey!” She yelled over the loud music before squeezing you into a hug. “This is Jasper, the guy I told you about! And this is his friend Nikki!” ‘Jasper’ hands were crossed as he gave a awkward wave. You looked at Nikki and pointed to him, “oh yeah I remember, we had a class together last year.. Frank!” He gave a shy smile, nodding his head looking down an the floor.
“Yeah.. I go by Nikki now.” He said looking back at you and you nodded “cool.” He nodded back as some girl grabbed Linda shoulders from behind. “Come on we’re playing spin the bottle!” You looked at Linda as she nodded grabbing your hand. You looked at Nikki, he looked back confused you shrugged following her.
You followed Linda into the living room, three guys were moving the small glass table while two girls started sitting on the floor. Linda sat down and you sat next to her. Next thing you knew their were a bunch of people that made a circle. You didn’t know the guy that sat next to you, you saw he had a letterman jacket and you could smell the alcohol on him.
You looked forward and saw Nikki in front of you as you smiled at him. “Whoever spins the bottle and whoever it’s pointed at has to go upstairs in the master bedroom for seven minutes.” People started whispering to each other until one guy got up and spun the bottle. The only bad part about this game is having too fully wait those seven minutes.
It’s already about forty minutes into the game, and the only interesting thing that’s happened is two guys getting each other. “Who’s next?” A blonde girl asked, your guessing that it’s the host. You looked forward hearing the sound of laughter, you saw Jasper laughing throwing Nikki’s hand up. He quickly shoved his hand down, “no give it a shot.” The blonde girl said getting up and passing him the bottle.
You couldn’t see his expression from the girl blocking your view, but his expression said it all s as she walked away. He crawled to the center and spun the bottle. The bottle spun slowly in suspense as it started to slowly stop.. to you. You looked up at him in shock, same as him. “Go on love birds!” The blonde girl said as Linda gave you a slight shove to go.
You two walked upstairs with the blonde girl leading the way. She pulled out a key and opened the door, when she opened the door you saw two girls making out. Making the blonde girl laugh loudly as the two ran out. She held out her hand as a motion for us to get in. The bed was huge taking up most of the room. You noticed the decorations wooden bed, a wooden desk and you even saw a deer head in the corner of the room. It would’ve creeped you out but it made you chuckle because someone threw a bra on it. You got in sitting the the corner of the bed and he sat next to you. The girl chuckled “have fun..” she said smirking closing the door and locking it.
“Seven minutes!” She yelled outside the door walking away. You sighed at the awkward tension in the room, you looked at him. “I’m sorry.. I know you didn’t want to do this…” you said maybe to relieve the tension. He shook his head “no it’s ok.. I’m happy it’s you rather than anyone else.” Your eyebrows furrowed is confusion, “why?” You said looking at him.
“Well.. you’re nice, I would’ve hated if I got someone like Michael..” he said shyly. He’s not wrong tho, Mike was a real asshole. “Well.. I’m happy I’m with you too.” You said smiling at him moving closer to where your knees were touching. “So.. why are you here?” You asked him as he took a sip out of his red cup, you didn’t even realize he brought it. “Free jack.” He said bluntly putting it on the wooden nightstand.
“Wait are you drinking straight up Jack?” He nodded as if it’s nothing making you chuckle. “That’s badass.” You said without even thinking, he shook his head “you’re pretty badass yourself.” You rolled your eyes. “Not even..” you said chuckling and he nodded “you are, like at the diner how you make those badass doodles.”
You looked at him in confusion, “how did you know that? I would’ve remembered you, I would’ve said hi!” He nodded, “I’ve only been there a couple times.. but you’ve never served me before.” You gave him a look, “that’s crazy.. I have to give you my number so I can tell you when my next shift is.” He gulped nodding, “I’ll.. I’ll definitely go then.” He said smiling.
You nodded smiling, “well, I’ll be waiting then..” you just realized how close you are too him, you can smell the booze on his lips. You bit your lip, you want to kiss him but at the same time you don’t know if he dose. He closed the gap kissing you slowly, almost like if was hesitant. You leaned more into the kiss you wrapped one of your arms around his neck and cupped his cheek.
You leaning in the kiss making him assertive, he put his hands on your hip and you slowly put your back on bed. You put your arm that was on his neck and wrapped your hand in his brown hair. He got a boost of confidence and started kissing you harder. You moaned in the kiss brushing through his soft hair, you opened your eyes and saw he was staring at you.
You freaked out and pulled away fast, making him think he messed up. “What— what’s wrong?” He asked slightly scared. As you started giggling, “nothing wrong, I wasn’t expecting you too have your eyes open..” you said still giggling. “I’m sorry..” you shook your head, “I know you have definitely kissed someone before.. just relax.” You said before kissing him again making sure his eyes closed.
Your have still tangled in his hair cupping his cheek. He moved his hands down to your ass fondling with them as you gave out a shocked moan. For him being so nervous earlier he sure is getting more confident. He pushed his tongue inside your mouth making you moan again.
He pulled away from you making you open your eyes gasping until he started kissing down your face. You picked up your head as he started sucking on your neck making you moan softly. “Nikki..” you moaned out. You can feel him marking up your neck. He moved his face and you saw his flushed face heavily breathing making you smile.
He smiled in confusion “what?” You shook your head. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize how pretty you are..” he rolled his eyes. “I should be telling you that.” He said before kissing you again. But this time it was slow and sweet. He pulled away again, “you want to know a secret?” He asked still out of breath.
“What?” You asked smirking amused. He bit his lip smiling. “I remember..” he stopped to chuckle making you scoff and gently nudged his shoulder, “what? What do you remember?” Your asked bending your elbow so you can stare at him. He sighed before staring back at you, “remember how you said that last year we had the class together?”
You nodded, you drank but you didn’t drink that much to not remember that conversation forty minutes ago. “I remember.. how much of a crush I had on you in that class.” You looked at him in shock and confusion, “really?” You asked softly making him nod. “I remember I saw you reading.. and seeing you in a ‘Black Sabbath’ shirt, and I thought you were the prettiest and sickest girl I’ve ever seen..” you two chuckled. “And then I found out you had worked at the dinner.. I only went two times, and one of them you weren’t even working.” He bit his lip debating on if he should keep going but he saw how happy you had gotten.
“And when I was there when you were working you were on break.. and I sat in the booth near the door, and I saw you sitting on the table close to the employee door. I was gonna walk up too you but, you looked so peaceful, just drawing your heart away. I felt like a creep for staring so I just left.”
You shook your head “you should’ve said hi, I would’ve been so happy.. and I don’t think you’re a creep.. the opposite even.” You said smiling at him cupping his cheek as he smiled back. You pulled him in again kissing him passionately. You giggled in the kiss going back to laying on your back.
Then the door slammed open as you gasped getting up. You saw the blonde girl again with Jasper and Linda. “It looked liked you two had fun.” Linda said it in a teasing way. Making you roll your eyes standing up, same with Nikki. “Are you two going next?” You asked to Linda and Jasper as she nodded.
You nodded too grabbing Nikki’s hand to walk out the door. “Oh wait,” Nikki said making you stop before your fully out the door. “Is it ok if I leave already?” Nikki asked Jasper as he nodded. “Have fun!” Linda said to you as Nikki grabbed your hand again. “You too!” You said before blondie closed the door.
“Where do you want to go?” Nikki asked making you think, “I could go for some pancakes at the diner.” Making Nikki chuckle kissing you. “You read my mind.”
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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
!! disclaimer before we start this girliez !!
it's gonna be a multi-part fic
it's based on the movie (i read about the band's and nikki's life, but it'd be complicated)
fem!reader will be half russian and half of another nation (you can insert yours here)
it's gonna have some TW parts as cussing, drugs, sex, miscarriage, depression so please read with caution!!
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.
word count: 2.308k
trigger warning: cursing, pole dance, smoking
1981, hollywood, sunset boulevard
♡ 𝐘/𝐍 ♡
the fake lashes tickled her eyes as one of her colleagues helped her to ruffle up her hair, well, if you can name the other girls who pole dances with you in a night club 'colleagues'.
"i fucking hate this shit" she muttered, putting lipstick on her lips. jessica, the girl who helped her shrugged her shoulders.
"when you're done with that, you can go off with a guy. old men pays way much more then the broke, skinny rock and roll wannabe-ones."
"it's a good idea jess, but i want to use my young years, and maybe get a normal relationship." y/n knew that this decade had its own fuckboys, just like the teddy-boys in the 60s with long coats and hair with much gale, and the hippies in the 70s with those fucking irritating and bad-looking flares and too much color, and now... they had log hair, black clothes and bulked up with studs, now just on their clothes, but on their face, too. sometimes it was fucking disgusting, even worse than punks, but other times, it was pleasant dig into a boy's long hair while he ate her out.
"your choice, baby. two minutes and simon will come in, so prepare yourself." simon was the guy who talked with them; when to go to the stage and when their shift ended, handing out the girls' 'salaries' to them, always in cash, of course. dancing here wasn't her first option; y/n wanted to go to somewhere, where an audience could tell that she had a good voice, or just tell her to fuck off, getting into dancing and singing, acting universities were difficult and expensive to get in. but since she had to pay the bills in the house she shared with two other girls, collecting money wasn't that easy.
in two hours, she was dancing in the big area on the counter, letting men tuck money into her panties and throw it in the front of her legs. shaking and crawling her body to the music, she almost completely shut the world out from her own world. at least she could dance, and she liked dancing, as soon as...
a bolting light shone through the bar. it was impossible to miss that is was a camera light. what the fuck, she turned and saw a couple of guys standing there, making pictures in front of where she was dancing.
"the guys will be so jealous when they're gonna see this! okay, brad, could you-"
"what the fuck do you think are you doing?" y/n stopped dancing, getting their attention.
"just making some pictures, don't worry, babe."
"don't fucking babe me! you can't take pictures here, do you understand?" she hollered, climbing down from the counter.
"could you take a picture about us with your friend in the back? or could you call down her?"
y/n snatched the camera from them.
"if you don't fuck off, i'm gonna trash this piece of shit."
"i'd listen to the girl." two other guy stepped in, they had long hair just like the rockers they probably listened to. one of them, the curlier and brown one carried a drumstick with himself, tucked into his belt.
"sorry, but what the fuck are you?" fuckface brad's one friend asked him.
"just a guy who walks in here from time to time and doesn't break the rules."
"i don't fucking care, could you please go away? we have to take some pictures, give me back that shit!"
"this?" y/n asked, looking at the camera, then, with her heart stomping in her chest, she trashed it down to the ground, breaking it into thousands of pieces. the fuckfaces got shocked.
"are you fucking mad?!"
"you deserved it anyway", the drumstick-boy's friend said, but the next moment, y/n got a punch into her face, crashing into the counter where people stood before it. looking up, she felt something warm running down to her lips, but instead of crying being hurt, she grabbed the nearest bottle she could find, breaking it, she successfully scratched the boy's arm.
"fuck you!" she screamed, aggressively waving the bottle in front of her. "fuck off, right now, motherfuckers!"
"y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" simon got in the picture. y/n looked around; some of the guests and jessica stared at them, the rocker boys stopped punching the other two guy as she fretted the third of them with a broken bottle. "if you do it again, you are gonna get fired!"
the girl looked at him, laughing, grabbing as much as money she could.
"yeah? then you won't gonna get the chance to fire me, because i quit! fuck you, simon, and fuck everybody in this craphole! i'm done!" screaming, she walked back to collect her things. not saying a word to anyone, carrying her clothes and her wallet, she walked beside simon, pushing his shoulder with hers as he tried to talk with her. but now, she was mad and unstoppable.
"you can never go back here if you quit now!" simon yelled to her as she stood at the door, now everybody staring at them.
"you know what simon?" she asked, licking her lips. iron from blood. with money in one hand, she dropped her things for a second and showed up both of her middle fingers.
turning around, she left the place that was her second place to go, but not her second home. out the door, she saw that people were staring into the bar, probably they heard the fight.
"hey dude! give me a fucking cigarette." getting one, they lit it to her.
"do you know what happened? we heard yelling and screaming." a woman asked, y/n nodded, blowing out the smoke.
"yeah, it was me. and don't come here, because the motherfuckers replace half of the whiskey with water." then walking away, she sat down on the side of the road, smoking the stick between her lips as she put on her skirts, top and her jacket. she couldn't think about what's gonna be with her. there was always a place for a crawling, dancing girl who could dress up as a slut.
"hey, are you okay?"
turning around, it was the same two guy who tried to defend her. she couldn't blame them, she blamed the brad-kinda assholes. holding the cig with her hand now, she bit her lip.
"except that the fact that now i'm jobless, that my face hurts and got rearranged, i'm pretty good, thanks." they sat down beside her.
"we're sorry for what happened. but we beat them up."
"you were cool, too! with that broken bottle. i'm tommy, by the way, and he's nikki."
"i can talk myself too, tom."
"i'm y/n. and that's my job... well, was."
"sorry that we couldn't stop it." nikki looked at her. he had pretty, green eyes, not the ones she could see everyday.
"don't worry, it was just a matter of time. otherwise, if i have to handle those three, maybe i'd be in jail now. and i hate this shit", she added, tearing down the fake lashes.
"would you actually stab them?" tommy asked.
"of course. if they break the rules, i break them head." at that, the two of them looked each other. "what? you don't meet girls everyday who smash others for being a motherfucker?"
"no, most of my girlfriends cry and scream, or throw something at me." tommy shrugged his shoulders. "i'm gonna borrow some cigs, do y'all want some?"
"yes, please." y/n said, and nikki nodded, also. now, it was just the two of them. she turned to the guy.
"and you? any troubled girl?" he shook his head.
"not one yet. but an upcoming band, and it's gonna be fire."
"upcoming band? you drive in bands?"
"yeah. but the last one was shit, it was called london."
"bands with names of towns never work, didn't anybody tell you that before?" nikki laughed at her question. "well, now you know. and any plans about the new one?"
"it's gonna be... the best band you've ever seen. but i still need some members in it, now i only have tommy. so tell me, can you sing?"
it this the hand of fate? y/n was far too much played to believe in some guy's promises and questions.
"well, nobody wanted to beat me when i was carousing in my rent." laughing at this, nikki turned to her.
"maybe if you can really sing, i'll count a frontwoman into my band."
"frontwoman? don't joke with me." y/n shook her head at his words.
"why would i joke? why do you think it's a joke?"
"because i got fucked up by some people before, and i don't believe to empty promises. see, i'll go there, and if the band is cool, then i'm in."
tommy came back, handing the cigarettes to them, showing up a bottle alcohol.
"guys, i found this on the ground, it's only half empty!" he said, making y/n grimace.
"watch out, maybe it's piss. happens a lot of time." the two guy laughed again.
"were did you learn these comments?" tommy asked. y/n shrugged her shoulders, letting nikki light her cigarette.
"anywhere. i spent my childhood with people i learned a lot from."
"were you in orphanage?" nikki asked, and she nodded. another piece of ash falling to the ground.
"kinda. i grew up in sacramento, and getting out from it, i came here."
"that's fine. i sent my mother into jail, but she was an asshole anyway." nikki added, making y/n pull up her eyebrows, nodding approvingly.
"hard."
"do you wanna go to party? tommy?" the guy asked, tommy shook his head.
"sorry, but i gotta be home. i think that girl broke up with me, but anyway, it was nice to meet you, y/n."
"see you again, toms."
"how so?"
"your friend just invited me to sing in his upcoming band, the one that never anybody has seen before." she teased nikki.
"wow, that's cool! i thought we're gonna have a guy, but that's okay."
"can't i be as good as a guy?" she asked back, making tommy look at nikki. "whatever, it's only a trial."
as tommy got away, y/n finished her second cigarette. "it was a pleasure to meet you, nikki, but i gotta search for a new place to work."
"really?"
"why? until 4am, they're open. it's not a big deal."
"come and party with me instead of it. or just sit down and talk, hm?" the girl smiled at this, rolling her eyes.
"are you trying to fuck me? other guys just pay me the drinks and help me to get to the bathroom."
"no, i just wanna get to know more about you. you're probably not pure american, judging by your accent." nikki answered, helping her stand up. y/n looked at him.
"it's true that i'm a half-blood. half russian, half (y/na). every cop asks for my id, everybody thinks that i'm a fucking illegal immigrant, but i'm just as an american citizen as this fucking ford!" she said, pointing at the car beside them.
"fuck the police anyway. and... you said that you were a foster kid, how so?"
"i don't want to talk about it. besides, not everybody's choice to get their parents int jail."
the truth was that her mother was truly an illegal immigrant, and in the short half and a year she was in the states, she got pregnant with her from a fellow guy she met with. when y/n was born, her mother had a beautiful, lovely six months with her baby, but then, one day the police knocked on her door. having no father and living in a mother's home, it was an instant way to get into orphanage.
"i'm sorry about that. do you want to forget these things with some booze?" nikki asked as they turned down on the road.
"do you have an actual place to live?" she asked him.
"do you have a place to stay?" nikki asked back.
"hell yeah, just because i'm stated as a slut by the society, i'm not a homeless one!" y/n spread her arms beside them, almost slapping a guy. they both laughed at that. "lead me to your place."
"right away, princess." he replied, setting his arm around her shoulder. "can i?" nikki looked at her, y/n looked up to her from her real eyelashes.
"what?"
"people can think that we're going up to me to fuck." y/n laughed, shrugging her free shoulder.
"and do i look like i give a fuck about what they think?"
♡ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ♡
y/n could be only one girl from all those who he met through the years, but she wasn't. he was unsure about that he really should invite her to the band, because if they really would get famous, everybody would bully her do death. and maybe she wouldn't get it on herself, but he would blow up from all the shit she'd get. looking at her, he only knew her a couple hours ago, but the way she protected herself from the creeps in the bar in underwear, the way she talked, she could be a pure ghetto chick, but she was more than that. it was like... she born into the wrong place, wanting to be more than she was now.
"is something bad? or are you just thinking?" she asked him.
"what? no, i just hope that i locked the windows before i started the night."
"i fancy the simple fact that you are a guy who is capable of thinking."
he wasn't a fan of fast and strong emotions, but if she doesn't stop replying sarcastically, he's gonna marry her.
it was just a matter of time...
...and tons of drugs, music and trouble.
𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.
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Admit it- Nikki Sixx x reader
Authors Note: I'm really trying revive my account because I really need more requests and such so I'm gonna try to pump out more fanfics.
Warnings: Cursing, drugs, alcohol (Maybe a part two with smut if this does well.)
I am not gonna, I've always had the hugest crush on Nikki. Despite the fact that he was a raging drug and alcohol abuser, and he had chicks on his dick 24/7, I saw right through him. I always kind of, understood him. We've been pretty close friends ever since we were about 15. I knew how much of a bad child hood he had and I could relate. When we were sixteen we stole my dads car and just ran away, we were caught of course, but for the three days that we were on our own we took care of one another.
I obviously knew there was not a chance in hell Nikki would ever go for me, considering I was little on the heavier side, not too big just... Not pretty like the groupies were, and I had a pretty face but once again nothing like the groupies had. I was... More like an adorable than I was anything else. No body wanted to be with me but instead protect me like some innocent little bunny. It was annoying considering I was the least from innocent. I do drugs, and drink alcohol here and there.
So there I was, sitting next to Nikki on the short leather couch in his dressing room. I was leaning on the side of the couch while Nikki had some chick on her lap. It was infuriating to watch. I know that it’s just how he was, but I knew that I could treat him so well if he’d give me a chance, I sighed and took another long drag from my blunt.
“Hey y/n!” Tommy slightly yelled in the chair next to us. “You alive?”
I blinked before looking up. “Did I zone out again?”
Tommy nodded his head. I always had this problem of zoning out a lot, sometimes it happened so my brain could escape reality, and other times it happened because it was just fun to create my own world. I smiled slightly, staring back at my spot in the floor. Nikki held a small mirror with a line of code to melt face and waved it around.
“You wanna bump y/n?” Nikki had a laughing tone.
“Yeah,” I said taking the mirror from with enough sass for him to notice, but not enough to mess up the little line. I held the straw up to my nose and snorted. It immediately rushed through my veins. I sighed in relief, and passed the mirror to Vince who had the bag of coke. I stood up grabbing my pack of cigarettes. Tommy noticed my sluggish mood and shot up. He came up to me and put his arm over my shoulder.
“Can I come with?” He asked, a new bottle of jack in his hand.
“You don’t need to ask t-bone,” I laughed and rolled my eyes a bit.
He laughed with me and we walked out, my arm was around his waist and we were both stumbling around everywhere. We laughed because we both ran in the door. Tommy really knew how to cheer people up without even trying. Vince and Mick were laughing because they noticed but Nikki had a deadpan in his face. But The coke and weed started to really kick in, and I wasn’t worried about a single thing anymore. Me and Tommy continued to stumble down the hall, laughing loudly, I had even snorted, earning the annoyed stare of groupies and men.
“Dude you are totally high,” Tommy said.
“Yeah no fucking shit Sherlock,” I laughed.
The hallway seemed very long, Tommy and I walking for seemed like forever. Just as we were about to walk out of the door, Tommy spotted a chick. His eyes scanned over her like a fat kid looks at a chocolate cake. I already knew what was about to happen.
“Y/n,” he stopped in his tracks. “I have to go tap that real fast,”
“Go ahead man I’ll see you later,” I said, even though I didn’t admit it, I once again felt like shit. I understood that this is just how the guys were, but it was like a knife to the back constantly having people leave me for someone or something else.
I continued walking down the hallway to the door, finally pushing it open. The crisp cold air felt extremely relieving, the was slight rainfall, pellets of water hitting the pavement. I always enjoyed being outside, wether I was in nature or not. I sat on the curb, pulling out a cigarette. The door opened, and out came Mick. I gave him a slight smile and handed him a cigarette as well. He sat on the curb next to me with a slight groan.
“You know,” Mick grabbed my zippo from my fingers. “You’re gonna have to tell him eventually.”
I blew out the inhale of smoke that was held my lungs and looked at him. “Tell him what?” I questioned him.
“Don’t play dumb y/n.” He said taking a drag from the long white death stick.
“How the hell do you know?” I looked at him dumbfounded.
“It’s not that hard to see,” Mick started. “Everyone can see it, you look at him likes he’s pure gold.
“To me he is,” I admit, puffing my cig again. “There’s something so relatable in him. I understand why he is the way he is. I mean fuck, 90 percent of the time I just want to take care of him, I wanna hug him real tight and tell him I’m proud of him.”
Mick laughed.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“You’re clearly in love,” he took a drag. “I think you should tell him.”
“Why would I?” I snorted. “There’s nothing in me that he could possibly want. I mean have you seen the other girls he goes for? I’m nothing like them.”
“That may be true,” Mick nodded. “But that isn’t bad. Nikki for sure has the same feelings. He stares at you the exact same way as you stare at him.”
“Then why haven’t I noticed?” I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips.
“Because you’re stupid.” Mick says, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground.
I punched his arm. “I am not.”
“You sure are y/n, now I’m gonna go back inside, are you gonna come or are you gonna sit out here and sulk all night.” Mick got up.
“Sulk out here,” I laughed.
“Okay,” Mick walked back inside.
Mick was such an interesting old man. He’s completely dead silent one minute, and the next minute he’s like some all seeing powerful guy. Finally I had a second to relax, be in my thoughts for a bit. My cigarette was finished, so I threw it in the ground and grabbed out another.
What Mick said earlier really stuck with me. He stares at you the exact way you stare at him.
I wanted to laugh right in Mick’a face when he said that. Nikki has a new girl on his arm every day, there’s nothing he sees in me. I continued to smoke my cigarette, eventually deciding to stop thinking about Nikki. I couldn't stop though, I mean I was flat out in love with the guy. My thoughts were halted when the man himself walked out. I smiled.
"Hey Nikki." I smiled a little wider.
"Hey Y/n," He sat down next to me, grabbing a cigarette from the pack.
"Shouldn't you be in there with all those sexy ladies of yours," I asked nudging his shoulder.
"Nah," He laughed slightly. "It was getting to suffocating out here. You know you've been sitting out here for like an hour right?"
Holy shit, no I did not know that
"No shit," I said. "Really?"
"Yeah man," He said lighting it.
My heart twinged at the name, at this point I just wanted to go home. I was feeling not as intoxicated, but instead more exhausted and sad than anything. I was over the after party. I got up, and dusted my ass off. I picked up the pack, and my lighter, shoving back into my purse.
"Hey where you going?" Nikki asked.
"Home," I said in an obvious tone, turning around.
Nikki stood up, his platform boots making him tower over me.
"Can I come?" Nikki asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"I guess yea." I replied, pulling out my car keys. I was kind of upset, as much as I loved being around Nikki, my extreme love for him has dragged down my spirit.
We walked to my car, Nikki leaning into the passenger side. Neither one of us talked. This was a regular occurrence though. Nikki constantly stayed at my house when he was feeling overwhelmed by the band, or the girls. I even let him have a few drawers in my dresser for his clothes. I turned up the stereo, only sightly, the international 70s rock hits played softly in the back round. I lived about thirty minutes away from the arena, so hopefully the music would make it go by quicker. After a few minutes, Nikki turned down the radio all the way. I looked at him for a second.
"What was that for man?" I asked, my eyes back on the road.
"I wanted to talk to you," He said cautiously.
"Oh that can never be good," I laughed.
"I'm serious." He said. "You've been off, disassociating more. You do that when you're stressed and sad."
"Don't worry about me Nikki," I forced a sad smile. "I'm totally fine."
"Don't lie Y/n," He said laying his hand on top of mine which was rested on the shifter. My breath halted for a second.
"If I'm being honest," I started hesitantly. "I've been stressed, with work, and my mental health, I'm just overwhelmed. Life man, you know?"
He nodded. "Is that it?"
"Well," I had to make up some story, just see what he'd do. "You remember how I told you about the new guy at the bar. How he's really sweet and all?"
Nikki replied with a short yeah.
"Well, I think I've caught feelings. But he normally doesn't go for girls like me, I know it for a fact. He's pretty set in his ways."
I swear I could see Nikki's shoulder tense up.
"What do you mean girls like you?" Nikki questioned.
"You know," I sighed. "Fat girls, me, ugly girls, also me. He goes for fit sexy women."
"What?" He said offended. "Y/n, you're gorgeous. And not fat, a little chubby, but that's not bad. Lots of guys like a little pudge. They aren't called love handles for a reason."
My heart sank.
"You're just saying that," I forced back a tear.
"No," He said. "I genuinely mean it, you're a very pretty girl, any guy would be lucky to have you. Besides you know how to take care of people, you're totally smart, and you're funny. If this guy doesn't see that, he's an idiot."
"Thank you Nikki," I monotoned.
We pulled into my drive away. I was immediately relieved by the smell of my home. Nikki took off his platforms, still managing to tower over me. We walked into my room, spreading out across the clean area. He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a shirt and some shorts. I sat on my bed, pulling a joint out of my bed side table while Nikki changed in the bathroom. I sparked it, taking a long drag out of it. I sighed, my eyes starting to tear up. Nikki walked back into my room, immediately noticing my eyes. He said nothing and just climbed into my bed, grabbing the joint and taking a drag. I had always hoped one day he'd just kiss me straight up. He taped out the joint knowing I had just lit it.
Nikki pulled me onto his chest, I started to cry uncontrollably. I didn't know why I was letting myself be so vulnerable. Not that he hadn't seen my like this, but it was still embarrassing. His hand rubbed up and down my arm. We had often cuddled like this, though I'm sure Nikki though nothing of it.
"Y/n," he said still rubbing my arm.
"Yeah," I said into his chest, sniffling.
"I love you," He said quietly.
"I love you too," I replied.
He leaned up, slightly turning to face me, I did the same.
"No like," He stopped for a second. "I love you."
"Nikki you really need to go to bed," I laughed it off refusing to believe him. "You're getting extremely tired."
"Y/n, please listen." He stared into my eyes.
"You can't love me," I frowned. "There's nothing in me for you to love."
“What the hell does that mean?” He cocked his head to the side. “Of course there is.”
I snorted.
“I’m fat, and I’m ugly. You could have anyone you want Nikki.”
“But I want you.” He stood up. “I want YOU y/n. You’ve always been here for me, you were there when I tried calling my died, you were there when I stabbed myself to escape my mom. You’ve been with me. None of the other chicks have done anything for me. I’d pick you over them any day.”
I was starting to tear up.
“I just don’t want you to regret being with me,” I started to cry again.
Nikki quickly walked over to me. He bragged my hip, and gently put his hand on my face.
“I’d never in a million years regret being with you.” He looked me in the eye. “I really really do love you. I can only hope you feel the same.”
I moved pushed him back slightly.
“Of course I love you back idiot,” I giggled.
He moved his lips to mine, his moth felt like fire burning against mine. Of course I’ve already had my fair share with kisses with people but this was different. There was something behind it. Our lips moved in sync slowly, Nikki pulling closer. We parted for a second.
“Be my girlfriend,” Nikki said quietly.
“That sounds nice,” I smiled as wide as my face could handle.
I guess I was wrong, maybe Nikki actually did love me. Only time can tell.
THE END
I hope you guys enjoyed it!!
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Nikki Sixx x reader Angst where she’s pregnant and he gets upset at her constant mood swings and snaps at her? But doesn’t realize that he sent her into labor because she doesn’t want to tell him
hope u don't get mad, nikki sixx. [1/2]
warnings: fight, pregnancy, labor, insecurities about body and motherhood, bad mood, best friend!heather.
author's note: hi anon! thanks for the request. the moment she starts to go into labor was based on the story my mother told me about my birth (she's okay 😭). i think it's kind of scary, but i like the idea. sorry for the delay, i got so wild when i realized it wasn't turning out the way i wanted it to and i gave up for a few days but i did my best today. i decided to separate it into two chapters, hope you like it. good read<3.
chapter one
"— two minutes, nikki!”
you heard tommy screaming from the other side of the door. you and nikki were on his dressing room couch for at least 20 minutes, waiting for someone to call your boyfriend to start the show. you were lying on his chest as he ran his fingertips over your belly.
being pregnant was not easy, being pregnant surrounded by mötley crüe was even less. you knew nikki couldn't stop his life for you, yet you were still upset by the miniscule amount of time you spent together, or for the moments together that were interrupted, like now.
when nikki couldn't be with you, heather was. no one but her would dare, so that's where he takes you before going on stage. he helps you to sit on the sofa next to her and then kneeling in front of you. you feel his lips touching your belly and staying there for a few second. nikki knew you didn't want him to go, neither did he.
“— i love you. the show will end soon and i will take care of you at the hotel, hm?” — he chuckled a bit before getting up and kissing your forehead. you laugh a little at the sensation, feeling shy with heather’s presence next to you. “— love u too, nikki.” — you said
he also hugged heather and thanked her before leaving. you could hear some curses coming from mick about how long he took.
you and heather didn't watch the show today. the doctor said that the baby would be born soon, so you limited yourself to the minimum of activities that could make you really agitated. you loved being the band number one fan, but the time you spent with heather in the dressing room was precious. she kinda made you forget how bad you felt about the aftermath of pregnancy.
you loved your daughter, but it was stressful.
you became an extremely needy person in the start of your pregnancy, and over time, realizing that nikki could never do anything about it, you ended up taking it out on him sometimes. there were also times when you felt like you couldn't get out of bed because of the pain, you felt things much more intense and sometimes all you wanted was to cry yourself out.
heather was your best friend, and she understood. she knew what to say and what not to say. she knew when you were acting on impulse and when you were hiding something. she knew how you were being criticized the last few months. you and the boys knew too but nobody wanted to talk about it.
and she also knew how you must have felt when you read all those articles saying you didn't look good and comparing you to nikki exes. stressed.
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“— hey princess!” — nikki said as he wrapped his arms around you. he was about to ask you how you were doing when he felt you pushing him away.
“- come on, i’m tired.” — you said in a low tone and followed the path to the parking lot behind the stage. your husband just chased after you, confused by your reaction.
you ignored nikki the whole way to the hotel. refusing the touches or anything he told you, until the boys started laughing at the situation and he just gave up. for the first time there wasn't a crowd of fans waiting for them, they just signed a few autographs and got in.
you went up to the bedroom while nikki said good night. as soon as you sat on the bed, you wanted to cry. a few tears fell when you blinked, but you dried them off when you heard the door open.
“— what the fuck was that?” — nikki started.
"- oh my god...” — you muttered, knowing what was coming. you and nikki had argued before. usually because of you behavior, which caused an argument about nikki's behavior about it, until it became unbearable.
“— that is all? or you want to give another show? really, yn, I've been doing everything to make you comfortable, not to upset you, and yet you keep acting like a bitch.” — he said louder, making you shiver a little.
“— that bitch here is carrying your fucking daughter, motherfucker. can't you have the slightest bit of respect? or am i just a bitch to you, sixx?” — you said as you went to the bathroom, taking off your shoes and coat.
"- respect? you can't even say goodbye to your daughter's uncles and you want to talk about respect? Is this the kind of shit you're going to teach her?”
you stopped at the bathroom door when you heard that. it wasn't exactly what he meant, but it was what you felt, and this was a sensitive topic for you. for nikki too, but did you feel so insecure about it. the creation. you stayed up nights with him talking about how you were afraid of being a bad mother, how you would give anything to know exactly what to do at the right times. you talked about your childhood, and how your biggest fear was putting your daughter through something similar.
“— fuck you, nikki. fuck. you.” — you forced yourself to laugh at that moment “— maybe you should look for someone better for the job, since you're already getting tired of me.”
“— jesus, you're crazy as fuck. are delusions part of it too? or are you just scared?”
"- crazy? i went through eight months with a child inside me. nausea, pain, insomnia. spending all day thinking about this girl's future and blaming myself for not being able to do all this and still not being the perfect woman for you. my husband has been enjoying the rockstar life, being applauded and praised while people hate me more every day. i'm not crazy, nikki, i have limits.”
“—well, me too. and congrats for pushing me to mine. while you complain about the way i manage to keep us both, why don't you worry about making yourself bearable for your daughter, since i'm not being enough either?”
you've never seen nikki scream before. actually, not with you, at least. scared you. your mouth opened but nothing came, you really tried to say something before he opened the door and left the room, but when you heard the door slamming hard, you gave up, letting yourself cry a little.
it was weird. your vision blurred and it was hard to feel when you sat on the floor, just feeling your head banging against the wall.
you closed your eyes and started to feel something running down your legs. at the time, you didn't use logic, feeling like you were going to pass out at any moment and scared of what nikki was going to do outside that room. your low cries turned into screams of pain as you felt something in your stomach.
“— yn?”
you heard someone say. you failed to recognize the voice or who was there, just taking the person's hands and squeezing.
“— n-nikki? nik, come back, please- fuck!” — you screamed again
“— yn, it's me, heather. let's take you to the hospital, okay? vince will look for nikki...”
she must have said something else, but it's not like you could hear her. tommy had you in his arms before your eyes closed, following his wife to their car.
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i want this specific vince to ruin me
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Imagine # 977
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Year posted - 2022
Summary - Nikki ditches you, and He steps in to raise the child as his own.
📝Note(s) - I did this one a little differently, in this one you get to choose who He is out of the Crüe boys. And you get to decide if it's real life Crüe or The Dirt Crüe.
⚠️Warning(s) - I mean I don't think I need to explain what's fucked up here...
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✨Mick✨
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When Mick opened the front door to his house, he was surprised to see (Y/n), teary eyed and suitcase in hand. "(Y/n), what's going on?" Mick asked, his eyes drowsy with sleep, as it was late in the evening. "Nikki kicked me out... I didn't know where else to go." She sniffled softly, wiping her tears away frantically. "What?- Why?" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Come inside." He ushered her in, taking her bag then following her inside. Once inside they walked into the living room, where they sat down on the large leather couch. "What happened?" Mick asked after a moment of silence. "We had a fight... A serious one... He kicked me out, and said he never wants to see me again..." (Y/n) bit her lip, stifling her pitiful whimpers. "What was the fight about?" Mick pried carefully. "I'm pregnant Mick... I'm pregnant with Nikki's child, and he fucking kicked me to the curb!" (Y/n) cried out, her body shaking as she wept. Mick scowled at the news, pissed that Nikki would pull something like this.
He moved from his place on the couch, and pulled (Y/n) into his arms, allowing her to cry onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry Mick, I don't want to be a nuisance, but I didn't know where else to go." She sniffled as she tried to pull herself together, Mick however scoffed at her words. "You could never be a nuisance (Y/n), you should know better than that." He scolded playfully, making (Y/n) chuckle softly through her tears. "Stay with me (Y/n), I'm not going to abandon you like that jackass." Mick added as he gently held her face between his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "Are you sure Micky?" (Y/n) asked with big doe eyes, making him roll his eyes at the nickname. "Of course I'm sure, I'm here for you, and for the baby." Mick promised as he placed his hand against her still flat belly, his thumb brushing against her softly. "Okay Micky, thank you." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his soft hair. "You're welcome (Y/n)." He whispered softly, his heart swelling with the promise of having a family with a woman he had silently adored for years.
---Five months later---
(Y/n) hadn't seen Nikki or any of the other boys since he kicked her out, aside from Mick of course. And as far as Nikki was concerned she was no longer an issue, but the guilt ate away at him each night. And the guys just assumed she broke up with him and took off, having no idea about the pregnancy. In that time Mick and (Y/n) had become closer and closer with each passing day, until eventually Mick asked her to be his girl. Without hesitation she agreed and embraced him, her growing belly making it a little awkward at first, making them both chuckle. Today had been an especially rough day for (Y/n), after a long appointment at the hospital, and a grueling day at the grocery store, she simply couldn't stand the thought of staying home alone, while Mick went to rehearsals. "Why don't you come with me today?" He suggested as he held her from behind as she cooked a simple meal for them. "Nikki will be there." (Y/n) pointed out. "You can't exactly hide from him forever..." Mick pointed out.
"I know that... But he doesn't even know what happened to me, let alone that we're together now." She sighed, leaning back into Mick's chest. "I know... But regardless of the fact that he's an asshole for abandoning you, he deserves to know that you're okay... And that we're together." He pointed out. "How are we going to explain this to Tommy and Vince?" (Y/n) asked as her placed her hand over Mick's, which rest on her swollen belly. "This is my baby, Nikki didn't want anything to do with it. But I do. This is my daughter, our daughter." Mick voiced, making (Y/n) smile. "Okay Micky, this is our daughter, and no one else matters." (Y/n) agreed as she turned around in his arms, kissing him lovingly afterwards. "I'll go with you today, and whenever else you want me to." She smiled as they parted, resting her forehead against his. "Fuck the rest." Mick stated as he mirrored her smile. "Fuck the rest." She agreed with a small giggle.
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Later that day, just as promised, (Y/n) went with Mick to rehearsal. And the moment she walked in behind him, both Vince and Tommy literally dropped what they were holding. "Holy shit." Tommy breathed out at the sight of (Y/n)'s clearly pregnant belly. "What the hell happened to you?" Vince questioned as he and Tommy approached her and Mick. "Mick did you knock up Nikki's old lady?" Tommy asked Mick, who scowled at his bandmates. "Ex old lady." Mick pointed out. "You sly dog you." Tommy giggled at Mick who flipped him off. "Is that why you left Nikki?" Vince asked. "Nikki kicked me out, because that smack is more important." (Y/n) hissed, making Vince hold his hands up in surrender. "Shit sorry, he didn't exactly say anything about it." Vince shook his head a little. "Of course he didn't." (Y/n) rolled her eyes.
Not a minute later Nikki strolled into the room, clearly having been shooting up in the bathroom. "Fuck Mick, took you long enough to get here." Nikki chuckled, seemingly not noticing (Y/n). Atleast until Tommy and Vince moved out of the way, revealing her, and her baby bump to his glossy blue eyes. "(Y/n)." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes locking onto her belly. "What are you doing here?" He licked his dry lips, his eyes shooting to Mick, who had placed a protective hand upon her belly. "I asked her to come with me today, the pregnancy has been hard on her lately." Mick stated with a hint of venom in his voice. "So you two are together now huh?" Nikki asked as he glanced to (Y/n)'s face. "Yeah, we're together." (Y/n) admitted. "And the kid?" Nikki asked, unsure of how to go about this. "She's my daughter." Mick cut in, locking eyes with Nikki, who accepted his answer with a nod of his head. "Let's get to it then." Vince butted in, both him and Tommy finding the conversation incredibly awkward.
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✨Tommy✨
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"Hello?" Tommy answered the landline, frowning immediately at the sound of sniffling. "Tommy." His heart leapt into his throat. "(Y/n)? What's wrong? Is everything okay? Is Nikki okay?" He began pacing around, worry seeping into his bones. "Tommy please come get me, please Tommy." (Y/n) wept from the other side. "Where are you?" He asked as he rushed to put on his boots. "I don't know where I am, please Tommy I'm fucking scared." (Y/n)'s voice shook. "I know Princess, calm down. What do you see? What's around you right now?" Tommy nearly fell over as he fumbled with his boots. "Um there's a skate park just down the road... A liquor store called Franklin Liquor... And a huge Billboard promoting your latest record." (Y/n) sniffled. "Okay I know where you are, stay right there, I'll be there in just a few minutes. Okay?" Tommy snatched up his keys. "Okay." (Y/n) agreed before hanging up the phone, remaining inside the phone booth to stay dry from the downpour of rain. Tommy bolted out of his house and into the rain, only wearing jeans and his boots. He fumbled with his keys and dropping them twice, as he tried to unlock his car.
Finally unlocking his car he all but fell inside, slamming the door shut behind him. And drove like mad, fearing the absolute worst. Did Nikki OD? Was (Y/n) hurt? What had happened? Finally he turned onto the road, quickly spotting (Y/n) within the phone booth. He put the car into park beside the phone booth, and rushed out into the rain. "(Y/n) what's wrong?" Tommy asked as he flung open the door, wrapping his arms around her when she flung herself into his chest. "Get me out of here, please Tommy." She wept softly. Tommy nodded his head in agreement, walking her out into the rain, and to his car. Once they were on the road, Tommy couldn't help but drum his fingers against the steering wheel. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asked after a few moments, while they sat at a red light. His heart jumping when (Y/n) audibly sobbed. "I can't go back there." She whimpered as she shook her head. "Is Nikki?" Tommy couldn't bring himself to ask. "No." (Y/n) shook her head again, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Okay..." Tommy breathed out a small sigh of relief, driving in silence back to his house.
Once the car was parked in the driveway, he rushed out into the rain to the passenger side. Helping (Y/n) out, and wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders, walking her to his house, then into the living room. "What happened (Y/n)? I need to know." Tommy asked as they sat down onto the couch. "Nikki..." She shook slightly, and Tommy grasped her forearms, looking into her eyes. "Nikki found out that I'm pregnant... And he dumped me..." She chuckled bitterly. "He literally dumped me on the side of the road, like I was some cheep hookup." Tommy's back went stiff, and his eyes wide. "You're pregnant?... And it's Nikki's?" Tommy wondered aloud, hissing a little when (Y/n) pitched him. "Of course it's his." She hissed at Tommy. "Ow sorry okay, I was just making sure." Tommy chuckled softly, before immediately becoming somber. "I just don't understand why he would do that." He muttered. "It's that fucking junk... He'd rather have it than me... And our..." (Y/n) placed her hand against her flat belly.
"Then it's his loss." Tommy stated confidently, taking (Y/n)'s hands within his own. "And my gain." He added with a bright smile, his words confusing (Y/n). "What do you mean?" (Y/n) frowned a little, making Tommy chuckle. "You're one of my closest friends in the world, I've loved you for years now, and I would be honored to raise this baby with you." Tommy explained. "What? Seriously?" (Y/n) wondered slightly dumbfounded. "Of course, you're a total babe." He giggled when (Y/n) playfully swatted his still damp chest. "Seriously though... You mean to much to me to let you just disappear from my life, because Nikki is being a jackass." Tommy brushed her hair back. "Let me take care of you, and the baby." He added softly, a tinder look in his eyes. "Okay... Thank you Tommy." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his shoulders, despite how cold his damp skin felt against her own. "Thank you (Y/n)... For calling me." Tommy murmured against her hair, smiling to himself, excited about what was to come.
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The following day at rehearsals, when Tommy laid eyes on Nikki he made a beeline for him. Without a word he punched Nikki in the jaw. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Nikki hissed at Tommy, who smiled at him. "That was for abandoning your pregnant girlfriend on the side of the road." Tommy's words shocked Mick and Vince, and made Nikki's stomach lurch. Without another word Tommy grabbed Nikki's face, and planted a dramatic yet platonic kiss onto Nikki's lips. "And that was for finally letting me have a chance with the woman of my dreams." Tommy explained as he released Nikki's face. Nikki scowled before spitting on the floor, wiping his face clean. "Fucking keep her." Nikki hissed, before storming off to the bathroom. Tommy turned to Mick and Vince with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Did Nikki really leave (Y/n) on the side of the road?" Vince asked. "Yeah downtown off of 6th Street." Tommy snatched up his drumsticks, and began drumming lightly against his thighs. "And she's pregnant?" Mick asked. "Yeah." Tommy nodded his head, making the guitarist scowl. "Shithead." Mick growled.
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✨Vince✨
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"(Y/n) is Nikki there?" Vince asked from the other side of the line, having been calling Nikki's house to talk about a new song. "No Vince, he's not here." (Y/n) sniffled softly from the other end, her voice cracking a little at the end. "Hey what's wrong? What did Nikki do this time?" Vince asked, his fist clenching and unclenching subconsciously. "Nothing Vinny. Look I gotta go, I've got some stuff I've gotta take care of." Now he knew she was lying to him, she only ever called him Vinny when something was seriously wrong. "Okay... I talk to you later, yeah?" Vince asked still clenching and unclenching his fist. "Sure Vinny." (Y/n) muttered before hanging the phone up. Vince frowned before setting the phone down, grabbing his leather jacket and keys immediately afterwards. "Bullshit." He muttered before storming out of his house.
Sighing when someone knocked on the door, (Y/n) tossed the clothes down and walked downstairs to answer the door. "Vince?" (Y/n) frowned at the sight of the blonde before her, who pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. "I already told you, Nikki's not here." She crossed her arms. "I know that." He shrugged before walking around her and into the house. "So what did he do this time?" Vince asked as (Y/n) closed the door behind him, walking passed him and back upstairs. "Doesn't matter Vinny, what's done is done." He grabbed her arm before she could walk into the bedroom. "It matters to me." Vince glanced over her shoulder, spotting her bags and scattered clothes. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked when he looked back to her, confusion clouding his eyes. "West Virginia to stay with my aunt." (Y/n) turned away from Vince, to continue her packing. "For how long?" He asked as he took notice of how much she was packing. "Indefinitely." That single word made Vince's world come to a screeching halt.
"What?" He frowned at her, his eyes darting around the room, noticing that she truly was packing everything up. "It means for good Vince." (Y/n) clarified. "I know what indefinitely means." He scoffed before turning her to look him in the eyes. "Why are you leaving?" He asked. "Because I'm just holding Nikki back." (Y/n) hissed with glossy eyes. "Because the band, and that dope are more important than me, and our unborn baby!" Her voice broke at the end. "Y-you're pregnant?" Vince's voice shook a little, ice seeping into his heart at the news. "Yes I'm fucking pregnant, and Nikki wants nothing to do with me or the baby. He broke things off with me, then stormed out of here, saying that he expects me gone by the time he comes back." (Y/n) spoke through her tears, her heart braking in her chest. "He said that?" Vince gripped her arms a little tighter. "Yes." She whispered before the tears spilled from her brilliant eyes.
Before she could utter another word Vince's lips crashed onto hers, kissing her with more passion than she had experienced in so long. When they parted for air Vince rest his forehead against (Y/n)'s, both of them keeping their eyes closed. "Please don't go." Vince whispered. "I can't imagine my world without you in it." His breath fanned across her moist lips. "Please don't leave me." His voice cracked a little at the end. "Vin-" He cut her off with another kiss, his left hand tangling into her hair, while his right hand found its place on her hip. "Don't go." He begged when they parted again, his eyes glossy with tears, now holding her face between his hands. "Vince I-." (Y/n) cut herself off with a sad smile. "(Y/n) I have loved you since we first met, and if being with Nikki made you happy, then I was okay with not having you." Vince licked his lips.
"But now... Now Nikki's broken your heart, and you're going to leave me behind, and forget about me." A single tear escaped his eye. "Vince I could never forget about you." They both chuckled softly through their tears. "Stay with me, be mine, and let me show you how happy I can make you." Vince urged with pleading eyes. "Are you sure, I mean..." (Y/n) placed a hand onto her belly, Vince knelt before her, placing his hands onto her belly. "I'm positive (Y/n), I've never loved someone the way I love you, and I would be happy to raise this baby with you." He kissed her belly before smiling up at her. "Just give me a chance." He murmured before rising to his feet, holding her hands in his own. "Okay Vince, okay." (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement, giggling when the excitement suddenly burst onto his face, kissing her in his excitement.
"Come on let's get your stuff out of here." Vince suggested as they pulled apart, quickly moving to assist her with packing everything else up, and taking it out to his car. As they were trying to pack up the last of her things, Nikki arrived home, scowling at the sight of Vince and (Y/n) both. "Damn the whore found a new dick to jump on already huh?" Nikki spat, his words making Vince's blood boil. "Shut the fuck up Sixx." Vince warned. "Or what?" Nikki mocked, but before Vince could do anything rash, (Y/n) caught his arm. "Just leave him Vince, he's juiced." (Y/n) pulled his arm. "What about the rest of your stuff?" Vince asked, knowing there were still a few things to get. "Fuck it." She shrugged before tugging his arm. "Are you sure?" Vince asked. "It's just shit he's bought me anyways, so fuck it, fuck all of it." (Y/n) pulled his arm again, convincing him to walk to the car.
"That's right get the fuck outta here, both of you!" Nikki shouted, clearly drunk like (Y/n) had observed. She rolled her eyes and slid into the passenger seat of Vince's car. Before Vince could even start the car Nikki came storming out of the house, with several glass ornaments he had bought (Y/n) over the years. "Jesus Christ." (Y/n) sighed as Nikki began shouting incoherently, before throwing the ornaments to the ground, smashing them each one by one. "Let's go before he does anything else crazy." (Y/n) encouraged Vince, who agreed without a word, backing his car out of the driveway. "Christ he's lost it." Vince commented as they got out onto the road. "It's that junk, it's driving him insane." (Y/n) muttered softly, glancing back at Nikki going crazy in the driveway.
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Note that I actually really love Nikki, but this popped into my head, and well here we are. I hope you enjoyed. And honestly I don't see Nikki necessarily doing something like this, but I wouldn't put it past Sixxy to do something like this.
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Vintage Valentine w/ Nikki Sixx
Minors DNI 18+
Warning: mentions of cum play, over atom, sex toys, unprotected sex
Minors DNI 18+
You loved the way it felt when Nikki came inside of you. It wasn’t just the warm feeling of his cum pumped inside of you, the way that it filled you up and how when he pulled out it would coat your thighs in a sticky mess, serving as a reminder of how you were his it was the whole act of him fucking you.
When Nikki was on top of you, his chest pushed against yours, growling and grunting into your ear with feral rapid need for you, it made you vibrate with pleasure. He’d press you against the mattress, pulling up when he was about to cum so he could look down at you and watch the way his cock looked filming you. His eyes on the space where he could see his cock so deep in you, leaving a little bump. Stretching your womb out as he filled it with his seed, watching you get a little tummy from being pumped full.
And you loved how he looked down at you, using you like a little breeding bitch. How he’s stay inside of you as his cock softened, pulling out and dragging some of the cum with him. As he got up to clean himself he’d look at you, all fucked out, laying with your thighs slightly open, glistening from his cum. Sometimes the goops of sticky whiteness flowing out from the slightly swollen pink opening of your pussy.
It was such a sight that sometimes he’d come back, bringing your dildo and fucking you with the toy, watching entranced as his cum was forced out of you because there was no room for anything else. He’d make you cum around the fake cock, seeing stars and being overused and overwhelmed and by the time your orgasm hit you, he’d be ready to fuck again. Filling you up again with his cum.
Nikki was fucking you now, holding you from behind, his mouth on your shoulder, kissing you as he fucked you from behind. One of your legs between his, the other over this thighs to hold you open so he could use your body to his liking. He had his let arm wrapped around your torso, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and tugging at them with him thumb and pointer finger. His right hand on your hip, finger print marks that would be left there from him squeezing at your hip bones as his cock pushed inside of you, stretching you.
Your pussy was so wet, you could feel your own juices running out down over Nikki’s balls and causing this wet squelching sound with each of his thrusts. Nikki was starting to bit down, a tell tale sign that he was close to cumming. His fingers sliding from where they had been bruising your hip down over your stomach. His fingers rolled softly over your belly button to where he could feel the head of his cock inside of you, fucking you. He growled, primal emotion as the sense of possession over you, the knowledge of how he could use you and how you ate it up.
He reached for your hand guiding it down to hold it over your stomach, pushing down so you were cupping his cock that was inside of you as he thrust up, toying with you with long deep thrusts.
“Do you feel me? Do you feel me inside of you taking what's mine?” he was gasping out, short of breath and consumed with pleasure, “Say it. Say you’re mine.” he demanded as you wondered if you could even speak.
You were overcome with pleasure already. Nikki had gone down on you before he had fucked you, getting you over excited and making you buck up, cumming in his mouth. He had been delighted at how easily you had orgasmed, toyed with you after and got you right to the brink for a second orgasm which you had right as he had started fucking you, ten minutes before. Now, now you were so stimulated and horny that you knew if he touched your clit you would surely black out. The idea of talking seemed like a task you were unable to complete.
“My pussy is yours, Nikki.” you managed to breathe out, hearing the sharp intake of breath. His pleasure was vocal and you appreciated the sounds he made, heightening the moment without reserve or embarrassment.
“My pussy. Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill your pussy up and then make you lay here after, holding your knees to make sure all my cum stays inside you.” you warmed at his words, nodding your head, “Keep feeling me. I want you to feel me when I cum.” he demanded, moving his hand off yours.
You kept your hand on your stomach like he had asked, gasping as his hand slipped down, running over the wetness of your clit. He was going to make you pass out tonight. His thumb strummed you and then pinched you. His balls slapping your ass from behind, cock filling you and now his fingers twisting and pinching at your clit. Your eyes shut as you tried to not faint.
“Nikki, too much. Too much, NIKKI!” you screamed his name, feeling the wave of warmth wash over you. His cock popped from you as he looked down, watching your body squirt. The shock on his face quickly was replaced with feral need as he flipped you on your stomach, pinning your hand under you as he lifted your hips and buried himself back inside of you.
This was the first time you had ever squirted and the sight of you cumming that hard had Nikki seeing stars. You could feel him, burying himself inside of you, pounding you so hard from behind that you ached but your eyes opened wide when you felt it. The warm rush of his cum filling you. He held your hips, pushing himself deeper inside of you. Your hand on your stomach could feel the spasms of his cock as he emptied himself into you, using you like his own personal cum rag. Instead of waiting to get soft, Nikki Dragged your knees up, pulled your ass up higher and pulled out. He opened your ass cheeks running his cock over your asshole as he dried himself off with your body.
“Stay like that, pretty girl. I want you to stay like that so I can see how good you are at keeping my cum inside of you.” you blushed like he hadn’t just been fucking you as you nodded, loving the praise.
Nikki was standing from the bed, going to get a towel and a new set of sheets as you laid on the bed, eyes heavy and belly full. You would do anything to please him. Even being his personal cum dumpster.
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Apple of my eye (p.2)
Warnings: mention of alcohol, language.
Pairings: 80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader
It was now 3 weeks after i met Nikki Sixx, and I haven’t heard anything. I guess I avoided that one right? Anyways. I was sat at my vanity in my room. I was getting ready for tonight, i was gonna meet some friends at a bar. I was putting on my cherry red lipstick and blasting the song ‘Layla’ on my record player.
I get up from my stool, singing along and swinging my hips too the beats of the song as i walk over too the phone in my room to check if i had any messages, i press the button and notice i have one message.
“Hey, hot stuff. Look out your window.” What the fuck? I walk over too my bedroom window and look down and see Nikki Sixx standing outside my apartment building with his motorcycle. How long has he been standing out there?
I open my window, looking down. “Nikki? What are you doing here?” I yell down at him. “Taking you on a date!” He yells back. What’s going on here??
“How did you find my apartment!” I yell back and Nikki shrugs. The bastard. “I have plans, Nikki!” I yell.
“So what?” He yells and i roll my eyes obnoxiously. “I wont leave till ya come.” He yells and i shut my window closed aggressively. I walk to my couch, putting some heels on and grabbing my purse. I press the button to the elevator and too the lobby i go.
I walk out meeting Nikki waiting on his bike, smirking obviously. “Are you serious?” I say and Nikki winks, patting the empty seat behind him. I roll my eyes and get on the seat, grabbing onto his shoulders “What are you doing?” Nikki says as he grabs my hands and puts them around his waist. “Better.” He says and drives off.
15 minutes later we arrive at a night club “The Bada Bing” but the lights were off and no one was even there. It seemed to be closed..
Nikki parks his motorcycle at the back of the club. “Nikki, this is closed? What are we doing here..”
Nikki gets off the motorcycle and takes out a key, opening the back door. “How do you have access to the club? You don’t own it do you?” I say following him into the empty club. “Of course not, friend of mine does and i asked him a favor..” he winks.
We walk inside and turn on some lights as Nikki goes behind the empty bar, grabbing two glasses. I sit down on one of the bar stools infront of him. “Drink?” He smirks and i nod.
Nikki pours some Jack Daniels into the two glasses and gives one to me. “Thanks..” i say, still not understanding how i ended up here, but whatever..
The silence was extremely awkward as we both chug our Jack Daniels at the same time, Nikki pouring us new glasses. “I like your earrings..” Nikki finally says. I was wearing tiny crosses and i notice Nikki’s earrings, he was wearing big crosses.
“Wanna switch one?” I say. “Oh yeah.” Nikki replies as i take off one of mine and he does the same.
I give Nikki one of my earrings as he gives me one of his. I put in Nikkis earring and he does the same with mine. “Matching.” Nikki smiles.
I turn my back, seeing the stage with a drumkit and a bass and a electric guitar, plus some microphones “Wanna play something?” I suggest. “Fuck yeah!” Nikki says excitedly as we walk over onto the stage. Nikki grabs the bass and i grab the guitar. “You know Runnin’ with the devil?” He says.
“Yeah actually i do, lets do it.” I say as Nikki starts playing the bass and i play the guitar. Honestly, it sounded rad.
“We don’t suck.” Nikki chuckles “For a girl.. right?” I tease and chuckle, referring too the other night we met. “Right..” he says placing the bass back on the rack as i do the same.
I walk off the stage and sit down on it, Nikki sitting next to me. Nikki scoots a little closer to me, staring into my eyes seductively. He leans in slowly…
I jump back from him, not knowing what that was.. i guess shock?
“Uhm, what’s wrong?” He chuckles nervously and confused by my action. “Nothing..” i say angsty.
“Then why’d you freak out when i tried to kiss you..?” Nikki asks teasingly. “I don’t know why.. it was a reflex.” I say. “I mean, I don’t even know you.. Nikki, you- you.. don’t call for 3 weeks, and now you randomly take me on a “date” i just don’t get you..”
Nikki laughs softly. “I like you.. Y/N.. seriously.”
“How? You rarely know anything about me..”
“Just.. you, i knew it the moment i saw you.. i’ve never felt anything like it before..” Nikki says.
I suddenly felt very dizzy, nauseous aswel.. i felt like.. i was gonna throw up.. or.. maybe faint.. maybe i had to many drinks? i only had two.. but before i knew it .. i was throwing up all over Nikki’s lap.. ouch.
I look up at him in shock, covering my mouth. Unable to get any words out..
“Well.. not the reaction i was hoping for..” Nikki chuckles, taking off his leather jacket and attempting to wipe himself clean.
“I-im so sorry..” i say softly, running to the bathroom and grabbing a roll of toilet paper, as i return i clean Nikki’s lap. “That wasn’t meant to happen..” i chuckle.
“Sure hope not..” he chuckles back. “Don’t worry about it, you’re still beautiful.” He smirks.
“I’ll take you back to your apartment.” Nikki says softly, kind of upset.
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As we make it to my doorstep Nikki stands infront of me, looking down at me. “Nikki..”
“Yeah..?” He says. “Will.. you stay with me..? Tonight?” I say softly. “Sure..” he replies.
We both walk into my huge apartment. “Wow..” Nikki says. “You don’t wanna see my place..” he chuckles.
I chuckle tiredly, “I’ll show you my room..” I say, walking into my room, plopping down on my bed, sighing deeply.
“Killer bedroom..” he says. “Do you have a spare room for me?”
“Uhm, you could just.. stay in my bed with me.. if you want.” I say tiredly.
“Okay..” “Can i take these off?” He says tugging on his leather pants. “Sure, whatever.” I say, taking off my skirt and shirt, replacing them with some shorts and a tank top as Nikki steps in the bed with just his boxers.
I pull the blanket over myself. “You know, I didn’t mean for tonight to happen this way..” I say, looking at Nikki laying next too me.
“It’s okay, really..” he smiles and sighs. “I’ll make it up to you..” I say sweetly and Nikki smirks. I turn off the lights and close my eyes. “Night.”
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The next morning i woke up first, cuddled up next to Nikki. Honestly not even gonna ask why or how. I get up from the bed out of Nikki’s grip. Walking over too the bathroom and looking into the mirror. I looked like shit, my make-up was smushed and my hair was an explosion, fixed that by brushing it and washing my face.
I stumble over too my kitchen, making some coffee, for Nikki too i guess..
Bedroom door opens and Nikki comes out and walks over to me standing behind me and scaring the living hell out of me by telling me “Morning.” In my ear.
“Fucking hell, Nikki.” I yell and sip my coffee frowning. “Don’t be dramatic” he says.
“Piss off.” I reply. “So, Y/N, motleys doing a show tomorrow here in New York.” “Annddd…?” I tease.
“I’ll be there.” I say and Nikki smiles.
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