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nickelsgirls · 9 months
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Mick Mars x Reader
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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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robocoplesb · 7 months
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YOU'RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx [ 02 ]
warnings: reader drinking & getting drunk, reader has a specified music taste.
author's note: hi, sweeties! im sorry this chapter is short, but besides the fact that i was already taking too long to post, i liked the result anyway. hope u like it too! kisses & good read. <3
chapter one. chapter three
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chapter two.
“— be careful, lady!" — tommy yelled at you from the driver's seat. he looked at the younger sister's figure, smiling. it's been a long time since he's seen you like this.
you felt the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but that didn't mean you had taken anything that morning. the wind ruffled your hair and you laughed euphorically as you continued to lean your body out the car window. it was like tommy's words didn't even reach you.
you and tommy woke up late that day, having an long argument with your parents last night. tommy was surprised when you started defending him, since you rarely came out against your parents, but you did. something about you changed that night.
you were in the car, going to nikki's house. as soon as nikki gave the address, tommy was already in the car, not even having eaten yet. as he started the car, you got in, without saying anything. he thought it was strange but didn't say anything.
and you? you heard tommy talking to nikki that morning. you got ready quickly and managed to catch tommy starting the car. he didn't know about the conversation you had with nikki last night, in truth, you didn't consider that was why you woke up so excited that morning. you thought it was sudden, and you didn't want to look for reasons because you haven't felt like this for a long time. it was good. you and tommy shouted out the lyrics of whole lotta love, accompanying robert plant's voice coming from the radio.
when tommy stopped the car in front of the apartment complex, you sat back and took a deep breath. your curls were messy and you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"— how you feel?” - tommy asked laughing. he really was worried, but he couldn't help but laugh at your panting state.
"— amazing!” — you smiled before getting out of the car.
tommy put his arm around your shoulders as you walked together to nikki's apartment, thinking you were going to fall over at any moment.
“— my hair is fine?” — you asked when tommy was about to ring the bell. he looked at you confused.
“— why? you wanna be fine for the bassist?” — he laughed, teasing you.
you opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out. his comment surprised you, even you were used to tommy talking nonsense shit, but you didn't understand why. he laughed even harder when he noticed the vibrant shade of pink on your cheeks and just lightly runned his fingers through your hair, smoothing a few strands.
“— better now, lady" - 'lady' was a stupid nickname tommy gave you when you were in middle school. you thought it was cute, but would never admit it.
after tommy rang the doorbell, you were at least a minute standing in front of the door, waiting for nikki, but nothing happened. he repeated the action three more times, until you felt stressed and simply opened the door. you didn't know the door was unlocked, and you thought nikki was an idiot for it, but just walked in.
on the couch, there was a nikki sleeping with a bass on his lap and a bottle of jack next to him. while tommy gave him a few weak slaps across the face to wake him up, you picked up the bottle and took a sip.
when nikki woke up, he looked startled at you and tommy, dropping the bass to the floor.
"— fuck!-” — he scream, desperate with the situation.
you laughed at him as tommy widened his eyes thinking the man was going to hit him or something. actually, he was pretty calm (after a few minutes of deep breathing). he offered food to you and tommy and after a while, you sat back and listened to them start arguing about the band thing.
nikki offered you to sit next to him, and tommy was sitting in front of you. they exchanged some papers, probably lyrics and other song ideas they had written. you didn't pay attention to the conversation, feeling your brain being hit by the alcohol you had drunk earlier.
“— there's a market in the back street, I'll go there and get more beer. well, since your sister took what was left.” — nikki laughed as he got up from the couch.
“— NO! hm- i mean, huh, you don't have to! i can go there!” — tommy said and got up first, looking at me angrily and feeling embarrassed by the bassist's comment, even though it was just a joke.
“— ah... fine, then...” — nikki looked worried about tommy, but just sat with you again and pretended nothing had happened.
when tommy closed the door, nikki looked at you. you weren't looking back, but you felt his gaze. you knew there was something going on between you since yesterday, but didn't want to do anything about it now.
you smiled softly when you recognized the song that was playing on the radio. it seemed that moment, that silence you and nikki agreed to remain, it had only been made for the input of stevie nicks voice flooding the room.
you had a kinda rock n roll look. always with messy hair, wearing leather, dark colors and band shirts. that's why everyone was always surprised when you talked about your favorite artists. queen, fleetwood mac, david bowie, elton john, janis joplin ...well, they really played rock, but not the type of rock people used to think you were into.
you were quick to get up and turn up the radio, rocking your body while the music played. nikki didn't take her eyes off you for a second, but you didn't notice that. he wasn't a big fan of fleetwood mac, but at that moment, he thought that the only things that existed in the world were you and the melody of that song.
"— dance with me, sixx!" — you said excited, clearly drunk. do you remember thinking at that moment that nikki looked a little sad, for no reason, you just thinked. that's why you reached out to him, wanting to share that moment with him. you didn't care that you didn't even knew him right, you wanted him to feel good.
he got up slowly, not knowing what to do. he just spun you around the room a few times, laughing when he heard the sound of your laugh, smiling when he catched you staring at him for some seconds.
"— pale shadow, she's a dragon!" — you shouted, not caring if anyone was listening.
then you stopped in the middle of the room. looking at nikki with an innocent smile on your face. he thought you were the most complete thing that had ever passed through his life
“— gold dust woman...woman, woman...” — you hummed, looking at him as if looking for something. a story, an answer, a feeling.
and all you got was the insecurity and vulnerability hidden in the green of his eyes.
Y/N L. S. BASS (guitarist): “oh, yes!” laughs “he gave me that nickname; ‘gold dust woman’. i was called that for many years, but he started it. hm, i never understood the reason”
NIKKI SIXX (bassist): “it was her song, for me" he says, smiling "you can't listen to this song without remembering that woman”
“ honey, you need it
i'm gonna give you all my love. ”
— whole lotta love, led zeppelin.
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starpearlz · 1 year
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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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dancing around the fire
part one ➳ “shut up geoff”
Mötley Crüe x F!Reader, Metallica x F!Reader
A/N: idk what magicians hat I pulled this out of but Bon Appétit 🎩🐇 ALSO NO HATE TO ANY BANDS ITS FOR THE PLOT I PROMISE
Tags: @slashscowboyboots @lost-in-the-80s @shelickedthebeater
Warnings: profanity, enemies to pretend-lovers(?), fake romance... etc?
FIND PART 2 HERE
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Relief had finally settled in your gut at the thought of finally being able to finalize the newest album your band, [insert badass band name here], had been working on for months. The three of you always busted your asses to put in the best work you could with each song you wrote. Daniel was probably one of the best drummers you’ve worked with, he had great ideas and loved working on the lyrics when you found yourself with writer's block. The two of you had a good flow, and when you were drunk on stage and felt cocky, you’d think about how the two of you could probably take over the world… Of course, that was the liquor talking, but you truly were a great team. You sang lead vocals and played the guitar. Being the lead wasn’t exactly your favorite part of the industry, but someone has to do it. 
And then there’s Geoff. 
When he isn’t playing his main casting part as “pain in your ass” he actually was a kick-ass bassist. 
But on days like today that “pain in your ass” label was coming out pretty strong. 
“Hey, do you guys know what would make this song even better?” Geoff marched into the studio like he was on a mission. 
“Geoff, I swear to God, if you say a cowbell one more time—”
“A kazoo!” 
The next few moments were filled with baffled silence as you and Daniel watched Geoff pull out a neon-green lint-covered kazoo from his pocket. 
“You know man, I think it’d be better to hold off on the kazoo until the next album. Doesn’t really fit the vibe.” Daniel said with a polite shrug.
“True!” Geoff nodded before exiting into the storage room. 
“Do you guys know what would make this song even better?” A familiar Danish accent entered the room.
“You were supposed to be here at noon,” You watched as James walked into the studio, followed by Lars, Kirk, and Jason. “It’s half past three. The hell were you doing?” 
“Jacking off.” James shrugged, causing you to laugh. 
“You’re a dick,” You rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled, “We really needed y'alls help deciding on the album cover, but ultimately Daniel chose because Geoff kept having suggestions of what would make the cover ‘so much better’.” 
“Honestly, I think that unicorn drawing would’ve added a nice touch.” Kirk pointed at the poorly-drawn, unicorn stick figure Geoff had left laying out. 
“That’s what I said!”
You hadn’t even noticed that Geoff had snuck back in yet. “Hey, do you guys know what would make the album so much better? If we toured with Jimmy Buffett!” 
“Oh, yeah, then you could drink margaritas and learn the language of the parrot-heads,” James nodded, “maybe start a cult even—”
“Shut up, fucker, he’ll genuinely consider it,” Daniel whispered, elbowing James in the side. But it was too late. Excitement had already filled Geoff’s eyes, and his converse squeaked against the linoleum floors as he pivoted towards your direction.
“Y/N, can we—” 
“No.” 
“Aw, damn,” Geoff pouted, hanging his head low like a disappointed child, “I’m going back to the storage room.” 
Once Geoff had made his exit, you and Daniel began filling Metallica in on the details for your newest album. You’d been friends with Metallica since you had started out in ‘84. They always had some of the best inputs and never let you down when you needed some other opinions. James sat comfortably beside you on the broken-down sofa. His arm slung over your shoulder while you flipped through different cover art designs you had looked through earlier. 
“Well, well, well, if it ain’t the breakfast club.” You paused mid-sentence and looked at the door where four newcomers stepped in. Your stomach turned as you took in the intruders. 
Mötley Crüe.
“The fuck are you guys doing here?” You grunted, pushing aside the cover art and shifted to look at all of them. 
“They’re here to help.” Andrea, your manager smiled as she and Doc McGhee walked in after the four. 
“That’s funny, if we wanted the help of a bunch of monkey-asses we would’ve gone to the zoo and asked the baboons.” You scoffed, making a point to glare directly at Nikki. Andrea was well aware of your history with Sixx. He was an ex and not one that you’re still carrying a torch for.
“I told you this was a waste of time.” Nikki crossed his arms.
“Y/N, you should watch your tone. Considering that you’ll be spending lots of time with Mötley Crüe, Sixx in particular… You might want to change the way you behave around him.”
“What do you mean, ‘spending lots of time with Mötley Crüe’?” You raised a brow.
“Well, in order to increase sales for both of your albums when they’re released… you’ll be dating Nikki. Publicly. Y’know, since you’ve got history and everything? The fans are gonna love it.” 
Your jaw dropped to the floor, but before you could say anything, Lars beat you to the punch. 
“You gotta be mcfocking kidding me.”
“Lars—”
“Just when you focking think something possibly good could focking come out of this situation. Here comes Doc and Andrea. Honking their focking clown noses—”
“LARS—”
“Just honkhonkhonkhonkhonkhonnnnk”
“I got 20 bucks right here for whoever will knock grumpy the dwarve's ass out,” Vince pulled a crisp $20 bill from his pocket. If you thought Lars lost his shit before, he was going absolutely apeshit now.
“WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME YOU PUNK ASS BOTTLE BLOND BITCH—”
It took a while, but once James, Kirk, and Jason managed to drag a feral, kicking and screaming, five-foot-six, danish drummer out of the room a cold silence followed. 
“No.” You looked at Andrea. 
“You don’t get a choice, Y/N, that’s the thing… Doc signed off on it, and I signed off on it. It’s set in stone. You’ll be playing the part of Nikki’s girlfriend as long as we see fit.
“You can't do that!” Daniel argued. 
“Actually we can. Like you and Geoff, Y/N signed a contract. If she doesn't follow through with this publicity stunt, then Elektra Records will drop you.” Doc finally spoke up. 
“Let them fuckin' drop us then!” You were seeing red. Trying to figure out how in the fuck Andrea weaselled this behind your back. 
“Y/N, we’ll figure this out. We can get a lawyer to look into the legal details…” Daniel pulled you aside, “Until then though….” He shrugged, “We can’t afford for this record to flop.” 
You hated that he was right, for now, the situation was out of control. Even if you wanted to say “fuck this deal, and fuck you”, you really needed your upcoming record to sell. 
“Fine, but if he gets any funny ideas I’m chopping off his dick and hanging it on a necklace.” You held out an unenthusiastic hand for Nikki to shake.
“Hey, do you guys know what would make this publicity stunt so much better?” 
“SHUT UP GEOFF!”
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thesmokingguns · 1 year
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Accidents Happen
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Rewrite of Kitten
Warning: Minors DNI 18+ Sex, cum play, breeding kink, dirty talk, possession kink, degradation, rough sex
“That’s my girl. Fuck kitten.” Nikki had you riding on his lap, one arm around your waist to squeeze your pinned arms in place and help keep you steady as your thighs and hips controlled the movements. Forced to ride his cock, up and down in a steady motion he had you doing. Your body aching as it moved for him. Needing him to tell you what to do so you could please him. Knowing better than to stop.
He was pushing up into you, fast and deep thrusts as you lost all train of thought and just let him fuck you. The way you moved sloppier as he took over, the wetness of your pussy creaming over his shaft as the wet sounds of your pleasure and him filling you echoed through the bedroom. Your nipples were taunt, dragging across his chest into erotic points of pleasure that were stimulated by you riding him.
He flipped you, pressing your knees into the mattress, taking your hands behind your lower back and holding you in position as he smacked your ass, watching it turn bright pink and bounce back to meet his thrusts. He was so deep inside of  you, your toes curling with pleasure from the feeling of him filling you. Deeper and deeper with each needy thrust.
It wasn’t until he warned you, in that deep grumble of a voice, that he was going to cum that something snapped in your brain and you thought of the tin foil packet still filled with little pills.
“Don’t. No. Nikki STOP!” Your words fell on deaf ears as you tried to wiggle off him but his other arm wrapped around you, sealing you in place as he pressed himself deeper into you, cock letting out spurts of hot cum as your body yearned to cum around him, “I forgot my birth control,” and at that he released you, letting you fall back into the bed, seeing the fierce anger in his eyes as he looked at the pitiful display of your used body.
“You have one job and you can’t even fucking do that.” He sneered it out, wiping his wet cock against the back of your thighs. Reducing your body to a nothing object. You were his cum rag, used to clean his spent cock.
Nikki could turn and be mean when he felt like things were out of his control. You usually took things and made him feel better and he would repay you tenfold. But when his eyes darkened like they had now you knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy punishment.
Cum dripped down your thighs as you literally drooled on the sheets so fucked out that you were mindless and thinking of yourself as an object for the man and no longer a person, groaned as you felt Nikki’s finger slide inside of your used cunt. You ached around him, raw from the rough drawn out sex. Tender cunt throbbing around his fingers and clamping down from habit around him. Pulling more of his cum out with his two fingers, curling them in a come here motion tha had your over stimulated g-spot sending signals to your brain that had your eyes crossing, pulling from you what he had left behind moments before.
The cum was wiped on your thighs, sticky and wet. Sore form hom Nikki was scratching across the backs of them as he used your body like a towel. He was taking his cum from you and using it as a punishment. You wondered if he would let it dry there, like stains serving as a warning for what a dirty girl you were.
“I’m sorry daddy.” You said with a sob as he prodded your sore walls with his fingers and caused another whimper of pain and shame from your lips. He wasn’t taking it easy on you and the frustration he had for you was rolling out of him and was causing this tension in the bedroom. And you wanted to go back, do anything to make him happy.
Nikki just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he looked at you, the way you were pressed against the sheets and being still, afraid to move because he was furious at you. Pussy achy and leaking cum as his fingers left you, a few globs of his cum coming out and making the wet spot grow underneath you as the cum that missed the skin of your thighs fell to the sheets. Or the cum dripped down, over your thighs and past the back of your knees, wetting the sheets you were kneeling on.
“So pathetic.” He muttered, finally speaking as you feared the aftermath of your mistake, “You forget your birth control today and now I have to clean your filthy pussy for you after you take all my cum like a good girl?” he paused for a second and it was so quiet you knew only something bad could happen from him. How mad was he for you forgetting?, “You know what, no. You want to be a bad girl? I’ll treat you like that” You sniffled a sob out, hating when he was mad at you and wanting to go back to him taking pleasure from your body. Be his good little girl taking his cock again..
The head of Nikki’s cock was at your entrance pressing inside of you as he once more started to fuck you. The soreness from his fingers, inside of your body stretched raw and painful around the girth of his cock, whimpering at the full stretch of him once more filling you with his body. Your body was already clutching around him and squeezing as you got used to him fucking you again. No time to recover and just used up like his personal sex toy. Your favorite thing to be.
“We’re not going to clean up your dirty little pussy anymore. You want to forget your birth control? Daddy is going to put a baby inside of you and show you there are consequences for your actions.” You whimpered as he slammed into you, not taking it easy on you like you wanted him to do. This wasn’t love making but this was a punishment fuck and you were very aware that this was to show you how easily he could use you.
Hard fast fucking where he didn’t care about your orgasm and slapped your hands away when you tried to touch the spot between your legs to give yourself a bit of pleasure if he wasn’t going to make the effort on it. This fuck wasn’t for you but this was for him to take out his frustration on you. Using you as he wanted to; you were just a hole at the moment to him. He had you bent, folded like a throw blanket on the bed as he thrust so deep inside of you your stomach hurt from the impact.
His cum once more filled you as he slapped inside of you, cock draining into you as you wondered how he managed to cum so much and if you were going to be forced to clean him out of you yourself.
“What do you say?” Nikki asked, pulling out as you whimpered at the burn of him moving out of you. Your body is so used to his by now that the sore skin didn’t know what to do without some part of his body pressed against it. His fingers now pushing the cum he had been taking out of you now being pushed back inside, making sure you were stuffed with it.
“Thank you daddy.” The words managed to squeak out from between your lips and you felt his smile without seeing it. Knowing he was smiling at you eased your worrying.
Something about breeding you softened Nikki and he was laying beside you, stroking your hips with the tips of his fingers, fingers brushing over your belly as he laid beside you, holding your knees to your chest so that he gave his swimmers time to swim up and do what he wanted them to do..
“Stop taking your birth control, okay? I want to put a baby in you. I’ll take care of you both, you just worry about staying healthy. Okay, darling?” You nodded, tired and needing him to love you, he could sense that, “Close your eyes and get some rest, we’re going to be very busy.” He warned, knowing that now that he had the idea of breeding you in his mind he wasn’t going to be able to stop until it was done..
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lady-jane3 · 2 years
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°✧ sheltered ✧°
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pairing: tommy lee x fem!reader
warnings: corruption/innocence kink, drug use (weed so idk maybe that doesnt really count), drinking, & nsfw
a/n: in honor of his post this morning at 4am & how almost eerie it is bc I wrote this yesterday
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It all started with a dumb enough idea that somehow had latched onto his mind and kept him following it through. Y/N was one of the backup singers, real pretty with a clear voice and a bangin’ body. Because she was auditioning for their band, everyone assumed she was like anyone else that got involved in the not-strictly-business company of the band. But that became pretty clearly untrue when Y/N came on tour and acted a little bit differently. She would hide away in a bathroom stall to change or make sure the doors were locked if she had to change quickly. She didn’t go to any of the parties or even drink at the catered dinners backstage. She pulled her costumes around so they didn’t reveal as much, not that it was really possible when the tops were basically decorated bras. 
One night when a group of the staff and band had been talking, Y/N ended up revealing the truth. It explained absolutely everything about why she was so shy with all those things. She had grown up in a strict household and she was banned from even talking to boys outside of a classroom until she was eighteen; she lived a sheltered life. Drinking, drugs, and partying were absolutely out of her realm. She confessed that when she was finally moved out alone, she would listen to their music as a guilty pleasure and get really into the intense, loud sounds that she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of. But that was about all she had ever warmed up into. So, the idea of pushing her limits a little further and eventually corrupting her had latched onto Tommy’s mind, making progress as the tour continued on.
The first thing he got her comfortable with was drinking – a simple enough thing that most normal people did. She took a few sips of beer and scrunched her nose at the initial taste. He insisted it tasted better once enough of it made it down her throat and she gradually drank down the rest of the beer can. She asked for a sip of the Jack Daniels he and Nikki seemed to like so much but coughed at the burn, hanging back the bottle with bewildered eyes. It seemed impossible for them to drink as much of it as they did onstage. He kept a close eye on her that night, making sure she wasn’t feeling sick or too out of it before she got to bed. Apparently, the experience was good enough because the next day she was drinking on her own and asked to try a cigarette. Not about to refuse her request, he reached for his pack and handed one to her. 
“Like this?” Y/N asked, the little white stick between her full lips. 
“Yeah, now hold on.” He guided, reaching for his lighter. “When the flame is touching the end, suck your breath in and blow out the smoke.”
“Okay.” She mumbled, her brows scrunched while she followed his instructions. 
The smoke billowed out from her lips and she took a proper drag, smiling then gleefully exclaiming when she brought the cigarette between two fingers, “I did it, Tommy!”
“Yeah, good job, angel.” He remarked, keeping a side-eye on her as she smoked through the cigarette with a few coughs. 
His plan was fucking working and it was barely taking any effort, like she wanted to be corrupted into their way of life. She seemed to hang around beside him a lot more now than she had before, slinging her legs over his lap on couches or floating over to his side to bum another cigarette off of him. Or, as per her new interest, sometimes she’d smoke a joint. Then, one night after a particularly electric show when she danced all over Vince, she got a little more touchy with Tommy too. He was the closest person to her on this tour and she felt the most comfortable with him, enough to cuddle up to him then kiss along his neck. Her long lashes batted up at him as she smiled, his brows arched up in surprise at her gesture. 
“Whatcha doin’, angel?”
“Kissing your neck.”
“Yeah, I can see that but where are you trying to get with that?”
“I dunno.” She answered, pressing another kiss up along his jaw. 
“You wanna try that somewhere else? Have you even kissed anyone properly before?”
She pursed her lips and shifted back, shaking her head bashfully. 
“Aww, really? Not even a quick little peck?”
“No…”
“You wanna try? You already started kissing on my neck and most people think that’s a little more daring.” 
Her eyes went wide, “Really? You’d do that for me? You sure it’s… it’s not just out of pity?”
“No, angel, of course not.” He reassured her, his hand coming to her cheek.
“Then… okay, teach me how to do it right.” She smiled, coming up a little with her posture and looking at him intently. 
Fuck, it was like she was the last pure thing on earth or a rare gem amidst all of them. Everyone here was fucked up and wasted, she was so full of life all on her own. And she wanted him. She trusted him and he was rotting his brain away every night on zombie dust. It was too fucking crazy to believe it was happening but, if it was a dream, he wasn’t going to let it slip out of his grasp. 
“Alright, just follow my lead and do what feels natural. I’ll tell you if anything’s off, okay?”
“Okay.” She answered with a smile, shyly leaning in closer. 
His hand on her cheek brought her in a centimeter away, giving her just a moment to back out from the proximity but she stayed. He pressed his lips onto hers, letting her adjust for a second before making a few movements and acting slow enough for her to catch on. Y/N let out a small hum of surprise as her hands rested beside the two sides of his neck, mimicking what his mouth was doing and tentatively following along when his tongue joined in. She ended up climbing onto his lap and rutting her hips over his tight leather pants out of instinct, absolutely breathless when he pulled back to ask how far she was trying to go with all that gyrating over his lap. Y/N got shy and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, thanking him for the lesson then disappearing off to get to her hotel room. 
Then the next time any experimentation happened was in her room, after Y/N pulled him along with her and begged him to teach her something else. He had an idea of what she was going to ask, thinking it was going to be some kinda sloppy makeout session between second and third base, but he found himself caught off-guard with how fast she was moving on. As soon as the door shut, she pushed him back against the door and got down on her knees to demonstrate what she was asking for. He pulled her back up and guided her over to her room’s bed. 
“Try up here where your knees won’t get all bruised up. Then I can show you how someone should return the fucking favor.” Tommy directed.
“O-Okay. So, do I just…?” She asked, her hands reaching for the laces of the pants. 
He pulled the restricting material down his legs and kicked it off, smiling at the bewildered look on Y/N’s face when she saw what had been in those pants; there was a reason why he told her to take it slow. Her lips pressed kisses against the skin and her tongue made little kitten licks all along his length. Only after she’d gotten a little warmed up did he try guiding her into wrapping her mouth around him, asking her to suck in her cheeks and keep her teeth away. Y/N didn’t get much past the halfway mark but it was good enough for a first time. He told her to use her hands the rest of the way with her mouth around him and just knowing that Y/N was so willing for him drove him right near the deep end. 
“Lemme do that for you. Then start off slow, angel.”
“Fuck, that’s right, angel, keep fuckin’ going.” 
Her mouth started making those unintelligible glugging noises as she rocked her mouth over him. 
His hands were in her hair and he was pulling her in steadily, his fingers gripping just a little harder as he got closer, “You wanna try some cum for the first time today, angel?”
Y/N just hummed around him and he groaned at the feeling. 
“Shit, that’s a trick to make it feel even better, humming. If you want it, tap my leg. If you don’t, reach up higher by my stomach or some- shit!”
Her hand drifted downward, staying at his leg with her big doe eyes looking right up at him like she was asking him for something as innocent as helping her with homework rather than filling up her mouth. He could only fucking imagine what it would be like if, or maybe when, she asked him to go all the fucking way with her. She’d be so desperate, so wet, and so goddamn tight that he probably wouldn’t last nearly as long as usual. Picturing that thought drove his pleasure into overdrive and he fucked into her face, forcing her throat to gag around him as she hummed out startled noises. He had to stop as his body went rigid, feeling the cum spraying strings inside her mouth through his flexing cock. His head fell back and he tried to catch his breath as his body felt shaken. 
“Shit, angel, you’re such a fast learner. Not bad at all.” He breathed out, brushing her cheek with the palm of his hand. 
“Thank you.” She answered immediately, startled when the white substance started dripping out of her mouth and she raised a hand up to cover it. 
“You can spit that out or swallow it if you don’t wanna make a mess.” 
She nodded, giving herself a moment before swallowing thickly and showing off her emptied mouth to him. 
“Good fucking girl. I could swear you know a little bit of what you’re doing if you hadn’t been so obviously new to kissing.” He teased. 
She squirmed over her haunches as her eyes drifted down to the pattern on the bedspread, “Um, well, how were you gonna return the favor? I can’t really learn from that, right?”
“Oh, you can fucking learn. It takes a while to get yourself relaxed so I’m gonna take my fucking time with you. Just lay back and give me some room in between those gorgeous thighs of yours. Fuck, you’re fun to corrupt.” 
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psych0-str1ngs · 7 months
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Take a trip on the wild side- Tommy Lee
Authors Note: This was kind of a request, but either way I'm very happy to be back in my writing era. I feel like I'm pretty good at it. Anyways enjoy @loveisblindnessxox!
Warnings: Cussing, if that's even a warning.
We all sat around glass table, laughing and joking. It was Me, Tommy, Nikki, Mick, and Vince of course. The band had just performed at the whiskey-a-go-go and we were all absolutely shit faced. I was sitting in between Nikki and Tommy, with a bottle of jack in my hands. Just like thousands of other girls, I had a MASSIVE crush on Tommy.. We both like the same music, and we have the same style, he's funny, he isn't the smartest but, let's be honest that's to be expected. He contrasted my personality very well, I'm a calm, kind of quiet person, but man when Tommy was around, there was nothing stopping me from becoming an animal.
Everyone knew about my crush on Tommy, probably from the way I actively stare it him when he isn't looking. When Tommy isn't around all Vince and Nikki do is pressure me into telling him, but I'd never in a million years tell him. They constantly tell me that he likes me back, and that he was also way too nervous to tell me but ofc I didn't believe it. I mean Tommy could have ANY girl he wants, why would he want me out of all people?? No way. I spaced out, hardcore. Tommy looked at me.
"You good Y/n?" Tommy asked moving my hair so he could see my eyes. "Your eyes are so fucking red dude."
"Yeahhh," I said. "Just super tired."
I got up and yawned. Tommy kept his eyes on me.
"I think i'm gonna go home," I slurred standing up and walking to the counter to get my keys.
"Hell no, you aren't driving." Vince said, catching me right before I almost fell on my face.
"But," I hiccuped. "You do it all the time."
"Do as I say not as I do," Vince said walking me to the couch."
I giggled, plopping right down back into my place between Nikki and Tommy. I could have sworn I saw Tommy glaring at Vince for holding onto me. I leaned on Nikki's shoulder.
"Nikki," I whispered.
"What," He whispered back.
"Let's make Tommy jealous." I whispered back giggling.
Even in my drunken state I was still well aware of my feelings towards Tommy. Nikki put his arm around my waist, and I leaned further into him.
"You know Nikki," I let out a giggle. "I've never taken the time to realize how hot you are."
Tommy shifted uncomfortably. Immediately looking sad. Of course I was oblivious because I was so drunk, and high, but Tommy was clearly jealous. HE wanted to be the one you were leaning on.
"Oh yeah?" Nikki laughed. "Have you looked in the mirror?"
"Should I?" I batted my eyelashes.
"No need to," He leaned closer. "I'll tell you how hot you look."
Tommy got up angrily, almost slamming the Jack Daniels bottle on the table.
"I'm going to sleep," He said with no emotion in his voice.
I pouted. "What why?"
"Because," Tommy dead panned me, and walked off, slamming the door so hard one of the posters on the outside of his door fell off. The guys all looked at me.
"Now's your time," Mick said.
"Gee, what am I dying?" I laughed.
"I'm serious Y/n." He started. "He obviously likes you. Grow a pair and go ask him out."
I groaned, Nikki pushed me up off the couch. My hands shook, while I gave them all a thumbs up. Walking up to the door, I picked up his poster, and knocked softly.
"Tommmmy," I said. "I'm coming in."
I got no response, but continued to come in anyways. Tommy was by his window, smoking a cig. I layed his poster on his bed, and grabbed a cigarette.
"What's wrong T-bone," I asked, grabbing a lighter and sitting by the window.
"It's none of your business," He stated coldly, his eyes scanned the night sky from his place in the chair placed next to the window.
"Why not?" I pouted. "I just want to help you."
"Help me?" Tommy looked offended. "If you wanted to 'help me' you wouldn't flirt with all my band mates right in front of me."
I stayed quiet, letting him continue.
"I like you Y/n, I really thought it was obvious. I let you touch my hair, I let you sleep in my bed while I sleep on the couch, I let you play at my drum set, which I wouldn't do for anyone else. I let you take care of me, I don't really do that with anyone else. But yet, here we are, me yelling at you because I just want you to see me the way you obviously see Nikki." By now he was standing up.
"Tommy I like you!" I started. "I was flirting with Nikki to make you jealous! I literally could not make it more obvious!!!"
He stopped. His threw his cigarette out of the window, and I set my unlit one on the chair. Tommy walked up to me, his tall slender body flush against mine. I scanned his face, he looked dead in my eyes. His hand landed on the back of my head, holding it lightly. He bent down and kissed me. Finally was all I could think. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, pulling me closer by my waist. He pulled away.
"You're my girlfriend now right?" He asked.
"Of course," I smiled.
We made out a little longer, when all of a sudden, Vince barged in.
“OH MY GOD,” he yelled almost falling. “IT HAPPENED. THEYRE TOGETHER.”
“It was bound to happen,” Nikki said.
The end :)))
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niksixx · 7 months
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Wanted to come on and say I’m am still to this day so thankful for all of you who continue to read my fics 🫶🏼 I haven’t written in over a year and it was definitely the write choice for me, but everyday someone likes or reblogs an old fic and it truly touches me ❤️
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nereamrt · 6 months
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Do you write any Nikki sixx fanfics?
I don’t unfortunately. I have had the idea to write some things, but I don’t think I have enough confidence in my writing to actually post them. I love the Crüe and might have an idea for a story of Nikki and an OC, I just don’t know if people will like it. All in all, I would maybe consider doing it in the future eventually. Maybe I’ll share what I have in mind!
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misswhiskeyheart · 2 years
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"Holy shit," he gasped as he fell beside me. "That was so hot." I rolled onto my side to look at him, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. "I have other ideas if you wanna try them out," I replied. He looked at me, eyes wide with excitement. I giggled and climbed off the bed, heading for the bathroom. "Wanna start now?" I asked, laughing as Tommy vaulted off the bed to join me.
MissWhiskey_Heart on AO3.
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sixxgurl26 · 1 year
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~ Sleazy Sugar ~ 6 - Two Blondies
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Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)
Warnings: 18+, language, violence
Word Count: 2.3K+
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“You guys really need to get your door fixed or something, climbing through this goddamn window isn't it.” I groaned, my foot catching on the sill, causing me to stumble into the small, musty living room these boys called home. Well, Vince, Tommy, and Nikki. Mick lived somewhere else, but we weren't really sure where. He kinda just showed up and disappeared into the night, he wasn’t into the antics like the other three and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
“Tell the cops to stop breaking it down and maybe we’ll fix it.” Vince groaned, taking a sip from his beer as he flipped through his new Playboy magazine. “That would require us to not do things to make the cops break it down.” Tommy stated, ripping the magazine from Vince, before being punched in the shoulder and having it ripped back by the blondie himself. Note to self, don’t mess with Vince’s access to girls of any kind, real or print. “Which is not going to happen. Fuck em.” Nikki spat, taking a swig himself before walking over and handing me a beer already de-capped. Smiling, I took a drink before sitting next to Kayla on the couch, bumping shoulder’s with her as I watched Nikki grab his journal and sit on his lawn chair at the coffee table. Ah, where Sixx did his best work at writing any new song.
It’s been three months since the incident at the Whiskey and the night I stayed at the Motley house after Nikki saved my sorry ass from that creep. Nikki and I haven’t acted with each other like we first had, and he hasn’t made a move on me since, which I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or saddened, but I was becoming more and more comfortable around them, inviting myself into their home and finding myself spending time here after work and even skipping on school sometimes to help Nikki with his thoughts on a song. I wasn’t paying much attention to my real life at the moment, I was giving it the bare minimum I could, while the world of Motley got all the attention I could give it. I was becoming addicted to the electricity of their music, and the antics at their parties. It made me feel alive in a way I never knew was possible, and having Kayla with me almost twenty four seven made it even that much better.
“What are you working on now?” I asked, peering over to his book and he looked up at me with a smirk. “A new song for the new album we are going to be working on soon. I imagine this one will be a single hopefully.” Scribbling away, I could tell he had his verses outlined, but no choruses, though I didn’t know what they said. “What’s your middle name?” Nikki asked me, his eyes looking up into my own for a second as I searched my brains database for the information I didn’t really ever use except for medical forms. “It’s Tessa, why?” He shook his head with a laugh, “no reason, just wondering.” I nodded slowly, another sip into my lips. “Sure Sixx.”
Staring at him, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. I couldn’t identify really what my feelings were for him yet, but I liked the way his lips felt on mine and I know I wanted them on me again, but that felt like irrational thinking, so I pushed it away as soon as it entered my thoughts. This is Nikki we’re talking about, a sleazy, drug snorting, crazy ass psycho, at least to the general public. Still, I would find myself watching him work, long enough that I’m sure he could feel the stare and he would pry his green orbs off his journal to stare up into mine for a moment, throwing me a smirk before heading back down into his own world. I knew Kayla could tell too, as her slanted smiles could tell me she could see into my own mind. She never brought it up in front of them though, to my relief.
The day had come and went and a week later I found myself back here for another party, another night of putting off my work and school and deciding to just “deal with it tomorrow”, which I knew was not going to get me anywhere, but the longer I ignored it, the better it felt to be away from. The Motley house as usual, was packed with people. Most of the people I was starting to recognize as people that usually showed up for the shows and then followed the boys home like they were the pied pipers of Sunrise. Their following was getting bigger by the show, and I knew this excited them.
In the Sunrise scene, they had made it. In Nikki’s eyes, they were just getting started.
The scene was laid out as usual, Vince talking it up with his most likely third victim of the night, Tommy with Kayla coming out of the bathroom disheveled and WAY too happy, Mick in the corner on the couch with a bottle almost passed out, and Nikki taking swigs by the kitchen counter, while talking smugly to a blondie that had been on his hip the whole fucking night.
“I can sense some jealousy.” Kayla playfully sang to me, poking me in the side as she flipped the cap off her corona. My eyes darted from Nikki to the blondie as she placed on a hand on his leather covered bicep, her laugh echoing. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla. “I am not.” I gruffed, doing an amazing job of covering the fact that I was, indeed, jealous. “Yeah and I have a dick, we can tell lies all night but I see through you.” I didn’t dignify that with a response and took another long sip of my own bottle, licking my lips with taste of corona, wishing it was a different taste of something else, or someone else instead.
I hadn’t pursued Nikki since making my exit that night at the club, my mind was still confused on what was the “right” decision, but that didn’t stop me from finding him attractive and getting weak in the knees around him. And the more I stayed around, the more the “bad” decisions seemed to feel right.
“Okay well, maybe go talk to some guy and get over it, or under it. It’s Nikki man, he’s sleazy.” She patted me on the head before walking her way through the crowd back to Tommy and I sighed, surveying the selection before me, but as I stared through the guys that had come to this party, nothing seemed to entice me, not even to make him jealous or even just look up from blondie. And then I saw him, the perfect person to enact my plan with, why had I not thought of it before, and lucky me, he just happened to be free at this moment. “Oh Vinnie!” I sang, shifting my stance to put my weight on one leg, popping my hip out and staring at him enticingly. He stared at me with curiosity, a smile hinting at his lips as he rounded the couch, making his way to me. “What’s up doll?” I smirked, I lifted my hand to his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze, and while I wanted to laugh, I had to keep it together. “You got some broad shoulders here.” I said, and his usual cocky smile turned off as a chuckle dared to come out. “What are you doing?” He asked and I moved in close to his ear so as no one else to hear. “I’m trying to make Nikki jealous.” His eyes widened as he looked at me in shock. “You like Nikki? Out of all the men?” Now I was shocked, I was so sure they all knew we had hooked up and he had even been seen with me all over me before I had ran out that night. “Didn’t you all know we hooked up?” I whispered back and by now, I couldn’t hear blondie anymore, well, not my blondie Vinnie, but Nikki’s blondie, so I was sure the talking between them had ceased at some point. “Well I mean yeah we knew that, but we fuck a lot of girls, I don’t expect them to really like me or like them back, that’s all.” I was going to fight that response, but he was right, that checked out.
“Look, you want to make a man jealous, especially Nikki, I’ll just act like you’re mine and if you’re something he wants, even if he denies that, he won’t be able to after seeing me all over it, he hates when I try to take things of his away.” He whispered in my ear before giving my neck a gentle kiss and while Nikki was the one I was wanting, I couldn’t lie that Vince’s lips on my neck sent shivers down me. Pushing me slightly against the wall, I went along with the act, as his hands came to my waist, gripping me as his lips came up dangerously close to my own, brushing against them slightly as his his free hand dropped to my hip, pulling me closer in. I was hoping to god Nikki did care, because at this rate, I wasn’t sure where this was about to lead me.
Another graze of my collarbone before Vince was ripped off of me with the rage of leather and jet black hair coming in between us and I sighed in relief that it worked, but now fear of what was about to happen.
What was I doing using Vince to get back at Nikki? I wasn’t trying to tear the band apart, just make a statement.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Nikki screamed, Vince taking a step back, eyeing me and then eyeing him back. “I-I was just giving her some attention man, she needed it.” He could of said it less matter of factly and that may have saved him a punch straight to the nose, but instead he chose the route of violence and down Vince went, clutching himself. “NIKKI!” I shouted, pulling his arm down and forcing him to look at me. “STOP IT!” I screamed as loud as possible, the whole place going silent, except the huffs of anger between us. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU KISSING HIM? OF ALL PEOPLE?” He raged on, once Nikki got going, there was no stopping him. He was like a bull and all he saw was red.
“SO? YOU GOT FUCKING BLONDIE OVER THERE PRACTICALLY SUCKING YOUR COCK!”
I wasn’t the fighting type, I wasn’t even the arguing type, but something about him brought something out in me, and I wasn’t backing down in front of God or anybody tonight. Maybe a few too many drinks, maybe not enough.
He smirked slightly, taking amusement from my comment as he crossed his arms, Vince still on the ground moaning and clutching his nose. “So you’re jealous? That’s it? You don’t want me but I can’t play around with other kitties?” His tone was pissing me off and his smile, while deafeningly attractive, angered me like hell.
“I never said I didn’t want you, I was confused Nikki, I am confused, but yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, so I gave you back your own medicine.” I huffed, but my eyes were shifted from him when his blondie entered my view, taking a stance next to him with a wide, smug smile. “Oh honey, you couldn’t have him even if you wanted him. He needs a real woman.” She wrapped her arm around Nikki’s and while he didn’t push her off, he didn’t embrace it either. “Bitch, if you talk to me again, I’ll be knocking you so hard, you’re going to need a nose job before being seen again.” She look taken aback, and the once silent apartment was now filled with whistles and egging on a fight. What is it with men loving to see women fight?
Nikki looked smugger than ever, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. “Don't let me stand in the way.” He snarked. I couldn’t believe him as I stood there, but something inside me blamed myself more. Why did I expect this to go well? Why did I think I belonged here of all places? My anger started to evaporate and as I looked into the girls eyes that seemingly were filled with genuine fear as she eyes my clenched fists, I sighed, releasing my tension.
“Fucking forget it, you can have him.” I turned quickly and started to make my exit, ignoring the sounds of my name from various voices, but not one of them sounded like Nikki’s. Kayla’s was the loudest, and I could feel her hand grab my own as an attempt to stop me, but I ripped it away and stepped through the window.
The farther I got, the quieter it became. I didn't even want to go home, I just wanted to go, so I walked with no clear intention, clutching my arms to keep myself warm and safe. It had felt like it had been an hour after I had left, but I had no clear way of knowing. I didn't know where I was, I was inside my head and thoughts as my body walked on autopilot, but I was ripped back to reality when I heard honking. 
Repeatedly. 
I turned to the blinding headlight as a car whipped close to the sidewalk near me and stopped dead.
Nikki’s eyes glared into mine. “Get in the car before you get abducted or murdered out here.” I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk on. “Fuck off Sixx.” I mumbled out, but the car edged forward to meet me as I continued on. “Get in the FUCKING car.”
Thus ensued what felt like a forever staring contest as we both glared at each other, before I groaned, giving up and slipping into the car before he roared off.
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oktobersilver · 11 months
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i'm taking requests!! i write for bands other than duran duran so feel free to request anything (rock, metal, ect)!!
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robocoplesb · 8 months
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YOU’RE THE GIRL THAT I WANT, nikki sixx.
warnings: reader being mean to tommy, tommy and reader have a love-hate relationship, reader smoking, reader & nikki drinking, blood, reader is 17 (this is not mentioned).
author’s note: i'm not fluent in english, so, if there are any mistakes, let me know. I promise the next chapters will be better. good read<3
chapter two. chapter three.
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chapter one
“— that’s nikki fucking sixx.”
tommy's words get tangled up in my head while i do what i do best for the last twenty minutes. that includes: sit, wait for the waitress to bring my whiskey, continue reading my book and pretend i'm listening to my brother daydream about the last band we saw. after spending two hours in a bar with my brother, watching some bands i only knew from the pictures on his bedroom walls, since our mother doesn't allow tommy to go out without me, here i was. drinking and reading more and more, which was just a test to find out what managed to make me unconscious of tommy's voice first. i almost felt the alcohol start to work on me, but then, tommy again.
"— YN, IT'S NIKKI SIXX"
he "whispered" a little too loudly after throwing a sachet of ketchup at me to get my attention. i almost yelled at him for the red drop that stained my book page, but i thought the couple next to us staring like we were crazy was enough.
“— who?”
i said, visibly irritated. i didn't know who nikki sixx was and wanted to stay like that, but i also knew that the only way to stop that bastard was to let him remind me who that nikki was.
"— from the band we just saw.”
when he turned back, i followed his gaze to the familiar black-haired man we'd saw earlier. when he looks at me again it feels like he's in the same room as god. i laugh at his reaction and take another sip of my drink, not believing his excitement at seeing that guy.
“— should i go talk to him?” — he asks me, extremely nervous. before i can tell him to go, he has another idea. “— yn, we should talk to him!” — i know there's no helping it when he starts pulling me across the diner to the bassist with his bloody nose.
“— nah, nah, nah, tommy! don't do this! i don't want- you fucking brat!-” — are the only things i can mutter as i try to protest. it doesn't work out, since we got to the guy pretty quickly anyway.
nikki doesn't notice us, then tommy starts (in the worst way possible).
“— yo, that was badass, dude.”
i felt shame burn in my bones when he looked up, confusion in his eyes, like he was trying to remember us somewhere in his life. he looked at tommy first, his long messed up hair and the ridiculous leopard leggins he stole from athena earlier. then, he looks at me. i was wearing a tommy jacket that was twice my size, my makeup still hadn't completely melted and i was starting to get drunk. nikki had a long hair and deep green eyes that stayed in mine longer than I expected.
“—...the show, not the nose — he almost stuttered as he realized how strange what he said was. “— but.. the nose is pretty badass too.”
i look down as i cover my face with one of my hands, definitely cursing tommy for keep trying to fix what he said. i say something in a low tone, so only me and the two men can hear. “— shut up, thomas”
“— the singer is an asshole.” - is all he says before he stops staring at me. he seems upset and unwilling to start a conversation, what makes me wonder why we're still here. before awkwardness becomes present between us, tommy smiles at him.
“— i know! we saw the whole thing. but, hey, fuck him, though. he deserved it!”
the words didn't seem to comfort him much, who just ignored it and continued reading the newspaper in front of him. then, in a desperate attempt to get any attention from him, my brother spouts the dumbest line i've ever heard him say.
"— i got your poster on my bedroom wall.” again, he realizes reality automatically and the regret is visible in the way he avoids eye contact with the bassist. there is an eerie silence after he says this. a silence i break before he adds another idiocy.
“— i can't believe you just said that. - i felt tommy stare at me like he was screaming "you are not helping". i look at him, then at nikki. “— sorry, man. i'm yn, this is my brother, tommy. he still hasn't learned much about socialization.”
and he smiled, an act so quick i almost missed the way he looked at me before the waitress stopped beside us again. “— anything else i can get you, kids?” — before she could finish her sentence, tommy had already sat down in the chair across from nikki, and i just followed him.
nikki turned for her. “— could you get me a jack and coke?”
she nodded and wrote down what he asked. “— and for you?” — she asked tommy, who wasn't really hungry, but asked for something to continue the conversation.
“blueberry pancakes, please.”
then she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. “— a shot of strawberry liqueur” — her first reaction was to try to hide her laughter, the second was to ask for my id. in fact, i understood why. i really wasn't old enough to legally consume alcohol, and being between two guys who were noticeably older than me just made me look younger. i showed her my (clearly fake) id. obviously, she didn't believe i was 28, as it said there. no sane person would believe that, but she just walked away and said nothing.
“— my new band is gonna be something nobody’s ever fucking seen before.” — nikki tells us. he has such a dreamy bright ligh in his eyes, that for one moment, makes me think he could light up the whole city very easily. tommy also seemed enlightened at the idea of being able to be part of this future band.
nikki reads something in his paper and then circle with a red pen. I don't pay attention to what's written, but my brother is quick to pull one of his drumsticks from his belt and point to the circled text. “— that dude looks pretty cool.” — he says.
nikki smiles, looking a little frustrated. “— do you carry this with you everywhere?” — he points to the drumstick twirling between tommy's fingers.
“— yeah, he thinks he'll get the girls with this” — i say after looking at Tommy and seeing how he didn't know the best answer to that question.
“— where’d you learn to do that?” — nikki asks.
tommy's stick almost hits the floor when he notices the bassist's sudden interest. “— school marching band” — he answers. “— hey, but he rock’s too” — i add, trying to help him get along with nikki
the waitress arrives with our orders. nikki took the cap off the bottle and took the whole bottle. it wasn't actually a big bottle, but still tommy was impressed with what he made.
nikki smiled again, with a different aura.
“— are you from the city?”
“— yes, we are always around”
...
“— good to know.”
-
i watched tommy argue with a officer across the street, since our car had been fined. with every scream i heard from them, it was like hearing my parents' future screams at me. i took the cigarette that was tucked behind my ear and put it to my lips, hoping to find a lighter between my bag’s mess. i didn't find it. i dropped the bag from my hands, thinking that there was no way this shit could get any worse. we left the diner as soon as we finished our conversation with nikki. i had been standing here for over 10 minutes and i felt like i would soon be the next one to explode.
“— hey, yn, right?” — i heard someone say right after putting a hand on my shoulder. i turned around, and there was the bassist again. he analyzed my brother's situation for a few seconds before looking at me again. “— are you ok?”
i took the cigarette from my lips and forced a smile “— yeah, just… he still hasn’t got his driver’s license either”
“— you can say that.” — and despite how i was at that moment, i laughed. it was a good feeling. almost as i could forget what was really going on across the street. “— well, can i get your number? he's in, but we need to talk about the band.”
“— can you get me a lighter?” — i was going to pass the number for him anyway, i saw how excited tommy was about it.
nikki took a lighter out of her pocket and lit it, placing it closer to me. i held the cigarette between my lips again and leaned in, until the smell of nicotine invades my nostrils.
"- thaanks” — i said as i picked up my bag from the floor and started looking for something again. i took out a slightly crumpled cigarette and handed it to him, seeing the confusion on his face again. “— turn it.” — he obeyed, the same way i obeyed my mother a few months ago when she told me to write down our new number, so i wouldn't forget. i wrote it on a cigarette because it was the first thing i saw in front of me.
he stuffs the cigarette in his jacket pocket, along with the lighter, then turns to me again. “— i will need your brother to come to my house tomorrow. you can come too.”
“—ownt, thank you for the permission, sir.” — i laugh as i drag the cigarette again, and then crossed the street.
[ ★ ]
“ look at you kids, you know you're the coolest
the world is yours and you can't refuse it
seen so much, you could get the blues
but that don't mean that you should abuse it. ”
— love, lana del rey.
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undinegeist · 2 years
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flip me the bird, love story (1)
-xx-
I’m at the Rainbow, scanning the room for the bastard band I’ll be following on their next tour...who knows who came up with that brilliant idea.
I'm still glad to be chosen by virtue of having a vagina...if they're about to explode, it could be the story of a lifetime...enough to make it worth just about everything.
“Y/N, glad you could make it.” There's the manager; I've had the displeasure of, up to this point, only meeting him on the phone. “I was starting to think you weren't coming."
“Nothing short of the apocalypse would stop me.” I play it off cool, but that's just show; this is gonna be rad. "Where are they?"
“In the back, to avoid damage.” He sighs. “Probably breaking shit 'cause we're not there yet.”
I follow him, and of fucking course the scene is the ultimate rockstar wet dream; half-naked woman dancing everywhere, chicks crawling out from under tables around the room, wiping men off their lips as they move on to the next one; one doing just that where the bad boys are siiting...sitting back, riding on their blow jobs like they didn't even happen, which if you believe the hype that they get so much, might as well not have.
"Bitches, aren't they?" I shouldn't say that, but fuck it; it's what they are.
I haven't gotten this far by playing nice, despite the warning from bitch boss that I behave, not blow this for him...as if he hadn't been salivating to go, knowing they'd never agree to a suburban suit sitting in...using me, using him. My win, his loss...loss springs eternal.
“Absolutely." He says it with a super straight face, where I had expected a scolding. "You dealt with these types before?"
"Yeah, made the mistake of dating a bass player...can't get much lower than that." Though that was just how I liked it.
He whistles. "That'd do it for ya. Mind if I ask who was the prick?"
"Some nobody who hasn't flown. Point is...I can hack them."
"Good...Lord knows they could use that."
The moment they see McGhee, they're hollering, screaming him over...with a long-suffering sigh, he leads the way.
"What's up, boys? Need me to get you another bitch?"
“As if we’d need you for that...” Half snarl, half words, messy hair insanity, the barb was all he wanted, must be Sixx.
"Just wondering who your friend is." That's blondie Vince, the sex fiend, if the hype be right.
"This is Y/N Y/L/N, the gal from Hit Parader down to tail us...bless her soul, she’s gonna need it."
I roll my eyes internally, but appreciate the sentiment.
"Y/N Y/L/N? As in, Axl Rose's bitch?" His lip curls in disgust, as well he might...Axl is a real bitch.
"It was actually Duff, and for one night only. Any other questions about who I've fucked?"
"Would you give it up?" He licks his lips in that way, that way that only works if you've already got your panties in a twist.
"Do you have all night?" Who cares if it's true...it's only what he wants to hear, what I want to give him.
He laughs, throwing his head back along with the whiskey...more tempting than he is, right now.
"At least we have all tour to get to the bottom of that little list…" He smirks, a taunt, a challenge, throws me a wink, lopsided 'cause he's high out of his ass...
The worst of it is that it barely matters; I'd still spread my legs for him...if I was anyone else, if I wasn’t tagging along with them for however long...he'll never give me the time of day if I give him what he wants so quick...and so, that's how it starts, with me flipping him the bird.
Isn't that how all love stories go?
-xx-
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josiebelladonna · 1 year
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paraselenae | their eyes were watching god
pairing: will duvall x fem!oc (the apple shed)
genre: smut, western au
fandoms: motley crue, alice in chains, testament
*18+ only; minors dni*
Warnings: mutual masturbation, doggy style, barns and barnyards, slight commentary
*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*
Summary: adrienne comes for a visit to vince’s farm in the hills overlooking chico in hopes to get a better feel of the property, only to uncover rather torrid feelings about his black farm hand 
Word Count: 5274
Notes: the apple shed is meant to be satire, poking fun at those hallmark movies you see around christmas time (as it involves vince, a christian, alex, a jewish man, and will, a black man for kwanzaa), as well as erotic fanfic. it is not meant to offend or be preachy or anything like that but enjoyed and perhaps it can stretch your brain a bit. but i have to put this disclaimer here because i just know for a fact someone will take it the wrong way.
in the meantime, welcome to fuckuary! also on ao3 as “paraselenae” under my main name of josiebelladonna 😮‍💨
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It was my second visit to the farm in the hills that overlooked that cozy corner of the Central Valley, and I had my eye set on those two farm boys. They both eluded me the first time I had come there, mainly because Vincent was such a gracious sweetheart to me, but then again, I had difficulty in finding the time to get to know the two of them. They romped about the property, with the apples in the orchard and the horses, and the times in which I did get to see them were at dinner or through passing around the property.
I had made a promise to myself on my way back home to L.A. via the plane ride that I would get to know those two boys on a closer level. I had found my way into them through Vincent’s account, but I needed the truth and the real story about them firsthand, however. I couldn’t stop thinking about those two boys, and in particular as to why they seemed so distant in comparison to both me and Vincent, especially since he said “mí casa es su casa” to them, and he had all but made them his family as well. As I peered out the plane window, I flashed back on Alex’s bright blue eyes, as blue as the sky over the top of the plane as well as the vast pocket of royal blue in the mountains down below us, that rich royal blue patch over the glimmering jewel of Carson City that was Lake Tahoe. I lowered my gaze to the snow-capped mountain summits below us, and I thought of William and that beautiful dark skin of his.
I thought of their bodies, and I closed my eyes all the while.
The two of them, so distant and yet therein resided a special secret labyrinth within them. I needed to know what resided within them, and I would have to begin from the dark earth below my feet first.
On my next trip up there, and from what Vincent had told me over the phone, it was right at the start of the harvest season for apples no less, I took the train through the valley to Sacramento and then I followed it up with the bus from the station up to Chico. During those couple of weeks, I had kept things going at school, and yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about those two boys.
If anything, I thought more about them than Vincent, whom I had initially gone up to the farm for in the first place. When he called me after school one evening, I barely said more than a handful of words to them. There was one spot on my ceiling that resembled one of the curls on the front of William’s head, right over the top of the window, and every so often, I took a glimpse up there and I pictured him there with me, right there next to me on the edge of my bed.
I wanted to care for the two of them: I didn’t care if they had nowhere to go and if things would be a bit crowded in my apartment. I needed them with me, and I needed to help them gather themselves. As far as I knew, they both struggled, especially William because Vincent had no idea as to where he even came from before then.
It was like an itch I couldn’t exactly scratch, and the fact that I was doing a great deal of traveling for such a short duration of time felt all the more daunting the more that I thought about it, especially when I knew my workload grew progressively heavier and heavier with the passage of time. No way I could travel up there all that often, but there was nothing and no one in L.A. to give me the same feeling as them.
I needed them. I needed them like how I needed soft touch against my own skin.
The day before I left, I lay in bed with my arms held out on either side of my body and I kept my gaze fixated on the ceiling over me. There was that spot in the wall again, right by the top of the window, fixed in the shape of a corkscrew.
I thought about Alex, and that long lush black hair about his head. From what I recalled, he had rather thick curls himself, and they billowed about his shoulders like the thick, luscious mane of a young lion. Those rich royal blue eyes in all their depth, as blue and hypnotic as the tides that swept across the surface of Lake Tahoe or the Pacific Ocean.
It was as if he had seduced me from the side of the driveway, and he had not even intended to do such a thing.
I closed my eyes, and I thought about his body in particular.
From what I recalled, he had a very beautiful body, very tall and slender with those lithe hands and fingers, perfect for a touch and a few more sweet caresses on my own skin. The few times I passed him in the farmhouse, I caught a glimpse of his lips, in all their fullness and softness, a pair of ripe little cherries all for me. I thought of caressing his little lips when I saw him again at the farm.
To kiss those lips. To feel his body.
I had no toys on hand, but I did have the power of my own fingers, however.
I spread my legs and reached down for a touch. I started out with a touch on the denim given I still had my pants on, but I nibbled on my bottom lip and unzipped, and tugged my jeans down onto my thighs. I slipped one finger into the hood, right upon that little nub that was my clit.
The softest touch sent a shiver up my spine and immediately sent my heart into a frenzy. It was so easy for me to cum.
I pictured his body pressed up against my own, that slender little chest pressed up to my shoulder and that svelte slim tummy at my hip. His lithe little body against my own plush flesh. His hands on me.
I yearned to hear his voice in my own ear. He never said a word during dinnertime the nights I was there, and thus, I was curious about his voice. William had this smooth low tone, like a fine glass of red wine. But Alex seemed so cute and sweet, especially whenever I caught him looking over at me while he took a bite of food or sipped on his apple cider. There was something behind those blue eyes, something vast and secret.
I touched that little nub of nerves within my hood with the smallest swipe of my index finger and my thumb, and I let out a gasp as I pictured Alex right on top of my body. No way he could fuck me right then and there, but I pictured his leg hooked around my hip and my thigh, and his chest upon my own. I needed to feel him: there had to be a way to him when I went up there in the train again, but how?
And no way could I imagine a plan right then, especially as I came right there in my own hand: I let out a mellow gasp, followed by a low moan from the back of my throat. My heart pounded in my chest, and I breathed harder and harder, as if I had just been running a marathon of sorts up to that point. I refused to open my eyes, however: I wanted to lay there forever with Alex on top of me. He ran his fingers down to the front of my throat.
Alex shot out the tip of his tongue at me as if he mocked me for coming with such ease, and then he licked the side of my neck, from the base all the way up the side to the base of my jaw.
And that was when I opened my eyes, and I realized he wasn’t there.
And yet, he still made me cum twice in my own fingers. I raised my hand out of my underwear for a look at my fingertips.
If only he could make me do that in person once I made my way up there.
That next day, right before sunrise, I boarded the train out of L.A.: it would take me along the coastline up to the Bay Area and then I would have to take a bus across the northern end of the Central Valley over to Chico: it was a new adventure for me, riding up that railway solo. All the while, I had brought a little journal with me, one about the size of my palm and bound in black leather. I was prepared to write out all the things that I wanted to say to Alex when I saw him there at the farm, and yet, even as we launched out of the utterly stunning work of art that was Grand Central Station, I could scarcely bring myself to write them out for my own taking. I flashed back to the night before and the fantasy of his tongue on my neck and those deep blue eyes seducing me whilst covered in shadow.
Oh, what a handsome, sensual boy. And yet, I couldn’t think of the right words.
Then again, it was still early, and they hadn’t brought out the coffee in the parlor car yet. It made no sense as it was so natural and so real the night before. I gazed out the window across the aisle from me to the rolling tops of the buildings against the fading darkness, and then I turned my head to the left for a full view of the ocean tides, which rose high up with the rising sun.
The ocean. Alex’s blue eyes, as rich and blue as the lake, and as the Pacific Ocean.
If only I could translate everything that I felt about him, everything that I fantasized about him, onto paper and without sounding desperate towards him.
I needed a distraction of sorts. I also brought one of my weather journals and my meteorology textbook with me: it wasn’t like I had nothing to do on that train ride, but I kept that image of Alex in the corner of my mind, all the way up the coast through Ventura and alongside the Pacific Coast Highway to Santa Barbara, and then up into San Luis Obispo and the narrow valley between the Central Valley and the ocean up to Paso Robles and onto the Monterey Peninsula followed by that little crescent-shaped bay, about a hundred miles due south of San Francisco: the whole ride up we had a thick marine layer over the sky, a proverbial blanket as if Mother Nature wanted me to cozy next to Alex at the farm when Vincent had his back turned.
I was certain that Vincent was the one for me, and yet, I couldn’t help but feel that he served merely as the gatekeeper. When I thought about it as we snaked through the lush green hills outside of Monterey, I wondered if he really had any idea whatsoever about my inclinations to his farm boys. He seemed like such a stud, one who could take any girl he wanted back home to the farm with him for a good time whenever he visited Los Angeles and the Bay Area, but he had forgotten one small thing and that was me, the first girl that he had brought back home with him.
Thus, was the notch in the proverbial armor. I peered out the window to those rich blue bay waters: the marine layer persisted, but the sun hung over the hills just prior to high noon in a thin veil of gray haze. It all reminded me of Alex, from the blue waters to the fact that he had that little gray plume at the front of his head. The boy shone like the sun, the brightest rays over the crest of the hills, while his face was as round as the full moon against the blackest sky.
While William reminded me of the gentleness and the power of the earth, Alex had me looking up to the sky overhead. The sky and the ocean. None of us would exist without either one.
We reached the Bay Area within an hour, and I boarded the bus that would take me back home to the station in Chico and then Vincent picked me up there and took me back to the farmhouse.
His long blond hair shone in the California sunshine, and he cracked a smile as the bus lumbered up to the grated stop. I stepped off with my bags slung over my shoulder and upon my back. With a kiss hello and helping me bring my things into his truck, he whisked me away to the hills and the farm itself. All the while, I almost felt as though I was imposing on them, simply because they did the farm work and I only traveled up to visit: there had to be more for me to do there than just hang out and do very little, except with the work that I had with my journals.
And yet, it all to me in a whirlwind and a flash of sorts once we reached the house.
Will had invited me out to the barn for the night after dinner, and yet he never fully explained as to what he had in mind for me out there. The way that he had said it to me reminded me of the times in which I had overheard some secrets in the classroom growing up, and they had piqued my interest: he whispered it to me when we were in the kitchen doing dishes together, and Alex had gone into the back of the house for something.  
While in the kitchen, he lowered his eyelids at me, and the pearly whites of his eyes further accentuated themselves at me: his dark skin, so smooth and tender, like the finest heaviest wood straight from the darkest corner of the forest in the heart of the volcanic valleys due north of us; the kinks of his hair, so tightly coiled and lush, as if they beckoned the caress of my fingers right then and there. I thought about that spot on my wall by the window in the shape of a corkscrew: it was as if he had called me over to him through the back of my own mind, as if I had overlooked him for the sake of lying next to Alex.
“What’re you doing?” I asked him in a near whisper. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he moved in closer to the side of my face, as if he was absorbing the smell of soap on my neck.
“I was hoping to see you again at some point,” he breathed right into my ear. “Meet me out there in the barn about an hour after we eat. Come alone, too.” He then opened his eyes and flashed me a wink before he stepped away from me.
I watched him leave the kitchen and a wave of warmth swept over me, as warm as the sun outside of the house. It would only be a few more hours, especially since dinner would be ready before the sun had set behind the other side of the valley out there.
It wasn’t until our dinner of freshly cooked vegetables, pork and beans, and bread freshly baked in the bread oven in the rustic, warm dining room over the course of the week when I could brush my elbows with Alex again. He leaned back in the chair next to me with his free hand rested upon the table next to his plate, and those bright blue eyes fixed on the edge of the plate: every so often, he raised his gaze over to me for a quick moment, and then he looked back down to his food before him. I looked over at him and the crown of his head and that little plume of gray over his forehead: it was like a little tuft of cirrus clouds against the blackness of his head, as cool and delicate as anything in the sky before a rainstorm.
Every so often, whenever Vincent and I spoke with each other, I would catch him looking over at me with his lips parted ever so slightly and his eyes big like a pair of marbles: on the other side of the table, I noticed William with his eyes on me as well. These two farm boys, on either side of the table across from me and Vincent, stayed silent with their eyes fixed onto me.
I could feel the tension there between me and the two of them, and I wished I had something sharp to slice right through it to break through to either of them, only to make a choice between the two of them. All the while, there was Vincent to the right of me: I was surrounded. Me, of all people in the world, of all the girls, surrounded by three boys: they chose me.
And this was about to reach a head when I told Vincent as to what William had told me when I showed up there at the house. I helped him clear the table and clean some dishes, and then I watched William head out there to the barnyard through the side door.
“Wonder what he’s doing,” Vincent wondered aloud as he dried his hands.
“He wants me to come out there with him for—something,” I replied as I tugged on the hem of my shirt.
“What’s going on out there?” he asked me with a sly smile upon his face.
“Oh, nothing. He just asked me to help him out there quick after the sun goes down.”
“Out in the barn? You know there’s no lighting out there, right?”
“He has a lantern,” I pointed out. “Whatever he has in mind, I'll see it. I also wanna do more around here. You know—help out a little and whatnot.”
Vincent squinted his eyes at me.
“That is so kind of you, Adrienne, babe. We’ll have s’mores tonight, though, okay? Alex and I'll light a fire in the stove and we’ll roast those big marshmallows together, all four of us.”
“Sounds good,” I said with a wink.
“Now, run along, you little scamp.”
Whatever William held in store for me, I was eager to find out. This wasn’t anything I could put in my weather journal or anything else: I had to know. I sought out the answers like a science student, and once Vincent’s back was turned, I bowed out of the farmhouse with the final rays of sunlight at the crown of my head to light my way across the dirt and gravel to the doors of the barn on the far side of the pasture. Indeed, there was William by the barn doors with a wrought iron hurricane lantern in hand.
A new round of nightfall fell over us about as quickly as it had left, and I was eager to be there once he lit up the lantern and the amber glow of the flame washed over his oval face and his dark skin: it almost looked as though his skin was made of gold, complete with a fine layer of dark patina to accentuate it.
“Are you with me now?” he asked me once I came within earshot: he spoke with a voice so smooth and husky.
“I am,” I proclaimed with a dash of spirit, and he gestured for me to follow him in through the barn doors. He raised the lantern up to the main part of the barn, followed by the rafters up in the ceiling and on the wall across from us. I closed the barn door behind me, and he held up the lantern in between us: the light shone over the full curvature of my body, and I tucked my thumbs into my jean pockets just to drive him crazy with my curves.
“So, how do you want to do this?” he asked me in a hushed voice and with a clearing of his throat.
“How do I want to do this? Hey, you invited me out here, little Willie.”
“Little Willie? Is that what you called me?” He let out a hearty chuckle at that, and then he brought the lantern in the direction of the rafters and the other side of the barn: I followed his gaze, and I saw the strands of hay in the second level across the floor there. Even from there, I could tell there was quite a bit of hay up there: I lowered my gaze to the far-right side of the floor and lo, behold, there was in fact a ladder that led up to the second level of the barn. “Would you like to take a roll in the hay?”
“Roll in the hay, where?” I joked with him, and he chuckled and nearly dropped the lantern all the while. Lucky for the both of us, it was an electric lantern rather than a gas-powered one.
With the light at my back, I led him over to the ladder, and I climbed up there first.
I nearly fell headfirst into the pillows of hay, but I caught myself on the edge of the hard wood that kept it all in place up there. I crawled through the hay until I found a spot dead center of it all, and I rolled over onto my back: the bottom hem of my shirt rolled up my body and exposed my belly to him. He set the lantern down on the bare wood right next to me, and he remained upon his knees: from that alone, he looked as though he was towering over me.
“Let’s get this party started, shall we?” he offered me in a hushed voice. Through the golden light, I watched him lean back a bit: he brought his hands to the zipper and gave it a gentle tug down. I hoisted myself up onto my elbows as soon as he dropped his pants and showed off his long, large black dick to me. The amber light of the lantern shone over his skin, in all its smoothness and softness: he really did look as though he had been crafted out of the finest gold there was there in the California mountains. We weren’t too far away from where the Gold Rush initially began in the 1840s, after all.
“I ain’t little,” he assured me with a little shake of his head: his tight curls wiggled a bit around the crown of his head, and he showed me another sly little smile.
“Whoa.” I raised my eyebrows at the sight before me.
“Yeah, it’s the real thing.
“My—My goodness.” I pressed a hand to my chest. Granted, this was the first time I had ever seen one exposed all for me in my life, but I swore that it was going to be the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life, should I ever see any more dicks.
“You can touch me if you want,” he told me. “Get me going. If you get me going, I'll get you going as well.”
“Would you?” I begged.
“Absolutely. Where do you like to touch yourself?”
“My clit and my nipples,” I said; I sat up and I peeled off my top and set it aside. Without further hesitation, I unhooked my bra, and I let the cups slide off my breasts and the straps fall down my shoulders, all just to titillate him. The golden light of the lantern washed over my own skin: though I lacked the smooth dark beauty of his flesh, I did have milky white breasts with dark nipples, and the light made it look as though I had gold coins to await him on the next ride over the river. And it worked: I looked over at him, and I noticed he was already moving and firming up a bit. I had to do the deed on my own part, however.
I lay back down on my back and, with my bra on my belly, I reached up for a fondle of my own nipples by the power of my own index fingers. I opened my mouth by a hair’s breadth, and then I locked eyes with him. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed him reaching down for a touch on his dick.
I lowered my gaze to below his waist, and I caught sight of his index finger caressing along the rim of the hole there at the end. He inched closer to me, so his knees remained right next to my own.
We were touching and masturbating together, right in front of each other. And the more that I thought about it and the fact that it was merely myself and him alone there in the hay bales, there in the rafters, the more I wanted to do it.
“Adrienne? William?” Vincent’s voice floated up from the barn door, and it came about with such haste that William dove forward and landed right next to me. Breathing hard, he held still and kept his gaze on me and his hands on either side of his head as if he was about to pick himself up into a push-up position. “Are you guys alright? You’ve been in there an awful long time.”
“Yeah!” I called out from the rafters, and William flinched from the sudden loudness of my voice.
“Sorry,” I whispered to him.
Silence down below, then the door creaked shut and William and I both let out low sighs of relief.
“That was close,” he told me in a near whisper.
“Yeah, I'll say,” I said. “It’s kind of hot, though.”
“It really is,” he added with a slight raise of an eyebrow. I gave my nipples another caress, and all the while, I kept my lips parted for him. He rolled over onto his side and propped up the side of his head in the palm of his hand.
“Want to take it to the next level?” he offered me.
“And what would that encapsulate?” I asked him in a hoarse voice, even though I had had plenty of water to drink over dinner.
“Since I don’t have any protection, and I have my pants off, do you know how to do it doggy style?”
“That’s when I get down on my hands and knees and—”
“Oh, yeah, you know it.” He flashed me a wink, and I showed him a mischievous grin. All it took was a few touches on my part to get me riled up.
I took off my jeans all the way, and I rolled over onto my hands and knees for him. I shook my ass at him a little bit, and he treated me to a gentle squeeze followed by a light slap on the back of my thigh.
It was a bit difficult given I had never done it like this, or on hard wooden floorboards, or with someone like Vincent right outside of the door, but I relaxed every inch of my body and William held onto my hips. He thrust gently at first, and his erection jammed right into my ass: we had no lubricant on hand, but he still did it even if it was dry and rough at first. I closed my eyes and let out a low whistle as he thrust harder and harder.
It was wild to think that we had touched ourselves in front of each other not even a few minutes before, and yet, we were both set on it. I opened my mouth and let my tongue fall out, the dirty dog I was. I breathed harder as he thrust harder.
Even if it was a bit tricky to get moving at first, there was something about it. Maybe it was the fact that he was sticking his dick right into my ass and it tickled more than touching my own clit, maybe it was the fact that the barn door didn’t close all the way, so I knew Vincent was down there and for all I knew, he was eavesdropping on us, but I started to giggle at the feeling. My heart pounded. I was moist. I was more than moist; I was absolutely wet. My hands slid and slipped across the wood underneath me. I breathed harder and harder, and all the while, I was trying to keep it down so Vincent wouldn’t hear me.
William then leaned over my back and reached underneath my body for a feel of my skin, from the fullest part of my belly as it hung down to the floor up onto my breasts for a feel of my dark nipples. I breathed so hard that I swore that I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath as I came for him right then and there.
He kissed the side of my neck and then he ran his tongue up the side to the base of my jaw.
The only thing that would make this even hotter was if Alex was there next to me to round out a menage a trois.
But I was going to come again for William, nevertheless. And something told me that he was about to blow, as well.
Without a second thought, I lifted my right hand from the hard, dark wood, and I pressed it to the side of his face, and I planted my lips onto his own: I shut my eyes to engulf myself in more darkness, more black gold from the California hills. He thrust a couple more times into my ass, and then he pulled out. I could hear something liquid splashing down right behind me, to which he followed it up with a low moan and a whistle.
I turned my head for a glance back right as he ran his fingers through those tight curls on his head.
“You okay?” I asked him, panting and in a broken voice.
“Phew, never better. Lucky for you and me, Vince barely comes up here, so—he won’t see this little mess I just made here. Watch yourself when you’re rolling over and sitting upright, too—don't really want to get it on your shoes or your jeans.”
Indeed, I was cautious as I moved my right foot back and I rolled over onto my hip, and I gazed back at him and the flustered but euphoric look on his face.
“I hope I’m not too much of a complete pain your ass today,” I blurted out, to which he blinked several times at me, stunned.
“Why would you think that? We love having you up here. Really, Alex and I always look forward to seeing you come along to visit us. I know Vince does, too.”
I showed him a little smile.
“No one knows anything,” he told me.
“Not a soul,” I vowed to him with a wink. “Where’d you put my bra, by the way?”
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The Dream
LOOK WHO’S BAAAAACK!!! It’s me, back in the writing saddle, just in time for Pride Month! Happy Pride, everyone! And what better way to celebrate Pride than by writing about two bi4bi vampires, amirite??
So today’s story is part of @cosmicrealmofkissteria ‘s Vampy Sixx AU, the master list for which can be found here! You may want to read the sequel story, “Old Life, New Desire,” just to really get the context for the story. But after you do that, or if you choose not to do that, read on and enjoy!! It’s good to be back!
Paul and Mick share a coffin… and it makes Mick have a very intense dream…
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“What a gentleman you are, Mick Mars. There is nothing I would enjoy more than sharing a coffin with you.”
Shit. What did I just do? I’m seriously letting my feelings get the better of me. How could I let myself suggest sleeping in the same coffin to a vampire I’ve only known this one night? A vampire on the run from a Hunter, no less.
Damn, the kid’s gonna think you’re insane. He probably already does. I wouldn’t blame him—I think I’m insane right now.
But then again… seeing his grateful, almost relieved smile as he gets out of his coffin makes me reconsider. I couldn’t not say anything to him after that panic attack. As naive as it sounds… I feel sorry for him. He has to be terrified for his life right now.
Paul gets into my coffin and lies down next to me. I close the lid and get down next to him. We’re so close, our noses are almost touching. “You good?” I ask.
“Yes. It’s cozy,” he remarks with a chuckle. He sighs and looks up at the coffin lid. “I remember I used to hate sleeping alone…”
I’m not sure what to say. What can I say?
“Listen…” I have to push back the urge to take his hand. “I know Heather. She’ll make sure you’re safe. And… And I’ll help too. You ever need a place to stay, you can come here.”
I can see Paul’s smile in the dark. He has such a pretty smile. “I’m grateful, really. Not sure your Fledgling would like that, though.”
“Well, he’ll have to deal with it. We know what it’s like to be hunted.”
“There’s a story to that… but I doubt your fledgling would want me to know.”
“No… No, he wouldn’t.”
“I didn’t think so. Well… I suppose we should sleep.”
“Yeah… Yeah, we should.”
But why do we have to go to sleep? Why don’t I get on top of you, pin you down, and finally kiss those sinfully red lips that have been teasing me all night—
I growl quietly. I need to focus.
“Something wrong?”
Dammit, he’s smirking. “No. Nothing’s wrong.”
“You sure? You just growled.”
“No, I didn’t.” Yes, you did.
“Alright, have it your way.” He shifts a little, then settles, closing his eyes. “Goodnight.”
“Night,”
I close my eyes, and try to sleep. Drift off into a nice, dreamless sleep…
But sleep isn’t what I want. And I figure, why stop denying myself what I really want?
I roll over and pin Paul to the floor of the coffin. We’re chest to chest in the enclosed space.
I hear him laugh in the dark. “I thought you’d never do this,”
“Took me some time. But I got there.”
“Well, you’re not gonna stop here, are you?”
Definitely not.
I finally press my lips to his in a hard kiss. His lips are so soft… they’re so perfect. He tastes like blood and wine… fuck it’s so hot. He lets out a soft sigh and clings to my neck, bringing it down and keeping it in place.
A growl rips through my throat. He’s so hot… I want him. All of him. I want to claim him and make him mine.
I let my fangs extend and bite his bottom lip. He gasps in delight. I want more. I want to whip him into a frenzy.
My hands tear open his shirt and I let my claws drag down his chest. He whines in pleasure and lets his own claws drag over my skin. It feels so good… so right.
So right, that I rear my head back, open my mouth, and bite down on his neck.
He lets out a soft cry, then moans and relaxes, clinging to my back. I hold him close in a tight grip. I’m never letting this gorgeous being go. I want to stay here, in this coffin, with him, for the rest of eternity.
I release his neck and kiss him again. There’s blood on my lips from his neck and it’s probably staining his mouth, but holy hell that sounds hot.
He moans into my mouth and ruts up against my leg. I groan at how good it feels. Fuck, I haven’t don’t something like this in decades. Why did I do that to myself?
“Mmm… Mick,” he moans into my ear when I move down to his neck again. I ignore him, licking up the blood instead. He tastes so good… “Mick…”
“MICK!”
I jerk awake. The fuck…? Where’s Paul? I thought we were…
“Jeez, finally. Thought you were in a coma for a second.”
I look up and find Nikki standing over me with his arms crossed in the way that always means he’s impatient. It’s dark outside again… I slept through the whole day… I fantasized about fucking Paul the whole day…
“Fuck…” I rub my head and sit up. “Sorry, kid. Where’s…?”
Nikki scowls at the reference to Paul. “Oh, him? He woke up before I did. Did you tell him he could watch TV?”
“No. But if he’s staying here…”
“Come on!” he whines. “The Blob is on tonight!”
I chuckle and shake my head. Kid loves his horror movies. “I’ll be there in a second.”
“Good.” Nikki turns to leave, then looks back. “Oh yeah, Heather called too. She’s coming over in an hour or something.”
Heather? “She say why?”
“Nah. She said she’s been asking around about any Hunters that came to LA, though.”
If she’s coming over… she might have found out something. “Alright. I’ll be out in a second, kid.”
As soon as Nikki leaves the room, I sigh and drag a hand over my face. I can’t believe this. I’ve only known this guy for one night. One night. And I’m already fantasizing about sleeping with him. Jesus damn Christ…
I need to get my shit together. This cannot happen again. And it’s not like what I’m imagining will ever be reality. Once this Hunter is found and dealt with, he’ll go back to New York, probably.
I hate how awful that sounds to me.
Fuck… I’m really in trouble.
“Gimme the fucking remote!”
“I was using it, fledgling,”
“Don’t call me that! And Mick said I could use it!”
“Ooh, will he be mad at me? Hope he doesn’t punish me~”
“Yech—MICK!”
I better go deal with that… If I don’t, the kid’s probably gonna tear Paul’s hair out.
I shake my head and get out of my coffin. Heather will be here soon; that’ll help distract me. The important thing is, no one can know what I dreamed about last night. Not Heather, not Nikki… especially not Paul.
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