#current nikki sixx x reader

[marvelobsessed134]

can you write a hot smut of current day Nikki

Where the reader is Tommy Lee's daughter

And she has a crush on Nikki

She keeps trying to find a way to get with Nikki without Tommy knowing about it

One day Nikki comes over to visit Tommy

The reader and Nikki eyeing each other when Tommy isn't looking

Nikki ends up staying the night when Tommy goes out on a date with Brittany

The reader and Nikki go up to the bedroom and get it on

Sneaking around

Pairings: Current!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader

A/n: random note I feel like Brittany would be such a fun step mom lol

Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 22 and Nikki is 63), daddy kink, rough sex, squirting, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: you try to find ways to get with your dads best friend.

Nikki Sixx.

That’s who you’ve always had a crush on. Your dads best friend. He’s so much older than you, but so much wiser. And he’s so sexy. The way he plays his bass gets you going.

But he’s your dads best friend. It’s forbidden. However you’re always trying to find ways to get with him. Unfortunately it hasn’t been successful since the only time Nikki’s around is when he’s hanging around your dad or step mom.

Like today, where he came over to talk about the tour the bands going to be embarking on. You’re sitting in the living room with the tv off as you purposefully eavesdrop on their conversation. You just love the sound of the bassist’s voice. Then, you got thirsty so you walked into the kitchen/dining room where Tommy and Nikki were talking.

You went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and looked over at Nikki. Your dad was distracted by a TikTok-ever the man child (in a good way of course)-the raven haired man was looking at you. You didn’t miss the way his dark green eyes looked you up and down. You were only wearing shorts and tight tank top. But he looks away as soon as the drummer looks up from his phone.

~time skip~

Nikki decides to stay the night and keep you company while Tommy and Brittany go on a date. They won’t be back till the morning doing god knows what.

So, you find yourself sitting on the couch next to Nikki watching a random action movie that you don’t even know what’s going on because you’re too busy thinking about the fact that you’re alone with the bassist.

Suddenly you felt his calloused fingers on your thigh before slowly moving upwards. You stiffened, not knowing what to do now that you’re in this situation. Nikki leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Finally I’ve got you all alone.”

You shivered at that, your pussy throbbing. You could feel him breathing down your neck, causing goosebumps to arise. “Tell me you want this too. Tell me you want this as much as I do.” The older man rasped.

You gulped and said a meek little, “Yes.” And so, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck as his large hands went to your waist.

“Mmm lay down babygirl.” You did as he said, pulled your shirt off in the process revealing the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately went to massage your breasts, being absolutely entranced by them.

“Fuck baby.” He twister a nipple between his fingers. You let out a soft sigh as you arched your back. The bassist slid his hands down your torso before reaching your shorts and unbuttoning them, slowly pulling down the zipper.

After he pulled them off, he noticed the very obvious wet patch on your panties. He smirked. It was a dangerous look, especially paired with his black hair and goatee, and the dark look in his eyes. It made you a little nervous. But all that went away when he started kissing the inside of your thighs and slowly pulling down your underwear.

Blowing his hot breath onto your pussy, making your brain short circuit.

“I know what you want baby. What do we say?” His tone was teasing.

“Please. Please daddy.” And fuck if that didn’t turn him on…

He dived in and ate you out like he was a starving animal. You gripped his hair as you cried and moaned, squirming when he started sucking on your clit.

“Oh!!!!” You screamed. The pleasure was overwhelming and you felt like you were about to pass out. Nikki continued his assault before you squirted all over his face.

“Holy fuck!” He shouted. You gasped as you tried to regain your breath.

You tugged on his shirt and he pulled it over his head revealing his beautifully tattooed torso. Fuck, all of his tattoos are hot.

You ran your hands over them as he unbuckled his belt. Then the older man lined his cock up to your entrance and pushed into you tight, wet hole.

“Mmm Nikki…” you moaned, clutching onto his shoulders.

“That’s not my name baby.”

“Daddy.” You corrected yourself and he rewarded you by a kiss on the lips. Then he began to thrust into you with a such force that if you weren’t holding onto him for dear life you’d have fallen off the couch.

“Good girl.” The bassist groaned. The two of you were moaning like crazy.

“Fuck, what would your parents think if they saw this. If they saw their sweet daughter getting pounded by her dads best friend like the slut she is.” Nikki yelled.

“I-I don’t know- ah!” You squealed in pleasure when you clenched around him and squirted around his cock once again.

Suddenly Nikki pulled out of you and jerked himself till he finished on your stomach.

He flopped onto the couch and said, “Come on, let’s get in the shower for round two.”

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[robocoplesb]

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

AGE GAP, nikki sixx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“- oh my god, you are such angel”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“— uh?”

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

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

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

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

[★]

“ give me hallmark

one dream, one life, one lover. ”

— lana del rey, venice bitch

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[buckysimp101]

Fics with Sixx

a/n: alright folks! Time to try my hand at a lil Sixx fic! enjoy! (p.s. this one was a little weird to write lol you’ll see why)

current!Nikki x YN

Summary: You and Brittany have been hanging out a lot during the Stadium Tour. Following your husbands, keeping up with fan posts on social media, and making TikToks in your free time for the hell of it. But what happens when you two discover that the world of fanfiction has grown? 

warnings: age gap ( ~35 years)

June 25, 2022

The Stadium Tour was in full swing. You had finally made it to Philadelphia after a few days in New York and you and Brittany had been hanging out all day in preparation for the show tonight while your husbands hung out, just the two of them, for the first time in what felt like forever. Over the course of the last couple of years, you and Brittany had gotten close. You had followed her on her Vine days and when you and Nikki started dating you bonded over your proximity in age and your love for the Terror Twins themselves.

But now you had been scrolling through tumblr for almost an hour. After Brittany and you had discovered fanfictions involving your husbands you had spent half an hour reading some of the raunchy works together. Some were way off the mark, others were spot on and it just made experience all the more fun. Hell, you had even decided to look up stories about each others’ husbands to send to each other for the fun of it.

You were a few years younger than Brittany, and more than a few younger than Nikki, so you had always known that fanfiction existed, it just always seemed to be focused more on fictional characters and taking stories pre-existing stories and making them your own. But fanfiction about real people, your husband in particular, well that just took things to a whole new level. 

Like every other site on the internet, tumblr was a vast ocean of... interesting things that lead to some equally as interesting discoveries. You were reading a particularly good fic about Nikki and his mommy kink that Brittany had found when the door to the hotel suite opened revealing the man in question. His hair held out of his face with a bandana and his sunglasses covering those green eyes that you swore you loved more and more everyday. You should have noticed him, you should have said something, but the fanfiction was just getting to a particularly juicy part, and for once you had eyes for something other than your husband, well the physical version of him at least.

Nikki’s eyes scanned the hotel room until they landed on your figure lounging on the couch. Your bottom lip between your teeth and your legs squeezed tight all Nikki could do was smirk. Taking advantage of the fact that you hadn’t heard him come him, he snuck over to the couch and plopped down next to you, causing you to jump and almost throwing your phone at him in fear.

“Nikki! I didn’t know you were back!” you said hurriedly while scrambling to find the hold button on your phone. But Nikki was smart, he knew that look you had on your face just moments before and he knew that when you squeezed your thighs together it was to try and both deny yourself while simultaneously giving your body the friction it yearned for. Nikki leaned in to press soft kisses along your jaw, your body slowly giving in to the pleasure your husband sought to give you. 

“Whatcha been looking at, kitten? Anything you want to tell me about?” Nikki practically purred, a sense of enjoyment overcoming him when he saw the light pink blush rise to your cheeks. He took your small silence to imagine you watching porn on the couch, waiting for him to come home and give you all the pleasure you could scream for. He knew better than to think you were shy, especially when it came to him.

You debated about whether to tell Nikki about fanfiction. On one hand, you weren’t sure he’d understand what it was you were talking about. On the other hand, it could lead to some pretty fun conversations, almost as fun as the one you had with Brittany earlier that led to your current discovery.

“I was just reading, baby,” you whispered coyly as he began to lay kisses against your throat, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“Mmm? Reading what, honey? You can tell me, you don’t have to be shy. Maybe I can help you out, you were making that face I like so much,” he murmured as his hands came up to rest on your stomach, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. It was that moment that you made up your mind.

“I was reading you, Sixx,” you stated, a smile forming on your face as the confusion grew on your husbands’ as he pulled his face away from your neck causing you to groan.

“Come again?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“I would if I could finish this fic,” you mumbled under your breath, “I was reading about you, baby. Your fans are very creative,” you added with a wink before opening your phone again to continue where you left off. But Nikki was still confused.

“Baby, honey, I love you, but the words you’re saying aren’t making any sense. Were you reading Instagram comments again? Shit, what could they be saying in the Instagram comments to make you make that face?” Nikki said, scrambling to find his own phone but he stopped after hearing your laugh. It started off as a giggle and eventually turned into a full belly laugh, your face turning red from laughter.

“Baby, no. it’s not Instagram, it’s fanfiction. Your fans have been using their creativity to write stories online about you in different situations, many sexual ones too might I add, and I just think it’s great. Here, this is what I was reading,” you said, showing Nikki the particularly spicy moment he had interrupted. You could practically see the gears turning in Nikki’s head as he realized what he was reading. He turned his head up from the phone to look at you, a grin playing on your lips causing him to lick his in turn.

“Well sweets, what do you think of these “fanfictions”?” he said, putting finger quotes around the word causing you to chuckle.

“Well some of them are hilarious, you should see the ones that Brittany and I found about you and Tommy, they do a great job capturing the essence of the Terror Twins,” you noted with a teasing tone causing him to roll his eyes as you continued, “and some are super sweet and soft, but others...others are pretty damn hot baby, I’m not gonna lie,” you said, biting your lip yet again.

‘Quit biting that damn lip, baby. You know that’s my job,” he growled leaning forward to pull you into a deep kiss, his fingers moving from fiddling with the end of your shirt to tangle in your hair. As he pulled back from the kiss he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“What’s that face for, Sixx?” you asked warily, unsure where your husband’s head was at.

“I just want to know how those fanfictions compare to the real thing, baby?” he teased as he leaned back in to kiss along your neck, giving a small bite as well causing a louder moan than earlier to bubble past your lips. You threaded your fingers through his hair to bring his face up, making eye contact with the green that you wanted to see every day for the rest of your life.

“Guess you’ll just have to give me something fresh to compare it to, huh Sleazy Sixx?” you whispered, pushing him off and running to the bedroom, Nikki hot on your heels.

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[teddypickerry]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

pairings! nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 2.4k

summary! in which the brutal ending of y/n & tommy’s relationship leaves an opening for nikki

a/n! i’m not in love w this BUTTT it’ll do the job. also guys??? i’ve read like every fucking nikki thing on this app pls help. need more!!!! but yeah idk this kinda sucks.

"how long after a breakup can you ask someone out?" was the words that made mick mars' typical poker face turn into something quite different. considering the man speaking them, nikki goddamn sixx, the king of sleaze, was questioning this. there was doubt in the guitarist's mind who nikki had in mind while thinking out loud. y/n y/l/n. otherwise known as, y/n, tommy lee's girlfriend.

the two sat around in mars' dressing room for their vegas show. which so luckily happened to be y/n's current residence. mick balanced his guitar on his lap and a bottle of something that was definitely not water against his leg. he preferred his alone time before the havoc of the shows. so when his bassist interrupted this sacred hour, he was incredibly dissatisfied. nikki dragged himself in the room as if he was in pain. there was a million thoughts behind his green eyes and a bottle of jack daniels in his right hand.

"bassist, just go fuck his girlfriend already." mick spoke out of pure annoyance to hint, with pure hope, that sixx would get the hell out of his dressing room. but of course, nikki lacked this cue and continued his pacing antics. "okay they broke up they're not even together, man. and," he stopped and pointed his free hand at mick who gave up on the silence and leaned back into the couch. "you, don't know shit. i could be talking about anyone."

"okay so tommy cheating on y/n and her finding out exactly six hours ago has nothing to do with this?" mick stated rather he questioned as nikki booped his head before taking a long swig of the whiskey. as if it serviced as his oxygen in that moment. "but on another note i mean i fucked his ex girlfriend-"

"fiance," mick corrected from the couch making nikki dramatically groan before continuing on with his story. "-i fucked my best friend's fiancé okay? and i tried to fuck his mom, right? and he didn't give two shits did he?"

"well he never found out about the whole cheating on him with you thing but-" mick added along making nikki's green eyes shift towards him with utter annoyance. "what i'm trying to say here is," his voice deepened and increased its volume. "this is nowhere near as bad as that, right? i mean asking his ex-girlfriend out on a real date. it's not like i'm trying to bone her. i mean i am, but not right away."

"well of course because you're a gentleman." mick humored with his own playful smile approaching his lips. nikki couldn't help but keep his eyes on the wiseman as he brought the bottle to his lips again. he could feel the lightness of the bottle as he brought it back down. he was gonna be plastered before he could even leave this dressing room.

mick mars wasn't one to typically give a shit about nikki's love life i mean, he liked KISS. but, mick did like y/n. he thought tommy was a fucking dumbass for cheating on her with a bunch of groupies. and he had watched nikki slowly begin to catch feelings for her. he beat the shit out of tommy anytime he did y/n wrong, and he actually found himself having talks with her whenever she joined them on the road or in the studio. mick could even catch the weird looks nikki would give tommy anytime he'd blow her a kiss or talk about fucking her. it may have been a fucked up version of love, but it was nikki's.

"look," mick started as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and looked at the young bassist. "i know you like her, you'd be a dumbass not to. you like her more than tommy ever could fucking dream of. so just fucking go for it. she might not be ready to date another dumbass right away but then you wait for her. because y/n, man, she's worth it. but i mean until she'd be ready just be there for her. she's upset, her boyfriend cheated on her with a bunch of hot chicks. go talk to her and make sure she's okay."

a smile suddenly appeared on nikki's face as he got lost in the vision of the woman. it was like he'd completely left the room in that moment and entered y/n's enticing daydream. it wasn't long before he made the actual journey to her hotel room, running out of the dressing room making mick scowl. "sixx! i didn't mean right now, we have a show- oh, forget it." he finished with a grumble as he brought his liquor to his lips and downed it. before exiting the room too and preparing for the show.

it wasn't hard to find the hotel considering it was just down from the venue. the same hotel the band was staying in, just a few floors to separate them. it wasn't shocking that y/n was in the same hotel considering she only ended things with the drummer six hours earlier. getting her own room almost immediately after. nikki still hadn't seen the girl since the brutal ending to the relationship between his two friends. she had locked herself away in her hotel room and he had been stuck in with tommy's dumbass all day in rehearsals.

y/n's room number was a haze in the bassist's memory. partly due to the intoxication of his mind and partly because he had already forgotten what the bellhop told him just moments ago. when he lied and said he was mr. y/l/n and had forgotten his room number. he had to bring out his theatrics when the young bellhop told him he couldn't simply give out a resident's room number. nikki pulled the "i'm pretty sure my wife is sucking some other guys dick in there right now, so can you just please tell me my goddamn room number so i can serve that cheating bastard!"

the long haired rocker found himself at his wife and his shared room. he knocked with his fist as the other awkwardly stood by his side. he'd no idea what he was going to say to her or do with her. i mean, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do but he obviously wouldn't be executing that on her... not at this moment at least.

the opening of the door made his breath nearly hitch. the girl stood there wrapped in the hotel branded robe with dampened hair. her face was tinted red and puffy as if she'd been crying all afternoon. it was fair considering the afternoon that she did have. but it still made nikki want to rip the door off it's hinges.

"sixx," she called out softly as she presented him a slight smile as if it was the best she had. he mirrored her expression, a sad smile taking over his face at the sight of the defeated girl. the drummer and y/n had only dated a few months at this point, but they'd been more serious than nikki'd ever seen tommy. tommy's a hopeless romantic with a fucked up view of it. but he's still a romantic guy, he's a guy who loves. and y/n was easy to love.

the fame and fortune finally got to tommy and he did what he did best — he fucked every moving thing in his sight. he was full of guilt, not that that helped in the slightest. and after a month of cheating on the girl with several packs of groupies he finally came clean. expressing that he wanted to stop and be with her and her only. y/n however didn't see eye to eye here... and screamed the living shit out of tommy. rightfully so.

"what are you doing here...?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows as nikki shrugged and glanced around her hotel room. noticing the television humming in the background, an episode of fantasy island playing. her hotel room lacked the size that his did but the view was insane. "wanted to see how you're doing. can i come in?"

she nodded and stepped out of the way so nikki could enter the room. shutting the door behind him the bassist made his way towards the bed. he was in his concert getup, the ripped mötley tank top that showed off his severe amount of tattoos and tan that could go on for days. vegas was a heat festival and it was a causality to wear his classic leather pants. "sorry, 'm not thinking straight." y/n muttered as she followed him into the room and crossed her arms. he turned towards her as she stopped in her tracks. the two nearly slamming into one another.

"it's fine, you know. just... fuck tommy, man." nikki shrugged out as y/n let out a chuckle. her first genuine smile of the day. nikki couldn't help but smile at the sound that rolled off her tongue. the girl bit her lip before sitting down at the end of her bed. the bassist leaned against the dresser his arms crossing in the process. nikki seemed to tower over the sat girl in this moment. something he noticed almost immediately. "you're something else, sixx."

"no, i mean it. what he did- jesus," he sighed at the girl as her smile faltered. "just fuck him. he finally got something good and he let that go. that's on him. he's a dumbass."

"yeah, yeah he is." y/n mumbled as she leaned back onto her elbows, her robe riding up ever so slightly. nikki couldn't help but look at the exposed skin — immediately regretting it once he remembered it was his friend's ex-girlfriend. an awesome girl who was upset and lonely. typically he'd take this as a chance to do her but this was different. this is the girl he's known for a few months now. the girl who he saw on a daily basis, who understood his jokes, who genuinely cared if he drank too much, who wouldn't shame him for his actions — rather express concern. she gave a shit about him and looked good doing it.

"i don't know how he just expected me to get over it like that." she muttered out as she fell on her back and her hands covered her eyes. nikki stood for a moment before taking a seat beside her, leaning down towards her. y/n removed her hands from her eyes as the two were warningly close. "everyone told me to not get involved with a rockstar. all my friends told me it was a bad idea, tommy has a reputation. i always told them they were mad and i believed it too. i fooled myself even. i just..." she trailed off as she turned to face the boy even more. "i can't believe he would do this."

"maybe you just got involved with the wrong rockstar," nikki mumbled quietly. so quiet y/n could hardly pick up but she in fact did. words that stuck in her mind as her eyes got lost in his. she'd never seen nikki tense up so quickly, like he just said something he shouldn't have. nikki wasn't one to say something and feel bad about it, or take it back. he was a man of his word and he meant every single one.

"look i don't want to rush you into anything, i know you're upset right now. i know my timing is off but god, since i met you i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i can't stop thinking about how if i would have seen you first at that party instead of tommy. i just..." his voice trailed off as he let out a dry chuckle. "i don't know what i'm doing right now. i know this is a fucked up thing to do to tommy but quite frankly i don't fucking care. because you're the girl of my dreams and as fucking annoying as that phrase is- i mean it. i've never felt something so rock 'n' roll for someone, man."

the silence was inevitable for a moment as y/n's face became unreadable. nikki pressured his own smile to break it, "you don't have to say anything or whatever. i mean you probably don't even give two shits about me-"

sixx was shut up by the feeling of her lips pressed to his. a feeling he'd thought off far too many times but never quite yet experienced it. all his daydreams couldn't even amount to the warmth and harmony between the two pairs of lips. he'd kissed women before, obviously, but never with such love behind it.

y/n's hand came up behind his neck as she pulled him down onto her, him obliging perfectly. his legs came other side of her own as he could feel the thin fabric of the robe below him. one hand held her face while the other wrapped the two together. their lips moved in perfect harmony until they finally pulled apart for a breath of oxygen. but y/n tasted much better to nikki.

"i like you, nikki. i like you a lot. i like just about everything about you... but you're right, i'm not ready for anything serious yet." y/n told him as he nodded and offered her an understanding smile. "when i am-"

"-i'll be right here." nikki finished off her sentence as she shined a bright smile at the bassist who was practically straddling her. "until then, friends?"

"who share spit?" nikki questioned softly as he lips pressed to her jawline and lowered to her neck. the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the sensation and the feeling of the man. "mhm," she mumbled into his hair. "what are we gonna tell tommy?"

"i really don't give a shit about him right now and neither should you. but... i guess we'll cross that bridge when we, how the fuck does that go? i don't know but i guess we'll just avoid him at the show tonight." he shrugged to the woman before a thought crossed her mind. "wait... nikki. the show-"

"fuck!" he practically screamed before hopping off the bed and onto the floor where he nearly fell. "i gotta be on stage in like ten minutes and fuck, i'm gonna have to run." he grumbled for a moment before turning towards y/n. "after party. come. please, i want you there."

"you got it, friend. now run, forrest, run!"

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

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

Or

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

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

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Alcohol, language

Previous Chapter

Chapter 4- Mistakes were made

Tom Zutaut's girlfriend dragged you into your brothers dressing room because apparently the jeans and leather jacket you were currently wearing wasn't going to cut it for the stage.

"You got five minutes!" Doc shouted from outside the room.

Five fucking minutes. Jesus Christ.

You were going to die.

No wonder the guys were so nervous about this. You were about to go out on stage for the first time in front of 300,000 people. What if you screwed up the lyrics? What if the crowd hated you? What if you tripped over on stage? What if-

"Put these on." Tom's girlfriend suddenly said snapping you out of those horrible thoughts.

She was holding up a pair of black leather pants that you were pretty sure belonged to Vince, but it wasn't like he hadn't worn your clothes before, so this seemed fair.

Before you knew it, Toms girlfriend -who was actually a really nice girl despite the fact she just cheated on her boyfriend in this exact dressing room earlier- had you dressed in an outfit that had you feeling extremely self-conscious.

"Seriously, you look stunning. Just let me..." She trailed off and grabbed her makeup bag and within a few minutes, she had drawn on perfect eyeliner and bright red lipstick as well as adding to your mascara before finishing the look off with a single thin warpaint stripe on your left cheek bone.

Your first thought was - Oh, God, Nikki is going to hate that. Quickly followed up by, you were actually going to die on stage dressed in this.

You stared at yourself in the mirror taking in the tight leather pants and matching black heeled cowgirl boots. That part of the outfit was fine. It was the black laced bra under your open leather vest that showed too much cleavage and skin for your liking which was the problem.

"Can't I zip up the vest?" You asked, motioning towards the perfectly functioning zip.

"No. You look fucking amazing. Come on." She grabbed your hand and pulled you back out the changing room before you could say anything else.

Tommy was the first to see you. His jaw quite literally fell open with a shocked gasp before quickly covering his mouth with his hands realising what he did.

That caught the rest of the guy's attention. Mick gave you a quick once over taking in the outfit before nodding in approval, but Nikki's eyes widened as he looked you up and down in utter surprise before averting his gaze.

"Oh, hell no!" Vince exclaimed, shaking his head. "She's barely wearing anything!"

"She's wearing more than you!" Tom's girlfriend shot back fiercely motioning at your brother's practically shirtless body.

She had a point.

Vince glared at the woman but couldn't really say much in fear of her blabbing about what the two of them just did in the change room.

"At least do up the fucking vest." Vince pleaded.

"Gladly." You zipped up the vest instantly causing Tom's girlfriend to sigh.

"Let's compromise." She said, stepping forward and lowering the zip down to the middle of your stomach so that your black lacey bra was still visible. "Better?" She asked pointily looking at Vince.

"Not really." He answered.

"Too bad."

"So, what do I do exactly?" You asked changing the topic before your brother could say anything else. "Like, just stand in the corner and sing the backup lyrics?"

"There's already a microphone setup for you between Vince and Nikki. Can you dance?" Doc asked and he must have seen the look of absolute horror on your face at his question because he didn't wait for a verbal answer. "Doesn't matter. You don't have to. Just sing the backup lyrics and try to look like you're having fun."

"I don't know if that's possible, Doc. I feel like I'm gonna pass out." You admitted, resting your hand over your chest as you sucked in a deep shaky breath.

Vince sighed, "I'll guide you through it. It's gonna be fine."

You glanced over at your brother who, despite hating this idea, was trying his best to reassure you.

"C'mon guys. It's nearly time." Nikki announced, motioning everyone towards the stage.

You trailed behind the guys up the steps to the side of the stage, your legs feeling like jelly and ready to collapse at any moment.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Nikki whispered, grabbing Vince's shoulder. "You do realise we just signed a record deal with his company and that fucking his girlfriend could seriously fuck that up?"

Vince smirked, patting him on the shoulder, "only if he finds out, man."

Tommy suddenly leant over the railing and threw up.

Yeah, you felt like doing that too.

"Seriously, we're gonna die." Mick muttered under his breath.

"I'm good!" Tommy insisted, grabbing a random beer from the table beside him and taking a large drink which you didn't exactly think was a good idea, but he already drank it before you could say otherwise.

"Right, listen up. Come on, gather round, guys." Nikki ordered holding his arms out and ushering the boys towards him.

You remained standing by the railing and watched them as they huddled around each other. Nikki lifted his head from the huddle and glanced over at you, a million different emotions washing over his face in a singular moment, but they were gone before you could decipher any of them.

"Get in here, princess." Nikki instructed, holding his arm out.

That nickname had stuck since the first day you walked into their apartment and after all these months you had given up trying to change that.

Taking in a deep breath, you joined the huddle as Nikki and Tommy wrapped their arms around you.

"Look where we are. We've got an old man, a kid drummer, a cover band singer, a new girl and a fucking runaway." Nikki's eyes met yours briefly. "No one would have thought we'd make it here, so fuck them. Win it all or lose it all, we're Mötley fuckin' Crüe. So let's destroy these motherfuckers!"

"Yeah!" The guys all cheered, their nerves twisting into excitement from adrenaline.

Fuck, you couldn't do this.

"You got this." Mick insisted, reaching up and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

You simply nodded despite not believing him in the slightest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe!" A voice over the speakers announced.

"Don't look at the crowd. I'll be next to you the whole time, so will Vince. Just look at us, okay?" Nikki whispered into your ear. "It's gonna be fine."

Vince suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand and before you realised what was happening, you were on stage in front of thousands of people.

Holy shit.

Flames burst out from the front of the stage and the entire crowd went nuts. Vince led you over to your designated microphone making sure you were okay... or as okay as possible, before he turned to the crowd and threw his fist in the air causing them to scream louder before Tommy started on the drums.

"Title track from our up-and-coming album. We call it Shout at the Devil!" Vince spoke through his microphone.

You felt like a statue standing stiffly behind your own microphone unable to tear your eyes away from the mass number of people before you. Nikki said not to look at the crowd, but fuck, you couldn't look away.

The crowd stretched for as far as you could see. It was quite literally a sea of people. 300,000 people Tom had said.

Holy fuck.

Suddenly, Nikki appeared in front of you, blocking your view of the crowd like he could somehow sense your thoughts. He continued to play the bass while thumping his head to the beat of Tommys drums, but his eyes were glued to yours and silently asking if you were okay.

No, you were definitely not okay. And you felt like you were going to throw up at any moment.

This was so much bigger than the club crowds during your backup singing days with Vince's band, Rock Candy. This was so far out of your comfort zone, you couldn't even see the zone anymore. It was gone and you were downright terrified.

Nikki shifted until he was standing beside you. You forced your eyes to follow him instead of looking at the crowd and he didn't look away from you either before he leant towards your microphone instead of going back to his own.

"Shout Shout Shout..."

Nikki sung into the microphone giving you a small encouraging nod and after the third repeat, you began to sing it too.

"Shout Shout Shout."

"Shout at the Devil!" Vince screamed into his microphone.

The fans cheered loudly, and you hesitantly looked away from Nikki and scanned the large crowd while your brother continued to sing.

Nikki remained by your side for a little while, his shoulder brushing yours whenever you'd both use the microphone, but it wasn't long before you began to slip right into place and got lost in the music.

After finishing Shout at the Devil, you knew Mötley Crüe had made it.

The crowd had never heard the song before but by the end, they were singing along, pumping their fists into the air. With every word Vince sung, every guitar lick Mick played, the crowd ripped in response.

Your confidence began to rise with each song, and by the end of it, you were sad that it was over.

"Holy fucking shit, dude! That was awesome!" Tommy exclaimed while the four of you walked back down the corridor from the stage, the crowd still cheering and clapping behind you.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Hands trembling by your side from the adrenaline of the show, but you couldn't wipe the smile from your face because Tommy was right, that was fucking awesome.

"How do you feel, sis?" Vince asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he walked in step with you.

"Ask me tomorrow?" You answered because honestly, you couldn't put a label on your emotions right now.

That show was fucking epic.

Vince chuckled softly, "you did good. Real good."

"You guys were fantastic, and MTV want an interview. Follow me." Doc instructed.

Within a few minutes, you and the band were squished together on a leather couch in front of a cameraman while an MTV interviewer sat in the seat opposite.

You were seated between Nikki and Tommy, their shoulders and thighs pressed against yours due to the small couch. Tommy was bouncing his leg either from nerves or from the adrenaline still soaring through his veins. Maybe a combination of both.

The interviewer asked the general questions which the guys all answered easily. He asked about the new Shout at the Devil album questioning whether it supported satanic worship which Nikki was quick to shut down.

"It says Shout at the Devil. Not Shout with the Devil. At the Devil." He explained pointing to the vinyl record cover that the interviewer had handed him.

You had to hide your smirk at his words because it wasn't that long ago Nikki had actually wanted to call the album Shout with the Devil, but Electra were quick to shut that down.

"Vince, your little sister has officially joined Mötley Crüe. Is that correct?" The interviewer asked changing the topic as he looked over at your brother.

Officially joined Mötley Crüe? Um, no. That was not correct. None of you have had a chance to even talk about this. Would they even want you to be a backup singer at other shows?

Vince leant forward and glanced over at you before looking to Nikki, Tommy and Mick. The three of them seemed to have a silent conversation that you were not part of before Vince turned back to the interviewer and nodded.

"Y/N is officially our new backup singer."

Holy shit.

Seriously?

"How does it feel Y/N?" The interviewer asked, addressing you directly for the first time since he started asking the band questions.

"Unreal." You answered nervously but honestly.

"Boys what is it like having Y/N as Mötley's new backup singer?"

"Oh, it's great!" Nikki answered without hesitation, and to your surprise, he sounded genuine.

"She's been with us since the start, man. She's always supported and helped us out before we even played our first show. She might be the new backup singer, but she isn't new to Mötley Crüe." Tommy answered.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you could feel your cheeks blushing, so you ducked your head a little allowing your hair to fall over your face hoping to block the redness on your cheeks.

"Vince, are you worried these guys might steal your sister?"

"They know Y/N is off limits." Your brother answered easily. "I made that clear months ago."

He did. He made that very clear back when you first moved into the Mötley House with them. At the time, you had been frustrated with him because Tommy and Nikki were both attractive guys and you wouldn't have been opposed to something happening between them. But now, there was no way you would do that.

You'd never act on your attraction to those guys. Vince would probably kill them and that would be the end of Mötley Crüe. You were not going to risk that, and you certainly were not going to be the reason for the breakup of Mötley Crüe. No way.

"So, no one has made a move on her? I find that extremely hard to believe." The interviewer stated looking at the guys doubtfully before his eyes focused on you. "I mean, surely someone has. Her outfit with that body..."

The interviewer's eyes shifted down to your chest and he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at your boobs.

"My eyes are up here." You said sternly pointing to your eyes while glaring at the man.

"You can't wear that and not expect me to... anyway, there is no way one of you boys haven't tried to fuck her."

"What the hell did you just say?" Vince questioned anger evident in his tone.

You quickly reached for the zip of your vest and yanked it up covering your upper body completely.

"I meant no offence. Your sister is a beautiful woman. And that exposing outfit she was wearing on stage and now..." He began to say pointing towards you before looking to the other guys. "...there is no way one of you haven't touched that."

"This interview is fucking over!" Vince growled standing up from the couch abruptly.

Tommy and Nikki quickly stood too and stepped in front of you protectively blocking the interviewers view of you.

"Get the fuck out!" Nikki ordered pointing to the door.

"Oh, come on. You can't be serious?" The interviewer asked looking between the guys.

"You're about to see how fucking serious I am." Vince threatened, his fist clenched and ready for a fight. "Get out! Now!"

"You heard them." Mick suddenly said standing up slowly, his hand grabbing Vince's shoulder to stop him from doing anything stupid. "Get out."

You remained seated on the couch lifting your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them trying to cover your body despite the vest now being zipped up entirely.

It was stupid to wear this on stage. You knew it was.

The interviewer and cameraman quickly left the room and practically ran into Doc on their way leaving Mötley's manager standing in the doorway in utter confusion.

"What the hell happened during the interview?"

"That fucking guy is banned from all our shows!" Vince's voice raised an octave as he spoke. "Make sure he doesn't hang around."

Doc clearly had a million more questions but did as the singer asked and left the room to ensure the MTV interviewer was leaving immediately.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Tommy asked, his voice so much calmer and gentler than your brothers.

You looked up to find both him and Nikki now looking at you as you sat on the couch hugging your knees to your chest.

"It was stupid to wear this on stage." You whispered, shaking your head at yourself.

You knew what men were like. You should have seen all of that coming from a mile away. Your jeans and leather jacket would have been a better option.

Sure, you had felt self-conscious at first in this outfit but once you were on stage and singing... you were more confident than you had ever felt. The outfit had grown on you. You had started to like it, but now... fuck this outfit. Fuck that interviewer.

"Hey, no. It wasn't." Tommy insisted, sliding over and sitting beside you. "It wasn't stupid."

You scoffed, "it was."

"It wasn't." Nikki insisted.

Tears were burning in the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them spill. It was stupid. Why were you even upset about this? It wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't like you hadn't dealt with sexist assholes before.

He was meant to be an MTV interviewer. He was meant to ask about the show, about the songs, about the new album. But instead, all he cared about was what you were wearing, and which guy had fucked you.

"You were right." You said, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced over at Vince. "I shouldn't have worn this."

Your brother let out a deep exhale. The anger soaring through him slowly subsiding as he walked over and plonked himself down on the couch beside you.

"I wasn't right."

You tilted your head towards him as a silent tear trickled down your cheek and you quickly averted your gaze and wiped it away.

"He ain't worth your tears." Vince wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "Fuck that guy, okay? Fuck him."

"Yeah, fuck him." Tommy agreed from your other side while Mick and Nikki nodded in agreement from where they were standing.

You smiled softly, "thank you for defending me."

"You mess with one member of Mötley Crüe, you mess with all of us." Nikki simply stated, his sea green eyes meeting yours as he gave you a small smile from the corner of his mouth. "Welcome to the band."

-

Later that night the band all retreated back to the hotel you were staying at and dispersed to your own rooms to get changed. You thought about having a shower, but decided to have one in the morning instead, so you stripped out of your concert clothes and switched back to the jeans and leather jacket you had been wearing earlier.

The singular warpainted stripe was still on your left cheek and the more you looked at it, the more you liked it.

You didn't want Nikki to feel as if you were trying to copy him, especially after Tommy now had warpaint too, but he never commented on the stripe when he saw it and didn't seem to care, so that was a small relief.

Grabbing your key, you locked your hotel room behind yourself and wandered across the hall to room 32 which was Vince's.

With the benefit of hindsight, you should have knocked on the door first. But the two of you still shared a bedroom back at the Mötley House, so you didn't even think and twisted the knob walking inside to see if your brother was ready to go to the bar.

That was your first mistake for the night.

"Hey, Vince, are you ready- EW!" You gasped, instantly covering your eyes at the sight before you.

Your brothers naked back and ass was facing you while he pounded into some woman leaning over the bed across the room. You had no idea if it was Toms girlfriend or not, but you were not going to look to find out that answer.

"Y/N! Get out!" Vince shouted over his shoulder.

"Learn to lock your door!"

"Learn to fucking knock!" He shot back before you slammed the door shut.

"Fucking gross." You mumbled to yourself trying to fight the urge to gag at that vivid image now seared into your brain.

Sadly, that was not the first time you had walked in on Vince fucking someone, and you hated to admit, but knowing your brother, it wouldn't be the last either.

"Got an eye full?" Tommy's voice called out in amusement.

You tilted your head to the left to find the drummer walking out his own hotel room further down the corridor and simply nodded, screwing your face up in disgust.

Tommy grinned, "I did the same thing a few minutes ago. He needs to learn to lock his door."

"Tell me about it!"

Pushing yourself away from the door, you made your way over to Tommy noting he switched out his red and black leather pants for simple black ones and a tank top. He still had his eyeliner and warpaint on his cheek and you smiled looking at it.

"You were great out there tonight." Tommy suddenly said, his hazel eyes flashing down to your own warpaint before those dreamy eyes met yours and he smiled shyly. "I mean, I knew you could sing, but man, that was- that was great."

You smiled, "thanks Tommy."

"Nikki and Mick are at the club across the road. Wanna get some drinks?"

"Hell yeah."

That was your second mistake of the night.

It wasn't the first time you had been out drinking with the guys, far from it. You went out drinking with them most nights after their shows, it was nothing new. Mick would stick with vodka, Vince with whatever alcohol he could get his hands on along with cocaine (which you hated with a passion, and he knew it) while Nikki and Tommy would drink and snort anything within sight. That's just what the guys did and although you didn't approve of the mass number of drugs, you weren't their mother nor manager, it wasn't your place to comment on it.

So, you'd usually stick with whatever alcohol you wanted and let the guys go loose. However, tonight, you joined them on the loose part wanting to forget about that MTV interview.

By the time you realised that you had drunk too much, it was already too late. So your intoxicated brain figured you might as well keep drinking.

That was your third mistake of the night.

You had vague memories of dancing on top of the pool table with Nikki and Tommy throwing money at you for the performance. You could remember all the shots Vince and Mick ordered for the group, but after that, it was all fuzzy.

So, you really had no idea how you ended up in Tommy's bed the following morning. 

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

Sweet Lover | Nikki Sixx x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FLASHBACK TO 1987

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which he did, just for you.

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

During Rehab, Nikki had started a relationship with you.

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

A year later, he proposed.

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

CURRENT TIME

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

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[sugarsfics]

Prom

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

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

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

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

Word count: 2.0k 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lesbian4fionapple]

welcome to my blog !

hello, hello! you can call me nina. i used to be pretty popular on here last year but i made a new account :C but this is my new account!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !!!

on this account i’ll be posting about rockstar blurbs/fics so please feel free to send in some reqs :3

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who i write for:

dave mustaine!!!, david ellefson, nick menza!!!, marty friedman, kiko louriero!!!, james hetfield!!!, kirk hammett!!!, cliff burton!!!, jason newsted!!!, slash!!!, steven adler!!!, duff mckagan!!!, tommy lee!!!, nikki sixx!!!, zack de la rocha!!!

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scat, pedophilia (age gap is ok), cnc, public sex (no not teasing under the table that’s fine), water sports, incest, actual abuse anything to do with bodily fluids… just no.

p.s. i DO write for male readers but not member x member!

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[ali-r3n]

On with the Show

Nikki Sixx x Female!Reader

Shout out to @youlightmeupfinn for listening to me go on and on about this story. I love you ❤️

Age Difference: Y/N is in her 30s. Nikki is his current age.

Series Masterlist

What an opportunity, touring with the Crue. Of course the reason behind it kinda sucked. Tommy said he would play through the pain as much as he could before you had to go on.

You played in some smaller gigs, but this was the big league. You were playing with the big boys now...No Pressure.

~Opening Night~

“WHATS UP, MOTHERFUCKERS!?”

Your heart raced as you waited in the wing of the stage. You twirled your drumstick to help ease the nerves. You caught Nikki's eyes from across the stage and he gives you a thumbs up.

"SHE'S GONNA FILL IN FOR ME SO WELCOME TO THE STAGE Y/N FUCKING Y/L/N!!"

You run on stage to the drum kit and gave the audience a wave as they applauded. You take a bow before you sit on the padded stool. You peak over the kit and catch Nikki's eye. He gives you a smile and wink before he turns back to the front of the stage.

Anyway…

On with the show.

Drenched in sweat, you ran to the front of the stage to bow.

You stand between Vince and Nikki. Your hand goes to the Singer’s shoulder as The Bassist’s arm slid around your waist.

Your face feels hot, but you blamed it on drumming your heart out for a long time.

As a group you bow with the heavy weight of Nikki’s muscular arm against your back. The heat of his skin seeped through the thin black singlet you wore.

When you stood up, Nikki leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You did great.”

His warm breath against you sent shivers down your spine.

This was gonna be a tour you never forgot.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Smut of current Nikki sixx

The reader is his wife they are at dinner with Tommy Vince and their wives

Nikki can't keep his hands to himself pleasuring reader under the table with his fingers

As everyone is in conversation with each other Nikki and reader sneak off to the bathroom Nikki works his magic with his tongue and and bends reader over 🍆

Then walk of shame from the bathroom as Tommy and Vince start laughing and say you guys couldn't wait jump each others bones 🧡

Kinktober day 11: public sex

A/n: fuckin love Nikki it’s been awhile since I’ve written for him.

Pairings: Current!Nikki Sixx x Fem!Reader

Warnings: age gap, public sexual acts obvi, daddy kink because yes, Nikki is so damn horny for reader lol, dom!nikki, sub!reader, the other guys and wives poke fun at y’all, Tommy being Tommy and cheesy puns lol.

I’ve given up on summaries lol

You were sat at the dinner table after one of Mötleys shows for the world tour. Right now you’re in Mexico City, enjoying some good Mexican cuisine.

You felt Nikki’s hand trail up your leg towards your pussy and you froze for a minute, making sure everyone was distracted before you hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”

Your husband just laughed quietly and put a finger over his lips, silently telling you to be quiet. “Be a good girl for daddy ok?” He whispered in your ear causing you to shiver and goosebumps arise.

“O-ok.” You responded, and then Rain started talking to you. While yes, you are the youngest of the wives, you still get along great with them. So you tried your best to pay attention to your friends words when you felt the bassist move your panties out of the way and stick a finger into your tight hole.

“Mhmmm….yeah.” You said absentmindedly. Brittany chimed in, “Y/n? Girl, you ok?”

Your eyes widened when he rubbed his finger over your clit. That evil bastard he knows you can barely function when he does that.

“Oh-“ you cleared your throat, “I mean yeah I’m fine. I just don’t know if I’m gonna be able to eat anything my stomachs been upset.”

“Aw honey, do you feel like you’re gonna throw up?” Nikki asked with a facial expression telling you to say yes.

“Yeah. I think I should go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You replied quickly and felt the older man’s finger slide out of you. You quickly got up and sped walked to the bathroom.

“Im gonna go check on her. Make sure she’s ok.” Your husband said before too got up and headed towards the bathroom.

“Dude…Nikki’s gonna get some!” Tommy cheered loudly and people looked at him with furrowed brows. Brittany smacked him on the arm, “No shit, don’t need to say it to the world. But yes they’re totally fucking.”

Nikki backed you up against the locked door of the singular restroom and unzipped your dress before tugging it down. Your breasts flopping out of the satin material.

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” The bassist muttered before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples. You moaned and gasped as he nipped and bit the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, love these tits.” He muttered against you, switching sides to give the other side attention.

You threaded your fingers through his hair as you it relished in the feeling. “Fuck, daddy.”

His hand trailed back down to your clothed covered pussy and tugged your underwear down. His fingers inserted into you and you moaned. “Oh daddy, please!” You weren’t sure what you were begging for. “Yeah baby?” He teased, whispering right in your ear before nipping at your earlobe.

You sighed contently at that, “I want- I want your cock.”

“Oh yeah? You want daddys cock? I’ll give you my cock.” Nikki pulled his pants down enough so that his cock sprang out. He picked you up and you spread your legs instinctively. The raven haired man teased your entrance with his tip before inserting into you, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Holy fuck.” He breathed.

“Nikki- please move. Fuck me please.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart I will.” And he started bucking his hips into you. You moaned as he constantly hit your spot.

You clutched on his shoulders harder, nails digging into the material of his shirt. “Mmm…daddy oh my god.” You cried out as he went harder and faster.

“Quiet, we don’t want anyone out there knowing you’re being fucked like a slut now do we?” He covered your mouth as he said this and you nodded, eyes wide and watering.

Finally, you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge before clenching around his cock your vision going white for a second as that beautifully overwhelming feeling shot through your whole body.

“Mmm- mph-“ your moans and cries were muffled by his hand, and soon enough you felt him shoot his load deep inside of you.

“Oh!” You breathed in relief.

Nikki planted a sweet kiss to your lips, “So good for me.”

The two of you got cleaned up and walked back to the table like nothing happened.

Of course, Tommy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Y/n, are you feeling better?”

Your face went red for a bit before saying, “Yeah. It was just a little stomach bug.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it hit you hard.”

Oh god, Tommy knew. And if Tommy knew, everyone knew.

“Yeah, and Nikki came right after you.” Vince chimed in and Rain kicked him under the table. “Vinnie, not appropriate. She’s clearly embarrassed that we all know they had sex in the bathroom.”

“Oh god.” You said as you buried your face in your hands. The bassist rubbed your back soothingly, “Alright we get it. Everyone knows we fucked. Now let’s eat and forget this never happened. Tommy, say something again and I will kick your ass.”

“Yes sir.” The drummer responded with a mocking salute making everyone laugh.

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[buckysimp101]

Home Sweet Home

Summary: You’re on The Stadium Tour with Nikki and the Crüe, the first tour since the birth of your daughter, Maci. When she gets sick you miss out on one of the shows, the first since the tour began. As soon as the show ends, Nikki’s on his way Home Sweet Home.

current!Nikki Sixx x YN

warnings: none, it’s fluffy af

a/n: i just...i just love dad!Nikki so freaking much.

June 28, 2022

The final chords of Kickstart My Heart played through the speakers of the Bank of America stadium in Charlotte, North Carolina. Before Nikki knew it the crowd was screaming and clapping as the last song of their setlist ended and he got swooped into a final bow with the Crüe and the Nasty Habits. Normally, Nikki was all into his shows, making sure to give them his all. Tonight he just wasn’t as into the show, he didn’t interact as much, his brain was all over the place, and the reason? You and Maci weren’t there. 

Nikki kept glancing to the side of the stage all night, expecting to see the two of you dancing and singing along to his songs, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. Your three year old Maci had come down with a stomach bug an hour before the show started and she couldn’t keep anything down. You made the decision to take her back to the hotel to try and let her get some sleep before the three of you traveled to Nashville the next day, hoping some crackers and water would help settle her stomach. The group took their last bow and exited the stage, everyone moving in a hurry to get Mötley’s stuff cleared so Def Leppard could take their place.

Nikki swore he couldn’t remember the last time he’d moved that fast, he almost ran into Brittany on the way to his dressing room.

“Woooooah, Sixx. Slow your roll!” Brittany gasped after almost being bulldozed after rounding the corner at the same time as the bassist. When she saw the far off look in his eyes she knew that he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She reached her hand out to touch his forearm, finally getting Nikki’s attention.

“Sorry, Britt. I gotta go, I need to see...” Nikki started before he was interrupted by Brittany speaking softly, “I know, you gotta go see your girls, I get it. Tommy will be done with his stuff pretty soon, you can catch a ride with us. Last I heard from Y/N she was getting Maci’s teeth brushed so she could lay down.”

Just the mention of your names brought Nikki’s stress down. Brittany knew what she was doing trying to relieve some of Nikki’s stress and making sure that he got back to his girls as quickly and safely as possible. Nikki nodded his head at Brittany and walked back to his dressing room to gather the things he needed to take back to the hotel, the rest would be packed by the roadies and sent to the next venue. After changing into the clothes he came to the show in and wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, he was almost ready when Tommy knocked on the door, alerting Nikki to his arrival.

“Alright, bassist. Let’s go see your girls,” the drummer said, a small sympathetic smile on his lips. Tommy knew how hard it was for Nikki to not have his family there supporting him and he knew that the man had been chomping at the bit to go back to the hotel the second Y/N left. “Hey man, luckily we weren’t on too late tonight, you’ll still have time to spend with Y/N. And maybe Maci hasn’t gone to sleep yet, she’s stayed up later than this the last couple of weeks,” Tommy reassured him, slinging an arm around Nikki’s shoulders as the group walked to their awaiting driver.

Luckily, it was a quick drive to the hotel. Once they got off the elevator, Nikki said a quick thanks to Tommy and Brittany and headed to your suite. Upon opening the suite door, Nikki noticed all the lights, except the one near the coffee maker, were off. He could see what looked like blue light from a television peaking through the crack in the bedroom door. As he walked towards the bedroom door he saw a pair of tiny, pink converse by the couch, a matching adult pair sat next to them. Maci’s toys, the few you had let her take off the bus, were strewn around the room, and a sleeve of crackers, one with tiny bite marks, sat opened on the coffee table. Nikki decided to pick up the stuff and put them away, less work for you in the morning. And as he moved your shoes to a more out of the way location, he heard your voice coming from the bedroom. Specifically, your voice singing a tune he knew very well.

My heart’s like an open book

For the whole world to read

Sometime nothing, keeps me together at the seams

Nikki crept towards the bedroom door, you must not have noticed because there you were laying in the bed with Maci asleep in your lap, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as you lightly crooned your husband’s lyrics to your daughter.

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Home Sweet Home

“One of these days I’m going to tell Vince I’ve been married to his future replacement for the last eight years,” Nikki whispered loud enough for you to hear, your head whipping around at the sound of his voice. A small smile graced your lips upon seeing your husband. Nikki approached you, making sure to walk as lightly as possible, and gave you a kiss that you leaned into with ease. “How’s she doing?” he asked against your lips, his eyes softening as they darted to Maci’s sleeping figure still situated across your lap.

“She woke up about forty five minutes ago, got sick again. So we turned on some Bluey to just have something on in the background while she went to sleep. That didn’t work, but the second I started singing Home Sweet Home? She was dozing so fast, you know it’s her favorite bedtime song.” you answered softly, making sure not to wake up your toddler.

Nikki huffed out a soft laugh before questioning, “how many times have you sang the damn thing?”

“I want to say this was the fifth time through,” you giggled in response, causing the bassist to use his hand to cover his mouth before he laughed too loud and woke up Maci. “How did the show go, baby?” you questioned, beginning to slowly adjust Maci’s body so that Nikki would have room in the king size bed after his shower, who knew three year olds took up so much space!

“It was good. The fans were great and the atmosphere was electric, sweets. But all I kept thinking about were you and Maci, Britt had to slow me down after the show, I was running on autopilot trying to get back as soon as I could!”

“Well, remind me to thank her for that. I’d rather you get back to us safe, sweetheart,” you mumbled lightly as you saw Maci’s chest rise with a deep breath as she rolled over in her sleep, “now, I need my wonderfully talented, handsome husband to go take a shower. You stink, Sixx,” you added with a teasing tone and a wrinkle of your nose.

Nikki rolled his eyes as he began taking his shirt off and grabbing a pair of sleep pants before walking towards the bathroom, not missing the low whistle you made at the sight of your husband’s tattooed back. Before closing the bathroom door, Nikki poked his head out and whispered, “you better not be asleep when I’m done, mama.”

“No promises, daddy,” you responded with a wink.

A nice hot shower was just what Nikki needed after the long day and exhausting show. He exited the bathroom, toweling off the ends of his hair and what he saw made him pause.

You were right not to make any promises. Because there you were, fast asleep next to your little girl. Nikki swore his body was performing its own reenactment of that scene in The Grinch when his heart grew three times larger. The sight of you with Maci almost always brought tears to his eyes. When you delivered her and told him that you had finally thought of her middle name and that her full name would be Maci Nicole Sixx, the man broke down in tears next to your hospital bed. You had joked, “who knew Nikki Sixx was such a softie.” Nikki peeled the cover back to slip in and wrap his girls up in his arms. He knew he made it to his Home Sweet Home. 

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[teddypickerry]

nikki sixx (himself or douglas booth! nikki) x reader

Could you do one where the reader happens to also be a bassist and they’re both in Crüe, they’ve been close friends for a while and Mick notices that they’ve developed a close relationship and he has a talk with Nikki since Mick is like a older brother to the reader. Meanwhile Tommy attempts to flirt with the reader trying to push Nikki to confess.

Pretty much a cute fluff imagine :)

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌.

pairings — nikki sixx x fem! band member reader (also reader x tommy kinda)

word count — 919

warnings — just cursing & suggestive dialogue (it’s mötley mf)

a/n — lowkey disappeared off this app for a month just to come back with a shitty fic. anyways, writing as mick is so fucking fun.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" A common phrase heard by each and every member of Mötley Crüe. When Mick Mars so suddenly spoke it to the bassist, who was currently stuffing his face with pasta. "Eating?" Nikki had asked hesitantly, confused why Mick was stood in his dressing room with a bottle of something strong. It definitely wasn't lemonade. "No, that's not what I mean."

"Well, you asked," Nikki scoffed at the guitarist's words while Mick pulled up and a chair to the couch. Nikki was alone in his dressing room, for the first time in forever. No groupies, no girls. Which was different for the bassist... practically against his religion. "What the hell are you doing with Y/N?"

Oh. That was enough to make the bassist choke on his food as he threw the bowl to the couch, swallowing down the food with a swig of Jack Daniels. He finally coughed and calmed down. Mick was still staring at him like he'd just walked into Nikki banging his daughter. "She's my friend, she's your friend. Fucking whatever."

"Shitty excuse," Mick scoffed as he sat back in the chair and took another comfortable sip. He wasn't giving up anytime soon, which was obvious by his body language. "God, what do you want, Mars?"

"Stop being a little fucker and ask the girl out already. I shouldn't have to tell you how to do every fucking thing, Sixx." Mick scoffed making Nikki roll his eyes, trying to keep his tough-guy demeanor. "And, don't fuck it up. She's special, she's our bandmate. And she's beautiful, graceful, and she'll punch you in the face. So, don't be a jackass."

"Nice talk," Nikki commented as he stood up and began to hairspray his hair in the mirror in preparation for their show later that night. Mick's words stuck in Nikki like heroin. He started thinking about them and he knew he was right. He had to face his feelings and get it out of his system. It wasn't that easy, you were a member of the band. You weren't some chick. A disastrous relationship would lead to the end of the band. The band you'd all worked your asses off to create.

"I didn't mean do it eventually, I meant now. Before Tommy fucks her in the back alley," Mick added making Nikki turn to him in horror. The sleazy drummer had a way of stealing Nikki's girls, vice versa. It was an ongoing game between the two, a pretty girl equals one of them getting her. But this time... Nikki would bet his life on this round.

The bassist bolted out of his dressing room and past the millions of randos backstage. His feet carried him down the hall toward the stage, where he knew everyone was setting up for rehearsal. Specially where he heard the sound of your laugh and the sound of drumsticks falling to the ground. That was a pretty easy trail to his best friends. Which did in fact lead to the drummer twirling his sticks in his fingers, you stood prepping your own bass with a smile.

"You've got a great smile," Tommy grinned with his typical cocky look. You'd known Tommy for years on end and his innocent flirting never stopped. It also never bothered you, as it was all you knew from the bastard drummer. But over the past few months, Nikki seemed to bite back a glare anytime he heard it from either Vince or Tommy. "I mean it, really."

"Thanks, T-Bone," You flashed him your small grin before going back in with another pack of pics. You tested out a quick riff for the sound crew as Nikki simply stood there, finally erupting from the shadows. Tommy took this as an invitation — knowing he could get Sixx all hot and bothered with a few simple words. He twisted the drumsticks with his fingers as he glanced between you and Nikki. His eyes landed on you. "You think you could do this?"

"I mean it's not rocket science," You mocked while taking the bass off and sitting it against a chair. "Well I'm pretty good at it, I'm pretty good with my fingers. Wanna find out more?" Tommy so obviously flirted making you laugh as you playfully tapped Nikki's arm. Nikki just gave Tommy a harsh look at this, that didn't exactly match your grin. "Yeah, okay, T-Bone. I bet you are."

"So good, you can find out if you want," He winked with that goofy smile of his. The one that made you shake your head as Nikki subconsciously stepped closer to you and crossed his arms. "Yeah, she's not into that." Nikki was quick to say making both sets of eyes look over at him. Tommy held a proud smile at this, "Are you saying she's into you though?"

"What if I did?" Nikki cocked like he owned the place. Your eyes darted between the two for a moment before stepping up. "Will you two shut the hell up and start rehearsing?"

"Yes ma'am," Nikki nodded while Tommy shot you an army 'yes sir' nod. The drummer walked off to his setup leaving you and the bassist to your lonesome. Nikki seemed to glance around before his eyes fell back on you. "So..."

"Let's have dinner tomorrow," You spoke before he had a chance to process it, and walked away. He watched you walk away with a smile. Knowing he had actually won.

#teddypickerry #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx blurb #nikki sixx #nikki sixx oneshot #nikki sixx x fem reader #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #mötley crue fic

[thesmokingguns]

Now and Forever

Pairing: Nikki Sixx Now X Reader

Requested: @thenobodies-inc​ “what if its like a current day one and y/n is way younger then him like 26 and hes like “wouldnt you want to date a man younger and not an old man like me im old enough to be youre father” and shes like so what 🤨😋”

Word Count: 906

Taglist: @ayablackwood​ @agroupiewhore @littlemisscare-all​ @val-sixx​

“What are you doing?” Nikki’s voice cut through the bedroom and you looked up from the floor where you currently were doing a dance that was going viral on TikTok. You could feel the blush in your cheeks as you stood up, grabbing your phone and shutting it off. “Were you humping the floor?” he asked, shaking his head at you. You knew he was teasing you and sent him a look.

“I was dancing for TikTok.” you watched him roll his eyes and smirked as you moved over to wrap your arms around him, laying a kiss on his chin. That was the only spot you could reach, even on your tiptoes.

There was something in his eyes as his hands held your hips that made you realize he hadn’t come to find you for something fun.

“Why don’t we sit down outside and talk?” It wasn’t really a question but more of a command.He had that look in his face, determination tinged with pain. Whatever the conversation was it wasn’t going to be easy for him to talk about.

You sat across from him outside under her canopy, the pool glistening and seeming to beg you to jump in. Instead you played with your long brown hair, braiding it nervously.

“Y/N, we need to talk about our relationship.” It had been about  Eighteen months of dating between the pair of you. You got along well together, sharing a lot of the same values and desires. “Babe, I’m too old for you. You need to find someone closer to your-“

“No.” You didn’t even let him finish. You just shook your head at him watching the way he seemed defeated by the topic, “We are not having this conversation again.” You shut it down.

“You need to seriously think about your future. You’re twenty six and I’m sixty two.” Your eyes were glaring at him, annoyed that he was bringing up your ages again. Same old argument. It seemed pointless.

“Do you want to get married? Have kids?” You asked, looking at him again without backing down. He sighed.

“You might want those things some day and I can’t-“

“Don’t decide my future for me, Nik. Don’t do it. I’ve made it very clear to you that I wasn’t the mother type. I wasn’t going to have kids and I wasn’t going to be some Mrs. I don’t want that even with you.” You shook your head trying not to get angry. Someone had to have said something to him to have this old argument coming up again. “I have my own money. I have my own health insurance. I have my own apartment. I’m not with you because you were in some rock band. I’m with you because I love you. And I’m all for you breaking up with me if you don’t love me but please, don’t try to do me a favor and set me free because of our age difference.” He sighed but you could see this relief washing over him.

You got off the seat moving over to him and sitting on his lap letting him wrap his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know you hate it when I bring it up. I just don’t get what you see in me.” That was the thing about Nikki. He might have been older than you and lived a life where he was a success but no one loved him right. He had been abandoned by everyone and was now always thinking he was disposable. He didn’t understand that you loved him without a time limit. You loved him for more than what he did or who he was. You loved him now.

The pair of you had met in a cliche way, at a grocery store where you had been climbing shelves to reach the paper towels. He had gone to help you grab them and caught you as you fell backwards. To help your bruised ego you offered to buy him dinner and because you thought he was incredibly attractive. You had heard some of the band's songs but you had no idea who he was. When you started to learn about his past it didn’t matter because you were already hooked on him.

You both lived in an upscale neighborhood outside of LA and even though you lived in a city where everything was going on you spent your off time laying in the sun having BBQ lunch and reading passages of books aloud to each other. It was the type of love that didn’t compete with anything because it was so natural. With Nikki there wasn’t this constant need to always be trying to be different. With Nikki you were good enough being yourself and that was refreshing.

“Now you have a serious look on your face.” he commented, bringing you back to the moment with him.  You looked at him, tan skin and kind eyes that had lived through so much. Touching his face you watched the way he smirked, watching you with warm admiration.

“I was just thinking about how I love you.” you told him, getting the full toothy grin on his face. Making Nikki happy felt like your life's work. It was like you had been put on the planet just to make him happy. And it was the best job in the world.

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[you-can-call-me-wanda]

On Tour

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Reader

A/N: Just a cute little imagine about being on tour with Nikki and your daughter!

“Yay! Go Daddy!”

You looked down at your daughter in admiration as she cheered on her father who was currently playing his heart out onstage. You followed her gaze to join her in looking at your husband, Nikki, playing with his band Mötley Crüe. He leaned into his stance as he sang backup into the microphone and strummed his bass. After years of watching him perform, he still enraptured you. It was no wonder your daughter insisted on watching him play every night.

You turned your attention back to your little girl. She was almost five now, which was shocking for both you and Nikki. It seemed like she was just a baby yesterday. She was so independent now, insisting on putting her hair in pigtails all by herself now and picking out her own clothes to wear each day. Tonight, she had picked out a frilly blue dress that her Uncle Tommy had bought her for her birthday, a pair of tangerine tights, and some black lace-up boots. On her head, she donned a pair of headphones, specially designed to protect her hearing from the loud music.

The song ended and Nikki took advantage of the break in music to look over to you and your daughter. He smiled as he met your eyes and waved to your daughter. She jumped up and down as she waved back to him with an excited grin. As Tommy began counting in the next song, Nikki blew a quick kiss to your little girl before turning back to the audience and joining in the song.

The rest of the concert went by quickly and before you knew it, Nikki and the rest of the band were waving goodbye to the audience and walking backstage. Your daughter had been to plenty concerts by now and had the drill down. She took off her headphones once they boys were throwing their picks and drumsticks to their fans and ran up to her father as soon as he passed the stage threshold.

“Hey princess,” Nikki said, catching your daughter in his arms and lifting her into the air with ease. “Did you like the show?”

He asked her what she thought of the show every night.

She nodded her head eagerly.

“I loved it!”

She always had the same response.

Still carrying her, Nikki walked up to you while the rest of the guys headed back to their dressing rooms to change out of their stage clothes.

“And what did you think?” he asked you, giving you a peck on the cheek in greeting.

“You were great,” you said. “As always.”

Nikki smiled broadly.

“Well in that case, how would you two feel about accompanying me to dinner tonight?” he asked.

His question surprised you as the three of you would typically head back to the tour bus or hotel after a show as Nikki was usually relatively exhausted and it was quite late for your little girl to be staying up for much longer.

“Really? That sounds wonderful,” you responded.

Your daughter voiced her agreement as well.

“Okay,” Nikki said, handing the child over to you. “Let me go get changed real quick and we can leave straight from the venue.”

The three of you ended up in a cute little diner much to your kid’s delight. She happily ordered and munched on a stack of chocolate-chip pancakes. You and your husband watched, bemused, as she stuffed her face.

“Is it good?” Nikki asked her, taking a bite of his food.

“It’s dewifioush,” she said with her mouth food causing you to laugh.

Nikki wrapped his arm around your back, and you pulled closer to him in the booth you were both seated in.

“I’m really happy you joined us on tour this time,” Nikki said quiet enough for just you to hear.

This tour had been the first time you’d been to a show of his since your daughter was born and the first time she had seen him perform live as well. It had been a big decision for you both to make, but in the end, it had been the right one. Your daughter loved being on tour and getting to see her dad and uncles perform every night and you loved getting to spend more time with your husband.

“I’m happy too,” you said, leaning into his side and leaning up to capture his lips in a quick kiss.

“Ew!” your daughter cried out at the sight of her parents kissing. “That’s gross!”

Nikki threw his head back and laughed whole-heartedly.

“It’s not gross,” he argued. “It’s love.”

“Well, love is gross.”

#nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine #wanda writes

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born in 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and is the bassist and songwriter of Wallows and is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and she helps 5sos write songs for the album Calm and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in the good way) with shipping?

Wallowing

ashton Irwin x wallows!reader / masterlist

warnings; references to sex, swearing, threats

“Come in babe.” You opened the door, inviting your boyfriend Ashton into your flat. He had been having a hard day at the studio, and had asked if it was alright if he came over. Of course it was, but he had got a warning prior to his arrival, that they would not be alone, and that if he wanted to clear his head, it was certainly not the right place.

“Fuck you, you’re supposed to be on my side man!” At the sound of Dylan, yelling at whom you supposed to be Cole, you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as you welcomed your partner into your home sweet home. Out of all days, they had to be playing COD in your apartment today.

“Sorry bout that.” A light grimace filled your face, but instead of giving you criticism, Ashton simply laughed, following you through the apartment, as you tried to slowly pass behind your band mates who were occupying your living room.

“Not so fast young Sixx, get your well endowed ass back here.” A sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at Braeden, pausing your movements as he turned to lean against the back of your couch to peer over at you. “We need to have a conversation little lady.”

Groaning, you threw your head back, smiling a small apology towards Ash. “We were going to go to my room, I’d rather just you guys play my PS4 without needing to interact with me face to face.”

“Would you rather he FaceTime you whilst you’re getting down and dirty, or stand there like a kid’s doll and allow him to pull at your arm?” Dylan mumbled, as you crossed your arms, Ash greeting your band mates as you moved towards the tv, reaching for the side button and turning it off.

“Y/n what the hell?” Cole half screamed, breaking loose as he was close to finally beating Minette and killing his gamer character. His hands flailed as he expected an answer, raising in the air as he held the remote.

“I could ask you the same thing Preston, so what’s the schtick that’s making you keep me here, in my own apartment?” He gulped as you enquired at him, raising your brow, as you leaned back into your partner who stood awkwardly behind you like a supporting shadow.

“Congrats on the album Irwin, it’s great to see our own band member aiding your band. CALM is sick, and she makes me feel the same, just in a different manner.”

“Stop being a salty little bitch would you?” You asked, smacking him on the upside of the back of his head. He rutted his head back, clasping the behind of his scalp with his palm, firmly turning back to cast an icy glare towards you.

This was the normal behaviour around here, you all enjoyed getting under each other’s skin. It was a sign of true friendship, that whilst sometimes still triggering some real annoyance, that made your bond of being band mates that much deeper.

They were doing the same thing to you now, speaking prolifically showering your boyfriend in compliments, to side swab you with cockblockery. In all honesty, whenever Lydia or another girl was on the premises, you returned the favour, though that did not your pulsating frustration decrease at all.

“I’m going to assume there’s a problem here. Are you sure now is a good time for me to be here?” Ash asked reassuringly, his gentle touch applying a loving presence upon your shoulder, making you smile despite the situation that was running through the discourse of your veins

You craved him, to feel his body atop, or under, or however else against your own. It was infuriating to endure how your band mates dragged their greeting to him out, all you wanted was to discard his and your own clothing, leaving it as a jumble of forgotten material on the floor whilst the pair of you were caught up in mess upon the mattress, limbs inclined to coil around each arch, and breaths long overdue and escaping into the air.

“It’s a good time for you overall pal, considering that your sales are sky high, taller than this one that is practically trying to hump your arm. No problems with your presence, except the fact that it’s turning little Brandi’s baby’s hormones into overdrive.” Braeden spoke, earning a guttural growl out from your throat, as your nostrils flared furiously at his words.

If you didn’t get on with it, then the Red Sea of the month would cause a flood that would stain your underwear. You’d have preferred to take action before that happened. “The work isn’t just on my shoulders loser, if you want a worldwide selling album, put in some elbow grease, instead of playing stupid games.”

“I’m good, and by definition that makes you stupid, because they belong to you.” He remarked, Cole chuckling and offering him a high five.

“I could just kick you out.” You promptly supposed, as Dylan messed around with his phone, surrendering to the game, as he ran his hand to define the ruggedness of his silvery blue locks.

“Band rules say no to that.” Braeden stated. “And Ash, feel free to replace this one, we could do a switch. You’re basically ready to move in together, so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere else to have rapid fire nights.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Your boyfriend asked, and you, without any thought or hesitancy, shook your head. He certainly didn’t need to know about that, it was, least to say, a mess.

There would be dares, and drinks, and tattoos put in the most awkward places with that artist set that you kept very far under your bed. It was a shock that Ashton hadn’t seen the word ‘narwhale’ on the heel of your foot, or maybe he did, and decided against saying anything.

“I put up with these idiots.” Dylan sighed, though as you whipped your head around, you saw that he was not speaking directly to any of you, instead, his

“He’s on fucking insta live.” Cole realised, leaving over to get his face in the mirroring of the stream, waving a hand to the fans that spewed hearts onto the corner of the screen.

“Prick.” You called Dylan out, watching as he laughed at your lack of amusement, and poised the self proclaimed camera towards you, also catching the person beside you in the view.

“Calm.” Ashton softly spoke, sending you a small and reassuring smile, which you were defeated to not permit the same in return

“Funny pun Irwin, but shut up.” You laughed, and shook your head, him finally catching onto what he had said.

“Yes that is the incredibly talented 5SOS member Ashton Irwin. I know right, what is he doing with us?” Cole read, watching as Dylan rolled his eyes at his band member’s behaviour, wanting to get his phone back, though his attempts were lacklustre.

“Or more specifically, her?” Braeden asks, walking behind the sofa and grasping him, dragging him closer to where the phone was propped in Cole’s hand, giving the fans a clear image of his face. “Is he joining the band?” He reads from the flood of comments. “I wish, but we don’t draw that much talent.

“Speak for yourself.” You groaned, walking closer, leaning your head over Ash’s hunched shoulder, releasing an awkward smile as he raised it, gently bumping your chin with the slope of his muscle. “Rude.”

“Where are you guys? Well, we’re at y/n’s apartment. She just got back and dragged this old slugger in off the streets. How charitable.” Cole spoke, smiling up at Irwin as he lightly punched his face, already too comfortable with his hovering presence.

“Why is he there? This one makes me laugh, quick shag, ain’t that right buddy?” Braeden thoughtlessly worded, his eyes going wide in an instant as the fans quickly tended to the realisation of what he had meant. “Fuck, oops I guess.”

To say that you were furious was an understatement; you could feel an ache in your hands, wanting to tear the idiot into dismal pieces until there was nothing salvageable left to fix.

“You guess?” Dylan snickers, covering his mouth with his hand whence he saw your murderous expression conquer features. It was vastly more terrifying than any anger you had ever portrayed, and he could feel the couch moving as Braeden turned, and squirmed from the sight.

“Lemasters, imagine your head on a stick. That is going to happen, when I get my hands on you, your gonna turn cold as I strangle the living shit outta-“ Ashton grabbed you, as your arms tried to grasp and throttle your band mate, flopping in the air, intently furious at his revealing slip up.

“I think imma go.” He bolted, and as you struggled out of Ashton’s grip, you ran after him, out your front door and through the modesty of your building.

“She forgot her key.” Ashton noted, coming around and sitting with the remaining pair on the sofa. “How one of you think it’ll take for them to return?”

“As long as it takes for her to kill him.” Dylan grasps his phone back, fluttering his gaze over the comments. “They’re kinda cute together, found my new OTP. Sorry Dylan and Lydia. Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, we gotta take what we get and currently y/n’s not getting any because we have a tendency to cockblock her.”

“It’s our duty as the men of the band.” Cole spoke, a scream reverberating through from the hallway, audible to those online that were watching the two worlds merging.

“I think she got him.” Ash said, smirking lightly, as he heard your voice bellow out in rage against the male. Yep, your band was messy, but his wasn’t much different. He could certainly get used to it.

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[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Rock Music Masterlist

@niksixx thank you for the help!

What I Won’t Write

Cinderella

NSFW Alphabet-Tom Keifer

Guns N Roses

Soulmates, Sort Of(Axl Rose x Reader)[Smut]

The Whole Damn World, And More(Current!Axl Rose x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Axl Rose

Come Here Often?(Drunk!Duff McKagan x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet-Duff McKagan

Best Served Cold(Izzy Stradlin x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Izzy Stradlin

NSFW Alphabet-Slash Hudson

They’ve Got Nothing On You(Steven Adler x Jealous!Reader)

NSFW Alphabet-Steven Adler

Hanoi Rocks

NSFW Alphabet-Andy McCoy

Watching Sunsets(Jan Stenfors/Nasty Suicide)x Male!Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Jan Stenfors/Nasty Suicide

NSFW Alphabet-Michael Monroe

NSFW Alphabet-Razzle Dingley

NSFW Alphabet-Sami Yaffa

Iron Maiden

NSFW Alphabet-Nicko McBrain

Johnny Thunders/New York Dolls

NSFW Alphabet-Johnny Thunders

Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include

KISS

NSFW Alphabet-Ace Frehley

NSFW Alphabet-Eric Carr

Marilyn Manson

Sleepy(Jealous!Marilyn Manson x Reader)

Knock Em’ Dead(Marilyn Manson x Drag Queen!Reader)

Black Rose Blitz(Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader)[Smut]

Teaching You A Lesson(Marilyn Manson x Reader)[Smut]

Double Time(Marilyn Manson x Reader x Twiggy Ramirez)

NSFW Alphabet-Marilyn Manson

Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include

Pretty Little Pin-Up Girl(John 5 x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Daisy Berkowitz

Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include

3 Deep Breaths(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)

Leave You Low(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)[Smut]

Needy(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Twiggy Ramirez

Dating Twiggy Ramirez Would Include

Metallica

NSFW Alphabet-Lars Ulrich

Mötley Crüe

NSFW Alphabet-Mick Mars

Vodka-Flavored Kisses and Cookies(The Dirt! Mick Mars x Reader)

You’re The Only One(Insecure!Mick Mars x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Nikki Sixx

NSFW Alphabet-Tommy Lee

Pushing You To The Limit(Tommy Lee x Reader)[Smut]

NSFW Alphabet-Vince Neil

Nine Inch Nails

NSFW Alphabet-Trent Reznor

Ramones

NSFW Alphabet-Joey Ramone

Skid Row

NSFW Alphabet-Rachel Bolan

Slipknot

Tour Life, Baby(Joey Jordison x Reader)

Dating Sid Wilson Would Include

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