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Nikki Sixx

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG

hello! my names cas or casper wtv u wanna call be honestly. i'm pretty new to nsfw tumblr writing but i love writing and i LOVE writing filthy fucking smut. i probably wont commit to multiple chapter stories but i can probably commit to au's and i'll do my best to give you decent length stories/blurbs. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i love getting requests and writing things for people, please read what i will and won't write and who i will and wont write for :)

BOUNDARIES who i WILL write for ; GNR (for any era of the og lineup, esp 80's-90's) ((izzy and steven are personal favorites of mine)) Mötley crüe Dave Mustaine (THE E WILL NOT STAY ORANGE HELP ME. I AM GIVING UP.) will also write member x member i love tons of bands and would try to write for them but i'm autistic and i fixate on these so i wont write for anyone else (may add more people to the list of who i can write for down the line! (PLEASE REQUEST IZZY STRADLIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.) what i will NOT write for ; ddlg / age play , water-sports (pisskink) , scat , no proship stuff at all , suicide , ocs , (cnc is thin ice cause it can look different to different people, will only do if explicitly asked for and given a guide on how they want it done but i wont do anything thats super hardcore) most kinks i will do but i always reserve the right to refuse requests and such. requests will get done by how much motivation i have for each I DO MALE READER TOO! as i am a male reader myself click the button that says " REQUEST / ASK! <3 " to request or ask me anything, anonymously or not.

MASTER LIST! SMUT (will mostly write smut) ANGST (not my favorite to write but if you set a good scene for me i can do it) FLUFF IN DRAFTS Izzy Stradlin pretty tied up Want a cigarette? head canons Steven Adler baking cookies headcanons Axl Rose headcanons cemetery date Slash in drafts Duff McKagen christmas headcanons Dave Mustaine in drafts Mick Mars loving it loud Vince neil in drafts Nikki Sixx in drafts

also follow the tag caspersspook to just see when i post in general if you'd like :) (includes random things, art possibly, updates on writing ect.) i am so pissed some of the coloring didnt work wtf tumblr

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nikki sixx has a mommy kink you absolutely can not change my mind, manz has such bad mommy issues you can't look at me and tell me he wouldn't take an opportunity to have that kinda love and affection from someone okay? ik i'm right guys i'm nit taking criticism /j

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Bedtime Prayers

Minors DNI 18+

Warning: Blowjob, somophilia, and slight religion kink

You were curled up in bed, the gauzy muslin of your nightgown bunched around your thighs as you curled around a pillow missing Nikki. Your eyes were heavy with need for sleep but as you drifted off your body would jolt and you’d wake up pouting and lonely in the bed that was far too big for just one person  to be sleeping in it.

The creak of the bedroom door made you stiffen, hearing the sound of Nikki sighed out, his breath heavy as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching to stroke your arm. You took it as a sign that it was okay to roll over. The click of his tongue as he smirked at you, looking at you awake after he had sent you to bed two hours ago.

“Why are you awake?” He was concerned, knowing you didn’t sleep enough on a good day but you had been fighting staying awake all through dinner. When everyone went to have drinks in the sitting room NIkki had kissed the side of your head and told you to go to bed.

But sleep has evaded you. The tossing and turning keeping you awake as you waited for Nikki to come and hold you so that you would be able to drift off.

“Couldn’t fall asleep.” you were resting your head on his lap, letting his fingers rub your temples, the firm pushes and soft strokes of his hair calming you down. You wanted to feel the way his skin warmed yours.

Nikki smirked at the way you cuddled into him, the way you loved being touched by him. How you calmed with a few strokes of his fingers. Nikki loved having the power of touch over you. The way that you melted under his fingers never ceased to amaze him.

“Did you say your prayers, sweet girl? Maybe you’re feeling guilty about something?” you chuckled, eyes opening slightly at his words, “Why don’t you get on your knees, say your prayers like the good girl you are?” you thought he was joking, finding a new way to tease you but he was sliding you on the floor in front of him.

Your knees went against the wood floor and you scowled up at Nikki, missing the warmth of the bed. You should be half asleep in his arms by now and he was busy playing his silly games with you. His fingers reached out, pressing your hands together into a temple and resting your elbows on his knees as he reached for you, stroking your hair.

“That’s a good angel. Why don’t  you say your bedtime prayers and then I’ll hold you until you fall asleep, okay?” Nikki was speaking in his quiet voice, the soothing sound of it making your eyes feel heavy, eyes drooping as you yawned against your steepled fingers.

The words to old prayers you used to say at bedtime got jumbled up in your mind. Words about a father, a son, sleep, angels, and safety make you distort salvation and Nikki into one person. Your hands came undone , rubbing your eyes in a weak attempt to keep yourself from falling asleep.

“Out loud, sweet angel. Do you need me to help you?” he tilted your chin up, smirking at how sleepy and cute you looked on your knees in front of him. The small head nod you made confirming that you needed him. “As I lay me down to sleep…” you wanted to tell Nikki that he was telling you a childs prayer but you were thinking about being in bed with him and how it would be worth it.

Your head shifted, laying on his thighs as you nuzzled into him, hands falling to your lap as Nikki stroked down your face. He was waiting for you to speak, being patient with you as he watched you.

“As I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should…” you yawned out eyes closing as you nuzzled into his thigh, dozing off as your head slid forwards.

Nikki loved how you looked right now. Asleep on his thighs, that sweet little mouth of yours half parted as you finally gave into sleep. His thumb traced your bottom lip, so wet and plump. Pretty little lips that were soft and wet.

His hand went to the zipper of his pants, tugging down the metal ash he watched the way you licked your lips. He needed to feel you around him. He barely knew what he was doing, pushing the back of your sleeping head forward, his cock hard as it slid between those lips.

Your sleepy little moan as you whimpered in your sleep, Nikki was holding his breath, watching the way your tongue pushed out, trying to sleep as he carefully shifted you to fuck your sleepy mouth.

His groan made you whimper, that pretty head moving to nuzzle closer as you licked at him, like a taste in your mouth that you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or if it was a real thing. Nikki loved the sweet whimpers you made, your eyes closed and your body all his as you stayed asleep like his good girl.

But Nikki wanted more, he was greedy, cock hard as he tried not to tremble and overtake you. His cock ached from how hard it was. The sting of desire like pin pricks all over his body. He was shifting, telling himself you were a good girl, to not startle you. To stop the nonsense that he was doing but as he shifted your eyes opened and you gagged around him.

Your eyes met Nikki's, your lips tightening around his cock as you shifted, moving your arms onto his knees as you looked at him, your sleepy eyes sparkling as Nikki looked down at you guilty for having woken up and putting you in this situation.

“My angel, I’m sorry.” he was apologizing as you shrugged, popping off his cock, drool coming down the sides of your mouth as you gave him the pretty smile that he loved seeing from you. Your hand working him up and down.

“It’s okay. I need you more than sleep.” your words eased him, his legs opening wider as he gave you more space to work.

You tongue stroking him as your lips took all of him in, kissing the skin as you worked down. Such a needy girl with him, forgetting how exhausted you were and just tasting the way his cock was. The clear little bits of precum were salty, biter enough that it made you wake up with the acidic taste of him.

“I’m so close already, sweet girl. Keep working on me with that tongue of yours.” he cursed as his head got tossed back, fingers scratching at your scalp as he held you tighter, harder against him in the desperate way of his.

He was waking you up more with the way that he pulled at your hair, tight and fierce. His pleasure was taking over now and you could feel the way his cock was so hard, balls raising up as he got closer and closer.

The way he came in your mouth, the way his cum filled your mouth. He was forcing you to swallow around him as you filled your belly with a cup of warm midnight milk, to put you to sleep.

His cock was wet from your mouth as he tucked himself away, reaching for you to pull you onto the bed and letting you lay down, nuzzling against him.

“It’s bedtime for you angel. Close your eyes and sleep, little angel. “ he was rubbing your hair as you nodded, licking any trace of him from your lips and closing your eyes, knowing that you would sleep now.

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Motley Crue/The Dirt Fics

Nikki Sixx

-Animal in Me

Aria is a journalist for Rolling Stone magazine. She’s followed and hung out with countless bands. But what happens when she follows Motley Crue for one month for her latest piece? #series #ongoing #complicated relationship #ozzy osbourne

-Rebel Love Song

Nikki and Corey have been friends since they were kids. Back than Nikki Sixx was just simply Frankie to Corey. He was just the boy next door with a troubled past and a messed up present and future unknown. Corey was just the ideal girl next door, a girl Nikki couldn’t believe would actually give him the time of day. Things changed when Nikki took off without a goodbye or even a note. It would be years later before the two would be reunited. And when they are the girl next door isn’t exactly the girl next door anymore. Things happened and she’s changed. But will she still be the perfect girl in Nikki’s eyes or will she just be another girl in the crowd? #series #ongoing #childhood friends #friends to lovers

*-Afraid  Summary: You meet Sikki Nixx, but then you meet Nikki Sixx and your world is forever altered. #dad!nikki #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby #godfather!tommy #meet in rehab 

-Best Friends  Summary: Omg colson and Dougie getting close to Nikki’s teen daughter (in a big brother way) #the dirt cast #the dirt movie filming #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #brothers in all but blood #brother figure!douglas #brother figure!mgk/colson baker #protective

-Twins  Summary: Can I request a lil something that Nikki is dating a girl but she’s an identical twin and Nikki can never tell them apart? (Maybe a lil smut;) #twin!reader #messing with nikki #headcanon

-Support  Summary: can you do a Headcanon about Nikki’s daughter having a baby? #single mom!reader #grandpa!nikki #daughter!reader #baby #grandaby #headcanon

-Grounded  Summary: Headcanon for being Nikki’s teenage daughter today? & Headcanons for Nikki’s teen daughter being super close to “auntie Brit” and “Uncle Tom”?? #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #uncle!tommy #headcanon

-Tommy's Sister  Summary: Tommy’s sister getting with Nikki. #brother!tommy #sister!reader

-You.  Prompt:  “you’ve shown me what love can feel like.” 

-I'll Kick His Ass  When Izzy Stradlin assaults Vince Neil's wife Sharise, things heat up between the Crue and Guns N' Roses, especially since the reader is Axl Rose's ex girlfriend #brother!vince #sister!reader #guns n roses #violence against females from guns n roses #memories #protective!nikki #protective!vince #the dirt movie filming

*-Shellshock  Request:  1)Hey I saw you did a Nikki imagine that was based on a queen song ,, I was wondering if I could request that the reader is related to one of the members of queen and Nikki finds out and gets star struck 😂 sorry this is a weird request lol. 2)May I request a oneshot where reader is dating Nikki Sixx and she is best friends with Queen, especially Freddie, one day Queen makes a suprise visit? I am curious about the reactions of Motley Crue. I am rambling at this point but I would be really happy if you can write something like this🧡 #queen #crossover #queen x reader platonic #reader is queen's friend and introduces them to motley crue

-Being Ozzy Osbourne’s Daughter and Dating Nikki Sixx (Headcanon)  #headcanon # dad!ozzy #daughter!reader #secret relationship

-Nikki Meets His Child Who Was Born During The Tour  #headcanon #dad!nikki #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby

-The Love of a Brother  Description: Nikki is your older brother and he comforts you when the family past comes back to haunt you #brother!niki #sister!reader

-Protective  Can I request an imagine please with Nikki Sixx?? (been loving the dirt lately lol) i don’t a have personal preference on what it should be on. Maybe where you get hit on at a show and Nikki isn’t very happy and calls the dude out? #protective!nikki

-Headcanon for Being Nikki Sixx's Daughter  #headcanon #dad!nikki #daughter!reader

Tommy Lee

-Tommy Lee Dating Someone Who Loves Cats (Headcanon)  #headcanon

-Brother's Best Friend  Summary: Vince is your brother and he forces you to go to one of his shows. You catch Tommy’s eye and he offers to take you home when you start begging Vince to let you leave. You end up hanging with Tommy and end up liking him much more than just the drummer for your brother’s band. #brother!vince #sister!reader

-Drummer  #series #tommy lee x reader #brother!mick #sister!reader #marriage #jealosy 

-Little Drummer Boy  Description: “ I’d love to read a Dad!Tommy taking his and Reader’s kid shopping for their first little drum kit.” #dad!tommy #mom!reader #son #little drummer

-No More Secrets  Request:  can you do a fic where the reader is nikki’s sister and falls in love with tommy? nikki gets upset but everything works out in the end? thanks ✨ #brother!nikki #sister!reader #secret relationship  

-Daddy's Girl  Description: You and Tommy have a 3 year old, but you’re not together. The baby takes a liking to your new boyfriend and Tommy is jealous/hurt because he feels like he misses out on his daughter’s life. #Part 1 of 2 #dad!tommy #mom!reader#child  #angst with a happy ending 

-Headcannons for being Tommy's daughter?  #headcanon #dad!tommy #daughter!reader

-My Brother's in the Band  Summary: Your brother finds you in a compromising position with one of his bandmates #brother!mick #sister!reader

-Get a Room  You and tommy are best friends and you flirt constantly and everyone’s trying to get you two together lmao #series #part 1 of 6 #best friends to lovers  

-The No Fun Tour  SUMMARY // You’ve been working as a roadie for Motley Crue for a number of years because of your interest in the music business and family connections with Doc.  The boys are touring with Ozzy and things are looking promising for them, but if they mess up one more hotel room they’re in big trouble with Elektra Records. Doc has assigned you to watch Tommy for the night, and while the boys are like second family to you, you realize you may actually have more feelings for the drummer than you originally thought. #series #part 1 of 17 #roadie!reader #reader is motley crue's assistant #secret relationship

Vince Neil

-My Kinda Lover  song inspiration: My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier #fluff

-Newlyweds No More  #brother!mick #sister!reader #wedding night #cheating #car accident #agnst 

-Hold On Your Life  Reader is pregnant with Vince’s baby and they’ve been together for a couple of years and Vince is off on tour while she’s staying home and he accidentally overdoses and when he wakes up he’s just worried about his girl and his baby

-Dancer  Summary: You never thought that you would meet the love of your life in the strip club you worked at. #stripper!reader #single mom!reader #step dad!vince #child

-Vince Imagine                                                                                             #vince neil x reader

-The End or the Beginning  Could you please do a imagine where the reader is Razzle’s sister and has a friends with benefits relationship with Vince. The night of the car accident she was in the car with them and survived alongside Vince which leads them to get closer and end up admitting they have feelings for one another? #brother!razzle #sister!reader #angst #car accident 

-Drunk Confessions  Request: Your Tommy Lee’s sister and Vince falls in love with you #brother!tommy #sister!reader

-Me and You Plus Two  Description: You and Vince have twins #dad!vince #mom!reader #birth #twins #babies 

-A Girl  Summary: When Vince finds out he’s going to be having a little girl he doubts his ability to raise a young woman into adulthood. #dad!vince #mom!reader #pregnancy 

-Being Vince Neil’s Identical Twin Brother (Headcanon)  #headcanon #twin!vince

-Persephone  Description: Reader is a famous singer and has an innocent image but when she turns 18 the label wants to up her sex appeal so her and Vince’s record label have them fake date—the media nicknames them as Hollywood’s Hades and Persephone. #headcanon #singer!reader #fake relationship #becomes real

-Try                                                                                                       Description: Reader is Tommy’s sister and she’s best friends with Mick and falls for Vince and she’s really obvious about it but only Mick sees it and teases her about it #brother!tommy #sister!reader #best friend!mick 

-One Chance  Vince falling for a girl and her not realizing it, this one is for you! #cousin!mick #cousin!reader #oblivious!reader

-Lights  SUMMARY: A road trip for more booze doesn’t end well with a drunk Vince driving and Razzle and Y/N tagging along. #character death #car accident 

-Headcanon for Being Vince's daughter after Skylar  #headcanon #dad!vince #daughter!reader

*-Borrowing  #brother!tommy #sister!reader #continue the family name

-My Kinda Lover  Vince being shy around a girl, getting nervous and messing up a show when she’s there #before motley crue was a band

Mics.

-Trouble Summary: I’d like to request a Nikki Sixx, where the reader is a good friend of him, and just as crazy and they party a lot and she always comes up with stupid ideas such as throwing a tv out of the window, or lighting up mick’s room and they are all just crazy and do a lot of crazy and stupid things? So she is kind of a part of the Terror Twins? #terror twins plus one

-Preference #12 - Motley Meets The Baby  #mick mars x reader #dad!mick #mom!reader #nikki sixx x reader #dad!nikki #mom!reader #tommy lee x reader #dad!tommy #mom!reader #vince neil x reader #dad!vince #mom!reader #new baby

Douglas Booth

-Head-canons for Nikki’s daughter meeting Douglas Booth or MGK and being like O_O shit he’s hot 😂  #headcanon #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #the dirt movie filming

-Makeup Artist  Summary: Omg Nikki’s teen daughter helping with Dougie’s makeup for the movie #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #makeup artist!reader #the dirt movie filming

-Having a Baby with Douglas Booth (Headcanon)                           #headcanon #dad!douglas #mom!rader #pregnancy #baby

-It Just Sort of Happened (Douglas Booth Imagine)  #the dirt movie filming #dad!tommy #daughter!reader

Machine Gun Kelly/Colson Baker 

-Head-canons for Nikki’s daughter meeting Douglas Booth or MGK and being like O_O shit he’s hot 😂  #headcanon #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #the dirt movie filming

-Being Pete Davidson’s Sister and Dating Machine Gun Kelly (Headcanon) #headcanon #brother!pete #sister!reader

-Having a Baby with Machine Gun Kelly/Colson Baker (Headcanon)  #part 1 of 2 #headcanon #dad!mgk/colson #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby

-Being Roger Taylor’s Daughter and Dating Machine Gun Kelly (Headcanon)  #headcanon #queen #crossover #dad!roger taylor #daughter!reader #drummer!reader

Daniel Webber

-Winning  Summary: Can we have more on Nikki’s daughter and Daniel’s relationship? #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #the dirt movie filming 

-On Set  Summary: Being Nikki’s oldest daughter and dating Daniel Webber from the Dirt. While they’re filming but you come to see Nikki, Tommy, and when Mick and Vince was on set helping. #headcanon #the dirt movie filming #dad!nikki #daughter!reader #secret relationship

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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 23

23. everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks

Summary: Lola catches Roxie cheating on Tommy, and so takes back what's hers. Also Tommy's parents are there.

Warnings: NSFW, um angst ish i guess, also lola being manipulative. also this officially makes ‘but i don’t miss how we were before’ not canon compliant.

ragtag bunch of misfits: @starlalove @toofasttofallinlove  @xrosegoldwolfx @obsessivesky  @trpwthme @lovehelpmewrite @colsons-crue  @marvelismylifffe  @lilytalebi @glitterdreamsz  @freddiessmallnipples @crazysaladchopshop @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies @dramatique-moi @missqueeniewrites @calspixie  @aryssav @catsoo12  @sweetshutter @silvertonguedserpent  @shamelessobsessions @lavenderbones22  @keepcalm-and-beyou @scarecrowmax  @nicholeh7 @unknownoblivion

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Nothing any of these boys do will break her heart.

That's what Lola tells herself every day. Chants it like a mantra. Because it's not allowed to hurt. It's not allowed to be real.

They're not allowed to break her heart, because they can't. She won't let them.

They're allowed to fall in love and she's not going to care. Caring is nothing but a waste of time, especially when everyone she cares about will move on to - well, they can't move on to better things, she tells herself, a little smug and a little high, but they'll move on. So she's not allowed to get attached.

But she's lying.

Because when Nikki's not around, she feels it like a physical ache, whether she wants to or not. He's been there for so long it's like she's missing a limb. When Vince pulls her close, holds her tight, all she can think about is how they're delaying the inevitable, how he doesn't smile at her like he used to, how he'd rather be with Sharise; he doesn't say it out loud, but the insecurity won't leave her mind. And Tommy... he's so close but so, so far away. She'd loved that drummer from the moment she met him, just about, had been the first person she'd been able to admit that too, and he'd thrown it in her face in a moment of anger. She's terrified that if she touches him, feeling the way she feels, she'll burn him.

They don't even realise they're breaking her heart.

They don't think she has one, not really.

She's a toy they can fuck when they're bored, shiny and plastic with no heart to break.

So she tries to believe it.

Nothing these boys can do will break her heart.

But Tommy's parents are coming to a show, and Lola thinks she's going to scream.

"Lola!" When Doc ushers them into the lobby of the venue, and Lola's on her way to find the bar, she feels her heart stop in her chest at the bright greeting Tommy's father offers her, "it's so lovely to see you, and to see you're still with the band!"

"I'm really moving up in the world," she plasters on a smile and hears the words come out of her mouth, but doesn't really seem to register them.

"That's right, you two know Miss Gone," Doc's smiling amicably, like he and Lola weren't shouting at each other just half an hour ago, "she's the band's assistant manager now."

"Congratulations," Tommy's mother says with surprising fondness, a knowing gleam in her eyes as she pulls Lola in for a hug. When she steps back, she smiles, "Tommy always spoke so highly of you." Something about her tone, about that look, it has a lump forming in Lola's throat, and it's all she can do to smile and leave as fast as possible, tears pricking her eyes.

When she gets backstage, with a bottle of Jack in each hand and a dead-eyed stare, Nikki's busy with a groupie by the sound of it, Tommy's in the auditorium, loud and excited as he gives his parents the full tour, and so Lola sits in Vince's dressing room as he gets ready, the two of them taking a few bumps, drinking most of a bottle between them, and if she goes down on him, she does it because she's bored, not because she likes hearing the way he moans her name, his hands fisted in her hair.

There's a knock at the door followed by a moment of silence, in which Vince let's out a very strained 'just a minute' and Lola's trying not to laugh with his dick in her mouth. Doc's sigh is loud enough that they can both hear it through the door.

"Vince, Tommy's looking for you," he sounds so unbelievably beleaguered, and Lola won't even begin to process what he's saying, but she sits back on her heels so she can laugh, "and Lola?" Doc asks like he doesn't want her to actually be in there, to spare his weary existence from having to have confirmation of their activities.

"Uh-huh?" Lola half laughs in response anyways.

"We're starting sound checks soon, you're needed by the sound guys."

"Sounds like fun," she responds coyly, though she's pretty sure Doc's already moved on, not even waiting for her response.

It's not that he cares what she does with them, it's just that he's watched her spiral for the past few weeks, and knows that the more time she spends with the boys, the worse she gets.

Lola and Vince finish quickly, and Vince is zipping up his pants and heading out the door while Lola fixes her hair. Doc is back by the time she's happy with how she looks, knocking on Nikki's door. Lola's amusement sours considerably however, when the door opens, and Roxie scampers out, like a dog with it's tail between it's legs.

Blood running ice cold, Lola stopped where she had been walking behind Doc, her gaze locking with Nikki's.

"Tommy wants to introduce you to his parents," they both hear Doc say, though neither really registers it. Nikki smirks a little, like he's expecting her to be proud or amused, like fucking the girl who inadvertently hurt Lola was a joke, or payback somehow on Lola's behalf.

All it did was hurt.

Another person she loved, another person she cared about, had picked Roxie over her.

All it did was prove that Roxie didn't even care for Tommy, because Nikki wouldn't think it was as amusing as he clearly thought it was if it was a situation close to what he and Lola and the other two had. This was a secret. A terribly kept secret, but one that would hurt Tommy nonetheless.

Lola's expression turned cool, and she blinked slowly, apathy that barely concealed anger written all over her face. Without wasting another moment, she was walking to the stage.

She's supervising where one of the other roadies is running cords beneath the drum risers, arms crossed, expression dark and pensive, when Tommy walks in, brimming with enthusiasm.

"Check this out!" He announces, "Pyro coming out of those;" he points out a few of the pyrotechnic devices before making a beeline for the rocks by his drumrisers, making a show of struggling to lift them, before lifting them with ease, showing off that they're fake as his parents laugh along. "Ma, dad, you remember -" his voice catches in his throat as his eyes land on Lola, and she looks at him. It's the first time they've looked each other in the eyes since the start of the tour, and his expression falls. Lola's, curiously enough, softens, just a little, barely noticeably to anyone who's not paying close attention.

"Yes, we met dear Lola in the, uh," Tommy's mother struggles to find the word, missing the shift in mood from both her son and Lola, and his father quietly fills in 'lobby' for her, still smiling. Tommy turns to his mother, smiling, seeming to be relieved when Nikki and Doc step into view and he can change the subject quickly.

"And this is the Sixxter."

Nikki high fives him like he hadn't had his dick in Tommy's girlfriend only minutes before, and Lola's lip curls in quiet disgust. She's well aware she's a hypocrite, but she can't bring herself to care.

"It's so good to finally meet you," Tommy's mother hugs Nikki the way she'd hugged Lola, and Lola's pretty sure the confusion and slight discomfort that reads on Nikki's face had read on hers at the time. Or maybe he's feeling guilty about Tommy, but she doubts it.

Tommy's father shakes Nikki's hand, declares it a pleasure to meet him, and Nikki scowls as Doc offers to fly his family out to meet them all. Despite everything that's happened in the past five minutes, Nikki and Lola make eye contact, sharing a moment of solidarity as Nikki rolls his eyes, and Lola mimes shooting herself in the head, at the mere suggestion of family.

But then Tommy's brimming with excitement again, calling for Roxie to come meet his parents, and Nikki's trying to hide behind his hair.

"Mom, dad, this is Roxie. My fiance."

What.

That seems to be news to everyone, Nikki included, but Roxie's wearing a sharp smile as she offers her hand to Tommy's mother.

"Nice to meet you." Roxie sounds disinterested, and Lola wants to throw something.

"We're getting married!" Tommy announces with a grin, though his parents just seemed confused.

"What's the rush, Tom? Marriage is a big decision," his father sounds hesitant, though Tommy's not even a little bit concerned, his arm around Roxie's shoulders.

"Exactly! You proposed to mom the night you guys met and she didn't even speak English! That's love, dude!" He gave Roxie a squeeze and Nikki was already heading backstage, probably to drink away the memory of his astoundingly regrettable decision. "That's what I've always wanted! And that's what I've got," he gave a lovesick look to Roxie, and Lola was about to hurl herself into the orchestra pit when Tommy's mother turned, giving her a confused look. Lola just shrugged helplessly.

"So," his mother turned back with an unconvincing smile, "how did you and Tommy meet?" At this, Roxie does actually perk up.

"Well, I was actually hanging around this other band, but then, I met Tommy," she sighed in a good imitation of fondness, shrugging and smiling, "and it was totally meant to be."

"Oh, I know this word!" Tommy's mother smiles, glancing over her shoulder at Lola, who was trying to ignore the whole interaction and get on with her job. Looking back, muttering the equivalent in Greek before she finds it in English, there's a sharp look in her eyes, "groupie. Like Lola used to be, yes? Is that how they call you?"

Lola freezes upon hearing this, caught between wanting so desperately to laugh, and also knowing it would just ruin everything further.

Tommy's mother raises an eyebrow at Roxie, who casts a stony look at Tommy himself, and then to Lola, who was trying desperately to keep her poker face. When she storms off, Lola clears her throat in lieu of laughter, and heads off to the other side of the stage.

"Mom!" Tommy hisses, "not cool!"

"I don't understand, you say that word all the time like it's the best thing in the world!"

"Not the- I mean the groupie thing's not cool either, but the Lola thing - they're different -" Tommy groans, and his father frowns a little.

"We were under the impression that you and Lola were together -"

"Well we're not, dude, not anymore!" Tommy snaps, and without even meaning to, he catches sight of Lola, smiling to herself, coiling a cord and trying to keep busy, and his heart aches just a little. For the barest moment, she meets his gaze irritated gaze, and surprisingly, she gives a soft, somewhat apologetic smile.

Through the show, Lola's by his parent's side, smiling at him like she used to, and Roxie's on the other side of the stage, dancing, and occasionally scowling when she spots Lola. Roxie's distant that night, maybe it's out of guilt, maybe out of anger, but when Tommy's parents retire to their hotel for the night, and the band stays out partying, Roxie disappears.

"She's tired," Tommy informs them, and Lola nods sympathetically, pleased that already the plan she'd formulated after seeing Roxie leave Nikki's room would be put in to action.

All night Lola's by Tommy's side, smiling and laughing and drinking and snorting.

"Hey, dude, I-" at the start of the night, before even stepping foot into the bar, she'd pulled Tommy aside, "I'm really sorry about the past few weeks," she laughs a little self consciously, putting on an act of humility, "I've missed you like crazy."

"I've missed you too, Lols," he admits, wrapping her up in a hug that he knows his fiance won't see, since she'd already gone inside.

But to Lola? Oh, it felt like she could breathe freely again. Perhaps she'd missed him more than she'd like to let on; she was just trying to manipulate him, to get him back to her, to get back at Roxie, and Nikki to an extent, she hadn't meant to mean it.

So she's by his side all night, careful not to touch him, but to always be smiling, matching him drink for drink, line for line, smile for smile. The rest of the band disappears to their own debauched antics, but Lola and Tommy are side by side in a booth. Her knee touches his under the table while she's doing a line; it's the first contact she's consciously allowed. Tommy's hand automatically comes to rest on her thigh.

"I'm sorry," Lola says when she raises her head, and Tommy gives her a confused look, but doesn't move his hand. For a moment Lola considers telling him outright about Nikki and Roxie, but ultimately she knew she wouldn't benefit from it, "I'm sorry I called your girlfriend a bitch -"

"Fiance." Tommy corrected quietly, and Lola nodded.

"You were right," she told him with as much sincerity as she could muster, "I was jealous." Looking him in the eyes, she can see it when cracks start to appear in his booze soaked mind. She knew exactly how to pry them open, to get inside and get what she wanted. "I'm - I'm not like you, I don't know how to love properly, I'm not -"

"Lols..." Tommy tried to find the words, but he couldn't. Lola very deliberately moved out of his grip.

"But I wanted to, you know?" With a sad smile, she leaves so much unspoken that he can read into, in the way she's looking at him.

"I - Lols, you know I still love you, right?" The words fall from his lips, they hang in the air as if neither knows quite how to follow that declaration.

"You're not allowed to," Lola gently and deliberately cups his jaw with her hand, just as she had done a million times before.

"Fuck that, I'm allowed to do whatever I want! Dude, I've known you for like, four years, that's like, my whole adult life - me being with Roxie's not going to change the fact that I lo -"

"It should!" Lola told him, both hands holding his face, looking him in the eyes, "baby, you shouldn't have loved me then, and you shouldn't love me now! I'm not the sort of girl you bring home to your parents!" And it's the final nail in the coffin; she can see the cogs turning in his head because his parents do know her, they do like her, more than Roxie, and she's doing an incredible job of acting like she just wants the best for him, not that he knows it's an act. He'd been blinded by love, he tells himself, taking Roxie's side and trying to cut out Lola who'd he'd been so close to for so many years, throwing an actual friendship away for a woman who'd proposed to him while high, mumbling something later about wanting to 'lock him down'.

When he kisses Lola it's hard and insistent, and the old creature of jealousy that sits firm in her chest crows with triumph.

Mine.

"Fuck," he breathes against her lips, and Lola pulls back, stammers through an apology, but Tommy's shaking his head, grin on his lips, "no, I - fuck, I missed you." He's murmuring, before he pulls her close.

Lola takes very little convincing to go back to the hotel, back to her room where they won't be disturbed. Though she's always been adamant that she doesn't make a point of marking boys with bitchy, jealous-type girlfriends, which is exactly what Roxie is, Lola can't help herself.

Her teeth on his shoulder.

He's mine.

Her nails scraping down his back.

He's mine.

She pulls his hair like she knows he likes, just to hear him gasp, just to see him grin, and knows quietly that Roxie would never care to know him as well as she did.

When he wakes in the morning, it's with a confusing mix of guilt and elation, already late for breakfast with his parents and Roxie. Pulling on a shirt from Lola's suitcase that he recognizes as one of his, he's hit with a strange and sincere fondness, that despite everything that had happened, she still takes some small comfort in him.

And then he's frantically checking for hickeys.

"Don't worry," Lola says through a yawn, "I didn't leave any where anyone could see them," she chuckles, warm and sleepy, "or at all, honestly, but after breakfast, I suggest a good, long shower to get rid of your - sorry -" she adds, acting just a touch guilty, "scratches." She pauses, "you know, scrubbing hard and stuff."

Tommy gave her a small smile, but can't bring himself to say anything. Filled with both regret, and soft adoration, he can't find the words to fill the silence that stretches between them.

"I am sorry," Lola adds gently, playing at being sincere, despite how thoroughly pleased she really felt.

And finally, Tommy finds his voice.

"Don't be."

[vincess-princess]

ex malo bonum

behold, the dumpsterfire of a fic i’ve been obsessing over for the last week.

Fandom: Motley Crue Characters, pairings: demon!Nikki Sixx, demon!Tommy Lee, demon!Mick Mars, fallen angel!Vince Neil, Nikki/Vince, elements of Tommy/Vince and hints of Nikki/Tommy Rating: Explicit Warnings (please pay attention!!!): violence, non-con, drug use mention, alcohol mention, self-harm tendencies, suicide attempts, murder Summary: Vince thought he knew where fallen angels go and what they become. But he never expected to go through something like that. A/N: I’m not religious at all and my entire knowledge of Christian canon comes from Jesus Christ Superstar and Bulgakov’s Master and Margarita. I was making up lore on the go and I dare assume almost all of it is completely wrong. If you’re offended by this, please don’t proceed!

As always, huge thanks to @polska-tankietka for editing this, love ya!

Chapter 1.

Word count: 2677

Warnings (for this particular chapter): violence, suicide attempts mention, alcohol mention, drug use mention

“Did it hurt?”

“What?” Vince blinked and looked up from his shot of whiskey. He was already on his fifth, but was only slightly tipsy (must have something to do with the quick regeneration thing). The shitty bar where he was drinking himself into oblivion was dimly lit, and he had to squint to make out the face of a stranger standing behind his shoulder. The stranger’s voice was pleasant, but there was something… unsettling in it. Off-putting. Hostile.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” he repeated smugly. His hand crawled onto Vince’s shoulder and clutched it. A hot, blinding spike of something that felt like electric shock went down Vince’s spine, and everything became so clear he wondered how in the world he hadn’t seen it coming. In his defense, they were faster than he thought.

“It did,” Vince raised his head and looked the demon straight in the eyes, curving his lips in disgust. “A lot.”

The first was a car, a truck going down a busy highway with a very convenient pedestrian bridge over it. Vince figured out the right moment and jumped, his white Heaven robes flapping like wings behind his back. When he woke up they were no longer white, but a dark red, the color he would have assumed to be his blood if he had found a single injury on his body. But there hadn’t been any.

He had to change his clothes after that, partly escaping humans too curious for their own good, partly no longer wanting to be reminded of what he had had and what he had lost.

“Drowning your sorrows in whisky, huh?” The demon pulled up a chair and plopped down on it, his hand sliding from Vince’s shoulder down onto his arm and staying there, grazing over the skin with his claws occasionally, oh so carefully. Vince didn’t pull his arm away from the grip, although every fiber of his being protested to the touch. He could reach that one pocket of his jacket with another hand just as easily. “If I were you, I would celebrate.”

“You aren’t me,” Vince retorted indifferently, turning away from the demon and focusing on his almost empty glass.

“Not yet, sweetie.” The demon grasped Vince’s chin with his fingers and turned his head back to face him. Vince shook his fingers off his chin with clear revulsion. “What a pretty thing you are. You know that? Have you already come across the human concept of beauty?”

“No,” Vince said listlessly. He couldn’t care less about the small talk, but the demon’s intentions still weren’t clear to him and asking directly felt weirdly untimely.

“You will,” the demon promised, moving closer to Vince, almost breathing into his ear, and Vince couldn’t help casting a quick look over him. Despite the lack of light, the demon’s eyes looked unnaturally green. “They’re completely obsessed over it. Starving themselves to death, wasting their entire salaries on beauty products, painting their faces until they are unrecognizable, squeezing their bodies into uncomfortable clothes. It’s so much fun. How did you manage to get such a good-looking body, though? All the angels I met looked like middle-aged accountants at best. Heaven is really obsessed over its employees’ purity.”

“Random distribution,” Vince murmured and downed his shot. The demon waved to the barista and showed him two fingers. A few moments later two shots of whisky were sent their way.

The second time, it was the height. Vince stood atop a twenty-story building and looked down at the busy street beneath, and everything was so little and insignificant. He didn’t have his wings anymore, but he could feel the rapture of flying one more time.

Vince woke up in the hole on the pavement the shape of which resembled that of his body. He had only a few scratches and not a single bone broken. He kept touching those scratches for the next hour until they healed.

Last time there were no injuries. Progress.

“I’m paying, baby.” The demon pulled a wallet out of the pocket of his leather jacket and slid two dollar-bills the barista’s way. “Enjoy your downfall. Did you already get the concept of money? Those humans turned pieces of metal and paper into their literal gods. They’re ready to die for it. How many of them, you think, are ready to die for an actual God, like real Jesus Christ, nowadays?”

His name out of the mouth of this despicable creature was like a string snapping in Vince’s chest, badly cutting his insides. “Don’t you dare speak His name,” he hissed, jerking his arm away from the demon’s grasp and moving his chair farther down the bar counter. If his gaze could kill, the demon’s body would already have been sprawled on the floor under the counter.

“Or what?” the demon stretched out his hand and wrapped his fingers around Vince’s elbow again, dragging him back in place. The chair legs gritted across the floor loudly, and Vince felt like all the eyes in the bar were on them now. The demon’s claws, painted in chipped black nail polish, were digging deep into his skin, but this time Vince didn’t try to wrestle away from his grip. This creature isn’t worthy of your anger, he reminded himself. “You’ll tell him and he’ll punish me? Funny. He no longer needs you, honey. That’s why he got rid of you. Threw you out like a toy he got fed up with.”

“Shut up,” Vince bit his lip and looked away. Every word slashed his soul like a sword, leaving deep, bleeding, unhealable cuts. “Stop that. Just-“ too early, a warning flashed across his mind, but he shook it off. The demon was clearly mocking him, and Vince wasn’t going to put up with that. “just tell me what you want from me.”

The third time, there were drugs. He tried regular pills from the pharmacy first - he heard they can cause death when consumed in excessive amounts. He woke up in the public toilet of some fast-food restaurant, in the puddle of his own vomit, with people banging on the door and shouting. Then there were other drugs, which people buy not in clean, white pharmacies with smiling women in doctor’s robes, but in dark alleys and night clubs. People didn’t want to give it to Vince without money, and he could no longer use any of his previous powers, so getting them was one hell of a job. All of which was in vain, because Vince only got a short and sharp sting of pleasure across his body before descending into darkness, and then woke up, this time in a hospital, surrounded by dumbfounded doctors.

“Nothing much,” the demon smiled sweetly and almost gently tucked a stray golden lock behind Vince’s ear. The demon’s own hair was pitch-black and wild, framing the sides of his face and falling onto his forehead, but still not managing to hide the uncanny gleam in his eyes. “You’re a pretty little thing, and I like pretty little things. Let’s hook up, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Hook up?” Vince frowned, and the demon laughed sincerely.

“Sweet innocence. Don’t worry, you’ll learn. It won’t take long. You’ll enjoy it. It’s one of the things humans do all the time, to have fun or kids or both, or aiming for one and getting the other.”

Vince gave him a long, hard look, for the first time this evening. He foresaw that – well, not exactly that, but something of a kind – and the blade dipped in holy water was now warming in the pocket of his jacket, reacting to the demonic presence. Killing a demon was hard and usually disapproved of by the authorities – the privilege of killing belonged only to high-ranked angels, ones who could withstand the temptation of sin inevitably coming with it. It was even harder for a fallen angel devoid of the Lord’s blessing. But it was possible.

His human vessel was shorter and weaker than that of the demon. But he had the blade. He had the advantage.

“Checking me out, huh?” The demon traced his fingertips along Vince’s jawline. Vince didn’t flinch back. “I gotta say, I am extremely lucky with my current vessel. It gets me all the chicks.”

“My human form is male.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re pretty, you qualify. Blond too. Love blonds.” The demon grinned, his teeth slightly sharper than human’s, a little bit too many of them. Devil is in the details, Vince recalled.

“Why don’t you get any other human then? Why me?”

“Honey, what demon wouldn’t want to bang a freshly fallen angel? It’s not every day that we have visitors from up there. You reek of Heaven, blondie. There’s still a lot of it in you. I wanna know how it feels.”

The demon licked his lips, eyeing Vince up as though he wanted to eat him whole. Vince shuddered but didn’t look away. He wasn’t afraid of him, after all.

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna wait for you to come to terms with it. Don’t test my patience.”

“What if I refuse?” Vince carefully moved the untouched shot away, barely brushing the glass with the tip of a finger. The demon didn’t comment on it, but his gaze lingered on the rejected whisky a little longer than necessary.

“Then there will be a very loud and unpleasant scene that will surely feature in every newspaper by the end of the day. I feel like you still don’t fully understand,” the demon leaned closer to Vince and almost whispered in his ear, “I will get you anyway. You can only choose how, by force or by your own will.”

Vince closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to grip the handle of the blade through the jacket. He knew, of course, that demons couldn’t be trusted with a conversation, let alone an agreement. He shouldn’t have answered him in the first place. On the other hand, in this case. the demon wouldn’t have left him alone and would have forced him to answer. He couldn’t get rid of him with God’s power – he was no longer able to use it, neither could he deal with him with the help of simple, brutal force. Because he, as any angel, was against violence in general, not because the demon was half a head taller than him and had claws and sharp teeth.

Maybe it was better to just submit. Maybe the demon would be too distracted during this “hook-up”, whatever he was going to do to him, and wouldn’t notice Vince pulling out the blade. Maybe.

Submit and just let him do whatever he wants? something whispered quietly to him inside his head, something the invisible presence of which Vince could feel but only now got to hear. So you would let the forces of evil run amok because you’re not supposed to beat them?

Yes, Vince cut the something off and turned to the demon.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “It won’t take long, will it?”

“It will take as much as I need, angel, and by the end you will beg for more,” the demon promised complacently and pulled him up from the chair. “Come on. My car is in the parking lot.”

“Isn’t that kinda… uncomfortable?” Vince raised his eyebrow, for a second actually trying to imagine two whole people trying to find enough room on the backseat.

The demon burst into laughter, but the grip on Vince’s arm remained tight. “That’s the point, baby! Quick and dirty, exactly what you angels deserve. Come on.” He headed to the door, dragging Vince along.

Once they were outside, Vince lingered a little to inhale crisp, fresh night air - most of the Earth smells were still new to him, and some of them were quite pleasant. The demon interpreted it differently.

“Nervous? Don’t worry, all virgins are. You at least will probably be the first fallen angel to get rid of his virginity so quickly. Some never even get to experience it.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re ugly as hell, haven’t you heard me? I’m telling you,” he turned to Vince and poked him in the chest, “I’m telling you, this vessel is gonna be your best asset on this Earth. Everyone likes beautiful people. It’ll make your life down here easier. Actor, singer, model, hooker – choose whatever you want. Oh, here’s my car.” The demon pointed at a black, relatively small car in the farthest slot of the parking lot. “Seems small, but I can assure you, it fits our needs perfectly.”

“Your needs.”

“Eh, stop playing Virgin Mary. Mary Magdalene had a much better time before Jesus showed up. The girl was going places.” The demon grinned at the sight of indignation on Vince’s face. They approached the car, but instead of opening the door the demon backed Vince up against it, grabbed his collar and pulled him into a sloppy kiss.

Vince didn’t get to know what it felt like. A belt wrapped around his throat and yanked his body backward, hitting his back against the car roof and pinning him down to it. Vince’s hands flew up to the belt, scratching on it in a fruitless attempt to loosen it, but the assaulter was strong, stronger than him. And a demon as well, because the mere touch of his hands sent another spike of hot, buzzing electricity down Vince’s spine.

“Hold him!” The demon who brought him here tried to grab his wrists, got a kick in the stomach and had to take a second to drag himself off the ground. The second time he tried to grab him Vince was prepared.

The demon gasped and recoiled, his hands jerking up to his chest where the blade was now buried, barely audible sizzling coming out from the wound. The one behind Vince’s back almost rushed to help him, loosening his grip, but was stopped by a fierce glare of then-green eyes, now a solid black. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of Vince’s hair and banged his head on the car roof so hard it dented - the head or the roof, Vince didn’t really understand, because the world blurred in front of his eyes.

The next thing he remembered was lying on the cold pavement, hot blood dripping onto his eyes. A stray lock was hanging in front of his face, all smeared in blood as well. His hands were tied by the same belt that had been wrapped around his neck. Two demons stood above him, both black-haired and tall, their eyes now pitch-black, both radiating rage so intense it heated up the air around them.

“Fucking bitch,” the one from the bar spit out. “Who do you think you are to use this?” he raised the blade carefully by the handle. It was still covered in his blood, which oozed slowly from the cut in his chest and stained his shirt. Apart from that, it didn’t seem to cause much harm. “You’re no longer the warrior of God, blondie. You’re the same as us now. Wanna see?”

He kicked Vince in the side to roll him onto his back and then drove the blade right into his shoulder. Vince thought he knew what it would feel like: he had tried cutting himself before.

He didn’t expect it to burn, the same way it did in the demon’s flesh.

The demons didn’t even let him scream out his pain. They put something sticky on his mouth and threw him onto the backseat. The new, taller one, whose face Vince hadn’t managed to make out, got behind the wheel, and the green-eyed one sat at the back with Vince, his hand gripping his arm firmly, claws digging into his skin and leaving deep red marks.

Vince didn’t notice the pain. Tears streamed down his face silently while he was frantically, desperately searching for that connection he had always had deep inside his soul, the connection to Him.

He searched, and searched, and found nothing.

[the--blackdahlia]

The Hunters Chapter 1

Title: The Hunters Chapter 1

Summary: What happens when four idiots get together? Nikki's looking for his dad. Tommy's trying to get out of his mom's shadow. Vince is along for the ride. And Mick is just trying to keep them alive. Which is harder than it sounds when then Winchesters join the fray.

Warnings: Language, violence, m/m smut, canon divergence, character deaths (temporarily), wincest if you squint (may add more tags as I go)

AN: So, heads up that I have taken the Supernatural timeline and made it my bitch. Things are not going to be how they are on the show, and the Motley Crue history is getting turned on it's head. You'll see as we go. Fair warning, Motley Crue will not be a huge band in this fic, but it works out! This will be a Tommy x Nikki story.

Check out chapters 2 and 3 that are currently on my Patreon!

Seattle, Washington

February, 1961

Two-year-old Frank Carlton Serafino Feranna, Jr. sat on the floor, playing with his blocks. His grandmother Nona had just given him a huge container of Legos for his birthday/Christmas, and he couldn’t be happier. Well, actually, he could. If his mom and dad would stop fighting in the kitchen. At least, he thought it was his dad. She called him Frank too, but he wasn’t around a lot.

“Deana, you don’t understand,” Frank Feranna Sr. told her loudly.

“Then tell me Frank!” Deana screamed. “You come home in the middle of the night battered and bruised with blood on you, and then you leave before Frankie even knows you’re here! What are you doing?”

“I can’t tell you!” Frank screamed.

“Then get out!” Deana shot at him. “You just get out of my house!”

“Deana…”

“No Frank! Whatever it is you’re doing is more important than us obviously! So just get out!” Frankie heard the noise of boots across the floor. He looked up at his dad standing over him.

“Hey kid,” Frank crouched down in front of Frankie. “I gotta go for a little while, okay?”

“Daddy?” Frankie asked softly. Frank offered him a small smile.

“Give me your hand,” Frank told him. Frankie held out his hand and Frank put a small medallion in it, attached to a long, leather string.

“This will keep you safe from the monsters that I can’t keep away,” Frank told him. “You’re gonna do great things Frankie. I just want to keep you safe. You and your mother.” He kissed the top of his head. “Don’t lose that Frankie.” With that, he stood up and grabbed a bag from the small coat closet. He offered one last smile at his son before he walked out, heading to his truck where Frankie wasn’t allowed to touch the box in the back.

“Daddy!” Frankie got up and ran to the door, only to be stopped by Deana. “Daddy come back!”

“He doesn’t care about us Frankie,” Deana told him. “It’s just you and me now. Because your dad doesn’t love us anymore.”

That was the first time in a long series of times, Frankie knew his mother was wrong. He looked down at the amulet in his hand, then back up at the retreating form of his dad’s Chevy.

****

Los Angeles, California

April, 1974

Frankie had bounced around back and forth between his mother and his grandparents. His mom didn’t seem to care about what that did to him, but his grandparents did. When Nona took a stand against her daughter and told her that it was either he stay with them or grow up with her, Frankie really thought that Deana would give up and let him go.

Instead, she dragged him to Seattle, and at sixteen, he had enough of it. With a switchblade knife and a bag over his shoulder, Frankie made his way to LA to search for his dad, or find freedom, whichever came first. He played with the amulet around his neck as he tried to figure out what to do next. It wasn’t his first time on his own; Deana had left him alone plenty of times, but it was the first time he couldn’t just run to his grandparents when he got scared. He wanted to prove he could do this.

But he needed to track down Frank Sr. first.

He could hear Skynyrd playing from a Mustang just down the street from the payphone he was standing at. He had tried every single number that Deana had for Frank. And some he had dug up on his own. It was like the man had just vanished off the face of the earth. Not that he could blame him. In fact, he had gotten so fed up with the earth he had changed his name to something else; Nikki. A girl he knew, her ex had went by that name, and it just stuck with him. Nikki Sixx. It just rolled off the tongue, and no two fucking middle names.

And the bonus was, he didn’t have to listen to Deana’s shrill voice echo Frankie over and over again for the rest of her life.

“Fuck,” Nikki sighed as he hung up the phone and rested his head against the casing. The last he had heard of his dad, he was in California, Los Angeles, to be more precise. He was sure that he would find Frank hanging out around here with some skinny blond or something. But there was nothing at all. It was like no one had ever even heard of Frank Feranna before.

Nikki took the bottle of Jack he had scored and found himself a seat on a park bench. The area was getting dark, and Nikki really didn’t have anywhere to go. He had used the last of his money the night before, and he had burnt a few bridges along the way. Thankfully, it was LA, and rain was rare. He could probably sleep outside for the night and only have to worry about cops or something. He sat the bottle by him and leaned forward. How did he get himself in this mess. In West Hollywood with no place to go. A bottle of Jack for his liquid, and a paper ID because he lit the one that said Frank Feranna Jr on fire.

“Hey kid,” A voice said from the side. Nikki looked over at the man standing there. “Watchya doin’ out here? The strip ain’t no place for a kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Nikki told him, but the cracks in his voice were giving him away. The guy laughed and shook his head.

“You’re gonna come with me,” He told him. “You’re out here. Means no one is missing you. You shouldn’t be out here.”

“I’m fine,” Nikki told him, and he swore he heard the man growl. He looked up at him and noticed that his eyes did not look right. They looked like some sort of animal. “I’m just gonna…” Nikki took off running, thankful that he had a pair of Converse on. He was sure he had ran away from him until he felt himself being tackled into a dirty alleyway.

“Get off me!” Nikki kicked at the man. He heard it clearly this time. The growl. He looked up at the man who had him pinned and saw what almost resembled a man mixed with a dog. “Get off!”

Nikki was sure this was going to be the night he died as fangs and claws got ready to dig in, until suddenly the weight was off of him and a shot rang out, something that wasn’t unfamiliar in these parts. Nikki was sure he was dead as he squeezed his eyes closed and waited.

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[crue-sixx]

Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend

Title: Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend

Summary: The reader is a jewel thief who had to steal to survive but she can't quite kick the habit.

Note: Based on @crue-sixx head canons for Jewel Thief and Home Again.

Warnings: Swearing, theft, sexual references, implied assault in jail

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It was only the necessary items at first-food clothes, medicine when needed that you’d steal.  You have to survive somehow after your mother kicked you out at age 12 for being too rebellious and not following the teachings of the Bible.  She had called you a harlot and every other name she could think of that was synonymous with “promiscuous”.  You didn’t even cry or get mad when she tossed you out with nothing but the clothes on your back, you even felt relieved that you wouldn’t have to put up with her anymore.  You had hitchhiked from Chicago to wherever the wind took you, stealing some books to keep yourself educated to some extent. 

The problem was that you were good at it-so good you’d never get caught, not even once.  It was in your 19th year on this earth that you wanted to raise the stakes a bit.  You were tired of living in shelters and bridges, and you wanted a place to call base of operations where you could plan out heists and lay your head at night.  It didn’t have to be fancy you just needed a roof, a floor and four walls plus some shitty furniture.  You had stolen yourself a book on tools you’d need for bigger jobs and you were pleasantly surprised when you found that you could find all of them at any hardware store.  Of course you’d have to hit different stores for each item you needed so you wouldn’t be seen as suspicious. 

You collected your tools of the trade and went to scope out a jewelry store.  You glanced up towards the ceiling and saw some security cameras-nothing too fancy or sophisticated but you’d still need to black them out with spray paint when you snuck in later that night.  You saw a lot of hot items, but you needed to pick and choose wisely.  You cruised by the rings and necklaces, appearing not to be particularly impressed by any of them.  But in reality you were looking for ones you could easily steal, and declined service when a salesperson asked if you needed any help.  “No, just looking” you smiled at them “Window shopping”.  They understood and thanked you for walking in, wishing you to have a good day and please come back. 

That night you wore all black biking gear, including a helmet that masked your face-more of your stolen merchandise.   Your lock picking tool worked like a charm, as did your glass cutting tool.  The mini-plunger lifted the glass up to give you easier access to your treasures.  Your mouth watered as you felt the rings in your hands.  You shook off the feeling because you knew you had to get out in a few minutes, bagging over half the store and absconding to a shady pawn shop you knew of, but never went in-the rumors were that the owner never asked any questions as to how you came in possession of the items you were trying to pawn, and other rumors said that this guy wasn’t a snitch.  That he worked with rich bitches all the time, who bought his wares at three times the price he bought at. 

You walked in, the bell on the door giving a ring.  “You Elias?” you asked the sweaty, dirty pig behind the counter. 

“Who’s askin?” he grunted. 

“Sunshine Rainbow” you answered, the name you gave everyone who asked.  It wasn’t your real name of course, you only told that to those you trusted and you trusted nobody. 

  “What you got for me, sweetheart?” he smiled, the teeth all sorts of colors other than white.  You let ‘sweetheart’ slide as you dumped your haul onto the counter.  The man’s eyes widened as he inspected each one “These are brand spankin’ new!” 

“Yep” you said, belching and wiping your nose “Fresh out of the mine” he looked like he wanted to ask questions, but decided against it.  He did have a reputation to uphold after all, and he wouldn’t let anyone tarnish his ‘good’ name on the underground. 

“What do you want for it all?” 

“Everything you have in your till, and everything in your vault if you have it” you said, not breaking eye contact with him.  He contemplated the ups and downs for the whole situation and thought it would be worth it. 

“I have a more reputable business during the daytime.  I can sell this stuff for three times what I’m paying you” he took out all the bills in the till-only about $300 tops, but when he came back, he had two full bags of big bills.  Internally you were freaking out-you felt like you’d won the lottery!  On the outside you were cool as a cucumber and seemed unimpressed. 

“I suppose it’ll do for now” you picked up the bags and left.  He didn’t offer you a deal to sell your goods only to him, and even if he did you knew not to take such a deal.  ‘Cause he’d rat you out sooner or later to the cops or even feds.  So you took your winnings and boarded a bus to L.A. and got off across the way from the Whisky-A-Go-Go, the music going on inside shaking the building.  It sounded loud, rude and aggressive-just the way you liked it!  So you splurged on yourself this one time and bought a ticket to see the show. 

You were at the bar sipping a drink when a blonde woman plopped next to you and looked over.  A whistle came from her mouth but her voice was manly.  “Hot damn that’s a pretty ring you got on that pretty finger of yours girl!” 

You looked over to see that the blonde woman was indeed a rather feminine man, but still a man none the less.  You hadn’t realized that you were wearing a piece of your loot, a deep blue sapphire in a pure silver band.   You were kicking yourself for such a slip up, but you had to play it cool “Thanks, I got it for myself when my boyfriend dumped me.” 

“Aw shit honey I’m sorry” his face wrinkled in sympathy “Well if you need some place to forget all about him, my bed’s always open” he winked at you, and you took him up on his offer.  It had been a while since you had gotten some good dick and needed to relax a bit.  He grinned widely and took one of your bags “What do you have in here, bricks?!” he joked with you. 

“Isn’t a gentlemen not supposed to question a lady about her personal affects?” you joked back. 

He laughed so hard he snorted “I ain’t no gentlemen” and lead you to the apartment he shared with his friends, who just so happened to the band that was playing that night.  They all seemed pretty cool, even the grumpy old man was kind of nice to you.   

“Hey!” the drummer excitedly asked “What’s your name!  You’re smokin’ hot!” he was bouncing around like a kid in a candy store. 

“Sunshine Rainbow” you said, to which the rest of them raised an eyebrow “my parents were hippies” you explained, then they understood “Call me Sunny” you giggled. 

“Alright Sunny” the drummer said “I”m Tommy, blondie over there is Vince, the grumpy old dude is Mick and this dude right here” he put his arm around the other man’s shoulder “is Nikki.  My brother from another mother!” you all laughed, this little unit was like a family of sorts. 

“So what brings you all the way to L.A. from Chicago?” Nikki asked. 

“Just lookin’ for a place to live out on my own” you said “havin’ a hippie family is great an’ all but I want to strike out on my own” you raised your beer and they all clinked bottles with you in agreement. 

“I think one of the apartments in the building just opened up for rent” Mick said in his low, monotone voice “You can talk to the landlord tomorrow, though he’s a bit of an asshole” he warned. 

“That sounds great!  I’ll do that!” you thanked him profusely.  This shithole was the perfect place to lay low. 

Vince buried his face in your neck and groaned “If I remember right, we were supposed to have a little fun by ourselves, right?”   

“Then take me to your lair and have your way with me, Rockstar” you let him lead you to his room, unbeknownst to you he had motioned with his hand and mouthed the words ‘look in the bags’ to his friends. 

While you were in there rockin’ each other’s worlds, Nikki and Tommy went to inspect your bags.  Mick protested with “Hey now, that’s not cool!  What she has in there is her business!” 

“Oh lighten up Mick” Nikki scoffed “She might have some drugs in here or something!” 

Tommy laughed and said “Or we can just swipe a pair of her pant-” he stopped cold when he unzipped one bag.  He went slack jawed and closed the bag, unsure of what he just saw. 

“What is it T-Bone?” Nikki asked “It’s not a dead body is it?” he was half joking, but hoping that you didn’t bring that mess into their apartment. 

Tommy slowly unzipped the bag and showed him, whispering “she’s fuckin’ loaded!”  there was an unknown amount of large bills.  Even Mick was curious now and staring at the cash, unzipping the other one to show even more money. 

“What the fuck?”  Nikki asked, all three of them looking at Vince’s room where loud, animalistic noises were coming from. 

The next morning, you came out of Vince’s room wearing one of his shirts, the other three at the table awkwardly eating breakfast.  “There’s more on the counter if you wanna eat...” Mick offered. 

“Thanks” you said cheerfully, then winced in pain “if he normally that rough?” 

They couldn’t help but snicker and Nikki answered “Sometimes, but from the sounds of his snoring it seems like you gave him a run for his MONEY” he put unusual emphasis on ‘money’. 

Tommy caught on and added “Yeah, with moves like that you could make BANK!  I haven’t heard Vinny curse like that in a while!  You must fuck good!” 

“What the hell are you two babbling about?” you asked, totally confused. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ” Mick said, tired of beating around the bush “Where the fuck did you get all that money?!” 

You stopped eating and put the fork down.  Why did you make such a rookie mistake to leave your loot out in plain sight?  You should have gone to a cheap motel first and left them there!  You had no other choice than to say “Ask no more questions and I’ll give you one bag” they all stared at you in disbelief, but they had bills to pay and drugs to snort so they agreed to the offer.  As if none of that just happened you said happily “So when does the landlord come in today?” 

It took them a while to answer but Mick eventually said “At 10am...” 

You smiled and said “Thank you for your cooperation” and gave them all kisses on the cheek, picking up one of the bags and leaving the other as promised.  They didn’t know whether to be flattered or frightened.  So when you left and Vince heard the door close, he came out of his room, having overheard everything. 

“What the fuck was that about?” he asked, sticking his thumb in your direction. 

“Those bags were full of cash...” Nikki said, shaking “she gave us one and asked us not to question her about it anymore...” 

“You’re shittin’ me” Vince shook his head in disbelief and went to inspect the lone bag himself.  When he opened it, he too was in disbelief “Well I’ll be damned...” was all he could before he got his bearings “all this cash belongs to us now?” 

“That’s what she said” Tommy nodded.  “How do you think she got it?” 

“Looks like she knocked over the National Mint!” Vince suggested. 

“Or maybe she killed her parents to collect the insurance money!” Nikki added. 

“She could be a hit man for the mob!” Tommy was now freaking out “It’s probably blood money!” 

“Who cares how she got it?” Mick asked “I got child support to pay, our rent and all our other bills.  This should be enough to hold us over a few months” he narrowed his eyes at all of them “if you three don’t snort it all away...” 

They did have reservations taking the money, but they really needed it-$400,000 total and they split it equally.  Mick hid his share so well that sometimes even he forgot where it was, but he’d always find it in time when the child support came due.  You were now fully moved in, paid up for three months rent and the landlord gave you the eye but said nothing, as it wasn’t his business and he got paid.  You did have almost daily contact with them, and they seem to have eased up on the anxiousness and eventually acted like they completely forgot.  It wasn’t like you were going to kill them if they went snooping around  but you’d have a lot of explaining to do.  They were like mold-they grew on you.  You eventually learned all of their birthdays, and surprised each one of them with a very expensive piece of male oriented jewelry when their day came. 

They all seemed taken aback by such fine things, but they wore them anyways to be nice.  You were now working at a bookshop, making minimum wage.  You couldn’t work for those wages and still keep even that shitty apartment so you had to do a few jobs a month to stay afloat.  Sure you’d saved enough to practically buy the building if you wanted, but that would draw unwanted attention to yourself.  And you never stole from your neighbors:  It was like shitting where you ate.  It was disgusting and you didn’t do it just because it was a rule of thumb.  Shit, you even stole more than you needed to help the other tenants.  It seemed like you were becoming a modern-day Robin Hood. 

It was on your last job that you’d been caught-by Tommy no less.  You had just gotten the loot and ran away, only to bump into him.  You fell backward and your treasure had fallen out of the bag.  The rest of the guys came up to see the commotion and you scooped up your lot and put it back in the bag, looking sheepishly and ashamed.  “Is THIS what you’ve been doing?!” Tommy asked loudly. 

“Keep your damn voice down!  You’ll trigger the-” then a loud blaring alarm screeched in the area, scaring you all running back to the apartment complex. 

When you all were safely inside, Nikki pushed you against the wall and said “Sunny.  Explanation. Now.” 

You sighed and said “I’m a jewel thief.  I’ve stolen things most of my life to survive” you didn’t feel bad about stealing from the rich.  They had that shit insured so if it did get stolen they’d still get their money. 

“That don’t make it right” he said “You need to stop stealing shit, or it’ll get you in big trouble one day!” he was now almost shaking with rage. 

Vince put a hand on his shoulder and said “Hey Nikki calm down...you’re scarin’ her...” Nikki took a moment to look at you and Vince was right-you were scared that they might hurt you.  He released his grip, almost crying at the red marks he’d left that would turn into bruises. 

“Take a deep breath Sunny and tell us everything” Mick said in a concerned fatherly tone.  So you did-about your mom throwing you out at 12, you having to live in shelters or under bridges and that you stole small stuff to stay alive.  Then it became for the adrenaline rush when you had a consistent roof over your head.  You had recently gotten more hours and a promotion at the bookstore so you were making a little more than you needed to make rent and buy some things you needed. 

“Are you gonna turn me in?” you asked, giving your best innocent doe eyes. 

“No” Nikki said “As long as you stop stealing and act like a normal person” he extended his arm for a handshake. 

“As long as you guys stop doing as much coke” you added as you smirked.  

“Hey” Vince said in a stern tone “Us doing drugs is merely for recreation.  We can stop anytime we want to” both Nikki and Tommy agreed, all three of them a little offended by the comment. 

“If that’s the case then so can I” she took Nikki’s hand “Then we got a deal.” Mick just sighed, knowing how this song and dance goes all too well. 

All of you had your little slip ups-your second nature kicking in when you walked past an open-air market, a small trinket would end up missing from a vendor.  Whichever man was with you looked at you in comic disbelief when you denied taking said trinket, then chuckling to himself as you produced what it was that you stole and put it back on the vender’s table.  Overtime you had weaned yourself off your habit; Tommy, Nikki and Vince making an effort to slow down on their drug use. 

Then, the mother of all jewels came to town and you just had to look at it.  The Tiffany Diamond would be on display at the Metropolitan Museum for a few days only.  You just wanted to see it for yourself and you made Vince come with you.  When you two saw the brilliant yellow diamond, you had to make it yours.  Vince saw the look in your eyes and dragged you away with “Oh no Missy.  I know that look!” he had to be a little more forceful to get you away from the thing you desired “You’ve been doing so good!  I’m so fuckin’ proud of you babe!”  

“Alright, alright” you assured him “I was just lookin’” you pulled him in for a kiss, the two of you had been fucking for a few months, the sex was like a replacement behavior for the stealing.  You weren’t exactly a couple-you really didn’t care who Vince gave his cock to and he didn’t care who you let fuck you.  But it was always the best with him, he knew what the fuck he was doing while other dudes just wanted their satisfaction met and you out the door.  “I think I need and appointment with Dr. Feelgood.  Is he in?” 

“He’s always in baby!” he pulled you to the nearest alley to administer the latest dosage of dick. 

Later, after dark had come and they were partying at their place, you put on your thief gear and assured yourself “One last time, then I’m done for good!”  When you got to the museum, you were quiet as a mouse, slipping in and out of the rooms like a shadow.  You saw the yellow diamond in it’s case and the light hitting it just right.  The rush you felt made your mouth water and palms sweat, you had cut the glass and had taken it out of the holder.  Then, an alarm sounded. 

You were such a fucking idiot.  The display was pressure sensitive, the moment you lifted it up from the holder you triggered the alarm.  You were surrounded in less than ten seconds and cuffed and being led to the office where the owner of the diamond was called and asked if he wanted to press charges.  He did and you were taken to holding for a day, then your half-hour trial where you plead guilty on the promise of a reduced sentence in exchange for information about all the stolen jewelry you sold and who you sold it to in L.A.  You were given four months in a minimum security federal prison.  You deserved this, they told you to stop but didn’t listen. 

After your four months were up, the prison transport dropped you off in front of the apartment.  You didn’t want to even look at another piece of jewelry, if it meant going back to that hell hole.  You had witnessed and been subjected to unspeakable horrors while you were in there.  Nobody visited you, but you didn’t blame them-they probably didn’t know.  You didn’t make your one phone call.  You were too ashamed to admit you did the one thing you promised you wouldn’t do.  You just wanted to go home, but first you wanted to see your friends.  You had fresh and healing scars on your body, the most recent from an attempted stabbing to your heart, thankfully it only grazed the skin. 

You knocked on the window and Nikki looked over to see who it was.  You waved sleepily, while his whole face lit up and said “Hey shitheads! Sunny’s back!” you heard running footsteps and Tommy slung open the window to let you in. 

“Where you been?!” he hugged you tightly to him “We’ve been so worried about you!” 

Vince had come out of his room, another girl coming out behind him.  He saw you and tried to hug you too but you stopped him “Go shower blondie!” you ordered. 

“What?” he said sarcastically “I can’t hug my favorite fuck buddy?” 

“Not while you’re covered in some other bitch’s sex juices!  Shower! Now!” you tossed a towel in his direction. 

“Fine” he said laughing “not like you’re any cleaner!” he went and showered, came back in five minutes. 

You were all sitting at the table when Nikki asked “So where were you these past few months?  We had to threaten the landlord to not rent out your unit!” 

You looked at them all long and tired before you spoke “Federal Prison” the jovial mood dropped completely. 

Vince took a while to put the timeline together and scolded “Sunny you didn’t...” 

“I tried” you admitted “and failed.  Horribly” you took a swig of beer. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you call us?!” Tommy got up “We would have visited you!” 

“I was too ashamed of myself” you half expected Mick to chime in with ‘as you should be’, but he didn’t say anything.  You really didn’t care if they kept up their end of the deal, you didn’t expect them to.  And from the multiple bloody tissues around the apartment you were right. 

They had all noticed your new scars on your face, arms and hands but knew better than to mention them.  “Fuck...” was all Nikki could say. 

You were tired and just wanted your bed.  Vince tagged along and followed you there “Vince, I just got out of jail.  I’m tired.  I don’t want to fuck” he took your hand and interlaced the fingers. 

“I don’t wanna fuck either” he bought your hand to his lips “I just wanna hold you” the look in his eyes was sincere. 

“Alright” you relented.  When you both got under the covers, he stroked your hair like a lover would. 

“What happened in-” 

“Please don’t ask about it” you cut him off.  Maybe you’d tell him one day, but not anytime soon. 

“Okay, Sunny” he said, taking in your scent. 

“Y/N” you corrected him. 

“What?” he looked at you in confusion. 

“Y/N.  Sunshine Rainbow is a name I give to people who I don’t trust” you laid your head on his chest. 

He wasn’t even mad, given your history that you’d told them.  He even understood to an extent.  He ran his finger over the scars on your arm.  “When you get better” he said “I’m gonna kiss every single mark on you and make it better.” 

You looked up at him and said “You better make the next session last longer then.  There’s more scars on me than you can see” he started to tear up at that. 

“I promise baby.  I’ll take my time and make sure all of you gets my attention” you didn’t last after that, cuddling into him like a needy child.  You were sound asleep in his arms.  “Sweet dreams, Y/N” kissing your forehead and falling asleep himself. 

[pavlikovskaya]

uffff a hard one. tagged by @boryapavlikovskys! who always bring me back into the tag game, ily 😌🖤

hardcover or paperback / rent or buy / reads in silence or reads with music / standalone or series / annotations or pristine pages / e-book or physical copy / dog ears or bookmarks / mismatched series or complete set / cover matters or you don’t judge / lend books or keep them to yourself / enjoys lit classes or despises them / browses shops or orders online / reads reviews or goes in blind / unreturned books or clean library record / rereads or once was enough / fanfic enthusiast or a stickler for canon / deep reader or easily distracted / must read the book before seeing the movie or order doesn’t matter / neat bookshelves or messy bookshelves / skips ahead or resists temptation (tries to) / reads aloud or in your head / guesses plot twists or never sees them coming

this was my favourite one so far, i think. thank you, jenn! i am aware i cheated, i always do, so oh well. i tag @kitsybarbour and @pavlikovskynights andddd @nikki-sixx-suxx-dixx

[unknownperson246]

Motley Crue

[unknownperson246]

Daddy Wants You Slut Chapter 9: Bundle Of Joy

words: 528

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *fluff* *cussing* *mentions of drugs*

You are now 9 months pregnant. Nikki canceled 11 more concerts to take care of you. Nikki is now feeling a lot better ever since he quit drugs. He has been clean for 2 months. Nikki has to go back on tour with Motley again. He brings you along again. It's almost time for Nikki to go on stage now.

“Good luck, babe. Break a leg, honey,” you say, smiling as he walks onto the stage.

You watch the concert on the TV backstage. You watch your boyfriend shred his bass to “Shout as the Devil”. After they're done playing Shout at the Devil Nikki grabs the Microphone from Vince.

“My lovely girlfriend and I have an announcement to make” It was very unexpected.

Nikki grabs you from backstage and pulls you on stage. 

The crowd starts to cheer when they see you.

“We are having a baby,” Nikki says, smiling proudly.

The crowd gets even louder. After Nikki is done making the announcement he escorts you backstage. 

“Nikki that was sweet,” You say smiling.

“I love you Y/N,” Nikki says, coming closer to your lips.

“I love you too Nikki,” You say chuckling. 

You and Nikki start to kiss and then things start to get heated up. You guys remove your clothes.

“Wait Nikki you have to get back to perform the concert,” You say.

“Fuck the concert all I need is you Y/N” Nikki hisses in your ear.

“All fours,” Nikki says.

You get on your hands and knees. Nikki puts his cock at your pussy. He keeps going faster and faster. You both hear liquid trickle on the floor.

“Shit, my water broke” You cry out.

Nikki grabs a cloth and cleans his cock from your water.

Nikki puts all of his clothes on. You struggle to put your clothes on but Nikki helps you. You get up and start to panic

“It hurts” You sob.

“It's going to be okay babe,” Nikki says as he holds your hands.

After a couple of hours, you feel your contractions getting closer. Nikki rushes you to the hospital. After a couple of minutes, you're in the hospital room in a hospital gown. The nurses have connected you to a bunch of wires. 

 “Nikki, it hurts” You sob.

After 18 hours of hard labor, you give birth to your son. 

“He is finally here” You cry out.

The doctor hands him to you.

“He is 9 pounds and 3 ounces.” The nurse tells you.

Your son is sobbing and crying when he is handed to you but as soon as he feels your touch he calms down.

“What are you going to name him?” the doctor asks.

“His name is Thomas Vincent Robert Sixx,” Nikki says smiling. 

“Can I hold him?” Nikki asks.

You hand Thomas to Nikki. Nikki holds him gently. Nikki starts to rock Thomas. 

“Hi Thomas I'm your dad,”  Nikki says gently smiling at his son.

Nikki takes care of Thomas while you're exhausted from labor and giving birth. You eventually go home with Nikki and your son. Nikki is so gentle and caring with Thomas. He is always taking care of him. 

[unknownperson246]

Daddy Wants You Slut chapter 5: Nightmare On The Road

words: 636

warnings: *fluff* *alcohol* *pregnancy* *nightmare*

It's been a couple of weeks since the concert in Nevada. You are now in Idaho.  You are laying in bed feeling achy. Nikki is getting ready to take you to the doctor for an update on his baby. Nikki makes you go to the doctor with him every 3 weeks whenever you guys are in another state because he wants to make sure you and the baby are doing fine. You guys drive down to the doctor's office. He holds your hand. You explain to the doctor that you're pregnant and want to check on the baby. The doctor takes you to a room with Nikki.

“So are you guys from around here?” the doctor asks you.

“No” Nikki responds.

“I could tell,” the doctor says.

The doctor snaps his gloves on and lifts your shirt. He smears the clear gel on your lower belly. He takes the wand and carefully moves it around. You look over to the monitor in awe as you can see your baby. You can hear the rhythm of its heartbeat. 

“The baby is healthy for how big it is” The doctor explains.

The doctor hands you a napkin and you start to wipe the gel clean from your belly. You put your shirt back down. 

“Okay, you guys should be good to go.” The doctor says.

You and Nikki start to walk out of the doctor's room and head back to the rental car. You guys head back to the hotel in Idaho. You find Vince Tommy and Mick in your guy’s hotel room. 

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask them.

“We wanted to hang out with you guys,” Tommy says.

“Do you guys have any booze?” you ask Tommy. 

“Y/N I don’t think it's good for you to drink when you're pregnant,” Vince says.

“I only want a sip. I miss the taste of wine” You say looking at Mick and his wine bottle.

“Y/N you can't drink not right now,” Mick says.

“Just one sip right, nothing more?” Vince asks you.

“Never mind I don’t want to risk anything,” You say to Vince.

“I'm so tired right now” you yawn.

You go over to the bed and fall asleep quickly. Nikki, Vince, Tommy, and Mick talk in a whisper so you don't wake up. You fall asleep and have a horrible nightmare. You start to twist and turn in your sleep.

“No please no” You mutter and sob.

“No don't do this please don't do this to my baby” you cry out as you protect your belly.

All of them look at you in concern. Nikki comes up to you and shakes you awake.

“Hey wake up babe,” Nikki says as he shakes your shoulder.

“Nikki they hurt my baby” You sob.

“Hey it's okay it's okay,” Nikki says softly as he brings you into his chest.

“Who hurt our baby?” Nikki asks.

“There were men in dark-colored clothing. It was like a horror movie. It was a terrible nightmare” You say trying not to cry.

“Y/N it was just a nightmare it wasn't real” Nikki whispers in your ear.

“I know but what if it becomes real?” you say petrified.

“It won't I'll make sure of that,” Nikki says reassuringly.

“We will make security tighter and make sure no harm comes to you or the baby,” Tommy says to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to help you calm down.

Vince and Mick start to agree. You get out of bed and join Mick and Vince on the couch. Tommy and Nikki follow you. Mick, Vince, and Tommy decide to leave to let you and Nikki rest. Nikki and you cozy up on the bed and take a nap. He protectively spoons you, holding you tight so you feel safe.

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Nikki Sixx Headcanons:

warnings: *NSFW* *daddy kink* *breeding kink* *oral sex* *spanking* *punishments involved* *rough sex* *voyeurism* *Jealous sex* *dirty talking* *masturbating*

REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A HEADCANON

What Nikki likes on his Women:

He really enjoys it when you wear dark-colored lingerie he isn't really into white because he thinks it's not alluring. He loves silky lingerie that is dark red black or red because he thinks they are sexy colors. He loves when everything matches: Bra,Underwear and lingerie. He prefers lace on you because its like a small sneak peak and he finds that exciting.

What Kinks he has:

He loves always being the dominant one. He isn't really into teasing you. He definitely has a breeding kink and loves the idea of women keeping his cum inside of them. He always makes you call him daddy and he would punish you by spanking you if you did not keep his cum inside. He does not like cuddling. He isn't a making-love type of guy with vanilla sex. He likes when is being rough with you. He likes car sex only when he is desperate and he can't wait to get home. He likes it in the room since there is more space. He is a more private guy when it comes to sex. He enjoys watching others while they have sex it turns him on and makes him want to do it with you. He has jealous sex and turns rough on you.

what positions he likes:

He doesn't care what position he or you are in as long as it feels good and it makes both of you have an orgasm. If you want to try a position with him he is open to anything and he likes trying new positions as long as it feels good. He is more the exploring type with sex positions.

personality type in the bedroom:

In the bedroom, he is a more rough and dominant type of guy he really loves it when you call him daddy and if you don't call him daddy and call him by his name or something else he will smack your ass as a way of correcting you and say "you know what to call me you dirty slut". He is the master of dirty talking he knows what to say to you to make you listen and to make you love sex more with him. If you say to stop and you don't want to do it he will listen to you and be patient he is very attentive to you and knows how your body reacts to his every touch. He knows what you like and he knows what he likes so you both incorporate ideas and try different things with each other.

What he likes:

He likes when you jerk off his dick.He likes master bating to a picture of you when you are not around.He has a different personality around you which he acts so careless and so childish but he is really desperate for you when you are not around.He is all fluff deep down.He wants kids and he would try to talk to you about kids and he talks to you about how he wants them and you guys talk about how it is not the right time yet but he definitely wants kids with you.

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Why Didn’t You Tell Me? Chapter 3: Mom and Dad

Words: 790

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *rehab* *mentions of drugs* *mentions of alcohol* *pregnancy*

“Okay, Mrs. Sixx please take your shoes off and step on the weight scale after this we are going to check your height and draw a bit of blood.” Dr.Kelly says.

You take off your shoes and you step onto the scale. 

“112 pounds is not good,” Dr.Kelly says. 

The nurse records it with her gel pen on the paper attached to her clipboard.

“Okay now step here for me we will check your height”

“5 '9,” Dr.Kelly says.

“Okay, so your weight is not good, especially for your baby. You should be around 130-150 pounds right now.”

“Can I ask what types of drugs you used to use?” Dr.Kelly asks professionally.

“I used to use anything I had around the house. But heroin and cocaine mainly. I also drank a lot of Vodka and Wine” you say embarrassed.

The nurse continued to jot down notes on the paper attached to the clipboard.

“Okay, we need to draw your blood now so we can test if there is anything wrong. Okay, put your arm on the rest. ” She says.

She puts a blue band above your forearm. The doctor draws your blood. They put it in a vial and they take it with them.

“Okay, now we need to check on your baby. Mom and Dad, is that okay with you?.” The doctor and nurse smile at you and Nikki.

“Yes,” you and Nikki respond. 

The doctor asks you to lie down and lift your shirt. Dr.Kelly snaps her gloves on and puts the ultrasound gel on your lower belly which is starting to bulge. 

“The gel will feel cold.” She warns you.

The doctor starts to scan your belly. She gently moves the scanner around on your bump. You see your baby on the ultrasound monitor. 

“There it is Mom and Dad. Your  baby is tiny for three months but once you progress further and if it seems to be a problem we will have to induce labor early so we can take care of it  but they seem to be doing well in there.” 

You and Nikki watch your baby on the monitor in awe. The picture is black and white but you both still feel so connected to your little girl. Nikki feels so excited to have this baby with you. He feels so excited.

“Would you like to know the gender?” Dr.Kelly asks softly.

“We already know the gender,”  Nikki says.

 “Alright then. We are done.” Dr.Kelly says with a smile on her face.

The doctor reads the measurements of the baby out loud and the nurse puts them down on her clipboard. The doctor hands you a napkin to wipe the gel off. 

“Everything is fine and just remember to take care of yourself okay?” Dr.Kelly says.

“I'm going to prescribe you prenatal vitamins, read the instructions on the bottle and take them daily.” Dr.Kelly explains.

“Here is what your schedule may look like here,” Dr.Kelly says as she hands you a paper.

"Breakfast is at 7:00 am. Meditation is at 8:30 am. One-on-one therapy is at 10:00 am. There is a break between 11:30 am to 2:00 pm. Lunch is at noon. Exercising is at 3:00 pm. Group meetings are at 4:00 pm. Group therapy is from 6:00 pm to 7:30 pm. Dinner is at 8:00 pm. Bedtime is at 10:00 pm." Dr. Kelly verbally tells you your schedule.

“Do I have to follow this?” You say in concern.

“Yes you do,” Dr.Kelly says firmly. You start to whisper to Nikki

The doctor walks out of the room and you soon return to your room in the rehab facility.

 “I don't want to do this. I wanna go home” You whine.

“Y/N stop acting like a child you're on your way to having one. You need to do this for all three of us.” Nikki whispers firmly.

You hold your belly trying to connect with your baby. You decide to ignore the schedule and go to bed because you don't want to feel anything. After what feels like an eternity you fall asleep. Nikki hesitates but he puts his hand on your belly and he starts to talk to your baby.

“Hey honey. Your mom is going through a difficult time and I know it's taking a toll on you but please remember she loves you so much. The only reason she doesn't give up yet is because of you. She could have left a long time ago but she is here for us”  Nikki says softly.

“I need you to know that I love you my girl” Nikki says softly.

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Vince Neil head cannon nsfw

VINCE NEIL HEADCANONS

warnings: *NSFW* *kinks* *rope kink* *breeding kink* *sadism* *oral sex* *blow jobs* *rough p in v*

REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A HEADCANON

what Vince enjoys on his Women :

he likes seeing them in silky white bras and silky white panties that match with bras he likes the color white and just white because he finds it sexy he likes white silky garters on women’s thighs because he finds it sexy he loves slowly removing them from you because it allows him to be in the moment

What kinks Vince has:

Vince really likes to tie you up to the bed he LOVES BDSM kinks and he loves fingering you and making you cum before he even goes in you he LOVES dirty talking to you sometimes it’s harsh. He has angry and jealous sex with you and he makes it rough he is a sadist so he loves seeing you in pain. He probably has a breeding kink that is more hidden but he does indicate it to you sometimes by saying “take all my cum in your womb”

What positions he likes:

He loves it when you make him force your legs a part he’s a very jealous and angry guy so he will make it hurt.He will fuck you for hours and hours without getting tired he loves when you are on all fours because it’s easier to him judging by what he likes on twitter he loves sticking it in you.HE LOVES IT WHEN YOUR ON YOUR KNEES AND DESPERATE FOR HIM.

after care: he loves taking care of any pain you have after he fucks you he isn’t the sweet or all cuddly person but if you want to he will cuddle you and comfort you after you guys have sex.Vince is self centered and loves that he makes you feel pleasurable in all way possible when you guys have sex.

what he loves doing to you:

He loves kissing your neck and collarbones he will leave hickeys in a trail on your body from your neck all the way down to your v line.He will play with your tits he loves squeezing them enough to make them hurt very little though he doesn’t want to be to rough.He loves tying you on the bed rather then tying your hands together that way you can still move the lower part of your body when you guys have sex.

What types of sex he enjoys:

Vince thinks of sex as a sport he enjoys sex like it’s a sport and he will get aggressive like it’s a sport.He loves giving you oral when he’s up for it he is a rough sex type of guy vanilla sex doesn’t really go with him.He loves giving you orgasms he loves it when you make him feel good. HE WILL EAT YOUR PUSSY UP.He will lick your cum clean.He makes you get on your knees and give him a blow job. He will boast about having sex with you to Tommy and Nikki and Mick.