#older nikki sixx x reader

[teddypickerry]

Hey please can I request a Nikki Sixx x reader! Just a bit of jealous! Nikki, something along the lines of that there either at a music awards or some red carpet and the boys are off performing, and whilst waiting with the other s/os reader gets hit on by someone, and she plays into it, until the boys return and all hell breaks loose because no one flirts with Nikkis girl

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈’𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

pairings! 2000s nikki x younger gf

warnings! age gap couple (not specified age), i think that’s it

word count! 900

a/n! hi mfs. alive & thriving w another nikki fic. i didn’t specify his exact age or the readers. but it is hot 2000s nikki bc he is my bf (real). so. DEAL WITH ITTTT.

AS IF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP with a rockstar wasn't enough pressure from the public eye and his many (envious) female fans, music awards were pure stress. although your boyfriend, nikki, grew out of his phase of attending every spectacular event, you were still in attendance of a few of them. while nikki loved showing you off and having you there for support, you didn't quite enjoy it as much as you wished. although the thought of fangirling over your favorite musicians sufficed — you also had to deal with the overwhelming flood of hate directed at your relationship on social media the next morning.

it was always the same headlines. "nikki's downgraded to another twenty-year old" "y/n is hardly enough for a rockstar" "he's probably off cheating on her as per usual" or "i prefer nikki and his ex" it's just pure judgment of a relationship they haven't even witnessed. they don't see the love you share or how well the man treats you.

but the headlines truly didn't matter as much as supporting your boyfriend and his career, his passion. so, you found yourself sat at the rock 'n' roll hall of fame inductory evening. although mötley had yet to be awarded for their one of a kindness in the rock industry, they were still being honored tonight in the form of performing. which excited all four of them because whether or not they liked it, they would be performing infront of the most iconic and talented musicians. mick couldn't stop talking about jeff beck on the car ride over. he didn't want to fuck up in the god's presence.

but so far he'd done excellently during the beginning and chorus of 'kickstart my heart' which was a song having the crowd losing their shit. and quite honestly, so were you. you hadn't seen nikki perform too many times due to busy schedules and god was it hot. but as the hit came to the end, you noticed a man inching closer to you in his chair. he was only a few down from you but since the band was up on stage, they left you, their empty chairs, and tommy's girlfriend. you shot her an odd look as she glanced in the man's direction, shrugging it off. you decided to do the same until he filled your boyfriend's position beside you. which only made you ultimately uncomfortable.

"what's a beautiful girl like you doing here alone tonight? looking for eligible bachelors?" the man whispered towards you ear while the crowd roared in cheers for the notorious rock band. you simply rubbed your lips together without turning in his direction. your eyes locked on your boyfriend exiting the stage and heading backstage. "eligible bachelors?" you scoffed, simply annoyed with the toying of flirtation.

"yeah, some rich rocker... but you seem like a self-made typa woman," he quipped as his eyes travelled your tight fitting dress. your eyes finally caught a glimpse of him — recognizing him as some drummer in a rock band not so popular. but you knew him from your brother's crippling obsession with underground bands. "what does that even mean?"

"you've got a mouth on you..." he smirked while running a hand through his short dark hair as if he was all that. which only got on your nerves even more as you messed with your up-do, watching them announce commercial break upon the stage. but this guy wasn't letting go. "so are you an artist, producer, manager, a plus one, perhaps?"

"plus one." you responded with a glare as the man attempted to scoot closer to you. your thighs brushed for a moment before you shoved over to the next chair — visibly uncomfortable. "will you leave her alone?" tommy's girlfriend asked as she viewed the situation. the man furrowed his eyebrows before shooting a charming smile. "just making conversation."

you crossed your arms defensively as tommy's girlfriend shot you a sympathetic look. "so who're you with then, doll?" the drummer asked daringly. which only made you hold back an eye roll. "just saw him onstage."

"one of the old guys, cmon." he rolled his eyes as if it were nonsense. even though he couldn't be much younger than nikki himself. it was when nikki's death glare caught his attention that his eyes slightly widened. "old guys? will you get the fuck out of my chair before i deck you in the fucking face." sixx warned as the man stood up quickly and made his way towards the aisle and as far from the group as possible. slash laughed from the row behind. "jesus christ," you mumbled as nikki took a seat beside you. you scooted into him, back into your old seat. the rest of the band followed behind him and questioned the man practically drooling over you.

nikki wrapped an arm around you as you placed a kiss to his cheek. "thanks for saving me, rockstar." you whispered which made him smile slightly before going back to his 'hardcore rockstar' look. "yeah well, no one messes with nikki's girl."

"dumbass," tommy mumbled beside the in love nikki. all while the bassist was planning the ways he was going to fuck up the guy hitting on you after the show.

[marvelobsessed134]

Shades Of Cool

Requested: No, I’m just down bad for current!Vince

Warnings: daddy kink sorry not sorry, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, squirting, spitting, age gap (Vince is in his sixties and the reader is 23) and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any, I don’t proofread.

Pairings: Current!Vince x YoungerFem!Reader

Summary: You’re Vince’s girlfriend, despite the age gap between the two of you. And one day you get bored and decide to spice things up.

It was a sunny day in Nashville, Tennessee. You were sitting outside on the back patio in your favorite sundress and a large sun hat drinking lemonade while reading your favorite book. Vince has been in his study all day working on something you don’t even know what. That man can be so confusing sometimes.

You sighed and leaned back in the black iron chair. The birds were chirping and the small waterfall in the koi pond you had installed was all you could hear. You bit your lip thinking about how to cure your sudden boredom.

And idea popped in your head. A rather naughty one that could either get you in trouble or rewarded. You smirked and giggled get up, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You’re suddenly antsy now. You walked up the beautiful marble staircase and into your shared bedroom. You walked into the closet and opened your special drawer which is full of lingerie. Some you haven’t worn yet. You decided to go for a bubblegum pink lacy teddy. Pairing it with your fuzzy satin pink heels and curling your hair a bit, you walked towards the door of your boyfriend’s study.

Softly knocking on the door, you heard a “come in” and opened it slowly, peaking your head through it without showing your body.

The blonde looked up at you from his desk and smiled, “Hey, babydoll. What’s up?”

You love when he calls you that. Suddenly you’re feeling shy. Not as confident as you did when you first got the idea and put the outfit on. You blushed and slowly walked in, closing the door behind you.

Vince got a good look of your attire. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. His pretty little babydoll.

“God damn, honey. This all for me?” He asked.

You nodded, crossing your leg behind the other, nervously playing with the hem of the short nightie as you bashfully looked up at him. “Yeah, I was bored.” Your face was red hot right now and his lustful gaze didn’t help.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something for daddy.” His voice suddenly sounded. You quickly nodded and sped walked to him before getting on your knees and undoing his belt. His large cock sprang free after pulling down his boxers. You wrapped your hand around the base and put your mouth on the tip before lowering it, allow him to go deeper and deeper into your mouth. When his cock hit the back of your throat you gagged, and pulled him out of you.

“Don’t think you’re gonna stop there, sweetheart. Come on, suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Your pussy was drenched at his words and you slowly sunk your mouth back down his shaft. Vince moaned when you started to pick up the pace. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head feeling like the king of the world right now.

“Oh fuck yes. Such a good girl.” He groaned out.

You swirled your tongue around it as you sucked, once in awhile pushing down deep into your throat.

“I’m gonna cum, and you better swallow it.” Vince said and you nodded ever so slightly, his cock still in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down until you felt his load in your mouth, running down your throat. You groaned in pleasure as he moaned loudly. The singer pulled you off of him and helped you up, before pushing the papers of song lyrics off the desk and moving his laptop in a safer place, setting you on his desk.

Instinctively, you spread your legs.

Vince pulled off his shirt before kissing you again, grinding his bare cock against your damp panties. “Fuck Y/n.” He groaned. “Mmm daddy…” you whined.

“What do you need babygirl?” He asked, searching your lust filled eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He said before ripping the teddy off of you causing your gasp at the sound of the seams ripping. He pulled down your panties with his teeth before lining up against your wet pussy. Slowly pushing in, you both moaned. You gripped his shoulders as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck, baby.” All you could do was moan and throw your head back as he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot every time.

“Ahh, daddy…I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, looking into his eyes as tears streamed down your face. Vince believed you couldn’t look any more beautiful.

“Im right behind you baby.” He grunted, squeezing your tits and spitting on them. You clenched around him and came as soon as he did. He quickly pulled his dick out to see you squirt all over the desk and yourself mixed with his cum.

“Oh my god, fuck yes that’s so fucking hot.” He said, catching his breath.

The blonde gave you a sweet kiss before saying, “Come on, let’s take a shower. Round two?”

You giggled, “You know it, rockstar.”

[sweetheartedbylust]

“His baby ”

* 80’s *Nikki sixx x reader smut

💋

- includes : choking , fingering , creaming, degradation and praise , teasing . Slightly sadistic Nikki, and a unspecified age gap ~ Nikki is older than reader

You’ve been sat here for a while now, your boyfriend had just came back from a show and since you had asked him to fulfill your needs, he did

A lot more than you expected.

“ you like that , don’t you sweetheart” he cooed as his fingers continued there assault inside you , him finding the places that would make you scream.

“ Nikki please.. oh fuck” you whimpered out as he added another 3rd finger.

His fingers kept teasing up to your neck as he finally wrapped his partially tattooed hand around it squeezing while his fingers set a brutal pace in you.

“ poor slut.. can’t handle it?” He teased with a smile as you sat unable to think or anything

He sat and continued his assault on your pussy , releasing his hand and now nipping at your neck leaving marks that would probably last weeks.

Your eyes rolling back into your skull as your high approached. “ come on baby, cum all over my fingers “

“ good girl” he grinned as before you knew it you were creaming all over his fingers with tears almost out of eyes .

Being younger than Nikki , he kinda naturally took on the older and more mature role, and honestly he loved it . You were not just his fuck toy when he needed but also his sweet girl who he loved.

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Hope y’all liked it Xx .

Leave requests or feedback

Love uuu.

[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx || part 2 ||

part 1 here

nikki sixx x fem!reader

you run into an old friend…

angst

trigger warnings : swearing, arguing, yelling, screaming, very light physical violence from reader.

part 3?

Over the next few days, you don’t see Nikki. Which is good.

Right?

“What’re you thinking about?” Kylie asks from next to you as you both stand behind the bar. You had filled her in on what was going on after you came back from talking to him the other day, and now she was onto you more than a mother to her rebellious teenager.

“I think you know what I’m thinking about,” you say as you wipe down the counter in front of you, glancing around the quiet building occasionally. She tilts her head as she watches you, her eyes narrowed slightly as she thinks.

“You wanna talk to him again?” she asks softly, even though she knows the answer.

“No,” you reply quickly. Maybe a little too quickly because straight away, you start to rethink your answer. “I don’t know,” you mutter.

She turns her whole body to face you properly, one of her hands on the counter as she leans on it and the other on her hip. “It’s okay if you do.”

You nod. “I know,” you say quietly. “I just don’t know if I can handle being around him again.” You sigh and throw the rag you were using, into the sink next to you before rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.

“There’s no harm in trying,” Kylie says which makes you look at her. “If it doesn’t go well, things will go back to how they were a week ago, and if it all ends up okay, well you can get to know him again.”

You know she’s right, and you know you should probably talk to him again, but you don’t feel like giving the satisfaction to either of them. You brush past her to go serve a perfectly-timed customer.

“We’ll see.”

Later that night, it’s starting to get busier and you’re serving drinks behind the bar with Kylie and another worker, Andy. You finish making a drink for a customer and take the cash he slides across the counter as a group of guys walk up to the bar, laughing and talking with each other. You open the register and put the cash inside before you turn and look to find three of them. One blond, the other two with dark hair.

“What can I get you boys?” you ask, moving to stand in front of them while yelling a little due to the crowded space. The taller dark haired man is still laughing at something while the other dark haired man, who seems a bit older, is shaking his head.

“Two jack and cokes,” the blond one says, turning his attention to you. “And a vodka lemonade.”

You nod, grab three glasses and turn around to grab the liquor from the shelf behind you. Once you turn back around, Kylie comes over to grab two glasses for her current customers.

“Just had the worst customer,” she says while looking down at what she’s doing. You laugh a little.

“Difficult or creepy?” you ask, glancing at her.

“Both,” she answers, shaking her head and also turning to the shelf behind you. You laugh again before the blond man speaks up once more.

“Can I get another jack and coke to go with those?” he asks.

“Yeah, no problem,” you reply, not looking up, instead reaching for another glass. You keep talking with Kylie as she makes her drinks next to you until she eventually walks off about 2 minutes later and you’re left on your own. You sit two of the finished drinks up on the bar in front of the blond man as he, and the other two guys, yell out to someone who you can’t see. After a second, another person walks up to their group as you keep focused on the drinks.

Once the last two drinks are finished, you sit them on the bar before Kylie yells out to you.

“We got any more of that expensive whiskey?” she asks, looking at you.

“Ran out yesterday and don’t get any more until next week,” you reply. She nods and turns her attention back to her customer so you do the same and look back to the guys in front of you. You go to speak but instead you finally lay eyes on the person who just turned up.

Fuck.

Nikki sees you and nods awkwardly.

You give him a tight lipped smile and glance back to the blond. “You boys wanting to start a tab?” you ask, still feeling Nikki’s eyes burning into you, like they did the other day.

“That’d be great sweetheart,” he replies with a small smirk.

A few hours later, after the kitchen closes and the restaurant section of the bar turns into a seating area for bar customers, you grab a black tray and tuck it under your arm. You walk out from behind the bar and look around to see if anyone’s drinks are low until you hear a high pitched whistle from behind, so you turn around and see the blond man from earlier, waving you over. You take a deep breath before faking a smile and walking over to them.

“Everything okay over here?” you ask politely.

“Just wanting another round of drinks,” he replies.

“Sure thing, same as before?” you check to which he nods. “I’ll be right back.”

You smile and walk back to the bar to start making their four drinks when someone walks up to the bar. You look up to see Nikki.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now,” he starts.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

He sighs and you feel a slight pang of guilt shoot through your chest.

Too harsh?

“I’m not trying to piss you off, I just want to sort this out so we can move on,” he explains. You keep making their drinks as you listen and think about how to handle the situation while he watches you silently. After you place the liquor you were pouring, back on the shelf, you look at him.

“I have a day off tomorrow,” you tell him and you watch his face light up ever so slightly before you grab a pen and your notepad from your apron. He continues to watch you while you lean on the bar counter in front of him.

You write down an address and apartment number on Larrabbee street, which branches off Sunset Strip boulevard, near The Whiskey, and rip it off the notepad before holding it out to him.

He looks at it for a second before finding your gaze. “I’ll come around,” he says with a small, hopeful smile.

He walks back to his booth and you soon follow, holding your black tray, with four drinks balanced on top. You give one to each of them and the blond man glances at your small name tag which is pinned to your chest.

“Pretty name doll,” he says with the same smirk that seems to be permanently on his face.

“Thank you,” you say, maintaining a polite composure.

“Dude, stop flirting with the waitress,” the younger, dark haired man comments which makes you laugh a little. “She’s trying to do her job.”

The blond guy looks at him and rolls his eyes. “Fuck off man, like you don’t flirt with every second girl you see.”

“If you boys don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go serve some other customers,” you say softly, interrupting them. All four of them look at you and you meet Nikki’s eyes, which have a different level of light to them after you gave him your address. He cocks his head sideways, telling you to go and you feel a small smile creep onto your face as you walk away.

The next day, you wake up at around 11am and the first thing on your mind is the fact that Nikki will be knocking on your door in the next few hours.

As you make a cup of coffee in your small kitchen area of your little apartment, you glance up at the front door a couple of times, letting thoughts fill your mind, before shaking your head and looking back down at the dark brown liquid filling your cup.

Over the next few hours, your mind runs wild thinking about every possible outcome of you and Nikki talking.

Will it be an argument? Will it just end up like it did last time?

Knock knock.

“Shit,” you mutter as you nearly jump out of your own skin when the sound of knocking snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly stand up and walk to the door, placing your hand on the knob gently, but not quite turning it yet.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second.

It’s gonna be fine.

The fresh air hits your face as you open the door slowly to find Nikki standing in front of you. He looks nervous, but also happy to be there.

“Hey,” you finally say quietly.

“Hey,” he replies, matching your volume. You look at him for a second before stepping to the side, one hand still on the knob, the other on the edge of the door.

“Come in,” you say which makes him suck in a deep breath. He then slowly walks in and glances around while you shut the door.

“Nice place,” he says as you walk up beside him. “Better than my shitty apartment anyway.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you say, a slight smile on your face as you joke. He never was the type to keep his room nice, let alone a whole apartment.

He looks down at you next to him with a smile, liking the fact that you’re teasing him a little, but you walk forward into the kitchen area before he can speak again. You open the refrigerator and take a bottle of water from inside, since the tap water in your apartment tastes so bad that you’d rather drink from the toilet.

“We have to fix this,” Nikki says from behind you, on the other side of the kitchen counter. You close the refrigerator door and sigh.

“I know.”

He watches as you turn to face him, however your eyes are focused on the counter in front of you. His eyes drift down to your hands, which are resting on top of it, for a moment before he redirects his attention back to your face.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he says softly, “You know that.”

“But you did,” you reply quietly, already feeling your voice threatening to shake. You glance up to see his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his arms folded across his chest, so you look back down to the bottle of water still sitting in front of you.

“I know that how I handled the situation back then was wrong. I shouldn’t have left like I did,” he tells you. “But when I saw the opportunity… I just couldn’t ignore it.”

You listen to his words as he explains, and you feel your body filling with emotions, despite the wishes you made earlier that this wouldn’t happen.

“Five years Nikki. Five whole years that I never heard from you,” you state, finally meeting his eyes properly, which are now full of regret.

“I know,” he mutters. “After the first month or so of being here, the novelty wore off, and I regretted doing what I did. I couldn’t think of how to explain myself because I knew that it would have affected you in some way.”

“Affected me?” you question, your voice finally starting to crack. “Nikki, it broke me.”

He runs his hands through his black hair when he hears your words. “I didn’t think about that when I left.”

“Clearly,” you say somewhat sarcastically, because you would rather be angry than emotional, which makes him frown.

“Hey, you think it didn’t affect me either?” he asks, his voice starting to become defensive. “I also lost my best friend that day,” he states, pointing to himself.

You stare at him, your anger starting to bubble along with his. “And who put us in that situation?”

“I’m owning up to it alright? I’m taking responsibility.”

“You should have done that five years ago,” you tell him.

“I was 17!” he argues.

“So was I!” you yell, throwing your hand into the air. He doesn’t say anything after that, instead he just watches you. You look down and take a few breaths before speaking.

“I think we’re done here,” you say and he frowns again.

“What? No, we’re not done,” he retaliates.

“Yes,” you say, “We are.”

He doesn’t move as you walk around the counter towards him. “You need to go,” you state which causes his frustration to sky rocket.

“Hold on, I’m not the one who refused to fix this mess when we finally had the chance,” he says which makes you stop.

“So you’re saying this is my fault?”

“No, I’m saying that you need to stop holding grudges against people for things that happened in the past,” he states, his tone laced with annoyance. You cross your arms.

Is he serious?

“Excuse me?” you question, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Nothing is ever going to get fixed if you’re closed off,” he says which makes your anger boil to the surface.

“You can’t talk to me about being closed off, this is not my fault,” you state angrily, knowing he’s a very closed off person himself. “And you need to stop being such a child.”

“I’m the one who wanted to be the mature adult and sort this out,” he defends, his nostrils flaring as he clenches his jaw. “You were the one that apparently couldn’t live without me looking after you all the time.”

“I was fine on my own Nikki,” you state.

“Bullshit, you couldn’t live on your own even if you wanted to,” he says. As soon as those words leave his mouth, your final straw breaks and you see red, and he knows he shouldn’t have said it.

“Get out.”

His anger turns to regret and he puts his hands up in front of him defensively.

“Wait no, I’m sorry-“

“Get out of my fucking apartment,” you spit. He shakes his head and screws his face up slightly.

“No I didn’t mean to-“

Before he can finish, he’s stumbling backwards after you push him in the chest.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, looking at you as your chest heaves. You wait for him to walk out but he stays put, so you run at him again, but this time, he’s prepared and he grabs both your wrists.

“Get out!” you scream, your voice being overtaken by emotion. He keeps a hold of you as you start punching his chest, still yelling at him to leave and at this point, there are tears streaming down your face.

“Hey,” he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear. You ignore him and keep trying to fight. He sighs. “Hey,” he repeats. You try to ignore him but your body soon starts to give up, the adrenaline leaving your body just as quick as it came. You keep trying to throw punches at his chest but at this point, they’re just small movements that aren’t even close to making contact.

Your head drops and you finally start to sob. Nikki tilts his head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of your face while he speaks. He says your name softly but when you don’t look up, he lets go of your wrists and his hands trail up your arms to your shoulders. He squeezes them gently and you finally look up at him, your eyes red and your hair disheveled.

“This is more than you being angry at me,” he says quietly. You blink slowly as you process what he’s said. “Talk to me.”

He holds eye contact for a few seconds and when he realises you aren’t going to answer him, he sighs and pulls you to his chest. He expects you to either push him away or even just feel tense in his arms, but you don’t.

You’re just too tired to fight him anymore.

You stay like this for a while until he breaks the silence and speaks. “I’ll come back another time and we’ll talk,” he says. You take a deep breath.

“Okay.”

taglist for those who asked for a part two: @sourwolf-32 @miaanaisssss @samcaniglia

[tobybestupid]

pls do 2023 nikki with a virgin fem reader smut being soft dom

FUCK YEAH OLDER NIKKI? God I love you guys.

(guys there's so much Terror Twins smut requests pls help.)

Doing so good.

2024!Nikki Sixx x Reader

TW: Age gap, virgin reader, submissive reader, soft dom Nikki, whole lotta praising, reader being whiny asf, unsafe sex (please wrap it before you tap it.), reader has female body parts (please when its smut say what gender you want), no prep :0.

Nikki and you were cuddling together on the couch, you'd starting dating around 6 months ago. Dating this total horn dog, and being a virgin...didn't quite work. Nikki wanted you, badly.

He attempted to hide his horny-ness from you failed miserably.

Nikki one day couldn't help but flirt with you, practically begging for sex but in a way he wouldn't ask directly for it. He's rather bad with using his words.

"Nikki what's wrong..you seem... off?" You asked, cuddling up next to him comfortably...so warm.

"Ehhhh... I'm horny, and I don't want to force you fuck with me but- I really can't handle it.." He'd grumble out, you were playing with his hair.

"We...could try?" You suggested in a soft tone.

Nikki's head quickly snapped to look at you, "really!?— we don't have to if you actually don't wanna-" Nikki quickly reminded you, and you shook your head.

"I wanna"

Nikki was a little bit nervous, he had a small bottle of lube on the bed side table, no condom. You were sitting in front of him, his hard cock was quite obvious. You were blushing gently as he looked at you and smiled gently.

"So...what- do..I do..?" You stuttered out, looking at Nikki as you were slightly confused. He picked you up before placing you onto his lap, grunting quietly as he placed you down.

"Mm..you wanna just ride me for now?" Nikki asked In a gentle tone, and you nodded. You began to take off your own pants, a long with Nikki. He took his boxers off and his cock springed (i hate that word sm oml) out of his boxers, making you blush heavily.

"Here, c'mere and sit on my lap..good girl.." Nikki mumbled as he held onto your hips, his cock in between your thighs. He felt around your cunt, feeling that you were soaking. Nikki smirked before rubbing a little lube onto his cock.

"You wanna be a good girl and ride me, huh?" Nikki whispered, helping you slide onto his cock as you whimpered and moaned. Your slick cunt was tight around him, the stretch was making you see stars.

"Good, so good for me huh?" Nikki whispered as he let you get used to his size.

You whined and whimpered before beginning to move around a little bit. Feeling his cock made you drool slightly and moan, nuzzling your head into his neck.

Nikki grunted as you bounced on his cock, he grabbed your boobs and made you moan loudly. You threw your head back as Nikki began to thrust his hips upwards to match your bouncing, he was smirking at the sight.

"Such a good...- good girl huh? Mm- fuck." Nikki grunted, grabbing your hips as he contuied to thrust his hips upwards and making you moan loudly.

Nikki moved one of his hands to your clit and began rubbing roughly, making you squirm around ontop of his lap. he grunted— he was rather close, and so we're you.

You moaned loudly as your cunt tightened around him (making him audibly moan), as you came around his rock hard cock.

He grunted as he began to go slightly harder, moans escaping your moan as his hot cum filled you up.

Your pants filled the room as you laid your head down onto his neck and cuddled him. "I love you.."

"Love you too dear" Nikki nodded.

[robocoplesb]

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

AGE GAP, nikki sixx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“- oh my god, you are such angel”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“— uh?”

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

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

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

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

[★]

“ give me hallmark

one dream, one life, one lover. ”

— lana del rey, venice bitch

[ihavenolife346]

You have to let me go

Nikki Sixx x f!reader

Summary: After Y/N, Nikki’s girlfriend passed form an overdose. He turned to heavier drugs. Drugs that made him see her…

Warning: Drug use and character death and hallucinations

1 year ago

"𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌, 𝖸/𝖭 𝖸/𝖫/𝖭, 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝗂𝗄𝗄𝗂 𝖲𝗂𝗑𝗑 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."

Even though the house was screaming with people, even though Nikki was almost completely wasted, even if he could barely understand anything right now…he still heard the news report.

He could have sworn he had heard the name wrong, he could have sworn he didn’t hear the name of 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, the girl he knew he would marry one day. He knew it couldn’t have been her…yet when he pushed his way through the crowd and into the living room, he saw her…her picture, her name, everything was correct. His Y/N was dead, dead from an overdose that he got her addicted to. If he didn’t get her addicted to cocaine, this wouldn’t of happened.

___________________________

Vince, Mick, and Tommy all remembered that night like it was yesterday. One second they were all partying together, the next minute Nikki was screaming at everyone to get out. At that time they had no idea what made Nikki kick out everyone…that was until they walked I to the living room to find a sobbing man. All four of them were sober within a second. When Vince, Mick, and Tommy looked at the TV, they knew exactly what made Nikki like this. Y/N was dead. The girl all four of them grew to love…she was gone. They all were talking so long to process the event, they hadn’t even payed attention to the breakdown Nikki was having.

Ever since that day all of them changed. Mick, he seemed to be the most ok out of all of them. But he wasn’t. With him being a few years older than everyone else in the group, he never thought he’d have to live life without the girl he considered to be like his little sister. He always thought he’d be long gone before her. But he knew how to keep to himself and keep his heartbreak to himself.

Vince, he was never particularly close with the girl. But he still liked being friends with her. He loved when she would come to the studio, she’d always brighter up the place. Get everyone to laugh, help them come up with words to new songs, she just made everyone happier.

Then there was Tommy…he had been best friends with the girl since grade school. He was there for her first dance recital, she was there for his first ever football game. They were inseparable from the moment Y/N came up to “the new kid” and asked him to play, Tommy’s very first day at the new elementary school. Tommy’s first ever friend. When he found out she was dead…he lost his shit. She was one of the only things keeping him from doing the same thing that she did…he was struggling.

And finally Nikki…after everything he went though, Y/N was his grounding. He blamed himself for her death, he introduced her to the drug, he was the one who was responsible for getting her a dealer, he blamed himself. The girl who was with him through think and thin. The girl who no matter how many times he pushed her away, she still stayed by his side. He swore to himself that one day he was gonna marry her. She was his reason to try and stop his addiction. Hell, she was even trying to get better. But…it didn’t work out. And Nikki was destroyed because of it. He wasn’t sure how he would love without the girl. He started pushing himself away from everyone in the world. Well everyone expect the girl he loved now. A girl with the name of Heroin.

___________________________

1 year after Y/N’s death

Everything was a mess…the band was almost split. Vince killed Razzle, Mick was drinking more, Tommy was lost, and Nikki…poor, poor, Nikki. Over the past couple months he’s been shooting Herion. $1000 a day. Has been for the past 9 months. He was completely lost without her. His Y/N…still had all her stuff in their house, still dreamed of what it would be like if she was still her. Herion helped him with that. Herion let him see her, let him talk to her, let him touch her and hold her. Herion was his answer to everything. So everyday, right around 3:45, he’d go into his closet, get out his stash and shoot up. He’d keep doing it just to be able to see her again. And here he was, on a Friday night, almost passed out in his closet.

“Baby, come on. Open your eyes.” Nikki heard the sweet voice he loved so much. “Come on. baby. You can do it.” Y/N’s voice purred, crouching in front of him.

“Hi baby.” Nikki opened his eyes, a smile on his face, even though he knew she was just a figure of his imagination. “I missed you.” Nikki reached out to the imagination of the girl.

“Nikki.” Y/N’s figure sighed, leaning away from him.

“What’s wrong baby? Is everything ok?” Nikki had a lazy smile on his face, happy to see the girl.

“You have to stop this. You have to stop doing this.” Y/N had tears forming.

“W-what?” Nikki asked, already knowing when she was talking about.

“You have to let me go. You have to stop doing this to yourself.” Y/N pushed herself away from the dying boy.

“Y-Y/N. What are you talking about? You’re here, and I’m fine.” Nikki pushed himself up and off from against the wall.

“Baby…you aren’t fine. Your killing yourself by doing this. You have to stop. And you have to let me go.” Y/N couldn’t dare to look him in the eye.

“I’m fine. I’m still walking aren’t I?” Nikki jinxed himself, having to lean on the wall so he wouldn’t lose balance.

“You have to let me go.” Y/N repeated, finally looking him right in the eye.

“You have to let me, let you go…” Nikki mumbled to himself.

“I need you to do that for me. I need you to let me go. I need you to stop doing this to yourself.” Y/N cupped his face in her smaller hands.

“B-but i won’t see you again…” Nikki felt himself start to tear up.

“You’ll see me again someday. But that day is going to be a long time form now. But you’ll see me again. Y/N choked on her words. “I promise you, you’ll see me again. But right now I need you to get in bed. When you wake up you’ll be fine. And you need to get the help that’s needed.” Y/N lead the man over to his bed, gently getting him settled.

“I love you…” Nikki held onto the girls hand just a bit longer than needed, accepting the fact that he needed help, even if he never got to see her again.

“I love you too Nikki.” Y/N squeezed his hand, kissing his forehead. “Sleep well baby.” Was the last thing Nikki heard before his eyes shut and was passed out for the rest of the night.

___________________________

When Nikki woke up the next morning, he knew what he had to get help, he knew he had to let her go, accept that she was dead. She was gone, and he finally knew it, for the time she’s been dead, she was just a figure of his imagination, what he wanted to see. And he needed help because of it. But that’s not what he did. He got up, got some coffee, and went right back to his closet.

He shot up again…

[cinmngirlnfr]

Waitress (Edited)

Nikki sixx x Reader

This one is very bad, sorry, English is not my first lenguage and i wrote this back when I wasn't very good at it.

Summary: Nikki makes Y/N tolerate her job.

...

I hate my fucking job.

I'm a waitress at the whiskey a go go on the Sunset strip.

Is always filled with party people, wannabe rockstars, grupies, and all kinds of anoying people.

The idea of coming to a place like this wouldn't even cross my mind, but, i gotta pay the bills.

-Hey, hey!- an older guy snapped his fingers at me, very rude by the way.

-How can i help you?- I said with my best fake smile.

-Yeah, i need another bottle of vodka, pronto- ugh!.

-Hey, be a little nicer to the lady, man!- a guy from another table talked, he was with other three guys, they all looked the same, teased hair, glam clothing, leather way to tight pants. His friends giggled (weird coming from four grown ass men, but they were kinda tipsy, it was still early in the evening for the regular party-goers, but very late for the rest of the population). I just gave him a little smile and went to the kitchen for the rude man's alcohol.

Once i gave him his bottle, I went outside, I needed a cigarrete break.

-Hi- a manly voice spoke behind me, i turned around, it was the guy who "defended" me. He was a little drunk, and probably high to, but still in his five sences.

-Can I help you?- I tried to sound nice, i wnated to, he had stood up for me, something i apreciated because i was not in a position to do so myself. But i was too tired and my tone of voice was very blunt and monotonous.

-Mmm, yeah, i was wondering when does your shift end- what the fuck, is he like asking me out? is 3 AM.

-At five, why?- I raised an eyebrow.

-Look, you are really pretty, and i can tell you are stressed- this guy was very bold, mabye beacause he was drunk- and I think i can help you with that.

-Dude, I don't even know your name.

-Nikki, what's yours?- he got a little closer to me, and i'm not gonna lie, he was hot.

-Y/N...- Jesus fuck, He was HOT HOT HOT, maybe it was the whole damsel in distress scenery, i felt like an awful feminist.

-Well, why don't we go to my apartment, right across the street, and hang out there... -the way he said it, he definitely didn't wanted to just "hang out".

-How do I know you are not a psycopath?- God, I was falling. Yes, I am THAT easy, ok, we don't slut shame in here.

-Oh, I promisse i won't hurt you, unless you ask me to- Jesus fuking crist, he is so hot.

I smiled and turn off my cigarrete -Let me go grab my purse.

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#5

Operation: Henderson

An Eddie Munson x Henderson’s Sister!Reader Series 

Eddie asks forces Dustin to set him up with Dustin’s older sister. 

Part One 

Eddie Munson thinks he’s in love after Dustin’s older sister makes a scene in the cafeteria 

Part Two 

Dustin is caught in the middle. 

Part Three 

Eddie tries to keep his cool when Y/N Henderson approaches him in the school hall. 

Part Four

Eddie tries to impress his crush while studying with Y/N Henderson.

Part Five 

Eddie finally works up the courage to ask Y/N Henderson on a ‘real’ date.

Part Six

Dustin starts to regret setting up Eddie with his sister (or five times he walked in on them making out.)

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3,691 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#4

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

Fluff 

Spoilers for Season 4 Episode 7 “Chapter 7: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab”

Y/N grabbed Eddie’s hand and helped pull him off the mattress into a hug. He froze for a moment, shocked before he wrapped his arms around her and returned the embrace. 

“You called me a nerd,” he stated when they pulled away. Her hands still on his shoulders as he held her waist. 

“What?”

“Back at the Wheeler’s house, you called me a nerd.”

Her cheeks flushed. “You heard that?”

“Yeah...”

“Eddie is not a murderer,” Y/N said. “He isn’t a Satanic Cult Leader either...He’s just a nerd! A kind and sweet nerd that wouldn’t and couldn’t hurt a fly!” Tears of frustration and desperation filled her eyes. “Please! You have to believe me! He didn’t do this!” 

“Y/N,  Honey. Calm down,” her mother grabbed her arms.  

She threw off her mom’s hold.

“Not until you believe me!” 

Y/N avoided his gaze. “I-Is that all you’ve heard?” 

“No,” Eddie moved his head so that he could lock eyes with her. “So, you think I’m kind and sweet, huh?” 

“Yeah,” she answered, bashfully. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. 

He nodded. “A kind and sweet nerd.” 

She shrugged. “Nerds are cool. I-I like nerds” 

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, what about freaks?” 

“I don’t think you are a freak, Eddie.” 

Her eyes fluttered as he leaned in. Just as their lips were about to touch, Dustin cleared his throat. 

“You two have the worst timing ever,” he stated. “Kill Vecna now, kiss never! I forbid it!” 

“You can’t forbid it, Dusty.”

“Watch me.” 

3,955 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#3

Eddie Munson x Henderson’s Sister!Reader

Operation: Henderson

Dustin is caught in the middle.

Part One Part Two  Series Masterlist

~ The Next Day ~

“Shit!” Dustin cursed and jumped when Eddie slammed his hand beside him on the lunch table.

“So, Dustin. About our talk yesterday. What did your sister say?”

“You were serious about that?”

Dustin leaned back as Eddie hovered over him with narrowed eyes.

“Why would I joke about that?” He countered. “Can I level with you? Girls like your sister are rare especially in shithole towns like Hawkins. So, when I said put in a good word for me, I meant it.”

Dustin blinked. “O-Okay.”

~ After School ~ 

He stood outside of his sister’s bedroom. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before he knocked on the door.

“Hey Dusty, what’s up?” Y/N greeted when she slid her door open.

“Hey Y/N. So…you remember Eddie, right?”

“Yes I remember your Dungeon Master,” she replied.

“Yeah. Him. Well, did you know that he also plays guitar…in a band.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“That’s cool! You think that’s cool! That’s good.”

Y/N stared at her brother like he grew a second head. “Yeah…did you need something, Dusty? I have to study for O’Donnels.”

Dustin opened his mouth to say no when an idea struck him. “Eddie needs a tutor for O’Donnels and I told him that I’d ask you,” he said.

“Okay. Sure, I’ll help him.”

Dustin smiled. “Good.”

This could either be the best idea Dustin ever had or Eddie would kill him.

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4,130 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#2

Eddie Munson x Henderson’s Sister!Reader

Operation: Henderson 

Eddie Munson thinks he’s in love after Dustin’s older sister makes a scene in the cafeteria 

Fluff

Part Two   Series Masterlist

Jason Carver may be the most popular guy in Hawkins’ High, but that didn’t stop him from being a huge dick. 

Y/N Henderson thought that he had gone unchecked for too long and needed to be knocked down a peg...or five. She grabbed a carton of milk and walked up to the table that held Jason and his popular friends. 

He looked at her like she grew two heads. “What do you want, Henderson?” he asked. 

She gave him a friendly smile as she threw the milk in his face. The chatter of the cafeteria died down and all eyes were on them when he exclaimed. 

“WHAT THE HELL!” 

Y/N shrugged. “It’s an improvement.” 

She crumpled up the carton and tossed it into the trashcan. 

“That’s how you make a free throw, Carver,” she said as she turned on the heels of her sneakers and walked back to her wide eyed friends. 

“I LOVE YOU Y/N HENDERSON!” one of her classmates yelled, 

“I know,” she replied. 

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5,633 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

Warnings: Hint of sexual content. Minors DNI

Eddie cleared his throat and looked away. His cheeks flushed.  

“You okay?” Y/N asked. 

His grip tightened on the bathroom counter he leaned against. “A pretty girl is kneeling between my legs with my jeans around my ankles. I’m peachy.” He shrugged with an awkward grin. 

He hissed and flinched away when she pressed an alcohol soaked rag to the inside of his thigh.

“Hold still,” she scolded. 

“It stings,” he countered. 

“You don’t want it to get infected do you? Because the infection can spread to your...” 

Eddie looked down at the front of his underwear with wide eyes. “I - Is that true?” 

Y/N shrugged. 

“Oh, you are evil, Henderson. Carry on, M’Lady.” 

She grabbed his hip and continued to clean the cut on his inner thigh. 

“Y/N, Eddie. Are you ready? We have to go...OH MY GOD!” Dustin exclaimed when he threw the door open. 

He stared in horror at his sister kneeled in front of his Dungeon Master. 

They turned their heads.

“Dustin!”

Eddie held out his hand. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Yeah, right. Isn’t that like the oldest excuse there is!” he countered. “We are fighting an inter dimensional monster and trying to clear his name! We don’t have time for that!” He motioned towards them with a disgusted look on his face. 

“No, Dustin.” 

“She’s cleaning a cut on my thigh! See!”  Eddie moved his legs to show Dustin his wound. 

“Oh, I guess it’s really not what it looks like,” he grinned. 

“Ya think!?” Eddie and Y/N exclaimed. 

“Okay, okay.” he raised his hands and backed away. “Just hurry up.” 

Y/N stood up once she put a bandage on the now cleaned cut. 

“You know...when all of this is over, if you wanted to do that. I’d be down.” 

He gawked at her and blinked. “F-for real?” 

She shrugged and kissed the corner of his mouth before she left the bathroom. 

“You are evil, Henderson. Very evil,” he said as he scrambled to pull his jeans up and follow her. 

9,078 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 1/?

Part Two

Pairing: Iwan!Mick Mars x OC

Warnings: Mature language 

Word Count: 664

A flash of color appeared in his peripheral vision, something you didn't usually see at a Mötley Crüe party. Glancing around, Mick spotted a woman, no a girl, walking through the crowd. Her pink sweater cropped, flashing her toned stomach, and her white leather skirt flaring, yet leaving little to the imagination. As she got closer to where he was, Mick tried to understand why those white Keds were walking towards him.

She sat down beside him, her leather skirt rising her thigh and drawing Mick's eyes.

"You lost?" Mick gruffed, his eyes darting away. 

With a grin, the girl looked around the room, exaggerating her movements before locking eyes with Mick's dark aviators. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm where I intended to be." She teased.

Mick just ignored her, going back to his vodka.

"I'm Natalie by the way, just if you were wondering." She laughed,

"I wasn't." Mick lied, his blue eyes scanning her behind his sunglasses. From the few seconds he'd stared at her, it was apparent this girl was in the wrong place; her style, her loose blonde curls, her innocent smile... this girl was going to be devoured alive.

"I'm a huge fan of your music, I was actually just at the gig." Natalie explained, her eyes staring at her twiddling hands.

"Well, that's surprising." He chucked, liting a cigarette.

She giggled, she fucking giggled. "Yeah, I've had that reaction before." She took in a deep breath, her eyes anywhere but him. "But, I really wanted to meet you because you're amazing! You actually inspired me to learn guitar." She blushed.

Mick couldn't hide his surprise. "Really? Well, shit."

"Yeah, it was hard to convince my parents. But, I told them it was for the school band." She looked at him with a cheeky smile. Mick let out a chuckle, making Natalie beam.

This girl just kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.

She shuffled closer, that damn skirt rising higher and showing off those perfect thighs, thighs Mick would very much like to be buried between.  

Mick found this girl attractive, her innocence sexy, but he wasn't going to be some 'rockstar one-night-stand experience' that she could tell her friends. “Shouldn’t a girl like you be off trying to fuck the drummer.” He puffed on his smoke.

She clicked her teeth. “Not really my style.”

“Well, that’s new.”

Natalie shook her head. “So, what? That’s not your style either?” A dark eyebrow raised over his aviators, making her giggle. “Fucking a random stranger at Mötley Crüe a party, that’s not your style?” She questioned, her brown eyes roaming over him.

As Mick glanced at her, unknowingly meeting her eyes, he felt his cock twitch. There was a look in her eyes, something deep in that stare that told him this girl would rock his world.

Mick looked away, clearing his throat. “Don’t try and make anything out of it. I like women, and I like fucking, but I happen to respect women more than what these jerk-offs do.” He took a swig of his straight vodka, avoiding her eyes.

“You know, you’re pretty different from your bandmates.” She whispered, moving closer to him so he could hear her over the thumping music. Her bare thighs brushed against his clothed ones, but he could feel their warmth.

He scoffed. “That’s cause they’re a bunch of fucking teenagers."

Smirking at the older guitarist, Natalie placed a delicate hand on his knee. “It’s a good thing I’m looking for a man then.”

Mick's breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes meeting hers over his aviators. Giggling, Natalie moved her hand, to Mick's disappointment, and stole his sunglasses off his face, placing them on her own.

"But, I wanna get to know you first. So what do you say, wanna blow this party and go get a burger?" Natalie asked, her beaming grin making Mick smirk.

"You're full of surprises, Natalie." He mumbled.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started."

[teddypickerry]

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

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

Pretty much a cute fluff imagine :)

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌.

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

word count — 919

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thesmokingguns]

Now and Forever

Pairing: Nikki Sixx Now X Reader

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

Word Count: 906

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[one-sad-human]

•Some Well Needed Comfort• Nikki Sixx

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Reader

Requested? Yes! By an anon

Theme: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: Language, some angst

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: —

     You rush to the back room where Mötley Crüe was. You're running a little late and want to get there as soon as possible, although it seems everything is an obstacle.

     Your job is to do the bands hair and makeup on tour. You're pretty good at it, too. You know how to handle the boys pretty well, at least that's what Doc says.

     "Sorry I'm late!" You fumble out when you open the door to the band's large dressing room.

     "You're good, it's only a couple minutes!" Tommy says, throwing himself in a chair. He was always first, today is no different.

     "Just the usual, right?" Tommy nods at your question and you grab all the things you'll need.

     "Why are you late, anyway? You're usually here before us," Vince asks.

     "Traffic," you answer shortly before beginning to tease up Tommy's hair to an unfathomable amount.

     After a while, you finished up Tommy and Vince. Mick preferred doing his own hair, so you moved onto Nikki. You hate doing Nikki's hair and makeup.

     It's not that he's mean, just... unfriendly. He doesn't really try to make conversation with you at all. He used to, then he hit on you and you turned him down. It was a blow to his ego, nobody ever turned him down on his offers.

     But you did. He wasn't used to it, so he distanced himself from you— as much as he can considering you see him everyday he's on tour.

     "Ok, Nikki. You're up." Nikki wordlessly goes over to your chair, sitting down and sighing.

     "Just the hair, I don't feel like makeup today."

     "Ok, no problem." You do Nikki's hair how you usually do, teasing it and spraying it was an unholy amount of hairspray. "Done."

     Nikki stands and walks out, probably to get a drink before the concert. You shrug to yourself and put all your things away. He wasn't anything you want to worry about right now.

It was the day after the concert, it's your day off since the boys don't have anything they need to get ready for. You got dressed and decided to go find a nice restaurant.

You walk out of the hotel room, then speed walking to the elevator. You're hungry and don't want anything in the way of a warm meal.

You wince when the elevator stops at the lobby, you instantly heard the angry yells of Nikki. You walk over, hesitant and nervous but too curious about what could get him so pissed off.

You don't really pay attention to what's being said, too caught up at the sight of Nikki throwing down a large bottle of Jack Daniels. He's yelling at Doc and an older woman you don't recognize, but that's over quickly when he spins on his heel and leaves.

He walks quickly in your direction, and you tense before realizing he's just trying to get to the elevators. You look at Doc, giving him a 'what the hell happened' look. Doc sighs and runs a hand down his face while Nikki pushes past you.

"Go talk to him, please," Doc asks, his face slightly red with stress and aggravation. You nod, albeit hesitantly, and then follow Nikki.

His long legs make it nearly impossible for you to catch up by only walking, making you resort to sprinting.

"Nikki?" You call. He doesn't pause his long strides at all. You huff out a breath and pick up your speed. "Hey!"

     "What?" He snaps when you make it to next to him. It doesn't take a genius to see the despair in Nikki's eyes, you can tell he's close to having a full blown breakdown.

     "Come on," you say and lead him out the door. Fresh air is best you could offer him right now.

     The door squeaks open, warm breeze hitting your face as soon as you leave the building. It's nice, calming, but doesn't calm Nikki down.

     He feels betrayed, his manager had no place to bring that woman here. He's pissed and sad and doesn't know how to calm himself down.

     "You want to talk about it?" You prompt, feeling as he wouldn't have said anything. Nikki shrugs, dropping down on the concrete and leaning his back against the building.

     You take his silence as an invitation to sit next to him. You turn your gaze to him, taking in his messy appearance.

     "She's my mother," he finally says.

     "Do you not get along?"

     "Not at all," he says with a scoff. "I don't know why the fuck Doc would bring her, of all people." Nikki puts his face in his hand.

     All the memories from his childhood bubbled up at the mere sight of her, and the quiet words she spoke to him were still prominent in his mind.

     You put a hand on his back, silently offering your support. He's very obviously upset, and you aren't too sure how to be a comfort to him.

     He sniffles, and you come to the quick conclusion that he's crying. Your eyes widen before you wrap your arm around him. Nikki leans into you, and you uncertainty begin to stroke his hair.

     "I really hate her, Y/N." He sounds so broken, the tone cracks your heart a little bit.

     You don't know Nikki's past, you don't know why he hates his mother or how she made the man you saw as egotistical and heartless breakdown like this. But, you do know that you want to help him through this.

     You and Nikki stay in that position for a while, you holding him and stroking his hair, occasionally whispering about how he'll be ok and wiping his tears.

     "I can't believe I'm basically cuddling with my hot makeup artist," Nikki says after minutes of silence. You giggle and blush.

     "I can't believe I'm comforting you of all people." He leans away from you.

     "What's that supposed to mean?" He says with mock offense. You raise your hands in defense and smile.

     "Nothing, nothing."

The morning after was slightly worrying. After calming Nikki down, you both went to a restaurant and ate lunch. He told you more about his childhood, and you offered support.

It was nice. He wasn't rude like he usually was, he acted like a decent person. It was truly a breath of fresh air.

However, that was yesterday. You're worried he's going to be the same asshole he was just two days ago. You're worried you'll never get to see him smile like he did when you told him dumb jokes yesterday afternoon.

You shake your head to rid the thoughts and continue getting dressed. It's unprofessional to be thinking of your clients in the romantic way you are now.

The thoughts plague you until you step foot in their dressing room. Nikki thankfully isn't there yet.

"Hi, Y/N!" Tommy greets. You smile and motion for him to sit in his chair.

"Tommy, have you seen Nikki today?" You ask him, pretending to just be a little curious.

"Yeah, he's in a real good mood. Must've gotten laid last night!" You hum in response and secretly hope it was your 'date' that made him happy. "Why?"

"No reason." You turn to him, supplies in your hands as you begin the get him ready for the show.

Nikki and Vince walk in a few minutes later. Mick is still wherever he is before concerts, he usually didn't show up until right before.

"You're done, Tom," you say and hope that the smile you give him doesn't come off as forced and nervous as it is.

"Sick, thanks!" He jumps off the chair and grabs his liquor bottle, chugging down a few sips.

"I'm going next," Nikki says. He sits down in your chair and gives you a small smile. Vince gives him a weird look but just walks to the small sofa and sits down instead of saying anything.

"You want hair and makeup or just hair?"

"Whatever you want, I trust you," Nikki says. Now that got Tommy looking over, too. You blatantly grin, excitedly grabbing more makeup from your bag.

You decide to keep his hair the same as usual, instead focusing more on makeup. You put darker, bolder shades on his eyelids and contour his face slightly differently.

It's probably the best work you've done in a while. You proudly spin the chair to show him in the mirror. He inspects his reflection deeply making you nervous that he would regret telling you to do whatever.

Then, his face breaks out in a grin. It wasn't the normal blank expression that he usually gave you, but a genuine smile. His eyes weren't glassy and bored looking, but creased slightly at the corners from his smile.

"Nice, good job."

"Yeah? You really like it?" You ask.

"Yeah, I love it. Thank you." You momentarily forget that Vince's hair and makeup has to be done from being mesmerized by Nikki.

"Oh! Vince, you're up."

Vince walks up to the chair, staring at you and Nikki skeptically. He sits after shooing Nikki away.

     "The hell was that about?" Vince asks. You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning.

     "I don't know what you're talking about." Vince scoffs, but doesn't question you any further. Minutes later, Vince is done and rushes out with Tommy and Mick— who just showed up minutes before all ready.

     Nikki hangs back and shuts the door behind the trio. You don't look at him, putting all your things in your bag and getting ready to go back to your hotel room.

     Nikki puts a hand on your shoulder. You look up, pausing your movements. He looks nervous, an expression that looks completely foreign on him.

     "Do you maybe want to stay for the show? After we could get some food?" He says, shuffling his boot clad foot on the ground.

     "Isn't there a party after the show?"

     "I could miss one party." You bite your lip to conceal the huge grin and nod.

     "I'd love to."

[laceymorganwrites]

Masterlist 3

Link to my second one:

https://laceymorganwrites.tumblr.com/post/614740868569710592/masterlist-2

Jujutsu Kaisen

Filth alphabet: Satoru Gojo

Fluff alphabet: Satoru Gojo

Milestones: Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo relationship hcs

Dämmerlicht 

Sukuna filth hcs

Getou x civilian!reader relationship hcs

Choso relationship hcs

Older sister hcs // part 2 // part 3 // part 4

Choso - Dämmerlicht

Fushiguro fluff

JJK charas reacting to their S/O coming home with a different hair style

JJK charas reacting to their S/O crying at the end of a movie/show

Daylight (best friend!Gojo x reader)

Sukuna is sex obsessed hcs

Choso x reader x Nanami

JJK Tokyo gang going to a gay cafe

Nanami, Maki mini hcs

Mini hcs: Eso

Sukuna finding out his great-great-great....grand daughter is dating Gojo

Quality time with them

Megumi, Sukuna and Gojo reacting to their S/O being scared of sex

Nobara and her S/O dancing in the rain together

Gojo publically proposing to his S/O

Gojo reacting to accidentally hurting his S/O who gets injured easily

His queen (Sukuna x fem!reader)

King of hell (Sukuna x fem!reader, 18+)

Dad hcs (Choso, Getou, Nanami)

Characters and the anime you watch together

Boku no hero academia:

More Hawks hcs

I almost wished we never happened (Dabi x reader)

Dabi drabble

Dabi falling in love with his band´s electric guitarist

Sub!Shigaraki x male!reader

Staying in with Dabi on a stormy day

Happy AU: Overhaul

Colors (Dabi x reader, heavy angst)

Dabi cinema hcs

Happy AU: Touya

Hawks´ eyes

Fantasy AU: Iida

Haikyuu

On with the show (Nikki Sixx!Kuroo x reader)

Too fast for love (Vince Neil!Yuuji x reader)

Oikawa drabble

Tendou drabble

Osamu w an artist!S/O

Kunimi Valentine´s Day fluff

Red hot (Tommy Lee!Bokuto x reader)

Sub!Tendou x male!reader

Watching soccer w them for the first time (Kuroo, Oikawa, Atsumu, Suna)

Them reacting to you fangirling over other athletes at the olympics

Tendou and his pastry chef!S/O running a shop together

In the afterlife (Tendou x reader)

JoJo´s:

Abbacchio relationship hcs

One Piece:

Killer filth alphabet

Law drabble

Oden sadness hcs

Kid x fem!reader

Monster trio + Ace reacting to their S/O giving them a hickey

Benn Beckman filth hcs

S/O winning a food eating contest

S/O asking for a piggyback ride

Zoro x reader x Killer hcs

Yamato x reader relationship hcs

The damn jacket (modern au Kid)

Robin, Katakuri and Kid reacting to their S/O being genderfluid

Kid pirates at pride parade

Okiku x reader x Zoro

Yamato mini hcs

Gay for the captain (Kid x male!reader)

Filth Law hcs: devil fruit edition

My favorite OP characters at the Victoria Punk cafe

Naruto:

Hidan jealousy hcs

Naruto girls smut

Madara x fem!S/O spicy body swap hcs

Attack on titan:

Period sex w Levi

Sub!Levi x male!reader

Jean x reader

Nanatsu no Taizai:

The story of the sad chapter 17

Meliodas falling out of love with Elizabeth and in love with reader

Filth alphabet: Jericho

Fire Force:

Joker relationship hcs

Benimaru fluff

First time meeting: Joker

Black Clover:

Shallow love (Nacht x reader)

Lesson learned (Dante x fem!reader smut)

The light behind your eyes (Nacht x reader)

Nacht relationship hcs

Filth alphabet: Yami

Mini hcs: Asta

Zenon with an overly affectionate S/O

Zora relationship hcs

Filth alphabet: Nacht

Yami relationship hcs

Hunter x Hunter:

Domestic hcs: Hisoka

Hisoka filth hcs

Hisoka crashing your high school reunion

Hisoka waking you up at 3am

Milestones: Feitan

Feitan´s little run in with your ex

Fluff alphabet: Feitan

Filth alphabet: Feitan

forget me too (Feitan x reader)

One of us (Illumi x reader)

Vampire!Illumi hcs

Tokyo Revengers:

Draken x reader relationship hcs

Dear daughter (Mikey x fem!reader x Draken):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Friends to lovers: Manjiro

Mitsuya relationship hcs

Family life with Draken

Filth alphabet: Draken

Hanma relationship hcs

Queer!femboy!Sanzu hcs

Naoto x male!reader

Filth alphabet: Mikey

Characters as random things I have in my room

Characters and the types of dates they take you on

Akashi x reader

Baji relationship hcs

Souvenir (Mikey x fem!reader)

Akashi family dinner hcs

Reaper!Hanma hcs

A dragon´s claim (Baji x reader)

Love letters: Hanma

Being roommates with Toman

Demon Slayer:

Filth hcs: Sanemi, Rengoku

Monster AU: Uzui

Yokai AU: Genya

Nanbaka:

Musashi hcs that are the Brat to my wurst

Halloween in Nanba prison

Vanitas no carte:

Relationship hcs: chausseurs

Noé x reader x Vanitas

Golden Kamuy:

Ogata relationship hcs

[adlersfavoritegroupie]

Can you do Mötley Crüe x daughter reader? Thanks!

Night songs

Pairing: nikki sixx x daughter-reader

Summary: your father, nikki sixx, teaches you how to play bass!

A/n:I hope this is near what you expected! Thanktou for requesting! This is a based apon Nikki sixx, as I feel he is a great father, and I love his vibes.

As your father stood behind you,  you sat in a chair, a bass in hand, your fingers delicately placed on the strings, the other hand preparing its self to pluck the strings.

His hands sat gently amongst the back of the chair you sat in, your fingers slowly danced along the strings as you attempted to play a song that he gave you a quick run through on.

You enjoyed watching him play bass, ever since you were young. The older he got, the more involved he seemed to get with you. Whether it being teaching you bass, showing you pictures from the 80s, taking you out to get icecream, or even simply watching a movie together.

You began quickening your speed on the bass, your fingers keeping up with the ones plucking the strings, you playing the song that he taught you eariler. He jumped up, clapping, and cheering with excitement.  "Yes!! Good job, y/n!!" He exclaimed, his arms wrapping around you, making sure to not knock the instrument.

A cheeky smile spread across your face. Moments like these were the little things that kept you going.

He released from the hug, kissing your cheek, then standing up, and giving you some space. "That's sounding great! I'm so proud of you." He said,  his words coming out with love, and passion.

Teaching you something about his passion and career had always been a dream of his. He'd always try to be a good father to you, and all his other children, especially since it was because he wasn't blessed with that, and wanted his children with a good childhood.

You continued to strum on the bass, looking up to him for reassurance. His kind eyes and bright smile were too contagious, making you motivated to keep playing.

As he continued to listen in, he had a lovely smile on his face, his teeth showing, and his eyes squinted. 

Before he could say anything, his name was being called, and he was off to another room. "Keep practicing, darling. I'll be right back!" He reassured you, and walked out of his the room.

His eyes wondered around the room you were sitting in, basses and electric guitars hung on the walls, and on stands. Nikki had an arrangement of instruments in this room. Even a drawer of replacent bass strings.

You began playing a scale on each string. Getting a deep vibrating feeling throughout your hand as you plucked at each string. The tone was deep, and smooth.

"Nikki she's sounding amazing!" Courtney said from the living room, causing a huge grin to form amongst your face. They continued talking for a few more moments, than him coming back into the room.

Nikki gently closed the door behind him, sitting back down on a couch in a corner. "You're sounding so good!" He told you, crossing his legs.

As the night devoted its self to both of both of you playing bass, you both grew tired but proud of your bproductivity together. You appreciated having your father being Nikki sixx...

Again.. thankyou for reading and requesting!

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Starstruck

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Reader

A/N: I really liked writing this request. I hope you like!

You would be lying if you said you knew entirely what you were doing here. Well, you knew what you were doing, you just weren’t exactly sure on why.

You were on the set of the latest Mötley Crüe music video starring as the lead in the video. It made sense that you were there acting, considering that was your profession and all. You were just a little concerned on why the heavy metal band wanted you to be in their video.

You had never acted in anything of the like. Sure, you had done a cheesy low-budget vampire flick when you were just starting to make it big, but that was about as dark as it got when it came to you. You were more involved with the glamorous side of Hollywood, the side with red carpets and award ceremonies, not guitars and tattoos and men dressed in heels taller than your own. Not to say you didn’t like it, it was just different.

You were a bit nervous as you shot the scenes you had agreed to do for the video. Not only was it different than a majority of your work, but there was the unforeseen issue of the band watching you as you worked.

You didn’t mind an audience of course, but something was off with the way they were looking at you. The tanned blonde one was obviously checking you out, the older one with straight dark hair looked bored and tired, the tall lanky dude with feathery black locks seemed to find something very amusing, while the boy with the fluffy black hair and makeup smeared across his cheeks gazed at you with intensity.

He was the one who stuck with you the most. You tried to ignore him as you finished up shooting, but you were hyperaware of his eyes following you the entire time.

You had just finished your solo scenes when none other than Tommy Lee came bounding up to you and introduced himself.

“Hi,” he said animatedly. He bounced lightly on his toes. “I’m Tommy! I play drums.”

“I can tell,” you said, flashing him a smile and nodding down to the drumsticks he was twirling in his fingers. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N).”

“Oh, I know who you are,” he said. “You were in that vampire movie. You were kickass.”

“Oh,” you said, still surprised whenever people mentioned work you had done. “Thank you. That means a lot really. I guess I have you to thank for this role then?”

The director had told you earlier that the boys from the band had specifically requested you for this role.

“Me?” Tommy said, pointing to himself with one of his drumsticks. “Nah, that was all Nikki’s idea.”

“Nikki?” you asked, looking back to the where the rest of the band stood.

The one with the teased black hair and tight leather pants was still looking intently at you. At the sight of you and Tommy glancing over to him though, he turned away and joined in a conversation with the blonde.

“Yeah, Nikki,” Tommy said, grinning mischievously. “The one who looks likes he wants to kill me for talking to you.”

You continued to stare at Nikki as you pondered over this information.

“He’s been staring at me the whole time I’ve been here,” you commented, turning back to the peppy drummer. “I thought he didn’t like me or something.”

“What? No,” Tommy replied. “Trust me when I tell you that’s definitely not the case. He’s a big fan of yours.”

Tommy snickered to himself as you looked over and caught Nikki staring at the pair of you again. This time, he blushed lightly before averting his gaze. He was kind of cute.

“Maybe he should come to talk to me,” you said to Tommy. “If he’s such a big fan.”

“Okay!” Tommy eagerly agreed. “I’ll go get him.”

And before you could get another word in, Tommy was bounding off in the direction of his bandmates.

You watched bemusedly as Tommy approached Nikki and spoke to him excitedly. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but he gestured back to you several times with his hands. Nikki didn’t appear happy at the idea of talking to you. In fact, he was shaking his head frantically at Tommy throughout the entire conversation. You felt a bit bad as you watched Tommy shoving Nikki towards you while their blonde friend laughed, and their older friend rolled his eyes.

“(Y/N),” Tommy said, practically dragging Nikki over to you, “this is Nikki. Nikki, this is (Y/N). You two have fun.” With that, he clapped his friend on the back and walked away.

Nikki didn’t say anything, so you took the initiative to greet him first.

“Um, hi,” you said. “Tommy said I have you to thank for getting me this gig.”

Nikki stared down at his shoes but nodded his head at your words. You could hear Tommy and the blonde laughing from where they stood on the other side of the set.

“Well, thanks. I’ve never really done anything like this before, so it’s a great opportunity,” you said. You felt like you had to fill the silence, so you continued on. “I was surprised to hear you were a fan of mine.”

Finally, Nikki looked up at you. His fringe fell into his eyes and bit which you found to be quite adorable. He really wasn’t as intimidating as you first thought.

“Tommy told you that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, happy to finally hear his voice.

He nodded once more. “I really like that show you’re on,” he said quietly.

You smiled warmly at him, trying to put him at ease.

“Really?” you asked. “Which one?”

A blush rose to Nikki’s face as he spoke.

“Um, all of them,” he said. He reached up to play with a strand of hair nervously. “Sorry, you probably think that’s weird.”

“No,” you said, quick to reassure him. “It’s not weird. It’s really sweet.”

Nikki didn’t say anything and the silence between you began to grow awkward.

“Hey, um, would you maybe want to hang out after shooting today?” you asked. “I, um, know this really good diner up the way that we could go to.”

Nikki stared at you wide-eyed now. “Are you serious?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied.

Nikki let out a surprised laugh that sounded like music to your ears.

“Wow,” he said. “I mean yes. Yes, of course. I’d love that.”

“Great,” you said. “It’ll be fun.”

Nikki looked at you with amazement. “I really thought I blew my chances,” he murmured to himself.

You smiled knowingly. “Nah, don’t worry about that. You didn’t blow it.”

“I’m just so starstruck I guess,” he said. “I swear had this whole elaborate plan to ask you out. I didn’t think I’d get so nervous.” He scratched the back of his head.

“Sixx!” the director called, grabbing both of your attention. “I need you on set.”

“I gotta go,” he said, frowning, “but I’ll see you after, right?”

“Right,” you said, leaning in and giving him a small peck on his cheek.

As you walked away from him and to the opposite side of the set, you couldn’t help but look back at Nikki to see him standing right where you left him, face pink and his hand pressed up against his cheek where you had kissed him.