#Nikki Sixx fan fic

[thesmokingguns]

Daddy's Final Girl

Minors DNI 18+

Nikki sat against the sofa, a blanket thrown over his legs as Peach laid against him, her head under his chin as she snuggled up against him, watching the scary movie that he had picked out for them. 

He shifted with her as they moved to lay down, his hand coming around her body, fingers softly caressing her jaw as his thumb rubbed her lips. They parted for him as his thumb slipped between. Sinking into the wet heat of her mouth as she comfort sucked at his thumb, wiggling back against him. 

The way his cock jerked awake, all the blood that was needed for his brain traveling south as she whimpered at a scary part. 

He swallowed, making a soothing sound to ease some of her worry. His thigh tossed over her legs, pulling thumb back and open a bit so his free hand could slide down to where her lace trimmed panties were. 

So wet already. 

This fingers teased outside of the fabric, gently coaxing her clit as she shimmed and suckled harder against his thumb. 

“Shhe, Peach. Be a good girl for daddy so we can finish the movie.” She whined but didn’t protest as she stilled. 

Nikki rewarded her, pushing the fabric of her panties to the side as his fingers stroked up and down her slit. Coating the digits with her slickness as she used those pretty lips to suck at his thumb harder.

His eyes weren’t even on the movie anymore, just focused on the sweet girl in his arms as he watched her mouth fall open as two of his fingers slide into her sweet pussy. He used this opportunity to replace his thumb with his middle finger and pointed, shoving them until they hit the back of her throat. 

The gag sound Peach made had him groaning, leaning to breath her in as he nipped at her ear in an affectionate coax. 

“That’s it, Peach. You’re taking me like such a good girl. So fucking wet. All for daddy. I need to add another finger. Get your pretty little pussy all ready for my cock. You want my cock, don’t you princess?” She whined around his fingers that were fucking her mouth in time with the fingers in her pussy. Her head bobbing as much as it could to acknowledge that yes. She did want that. 

Nikki kissed her earlobe pulling his fingers from her pussy before stretching her around three of the digits. The sound she made was akin to the scream of the final girl on their TV scream. It was sexy as hell. 

He nuzz;ed her neck, licking and sucking the skin as he stretched her, rocking against her as she drooled over his fingers. So close to being ready for him. 

“Don’t you cum yet, Peach. Don’t come until I’m buried inside of you. I need you to come around my cock. Squeezing me so I know you love me.” She made such a sound of desperation. All wet and desperate, muffled by his fingers. 

She was so close. 

The way her pussy was fluttering, ready to show him that she was ready to take him had him groaning with need for his girl. 

HIs fingers left her mouth, unzipping his pants and guiding his cock to where his fingers were working, 

“Please.” She was begging for his cock and it was the prettiest sound NIkki could imagine. 

He wasn’t gently as he slipped his fingers free, notching he head against her gaping entrance and pushing himself in. Peach’s scream of please was cut off by the slippery tang of her taste hitting her tongue. NIkki’s fingers once more in her mouth. 

“Suck,” He commanded, “Taste what a good fucking girl you are for me. Clean me up as you get my dick all sticky with that soaking pussy of yours. SHow me how good you can be for me, Peach and I’ll bath your sweet little cunt with my seed. Get you nice and full before bed.” He promised. 

The dirty talking making her eyes roll back. Mind blank as she just sucked at his fingers, watching as she tried to push back for more. Needing more of him as she whined again. 

The horror villain held his knife to the girls throat. Head tilting behind his mask as he pressed the knife into her neck, blood dripping down the valley between her breasts as she bagged him to spare her. 

Just like Peach wanted to beg to come. 

Muffled sounds came out and he knew. Knew what she was asking for him. 

“DO IT! Come all over me, Peach. Soak daddy with your sweet pussy.” She moaned around his fingers, body shaking as she came around him. Whimpering helplessly as he pounded into her as he chased his own please. “FUCK.” Nikki swore as she slurped around his fingers. 

She was being so good for him. Such a good girl. 

He slipped his wet fingers from her mouth, hooking the wet digits around her throat to pull her back against him as he drove up inside of her. The sounds of screams and skin slapping skin filling the theater room they were in. 

Peach reached behind her, fingers tangling with his hair as she pulled his lips to hers, letting their tongues taste each other as he emptied himself inside of her. 

The movie forgotten and just the show of love entertaining them now.

[rocketqueen1989x]

💋mötley crüe 💋

(imagines coming soon )

Nikki sixx

Vince Neil

Tommy Lee

Mick mars

[unknownperson246]

guys I haven’t gotten any Motley Crue fic requests yet 😔

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

I’ve been working on this recently. It’s from the POV of a muse. Who knows if it will go anywhere, but I wanted to share a bit.

[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.

[st4rgiirll]

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[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 12.

Word count: 1938 Warnings: nothing out of the ordinary for this fic A/N: nobody could see this coming, especially not me. this one is small but i'm done with exams (and i entered the masters program i wanted!) so i hope you'll see more of this fic soonish

Vince woke up to the sound of waves crushing against the hull of the ship. They were in the sea – again, after only a day on solid land. The day they came to Port Royal Vince could still see his ship in the fog behind the Shout – but when he and Nikki returned at night, it was already gone as if it never existed. The captives too, and Shout soaked in their fear like it did with hundreds of others, and nothing now reminded of their existence anymore. Nothing except Vince. He was the last remaining link between the pirates and his ship and crew.

Vince wondered why Nikki was so keen on leaving Port Royal so quickly, giving his tired crew only a day on firm land – was he afraid of being tracked? did he have problems with Port Royal authorities? - but by this time Mick noticed he wasn’t sleeping anymore.

“Mornin’, blondie,” he promptly handed Vince a pile of plates to fill with porridge, ignoring him wincing at another stupid nickname. “Now that I can see that, at least. How the hell did you manage to persuade Sixx to stop by a bathhouse? He ain’t a big fan of grooming.”

“Talked a slaver into a good deal.” Vince shrugged and carefully placed the pile onto the counter. Too many plates had already suffered a poor fate from his clumsy hands.

“You?” Mick snorted. “You ain’t got a hint of diplomatic talent in you. You speak before you think. You can just tell the slaver liked your looks. It’s fine.”

“You think I’m lying?” Vince flared up. “I may be not the smoothest talker – that’s true – but I’m not just a trophy, even if Nikki thinks otherwise. The man paid me no mind until I spoke. He liked my attitude.”

“Well, you certainly have enough of that,” Mick sighed. “Too much for your own good, really. And how the hell did you stain the shirt again – just a day later? Don’t even hope to wring another out of me, I have no more spare ones.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Vince huffed and turned away, grimacing in disappointment when Mick wasn’t looking. Damn it. That was exactly what he wanted to do.

They carried the pot with porridge and the tray with the plates to the deck. Despite it being early morning, the air had already begun to warm up. Mick raised his eyebrows when they saw almost all of the crew already up – that was probably not the norm after a day off – but then Vince spotted a familiar mane of black hair, or, rather, two of them. Both the captain and the first mate were on deck, sitting with the crewmates, talking quietly to each other while Nikki was polishing a sword positioned between his legs. Vince recognized it instantly – simple but deadly, next to his rapier like a knight in full armor next to an agile archer. It didn’t mean, of course, that the former always outperformed the latter; it were surroundings and skill that determined the outcome of a fight, after all. A sharp ache pierced through the injured shoulder. Vince winced.

“Breakfast, lads!” Mick announced, plopping the pit with porridge onto the deck. “Oh, good morning, captain. Nice to see you’ve decided to come down to us mortals.”

Nikki dragged the grindstone down the blade of his sword with an ear-grating sound. Whether that was intentional or not, Vince could imagine Nikki wasn’t exactly thrilled with such an audacity. However, for some reason Mick always got away with it unscathed.

“You’ve seen the captain’s cabin on the brig. Can you blame me for indulging myself a bit? It’s all gone now anyway. I’m back to my cave.”

Right. With Vince’s ship sunk in the warm waters of the Atlantic ocean, Sixx had to return to the cabin on the Shout. He didn’t appear too enthusiastic about it, so it was probably way less comfortable. Still, it was more than whatever anyone on the ship had, and probably much better than anything the galley had to offer.

“I’m not blaming you, captain,” Mick laughed. “I’d do the same if I was you. Porridge?”

“Yes, please.” Nikki sheathed the sword and accepted a plate from Vince’s hands, not-so-coincidentally brushing his fingers against his hands and winking to him. Vince forced himself to twist the corners of his mouth into a smile. He was just pretending to submit, he reminded himself. Pretending.

Tommy yanked a plate out of Vince’s hands when his turn came and began gobbling it down. Yesterday’s night out treated neither him nor Nikki kindly, but the captain seemed somewhat more cheerful, more so than the rest of the crew. Vince imagined he himself didn’t look too chipper, but the bathhouse visit did freshen him up quite a bit. Either that, or way more looks coming his way were because of the collar. Vince preferred to think it was the former, though that made him a bit uneasy at the thought.

He was the last to get a plate, as usual, and the porridge on the bottom was always the clumpiest and burnt in places. Vince stared at it dolefully, trying to convince himself to get some of it inside him. Really, one could think that once they stocked up on supplies the food would get better… But shitty food only made one nauseous until it was in their stomach. Hunger, though, was relentless once it arose, and Vince could never predict when the next fuck-up that would leave him without dinner was going to happen.

Vince was just about to settle down on the deck with his plate when Nikki caught his gaze and beckoned him with a sly smile. Vince reluctantly approached him. The bench was too short to fit him. Was Nikki again going to force him onto his lap? How would he eat then?

“Sit here,” Nikki pointed at the deck before his feet. Vince suddenly realized that maybe he wasn’t that hungry – Nikki’s smug face just begged for his porridge to be smudged all over it.

“I’ve got to be by the pot in case anyone wants a second,” he came up with an excuse hastily. It didn’t convince Nikki one bit, though.

“Mick’s there for a reason. And if he gets overwhelmed, it’s not a long way from here.”

“It will still be better if I-“

“Sit. Here.” Nikki interrupted him, narrowing his eyes. “I didn’t ask for a slave’s opinion.”

Vince inhaled sharply, the collar tightening around his neck. Oh God, how good would porridge look on this face. But a few seconds of satisfaction were not worth the consequences. They would throw his plans out the window – in his case, overboard – and they were the only thing holding him together. It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t. It wasn’t. It wasn’t…

“Fine,” he said coarsely, walked to Nikki and slowly lowered himself onto the deck at his feet. Was that a suppression tactics or was he specifically getting off on Vince’s humiliation? Or maybe both?

Vince stared down his plate - all his appetite was gone, but he didn’t want to know how many sneers he would get this time. At least Nikki didn’t grope him in public again. He didn’t have to now, though – the collar conveyed the message just as well.

When Nikki’s palm patted his shoulder, Vince flinched.

“See?” Nikki said quietly. “Not that hard. No need to cause a fuss every time.”

“You have no idea,” Vince whispered back.

“Of what?”

“How close I was to smearing that porridge all over your face.”

Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I know. You’re real bad at controlling your facial expressions.” His fingers caressed Vince’s cheek, tugged gently at the collar. “Good thing you didn’t do it, though. You wouldn’t like what’d come next. Eat your porridge now, breakfast is almost over.”

“I’ll pass. Still toying with that idea.”

Nikki snickered. “If you wish. I ain’t gonna force-feed you. Not porridge, at least.”

One look at Nikki’s sleazy grin made it clear what he would force-feed him. Vince grimaced, turned away and put his plate aside. He had already lost all his appetite, but now he was outright nauseous.

“You sure, man? It’s a long day,” Tommy asked him, finishing off a plate. He was devouring his portion the way one would a meat pie. Vince recalled his dumpster stories. Well, he probably saw little difference between those then.

“Yes,” Vince said listlessly. “Not hungry.”

“Alright then. Can I take your serving?” Tommy finished off his portion by licking the plate clean. His appetite really didn’t match his slender build. 

“Yes.”

“Great, thanks!” Tommy scooped up his plate from the deck and finished it in the same hungry fashion. Vince watched him upend the plate above his head and deftly catch all the drops with his tongue. His shirt hiked up to his chest, exposing the outlines of ribs under the skin – the guy was all muscle and bone. Where did it all even go?

“Don’t overeat, T-bone,” Nikki said. “You don’t want to be all sluggish come training.”

“It’ll go through fast,” Tommy waved his hand. “And I’m gonna need energy.”

“What training?” Vince couldn’t help but ask. The two pirates simultaneously turned their heads towards him. The synchronicity of their movements rubbed Vince the wrong way now more than ever. Only people who have spent years in each other’s company behave like that. Siblings, for example.

“None that concerns you, doll,” Nikki cut him down, no cheek in his voice anymore. “The only training you need you will get in my cabin. God knows you need it.”

“C’mon, Sixx. Don’t debase him like that. You like his greenness and you know it.” Tommy prodded him with an elbow.

“Maybe, for now,” Nikki slapped his arm away. “But it gets old quickly. He has to be ready for that. Hey, where do you think you’re going, brat?”

Vince couldn’t hold back a yelp as he was caught, dragged back and forced onto the floor again. This time Nikki’s hand stayed on his shoulder, fingers digging into his skin, making him wince. Thankfully, it also killed the conversation.

He didn’t have to suffer much longer – Mick once again came to his rescue, sending him to the galley with a pile of plates. They swayed ominously, but Vince didn’t have to stop and balance them this time. Nikki could say all he wanted, but at least Mick’s training was surely paying off.

He diligently washed the dishes as he was told, but the clean pile grew and Mick was nowhere in sight, which meant no further instructions. When Vince was done, he still hadn’t shown up, and Vince used the opportunity to plop down onto his blanket and relax. Mick’s bunk, so soft, so clean, beckoned, but Vince knew he wouldn’t have enough time to dart back to his place without arousing suspicion. And were Mick to catch him there, he would surely get walloped.

Vince didn’t sleep well last night, awoken regularly with a racing heart and a sweaty brow, so he jumped at the rare chance of catching a break during the day and curled up in his place, closing his eyes with a pleased sigh. He didn’t get to enjoy his rest, though: soon strange stomping and clatter from above pulled him out of his doze, and even covering his ears didn’t help: he was still feeling the vibrations. That was probably the training Nikki didn’t want him to know about. Too bad for him: Vince had nothing else to do anyway.

[meikadonnelly]

{introduction}

hii, i'm mimi, i'm 17, from australia and i write fan-fiction one shots, head cannons and multi part stories. my favourite bands are motley crue and guns n roses. my favourite members are nikki sixx and izzy stradlin.

you can find my masterlist here!

i also have an edit account on tiktok. i’m not the best editor by any means but i’m giving it a go 🫶🏻 : @terr0rtw1ns

{who i write for}

motley crue

^nikki sixx * ^tommy lee * ^mick mars ^vince neil

guns n roses

^izzy stradlin * ^duff mckagen ^slash

metallica

^james hetfield ^kirk hammett

one direction

^louis tomlinson

^niall horan

^harry styles

^liam payne (requests closed for now)

top gun / top gun maverick

^bradley bradshaw | rooster * ^pete mitchell | maverick ^nick bradshaw | goose ^tom kazansky | iceman ^jake seresin | hangman

twisters

^tyler owens

bleed for this

^vinny pazienza

scream franchise

^stu macher

^billy loomis

{notes}

+if a story has any mature themes, they will be named with a trigger warning for reader safety.

+i know much more about certain people which means their chapters will most likely be more detailed, and this is why for some bands/movies, i do not write for all members. this doesn't mean they won't be included in other member's chapters. (people who i believe i will be better at writing for will have a star next to their name)

+as said before^, certain people will have a stronger storyline to others, however, this doesn't mean that I will only put effort into some and not others.

+the more detail in the requests, the better, as i want to create a clear and accurate piece.

+i write all types of fan-fiction, whether it is angst, fluff etc. keep in mind that i may turn some requests down if i am not comfortable writing it for you.

+i do not write male x male or female x female. this is not because i’m against it in any way. it’s purely because i have no idea how to write it 🤷‍♀️

+i also have preferences on what i do and don’t write. i will not include r&pe. i will not write a fic where the reader is under 18 and the other person is over.

things i will not write:

r&pe kinks

ins£st kinks

extreme pain kinks

p!ss/sh!t kinks

major pain kinks

a fic where the chosen person dies.

a fic where the chosen person purposely assu&lts the reader or anyone.

breeding kink. (this one is only to a certain degree. i do include unsafe sex in my fics and any kinks that include that, however i won’t specifically write that the reader or chosen person is doing it to ‘breed them’).

extreme age gaps (like 18 x 65 etc)

[marvelobsessed134]

I think we need more dark!current!nikki sixx content :>

We definitely do! I’m a huge fan of writing/reading dark fics so that would be amazing! Taking requests for this!

[thesmokingguns]

Make it Hurt

Minors DNI 18+

Nikki locked the door, pausing in the entryway to hear any sounds to see if you were awake. When he was greeted with silence he sighed, licking off his boots and trying to keep his disappointment in check. He could use one of your hugs right now. The way you’d throw yourself at him, saying his name with that shrill of excitement that never seemed fake. But he was the one who was late.

A flight from New York that had been delayed because of a snow storm. Originally you had planned to meet him at LAX after a week and a half apart, you were excited to be reunited but when he called you from the pay phone to say that he wouldn’t be home until maybe tomorrow you had agreed to stay home. Nikki didn’t know that you had cried when he hung up, touch starved and desperate to be with him. It wasn’t just him that could use a hug.

As a kindergarten teacher you didn't share the same exciting rockstar life as your boyfriend did but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your share of drama. Where his was splashed on the cover of Cream magazine yours showed up in different ways. The mom at drop off reminding you again that her son was special and needed the extra attention when in reality he needed more at home support to help him catch up or Cindy who opened her lunchbox and closed if just as fast when she realized that it wasn’t full. You had given her your sandwich and reminded yourself to start packing extras. There was Kevin witb the chipped front tooth that you had thought happened from an accident but after meeting his parents at Tuesday’s meet the teacher night you had called in the school social worker realizing it was not.

Nikki had been stressed about the album, mixing a record and you had been stressed about how parents could forget about their kids.

He climbed the stairs, pushing open the bedroom door, where he saw you laying on top of the sheets. Still in a pair of dark denim jeans and a button down plaid shirt, he knew you must have spent your Saturday at the school working on your classroom for the week. He admired your dedication for your job but he also worried that carrying the lives of so many children around was breaking your heart. You were a damn good teacher, loved your kids but he worried That you loved them more than you should, cared about them and Carried them around so it was too heavy for you.

Seeing you now, passed out from exhaustion in the clothes you had worn all day made Nikki feel like he needed to have you take a break before you got hurt.

He made his way over to you, hands going to the buttons of your jeans and tugging the buttons through holes. You muttered sleepily, turning slightly as he moved with you, tugging your jeans down. Your eyes flashing open as you felt his hands on your feet tugging them off.

“Nikki.” He couldn’t help but smile as you said his name, tossing your jeans towards the hamper as he laid on you, loving how your arms reached for him to pull him into you.

He had needed this.

The way your lips pressed against his in a deep, long kiss, arms and legs wrapping around him as he let himself bask in your presence. This was what it was like to be loved and wanted. The way you clung to him, not letting him go as he pressed you into the bed, both of you seeming to be in sync as you thought more.

“I’m here.” He was stroking your face as you tugged his t-shirt over his head, silver chains rattling as they fell back against his chest, “No need to rush, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” But your eyes were raising up, meeting his in a frenzied want.

“I just need you to be closer. I just need all of you, now.” The soft desperation in your voice had him groaning, moving with you as he slid the buttons through holes and pushed your shirt apart.

His hands skimmed your stomach, up your breasts and down as they pulled the nylon of your bra down. Hands cupping and mouth lowering to kiss the skin. He wanted to ravish you, make love to you until the pair of you were so tangled and lost in each other that where one of you began and the other ended was so confusing That you two were just considered one being.

Your shoulders shrugged, the shirt and bra coming off as your hands moved to his head, fingers tangling with the dyed black hair as you fisted the locks, watching the way he looked up, eyes on yours as he playfully nipped at the bar in your belly.

“Tell me what you want.” He expected you to push his head down as he teased, maybe to see the soft blush of your cheeks as you asked him to make love to you but that was not what Nikki got.

“I want you to fuck me until the only part of me that hurts is the spot between my legs.” He froze at this, pushing himself up to search your eyes for an explanation but you weren’t looking for an argument, you wanted results, “please, Nikki. It’s been so hard here and I just need to not have to think of anything. Just take away the thoughts, please.” The desperation and begging, giving him a job only he could do fueled Nikki.

You needed him and he needed you.

Maybe he should have talked to you more, found a solution to the ache and stress but he was sliding your panties off, fisting his cock as he guided it towards you. He wasn’t moving as quick as you wanted and you reassured him by sliding forward, hips twisting so he was flat on his back and you were on top of him, pushing him girth inside of you with a push of your hips.

His mouth opened,Hands going to your sides as he watched you, hands on his stomach as you adjusted your thighs on each side of his torso and rolled yourself. Usually you took your time and let Nikki help you and guide you but tonight you were too desperate fo wait. Upu we’re riding him, Hard and fast, pussy squelching as he watched you with fascination. It was like you were possessed. Trying to lose all the stress and pain of the week on top of his cock.

“Angel, slow down or I’m not going to last.” He was wanting you but your hair was thrown back, fingers twisting with the locks as you bounced. Nikki grinding his teeth as he swiped his thumb over your clit. There was no way you were going to slow down for him if you were in this mood.

He could feel your pussy, already squeezing as you bounced and rode him. You needed to cum to, have that blackout feeling. Nikki rolled, surprising you as you hit the mattress. He pressed your legs up and apart, bending you like a pretzels as he went so deep you saw stars, fucking you how you desiered to be fucked.

“Please.” You were so close and he knew you would explode. The sweat was as coming down his neck as he held your waist, fucking you, balls slapping at your ass as you laid splayed onthe bed for him.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me.” You nodded, reaching to pull his lips against yours, kissing him as you exploded, body warming and contracting as you arched up and into his arms, letting Nikki hold you as you came. His cum mixing with yours as he laid the pair of you down, the sheets around you as you’d both gasped for needed breath.

Your eyes on his as you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, smiling as he held your open thigh over his, reaching patterns on the skin as he sucked in the cool night air.

“I’ve missed you.” You admitted, smiling as he kissed your shoulder blade.

“I missed you too, Angel. But I’m here now and I’m ready to make up for lost time.”

[rocketqueen1989x]

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[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

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Vince and Nikki

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Tag Game About You

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Nickname: G, Gunner, Yung Gun, Stupid Whore (affectionate)

Star sign: Pisces (idk what this means)

Height: 5'7 and 3/4

Last thing I googled: Miles Teller sunscreen

Song Stuck in my head: Chattahoochee by Alan Jackson

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Amount of Sleep: 3-4 hours a night (thank you Uncle Sam)

Dream job: stripper

wearing: boxers and a sports bra

movie/book that summarizes you: Fifty Shades of Grey

Fav Song Currently: C'est La Vie by Yung Gravy

Aesthetic: vinyl, leather, cigarette smoke, Studio 54

Fav Authors: NIKKI SIXX, Jodi Picoult, and Abbi Glines

Random Fun Fact: here's a couple cause I think they are interesting: I did ballet for 15 years of my life, I was almost a D1 swimmer but I tore my labrum my senior year, and I used to write Cameron Dallas fan fic (some of these are still on my wattled)

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[misswhiskeyheart]

Dogs are Talking

"I'm cold," I told him. "Then get in the hot tub!" He replied, beckoning me with a crook of his finger. My mind reeled, caught somewhere between logic and pleasure. "Please, sugar?" There was something about his smirk, something in that single plea, that had me under his spell.

MissWhiskey_Heart on AO3.

Nikki tweeted about being in the hot tub in the middle of the snow and naturally my brain would not let my function until I purged this.

[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Yowza baby