#Nikki's fics

[knickynoo]

So, I was reading through my fic "Because of the Barriers" (sometimes I revisit my own writing to help with inspiration for WIPs) and I just have to say:

• I miss writing Needles! I absolutely LOVED the twisted friendship between him and Marty, and writing their interactions was such a highlight of the fic. Needles was incredibly fun to write.

● The Uncle Joey chapter makes me desperately want to somehow include him in another fic in the future. Love that guy.

● I MISS ALTER-MARTY. He's my guy. <3

[mrsmnsn]

“You look more like Kirk Hammet”

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

another day, another fluff fic 🤭

wc: 1.2k

author’s note- The reader is Dustin’s sister!!!

Enjoy!

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Now, you were at your work, at Family Video, just waiting for him. It was like a routine. Every friday he would walk through the door and search for movies for his weekend.

At first, you only knew Eddie because of his reputation. "Eddie 'the freak' Munson" as the people in your school used to say. Honestly, you never knew why people would call him that. Only because he liked to play Dungeons & Dragons? Your brother did too, and he was no freak! Was he incredibly annoying? Yes! But it's not like he would worship the devil for that.

But with time, you got to know him a little bit better and you got to see he was nothing but a sweetheart. That's probably when you started to crush on him. You were in the senior year and, consequently, would share classes with him. It's not like you would talk to him all the time, but the times you did, even if it was just to say that he dropped his keys on the floor, your heart would melt.

On this friday, Dustin said that he wanted to come with you for work because he wanted to talk to Steve. So there he was, whispering something to Steve while Robin were organizing the new movies in the shelves and you were just singing along with the radio, which was playing a song of Mötley Crüe, a band you definitely didn't only like because of Nikki Sixx.

When the bell rang, announcing that someone was entering, you stopped singing and turned around seeing him walking to you. You could feel your cheeks getting red.

"Hey you. How was your week?" he said placing the movies he got in the last week in the counter

"Hi Eddie. It was good, thanks." You said looking at his hands full of rings

"Do you mind if i leave this here while i look for some movies?" he asked already looking to the horror section

"No, not at all!" You said giving him a smile which he reciprocated. You felt your stomach do a flip

As he walked to the shelves, Robin got close to you, giving you a mischievous smirk.

"What?" you asked and she only raised her eyebrows. "Oh please Robin, we're at work."

"I didn't say anything! I just think that, you know... you should go for it. You have a shot!" She said while you both looked at him trying to make a decision between two movies.

"Oh yeah, like if thats true! I don't think i have and honestly i don't think i want to figure it out." You say putting your hair into a ponytail "What if he reject me?"

"You'll only know if you ask babe." She said going to the back to get more boxes

Of course you wanted to say something to him, but how could you? You didn't know how things could go if he said he wasn't interested on you. It's not like he was going to spread gossip, he could never. If you knew one thing about him, it was that he was not like the jerks at school, he was respectful and gentle. Well, at least with you. All you got....

"Y/n!" He called you making you snap out of your trance.

"Sorry. I was just... thinking." you said getting the movies on his hands. Your fingers touched for a moment and you could still feel the warmth from his hands.

"What got you all up in your head?" He said taking his wallet and with a little concern in his face.

"Oh nothing. Just, stupid teenage girl stuff." You said laughing a little and he didn't say anything else.

The song in the radio was another one from Mötley Crüe and you hummed the song while handing him the movies he got.

"You like Mötley Crüe?" He said trying to see if he heard you hum the song or if he was just mistaken.

"Tell that to her bigger then 40 inches Nikki Sixx poster in her bedroom wall" Robin said behind you looking to the computer.

"Robin! Shut up!" You scolded her. It was not even that big "I'm sorry" you said looking at Eddie who was getting amused

"Oh yeah? Nikki Sixx, huh?" He said giggling "I look a little like him, don't i?"

You study his face for a second, as if you needed to. "You look more like Kirk Hammet"

"Oh yeah, this one is making company in the wall for Nikki too!"

"ROBIN!" You were getting redder by each second. So embarrassed to look at the man in front of you. But he found the whole situation very funny.

"Well, i'll take that as a compliment." He said looking at your eyes "So, Metallica too? You don't seem to like this kind of music"

"I wouldn't say that i'm a huge fan of them, i only know a couple songs and that's it. It's not like i listen to metal all the time like you. I only have the posters because i, uh, i think they're pretty" You said nervously talking before thinking and not really realizing what you're saying.

"It a'right. They're pretty metal!" He said but got interrupted by you brother

"Eddie! What are you doing here?" Dustin said happy to see his friend. You didn't know how they knew each other

"What do you think?" He said showing the video tapes on his hands "What're you doing here?"

"I'm here with my sister! Do you know her?" Dustin said looking at you

"Y/n is your sister? Of course i know her! How come i didn't know you were related?" he said looking back at you

"You've never asked if i had a sister."

"How do you know him?" I asked curious as well, too confused to connect the dots

"He's my dungeon master y/n, i told you i got in a d&d club!" Now everything connected.  "Can i talk to you? i had a incredible idea for a campaign!" Your brother said while Eddie head out of the store

"Sure. Bye gorgeous!" He said winking at you and that was it. You were melted inside.

"What are you waiting for? He's flirting with you! It's your chance." Robin said giving you courage to go after him before he left

You stormed out of Family Video when Duntin came in again. There he was ready to leave when he saw you.

"Hey, uhm, hi." You said too nervous going to his opened window. His van was tall so you were face to face with him.

How could he get even more hot with sunglasses on. You had to be tough.

"So i, uh, i was just wondering, you know, if there was any chance of us going out sometime, even to watch a movie if you want, i just really like you and"... You were cut. Speaking as fast as you could, trying to be brave, you didn't realize he shut your mouth with a kiss.

When he let go of you, leaving you speechless he only smiled at you "You're so cute when you're nervous. I'll pick you up at seven, how about that? You can come to my house to watch these movies i got."

"I'd love that!" You said in a state of haze. Looking at him passionately

"Then it's a date. I'll see you sweetheart" and he drove away.

You stood out there, watching him leave, touching your lips to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"I told you, you had a shot" Robin came to you putting her arms around your shoulders .

[nininikki]

so i’m going to be insane again

[mxxtalupyourass]

꧁𖤐 NIKKI SIXX NSFW ALPHABET 𖤐꧂ 1984

꧁𖤐 WARNINGS: Mentions of breeding kink, Choking, No Aftercare situations, Mentions of drugs, Mentions of Alcohol, Panty stealing

(Lmk if i missed any)

A/N: got a burst of inspiration

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

𖤐 I believe Nikki would act depending on who you are

𖤐 If you were someone who mattered to him, he would 100% be real sweet to you afterwards. He may not say a lot, but he’ll let you sit there in his arms.

𖤐 If you’re just a groupie or someone he views as a quick lay, there isn’t really a lot of aftercare. He’s high & horny and probably fresh off stage, he doesn’t care about aftercare.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on you & on himself)

𖤐 This man is a tits guy and I will die on that hill.

𖤐 He loves your tits so much. They’re like a pillow. You sleep on your back? His head is lying on your boobs like a pillow.

𖤐 For him, he likes his arms. He likes to watch you ogle over his arms, his tattoos.. It’s cute.

𖤐 He’ll catch you staring at his arms sometimes and he just giggles at you.

“You’re staring again, Love.” He poked your side, laughing at you a bit.

“S’ not my fault, you can’t just have your arms out like that! You know what they do to me.” You huffed at him, making him laugh more. He was wearing a tank top, which left his arms out for the world to see.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

𖤐 Drawing back to what I said before about your tits, he would love to cum on your boobs.

𖤐 Just the thought of your perfect tits covered in his unborn kids could get him hard as a rock.

𖤐 If he cums inside of you, he always goes the next morning to buy you a plan-b.

D = Dirty Secret (Self Explanatory.)

𖤐 When you two met as teenagers, the first time you took him to your house was just a few days after meeting.

𖤐 He snuck into your bedroom and stole some of your panties.

𖤐 He said he was gonna go to the bathroom real quick, and you nodded.

𖤐 He didn’t go to the bathroom.

𖤐 You wondered where they went..

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

𖤐 SUPER experienced. You already know.

𖤐 Like, every other story of him you hear is about sex somehow.

𖤐 He knows where to look for every spot, good positions, and good kinks.

F= Favorite Positions

𖤐 He loves doggystyle. Adores it. Especially in a mirror.. Seeing your face and seeing your tits bounce make him cum.

𖤐 Like’s Face Off too. He thinks it’s super hot to hold you and stare at you into your eyes as he’s absolutely ruining you below.

𖤐 His favorite is cowgirl, though. Loves putting his hands on your hips to guide you.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious? Are they humorous?)

𖤐 Depends.

𖤐 If he’s drunk? He wouldn’t be opposed to some laughing.

𖤐 He’s high? I feel he’d be more serious. If it’s heroin, then definitely serious. Weed though? Goofiest man ever.

𖤐 If he’s sober, it just depends on his mood.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

𖤐 He’s not SUPER overgrown, but.. he’s not bald either. He may trim a bit, but..

𖤐 And as for the carpet matching the drapes.. No, they don’t match! Nikki dyes his hair black from brown, so it’s all gonna be brown down there.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic?)

𖤐 Depends on how he’s feeling & if it’s a quickie or not.

𖤐 If it is, then there isn’t a whole lot of romance..

𖤐 But if it isn’t, & he’s in a good mood, then he could be plenty romantic.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

𖤐 He has been surrounded by girls for a couple years now. He used to jack off a bunch, but now he doesn’t really need to..

𖤐 Although he does jack off sometimes when he’s on tour, thinking of you.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

𖤐 choking. He loves the idea of being able to control how you breathe while he fucking ruins you.

𖤐 Bondage. He loves seeing you tied up.. and maybe himself a little..

𖤐 He is the KING of edging people. He loves seeing that look of desperation on your face.

𖤐 Sensory deprivation. Blindfolds, noise cancelling headphones.. etc.

𖤐 Temperature play. Matches, ice cubes, hot wax..

𖤐 Public/Semipublic sex. Likes the risk of getting caught

L= Location (favorite place to fuck)

𖤐 Backstage. Not even in his dressing room either.

𖤐 In bed, of course. He’s a fan of his early morning sex.

𖤐 Shower. He loves showering with you.

𖤐 Kitchen counter. He adores pulling you to the side onto the counter while you’re cooking..

M= Motivation (What gets them going?)

𖤐 If you wear any tight or revealing clothes.. oh man its on.

𖤐 On occasion, he’ll have you sit on his lap. After a little bit of you squirming around to get comfortable, you’ll feel something hard poking your ass.

N= No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.)

𖤐 He would never actually hurt you. He might talk about it, but that’s just words. He would never.

𖤐 He might have sex with you while he’s drunk or high, but he never wants to when you are. Just in case.

𖤐 And back to the choking thing, he would love to choke you, but he wouldn’t ever choke you hard.

𖤐 And if you say to stop choking, he would in an instant.

O= Oral (Does he prefer to give or receive? Skill?)

𖤐 As much as he LOVES to eat you out, he prefers receiving.

𖤐 He is super amazing at oral. And he also loves to see you fall apart on his tongue.

𖤐 But theres something about seeing your lips all swollen, wrapped around his cock.

𖤐 He loves it when you choke on his cock..

𖤐 He would grab your hair and guide you, letting you up to breathe occasionally

P= Pace (Are they fast or rough? Slow and sensual?)

𖤐 Depends, again.

𖤐 Unless he’s feeling particularly sweet, he’s gonna be fast & rough.

𖤐 if he’s feeling more romantic..

𖤐 He’d be more gentle, slower. More sensual.

Q= Quickie (Opinion on quickies, how often..)

𖤐 Big fan. He’s a big fan.

𖤐 Loves getting quickies before a show.

𖤐 Usually the before-show quickies just mean you suck his dick,

𖤐 But after the show, he always pays you back.

R= Risks (Are they game to experiment? Do they like risks?)

𖤐 YES yes he is!!

𖤐 He LOVES to experiment.

𖤐 If you come up to him with an idea or a new thing to try, he’ll drag you to his room real quick. No hesitation.

S= Stamina (How long can they go for? How many rounds?)

𖤐 I’d say about 3-4 rounds on a day he’s just really feeling it.

𖤐 One round lasting about 45 minutes.

𖤐 A normal day would be about 1-2 rounds

T=Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or on you?)

𖤐 He owns toys but not for himself

𖤐 Claims that nothing can do it for him as good as you can.

𖤐 But he loves punishing you with toys. It’s his favorite.

𖤐 Would either edge you or tie your wrists and make you sit with it in for a while on max.

U= Unfair (how much do they tease?)

𖤐 He is the king of teases.

𖤐 He would sit there with his leather pants just a little bit unlaced, while you whine for him to just take them off

𖤐 Also, the edging bit. He loves to hear you whine for him, to let you cum.

V= Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

𖤐 He isn’t particularly loud.. but he isn’t quiet either.

𖤐 Quiet moans, little whimpers..

𖤐 Lets out a whine when he cums.

W= Wild card (Random Headcannon)

𖤐 Basically worships you.

𖤐 Like actually. Any time you take off your clothes, he realizes just how down bad he is.

𖤐 Praises fall from his lips like a second language

𖤐 “Love, you are absolutely perfect..”

𖤐 “God, look at those thighs.. pretty girl..”

𖤐 “Fuck, the things you do to me..”

X= X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes?)

𖤐 6 1/2 inches, take it or leave it.

𖤐 Pretty girthy, though, so it makes up for the length.

𖤐 Has pretty heavy balls

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

𖤐 Oh lord

𖤐 He’s horny any time you are

𖤐 Actually, when isn’t he horny?

Z= Zzzzz (How fast they fall asleep afterwards?)

𖤐 I’d say about 30 minutes

𖤐 Likes to take care of you, & make sure you’re all cleaned up.

𖤐 Will let you curl up in his arms and fall asleep

𖤐 Plays with your hair and whispers praise

[nikkisvfx]

when they look like a lana del rey song 😫

[avicinda]

Something something the Faewish Sprites being so childlike in mentality not just being a joke but being an integral core of the narrative and characters. The role of Wish Master is not just spiritual leader but almost like a parent—Chigda nearly got away with everything because the Faewish Sprites don't have any reason to question the sole "adult" in their lives. Avicinda is like the "big kid" pushing everyone around because he says so but he still answers to Chigda.

And then Giroda being ostracized from the moment he awakened and then being pushed out of their home—because of this and then traveling with Nikki all over Wishfield, he gains more life experience than most of the other Faewish Sprites. He often comes across somewhat more mature than them in cutscenes with several of them. And the fact his lowest point is in the cave where he's regressed so hard he is crying for his parents?

The Coming of Age Ceremony being Giroda's first action as the new Wish Master is not a coincidence I think. This is his coming of age story too and that's the moment that cements him as the new "adult" in Faewish society...

Although. I think Eltinada went through his own "coming of age" in the Farewisher storyline in a very different way, it's just that we only came into it at the very end of his narrative.

[ghostbustting]

vampire!Nikki sixx x reader smut where Nikki is just fucking the daylights out of her and won't stop commenting on her heart rate (superhearing) like the smug man he is.

Sorry if you don't write stuff like this feel free to reject, I just thought this sounded hot.

Love you 🩵

don't usually write stuffs like this, but hope I did well !! :")

╰┈➤“𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑫„ ๋࣭⭑

Vampire!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Contains Smut and Blood.

The moment I stepped out into the city late at night like this, I knew it might mean trouble. Los Angeles was wild. Too wild, perhaps. You’d see people driving in cars and blasting music loudly, people partying here and there, even some fights. But here I am, only trying to make my way back home from work.

My steps weren’t calm, yet weren’t so fast either. I would’ve chosen a taxi. But I wasn’t taking the chance of getting into a taxi with a creep again. However, was walking any better?

Surely not.

The road was crowded, sure. But not every one of them would seem to give a fuck if a woman was approached by creeps, no matter how obvious a scene is going on, some of them would most likely just avoid the scene in order to ‘protect’ themselves.

Hence, I take shortcuts along my way home. Not saying it’s any safer, but it would be useful if any sketchy dudes with big hairs, leather jackets, and tattoos were going your way.

I walk into the alleyway, the lights of L.A that were always so bright, turned dim and flickering in this area. Puddles of god knows what liquid were everywhere, I had to do my best to avoid them. Which is why, black shoe soles were better in this case, hiding what would be a fucking dirty sole.

However, my steps stops when I see a figure ahead of me. His body tall, dyed black hair big and long enough to hide the back of his neck, he was dressed in black, big boots and gloves covering what would be his slender fingers.

Another thing about the Los Angeles, is that not every corner of The City of Angels was always filled with angels.

Some of the Angelenos tends to stay in the dark late at night, blending perfectly well into the shadows like a camouflage and lurking slowly behind you, catching you off guard the moment you notice them and their demeanor.

Their cold skin seems to look pale by nighttime, teeth pointy if you got the chance to see them talk, often longing for blood, their eyes always as sharp as a razor, cutting through the person’s head each time they were gazed at.

Not a single heart beat would manage to escape their ears that can hear thousands and thousands of noises all at once. But if you run, you stand no chance as they move deadly fast.

I gulped and slowly take a step back, trying not to make any triggering sound. Yet the puddle my shoe just happen to step on betrays me, making a small noise yet loud enough for him to hear.

His body turned around, his greyish green eyes meeting mine in an instant, the way he holds his eye contacts never failed to make my heart thumps loudly, which I hated, knowing he can hear them with such ease. His presence always had it’s way to seduce me, it takes a lot in me to hold back the secret desire in me to feel him.

I’ve encountered Nikki Sixx a couple times before, sometimes when he’s playing with his band, sometimes in situations like this, often finding it easy to avoid him and the troubles he’d surely bring towards my way, even though he never went too far over flirting. But seems like today just wasn’t my luck as he immediately went to me and pinned me up against the alley’s wall.

My breath hitched as I look up at him, a small grin on his lips now, his sharp teeth just slightly peeking out. “Got you now..” He murmured, the proximity between us making me able to take a sniff of his intoxicating cologne, the scent filling my nostrils as if I just walked into a fragrance boutique.

“..I’m just trying to go home..” I say sternly in order to make my statement crystal clear to him. I try to keep my eyes on his, trying to make him think I’m not scared. Which, I am, partially that is. In a way, I don’t think he’d hurt me. The thing he does might be very unexpected, but one thing about him is that his true desires are visible right in those eyes of his like a window to his heart.

Nikki chuckled, rolling his eyes as he lean down close to my ears, his cold breath meeting right against my skin, sending shivers up my spine as I stiffen up. “Then why don’t you let me take you home?” His hands slowly make their way towards my hips.

I froze and clear my throat before trying to speak again, “I don’t—”

But before I knew it, he cut my words of protest off as he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder before he start run.. really fast. I yelp and hold onto his head tightly, grasping onto his hair. “What the fuck, Sixx?!?” I screamed, punching his shoulder over and over again as if it’d stop him.

The not so humanlike speed he had in his run made my heart beat fast, afraid of falling off, even though the firm hold he have on my hips are supposed to be enough to keep from falling. “Slow down! Fuck!” I protest, holding onto him for dear life and closing my eyes.

“Oh you’ll scream that again later!” He laughed like a maniac. I blush when I realize what he meant, smacking his shoulder again in response. I can’t tell whether to be flustered or feel the need to kill him, thought the possibility of the latter seems very very impossible.

Next thing I knew, we came into a stop.

Slowly, my eyes starts to flutter open while Nikki lay me down on my bed.. I flinch and look around, shocked to find us in my bedroom in a flash of light. It felt like only 5 seconds ago we were still in that nasty empty alleyway.

“How the fuck—"

I was cut off yet again when Nikki made his way on top of me on the bed, he was hovering over my figure with that same devilish grin he wore the whole time.

My breath got stuck in the middle of my throat as he towers over my body and took the back of one of his hand to caress my cheek. “Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite.” He whisper, then he paused before chuckling to himself, his sharp fangs being shown even more clearly now. “Well woops, that one’s a lie.”

Though I tried so hard to act like he doesn’t intimidate me one bit. Yet of course, my heart beat was too easy for him to detect and use as a proof of my intimidation, along with the heavy breaths I let out, each noise his ears catches making his grin even wider and devilish.

The eyeliner around his eye made the color of his eyes even more lighter and intriguing, those green eyes of his so majestic with the moonlight that peeks from my window shining his way, illuminating and spotlighting every single features that face of his owns.

Each blink my eyes made, they open to a different vision of him, each new vision, another new breathtaking features of his takes ahold of my attention while he continued to grin down at my statue-like state.

“Let me have you..” His voice echoes in my mind, like a sweet seduction for me to open up my heart, to let my desire take over my body just like the way his own desire take over his body. “I’ll take.. very good.. care of you..”

When his face leaned down even more, my eyes slowly flutter close on it’s own, acting as a permission for him to take an act.

Next thing I know, his hands clawed on my clothes and rip them apart with his strong bare hands, meanwhile his lips immediately move to mine, his kiss already passionate and rough from the moment our lips touched, his movements driven by lust and a burning flame in him.

I always knew no matter how wild this man can be, there are always much more deeper and wilder layers to unfold within him. And that is exactly what I’m doing right now.

Something in me myself burned, as if he shared that flame with me through our locked lips. My hands tugged on his hair while small gasps leaves me when my body became fully exposed within minutes, the fabrics that once covered my body were thrown away, his cold hands roaming over my warm body, the difference between our body temperature only making things even more intense.

Suddenly, I feel his fangs sink into my bottom lip, wincing when he licked up the blood that leaks from my lip and pull back from me, smirking as he starts to undress himself.

“Nikki..” I softly whisper, squirming on the cold sheets.

His finger then meets my lips, sushing me while he slowly take off his clothes.

With each fabric removed, more of his pale skin reveals itself, seducing me to touch him. His clothes were thrown to the floor, joining my own pile of ripped up clothes. I watch his body silently, the tattoos he had on his arms, the way his chest rise and fall, the happy trail leading down to his hard cock.

Then back up to the grin on his face as he slowly spread my legs apart. He was so tempting, his hands as cold as ice while he touch me with such lust in his eyes.

With his cock in his hand, he lead it to my cunt and slipped it in with such ease, almost immediately taking control over my hips and thrusting in and out of me with a surreal speed.

I gasp and grasp onto the sheets around me, squirming at the feeling of his cock filling every spot in me, the pleasure building up inside of me and pushing out dirty noises from my lips, the noises that only made him grin even more, his fangs showing much clearly.

His thrusts were incredibly fast, too fast to the point I can’t even keep up any more with it, yet it haven’t even been 5 minutes since he’s been inside me. My eyes were already rolling to the back of my head, my lips apart as I moaned out his name.

“Nikki..! Fuck..! Slow down..!”

“Feel good huh?!” He laughed a sinister laugh that fills my ears.

“So good..!” I nodded and pant for breath, desperate to have control of myself again. But this man above me was way stronger and powerful than I am, he knew way too much how to please me, or rather please himself.

His cock continued to thrust in and out of my tight hole, our skin meeting each other each time he thrusts, creating a loud slapping noise that harmonize along with my moans and his groans.

I could tell that he was losing control over himself, his head thrown back and he was letting out the loudest groan ever before he lean down and bury his face in my neck.

I thought nothing of it until I feel those sharp fangs strikes blood again, this time on my neck while he suck on the blood desperately, tasting me. I wince and held onto his back, tears building up in my hazy eyes.

Another sinister laugh leave his lips as he connects his lips to mine, making me taste my own blood on his tongue.

One of his hand that was previously on my hips trails up to my chest, his fingernails lightly caressing over the skin of my chest, making me arch my back and yearn for more of his touch.

“Your heart.. it’s beating very loud..” I can practically hear the grin in his voice as his nails gently press against my skin, making me think his nails are going to sink into my skin and steal my heart that is uncontrollably pounding very fast and loud. “I bet it’s for me, hmm? No man can give you this much pleasure, yes?”

The feeling of his cock continuously hitting that special spot in me made it hard for me to even utter out a single letter.

“Answer me!”

“YES!!”

I moaned out, my fingernails creating a big scratch mark down his back, making him groan and laugh once more before accelerating his thrusts. “What a slut.. your little heart’s practically beating out of your chest.. and it’s all for me.. your heart’s all mine..”

The tension behind his voice and choice of words only made the pleasure more unbearable, my toes curling as my legs shake, his hands still taking full control of my hips. “Yes! Yes!” I continued to pant out, not even able to breathe correctly.

Suddenly, I can feel my walls close up around his member, squeezing him in as I feel a strong knot on my stomach, my eyes wide and filled with tears that now stains my cheeks. “I need to cum.. please please let me..” I beg, half sobbing.

“Let go, baby.” He then held my legs up and place them on his shoulders, pausing before he thrusts even faster now.

Screams escapes my mouth as his faster thrusts pulls out the strongest release from me ever, my back arching off the sheets beneath me while his hips’ movement slowly falters as he fills me up with his seeds, shooting in white streaks all around my hole before pulling out.

As I try to take control of my breathing, his body plopped onto the spot beside me, pulling me close to his chest. “Told you I’d take care of you..” He panted out with that same grin never leaving his face.

I scoffed out a chuckle and rest my head on his chest, still panting. “What.. Whatever..”

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising up and down just like mine is, though I did not hear a single heart beat the whole time I rest on his chest.

But I suppose that’s just what he is.

A cold-blooded creature with a once dead heart that’s been brought back to live.

[atriza]

Control the Rhythm pt.2

Part 1

Yandere Niki x Reader

Summery: After Ni-ki’s unexpected on-stage kiss, he makes one thing clear—you’re his. The world believes it, and deep down, you fear you do too.

Word Count: Approximately 2,500 words

Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, Manipulation, Yandere Themes, Power Imbalance, Emotional Tension, Dubious Consent

Your heart was still pounding, your mind spinning.

That kiss.

It hadn’t just been a simple stage act. It wasn’t something pre-planned by the company, something done for fan service or entertainment.

No—this had been his choice.

His declaration.

His claim.

The world had seen it, recorded it, analyzed it. By now, social media was already exploding with clips and photos, speculations running rampant.

You felt dizzy.

“You planned this,” you finally managed to whisper, your voice barely audible.

Ni-ki slowed his steps. The two of you were alone now, hidden in the dimly lit backstage hallway. The other members had disappeared into their dressing rooms, staff bustling around but paying little attention to the two of you.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Of course I did.”

Your stomach twisted.

“I—”

You didn’t even know what to say. How to react. Every nerve in your body was still reeling from the kiss, from the way he had held you, from the way his lips had moved against yours—slow, deep, possessive.

Ni-ki took a step closer, and instinctively, you backed up, only to find yourself pressed against the cool metal of a supply closet door. His hand came up, fingers brushing lightly over your jaw, tilting your face up until your eyes met his.

“You should have known by now,” he murmured. “You were always going to be mine.”

Your breath caught.

He had always been intense—his presence commanding, his gaze sharp, his words calculated. But this? This was different.

This was something dangerous.

His fingers traced along your jawline, his touch featherlight but filled with purpose. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited?” he asked, voice low, hypnotic. “How long I’ve had to hold back?”

You swallowed hard. “Ni-ki—”

He shushed you softly, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “Not yet.”

He was still so close—too close. His scent, the warmth radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze—it was overwhelming.

Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to run, to tell him that this was insane.

But your body?

Your body betrayed you.

Because despite the warning bells ringing in your head, despite the way logic begged you to step away, you didn’t move.

And Ni-ki noticed.

His smirk widened, something dark and triumphant flickering in his eyes. “See?” he whispered. “You’re already falling.”

Your stomach twisted. “This isn’t—”

“It is,” he interrupted smoothly. “And you know it.”

A door slammed somewhere down the hall, snapping you out of the trance he had pulled you into. You pushed against his chest—firm, solid, unmoving—and finally managed to create some distance.

“We need to talk about this,” you said, trying to steady your voice.

Ni-ki tilted his head slightly. “We are talking.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

A pause. Then, with a quiet sigh, he finally took a step back, though the smirk on his lips never faded. “Fine,” he said. “But not here.”

Before you could protest, his fingers curled around your wrist. Firm, but not harsh. Possessive, but not painful.

He led you through the hallway with practiced ease, ignoring the curious glances from staff members as he pulled you toward his dressing room.

The moment the door shut behind you, a quiet tension filled the air.

You crossed your arms, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “What was that out there?”

Ni-ki leaned against the wall, watching you with unreadable eyes. “A statement,” he answered simply.

Your heart clenched. “Ni-ki, you can’t just—”

“Why not?” he interrupted, pushing off the wall and taking a slow step toward you. “Tell me, what exactly is stopping me?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Because really—what was stopping him?

The company? No. They wouldn’t interfere unless this became a scandal, and even then, Ni-ki was careful. He had timed this perfectly, made it look like it could have been a heat-of-the-moment decision. Something natural. Something real.

The fans? No. If anything, they were fueling the fire, already turning this into something bigger than either of you could control.

Your own feelings?

You swallowed hard.

Ni-ki took another step forward, and before you could react, his hands were resting on your shoulders, his touch light but firm. “Do you want to know the real reason I did it?” he murmured.

You didn’t answer.

Not because you didn’t want to know.

But because you already did.

Ni-ki’s lips curved upward, as if he could read every thought running through your mind. “Because I’m done waiting,” he said softly. “I’m done pretending that I don’t want you. That I haven’t been watching you, waiting for the right moment.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “And now,” he whispered, “there’s nowhere for you to run.”

Your heartbeat slammed against your ribs.

Because he was right.

The whole world had seen that kiss. The cameras had captured every second of it, the fans had analyzed every angle, the internet had already solidified the idea of you and him.

There was no escape.

And worse?

You weren’t even sure if you wanted one.

The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

Ni-ki was watching you, waiting. He wasn’t impatient—no, he was too calculated for that. His gaze stayed steady, his hands loose at his sides, his body language relaxed.

But the tension in the air was unmistakable.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind, trying to make sense of everything. Of him. Of what just happened. Of what it meant.

Because the truth was, you didn’t know what terrified you more: the fact that Ni-ki had planned this all along, or the way a part of you had already accepted it.

Your voice was barely above a whisper when you finally spoke.

“What now?”

Ni-ki’s smirk widened just slightly, as if he had been waiting for you to ask. He took another slow step forward, the room suddenly feeling much smaller than it had been a second ago.

“You tell me,” he murmured. “Are you going to run?”

You should.

Every instinct screamed at you to leave, to put distance between yourself and him, to tell yourself that this was nothing but a moment of weakness.

But that would be a lie.

Because deep down, you knew the truth.

You weren’t going anywhere.

Ni-ki knew it, too.

His fingers brushed against your wrist, featherlight. “You don’t have to fight it,” he whispered. “You already know where this is going.”

Your throat felt dry. “Ni-ki, I—”

A knock at the door interrupted you.

Both of you froze.

A voice called from the other side, muffled but urgent. “Ni-ki, the manager needs to see you.”

For a second, his expression darkened, irritation flashing in his eyes at the interruption. But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that same calm confidence.

His fingers slid down, intertwining with yours briefly before he let go.

“We’ll finish this later,” he murmured.

And then he was gone.

You Couldn’t Escape Even If You Tried

You barely made it back to your own dressing room before your legs gave out. Your back hit the door as you slid down, hands shaking as you buried your face in them.

Your mind was still racing, replaying every second of that kiss, every whispered word, every dark promise in his gaze.

He had planned this. He had waited.

And now?

Now, the entire world had seen it.

Your phone was vibrating nonstop on the table beside you, notifications flooding in faster than you could process.

You forced yourself to pick it up, your hands trembling as you unlocked the screen.

Trending #1 Worldwide:

“NI-KI KISSES [YOUR NAME] ON STAGE!!!”

Your stomach twisted.

The tags were endless. #EnhypenNiKi #YandereNiKi #NiKiPossessive #NI-KIAND[YOURNAME]FOREVER

Fan edits, theories, slowed-down versions of the kiss—it was everywhere. The world had already decided. In their eyes, you were his.

A part of you felt suffocated. Another part?

It felt something far more dangerous.

Excitement.

The realization made you feel sick.

You should be panicking. You should be figuring out how to undo this, how to stop the wildfire from spreading any further.

But the truth was, Ni-ki was right.

There was no stopping this. No undoing what had happened. No erasing the way his lips had felt against yours, the way his hands had held you in place like he had no intention of ever letting go.

He had made sure of that.

And deep down, you had let him.

Ni-ki’s Plans Were Just Beginning

Meanwhile, Ni-ki sat across from the manager, pretending to listen.

He already knew what this meeting was about. Damage control, PR statements, making sure the company had some kind of hold on the situation before things spiraled.

Except, they were too late.

Because Ni-ki had been two steps ahead of them from the beginning.

He already knew how the public would react. He had studied the way the fans responded to moments of “intimacy” on stage, how they romanticized every subtle interaction.

They would eat this up.

And you?

You had walked right into his hands.

A text notification lit up his phone screen, drawing his attention for the first time since the meeting started.

[YOUR NAME]: We need to talk. Now.

Ni-ki smirked.

Good.

You were coming to him, just like he knew you would.

And the best part?

You didn’t even realize you were falling right where he wanted you.

The hallway leading to Ni-ki’s room felt longer than it should have.

Every step echoed loudly, your pulse thudding in your ears. You had texted him barely five minutes ago, but that was all the time he needed.

Because he knew you would come.

And that fact alone made you feel unsteady.

You stopped in front of his door, hesitating for just a second before you knocked.

A pause.

Then the door swung open.

Ni-ki was leaning against the frame, his expression unreadable.

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” he said smoothly, stepping aside. “Come in.”

You should have stayed outside. You should have turned and walked away, given yourself time to breathe, to think.

But instead, you walked straight into the lion’s den.

⸻

You Were Already Trapped

The door clicked shut behind you.

Ni-ki didn’t move, just watched you. His presence was overwhelming, like he was waiting for you to say exactly what he already knew was coming.

You crossed your arms, trying to steady yourself. “What the hell was that?”

His head tilted slightly, amused. “What do you mean?”

Your nails dug into your skin. “You know what I mean. That kiss—”

His smirk deepened. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched. He was toying with you.

You swallowed, ignoring the way your throat felt tight. “You planned this.”

He didn’t deny it.

“Why?” you demanded.

Ni-ki’s gaze darkened slightly, amusement flickering into something deeper. Something possessive.

“Because,” he said slowly, taking a step closer, “I was tired of waiting.”

Your back stiffened.

“Waiting?”

“For you to finally realize,” he murmured, voice lower now, more dangerous. “That you’re already mine.”

Your stomach twisted.

“You can’t just decide that,” you argued, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

Ni-ki’s lips twitched.

“But I already have.”

⸻

Denial Was Useless

You hated the way your body reacted, the way heat spread through your chest despite the warning bells ringing in your head.

“Ni-ki, this isn’t a game,” you said, your voice weaker than you wanted.

His fingers brushed against your wrist—gentle, but firm. “Do I look like I’m playing?”

You tried to pull back, but his grip tightened. Not painfully—just enough to remind you that he wasn’t letting go.

“You saw the way they reacted,” he continued, tilting his head slightly. “They already think you belong to me.”

Your breath caught. Because he was right.

The fans, the media—they had already decided.

And no matter how hard you tried to fight it, so had Ni-ki.

His fingers trailed up your arm, slow, deliberate. “So tell me,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Are you really going to fight this?”

Your pulse was a traitor, hammering in your ears.

Because you didn’t have an answer.

Not one you wanted to admit.

⸻

The Illusion of Choice

Ni-ki leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

Your jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He hummed, considering. “Then what are you afraid of?”

You hated how easily he saw through you.

Because it wasn’t him you were afraid of.

It was yourself.

It was the way your body reacted when he was close. The way his voice made you shiver, the way his touch lingered long after he pulled away.

The way a part of you wanted to believe him.

Ni-ki must have seen it written all over your face.

His fingers lifted to cup your jaw, tilting your head up until your eyes met his. “I told you,” he whispered. “There’s no escape.”

And this time, when he kissed you—

You didn’t stop him.

[xo-myloves]

I have a love hate relationship with Nikki, so why not put it to good use….

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚡 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗—𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢’𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐༞༞༞༞༞༞

Nikki sixx, so many ways to put him, he wrote great songs, his looks were fucking fantastic, his band was good, but fuck he was such a prick, such a fucking poser, such a douche, he always thought he was better than everyone else, maybe someone needs to put his fucking ass in check.

✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢

It was like any other night in the Roxy, lots of chicks, lot of guys, the smell of sex, boozes and rock n roll was in the air, couldn’t be any better, I knew Nikki’s schedule by now, he would play a show wherever he had booked, come to the Roxy, fuck some chick, go to bed, I’ve been that chick before.

He decided to tell everyone on the strip I was the easiest piece of meat of the street. I wanted to crave his fucking face in, especially the person who came up and told me about it, Mr fucking axl rose. When this ginger fuck came up to me and asking if I was as easy as Nikki says, I wanted to rip his fucking head off.

It was more of a joke with axl so I didn’t care as much, I’ve known him for a while, he didn’t like Nikki either, so it was all perfect, he told me when he was coming to and when he was, fucking perfect, it was all perfect.

As I was lost in my train of thought, I looked up to see the one and only, Mr sixx, that fucking cock.

“Hey Nikki!” I shouted from the other side of the club to catch his attention, he immediately turned and came up to me with a drunk gaze and smile, he reeked of cigarettes and whiskey, why did I find that so hot.

“Well hello gorgeous.” Nikki spoke in his usual cocky tone, already starting a fire in my being, i just gave him a fake smile, which he believed, “what brings you here doll face?” Nikki spoke again putting his arm around me, I wanted to fucking bite it off! But didn’t. Not yet at least.

“How about we have some fun, like we did?” I bit my tongue as I spoke, wanting to swallow the words I already said, it was all a plan though, I knew what I was doing, I was calculated, I wasn’t you’re average slut, if I was a slut, I’d be a damn smart one.

Nikki’s face light up at my question, more of a statement the more I think about it, “already want more of me?”

God he was such an annoying prick.

“you could say so, let’s just get going.” I tried to hurry up the process of getting him to my hotel, and teaching him who the fuck is in charge.

As we got a cab to my hotel, he was all over me, trying to reach his hands up my skirt, trying to take my top off, everytime i would just slap the shit out of him, not letting him get a second of me, which was already making his blood boil.

“Let me touch you baby, please, or touch me.” He grabbed my hand, reaching it down to his crotch, and you know what I did? I fucking squeezed the shit out of his dick making him yelp in pain, making him shoot up with surprise and frustration, only making me laugh in amusement.

“What the fuck y/n?!” He shouted at me, making the car driver look back, I just put my fingers to his lips, in a very sexually manner, which made this horny bastard immediately retract his actions.

After the cab finally pulled up to my hotel, shaking the bright lights, I immediately got out, waiting for Nikki, who stumbled out of the car, almost falling onto his fucking face, which I wish he did so I could laugh at him.

We get upstairs and he is already taking his clothes off, and walking up to me and trying to get in my pants, I let him think he is getting more than he thinks at first, I let him give me a few kisses and squeezes.

Until I push him onto the bed, grabbing my handcuffs and his eyes light up with fear and excitement, “w-what is that f-for?” He looked scared and for some sick reason it turned me on and boosted my confidence, I locked the cuffs to the bed frame making him squirm a bit, which ended up with him getting hit with the back of my hand.

“What the fuck!” He shouted, thrashing his legs, and looking at me with anger and a sex drive higher than anyone else’s, “you wanna know?!” I shouted my act giving up slightly, he nodded his head and shouted “YES!”, I didn’t even give him the satisfaction of an answer.

I started ripping his leather pants off of him, leaving him in his boxers which were soon torn off, leaving him exposed to me, and only me in this moment, I quickly got on the bed, wrapping my handcuffs around his cock, pumping him fast and hard without any warning, “you wanna tell me how easy you say I am?! Huh? You stupid fuck.” I spit in his face, literally, it mostly hit his chest but a little bit got on his face.

His face got bright red in embarrassment and anger, “FUCK YOU, Y-YOU C-CRAZY BITCH!” He gasped slightly at me still jerking his cock hard and fast, not letting him being able to control his emotions.

“No I fucking want you to tell me why you think you have the nerve to say I’m a whore when you beg to fuck me hmm?” I snapped, I spit on his cock so there was some lube so it made it easier to go faster on his cock, which only made him start moaning like a bitch.

“I-it w-was stupid, I-I’m f-fucking s-sor-sorry, I-m g-gon-gonna cum shit.” Nikki panted like a dog going through heat, his thighs getting a bit shaky, his fists clenched, and his eyes getting glossy, but I couldn’t give two fucks.

“It was pretty fucking stupid huh? And you know what? Fuck you and your dirty fucking cock.” I let go our his dick, spitting on his lower stomach, which made his thighs and legs start thrashing needing his release, which he won’t be fucking getting.

“Y/N PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO CUM YOU FUCKING BITCH COME BACK HERE!” His hands pulled on the handcuffs making loud sounds, but before I knew it, I left the room, oh did I mention, it was Tommy’s hotel room?

Axl swiped the key for me.

mwah thank you axl baby 💋

[knickynoo]

Five Fics Self Promo

Thanks for the tag, @bg-sparrow! Gonna copy the format you used for your post because I like how organized it is :)

Despite the Distance: (T, 58k, complete) On October 2nd, 1982, Doc entered his garage to find a trespasser who ended up becoming his best friend. But when a mishap with a new invention lands him in an altered 1986 where that meeting never occurred, he's faced not only with figuring out how to set the timeline right but also with the reality of the influence his friendship had on Marty.

Because of the Barriers: (T, 39k, complete) In an alternate timeline where he never met Doc, Marty ended up taking a different path. Between a tumultuous home environment and having Needles for a best friend, trouble never seems to be far behind for the youngest McFly. Mentorless and without a sense of direction in life, a pattern of poor choices brings Marty and Lorraine to an evening that will further damage their already fractured family. Prequel to "Despite the Distance", following Alter-Marty in the weeks leading up to his appearance in the fic.

So, Your Brother's Befriended a Mad Scientist: (G, 7k, complete) Working as an assistant for the town's most mysterious inventor isn't exactly a job Dave would've expected Marty to get, but it sure is an interesting one.

Always, Forever: (G, 4k, complete) Three moments in which Jennifer and Marty navigate the post-time travel weirdness together.

A Hundred Times Over: (G, 23k, complete) After their plan to return to the present day goes awry, Doc and Marty find themselves facing an uncertain future in the Old West. As Marty struggles to find his footing and shoulder the expectations that come with being "Clint Eastwood," Doc makes the decision to reveal the truth about their predicament to two additional people, hoping it'll help to ease the growing tension—both in his young friend and in himself.

I'll leave this open to anyone who wants to participate!

[cockroachparty]

when the comment on your fic on ao3 is so good you keep going back to it and reading it over and over

[teddypickerry]

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of being the only women in Mötley cruë and how the boys would act with you.

𝐌Ö𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐑Ü𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

warnings — none.

a/n — i love writing soft shit about the craziest bastards ever <3 anyways, just a reminder that i don’t write pregnancy content nor hardcore smut. if you guys want to see who i’m writing for, what i write about, etc. PLEASE check my pinned post which explains everything. 💋💋 lemme know what you wanna see me post.

+ starting with the obvious… FLIRTING WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS, FLIRTING WITH YOUR MOM, FLIRTING WITH YOU (and your fucking grandma let’s bffr).

+ you def have to check who they’re hooking up with when they’re too high to make sure they don’t accidentally fuck a hooker and have to pay $400.

+ they didn’t respect you at first to be honest. not in a non-feminism way but in a ‘ooh you have boobs, me likey’ way.

+ but then you gain their respect prettyyyy quickly…

+ “y/n please flash us, it’ll be a good show if you do!!!” 🙏🙏

+ you’re pretty much one of the dudes by the end of the first show, being their mom on tour and making sure they don’t die

+ making a bet that you’ll hook up with one of them if they can just pick who. and after a day of thought, they all continuously argue about it. and tommy thinks he’ll win (he doesn’t).

+ having a little fling with a gnr member… resulting in vince threatening him anddd the rest of the guys beat him up if he even looks at you the wrong way.

+ they’re SO protective over you. even if they’re drunker than hell, they’ll snap out of immediately for you.

+ they def call you their crush in interviews.

+ very flirty with you (yes i had to mention this again, so you understand the severity).

+ overall just being best fucking friends.

[brandylovezyou]

Introduction ⁀➷💋

My name is Brandy and I’m 18 years old! I really wanna start writing fics and story’s and posting them on here! I’m new to tumblr so go easy on me lol ♥️

Some of my interests include music, fashion, vampires and other strange creatures, rockstars, reading, writing, anything vintage and watching movies!

Feel free to send me fic requests! I’m up for writing about most things ^^

Who I will write for

Mötley Crüe:

Nikki Sixx

Tommy Lee

Vince Neil

Guns n roses:

Steven Adler

Axl rose

Hanoi rocks:

Razzle Dingley

Michael Monroe

Others:

Dave Mustaine

Peter Steele

Jimmy Page

James Hetfeild

Tom Kiefer

Kirk Hammett

Billy Idol

Mick Jagger

Rules and boundaries

I’m totally willing to write smut fics no problem! However I will NOT include anything with feet, any sort of scat (pee, vomit…ect.) and innc3st. I’m not one to kink shame it’s just not my thing and it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Feel free to send your own requests, I’d really appreciate new ideas when I have writers block, but please try to be a bit specific and I’ll go from there. My dms are also open to everyone too. All my work will be 100% written by me as well!

Thanks for readinggg 💋

[cheeseonatower]

A sketch I did a bit back, inspired by a scene from still life, with hope by @scary-grace <3

This is the link to the fic on ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64097848/chapters/164459377

[nininikki]

two men looking at me like this when

[mxxtalupyourass]

HI can you pls make me a fic of Izzy or Nikki of him becoming a dad? Thanks 💋💋💋

Sober

࣪ ִֶָ☾ Description: Fluffy Morning & head canons, fatherly Nikki

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Reader: Tired mom

࣪ ִֶָ☾ Word Count: 496

࣪ ִֶָ☾ CW: Past Drug Use

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Disclaimer: This work is for entertainment purposes only & does not reflect on the living people referenced. They are purely caricatures based off released media (books, magazines, interviews, etc) depicting their behavior, personalities and preferences. This work does not encourage inappropriate behavior towards them.

Soft heat rolls off the pan in front of you, gently stirring a thickening mass of eggs, shredded cheese quickly melting away.

Humming Nikki's newest lyrics he unknowingly mutters in his sleep, your eyes drift around the apartment you two share.

Warm sunlight filters through the window perched over the sink, birds flitting around and chirping away. Kids toys litter the living room floor, colorful books cluttering the shelves amongst full novels. Your eyes trace across the couch, spotting animal farm on the side table again. You expected nothing less-

Your morning peace is unexpectedly interrupted by the incoming pattering of feet. And the unmistakable footsteps belonging to your escape artist partner.

"Ahaha! Got you!" His voice rings out, followed by a childish scream. Just as expected, he rounds the corner, dangling your five year old daughter by the ankles.

"We have another case of sock less feet." He grins, displaying his discovery as your two year old son peers from behind his legs. Just as shy as ever, unlike his tempestuous father.

"I swear the dryer is eating them…" You mutter, shaking your head as smile tugging at your face. He places the giggling child back on her feet, as you ask, "Did you ever call the repair place?"

You feel his hand trace the small of your back through your nightgown, sensing the guilty look on his face that he did not.

"I may… have forgotten…" As if trying to make it up to you, his arms loop around your belly and his chin flops against your shoulder.

You pat his cheek, "Well… if you don't today then enjoy sleeping on the couch tomorrow."

Memories

You two had a rough start as new parents.

He crawled into the hospital bed beside you, only fitting beside all the wires, IV, and monitors because he was so skinny from heroin.

Sat beside you, her tiny head cradled on his emaciated chest as a thousand emotions ran across his face. "Having a daughter will sober you up in ways you never imagined."

No, he wasn't there for first birthdays. But he was there for the second one, and then thirds.

Your favorite memories are finding him arguing over pastel baby clothes with Tommy, or finding him dead asleep with a book lulled off in one hand and your son in the other.

Oh how hilarious it was to find two rockstars in the middle of Macy's bickering over fabric composition and patterns.

Then there where the long nights of drawing up baths as his muscles spasmed and his body desperately tried to rid itself of the drugs he's abused for so long- all with a crying infant.

But then there was weekly grocery shopping and park visits, watching two heads of brown hair and green eyes screech and dart around the playground with speed and vigor.

And before that, grins in the bathroom and minty toothpaste as brushes moved left to right rather than up and down.