#mick mars fan fiction

[6sixx6sexual6]

FOUND THIS FOR U❤ FOR YOU HORNY PPL WONDERING WHAT THESE GUYS ARE TURNED ON BY

[meikadonnelly]

hi! Do you accept requests? If so, can I ask for a fluff with Nikki? any plot, but so that the reader and Nikki are already in a relationship

if no, excuse for troubling

Thank you for your hard work

have a good day!!

i do!! and thank you so much!

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|| nikki sixx | morning ||

a morning with nikki.

nikki sixx x fem!reader

fluff fluff and more fluff

a/n : this is set in the early 80s, and nikki and the reader have been together for around 1 year.

As you lay in Nikki’s bed, you can hear his slow breaths as he sleeps next to you, and every once in a while, he moves slightly to get more comfortable. Usually, this means pulling you closer. You’re laying on your side, facing him while one of his arms are wrapped around your waist. The morning light is peeking through the curtains which hang over his small window next to the bed, above the bedside table. You open your eyes to look at him. His face is slightly squashed against his arm which his head is resting on while being tilted down towards you a little.

You watch him for a little before trying to move away from him to get out of bed but his arms tense and hold onto you tightly. You let out a quiet huff.

“Nikki,” you whisper. A quiet groan is all you get in response, his eyes still closed. You give a second attempt at getting up which is unsuccessful once again. “Nikki, come on, I need to pee,” you say. A few seconds of silence follows your words before you feel his arms loosen to let you go.

You wander to the bathroom and take care of your bladder before washing your hands. As you do, you notice Nikki leaning on the door frame watching you, his messy hair covering his eyes slightly.

“I thought you’d be asleep again,” you say, looking back down at your hands under the running water as he walks up behind you.

“Bed’s too cold without you in it to sleep,” he mumbles back, leaning his forehead on the back of your head. You laugh a little at his neediness and shake your hands dry. You turn around in his arms so that you’re body is in between the vanity and him. He looks down at you through squinted eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck and he runs his hands up and down your back.

“Why don’t you go back and get comfortable and I’ll be there in a second, okay?” you suggest softly, looking up at him through your lashes. He closes his eyes and lets his head flop back.

“It’s too early,” he groans which makes you smile. You let out a small giggle and you see him smile, his eyes remaining shut. You admire him for a second before tapping his shoulder lightly.

“Go on,” you say softly. He lets his head fall forward again, a small smile still on his face before he kisses your forehead.

“Don’t be long,” he mutters before walking off.

You smile and run your hand through your hair, feeling a few knots underneath. You turn around and grab your hairbrush that you had decided to keep at his place, along with other things like a toothbrush and clothes, now that you were staying more often.

You brush your hair and tie it up into a bun with the hair tie you always have on your wrist to get it out of your face, as well as Nikkis, before spraying a little bit of deodorant under your arms to feel a little fresher.

You walk back out of the bathroom and into the quiet bedroom to see him back in bed, laying on his stomach. You smile to yourself as you walk over to your side of the bed and sliding in under the covers next to him, sitting up slightly against the head board. He seems to be half asleep but he soon rolls onto you, his body between your legs and his head on your chest.

You move your hands to his hair and you start playing with it gently, your fingers massaging his scalp at the same time, which earns a deep sigh from him.

You know he’ll probably fall asleep again so you close your eyes and sigh quietly which makes Nikki lift his head up for a moment to rest his chin on your chest. You open your eyes to meet his and you smile.

“What?” you ask with a soft chuckle.

“Just wondering why you’d rather sleep than watch your adorable boyfriend,” he teases with a soft smile.

“And who’s that?” you tease back and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“He’s tall, has green eyes,” he describes. “And he’s an absolute catch.”

You shake your head with a smile. “Is that so?”

He smiles as he looks up at you with the green eyes he just mentioned.

“You wanna get breakfast from the diner down the road?” you ask softly, and he nods as his eyes close again, his chin still on your chest.

“After I sleep for a bit longer,” he mumbles, so you move to get more comfortable. You slide down more so that you’re not leaned up against the headboard anymore, and Nikki lays back down on you, his face now nuzzled into your neck.

He presses a soft kiss to the skin of your neck and closes his eyes, so you do the same, letting yourself relax and fall back asleep.

Another hour or so later, you wake up again, but this time to an empty bed. You open your eyes and see that Nikki isn’t there, so you get up and wander out of the bedroom. You walk into his kitchen and find him standing at the counter, facing away from you, making a coffee.

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso before resting your cheek on his bare back.

“Morning baby,” he says softly.

“Good morning,” you reply from behind him. He turns around to face you with his cup of coffee, and you leave a soft kiss on his shoulder as he does. He takes a sip of the hot liquid before you hold your hands out, silently asking for a sip like you always do.

He smiles and hands you the cup to you and you look down to see that instead of deep brown coffee, it’s paler.

“You drink coffee with milk now?” you ask, looking at him.

“No, but you do,” he says before turning around and grabbing another cup that has his regular black coffee inside. “I heard you getting out of bed so I thought I’d get ahead of you.”

You smile.”Well aren’t you sweet?” you say softly and he leans down closer.

“Always baby,” he says before giving you a gentle kiss. You smile as he pulls back and you walk over to the window in the lounge room to open the curtain.

As the sunlight fills the room, you feel the heat hit your face and you let out a soft sigh.

“You still wanna go to the diner?” Nikki asks from the kitchen, and you turn around to see him still leaning on the counter, sipping his coffee.

“It’s a little late for breakfast but we could get lunch,” you say and he shrugs.

“Who says I can’t have pancakes for lunch?”

You laugh and he watches as you walk back over to stand in front of him.

“I’ll finish my coffee and then we can go,” you say and he nods.

“Deal,” he says before leaning down to kiss you again.

You both walk into the diner, a place for you and Nikki that has become a regular date spot. You head over to an empty booth and sit down across from each other before a waitress comes over.

“Well isn’t it my two favourite lovebirds,” she says, and you look up to see Linda, an older woman who you’ve gotten to know since you and Nikki started coming here.

“How are you Linda?” you ask politely.

“Better now that you sweethearts are here,” she says with a smile. “Now, I’m guessing there’s going to be an order for a vanilla milkshake and a strawberry milkshake?”

You smile and nod as she looks at Nikki. “Extra whipped cream for you doll?”

“You know me so well,” he says which makes her grin.

“And are we doing our usuals for food?” she asks and you shake your head.

“Could I get the waffles today?” you ask and she nods, writing it down on her little notepad.

“Of course you can sweetie, with everything?” she replies and you nod.

“And I’ll have the blueberry pancakes,” Nikki says, passing his menu to her to take away, and you do the same.

“Late breakfast, did we have a slow morning?” she questions with a smile. You and Nikki look at each other with a similar smile and she laughs.

“Oh to be young and in love again,” she says. “I’ll be out with your orders soon.”

“Thank you!” you yell out as she walks off and she waves her hand as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’. You look back at Nikki and he takes your hand from across the table like he usually does. “You think she has a husband?” you ask.

“I’ve never seen a ring,” he says, glancing over at her.

“She might not wear it at work,” you suggest and he nods.

“Well if she doesn’t have a husband, maybe we should set her up with Mick,” he says and you laugh.

“C’mon, I know Mick’s older than you guys but he’s still only like 30. Linda’s almost 50,” you defend.

“He might like them older,” he says and you scoff playfully which makes him smirk.

“I wonder if she has kids,” you ask, going back to the topic of her. “She’d be a good mom.”

He nods. “Yeah, anyone would be lucky to have her as a mother.”

You stay quiet for a second as you think about maybe becoming a mother at some point too and Nikki squeezes your hand. “One day baby,” he says.

You smile. “I don’t know if I could handle any mini Nikki’s running around.”

“All I’m hearing is an opportunity to have some backup when I annoy you,” he says with a smirk.

“And the fact that we’d become a family,” you say and he laughs.

“That too,” he says. “But mostly the backup thing.”

You roll your eyes playfully before Linda comes back with two milkshakes. She places the strawberry one in front of Nikki and the vanilla one in front of you with a smile.

“Thank you,” you both say and she nods before glancing around the diner. Once she turns back to you both, she leans down and lowers her voice slightly.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she asks with a cheeky smile.

You laugh. “Not quite yet,” you say and she clicks her tongue. “But you’ll be the first to know, and to be invited,” you add and she smiles.

“Can I bring a plus one?” she asks.

“Of course! For a husband?” you ask, finally dropping g the question. She shakes her head with a laugh.

“Oh no, I haven’t had a husband for almost 10 years!” she says with a wave of her hand. “But I do however, have quite the handsome date.”

You smile as she winks at you. “Well I have quite the handsome date too,” you say and she laughs again as she glances at Nikki.

“He is a bit of a looker isn’t he?” she teases as the sound of a bell rings from the kitchen. “I better get back to work,” she says before walking away. You turn to Nikki and he has a smirk on his face.

“Handsome am i?” he asks as he takes a sip of his milkshake.

“Very,” you reply which makes his smirk turn into a grin.

[southerntigress]

just gonna leave this little video right here if u know u know 😉 😘

[hollywoodroses]

week three: threesome

a/n: this is my first time writing a smut scene with more than two people. I hope I did okay 🥺

mdni

It was hours after the first band rehearsal was finished. Mick and Tommy were long gone.

Now all that was left was you, Vince and Nikki. Ready for the piece of the action.

You are sitting in between the two men of your dreams. A dream you only just realized when you got into an argument with Nikki during the rehearsal. Now it was his turn to apologize to you.

Vince kissed your shoulder lightly as you smiled at Nikki. “Are you ready for the party?” You asked him smugly.

Nikki just responded by making the first move of pecking you on the lips. “Stop teasing and just fuck me.” You explained.

Nikki reached for the strap of your jumpsuit and pulled it down until your breasts are exposed. Your nipples going hard from the coldness of the room.

Vince turned your head towards him for a heated make-out session as Nikki sucked on your breast. You moaned, you wanted them both at the same time but you forgot how to use your words. Your tongue fought Vince for dominance and when you are satisfied with him you break the kiss just as he was trying to swap spit with you.

“Fuck you are so hot.” He whispered.

“Only for you.”

You turned back to Nikki and unbuttoned his jeans, giving Vince a silent go ahead to undress too.

Once you got Nikki undressed along with Vince you kissed down Nikki’s chest to his v-line. You lightly lick Nikki’s member as he rolls his eyes closed. While you are distracted by Nikki’s god-like body, you feel Vince take you from behind. You are in shock as you try not to bite Nikki while pleasuring him. You go back to taking him into your mouth and suck on his member as you start to become wet.

You are so turned on that you don’t notice when Nikki and Vince shoot their load inside you.

The three of you are not ready for the party to end and continue the fun and games in the shower.

—

Meanwhile, Mick and Tommy are at the Rainbow Bar & Grill having drinks.

“Hey, Mick do you ever wonder what the boys are doing with Y/N”. Tommy asked

“Y/N is probably preparing them for the groupie scene that will come our way.”

Tommy laughed and shook his head as he took a drink of his 7UP.

end

[thesmokingguns]

Master List Motley Crue

NIkki Sixx

Currently Writing: Picking Peach One , TWO

Prompts

Nineteen

41 and 29

148 and 153

81 and 117

how I still love you

One Shots

Easter with Peach

A Dream Come True

Freak

Hot and Cold

Tous Les Jours

Off to the Races

Let them Eat Cake

So Caught Up IN You

Accidents Happen

Vintage Valentine

Easy Love

Make It Hurt

NO

Deserve

One Shot

Tea Snob

Lonely For You

One Bed

Lesson Learned

Taking it Slow

Hopelessly Devoted to You

I know its you

Making Out 

Trick or Treat

Couple COstume 

Peach and the Jealous Streak

Red Shirt Supremacy w/ Peach

Time

Bedtime Prayers

Safe?

Wedding Pearls

Little Red Truck

Peach and the Megaphone

Winner, Winner Hot Dog Dinner w/ Peach

Riding High

Bad Things

Living Dead Girl

Mine Part One

Mine Part Two

Now and Forever

Patience is a Virtue

24 Hours

It’s a Myth

Vince Neil

Music to Watch Boys to

Light at the end of the tunnel

Here Kitty, Kitty

Cheering For Baby

Tommy Lee

Kept Woman

Finding Out

Cheaters Punishment

Revenge

Multi Members

Candy w/ Terror Twins

Band Headcanon

Banking

Sex Positions

Chores

Wedding Gifts

Wedding Season

Going to the Carnival

Mothers Day

Cover Songs

WAP

[greensparty]

2024: The Year in Green's Party

This has been another spectacular year for my pop culture blog. In Jan. 2013 I began this blog as a way to share my thoughts on pop culture and since then I’ve gotten to do things I never even imagined would be possible: interviewing filmmakers, actors, musicians, authors and more; reviewing movies, music, concerts, books, and theater; covering conventions and film festivals; and connecting with fans who also have their hands on the pulse of pop culture at the moment and its history.

the many faces of Green’s Party

Here are just a few of this website's highlights of 2024:

Retweets and Social Media: David Space liked my tweet about Fly on the Wall being my #1 Podcast of 2023; I was a guest on the It's Another Sunday podcast and discussed this blog, In May during the same week as my birthday I tweeted birthday wishes to Radiohead drummer Philip Selway and he liked it, Trouser Press Books shared my interview with Backstage and Beyond author Jim Sullivan on their social media, the band Scream shared my Best Albums of 2023 list (which included their album DC Special) in their Linktree, and I was a guest on the Seeing Them Live podcast and I returned for a special episode about the infamous Jane's Addiction concert I covered.

Peter Holmström and me

Interviews: I got to interview The Dandy Warhols guitarist Peter Holmström backstage before their Boston show, documentarian Alexandre O. Philippe via zoom, musician Matthew Sweet via phone, comedian Fred Armisen via zoom, music journalist Jim Sullivan via phone, and Pamela Des Barres via phone. I also got to speak with a number of celebs briefly at conventions including Kelli Maroney, Bruce Kulick, Nicholas Hammond, Sid Krofft, Sean Gunn, Ethan Supplee, Gina Schock and more!

photo booth movie poster of me with Challengers

Movie Reviews: I got to review I.S.S., Suitable Flesh, Ennio, The Greatest Hits, Civil War, Sasquatch Sunset, Challengers, Wildcat, Ezra, Hit Man, Tuesday, Revival60: The Concert That Rocked the World, MaXXXine, Twisters, The Instigators, Borderlands, Blink Twice, Greedy People, Between the Temples, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, Wise Guy: David Chase and The Sopranos, The 4:30 Movie, BOOM: A Film about The Sonics, Lee, The Apprentice, Heartbreakers Beach Party, Woman of the Hour, Road Diary: Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, Here, Gladiator II, Wicked, Beatles '64, Nightbitch, and A Complete Unknown.

Album Reviews: I got to review Sleater Kinney's Little Rope and the Deluxe Edition of that album, U2's Zooropa reissue and How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb 20th Anniversary Edition, The Smile's Wall of Eyes and Cutouts, Dhani Harrison's INNERSTANDING, Paul McCartney and Wings' Band on the Run 50th Anniversary Edition and One Hand Clapping, Mick Mars' The Other Side of Mars, Sheer Mag's Playing Favorites, The Rolling Stones' 7" Singles 1966-1971 Vinyl Box Set, Bruce Springsteen's Best of Bruce Springsteen and Born in the USA 40th Anniversary Edition, Pearl Jam's Dark Matter, Neil Young and Crazy Horse's Fu##in Up and Early Daze, Thom Yorke's Confidenza soundtrack, John Carpenter, Cody Carpenter, and Daniel Davies' Lost Themes 4: Noir, Ringo Starr's Crooked Boy, Buffalo Tom's Jump Rope, Mike Campbell and the Dirty Knobs' Vagabonds, Virgins and Misfits, Johnny Cash's Songwriter, Andy Summers' Vertiginous Canyons, John Lennon's Mind Games Ultimate Collection, The Police's Synchronicity Deluxe Edition, X's Smoke & Fiction, Oasis's Definitely Maybe 30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition, Jimi Hendrix's Electric Lady Studios: A Jimi Hendrix Vision, The Linda Lindas' No Obligation, MC5's Heavy Lifting, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' Long After Dark Deluxe Edition, The Pixies' The Night the Zombies Came, Weezer's The Blue Album 30th Anniversary Edition, Talking Heads' Talking Heads: 77 Super Deluxe Edition, Kim Deal's Nobody Loves You More, AC/DC's 50th anniversary reissues, The Beatles' 1964 U.S. Albums in Mono, and George Harrison's Living the Material World 50th Anniversary Edition.

TV Reviews: I got to review Nothin' But a Good Time: The Uncensored Story of 80s Hair Metal.

my friend Ron and I at the Foo Fighters concert at Fenway Park

me at the Metallica pop-up shop

Concert Reviews: It was quite a year for concert coverage including Sleater-Kinney, Matthew Sweet, The Church and The Afghan Whigs, Jane's Addiction, Pearl Jam, and Ringo Starr and His All-Starr Band. I also did my Concert Pics column for Foo Fighters and Metallica.

Blu-ray Reviews: I got to review the blu-ray release of Witness, Electric Lady Studios: A Jimi Hendrix Vision, Robert Rodriguez's The Mexico Trilogy, A Simple Plan, and Behind the Bucket: A Garrison story.

Book Reviews: I got to cover Guzman's Family Values: Kurt, Courtney and Frances Bean.

Comedy Reviews: I got to cover Fred Armisen's show a few weeks after I interviewed him.

me on the red carpet outside The Brattle for 2024 BUFF

me on the red carpet at 2024 IFFBoston

me at the 2024 Fan Expo Boston

me at 2024 Super MegaFest

Film Festivals, Conventions and Events: I did my annual coverage of the Oscar Nominated Short Films, I covered the March edition and the November edition of the Northeast Comic Con, I covered the 2024 Boston Underground Film Festival, the Coolidge Corner Theatre's Expansion, I covered the 2024 Independent Film Festival Boston, I covered the 2024 Fan Expo Boston, the 2024 Super MegaFest, Summer 2024 Collectibles Extravaganza, and the 2024 IFFBoston Fall Focus mini-fest.

Stray Observations:

It was a very Beatle-centric year for me! I got to cover The Beatles box set 1964 U.S. Albums in Mono and their documentary Beatles '64 as well as getting to do album reviews of Paul McCartney and Wings' Band on the Run reissue and One Hand Clapping live album, Ringo Starr's Crooked Boy EP, John Lennon's reissue of Mind Games, George Harrison's reissue of Living in the Material World, the documentary film Revival69: The Concert That Rocked the World about Lennon's legendary 1969 concert in Toronto and a concert review of Ringo Starr and His All-Starr Band in September. Even for a Beatle Fanatic like me that's quite a year!

In October, one of my favorite musicians Matthew Sweet suffered a stroke and I, like many, donated to the GoFundMe to assist with his road to recovery. Only a few months earlier in April I got to interview Mr. Sweet (my second time talking to him) and I also got to cover his concert in Boston. I am grateful I got to talk to him about his music (he could not have been any cooler) and see him for my 6th time and it was one of his best shows. I wish him well in his recovery and hope one day he's able to make music again (whether it's touring, recording or privately).

I got to interview The Dandy Warholds guitarist Peter Holmström. He is the third band member I got to interview since 2019.

I've noticed a trend that's been happening with reissue albums where they are celebrating the landmark anniversary of an album with a box set...released a year after the landmark release. For example, John Lennon's 50th anniversary of Mind Games was released 51 years later, The Police's 40th anniversary of Synchronicity was released 41 years later, George Harrison's 50th anniversary of Living in the Material World was 51 years later. But hey, who's counting right?

In recent years there's been a number of sequels to movies that were released 20 or more years ago. In 2024 that trend continued with Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F, Twisters, Gladiator II, and Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (the best of them all by far).

...And the Biggest Postings and News of the Year on Green's Party:

1/2/24: Green's Party turned 11

1/7/24: my remembrance of actress Cindy Morgan. 12 notes.

2/2/24: my remembrance of actor Carl Weathers. 11 notes.

2/20/24: news about Sam Mendes doing four theatrical Beatle movies. 25 notes, my biggest post of the year!

3/27/24: I was one of a select few invited to the Coolidge Corner Theatre's phenomenal expansion in Brookline, MA.

4/10/24: After the final episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm I shared my thoughts on the ending.

5/20/24: I celebrated a birthday on Green's Party!

6/24/24: I began a multi-part series with Part 1 of Nirvana Boston about Nirvana's history with the city of Boston.

6/30/24: I posted my Best of 2024 So Far list.

7/7/24: I did a birthday post for Sir Ringo Starr. 13 notes.

7/16/24: Part 2 of Nirvana Boston posted.

8/3/24: I wrote about Aerosmith retiring from touring.

8/10/24: I interviewed Fred Armisen via zoom ahead of his comedy tour. One of the highlights of this year and this entire blog: "During our interview, Mr. Armisen took notice of my CD collection in the background behind me and asked about my collection and he briefly talked about his love of physical media. As our interview was ending, I thanked him and joked that next time he should check out my CD collection. He said “I’m glad you have it on your screen. Because there’s a lot happening in politics and none of the candidates are talking about how we should be proud of our CD collections. We need to come to a time in our lives where we’re displaying them. We all have CDs somewhere.” I laughed and said “I think they need to court the CD vote”. He laughed and I said “Wow - I just made you laugh, I’m so proud of myself” and he replied “That was a real laugh too by the way”. I’ve had some cool celebrity encounters, but knowing I got to make Fred Armisen laugh is definitely pretty high on my list of coolest celebrity encounters ever!"

8/25/24: I was a guest on the Seeing Them Live podcast.

9/15/24: Part 3 of Nirvana Boston posted.

9/30/24: I returned to the Seeing Them Live podcast to discuss the Jane's Addiction concert I covered.

10/26/24: I received my 5000th like on this blog!

10/31/24: I continued my Halloween tradition of ranking my Top 5 Movies and this year I did Top 5 Ghostbuster movies.

11/6/24: my Day After Election Day thoughts.

11/17/24: Part 4 of Nirvana Boston posted.

11/30/24: My review of the documentary Beatles '64. 18 notes.

12/10/24: Part 5, the final edition, of Nirvana Boston posted.

12/13/24: I posted my album review of George Harrison's Living in the Material World 50th Anniversary Edition. 12 notes.

12/20/24: I posted about Ringo Starr joining Paul McCartney in concert. 17 notes.

Thank you for attending Green's Party in 2024! Extra thanks to all of the publicists I worked with on my coverage this year. Now it's time for some thoughts on pop culture in 2025...

[earthfire-75]

You Send Me Flying

Chapter Eight

Author’s notes: co-written with @nature-and-music, beta’ed by @lady-jane-revisited. Based on The Dirt movie. I have, since gotten a copy of the book and read it, however, this fic is finished except for som editing still left. Warnings: language and smut.

After he helped me with my bra and shirt, he placed a loving kiss on my lips and then headed back to the bathroom. I stepped out, I was in too much of a daze to even acknowledge the others and their juvenile attempts to mimic my whimpering voice. Mick returned wearing his usual shirt and jeans, heading over to the kitchen to grab us a couple of beers. The guys asked where their bottles were, Mick asked something along the lines about whether their legs were broken or not. He helped me onto the couch and I rested my head on his shoulder, his hand softly petting my hair as he offered me a drink. I took the bottle and smiled in appreciation before gulping down a fair amount of it. I let the impatient drummer know that his stuff was on the table and waved him off to put everything on.

“You two are fucking gross!” He shouted in the bathroom doorway, loudly slamming the door.

Mick was in too much of a good mood to respond, instead he was focused on me and his bottle. Tommy soon came out in a huff, but admitted that he really loved it, even though he practically grumbled it under his breath.

Vince cleared his throat, “So… Chinese sounds good tonight?”

Everyone unanimously agreed and Vince got on the phone to place our orders. Aside from a few compliments about the outfits and how soon they would be getting their makeup, to say that dinner time was awkward was an absolute understatement. Thankfully someone had the smart idea to turn on the TV, after about an hour’s run of Dukes of Hazzard and Wonder Woman later, I was feeling a little ready to hit the sack. Mick soon followed behind, the guys kept their eyes glued to the screen as Charlie’s Angels title sequence began.

“You boys promise to be in bed by 10?” I joked.

Nikki answered for the group, “Yes ‘mother’, we’ll make sure to brush our teeth while we’re at it.”

“Good, well see you in the morning,” I headed out, taking Mick’s hand and asking him to help me with the costumes, soon returning to my apartment. “Just put everything on the table for right now, I’ll hang it up later.”

Mick shut the front door with his leg, holding back a grunt as he set everything down. I was immediately at his side, even though he told me that he was fine. I wanted to say something, but he waved his hand and shook his head, “I’m fine, just let me sit down.”

“Here, come with me Mick,” I helped him to the couch, “Here lie down-”

Mick stubbornly refused and insisted that he preferred to sit instead. I sighed, but let him be as I took the spot beside him. I moved back a lock of my hair, as I stared at him. My eyes were on his lips, and I could feel my hand instinctively resting upon my chest.

He raised a brow and smirked, “So, why’d you bring me here?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who took my hand, I think you had reason,” he noted with a chuckle. “Did you want to talk about something? Or did you want me to suck on your tits again?”

“Shut up,” I answered with a snicker, still he was right about wanting to have him here with me. Now that we were finally alone, I felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it. “Well Mick, I um… I really loved what you did to me today. That was… amazing.”

Mick reached over and pecked my lips, his hand resting on my thigh giving me a little squeeze. I hummed against his lips as he offered me more of his kisses, “You were a very naughty girl today.” One kiss on my jaw, “The guys could have seen you.” One kiss on my cheek, “But you wanted it...” One kiss to my other cheek, “You’re a dirty girl, Princess. And you loved it, didn’t you?”

All I could muster was a delightful purr, my hands caressing his chest. His pecks continued, reaching to my throat and nipping at me with his teeth. I sighed as I craned my head back and let him continue, biting down on my lip as I felt his hands reach into the back of my shirt. My body was aching for his touch and sure enough his hands started to fondle my back, his fingers sliding along the band of my bra. I hummed his name and my heart skipped a beat when he successfully unhooked the rings with ease. His hands reached to the front and freed me of my garment, tossing it aside, and rubbing my breasts over my shirt. His thumbs easily located my nipples, slowly circling my buds that were clearly poking through the fabric.

“You like that baby?” He seductively inquired, lightly pulling on them.

“Yes, daddy.” My chest was heaving with each breath. “More…please, more!”

He smirked and his hands drifted down towards the waistband of my jeans, one hand moving further down, lightly brushing his thumb over my clothed center as the other worked at getting my jeans undone. I gasped at the feeling of heat shooting straight to my core and released his name on a whispered breath. I could feel myself shaking in a combination of desire and nerves, need and just a little bit frightened. Not because of Mick, but because I’ve never let anyone get this far before. What if the idea of me being a virgin scared him off? Or maybe he would prefer someone with experience? I knew I should talk to him about this before it’s too late, but I couldn’t stop squirming against that deliciously soft touch at my center.

“Mick…”

He only hummed in response as he started pressing soft kisses on the area above my jeans as he worked the zipper down with his hands.

“Mick. Wait…”

His hands immediately stopped, but his mouth was not quite able to suppress a groan. He looked up at me with concern in his eyes. Maybe he was a bit worried too. “What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

I took a moment to gather my breath and shifted back up into a sitting position. “First, please just know that I want this. But, first, there’s something you should know…”

I must have looked panicked, because he sat up a little straighter and cupped my cheek in his hand. “Hey, what is it? You can tell me. You know that?”

I leaned into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. “I…I know. It’s just…I…I’ve never…I don’t know what to do!”

Mick almost seemed to stop breathing. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? That I’m…I’m your first?”

I nodded, unable to make a sound, though I got up on my knees and moved closer to him.

“I don’t deserve that. I’m not-“

I stopped his rambling of self-doubt, “Hey, let me decide who deserves it, it’s mine to give. Just show me what to do.”

He leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the lips. “Where’s the bedroom?”

I smiled against the kiss and stood up, shimmying out of my jeans and started walking toward my room, crooning my finger at him in a come hither motion. Mick was quick to get out of his seat and followed me down the hall, losing his clothes along the way. I took off my shirt and bra once inside my room and turned on the lamp next to my bed for some soft light. Mick came up from behind me, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down past my hips.

“Lose those too, Princess.” He whispered in my ear before moving to the bed, pulling the sheets back and setting up the pillows. I finished taking off my panties and watched as he climbed onto the bed with his back against the pillows and held his hand out to me. “Come here, Princess.”

I bit my lip as I felt my nerves rising in anticipation and took his hand, letting him guide me onto the bed and straddle his lap. He placed his hands on my thighs, slowly moving them up to explore my body as if memorizing me by feel. I leaned forward to press my lips to his, one of my hands on the headboard for support while I gently wrapped the other around his throat, deepening our kiss. Mick settled one of his hands at my breast, his thumb flicking against my nipple as he brought his other hand to my center. I could feel his knuckles brushing against my center, as before on the couch, sending another shot of heat through me.

My hips moved instinctively and I hummed into his mouth. A finger parted my nether lips and felt the vibration of his answering moan against my mouth. My lower half pushed down on his digit, begging for him to touch me further. He happily obliged as his finger traced both my outer and inner lips, slowly following the way my petals were formed. Barely sliding over and around my bud, causing me to whine and gasp as I parted from his mouth.

He chuckled, “My sweet girl, my sweet little Princess.” The padding of his fingertip barely swiped along my clitoris, his smirk becoming deeper, “That’s it, moan for me.”

Whether he ordered me or not, all I could do was produce nothing but the sounds of pleasure, slightly being able to say his name, “M-Mick, oh Mick…”

His hand placed itself comfortably between my legs, “Fuck yourself on my fingers and keep your eyes on me. Understand?”

He gave my thigh a squeeze, and I answered back, “Yes Daddy.”

I could only hold back my moans as best as I could. My hips rising and falling upon the shape of those talented digits of his. He kept his hand still and examined the way my face and body would react. I moved my hips slowly, trying to control the sensations running through me, but then he added a second finger and began to stretch me, scissoring the digits against my walls. Whatever little control I had was suddenly gone. Both my hands now gripped the headboard as my hips moved faster. My moans became louder and my eyes began to close against this new feeling I didn’t have words for. Then I felt a smack against the side of my ass, causing me to gasp in a strange sense of pleasure.

“Look at me, Princess.”

I opened my eyes again, trying to focus on his own. His thumb flicked across my clit and I nearly screamed his name, making my hips jerk in reaction. Another flick caused a similar reaction.

“Mick! I-I-I!”

“Let go, Princess. Cum for me.”

I still didn’t quite understand what was happening to me, but damn it was mind blowing! I could feel the inner muscles of my… begging to squeeze around his fingers as he began to curl them inside me, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot. I stopped trying to keep any control over myself and thrust my hips against his fingers with wild abandon, head thrown back as I loudly called his name, forgetting that I had neighbors while I cried out in pleasure, begging for my release until it finally came with a scream and my legs started shaking.

“Good girl, Princess. So, wet…” he whispered, slowly removing his fingers from my core, bringing them to his mouth and sucking my nectar from them with a deep, savoring moan.

As I watched him, another shot of heat went straight to my core and I could feel the wetness between my legs start coating my thighs. I tried to squeeze my thighs together and I felt the tip of his cock against my center, sending a pulsing ache through me and making me whimper.

“I’ve got you, Princess.” He brought me down for a gentle yet passionate kiss and I happily invited his tongue into my mouth. I felt him shift just slightly, reaching down between us, and then the tip of his cock gathering my nectar and lining himself up at my entrance. “Are you ready to take my cock, Princess?”

I whimpered again, but nodded my head. “Yes. Please, Daddy…”

Mick pulled me roughly down on him by my hips until I took as much of him as I could. My body jerked toward him and I bit back another scream. I couldn’t decide between pleasure or pain, but it subsided fairly quickly. He stilled for a moment, whispering reassurances that the painful part was over. The feeling of being filled by him was almost overwhelming and I whimpered again, feeling a need to move and squeeze him, making him moan. At last he began to move his own hips as he guided mine to slide along his length.

“Just like that, Princess. Good girl.” He praised me as I continued to follow his guidance on my own. His fingers teased my clit and his mouth devoured my breasts, leaving love bites in his wake.

[misswhiskeyheart]

Sunday (Mick Mars x Reader)

We lay naked; legs entwined and a sheen of sweat glossing over our skin. My head rested against his chest, tucked against him as his fingertips traced featherlight patterns on my arm. He lifted my hand and brought it close to his face, as if he was studying each line on my knuckles, each torn cuticle and each fingernail. His thumb brushed over the faded scar on the knuckle of my pinky; the one that looked like a star. “Were you bitten by a rat?”

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[toria-lilith]

Smoke and Roses - A Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx fan fiction (chapter one)

A/N - Hi guys! So I made a post about this a few days ago but I decided, since I finally remembered the fucking password to this blog, that I’d rework some of the writing and plot points in Smoke and Roses, and republish it! I really hope you enjoy more this time round! 

Fic Summary: Holland Van-Ness is a PR manager. At only twenty three years old, she is smart, sharp and straight edge; and the best in the business at what she does. But when she gets involved with the reckless Motley Crue, her life changes forever.

DISCLAIMER:: I would like start by saying I do not condone any of the actions portrayed by any member of Motley Crue, any member of their crew, or any OC. This work is fictitious, and is in no way meant to glamorise drug or alcohol abuse. ‘Smoke and Roses’ is based on the events of Netflix’s ‘The Dirt’, and the autobiography of the same name, and follows the both of them closely, and will include details regarding the aforementioned abuse that may be triggering to some readers. The timeline in this fic also differs slightly from real life and The Dirt. With all that being said, proceed with caution, and enjoy!

It was the ringing of the phone that awoke Holland.

In her grogginess, she seriously considered rolling back over and ignoring it, but just when she thought it was done, it started to ring again; long, and loud, and tearing her back from the comfort of sleep.

Holland groaned. She rolled begrudgingly out of bed and made her way across her bedroom, where her phone was hung upon the wall opposite her bed by the window. Whoever was calling her better have had a damn good reason to be bothering her at nine AM, and on a Saturday of all days.

“Hello?” She said tiredly into the receiver, running a hand back through her dark blonde hair to push it back from her face, “Holland Van-Ness speaking.”

“Ahh, Holly,” a voice, irritatingly cheerful for the time of day, greeted her on the other end. “It’s Doc Mghee.”

Well, that certainly peaked her interest, and Holland was suddenly wide awake. Though she had known Doc for years, he rarely called for a chat, which could only mean one thing; he had a job for her. “Doc, good to hear from you,” she responded warmly, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

It had been a year or so since Holland had last spoken to the infamous manager. He had been a close friend of her Father’s before he passed away, and had been the one to help her break into the music industry when she was a mere eighteen years old. That had been five years ago; and Holland was eternally grateful. She owed a massive amount of her success to Doc. “Tell me,” he said, “how soon are you able to get to LA?”

Holland raised an eyebrow at the question even though Doc couldn’t see her. “Doc, if I’m going to make a trip to LA, I should know what it’s about.”

Doc chuckled. “I’m getting to it. I’ve found you a band.”

“Oh yeah?” Holland had expected that, of course. She balanced the phone between her ear and her shoulder and reached over to her dresser to fish for a notebook and pen. “And… what band might this be?”

“You’re not going to like it,” Doc chuckled again, and Holland didn’t like the way he seemed to be deliberately avoiding answering her question. “But just hear me out, alright? I think this might be just the challenge you’ve been looking for.”

Holland felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Part of her thought she knew exactly who had had in mind, and he was right; she didn’t like it. “...Go on,” she pressed him after a moment.

Doc chuckled for a third time. He sounded unmistakably nervous. “Motley Crue.”

For a moment, Holland was silent as she digested this information, and then she laughed. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Holly-”

“Are you crazy? Doc, you seriously want me to fly all the way out to LA to be their PR manager? That’s career suicide!” 

“Holly,” he went on pleadingly, “these boys need help. If anyone can sort out their shit-show of a public image, it’s you. They’re on the verge of real success here, but my God, their image has got to be fixed. They need you, Holly. Just come to one show. If you think they’re beyond help, I’ll pay for your flight back. But just give them a chance. These kids need some sense talking into them and they don’t listen to me.”

“Kids?” Holland scoffed. “They��re not kids, they’re grown ass men!”

“Look, the choice is yours,” Doc sighed heavily, “can I expect to meet you at the airport or not?”

“Dammit Doc…” she groaned loudly, making it very clear to him exactly how she felt. “Fine. I’ll catch the next flight out.”

Holland heard Doc cheer. “Holland Van-Ness, you are a star!”

The line went dead as Doc hung up. That time, it was Holland’s turn to sigh. She’d heard stories about Motley Crue that were rivalled only by her nightmares. In the six months since they’d debuted, they’d singlehandedly caused more problems than any other band Holland had managed, and she had had to put up with some serious shit. From their very first gig, Holland had decided they were trouble, and she had sworn to herself that she was not going to get involved with them or any other band like them. Apparently, that was not a promise she was going to be keeping.

Holland padded sleepily into the bathroom, where she lingered for a moment to brush her teeth and pull a comb through her hair. She paused by the sink to take a good luck at her reflection. She looked a damn sight better than she had done five minutes ago, but there was an emotion in her eyes that Holland didn’t immediately recognize. She realised after a moment, that it was fear. 

She drew in a shaky breath. When she told Doc working with Motley was career suicide, she hadn’t been joking, and that thought scared her more than anything. If she didn’t have her job, what did she have?

She rushed back into her bedroom where she dressed quickly and threw a few essentials into a small suitcase. Anything else she needed, or had forgotten, she supposed she could buy once she landed in LA. Holland had worked with a menagerie of bands; from small, local acts to headlining musicians. She had helped all of them maintain a fairly respectable public image. But now, in the cab on her way to the airport to meet Motley freakin’ Crue, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was completely out of her depth.

She made her way through customs fairly quickly and within the hour, found herself in a less than comfortable aisle seat on a four hour flight from Miami to LA. That sinking feeling remade its home in her stomach as the plane started its ascension, and Holland found herself gripping the arm rest, so tightly her knuckles strained white against her skin. She was at least comforted by the thought that when she inevitably wanted to return home, she wouldn’t have to pay for the flight.

As the plane made its way through the sky towards LA, Holland tried to catch up on the sleep that Doc had so cruelly taken from her but it was nearly impossible over the roar of the engines and her own feelings of anxiety, and so eventually, she gave up and resigned herself to watching the clouds whizz by the window. Before she knew it, LA was upon her, and she found Doc waiting for her by the luggage claim.

When she saw her old family friend, all her frustration momentarily drained away and she embraced him in a tight, if not brief, hug. “It’s good to see you, Holly,” he told her with a smile.

“And you!” She said. She looked anxiously over his shoulder, expecting to see the band stroll through the duty free stores towards them. “They’re not joining us?” She asked him.

“Relax,” Doc assured her quickly, “they’re not here. I thought you’d want to get some brunch and get settled in first.”

Holland smiled weakly, reassured. “That sounds great.”

She collected her suitcase and allowed Doc to carry it out to the cab for her. She could have carried it herself given that it wasn’t too heavy, but she was exhausted after her busy morning, and was secretly grateful for his help. When they got into the back of the cab, Doc looked as though he was going to start with some pleasantries, but when he turned to Holland and saw the look on her face, he knew she was ready to talk business. He could tell she had a lot of questions, and motioned for her to start.

“Alright,” she said, folding her hands casually on her lap, “first and foremost, where am I going to be staying? You didn’t mention a hotel or anything in your phone call.”

Doc grimaced and didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity. “Once again,” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, “you’re not going to like it.”

Holland’s face fell a mile. “Doc…” she deadpanned, “tell me I’m not going to be staying with them.” She looked at him intently but Doc said nothing, which only confirmed her fears. “Are you serious, Doc?” She asked him furiously, “working with them is going to be bad enough!”

“The money’s not bad,” he reminded her, hoping to diffuse the situation but she only scoffed.

“Yet clearly not good enough to buy me a hotel room,” she scowled. “Why the hell do I have to stay with them?”

“Holly, these boys aren’t like anyone you’ve ever worked with before,” Doc told her. “You’re going to have to work a lot harder with them than you have with any other band. You’re going to need them to trust you, Holly. And this is the way to do that.” He gave her a look that Holly recognized and understood almost instantly. It was the same pleading look her Father used when he wanted her to cooperate.

Even so, she groaned loudly. “Alright, fine,” she relented. “I’ll stay with them.” She sighed, turning to look out of the window to avoid seeing the triumphant grin on Doc’s face. “So, what are they like?”

“They’re…” Doc trailed off. He glanced out of his own window, as though the street passing by would inspire him. “They’re a handful,” he settled on eventually, “self centered. Arrogant. But, they’re talented as Hell, and I think they’ve got it in them to be good kids. They just need a little push in the right direction.”

Holland hummed in acknowledgement. She didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t need to. A beeping sound came from Doc’s pocket. He sighed, pulling out the small pager. A scowl passed over his face.

“Aw, crap,” he mumbled, “sorry, Holly. We might have to put that brunch on hold.” He slipped the pager back into his pocket and fed another address to the cab driver, different to the one he had initially given.

“Why?” Holland frowned, “what’s happened?”

“What’s happened is you’re about to start your job a couple hours early,” he said grimly, “there’s been a fight.”

Holland found herself rolling her eyes. “Of course there has,” she grumbled, though she didn’t know why she was surprised. When working with Motley Crue, she should have expected nothing less.

[nikki-fcking-sixx]

this is my halloween costume for a party tmrw <3

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Shout at the Devil

A/N: Happy Halloween! I’m back! And if feels good to be writing again. I’ve been rewatching Supernatural and started working on this earlier this month. I hope y’all enjoy it! Nikki Sixx summons a demon.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions drugs, drug use, sex, language, the occult and death.

Dec 30 1981

Dirt and rocks crunched under my boots with every step, carrying me further down the backroad as I mentally went over the list of things I’d need, according to the chick at the occult store.

Shovel, check.

Jar of grave yard dirt, check.

Bone of a black cat, check.

Photo of myself, check.

Full moon, check.

All things I’d need to summon a demon. Supposedly.

As I closed in on the crossroads, I began to sweat. I was rethinking my leather jacket. Or maybe it wasn’t the heat, El Niño weather, but fear. Either this would work, and I’d be facing a demon, or it wouldn’t and I’d be pissed.

I stopped right in the center of the gravel paths and looked up at the road sign.

“Error Way and Badd Road” I read aloud to no one. “Huh, wonder if that’s an omen.”

Shrugging off the slight unsettled feeling in my gut, I let the shovel hit ground with a loud ping.

“Time to dig” I mumbled begrudgingly.

I focused on the task at hand to keep the fear and doubt from tickling back into my thoughts. This shit had better be worth it.

Dig a hole just deep enough to bury the jar, and wait. How long would I wait? The chick at the metaphysical store hadn’t given me many details. She didn’t even want to tell me how it was done at first. Luckily I can be pretty persuasive.

I grew more impatient with every mound of dirt I piled next to the small opening in the earth I had created.

“Fuck it, that’s good enough” I sighed, taking the photo of myself from my pocket, I had to cut some chick out of the picture, hopefully that wouldn’t matter. The cat bone was already in the jar, along with the grave yard dirt. Quickly I shoved the photo in the jar, and screwed the lid back on. I knelt down, gently placing the jar in the hole. I stared at it for a moment before I grabbed a handful of dirt and slowly began to cover it. My own face staring back at me from the photo behind the glass. I sighed as I dusted my hands off.

“Now what?” I murmured as I looked around.

I fully took in my surroundings for the first time. The moon in the sky was bright enough to light up everything, but it wasn’t warm like the suns light, it was cold. Everything was tinted in hues of blue and grey. The darkness of the shadows seemed endless.

It wasn’t until I shifted to stand that I realized, there weren’t any typical night sounds. No crickets, no rustling of leaves, not even the hoot of an owl. In that moment I truly understood the meaning of, the silence was deafening. It caused a pit in my stomach. My fight or flight was kicking in.

“Screw it” I said, as I turned quickly on my heels only to be stopped before I could move further.

“Shit” I yelped, startled.

An stunning woman was standing before me. Her waist length brown hair, framed her pale face, with full dark lips. She was clad in leather that hugged every curve of her body. As alluring as she was, her eyes made my blood run cold. They were red. Glowing, fiery, red.

“Wow” I breathed.

“Thanks”. Her voice was like silk, it was as if the single word ran smoothly down my spine, causing me to shiver.

“I honestly didn’t know what to expect” I admitted, for some reason.

“I come in whatever form appeals to you. Now, you called, I answered, I’m assuming you want to make a deal.” She said, slowly moving towards me, her body swaying seductively.

“A deal? Right, yeah. I um...I want Motley Crue to be famous, world wide. I want fame, fortune, women, tours, multi platinum albums. I want it all.” I blurted.

I’d never said the words out loud before. I’d said it all without thinking. Just a brief pause, and I’d lost control of my own voice. My own thoughts. It was surprising to hear the words coming from my mouth. No matter how true they were.

A smile slowly spread across her lips. It wasn’t friendly, but also not pure evil. It was a knowing and ,somehow, condescending smile. Her red eyes flickered, with what I can only assume was the pleasure she was getting from this moment.

“Well, you don’t want much, do ya?” She cooed.

“I deserve it” the words flew from my mouth before a thought even formed in my mind.

Her brows peaked as a laugh bubbles from her mouth. It wasn’t a pleasant, happy sound, it was guttural. Evil. I froze in fear.

I swallowed thickly as she spoke.

“You do, huh? Well then, I’ll give you six years, Nikki Sixx, instead of the standard ten.”

“What...what do you mean? Like when you’ll take my soul?” I questioned, seems I wasn’t as prepared as I thought.

“Oh no, handsome, I already have that” she said, her hand flicking open. A small, bright orb shimmered in here palm. It seemed to be trying to escape her, it began darting around, held back by some invisible force.

Quickly, she curled her hand into a fist crushing the light. As she did I felt a sharp pain deep within my chest. It’s intensity causing me to gasp, and grab at my shirt. I doubled over, trying to catch my breath. Bright, star bursts clouding my vision.

As the pain subsided I looked back at her, a sinister expression played on her face.

“Six year to what?” I panted, standing to my full height again. My hand still planted firmly on my chest.

“Until you die” she replied, so matter of factly.

“Wha...” I huffed.

“Yeah, that’s all part of the deal. Didn’t anyone tell you that?” I asked, cocking her head. She was enjoying this. Her expression hid nothing.

“No” I said quietly.

“Well” she hummed “you’re welcome to turn back now...I’ll play nice.”

The look on her face told me otherwise.

“Six year...” I hummed. I’d live past 27, unlike Hendrix, Morrison. I could do a lot in six years. Have a lot of fun. Make a lot of money. Bag so many chicks. Do so many drugs.

“How it will happen?” I asked, the demons eyes trained on me as I began to paced.

“Oh I don’t know. I haven’t thought of the how yet. But my babies will find you” she shrugged.

“Babies?” I asked cluelessly.

I wasn’t clueless long. Soon there was a rustling in the tall grass, growls and barks followed. But there was nothing there as the sounds drew closer.

“What the hell!” I panicked. Moving backwards away from the unseen. The unknown. I was being cornered but nothing, or nothing visible.

“Ha! Yes!” She said, almost giddy. “Hellhounds. My babies!”

I spun around as I felt her hand on my shoulder, the growls and barking stopping.

“Do we have a deal?” She asked, her voice low, her eyes searing into mine. I was sure I’d see them in my nightmares for years to come. I could hear the echoes of screams in my mind as she stared me down. But they weren’t my own, they were other souls. Souls shed collected. As loudly as they screamed, they couldn’t stop what happened next.

The word slip passed my lips, quietly, little more than a breath, “yes.”

“Perfect!” She clapped her hands together like some demonic cheerleader, reveling in her conquest. Her smile growing larger and more sinister.

“So....now what? Do I sign your book or whatever?” I asked.

“Book? Do I look like Lucifer? Is it’s 1692? This isn’t some Hawthorne story, Goodman Brown.” She laughed, although I wasn’t sure if she was laughing at me or her own jokes.

“No no...you kiss me.” She said, her lips curved into a devious smirk.

“I kiss you...as in, sealed with a kiss?” I asked.

“Where do you think the term came from?” she laughed, moving closer to me.

My body responded on its own. Leaning towards her. But my mind told me to run. Scream. My body didn’t care if she was dangerous.

Here crimson eyes raked over my face, down my body, and back up. She licked her lips before a hiss passed over her clenched teeth.

“You’ll be so fun to play with” she whisper, her hand snaking up my chest, before she grabbed my chin roughly. In a blink her lips were on mine. The white hot heat of an electric current rocketed through my body, from my lips to my toes and back again.

As quickly as it happened, it was over.

“Ouch” I said through my fingers as I rubbed my lips.

“Ya got six years handsome, make em count. And...enjoy the fame.” She quipped before turned on her heels, and started walking away from me.

Flames began crawling up her legs as she moved, and swiftly made their way up her figure. As confusion and panic started spike, she was gone. Not even a cloud of smoke remained.

“Now what?” I asked out loud. Bewilderment over the past five minutes settled in. Did that really happen? Was the band going to become more famous then we could imagine? Did I really only have six years?

I picked up the shovel as I began to make my way back to my car. I guess we’d have to wait and see.

Dec 23, 1987

Usually I heard what sounded like people talking when I was high. Causing me to fire off my gun and shoot at unseen intruders. But today, and the past few days, it was dogs. I heard dogs barking and growling. Clawing at my doors. I knew the only answer was to shoot up again. It was always the only answer.

But I knew they were her dogs. Waiting for me. It was closing in on six years. She’d kept her end of the deal, we had it all. And I made sure to drink it, snort it, fuck it and shoot it all.

At the hotel I was too shaken and physically shaky to shoot myself up. The dogs were getting closer. Slash was there, but too fucked up to help, so I asked the dealer.

“Do it for me?” I mumbled, trying to tie off my arm. “The dogs won’t stop otherwise.”

“Dogs?” he huffed with a humorless laugh. “If the money weren’t so good, I might tell you you need to cut back.”

“Shut up, asshole” I said through clenched teeth as I held onto the belt as tightly as I could.

Soon I felt the comforting pinch of the needle as it sank into my skin. I watched as the plunger dropped and released the belt. My eyes slammed shut. The normal feeling of peace and pain relief didn’t hit me. And the dogs didn’t stop barking.

They got louder. Closer. I could feel their breath on my face. Feel them around me.

My eyes flew open, and I was shocked to find myself standing at the crossroads.

“What the hell?” I gasped.

“Oh this isn’t hell....not yet.” A familiar, silky voice spoke from behind me.

The same pit formed in my stomach as I gradually turned towards the sound of her voice.

When I faced her head on, she looked the same as she did the night I made a deal with her. She was sexy, but pure evil seeped out of her.

“Hello handsome” she cooed, soothingly. Her eyes glowing. They’d haunted me for years. I swore I felt them watching me, constantly.

“You made me OD?” I asked, I thought her dogs were going to rip me to shreds before that hit. “Not very creative.”

“No,” she admitted “you did that on your own. You’re reckless, which I like.”

She winked at me as I scoffed.

“But you really didn’t make this much fun for my babies or myself. Usually they have a good nibble at someone before we’re reunited. And I had everything planned out perfectly!” She plastered a faux pout on her lips.

“Sorry to disappoint.” I said, irritated.

“Oh, maybe I’ll still let them have a bit or two,” she replied, her vicious smile returning to her face.

“I’m dead then? The ride is over?” I asked. Not ready to truly believe it.

She nodded as she moved towards me, her body swaying side to side, like a snake. Her eyes burning brighter.

“Now it’s time to have some fun” she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck, and her fingers crawling up my hair. Feeling like spiders.

“For who?” I spit.

“Oh” she chuckled “for me of course. You’ve had your time. Now...it’s my turn.”

She leaned closer, her lips brushing me ear as she whispered, “I’m gonna enjoy this.” Her tongue shot out, licking my cheek.

I shook her off as her evil laugh spilled from her mouth. Who knew someone so hot could make my skin crawl.

“Ready?” She asked, as she began to walk backwards, I felt a pull. Like a rope was tied around me, tugging at me. Drawing me towards her. With her.

But I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t ever expected demons to be real, or even the deal we made. She’d coerced me, pulled the thoughts and wishes from my mind before I even had a chance to reconsider. But that’s what you get when you mess with demons I guess.

I dug my heels in the ground.

“No” I said through gritted teeth. I wasn’t ready.

“Excuse me?” She hissed. Her face contorted, illuminated by the glow of her eyes.

“No!” I yelled.

Suddenly I sat up. Gasping. Sweating. With a sharp pain in my chest.

I quickly glanced around, I wasn’t at the crossroads any longer. I had never been more relieved to be in an ambulance. As I looked down towards the pain, I saw two syringes stuck in my chest.

I looked towards the man sitting by my side and said the only thing I could.

“Ouch!”

1988

After the withdrawals and a lot of therapy, I was feeling better. I was sleeping, eating, showering.

And writing.

When I was high, I was too focused on my next high. Now I was craving a new album, especially after the canceled tour.

I wasn’t sure if what I experienced that night, or even the whole ordeal with the demon has been real. Was it all the drugs? Has I lost my mind for years and no one noticed? Or maybe they did, but didn’t want to crash their gravy train. Whatever the case, I tried not to dwell on it, but during the withdrawals she haunted my fevered dreams. Her wicked laugh, her sinister eyes. They were nothing but nightmare fuel, no matter how pretty the package.

I had my nose in a notebook, as I plucked at my bass strings when there was a knock on my rehab room door.

“You have a visitor” said the young male nurse who popped in “they’re outside, on the lawn.”

“Thanks” I said, letting my pencil drop. I carefully laid my guitar on the bed, as I stood and stretched. I’d been sitting there for a few hours. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I liked having visitors.

I grabbed a cup of coffee as I made my way out to the lawn. I shielded my eyes from the setting sun, as I looked around. There were people milling around, but all the tables were empty, except one. It was the furthest from the door. And the figure sitting there made my blood freeze in my veins.

It couldn’t be.

I slowly and cautiously walked towards her. Her long hair hanging over the back of the chair. Her leather clan legs crossed one over the other. I was glad her back was to me. I wasn’t ready to face her yet.

I stopped a few feet from the table, trying to gather my courage.

“Come, sit with me” she said, not bothering to turn around.

I exhauled loudly, I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath. I steadied myself as I walked around the table and took the seat across from her.

I set my coffee on the table before I lowered myself into the chair. I hadn’t looked at her yet, I focused on the cup, the chair, my feet, anything but her. I could feel her gaze on me though. Burning a hole through my skin, which she could likely do.

I closed my eyes before raising my face towards her.

Slowly I forced my eye lids open, and looked at her. A smirk played on her lips, but her terrifying eyes were hidden behind large dark sunglasses, much to my relief.

“Hello again, handsome” she cooed, as I leaned back slightly in my chair.

“Come to take me back to hell?” I asked.

She chuckled before sighing dramatically.

“You never made it to hell, handsome, what a pity.” She replied, “no, I’m actually here to return this to you.”

She laid her hand on the table, palm up, as a small, dim light flickered in her hand.

“My soul” I whispered, staring at the light as it seemed to brighten when I spoke.

“Yeah” she sounded irritated, “seems you found a loop hole in our deal. You died, but you were brought back. So this no longer belongs to me.”

Without hesitation, I reached for the light, but she quickly pulled her hand away. Taunting me.

I looked back at her, the glasses now on the tip of her nose, revealing her demon eyes.

“Unless, of course” she hissed “you want to make another deal.” Her ruby lips curled into an evil grin.

“No” I mumbled.

“No? You don’t sound so sure” she pressed.

“No.” I bit back.

“Fine, you’re really no fun now” she groaned, her hand extending closer to me. I reached for it again, and just as my finger tip brushed the edge of the light, I felt a jolt shake my body. Warmth flooded every bone, every muscle, every cell in my body.

She continued to stare at me, rolling her blood red eyes as my body stop shaking. She’s lost at her own game, it seemed to be new for her, and not something she seemed to relish.

“Thank you” I said, even though I wasn’t sure why.

Her eyebrow peaked as she pushed the sunglasses back up her nose.

“Enjoy it, I guess” she shrugged before quickly getting to her feet, “you know how to find me when you need me.”

“I won’t need you” I said quickly.

“We’ll see, handsome” she said before blowing me a kiss “we’ll see.”

@niksixx @nikki-fucking-sixx @nikkisiexx @nikkisixxwiththebass @xxisxxisxxis

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|| 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

[groupieformckagan]

Does anyone have any suggestions for fanfics that involve Eddie Munson AND Mötley Crüe??? I found one on here that I liked and was looking for more. I don’t care if they’re on Wattpad AO3 or here on tumblr :)

[hollywoodroses]

Thank you for 72 notes on my mötley crüe fan fiction, sincerely yours, nikki

It’s the most notes I got on a story. Is it possible to get it to 100 notes, please 🥺 it’s my dream.

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

She’s My Collar pt. 5

So I was gonna try to upload an update for both fics, but I’m still feeling yucky so have this chapter for now which I’m sorry if it’s not great, the next one will be better I promise lol.

Tag List: @nowhereiswhereibelong​ @littlemisscare-all​

“Miss did you hear me?” The officer in front of me grunts.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question for me?” I ask shyly focusing on him and not Kevin shouting and thrashing as the other cops are shoving him into the police car.

“I asked you if you could give me your recount of the events that took place tonight.”

“Oh right. Well…”

The flames are starting the consume the curtains and spread across the carpet as Tommy and I round the corner from my bedroom. I make a beeline for the kitchen to grab the extinguisher I had luckily purchased when Nikki started lighting himself on fire in their apartment. I toss it to Tommy and he gets everything currently on fire doused with the foamy liquid. 

“What the fuck?” He wonders aloud as he reaches down picking up a broken bottle out of the mess. “River who the fuck would throw a moltov cocktail in your apartment?”

It’s like Loki the God of chaos himself is answering him when my door is kicked in and Kevin sways in full of intoxicated rage. He spots me frozen with fear against the fridge and begins to stomp towards me.

“You fucking good for nothing cunt I should’ve killed you when I had the chance” He screams and lunges towards me but is knocked to the ground by Tommy tackling him.

Tommy’s fist is covered in blood by the time I can get him pulled off Kevin and he spits on him as I get him pulled out of there just in time for the police and fire department to be pulling into the parking lot.

“We’ll be in touch.” The man hands me his card with his info on it before getting in his car and leaving.

Tommy is silent as we walk back to my apartment for me to inspect the damage done. My plants near my window scorched and my carpet destroyed is enough to send me over the edge. I collapse in the fetal position and let myself break down for the first time since the chaos began. I feel Tommy lay on the ground next to me and wrap his arms around me letting me have my moment. 

“Thank you.” I hoarsely let out.

“I told you that you were stuck with us guys for the rest of your life especially me.” He pressed a small kiss to my shoulder and butterflies filled my stomach.

“Let's get off the ground.” I sniffle the both of us sitting back up slowly and eventually clambering back into my bed. 

He pulls me against his body and rests his chin on the top of my head, the soft movement of him breathing lulling me to sleep.

“It’s the goddamn principal of the matter.” Nikki ranted as he paced through my living room while I tried to enjoy my morning coffee.

“So tell Vince you’re pissed.”

“No I can’t let him think he won. He needs to think I never wanted Beth in the first place.” He scoffed.

“Did you want Beth?”

“She gives great blowjobs. That’s why I suggested a threesome in the first place.” He plops into one of my chairs looking up at the ceiling.

“Listen Nikki I’m gonna be brutally honest since we’re friends and you would be with me, this is your fault for opening up your girlfriend to Vince Neil.”

“I hate it when you’re right you know that?”

“You’ll find a new groupie to fuck Nikki you’ll be fine. Now we gotta get to the studio you boys have photos for the album we need to take today.”

The boys had finished recording their first album by the grace of God himself. They spent the entire few days in the studio drunk and pissing off their sketchball manager, but by the end of it they had a full blown album that didn’t take much money to produce. They even got to save money on photos for the album since I was their personal photographer, which aforementioned sketchball was thrilled about. His name was Alan, but I didn’t have a good feeling about him so I rarely referred to him by his name, not to his face.

“My hair isn’t going to show!” Vince pouted in front of the (awful) white background Alan had thrown together for their album pictures.

“It’ll be fine Vinnie we’re gonna get them edited by a professional.” He quipped from beside me.

“Excuse me?” I ask unaware he was having somebody else  edit my photos.

“Well yeah sweetheart you expect me to trust the work of an amature to look good enough without editing? You’re out of your mind.” 

“Listen here you sweaty ass-” I’m cut off by Tommy’s hand covering my mouth blocking the next slew of insults I had prepared.

“Let's take 5 for a cigarette break” He says cheerfully and leads me away still covering my mouth.

“You can stop licking my hand thinking that is gonna make me move it from your mouth you know.” Tommy says after dragging me outside the building we were shooting in. I pull away from him and fix him with a death glare that he just chuckles at lighting up a cigarette.

“I don’t want someone else to fuck with my photos Tommy. They’ll ruin it, I just know it.”

“It’ll be fine Riv. Besides if it’s fucked up then next time Alan can pay you more to do the photos and the editing.”

“Yeah that cheap bastard isn’t about to pay me more for jack shit Tommy.” I roll my eyes and pace back and forth in front of him. “Are you guys sure you want him as your manager? He gives me a weird feeling.”

“I think you’re paranoid babe” Tommy pulled me close and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Now lets get through this photoshoot so we can party it up later alright?”

“As much as I hate The Troubadour sometimes, yes I’m willing to get through the rest of the photoshoot so that we can go ‘party it up’ with the boys there” I tease and lean in close to him.

Tommy’s intoxicating scent of leather, cigarettes, and the men’s body wash I’ve been getting him to use pulls me in and I tuck my face into his neck and place a soft kiss there. He hums as his hand plays softly in my hair and he pulls slightly to tilt my head up. Our lips connect in a soft peck and he pulls away to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

When I walk back in Alan was nowhere to be found, which was perfect for me so that I could get my work done faster. Vince it seems has also finished his little temper tantrum as well. The rest of the shoot goes by without a hitch and we get our final shot for the cover of the album, which was just a close up shot of Vince’s crotch. By the time we get done and piled into my car it’s about time to get ready for the party the boys were throwing for completing the album and releasing it themselves on their own record label.

“Are you Nikki Sixx?” A voice off to the side of Nikki calls and he turns from our conversation with a shit eating grin giving her a single “no”  in response.

“Oh well that’s a shame cause I was going to split this quaalude with him.” She shrugs and goes to move on, but Nikki quickly stops her and confirms he in fact is Nikki Sixx and he was just fucking with her.

I watch her smile and bite her drug in half placing the other half onto Nikki’s tongue and he looks like he just might be falling in love for the first time. I look around and see Vince and Beth wrapped up together and Mick nursing his bottle of vodka, but I can’t find Tommy. I make my way through the crowd up to the bar and I don’t spot the tall brunette anywhere. He could just be outside smoking a cigarette, I tell myself feeling the bits of insecurity start to blossom in my head. 

“Two Jack and Cokes please” I say to the bartender when I finally get his attention. I figure if I go to find Tommy with a drink in hand it makes me look less like a crazy person.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing ordering your own drinks?” The man to my left says and I have to put effort into not rolling my eyes.

“Well nothing on me is broken so I’m more than capable of getting my own drinks” I shoot back trying to walk away, but his hand comes up to block me from going forward.

“I’m just saying if you got a man he should be catering to you. What’s your name goddess?” His sickening grin shows teeth all too white against far too tan of skin. 

“Her name is none of your business.” A deep huff comes from behind me and I turn to see Mick casually leaning against the bar.

“What are you her fucking dad?” The overly bronze man snaps.

“I’m trying to help you, but if you don’t want to keep all your fucking teeth that’s your dumbass decision.” Mick chuckles and tips his head to Tommy making his way towards us already sending hate eyes to the man next to me.

“You should listen to the man.” I shrug. “He fights.” I nod toward Tommy for emphasis.

The man looks like he’s about to argue when I feel Tommy slide his arm across my shoulders.

“This guy bothering you babe?” He asks sipping the drink in my hand never breaking eye contact with the strange guy with a look that said ‘one wrong move and I’ll kill you.

I smile like a cat that just caught a mouse and sip my drink as well.

My back hits the back wall of the closet as Tommy tries to find a secure place to hold my body so he can kiss me and grind into me at the same time.

“Fuck can I get this kind of reaction everytime I stick up for you.” Tommy pants breaking away from our kissing to catch his breath.

He hisses as I grind against him while pulling his hair back to expose his neck to me. I take the opportunity to nip at the skin there and feel the rumbling of another groan pass through him. Tommy begins to unlace his pants and suddenly the realization of how public we are hits me. Right as a worker opens the closet door to be exact.

“Ah I’m so sorry!” I yelp climbing off Tommy and rushing out of the closet and out the back door. Tommy is hot on my tail quickly catching up with the help of his long ass legs.

“Come on.” Tommy begins leading me to my car. “We’re going to your apartment to finish this.

[nikki-fucking-sixx]

Together Without You: Chapter Five

You sigh as you stare at yourself in the mirror. The girl staring back at you resembles your facial features, but the body has changed. You turn so you’re facing it head-on so that your bump doesn’t seem visible at all. You look like the old you. You turn to the right and see the bump. It is slight, you have only been pregnant for a short time but it is definitely there. You put your hands on it, hoping maybe you’ll feel something, any kind of reference to the fact that there is a life inside of you. You wait. You know it is illogical as the baby is a sack of cells right now, but you want something to happen. As you thought, nothing happened. 

You turn away from the mirror and throw on a black shirt. It used to fit you perfectly, but now there was a tightness around the stomach that looked like you ate a bit too much at breakfast. Now it was time for the true test, the pants. You stare at the pair of jeans on your bed, ready to play this cruel game. You take them in your hands and examine them, like you had never seen such material before. You put one foot in the first leg and the second in the other before pulling up the jeans. They slid on like normal. You felt yourself smile. You face the mirror again to see that you still have not zippered and buttoned them. 

Shit.

You take a deep breath in and pull in your stomach. The button clasps. You then quickly pull up the zipper. You managed to get dressed for work. It only took you twenty minutes rather than the two minutes it usually took you. You grab your keys as you walk out of your apartment and make your way to the car. As you get in, you look at yourself in the rearview mirror to see a makeup-free face. You scowl and turn away. Today was the day you were supposed to have your doctors appointment with Nikki and you wanted to at least look presentable. Now you just looked like some fat zombie. Great. You grab your jean jacket from the back and throw it on, hoping it will hide some of the exposed bump.

You make it to work a few minutes late, something rare for you. Then again, it is a Saturday at 8:00 am, so it should be pretty empty. You walk in to see Gus, the line cook, and Ron, the dishwasher, looking absentmindedly at the small TV in the corner playing some news show. You smile at Gus before grabbing your apron and walking into the dining room. There were two parties there and an empty parking lot, perfect. 

“Hey, where have you been?” You turn around to see the only other waitress working this shift, Lisa. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, my alarm didn’t go off.” That’s a lie.

“Ok,” She didn’t care, “It’s been empty so far,” And at that she wanders over to the bar. You grab your apron from the host stand before following her. She grabs the whiskey from the bar and pops it open before pouring herself a glass.

“Starting early today?” You joke, cracking a smile.

“I’m here, I have to if I want to get through this shift.” She pours a large glass and takes a big swig. “Do you want a sip?” 

You immediately shake your head, “No, I don’t like whiskey,” That was also a lie.

“Whatever,” And at that, she has her lips back on the glass. “So, I heard some gossip the other day.” 

“What gossip?”

“That you slept with a rockstar,” You feel your bones freeze under your skin.

“Excuse me?” You wanted to keep some composure.

“Gus told me,” She takes another sip, “You and Nikki fucking Sixx were yelling at each other about some shit. He said it sounded intense.” 

“That doesn’t mean we slept together.” 

“Then why would you be yelling at each other?” She stares you down.

“There are plenty of reasons why we would be yelling at each other,” You refute, “He’s an asshole anyway.” 

“Well, it just sounds-” And at that you saw Gus stick his head out the door.

“(Y/N), could I see you in the back?” You don’t mean to but you speed into the kitchen. Gus is back behind the grill, hiding, as he can see the anger in your eyes.

“What the fuck Gus!” You storm over to him.

“What?” He plays dumb.

“Why’d you tell Lisa about Nikki?” You feel your voice rising, “I told you that in confidence.”

He looks flustered, “She was badgering me about it. She saw him and the band walk in and heard you two screaming at each other and she knows we’re friends so-”

“What did you tell her!” You shout. 

“Nothing.” He says meekly, “Believe me, I said nothing.”

“You know what,” You lower your voice, “It’s fine, if you didn’ give her any details, we’re fine.” At that, you turn to what is cooking on the stove. It was probably one of the least inspired looking eggs you have ever seen. Gus could tell what you were thinking.

“They said they wanted an omelet if you want to talk to the reigns.” He smiles at you and you smile back. This was his apology and you gladly accepted. He knew that cooking brought you joy. Being able to eat something that you made that was also delicious was a great feeling. You brought the eggs out to the table and watched from afar as the older woman looked pleased with her meal. You felt much better, maybe even ready for the doctor’s appointment. 

Before long, it was 3:00 and your shift was done. Your appointment was at 3:30 and at the doctor’s office down the street. You get there at 3:15 and sit in the waiting room, watching all the other women in the room stare at you. Well, not just the women, but the women and their husbands. Every woman came accompanied by a man with a ring on his finger. And here you were, an unwed mother without her rockstar one-night stand. You looked at your watch, 3:20, he still had time. The next ten minutes went by quickly and still no Nikki. You feel your legs shaking as the nurse comes in and calls out your name. You get up and follow her to the examination room. You lay down on the cot and the nurse asks you routine questions, name, birthday etc. You answer her questions lazily, staring at the clock. 3:37, where the fuck was he? The nurse noticed your anticipation and gave you a warm smile.

“Expecting someone?” You give her a light smile.

“Yeah,” She gets up and grabs her clipboard. 

“You know how men are, they wait until the last minute to leave and expect the show to wait for them,” She pushes a strand of grey hair behind her ear, “He’ll be here soon honey, don’t worry.” Her words soothed you and she left. Now it was just you, wondering when he would get there. When you hear the door open five minutes later, you expect to see the big-haired rocker walkthrough but instead, it was just your doctor. 

“Nice to see you Mrs. (Y/L/N)-”

“It’s actually just Ms.” You can’t help but interrupt.

“Sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N). Are you here alone?” You give a tight-lipped smile, about to answer when you see Nikki finally run into the room. 

“No, she’s here with me.” He looks flustered, his face losing the sense of mystery that it tends to have. You maintain your composure although it is taking every muscle in your body not to punch him.

“Ok, and what’s your name, sir?”

“Nikki,” The doctor looks down at his clipboard and writes it down. 

“And you’re the presumed father?” You did not like his wording.

“Yes.” He steps over to your side. You can’t even look at him. 

“Well, you’re just in time Nikki because we’re going to check up on your baby.” You felt your nerves begin to set in again. This was your first time seeing your child. The child you don’t really want but the child you will have. You feel Nikki staring at you but you don’t look at him. You hear the doctor saying medical jargon as he spreads some goo on your abdomen. Everything he says goes over your head. All you can think about was how late Nikki was. What the fuck was he even doing? Is this going to be a trend? Will he miss the baby’s birth? Your mind was racing, thinking of every terrible way Nikki could wrong you when suddenly you heard a beat. It was strong and steady and it rang throughout the room. You look up, confused.

“What is that?”

“Your baby’s heartbeat.” And in that moment, everything faded away. It was your baby. And they had a heartbeat. No sound had ever sounded so beautiful before. You finally look at Nikki and he is staring at you. You cannot help but stare back up at him. You didn’t look at him with anger, but rather with something you couldn’t quite distinguish. You then feel his fingertips touch the palm of your hand. You don’t pull away but instead let his fingers travel to where yours are and let him entwine them together. It was so simple but it was perfect. In that moment it was just the three of you. You felt peace. This did not last too long as the doctor lets out a cough. You look over at him.

“Would you like to see the sonogram?” You nod and at that, the screen to the right of you turns on to reveal a black mass. It really did not look like anything to you until the image focused on a small pea. Or a bean. Or maybe it was a dust bunny. Regardless, there they were. “The baby appears to be healthy. You appear to be eight weeks along so still in your first trimester.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Nikki uncharacteristically blurts out. 

“It’s too soon to tell. That’s for the 16-week appointment.” Nikki nods, you catch something on his face, disappointment maybe. You all discuss the future appointment before the doctor leaves and it is just you and Nikki. As the door closes, you remember what he did.

“Where the hell were you?” 

“Rehearsal ran longer than I thought it would and-” 

“That’s not an excuse.” You say curtly, and he knows you’re right.

“I know.” And at that, the conversation was over. Something about him feels different today and you could not help but stare. When he looked back at you, you looked away. 

“You could come to a rehearsal at some point if you want to hear what’s going on.” You pause. Maybe it was good to see what your baby daddy was doing.

“Ok.” He smirks.

“We’re meeting tomorrow around 4:00, I’ll pick you up.”

“I can’t wait.” You let it slip out before you can block the words. You flush and begin to readjust yourself. 

“I won’t be late this time,” You look up, “I promise.”