#motley Crue x oc

[rocknrollangelsblog]

Two Months Too Long

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: he comes back from tour and just wanna show you how bad he missed you

Warnings:NSFW / Explicit Smut (18+ ONLY), rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, possessiveness, desperate reunion sex, creampie, intense dirty talk, degrading praise, slight dom/sub dynamics, spit, choking (light), nipple play, multiple orgasms, cum play, absolutely no plot)

Your back hit the bedroom wall before the door even shut.

Nikki had you pinned there with his mouth already on yours—hot, open, needy kisses, tongue claiming yours while his hands groped every inch of your body like he was checking to make sure you were real.

"Two fucking months," he growled against your lips, voice already dark and ragged. "I should fuck you right here."

You moaned, your hips grinding against his instinctively. "Please" you whined.

That was all it took.

He turned you around, face pressed to the wall, yanking your shorts and panties down in one savage tug. You gasped as his hand came down on your ass—hard.

"Little brat," he hissed, squeezing the sting. "You know what you do to me, don’t you?"

You tried to say yes, but he was already on his knees behind you, mouth devouring your dripping cunt like he was starving.

One long, slow lick.

Then another—harder. Sloppier. Growling into you like a man possessed.

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he mumbled between licks, fingers spreading you open. “Playing with this little pussy every night? Fucking that toy I hate? The one that wishes it could be me?”

You whimpered, hands clawing at the wall as he tongue-fucked you.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered suddenly, standing up. “On your back. Legs open. Let me see you.”

You scrambled up, heart racing, cunt throbbing. You’d dreamed of this. Needed this. And when he dropped his jeans and his cock slapped against his stomach—long, thick, veiny, angry—you whimpered.

“Missed this fucking dick?” he asked, stroking it slow just to tease you. “Been dreaming about me filling you up again?”

"Please, Nikki…" you begged, spreading your legs wider. "I need you."

He spat into his hand, smeared it over his cock, then climbed over you.

And when he finally pushed in?

He froze.

“Fuuuuck,” he hissed, eyes rolling back. “Holy shit—oh my fucking God.”

He was inside you again. After weeks of jerking off in hotel bathrooms, FaceTime calls that ended in desperate moans, and fucking nothing close to this—he was buried to the hilt in your warm, wet, tight pussy.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, resting his forehead on yours, breath shaking. “You feel so fucking good. I forgot—fuck—I forgot how tight you are.”

You clenched around him and he twitched, letting out a broken moan. “Don’t do that,” he warned. “I’ll fucking cum. I swear to God.”

You smiled wickedly. “Then fuck me, Nikki. Show me how much you missed me.”

His hips snapped into yours so hard the headboard slammed the wall. Again. And again. And again.

“Fucking take it,” he growled, hand around your throat, other grabbing your tit like he owned it. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

You screamed his name, nails clawing at his back, your pussy squeezing around him like a vice.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pulling out just enough to see it—your arousal coating his shaft, stringing between you like filth. “You missed this cock, didn’t you?”

"Yes—fuck—yes, Nikki—harder—"

And he snapped.

He flipped you onto your stomach, yanked your hips up, and slammed into you from behind—deeper, harder, rougher.

You were sobbing by then, pure bliss and overstimulation, your face buried in the sheets while he took you like an animal.

"Been jerking off every night on that goddamn bus," he panted, slapping your ass, "thinking about this pussy—thinking about how fucking wet you get for me. Nobody fucks you like I do, huh?"

"N-no one!" you cried, nearly incoherent. "No one, Nikki, no one, please—!"

You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore.

But he did.

“Cum on my cock,” he ordered. “Now. Right fucking now.”

You shattered.

Your whole body trembled as you came, hard, squeezing him so tight he cursed and bit your shoulder to keep from blowing too soon.

“Fuck—gonna—cum—inside you, baby. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up…”

Hot, thick, deep—he pulsed inside you, fucking it into you with slow, deep thrusts as he groaned filth against your skin.

He didn’t pull out right away.

He stayed inside, panting, arms wrapped around you like he needed to feel you everywhere.

“Two fucking months,” he whispered, still breathless. “Never again.”

You smirked into the sheets. “So… round two?”

He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from your swollen pussy.

He flipped you over again.

“Oh, baby,” he smirked darkly, already getting hard again, “you’re not walking tomorrow.”

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens: A Mötley Crüe fanfiction - Chapter One

Hi!

So the other day I made a post aboute writing a Mötley Crüe Nikki Sixx x OC fanfiction.

I did it!

I am bit nerves posting it cause english is not my first language so this was a bit hard, and even tho I asked some help from Google and transolaters to fix my grammer mistakes probobly there are still some mistakes left or wrong usage of words. But I hope it's still enjoyable.

If you read this have fun and let me know if you think and if you'd like a second chapter for it.

XoX - V

Chapter 1: "The Beginning"

The band members of Mötley Crüe sat huddled around a cluttered table in Nikki's flat, the air thick with anticipation and the remnants of their brainstorming session. Empty beer bottles mingled with scattered papers, evidence of their search for the perfect promotional plan and a testament to the chaos of their creative minds.

Tommy tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, his dark eyes darting restlessly around the room in search for inspiration. The weight of their first gig hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the task at hand.

Suddenly, Nikki's voice shattered the silence, cutting through the haze of uncertainty that had settled over them.

"Alright, guys, time to get down to business," he declared, his tone commanding attention.

Vince lounged back with a smirk, tossing out a suggestion that earned a mixture of amusement and disdain

"A little spray-painted graffiti on the side of Sunset Boulevard could drum up some serious buzz”

Nikki shook his head with a wry smile.

"As much as I appreciate the guerrilla marketing approach, we need something more polished," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on his bandmates.

Mick nodded in agreement.

Nikki arched an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Tommy’s with a curious intensity.

"Do you have any ideas, Tommy?"

A mischievous grin spread across Tommy's face as he leaned back in his chair, confidence radiating from every pore.

"Actually, I do," he declared, capturing the attention of his bandmates.

"My sister, Katie, she's a photographer. She could help us make some flyres with some killer shoots."

The mention of Tommy's sister piqued the band's interest. They had heard stories about Katie Lee, Tommy mentioned her a lot, but none of them had ever met her.

Mick, ever the pragmatist, cut to the heart of the matter with a single question.

"Is she any good?" he asked, his skepticism evident in his gravelly voice.

Tommy's response was immediate.

"She's incredible," he declared, his voice brimming with pride.

"She's been working as a photographer in downtown LA for the past two years, but she has been obsessed with photography since we were kids. Trust me, guys, she's the real deal. "

Vince grinned.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go pay Katie a visit and see if she can work her magic for us."

As their car glided to a halt in front of SutterLux Studios, the first thing that caught their eyes was the imposing sign, polished to a mirror like perfection, a testament to the studio's prestige as it boldly announced its name to the world. It stood as a beacon of elegance amidst the bustling cityscape, its modern architecture a symphony of clean lines and sleek facades that mesmerized passersbys. Every detail, from the smooth curvature of the walls to the precise symmetry of the windows, spoke of craftsmanship and artistry that left an indelible impression on all who saw it. Surrounding the entrance, a meticulously curated garden, a lush oasis of greenery, provided a tranquility to the building's exterior.

As they stepped out of their car, the band's rock and roll style clashed brilliantly with the polished surroundings. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and a smattering of tattoos made for a striking contrast against the backdrop of elegance.

Stepping into the studio, they were greeted by a receptionist girl seated at a marble-topped desk, her workspace packed with notepads and notebooks in neat order wich spoke volumes about her attention to detail. With a shy smile playing on her lips, she chirped a warm welcome, while her eyes scaned the group of men before her.

"Welcome to SutterLux! What can I help you?” her voice was light and airy.

Tommy leaned casually against the desk, flashing his trademark grin as he addressed her.

"Hey there, we're here to see Katie Lee. Is she available?" he inquired, his voice laced with confidence.

The receptionist's bashfulness only added to her charm as she inquired about their appointment, her eyes flitting towards the calendar as she searched for any openings.

"I'm her brother, and I just want to talk to her if she's free," Tommy explained with a nonchalant shrug, his charm evident in every word.

Recognition flickerd on the receptionist's face as she realized who Tommy was

"Oh, you're Katie's brother Tommy? She's mentioned you," she remarked, her shy tone melting into a warm, friendly demeanor.

"Let me see if she's available. Please take a seat. I'll be right back."

With a graceful gesture towards the plush black sofas on the other side, she disappeared into the depths of the studio, leaving the band members alone in the lobby. The air crackled with anticipation as Vince, Mick, and Nikki exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect when they finally met Katie Lee.

As the receptionist girl reappeared with Katie by her side, the room seemed to brighten with her presence. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames, framing her face with an aura of vibrant energy. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous sparkle, and every step she took radiated confidence.

"Tommy!" Katie exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she enveloped her brother in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?"

Tommy returned the hug with equal enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"We came to see you, sis," he replied, pulling back to gaze at her with fondness.

"Who’s we?” she asked couriously as her gaze shifted to the other men standing behind Tommy, her smile widening at the sight of them.

"Nikki, Vince, and Mick," Tommy introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is my sister, Katie."

The band members exchanged greetings with Katie, their admiration for her evident in their eyes. Her easygoing demeanor and magnetic charm left an impression on each of them, drawing them in with her infectious energy.

"Do you have a little time to spare for us sis?” Tommy asked eagerly.

"I hope so.” Katie replied with a grin.

"Sam, when's my next client scheduled to arrive?" Katie turned to the receptionist girl, who quickly returned to her desk.

Sam scanned the schedule and checked the clock on the wall before responding,

"You've got about an hour and twenty minutes until your next appointment."

Katie nodded thoughtfully.

"Great. In that case, why don't we head over to that coffee shop down the street? We can grab a table and chat," she suggested, turning back to the band with a warm smile.

"Sounds like a plan," Tommy cheered, his excitement matching hers as they left the building.

As Katie and the band strolled down the bustling streets of downtown LA, the city pulsed with an electrifying vitality and amidst the vibrant chaos, they sought refuge at a quaint corner table in a cozy café, where the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them like a warm embrace.

After placing their orders, Nikki leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Katie.

"So, Katie, Tommy's been singing your praises as a kickass photographer," his voice as smooth as silk. "We're on the hunt for someone with your skills to help us make a splash with our upcoming gig."

Katie nodded, her interest piqued.

"I'm all ears," she replied, leaning back in her chair.

Tommy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned forward eagerly.

"We've headlining at the Starwood Club next month," he announced, a grin spreading across his face. "But we're not just looking to play; we want to rock the joint!"

"And to light up that stage, we need some badass posters, flyers, and all that jazz, something that draws  a lot of people in" Vince chimed in, his voice hyped.

Katie soaked up their vibe, a glint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Consider it done" she declared, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"But first could guys maybe show some of your music for me? Just to get a better image of Mötley Crüe.”

The band exchanged looks, a smirk playing on their lips.

"We'll crank up the amps and give you a taste," Tommy promised, a grin spreading across his face.

"You just got a backstage pass to our sonic circus," Nikki added, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Why don't we invite you to my place? We've got a rehearsal space set up there, so you can experience what we're all about."

Katie's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"That sounds perfect," she exclaimed, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"Then it's settled," Mick declared with a decisive nod. "We'll make our way to Nikki's place once we're done here."

With the first part of their plan solidified, the band and Katie lingered over their drinks, their conversation flowing with easy.

As the time drew near for Katie's next appointment, the group decided to escort her back to work. Upon the arrival, Katie vanished into the studio to finish her job for the day.

As the band settled into the reception hall, time seemed to stretch out before them, each minute feeling like an eternity as they waited with for Katie's return.

At long last, the door creaked open, and Katie emerged with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Katie apologized, her voice carrying a note of excitement as she joined the band.

"I'm ready to roll now."

With a renewed sense of anticipation, Katie and the band made their way to Nikki's car, the excitement practically crackling in the air around them. As they headed to the Sunset Strip, Katie couldn't suppress the thrill bubbling within her, eager to delve deeper into the realm of rock 'n' roll.

Arriving at Nikki's apartment building, Katie was greeted by a surge of excitement at the thought finally getting to know the band wich her brother was part of.

As Mötley Crüe and Katie entered Nikki's flat, they were greeted by a space that perfectly encapsulated the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Posters of iconi musicans adorned the walls, while instruments were scattered haphazardly around the room. Amplifiers hummed softly in the background, hinting at the music that was created within these walls.

The furniture was a mix of vintage pieces and modern comforts, giving the space a lived-in yet stylish vibe. A plush couch sat against one wall, its cushions worn from years of use, while a sleek bar area beckoned from the corner, stocked with an impressive array of spirits.

Nikki led the group into the room with a grin, gesturing for them to make themselves at home. "Welcome to my humble abode, where the magic happens" he said, a twinkle in his eye turning to Katie

"Make yourself comfortable."

As Katie and the rest of the band settled in, Nikki made his way to the fridge, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Alright, folks, what'll it be?" he called out, opening the fridge door to reveal an assortment of beverages.

"Beer, wine, whiskey? You name it, I've got it."

The band members exchanged glances, a collective smirk crossing their faces.

"Surprise us, Nikki," Vince replied, a playful edge to his voice.

Nikki chuckled as he retrieved a selection of drinks from the fridge, passing them out to the group with a flourish. As the band settled in with their drinks, Nikki turned to Katie with a grin.

"Are you ready for your private show, Katie?" he asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Katie's face broke into a wide smile.

"Absolutely," she replied, excitement coursing through her veins as she leand back comfortably in the couch, drink in hand. With a casual ease, she propped her legs up on the coffee table, fixing her gaze on the band with eager anticipation.

With that the band took their place on the stage, wich was the other side of Nikki’s living room, and launched into their first song. The music was filling the room with its raw energy. Katie's eyes danced with delight as she listened, completely captivated by the electrifying performance unfolding before her.

Song after song, Mötley Crüe poured their hearts and souls into their music, each note resonating with passion and intensity. Katie couldn't help but be swept away by the sheer talent and charisma of the band, her appreciation for their music growing with each passing moment.

As the final chords faded into silence, Tommy and Nikki took their seats on either side of Katie, their faces flushed with exhilaration. Vince and Mick settled into the armchairs surrounding the coffee table, their expressions mirroring the sense of accomplishment that filled the room.

"So, Katie, what did you think?" Nikki asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Katie's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she took a sip of her drink, considering her response.

"I loved it," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Each song had its own unique energy"

With the mood buoyed by Katie's praise, she launched into her ideas for the flyers and posters, drawing inspiration from the music she had just heard.

The band members listened intently, nodding in agreement as Katie outlined her vision for the promotional materials.

"I love it," Vince exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"It sounds like you really understand our vibe and what we're all about."

Katie smiled, feeling a surge of pride at the band's reaction.

 "I'm glad you think so," she replied.

"I can't wait to get started and see what we can create together."

As the excitement of their collaboration filled the room, Katie and the band members of Mötley Crüe quickly settled on a date for the photoshoot.

"How about Saturday, two days from now?" Katie suggested, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

The band members exchanged eager nods, they couldn’t wait to see Katie's vision come to life. "Sounds good to us," Nikki replied, a grin spreading across his face.

"We'll make sure we're ready to rock and roll."

With the date set and plans in motion, the group toasted to their upcoming photoshoot, excitement buzzing in the air. As they continued to chat and laugh late into the evening, Katie couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the creative journey that lay ahead.

As the evening wore on and the excitement of their collaboration began to wind down, the band members of Mötley Crüe started to make their exit.

Vince, with a mischievous glint in his eye, rose from his seat, his voice laced with playful banter.

"Alright folks, see you on Saturday. I'm off to see my girl" he declared, his announcement met with teasing cheers from the rest of the group.

Shortly there after, Mick followed suit, offering a nod of farewell before vanishing into the nocturnal embrace of the city.

Tommy glanced at his watch, realizing it was time to pick up his new flame.

"I better get going, my date is waiting" he said, flashing a grin at the others.

"New girl?” Katie asked quirosly.

"We will see” he answered with a huge smile still plaster on his face

"But before I head out, Nikki, do you mind taking Katie home?"

 "I'd be happy to make sure she gets home safely." Nikki nodded in agreement, a warm smile on his face.

Katie smiled gratefully

"Thank you, Nikki," she said

"I appreciate it."

With goodbyes exchanged Tommy dissapiered and soon after Nikki and Katie made their way down from the flat to Nikki's car, the cool night air greating them as they stepped out side. They exchanged casual banter as they walked, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings.

 "So, Nikki, where did you and my brother crossed paths?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Nikki's gaze drifted to the road ahead, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips as he recounted the story.

"Well, it was after I had a falling out with my former band's singer and decided to quit London," he began, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"I was feeling pretty lost and unsure of what to do next."

He paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing.

"I found myself sitting in a diner, flipping through the ads of musicians looking to join a band," he explained.

"That's when Tommy walked up to me out of the blue."

A smile tugged at the corners of Nikki's lips as he recalled the memory.

"He was this cocky guy with wild hair and an even wilder personality," he said.

 "I remember him saying he had my poster on his bedroom wall” he laughed and Katie started giggeling next to him.

"And then he just seated himself infront of me and started twireling his drum sticks and as they say the rest is histroy”

Katie glanced over at Nikki, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's amazing how things just seem to fall into place sometimes," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

"It's like the universe has a way of bringing people together when they need it."

Nikki nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's funny how life works out like that," he replied, his voice tinged with reflection. "Sometimes the most unexpected encounters can change the course of your life in ways you never imagined."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, sharing stories and laughter as they made their way through the city streets. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Katie's apartment building, the glow of the streetlights casting a warm halo around them.

As Nikki pulled up to the curb, he turned to Katie with a smile.

"Well, here we are," he said, his tone lighthearted.

"Thanks for the company, Katie. I had a great time tonight."

Katie returned his smile, a sense of warmth and gratitude filling her chest.

"Thank you for the ride, Nikki," she replied, her voice sincere.

With a final wave goodbye, Katie stepped out of the car and watched as Nikki drove off into the night. As she made her way up to her apartment, a sense of contentment washed over her, grateful for the unexpected connection she had formed with Nikki and the band.

[naughtybynikkii]

Never Enough (Nikki Sixx x OC)

(Very short because I haven’t written fanfic in YEARS so I’m just testing this out)

Chapter One: Deja Vu

The strip club smelled like cheap perfume, whiskey, and something else—something darker, like regret clinging to the walls. It was the perfect setting for a Mötley Crüe video. Kayleigh adjusted the strap of her lace bra, ignoring the way the leather mini skirt barely covered anything. The other girls laughed and flirted, slipping seamlessly into their roles. She should be able to do the same. But she felt him before she saw him.

Nikki.

The name alone sent something sharp and electric through her veins.

She turned slowly, and there he was, leaning against the wall like he hadn’t shattered her a dozen times over. Dressed in black, chains hanging from his belt, cigarette dangling between his lips. His hair was a wild mess, dark eyes locked onto her like he was seeing a ghost. Maybe he was.

It had been months since they last spoke, but it might as well have been yesterday. Time didn’t erase him. It never did. Her fingers curled into her palm as he started walking toward her, his smirk lazy, confident. Like he knew exactly what he did to her.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here, Kay.” His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was something under it. Something real. She forced herself to keep her expression neutral. “Yeah? Maybe you should’ve read the call sheet.”

His smirk deepened. “Didn’t have to. I would’ve felt it the second you walked in.” Her stomach tightened, but she rolled her eyes. “Still full of shit, I see.”

“You love it.” God help her, she did. Or at least, she used to. The director’s voice broke the moment. “Alright, places! Let’s run through the first scene.”

Kayleigh exhaled, tearing her gaze away. She wasn’t here for Nikki. She was here for the job, for herself. But as she moved toward the stage, she could feel his eyes burning into her, and she knew—this was far from over.

[maddi3sstuff]

☆ROLEPLAY☆

Helloo! I have a few ideas for different roleplays I would like to do! I’ll put them all down below including the fandoms/ships. (The characters I would like to play will be in BOLD. If they are both in bold, I wouldn’t mind playing either of them.)

Mötley Crüe

Pamela Anderson/Tommy Lee

Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee

Vince Neil/Tommy Lee

Nikki Sixx/Brandi Brandt

OC/Tommy Lee

OC/Nikki Sixx

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson/OC

Steve Harrington/OC

Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

The black phone (TBP)

Vance Hopper/Bruce Yamada

Vance Hopper/Robin Arellano

Vance Hopper/OC

MARVEL

Deadpool/Wolverine

Deadpool/Spiderman

!!DM IF INTERESTED!!

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (1)

✶ Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: This story will contain scenes of drug/alcohol use, sexual content, mentions of death, overdose, physical and emotional abuse. Please read at your own risk. I do not own rights to Motley Crue or any other famous person mentioned. Portions of this story will be pulled from Motley's book and film The Dirt as well as The Heroin Diaries. There will be parts that are complete fiction as well.

Taglist: @fancywasmyname1, @kaitieskidmore1, @xxisxxisxxis, @sparxx27,  @cruecifymesixx, @tempt-ress, @a-sia-san, @x-xinenas, @casualcomputerarbiter-blog​, @makaelahdelvalle

Author's note: Hello everybody! It's been a while since I thought about this story but now I want to bring it back to life. I think I rewatched The Dirt about 20 times in the past couple of days (Thanks snowstorm!) and i've been thinking about this story and all the other amazing Crue stories that are on Tumblr. So, with that being said - I have decided to rewrite Keep it to Yourself. I went back and read the original version and I want to revamp it in a way. I've changed a couple things and I hope to make it better than before. If you were tagged in the original version, I went ahead and just tagged you for this new update. If you would like to be removed, just let me know and I will take you off. If you aren't a part of the taglist and would like to be, just let me know and I will get you added. I hope you enjoy the new and improved Keep it to Yourself!

“Bryant –“ He paused. “I know I’m probably the last voice you wanna hear on your answering machine, but I desperately need your help right now.” A breathy sigh blew through the speaker. “I’m at my wits end and I have no idea what to do with him.”

I stared at the device – my hand curled against my mouth as his words flowed through my living room. “The drugs are constant – he’s high 24/7 – Half the time I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead when I get into his room. It’s not just him – they’re all fucked – but he’s the only one with one foot in the casket.”

How he got my number remained a mystery. They made him millions of dollars – more money than the man could even count – yet he was calling me about his issue. From the beginning, I told him that it would only get worse. The guy had issues way before he formed Motley – way before the money and fame came into the picture. Sure - he dabbled in drugs before hitting peak stardom, but the money was there, and he was a kid in a candy store.

“I know the two of you ended on such a sour note, but I feel like you’re the only one that can truly help him get out of this fucking mess. He needs you – I – we all need you, Bryant.” He went on to leave the number to the hotel they were staying at for the night. Begging one last time for my help. I must’ve played the damn message 10 times – each time making my anger rise. Doc was the one who let it get to this point – he fueled the fire when it should’ve been sprayed out years ago. He pushed the drugs in their direction – Nikki was always a step ahead though. He attracted the slime that had the harder, faster drugs. The drugs that would make him feel nothing when in reality his whole fucking world was crumbling down…

I continued to move the spoon around the cup, the sugar long dissolved by now. I was so lost in my own thought – Doc’s words swirling around in my brain.

“You’re thinking about going, aren’t you?” The brunette in front of me asked. “I know that look and that look tells me that you’re giving in.”

Hannah Hastings was the first person I met when I moved to South Carolina. She was an event planner – a free spirit in a Dynasty like world. She would spend hours on my couch, a bottle of wine being shared, as I spilled my entire life story into her lap. She knew all about my history with Nikki – how we met – our marriage – and the demise of our relationship.

I let out a sigh, “I don’t wanna go but something’s telling me that if I don’t –“ I paused. “If I don’t go, he’s gonna end up dead and then I’ll be blaming myself. At least if I go and say I tried and I don’t succeed, I won’t beat myself up if something does happen to him. Like – It’s not even a matter of if – it’s a matter of when.”  

“He was such an asshole though, Bryant. The man was toxic to you-“She reached across the table taking my hand in hers. “I don’t want to see you get hurt or worse. You know how drug addicts are – he could get violent and not even realize it until it’s too late.”

During the three years we were together, he never laid a hand on me. I was the one who had the heavy touch. Sure, we had awful arguments that pushed me to the point of slapping and pushing him away, but he always stormed off before touching me. The drugs at the time weren’t as hardcore as they are now though. I could walk in his house and come back out with a bullet hole this time. Hannah was right – drugs fucked with people’s brain – I’m sure Nikki was already there.

“Are you gonna tell Wyatt?”

I slumped back in my seat at the thought of telling my Uncle Wyatt. To say he hated Nikki would be an understatement. He warned me from the beginning that Nikki Sixx would be nothing but trouble, but I didn’t listen. He was used to guys like Nikki – being a kid from the wrong side of the tracks himself. He made a promise that he would do everything he could to protect me from men like Nikki. We only had each other and when Nikki came into the picture, the worst type of thoughts ran through his head. He knew what guys like Nikki did to girls like me – innocent until proven insane. It happened to my mother – her infatuation sending her straight to the grave.

“I figured I would just call him when I got to California-“Her eyes growing large. “You know so he can’t talk me out of it or worse come and get me.”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You know I love you and I’ll support you in any way –“I felt a “but” coming along. “But –“She smiled. “This is one decision I’m very wary about, Bryant.”

I felt the same way. I had multiple scenarios playing like film reels over and over in my head. Some pretty good while others resembled horror movies. Even I knew that Nikki’s reaction to seeing me would not be a good one. He broke my heart, and I broke his even worse. Besides the band, I was his only true constant. He barely had any family – his grandparents living states away – not even aware of their grandson’s antics. Sure, the art of touring and going to different states brought about groupies and so-called friends but he didn’t have anyone to call or return home to. I was that person for him.

“You and me both, sister…”

I waited for the line to connect – the operator being nice enough to connect me straight to his room. Doc and I didn’t really have a relationship. He was Motley’s manager and at the time I was just a wife. I was glad the guys had him at first – their success was growing like a wildfire but that was because of their drive for stardom – Doc was just there lending a helping hand. He was extremely pissed when I ended things with Nikki. His own mouth spewing curse words my way once Nikki was served with divorce papers.

It makes the band look bad when a member gets divorced.

Nikki refuses to get out of bed and it’s all your fucking fault.

Girls all over the world would stay with Nikki no matter what – cheating, drugs – Learn to turn a blind eye.

“Hello?” I sat straighter as Doc’s voice sounded – my thoughts suddenly escaping me. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” My voice cracking. “I – uh – I got your message.”

“Oh, thank God, Bryant.” He sounded relieved. “I was worried that I would miss your call –“He paused. “Or if you would even call at all.”

I stayed silent – not really up for conversation.

“Listen, I know this is a bit of a tall ask, but I really do need your help. Nikki – hell all the guys for that matter – are ticking fucking time bombs. Nikki’s clock is etching closer to midnight ever second the fucker breaths – and I pray every night that he’s still doing so. He’s high ever second of every day. He shoots up when he wakes and right before he passes out for the night. I have no idea what he’s even taking anymore. Shooting up, snorting, smoking – he’s the walking picture of Nancy Reagan’s campaign.”

My grip on the phone tightened as he spoke – realizing that he was more far gone than thought.

“I need you to come out here and help us deal with him. I think Doug and Fred can deal with the other three, but we can’t get through to Nikki. Fuck, it’s not even Nikki anymore that we’re dealing with. He’s so mean and terrible to be around. His moods go from zero to sixty – it’s even worse when he’s coming down. Poor Tommy’s getting married, and I can’t even imagine Nikki standing up there with him when he’s high off his ass. You’re the only one that I think can get through to him – he still loves you, Bryant.”

He still loves you, Bryant.

Maybe the old version of Nikki was still in love, but I can assure you the drugged-up version was only in love with his high. That was Doc’s way of trying to lure me in – telling me that Nikki still loved and cared about me. I still loved and cared for the guy too – the Nikki I met at a 7-Eleven almost 6 years ago. Pre-Motley Crue – before the fame, drugs, egos, and women.

“I’ll pay for your ticket out here and everything if you agree, Bryant.” He stressed. “I’m desperate – he’s gonna die if we don’t do something.”

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. It was a constant battle with my head and my heart. My brain was yelling at me to tell Doc to fuck off, but my heart couldn’t deal with the thought of Nikki no longer being here. “You think seeing me will snap him out of this spiral?”

“I think seeing you will probably piss him off more but at least I know you’ll be there and have the chance to stop him.”

My brows furrowed at his comment, “You’re making it sound like I’m gonna be with him at all times?”

His silence confirming my question. “You can’t expect me to stay in the same house, hotel room, or wherever with Nikki –“

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do, Bryant.” He cut me off. “I need that man to have constant surveillance – can’t put a bodyguard in there with him. He needs to have someone that he’s familiar with – someone that’s gonna remain sober and not give into his advances.”

“Then why don’t you stay with him then?” My attitude starting to come out.

“I’d end up killing him and then all of this would be for nothing.”

I shook my head as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I could hear Doc’s voice as he continued to talk. “Listen-“ I spoke up, cutting his sentence off. “I will come out there but I’m only there for a week. Once that week is up, whether he’s getting help or not, I’m going back home.”

“That’s not gonna work, Bryant.” He huffed. “He gets more fucked up when he’s out on the road than he does at home. These fuckers waiting in back alleys and backstage – knowing that he’s looking to score – that’s where I need you the most.

I’d been on tour with Motley when they were first getting their feet wet. I watched as they performed their first gig at the Starwood and then when they were opening for bigger acts like Ozzy. Going on tour with four men – the four Motley men was not for the faint of heart. I saw more body parts than I cared to see. Drugs, alcohol, and women were being pushed in their direction – more so as their popularity grew than before. Nikki and I shared a bunk and even that got old after a while. Living with four men for months on end would cause any woman to eventually lose it. Nikki and I were constantly fighting. Hell, I was fighting with everyone, even Mick at times. This was their dream, and it was my absolute living hell.

“I don’t th-“

“What do I need to do so you will say yes? Walk on water – swallow arsenic? Please, Bryant. I have never been so desperate in all of my life.” His voice wavering. “You were in love with this man at one point – I believe you may still love him. Just remember the reason why you fell in love with Nikki and do it for that reason."

[glamglittersixx]

I started a Nikki/OC fanfiction a couple years ago on ao3 and I noticed that some people on here have been asking for more Nikki fics so I thought I’d leave the link here. Also, I thought tumblr could be a way to chat with my readers. I’m also working on putting it on wattpad even though I kind of don’t like wattpad…I’ve had a love/hate relationship with wattpad for many years now.

So…here you go.

Title: Without You

Pairing: Nikki Sixx/OC

Summary:

The year is 1988 and Lupe Maldonado, frontwoman of the famous glam metal band Bruja, suffers an impossible tragedy and her entire world crashes right before her very eyes. Lupe is isolated in her anguish and suffering with her friends and family all walking on eggshells around her. She surprises herself by finding a friend in none other than Nikki Sixx, the famous bassist of Mötley Crüe and once close friend of her brother, and he unexpectedly becomes a shoulder for her to cry on. Lupe once loathed the bassist but now is struggling to understand her burgeoning feelings for him. She discovers that there's many layers underneath the troubled rock star's wild exterior.

But how can she have feelings for someone she used to despise so much?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44847925/chapters/112840174

[earthfire-75]

Imagine Mick Mars buying this dress for you for some fancy gala event just because he saw you admiring it a few days before. He presents it to you while you're freaking out, rummaging through your closet, yelling "I have nothing to wear, Mick!"

[nereamrt]

Do you write any Nikki sixx fanfics?

I don’t unfortunately. I have had the idea to write some things, but I don’t think I have enough confidence in my writing to actually post them. I love the Crüe and might have an idea for a story of Nikki and an OC, I just don’t know if people will like it. All in all, I would maybe consider doing it in the future eventually. Maybe I’ll share what I have in mind!

[vancruejovi]

Artist Shoutout!! 🎨

As an artist I always get so excited seeing everyone’s art, so I wanted to share some of the incredibly talented artists that I’ve found over the couple years I’ve been here in no particular order (and feel free to add your own favourite artists to the list) and as always sorry if I forget anyone! I have a memory like a siv

@midnight-in-santa-carla (Unbelievable Lost Boys and Kiefer Sutherland digital paintings and fanart, I love their shading and the way they draw hair)

@wardenmop (I fell in love with their Wiseguy fanart but their OC stuff is also terrific!)

@contact-guy (UNREAL Sherlock Holmes comics, so much so they’re making a whole artbook!!)

@noodleshook (i adore their Knockout Grooves series, but also their LOTR art is amazing!!)

@forecast0ctopus (I love their almost blocky artstyle, they capture the Star Trek characters perfectly!!)

@rainfynite (Gorgeous Motley Crue fanart, they have so much range!!)

@hollis-art (their Star Trek fanart is always so colourful and lively. I really love their Superman art too, so cute!)

@apfel-strudelz (I absolutely adore their Star Trek fanart, their style in general is just so distinct and groovy)

@snottiesnot (GORGEOUS painted portraits from all sorts of different fandoms)

@hippano (BEAUTIFUL buffy fanart but also has so much range from cute Kirby stuff to LOTR)

@colloquial-kayak (absolutely adorable Knight Rider fanart, the way they draw kitt is immaculate)

@x-0rion-x (AMAZING IHNMAIMS art and band fanart, amazing lighting)

@otonokis (beautiful lost boys and gothic art, has so much range too!)

@guadalajarawontdonow (some STUNNING Star Wars fanart, amazing lighting and shading!)

@bryn-not-brian (some absolutely groovy beatles and monkees fanart, love their colours)

@hammettsulrich (Amazing Metallica fanart, love how they draw hair!)

@acewykkyd (has some AMAZING Jem and the Holograms fanart as well as some beautiful Monster High fanart)

@xwayka (UNREAL Metallica fanart, very cool stuff!!)

@razberry-cookie (I fell in love with their Rambo fanart but they’ve got some beautiful oc art too!!)

@colinarcartperson (Just AMAZING art all around, I love their Yeehawgust series)

Please check out everyone’s art is you can, they totally deserve it!! And please feel free to add some of your favourite artists too!! 🎨✨

[blackiimunnii]

୧ 𓏸 　hiiii there ! i'm flavya gabryelly, directly from the coolest country, brasil ! i speak (obviously) portuguese and english. i use she/her.

୧ 𓏸 　i post about all the silly stuff i enjoy and do. i'm an artist and editor ! and i sometimes post them here.

୧ 𓏸 　first of all, i post more on instagram (especially on my 2nd-doodles acc) than here, so follow me there to see more of my drawings ! all of my accounts (tik tok, ig, twitter) have the same username (i'm not mysterious).

i love to interact with my kewl mutuals and i'm really easy to be friends with. so, don't be afraid to talk to me !

୧ 𓏸 　not only fanart, i also tend to post art of my OCs, whether from my own stuff or from diverse fandoms. i also happen to be a oc x canon liker (and maker)...

anyways, enough of rant. let's get to know about all (or half of) the things the person who's speaking to y'all like.

i like music. almost everything. below this are HALF of the artists and bands i love.

୧ 𓏸 　madonna, michael jackson, prince, insane clown posse, system of a down, primus, faith no more, mr. bungle, lovage, lady gaga, eminem, snoop dogg, beastie boys, smash mouth, bloodhound gang, sabrina carpenter, oingo boingo, chappell roan, britney spears, christina aguilera, anitta, 3OH!3, djo, MIKA, taylor swift, jodeci, janet jackson, ween, doja cat, bowling for soup, rita lee, weird al, charli xcx, queen, katy perry, gabriel o pensador, marisa monte, MARINA, george michael, elton john, rod stewart, legião urbana, tim maia, mamonas assassinas, inimigos do rei, ABBA, the weeknd, xuxa, baby V.O.X, 2pac, joan jett, cinderella, motley crue, sum 41, limp bizkit, avril lavigne, kittie, nine inch nails, korn... and probably more people.

୧ 𓏸 　stranger things, downtown, south park, os normais, tapas & beijos, backyardigans, charlie & lola, lalaloopsy (i love kid cartoons), phineas & ferb, and probably so much more.

୧ 𓏸 　mean girls, heathers, jurassic park, chicago, south park: bigger longer and uncut, Y2K, who's that girl, xuxa gêmeas (eu amo os filmes da xuxa tá), joker (2019), BASEketball, and i just started to get into the whole view askewniverse thing ! dogma and mallrats are awesome. and i love silent bob (hehehehe). there's probably more movies i have as favorite, but it's 1AM as i'm writing this so i can't bring it up. i will update this when i remember, tho.

୧ 𓏸 　heathers, avenue Q, cabaret, six... and more. i can't remember.

୧ 𓏸 　bully, dark deception, identity v, south park and its many games (both 2010s ones and the old ones), turma da mônica na terra dos monstros... i swear i'll update this.

okay, as i don't know in WHAT category to put this, this will be very various.

୧ 𓏸 　some actors i love are: winona ryder, david harbour, joaquin phoenix, shannen doherty... and????

୧ 𓏸 　my pookies are (or, as i like to call them, fantastic five) serj tankian, mike patton, les claypool, jonathan davis, and, of course, fred durst. i love them. my dudes fr.

୧ 𓏸 　my favorite eras are the 90s and 00s ! and i wish i had a time machine to have lived at that time !

୧ 𓏸 　i love CDs and DVDs, in which i have some. along with digital cameras and records, and vintage south park plushies!

okay, for now, i believe that's it ? i'll probably edit this when more things come to my mind. anyways, love y'all. beijos. may mini serj bless all of you.

(i'm listening to you rock my world by mj right now and it perfectly fits to jay and bob dancing LMAOOOOOOOO)

[hufflepuffimagines]

⋆｡°✩ Navegation ✩°｡⋆

⋆ About Me  ⋆

I’m Bella, I’m 21 yo and I’m brazilian, I write since I was 11, I can’t say that I do it perfectly but I try. I’m obssessed with 80s rockstar, specially Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. I’m a swifitie and I’m going to the Eras Tour in november. I love writing fluffy stories, mostly because it makes me imagine what I’d like my life to be, with that in mind, I can say that I’m trying to shift to my Selection DR, but never made it. I love Barbie, Monster High and these things, I love pink and I can honestly say that I’m a Barbie that is obssessed with rockstars. I don’t have much friends and I’d love to get to know you if you want to talk :)

⋆ You can find my prompt list here (I’ll be adding more to it during the week);

⋆ If you want to be part of my taglist, answer this form;

(that’s me everyday, not my gif)

IMPORTANT THINGS:

⋆ Character List ⋆

Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty);

Sky of Eraklyon (Fate: The Winx Saga);

Marcus Baker (Ginny and Georgia);

Nikki Sixx (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Tommy Lee (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Edward Cullen (Twilight);

Maxon Schreave (The Selection);

Troy Bolton (High School Musical);

Paul Stanley (KISS);

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl);

Slash (Guns N Roses);

Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS);

Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter);

80s Rockstars (You can specify which one in your request);

Jeremiah Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) (ONLY BY REQUEST).

⋆ How to Request ⋆

In order to request from a prompt list, you need to specify the sentence number;

You can choose up to three sentences from this list;

Remember to include the character’s full name/fandom for clarification!

You can also request another sentence that is not in this list and headcanons!

• Optional: You can add ‘angst’, ‘fluff’, etc… since some can work different ways.

Exemple: Conrad Fisher, prompt 7, fluff

⋆ Rules for Request ⋆

Send requests any time, i just dont guarantee that i’ll be writing it as soon as it arrives

Send the request on the ask box;

Don’t send vague requests, be specific. I like to work with a lot of details, it makes the story more realistic;

I have the ability to deny and delete any requests I don't want to write;

When I post your request, I will tag you.

✔  I write   ✔

Reader insert (character x reader); Fluff, angst, crossovers, songfics, AUs; Some sensitive subjects (depression, anxiety…); Male x male, female x female or any sort of pairing. love is love, you know; Any disabilities, body types, etc. when specified.

❌  I don’t write ❌  

Smut, cheating, polyship; Anything that goes against representation; Romantic stuff with adult/teen characters;   Character x character* and other people’s OCs; NSFW themes; RPF (real people fiction); Any form of incest.

If you have any questions, DM me, I would be happy to talk to you!

[littlecrow-rogue]

Hi there!!

Latley I have been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe again and I rewatched their movie The dirt on Netflix as well.

And since I am latley bored I tought I would write a fanfiction.

Back in high school I wrote a bunch of fics based on who I was fixated atm and i kinda miss those times and I would love to get back my creativy sparks and go back to writeing cause I have a few storys just waiting in forgotten pendrives to be finnished (and probably be rewritten cause they all been writen a long time ago)

Would anyone be interested in a Nikki Sixx x OC story?

Since I am new to tumblr I hope this post finds my fellow 80’s rockstar obsessed girlypops.

XoX - V

[livfastdieyoung69]

ROCKSTARS NEVER DIE-

(A Nikki Sixx Story. Ch.2)

Rowan woke once again, to a kick in the ribs.

“You know I’d be a lot happier if you stopped kicking me every morning.” Rowan grumbled into the same grimey, sweat stained pillow they had a week ago.

“Still not morning. And you have to go to that audition thing that one guy invited you to.”

“His name’s Mick.” They mumbled, moving to look over at their beloved guitar, only to find it missing. “Where the fuck is my guitar?”

“I had to take it last night when you came home at 4 am and started playing Iron Maiden songs as loud as you could turn your amp to.”

“Fuckin’ love Iron Maiden, man..”

“Yeah, I know. Do you know where this is and do I have to drive you? Cause Dotty asked if I could come in and if you want a ride we have to leave in like five minutes.” Holly rambled, her words getting faster as she tossed her light brown waves over her shoulder. Rowan took a minute to process what the girl said.

“Uh…its..just up the road. I’ll just walk, Hols it's fine.” They finally spoke looking up to the girl towering over her from their place on the mattress.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind driving you.” Holly was always concerned about Rowan, which was fair enough with all of the dumb shit they seemed to do.

“Really it’s fine, I could use a walk. And a smoke.”

“Alright, well, I’m heading out then. Call the diner if you need anything, ok?”

“I will. See you, Hol!”

“See you, Ro!” She yelled before slamming the apartment door shut. Rowan sat in silence for a moment before pushing themselves up and moving on with the day.

A harsh knock sounded on the apartment door, bringing the attention of the small group inside. A faint shout could be heard through the poorly built walls before the door knob began to twist. The door almost seemed to wobble as it was opened, a gust of wind giving off from the quickness of the skinny man on the other side.

“What can I do you for, dude?” Maybe man wasn’t such a good word. He was more of a young boy with a shining smile and mop of hair, the same complexity of Hollys, to match. A pair of drumsticks were sticking out of his belt.

“Um, Mick gave me your guys’ address.” They picked their guitar case up from off the ash-covered, cement ground. “I’m the guitarist- rhythm guitarist, I guess.”

“Oh, right on, man! Come on in, Mick just got here too. I’m Tommy and Nikki’s taking a piss, but he's the bassist.” Rowan threw Mick a small wave from his place by his amp- M.M. carved subtly into the top. “Oh, and that’s Greg.”

The bathroom door opened to reveal who Rowan guessed was Nikki, still fixing his studded belt back on, and pulling the attention away from the blonde man- supposedly the other rythm guitarist they had at the moment. He looked up after closing the bathroom door behind him and clumsily pointing over at Rowan.

“Who’s this?” The question came out through a sigh as his eyes shifted over to Tommy’s. 

“I’m Rowan. Mick thought my sound would be cool with yours, so..” They finished with a shrug, eyes trailing through the room. 

“Wait- what the hell is this?” Greg spoke, clearly frusturated- or maybe threatened, was a better description- by Rowans presence. 

“Chill, dude. They’re just someone Mick knows and we figured- might as well try it out.” Tommy tried to settle the man, the quiet of the apartment quickly returning very awkwardly.

“We have an extra amp if you need it.” Nikki spoke up, pointing to the amp in-between his and Micks.

“Uh, yeah, thanks. Sorry, I couldn’t carry mine over, but I’ve got the cords and all my pedals.” Rowan finally set their guitar case down and opened it, shoving the cords over to Nikki so he could plug it in and lifting up their guitar- a dark red SG with pinstripe work they'd done themselves over many grueling hours and a couple of homemade add-ons to the model that gave it just the right sound. 

“Tune that however you want, and we’ve only got one copy of the sheet music, so I guess just play whatever feels good.” Rowan tuned the amp- which was smaller than the others, but not by much- as he continued talking. 

“That's fine. Can’t stand that fancy-ass sheet music shit anyways.” They mumbled in response. Nikki glanced over at Tommy’s drum set to find Tommy with the same amused look, mouthing “Mick 2.0” at him. Nikki shook his head at the younger boy with a sly smile before moving his eyes over to Rowan who continued with their tuning. 

“You can tune all your shit and we’ll play with….him first and then when we’re done we’ll play with you. See what sounds better.” He started walking over to his bass while he talked, pulling the strap over his head and strumming the strings of the unplugged instrument while he continued talking. 

They began quickly, Tommy counting the others in. Mick sounded just as good as he always did, which was fucking fantastic, but the Greg guy was too slow. Everyone else was pretty clearly aggrivated everytime he missed a note or fell behind. They didn’t even finish the song, Nikki had gotten annoyed and just stopped playing in the middle of it. 

“I’m ready when you are.” Rowan spoke, flicking their pedals on with what was left of the rubber sole on their worn-down sneakers.  The amps hum grew from behind them, and Nikki seemed to be holding on to any sort of hope that they would sound good. 

The wooden sticks in Tommy’s hand clung together in the correct beat before Mick started strumming his guitar, Tommy and Nikki joining in shortly. Rowan stood with their eyes closed, hands twitching up and down the fretboard as they searched for the perfect note and listened to the others at the same time. As the drums picked up, Rowan waited for their opporunity to jump in, and did so quickly and effortlessly. 

Nikki and Tommy looked at each other once more, amazed at the sound coming from the SG- unheard, and unbelieveable. Mick watched them play with a sense of pride, but Rowan was oblivious to it all with their eyes still closed and mind on nothing but guitar. Nikki couldn’t have found a better fit- it was fucking perfect. Now to get rid of this Greg dipshit. Before Nikki could do anything about, Rowan did. 

“Yeah, so, I’m obviously better. You can, uh..” Rowan trailed off, clicking their tongue and pointing towards the door with their thumb. Greg laughed in a tone as if to say, “unbelievable”.

“Look, I was here first, alright. Tommy, tell them.” The clackering of Tommy’s drum stick made Rowan turn, finding Tommy bent over. “Nikki? Come on!” Nikki only shrugged. Greg didn’t even think of looking at Mick, they weren’t on good terms to start with. “Really?! You’re gonna listen to this weirdo over me?” Rowan gave the man a sardonic smile as he yelled over them at Nikki who only looked to the ground. 

“Then fuck you guys, man! And your shitty fuckin’ band.” He unplugged his guitar, and made a dash towards the door. It kinda sounded like he was crying as he slammed the door. Tommy let out a laugh from behind his drumset. 

“Well. Free amp.” Rowan spoke. They really were a bunch of assholes, huh?

After a quick pause, the group played a bit more before deciding that, with no other option besides the best fucking guitarist any of them could find, Rowan was quickly inducted into the band and a couple of celebration drinks were due. They moved over to Nikki's shitty table set up as he grabbed a case of beer from the fridge- something German and cheap.

“So….what's with the eye?” Apparently, Tommy had a thing for asking rude questions to guitarists after admitting them into the band. Nikki sent him a frustrated whisper of dude, receiving a clueless look and a shrug in return.

“What?” Sometimes Rowan forgot their left eye wasn’t normal, or functioning. “Oh! Uh,” Their hand moved to shuffle over the dent of their long gone scar in their left eyebrow above the once brown, but now cloudy white eye. “Just- somethin’ that happened when I was a kid.” After Rowan's avoidance of the question, the group of five went back into silence, the sound of Mick’s beer bottle clanging against the patio table set seemingly loud.

“Anyways..” Nikki looked over to Tommy while he spoke, still irritated with him. “We really need a fuckin’ singer. And I’m not about to settle for some regular looking, normal sounding asshole. We need a dude that looks like David Lee Roth with a vibe like fuckin’ Bowie.”

“So..we’re lookin’ for a skinny, blond fucker.” Mick stated.

“A skinny, blond fucker with moves.” Rowan corrected him, finishing off the rest of their beer, the same clashing that happened seconds earlier reoccurring, before Tommy gets the chance to respond.

“Wait-wait, I think I know our guy dudes.”

rowan got that dawg in em winning everyones hearts over in like thirty seconds

I’m actually pretty happy with this, and im really glad to be writing again, i actually think im boutta start writing the next chapter rn nikkis just been on my mind so much recently, my motley obsession comes back at least three times a year and i just reread the herion diaries and got his other two books so thats def not helping (also this is giving me an excuse to rewatch the dirt for all of the lines)

[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (2)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warnings: Mention of drug use, cursing. A/N: Thank you so much for the love guys!! I hope you enjoy the 2nd chapter, it's kind of a long one. If you would like to be tagged, just let me know! Gif(@ughmerlin)

Taglist: @fancywasmyname1, @kaitieskidmore1, @xxisxxisxxis, @sparxx27,  @cruecifymesixx, @tempt-ress, @a-sia-san, @x-xinenas, @casualcomputerarbiter-blog​, @makaelahdelvalle

“Is this some kind of sick joke, Bryant?”

I leaned my head against the payphone door – watching as Nikki filled up his car. “Afraid not.”

Wyatt stayed silent for a moment, my surprising news turning more into a nightmare as the minutes passed. He let out a sigh, “You’re 20 years old – got your whole life ahead of you but you decide to fuck it all up by eloping that idiot.” His usually soothing voice dripped with anger.

It was a total whim – Nikki and I were just sitting around, and he brought up the idea of getting married. We’d been together for a year almost and the thought of marriage never crossed my mind. I didn’t even think Nikki found our relationship to be serious half the time. He had dreams of becoming a rockstar – a wife – the old ball and chain – would only hinder that dream. There was no ring – no getting down on one knee. It was basically you have this one chance to say yes and get it done or it’ll never happen again. We scrounged up enough money to get a marriage license and were married the next day at the courthouse. A random guy from the street was our witness – Nikki buying him a bottle of booze as payment. It wasn’t the fairytale wedding most girls dream of, but it worked for us.

“I thought maybe you would have a change of heart and be happy for us.”

An annoyed laugh rang through the receiver, “Be happy for you – Bryant, you need to be married to this kid like you need a hole in the head. I’ve told you from day one that he wasn’t the one – have you're fun and then leave. You need to be with a man that has structure – someone with a steady income – I don’t give a shit if the guy works on Wall Street or at the gas station on the corner, Nikki is not the man you need in your life.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Uncle Wyatt.” I muttered.

This seemed to piss him off even more – “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

I played with the phone cord, unsure of what to say. “It’s just –“

“Just what, Katherine?” His tone aggressive as he used my legal name. “Now that you’re married, you think that you can talk to people however you want? Just remember this little girl-“ He paused. “I’ve known guys like Nikki all my life – Hell, I’ve been one of those guys and I know how they pick one girl, stay for a bit, and then move on to the next thing. Don’t come crying to me when he kicks your ass to the curb when the next little hottie crosses his path...”

I could pick the man out of a sea of people.

His hair was a little longer than I last remember – his clothing changing with the times and trends. The fancy sports-car that the guys purchased for him glistened in the California sun – the sun hitting the red paint just right.

“There she is.” His arms spreading open expecting me to jump right into them for one of his ‘famous hugs.’

“Hey, Doc.” I forced a smile as he pulled me in.

His touch felt more like relief than welcoming – kind of like a forced thank you for coming and saving my ass. “I’ve missed you, kid.”

I pulled away first as he took in my appearance. It’d been almost three years since we’ve seen each other – a lot of things changing in that time. “You look great.” He smiled. “More mature – nothing like that little girl I met backstage.”

“Yeah, well –“I shuffled nervously. “Someone had to grow up and become the adult.”

His eyes locked with mine, squinting as my words coursed through his brain. “May look different but that attitude is still the same.” He pulled my suitcase out of my hand, placing it in the trunk as I placed myself in the passenger seat. I took a couple deep breaths – the reality of what was about to happen finally hitting me. I was cool as a fucking cucumber the whole flight – only worrying that Wyatt would pop up at any second and drag me off the plane by my boots. I didn’t think about what I would do or say when I finally saw Nikki again. I already knew that he wasn’t going to be happy – raging would be more like it.

The thought of if this was a good idea was now creeping into my psyche. Hannah’s warning to watch my moves and have an escape plan just in case he’s bad enough where he tries to harm me played on repeat as Doc drove through the canyon. From the way he was going, Nikki still lived in the same house.

“So-“Doc smiled. “What’s been happening with you lately? Last I heard you were living in South Carolina.”

I glanced at him through my shielded lenses, rolling my eyes. “Just living life.” I was short.

“You got a job?” He continued to press.

“No –“I turned to look at him. “I just live off my good looks and hope old men want a young plaything to leave all their money too.”

His face instantly fell as he glanced at me – my face expressionless as he fumbled to form a sentence.

He chose to end the conversation after that leaving the rest of the journey completely silent. I was somewhat grateful but talking made me forget about my internal thoughts – the ones eating away at my emotions...

“Where are we even going?”

I watched as million-dollar homes passed by as we travelled further into the hills. Nikki remained silent – his eyes hidden behind his dark shades – a stoic expression on his stubbled face. We had been driving for almost 30 minutes – silence taking up most of that time. I could tell from his body language that he was nervous. His body was stiff as he kept both hands on the steering wheel. He was home from the first leg of the Shout at the Devil tour – the guy I had known before tour started was left somewhere on an abandoned highway. Nikki was different – a little distant – more focused on the drugs and booze than before.

Instead of saving the money that was coming in from the shows, he and the rest of the band went on a spending spree – laying thousands down on new cars, expensive clothes, and the finest designer powder they could get their mitts on. It was a nice feeling not to be struggling anymore but Nikki was going through the money like water in the desert. His habit went from a couple bumps here or there to being desperate for the next fix. Shady looking characters were in our apartment every night as he got ready to go out with the guys. They followed him around like a puppy would their owner – Nikki was their client – he had the money, and they had the blow.

I kept glancing at him as he concentrated on the road, “Is there a party up here or something?”

He cleared his throat, slinking further into the leather seat of the Camaro. “No.” His answer simple.

“Then why the hell are we u-“

He stopped the car in front of a large home – the exterior darker than those around. “Welcome home.” His voice flat. I looked between him and the house – confusion written all over my face.

“What?”

“You wanted a house, didn’t you?”

I stayed quiet for a second – trying to process the situation. “Are you trying to tell me you bought a house – this house – and you didn’t bother to ask me how I would feel about that?” I pointed towards the home; my eyes fixed on Nikki.

He ignored the question, driving past the gate that secured the house from the open road. The driveway was long and steep – the house sitting perfectly on the hilltop. It was an open landscape – not many trees and the perfect view of those that lived in the valley.

“Nikki – you can’t be serious right now?” He placed the car in park – turning the engine off before removing himself from the car. I didn’t wait for him to let me out, hastily slamming the door shut as he rounded the passenger side. “Please tell me you didn’t buy this house?”

“You know-“He smiled as he removed his sunglasses – the telltale signs of last night written all over his face. “You bitch about living in a small apartment but yet here you are bitching me out for buying you a beautiful house.”

I raised my hands in the air, “I didn’t ask you to buy me a fucking house, Nikki!”

He rolled his jaw in anger as I vented about how we were supposed to be saving money and not throwing it away on things that we didn’t need or things we could wait for. I was perfectly content in staying in the apartment – hell, it was better than the one he was in when I first met him. I made sure to keep it clean and we shared the rent 50/50. Just because Motley had become a success didn’t mean that I wanted him spending that hard earned money on a house. We had plenty of time to look at houses – a house we would both love – not the first one that had a for sale sign.

“Fine –“His voice low. “You don’t want to the fucking house – “He hastily reached into his shirt pocket fishing out the key before throwing it as hard as he could down the embankment. “Then no one will fucking get the house!”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” My anger exploded as I raced to find the key. He stood behind, leaning against the black hood. I knew it was gonna be like finding a fucking needle in a haystack – the only chance of getting into the house would be to break in...

Doc’s car pulled up the familiar driveway – Nikki’s overzealous purchases sitting in front of the house. “I’ve always hated this house.” I muttered.

“Yeah-“Doc smirked. “Nikki’s made mention of it a time or two.” He placed the car in park – a knowing sigh slipping past his lips. “Ready for this, kid?”

I tucked my lip between my teeth – a nervous habit I had since childhood. “Ready for it like a hole in the head I guess.”

He chuckled at my answer, walking up the stairs ahead of me. The day I left kept flashing in my mind – the way my shoes hit the stone steps – Nikki trying to follow behind but stumbling from the drugs. Doc unlocked the door using his personal key that he had made, telling me that he had keys to all the guy’s houses. Stepping across the threshold showed me just how much he had changed. The once bright living room was now painted in a dark red – black, leather furniture scattered around the room. The house was an absolute mess! Liquor bottles, beer cans, food containers, and clothes littered the living room and kitchen.

“You can’t afford to get him a housekeeper?” My nose turned up at the smell. “This place is a fucking pigsty, Doc.”

He waved me off as he started towards the staircase. From what I could see, all the doors to the rooms were closed – the bedroom we shared being off to the left side. “Let me go see if he’s up and decent.” I nodded my head, looking around in disgust at the mess.

Gold and platinum records lined the walls – older photographs joining here and there. The photos that hung while we were together were nowhere to be found – probably burned and turned to ash. Heavy footsteps sounded as the person descended the stairs – my heart starting to race at the thought of seeing Nikki again.

Doc appeared seconds later, “He’s not here.” He spoke out of breath. “Fucking needles and baggies are lying all over the closet floor – probably got high and left for God knows where.”

I threw my purse on the couch, taking a haphazard seat as Doc began to pace the room.

“When’s the last time you seen him?” His eyes connecting with mine.

He thought about it for a second, “Probably three – four days ago I guess.”

I looked up at the ceiling, my tolerance for him starting to waver. “You have a guy that’s actively addicted, knocking on death’s fucking door, and the last time you laid eyes on him was four days ago? Are you fucking kidding me, Doc?”

“I talked to him on the phone the day before yesterday and he sounded fine. I can’t be on babysitting duty twenty-four fucking seven, Bryant. I have other bands that need me –“

“No-“ I cut him off. “You have other cash cows that are out there killing themselves so you can make a name for yourself and have money in your pocket.”

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, “I didn’t bring you out here so you can rip me a new one, Katherine.”

My anger finally coming through, “Don’t fucking call me that.” My finger pointed in his face. “You don’t have the right or luxury to ever call me by my real name.”

“And who has that luxury, Bryant?” He pressed. “Your fucking ex-husband who’s out there killing himself because you fucking left him? You know you may think it’s my fault that Nikki is the way he is, but you’re just as much to blame. He didn’t get bad until you sent the fucking divorce papers – this is on you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.” I pushed past him, making my way to the front door.

I started walking down the driveway, not even caring that the sun was starting to set, and I didn’t have anywhere to go or anyone to pick me up. I made it about halfway down before Doc’s car came up beside me. “Get in the car, Bryant.” His voice monotone. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that in my 25 years of being on this planet. That was my go-to move anytime Nikki pissed me off and we happened to be in the car. Hell, there was sometimes I would just get out of the car at a red light and start walking down the busy street.

“I’m sorry –“ I turned to look at him. “I don’t accept rides from assholes.” My boots slapping against the concrete.

Doc let out a string of curse words, finally stopping the car as he got out and tried to catch up. His fingers grabbed tightly onto my wrist, spinning me around into his body. “Fucking stop, Bryant.” His breathing ragged. “I already have enough to deal with and you acting like a fucking brat doesn’t need to be added to the plate.” I pushed the hair out of my face, yanking my arm out of his hold.

I waited a second as he walked back to his sports car before inching my way back to the passenger side. I may have slammed the door a little too hard, earning a look from Doc as he drove to the main road.

“Vince is throwing a party-“He spoke. “My guess is Nikki’s probably there since all the dealers are there.”

“He’s like a month flying to a bug zapper.” I mumbled.

The drive to Vince’s beachside mansion didn’t take long – traffic being light for that area. Different cars surrounded the home as music blared out of the open windows. I watched as people moved out of the way as Doc drove up to the front – those outside looking to see who was arriving. I didn’t bother waiting for Doc this time – getting out and stomping up the staircase.

I had no idea where he could be – the house was ginormous. The music grew louder as I neared the living room – a circular couch sitting in the middle of the room. A tall skinny guy was the first person I noticed – still having the same stupid haircut he had when we first met. Tom was a fish out of water in the world he lived – the opposite of Motley Crue. It still amazed me to this day that he was the reason Motley got signed.

My eyes moved across the couch, a head full of jet-black hair bent over a silver serving tray caught my attention. I watched as the lines that were perfectly placed vanished as the rolled up bill moved in a vertical motion. His head popped up for a moment, rubbing his nose as the high was hitting.

“I see you found him.” Doc stood next to me. “This is mild compared to what he’s usually doing.” I kept my eyes trained on Nikki as he talked to Mick and Tom – laughing at whatever they were saying. “Bring back memories?”

I glanced at Doc, rolling my eyes before walking towards the white couch. Nikki was in his own world that he didn’t even notice that someone was getting closer. Tom was the first to notice, his jaw dropping to the floor as his eyes grew wide.

“Holy shit.”

Nikki and Mick looked up to see what caused Tom’s reaction, Nikki’s eyes connecting with mine. It took him a moment before his smile started to fall – sobering up within seconds.

[livingmybestfictionallife]

just letting you know i love live wire so much! it’s great!!

I’m so glad!!! I’m working on Ch 15 right now and 16 is half way done! I’m always down to hear thoughts and theories on what’s going to happen bc I haven’t decided what will happen yet, so please reach out. I love talking about The Dirt and Live Wire

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Torn In Two

Chapter Thirteen

Summary: Sierra moved to Los Angeles with her friends. When she meets Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee, her life gets a little more complicated.

Tags: @killer-sixx96 @malibubarbievince @samanthadegaro @scarecrowmax @freddiessmallnipples

Warnings: sex

Twelve Masterlist Fourteen

Sierra walked behind the rear of the band with Doc. He had been trying to ask her how she knew that Nikki and Tommy would listen to her, and he had tried to talk her out of coming on tour with them. Yet, here was trying to make nice with her now.

“So how did you meet them?” Doc asked.

“I met Nikki one night on my way home, and then I met Tommy the same way Nikki did,” she answered, trying to figure him out.

“So which one are you with?” the manager asked.

Sierra stopped in her tracks and looked directly at Doc. “Listen to me. I don’t know what you are trying to ask or why you are even asking, but I don’t see how it’s anyone’s business what happens between me and them. That’s none of your business,” she said, wishing he would stop his line of questioning.

“I’m just trying to get to know you and why the band is so in love with you,” he said, holding his hands up. “And if you are going to hang around him, then you better get used to questions like that from the paparazzi.”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t the paparazzi,” Sierra pointed out. She picked her pace up and rushed ahead to catch up with Nikki. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and gave her best friend a smile.

They walked up to the elevator. She quickly got on and giggled when the doors shut on Doc’s face. As much as she knew that he was right, he was being a bit of an ass.

“Was he interrogating you?” Vince asked.

“Pretty much,” Sierra answered. “Claiming that he is preparing me for the paparazzi.”

Mick huffed. “I would like to see some sleaze try to pester you,” he said.

Sierra smiled at the guitarist. He was the sweetest guy most of the time, and besides he was always ready to defend her honor in any way that he could.

“Exactly! They won’t spread any rumors about prettiest one here,” Tommy said.

“Besides, I’ll just knock them out,” Nikki added.

Sierra rolled her eyes. “You will do no such thing,” she said, waving a finger at him. “I don’t need you getting charged with assault.”

The elevator door opened, and they all walked out. They had each gotten their own room key. As much as Tommy begged, Sierra didn’t want to share a room the whole tour especially when they weren’t officially together. She wasn’t going to force him to make things official just yet because she wanted him to be willing to do it on his own.

She stepped off the elevator and into the hallway. She felt Nikki right behind her. Then Tommy was right next to her until they reached his room.

Nikki stayed with her until they reached her hotel room. He looked at her as she unlocked the door. “Doll, something on your mind?” he asked.

Sierra looked at that. “I just don’t know what to think. Ashley isn’t talking to me, and I can’t figure out why,” she answered.

Nikki sighed and wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his chest. “I’m sure Ashley will come around. She just needs to calm down and realize that you can take care of yourself,” he said.

She smiled into his chest. “Nik, I think I might just love you,” she admitted.

Nikki laughed lightly. “Right back at you,” he replied. “Now, you need some rest.”

Sierra looked up at him. “I don’t really want to be alone,” she admitted.

Nikki pushed the door open and waited for her to enter the room before he did. She didn’t know what she was doing, but the only thing on her mind was how he comforted her when she was freaking out on the plane.

Sierra turned on her heels and looked up at Nikki. He met her eyes and gave her a questioning look. “Kiss me,” she demanded impulsively.

Nikki didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. She kissed him back. He moved his hands and grabbed onto her hips. She ran her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

Nikki started moving her towards the bed in the hotel room. Sierra felt the back of her knees hit the bed, and Nikki gently started to lay her down on it.

As she crawled back on the bed, she met his eyes and melted at the look he was giving her. He looked so focused on her like there was no one else in the world, and he wasn’t going anywhere for a long time.

Nikki crawled over her and started kissing her again. This time he licked her lips, asking for entrance. Sierra couldn’t deny him. She let their tongues tangle together. Nikki cupped her breasts over her shirt. She grabbed onto him.

He started to pull off her shirt while she was tugging at his. When they both hard their shirts off, she felt Nikki’s naked chest press against her nearly naked chest. Nikki glared at the bra, and Sierra almost laughed.

He kissed the top of her breasts and moved up her chest. He kissed along her neck. He sucked a little on her neck as he moved back to her lips. Nikki kissed her again and pulled back to look at her. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

Sierra arched her back a little and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. When she looked back at him, his eyes were glued on her now exposed breasts.

“Does this answer your question?” she asked, pulling his attention back to his face.

Nikki had a look of awe written all over his face. He smiled and kissed her again. He moved down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them.

Sierra went to work on getting Nikki’s pants off as she moaned from the feel of his lips against her skin. It was long before she had his pants pushed down, and she didn’t have to worry about underwear for him.

She felt his hard cock as she moved her hands back to his torso. She became curious at the feel of him. She wrapped her hand around him and rubbed him a little. Nikki groaned against her as he switched breasts.

He moved his hands down and unbuttoned her pants. Nikki slowly slipped his hand under her panties and ran his thick calloused fingers along her center. She let out a loud moan as she twisted her grip around him. He rubbed her for a bit before stick a finger into her.

“You feel so amazing,” he moaned out.

She gasped at the feel and bucked against him. It was long before he added another finger into her, and Sierra moved with him.

“Nikki, please,” she begged.

“Gotta get you ready,” he muttered.

“I can’t wait,” she pleaded. “Nikki, I need you.”

Nikki pressed his head on her shoulder. He pulled back and yanked her pants and her panties down off her legs. He moved to where he was between her legs and lined up with her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed into her.

Nikki pushed into her and she gasped. He pulled back and entered her again. It was long before he set a pace. And there was nothing fast about it. It was steady enough that she bucked against him, trying to get more of the friction as she felt a tightness in her belly.

“Oh, Nikki, I’m close,” she begged.

Nikki groaned as he kissed her deeply. He picked up his pace a little bit as he brought his hand and started to rub her while he continued to push into her.

“Nikki,” she moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm take over. Her nails dug into his back as she practically screamed out his name.

“Oh, Sierra,” he moaned as she felt him orgasm into her. He grabbed her hips and held himself in her. “Doll, you feel amazing!”

After a few seconds, he pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her. He tugged the blanket out from underneath them and covered them both up.

Sierra turned onto her side and cuddled up to Nikki. He wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head on his chest hearing his heartbeat.

“Get some rest, doll,” he said.

“Please stay,” she begged. Sierra didn’t know why she asked him to, but she felt like she needed it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her. He kissed her hair.