Nikki Sixx Imagines and Smuts

Tattoo Artist

- ❤️

- gets near smut, but not actually smut.

- to be warned: mention of needles, tattoos, giving hickeys, and mature content that is close to smut but isn't smut.

- in this imagine, nikki is a tattoo artist.
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I had been thinking about getting a tattoo between my breasts for awhile, but I was scared of the pain. I finally said fuck it and went to Nikki Sixx. Nikki Sixx was the best tattoo artist on the sunset strip. I had to get going because my appointment was at 2:00 pm.

I walked into the tattoo shop and smiled as I saw pretty tattoos on the walls. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" The orange-haired artist at the counter asked me. "Hi, yes. I have an appointment with Nikki!" I said excitedly. "I love your hair." I told her and she blushed. "Thank you so much!" She smiled and checked in the computer. "Alright, hun! Go on back. Good luck with your tattoo!" She smiled and I walked back.

My heels clicked on the floor and I walked back to see Nikki getting stuff ready. "Hey!" He looked up and stopped what he was doing. "Hi! I'm Y/n." I held out my hand and he shook it. "Nikki. Cute name, darling." He smiled. "Thank you." I blushed and sat down. "Do you have a reference photo?" He asked and I pulled out my phone. "Yeah, this." I showed him and he nodded. "Between the breasts?" He asked. "Mhm!" I said. "Alright, are you ready?" He asked. "I am." I nodded my head.

I sat there, waiting for him to say something. "Sooo, do you want to lift your shirt up a bit or just all the way off?" He asked me as he got ready to clean my skin. "I don't know, what's easier for you?" I asked him. "Well, I mean, it doesn't matter. Whatever you're comfortable with." He added. "I'm fine with whatever." I shrugged. "Oh my god, take your shirt off." He said and I giggled. "Alright..." He looked. "Knock it off!" I smiled as he stared. "Shh!" He put his finger on his lips.

"Alright, I'm going to start." He said and I nodded. The needle touched my skin and I bit my lip. "You okay?" He asked me. "I'm good." I said as he continued the tattoo. "Do you want me to get some type of covering?" He asked me and I shook my head. "Nah, it's fine." I smiled at him. "Alright, beautiful." He said and I got butterflies. Beautiful? He thinks I'm beautiful? "Alright, handsome." I said and he was blushing so hard.

     "You think I'm beautiful?" I asked him and watched him as he tattooed. "Is that a question?" He smiled like a little boy. "It is." I said. "Well, yeah." He turned a little red. "Y'know, you're really cute." I bit my lip and smiled. "Oh yeah?" He asked me. "Mhm." I told him. "Take a break." I told him and he paused. "What for?" He asked me. "Cuz." I shrugged and he got close to me. "You have pretty lips." I looked at his lips. "Thank you, they'd look better on you." He said and I gasped.

"What?" He asked me. "You're bold." I paused. "I like that." I said and he looked at my lips. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. "Of course." I said and our lips connected. He was such a good kissed I just couldn't stop. "Mm, Nikki.." I said and he pulled away. "Fuck." He said and kissed my neck gently. I tilted my head to the side, letting him leave marks on me. "You're so fuckin' perfect.." He smiled and looked at my neck. "Oh shit." He giggled. "Look at that." He got a small mirror and showed me.

"Damn Nikki!" I laughed and wrapped my arm around his neck and sat on his lap. "Can we like... finish later?" I kissed his cheek. "Fine with me." He said and we continued making out.