#tracii guns x reader

[izzystradlinswife]

dont feel pressured but im so soft rn i need to get this off my chest

tracii guns is the type of bf to take you on motorcycle rides 24/7. He loves his bike sm and he loves spending time with you, so its kind of a given. he especially loves it if you're nervous/a first time rider bc it gives him an excuse to "teach" you how to ride ☹☹☹

(anyways)

First off It's definitely an innocence thing, like he wants to spend the time teaching you "things" I won't go into detail, cause you said soft 😚

storing that away for a fic later on

But at any chance he gets, he says something like, "Babe want to go out?" Why wouldn't you want to go out? That's simple enough. When you go to reach for the car door, he's revving the engine of his motorcycle. Mental face palm, it's not like you don't want to ride with him, and it's not like you don't trust him. You do, you really do, but you can't help the nervousness that bubbles up every time from just seeing him on it. The thought of actually being on his motorcycle didn't make you feel any better.

Tracii notices your hesitance, leaving his bike behind as he walks over to you slinging both arms around your waist then resting his head between the nook of your neck. "Baby it'll be fine, I promise" he planted a quick but sweet kiss on the column of your throat. You sighed as you glanced at the bike "I'll teach you, I'll make sure you're safe and if everything goes as planned I'll teach you some other things later" you felt his smirk against your skin leaving a much hotter kiss on your neck.

"Tracii," You dramatically gasped "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Tracii breathed out a laugh as he held your figure closer. "One that'll accept my bargain and trust me" you rolled your eyes at his words, almost forgetting what you were talking about. "Fine, you better be careful" Tracii eagerly grabbed your hand and led you to his bike, he swung his leg over so both of his thighs rested on either side of the bike.

He reached his hand out for you, you shook your head with a laugh as you repeated his motion with ease. "I think I can do that part by myself" Your confidence slowly rose, it couldn't be that bad from here. Tracii turned the bike back on causing a small jump from you. Without looking back he took both of your arms and put them around his waist. "Don't let go, okay?" He said speaking over the engine, you shook your head showing you wouldn't.

You propped up your legs where Tracii pointed to, your nerves getting the best of you once again as you fidgeted with the zipper of his jacket. His hand rested on your knee as his thumb rubbed back and forth while he spoke. "You know I would never do something that I knew would hurt you and if you hold on and don't let go it'll be fun, just breathe baby" although you couldn't see his face you knew he smiled at the end, he took pride in the way you wouldn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.

"We'll start slow. Work our way up." You nodded as you leaned your head into his shoulder as the bike started moving. You held on impossibly tighter, squeezing your eyes shut as he turned the corner away from the house. "I swear to god, Tracii, if this thing kills me, I'm never forgiving you." You heard his laugh echo as you slowly opened your eyes, your hair blew back in the wind as you looked at the sky, squinting from the sharp wind blowing in your eyes.

The sun was slowly setting the purples faded into dusty oranges and then into subtle pink hues. You loosened your grip, not enough for you to fall off, but so your arms weren't straining so much, you rolled up to a stop light. "How ya doin baby?" He looked to the side so he could hear better. "I guess it's not so bad." You sighed, "I told you. It's relaxing, isn't it?" Tracii tapped your arm, bringing your attention to him. "I don't know if I would say that, but it's nice. The sunset is pretty.

"Why do you think I took you this way instead of through the strip?" The light turned from red to green as he finished his sentence. He quickly gained speed again until he reached the limit. You thought about his words earlier on how he would never do something if he knew it would hurt you. You smiled at his gesture and how much he did for you. You don't think you could've picked a better person if you tried.

[stabby-pigeon]

A Thrust of the Hips

Kelly Nickels Fic

AN: another one thanks to a wonderful conversation with @that-80s-chick (bro ily)

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing if you squint

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It was finally time.

The boys had been preparing for months, and it was a year late due to the world being shut down. But the wait was finally over.

You had decided to go with them, the bassist being your beloved boyfriend. He was your world, despite the press trying to tear you apart.

Your age meant little to you as he could still prove himself youthful. In and out of the bedroom, he amazed you with all he did.

It was no surprise when he came into your shared room and asked you, with those precious brown eyes, if you would go on tour with him.

Of course you said yes.

So here you were, crowd pulsing around you as they started to perform at Shade Valley in Sturgis South Dakota. You knew the crowd would be big, but you hadn’t expected over a thousand people to show.

Kelly insisted on you staying on the side of the stage, but you couldn’t. You loved the crowd. The rush of adrenaline from those around you feeding into the music gave you life. He didn’t seem to mind, he just chuckled when he saw you.

What did bother him, was that you were wearing a very revealing top. It bothered him in the way of his pants suddenly felt far too tight. His lips curled into that oh-so familiar smirk that you loved.

They opened with Shoot for Thrills, an original. That got the crowd’s attention and got them moving.

The show was going great, the crowd was amazingly reactive to Kurt. Your attention was locked on Kelly, his subtle hair tosses and smiles had you captivated. As much as he tried not to look your way, he failed. The constriction became painful at the start of Crawl. He mentally cursed himself for letting you wear that shirt, knowing it slowly rides down your body and shows off more and more.

You watched him in awe and lust, heat growing between your legs. His fingers skillfully maneuvered the strings, he seemed to notice your gaze at last.

He stalked over to you, playing his solo proudly on the amp in front of you. He smirked when he noticed that you were just as turned on as he was. At the end, he thrusted his hips into his bass, providing slight relief to his distress. You were red, and he was smirking like a cocky bastard, knowing exactly what he did to you.

For the rest of the set, he subtly ground his hips into his bass, keeping a keen eye on your features.

By the end of the show, he felt adrenalized, and ready to give you the night of your life.

[julessworldd]

Two fools

warnings: cussing, smut at the end(sorta implied), two idoits is all I have to say about Y/n and quack quack. 

to the anon who requested this, I’m not the best at smut and I have wrote for any rockstar for a while. hope you enjoy :)

Hi there!! Can I request a Kelly Nickels x reader where the reader and him were just fuck buddies but she catches feelings and then his band mates help him realize that he caught feelings too? Maybe loving smut at the end-? Thank youuu!!

I watched the raven haired man get in his car from my apartment window, another night of wishing he could stay in my arms only.  Only if I wasn’t such a chicken I could tell Kelly how I felt and how one of the rules got broken. He would be pissed for sure and would quit our arrangement. 

Next morning, I saw everyone from L.A. Guns on my couch, expect Kelly.  “Who died?”, I freaked out.  “Nobody love”, Phil said, standing up from the couch.  “Alright then, why are you here at 10am? I got work”, I sighed, walking into the kitchen.  “We know how you feel about Kels”, Tracii sat down at the counter.  “We’re fuck buddies, nothing more”, I replied back.  There were snorts and giggles after that.  “Looking depressed when he had that red head on his lap at our last gig”, Phil said.  I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose, “You made your point, but Kelly doesn't like me the way I like him”  The boys were quiet.  “I gotta get ready for work, okay? Lock the door on your way out”, I said, walking to the bathroom.  

It was midnight, when the bell rang and there stood some familiar faces, one I wasn’t in the mood to see.  “Hi boys! Regular booth?”, I asked.  Phil nodded.  “What to drink?”, I asked.  “Jack and Coke, all”, Tracii said, with a smile on his face.  I nodded and got their drinks ready, “Nicole, can you go clean table 9 please?”, I asked the blonde.   “Talking about you to the bean pole looking one”, Nicole came back as I was walking to their table.  “Ready to order?”, I smiled. Kelly was looking out the window.  “Kelly, are you hungry or not?”Tracii kicked his calve.  “Not. Gonna go for a smoke”, Kelly looked at me as he got up.  I watched him push the door open,  “What did you tell him?”, I asked.  “Nothing yet”, Tracii looked outside.  “Whatever, I got side work to finish”, I walked away.   “Y/n, you okay?”, Nicole asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.  “Uh, oh yeah”, I smiled.  The boys’ food was ready, but Kelly wasn’t back.  “Enjoy”, I stalked off and headed towards the back door with a cigarette.  

I saw a tall figure as I put the box at the door,  “Hey”, It was Kelly. 

“Hey. Got a light?”, I smiled, as Kelly lit my cigarette.  “You seem off tonight”, I said, letting the smoke out of my lips.  Kelly lit a cigarette,  “A little bit. Here for my drink, I’ll see you later”, Kelly handed me the money and tip.  “Okay. Be careful, Kells”, I smiled.  “Will do, doll! You do the same”, Kelly kissed the crown of my head.  “Course”, I said, shutting the door.  The boys were still there, Nicole dropped a plate off as I walked out.  Phil and I made eye contact.  “Here is your check, no rush, but we close in 30”, I dropped the check off.  Finally, I left the diner for the next two days. 

There was a knock on the door, “Coming”, I said as I clipped an earring in.  “Oh hey”, I smiled as Kelly stood in my doorway.  “Can we talk? You know before your date”, Kelly asked.  “Party actually, but yeah come in”, I smirked.  “Sit”, Kelly laid his hand on my back, rubbing it up and down.  “Kelly?”, I asked him.  “Let me talk, doll”, Kelly said, bending down to my level, hands on my knees.  “Remember how we agreed that we wouldn’t catch feelings for each? This was no strings attached type of deal?”  I nodded, feeling my throat tighten with nerves.  “Recently,  I was brought to see that this started to become a little more attached. At first, I was in denial because you would never fall for a man like me. I’m just a musician that finally caught a break, you need someone who can make you happy and keep you well financed. Someone needs to get you out of that slum at work, you’re too pretty to be a waitress forever.  Y/n, I love you and understand if you don’t feel the same and end our little arrangement. Just needed to get that off my chest”, Kelly sighed, running a hand through his hair.   Holy shit! He loves me! Y/n, say something back. 

I grabbed Kelly’s chin, looking in his brown orbs, “Fuck it”, I kissed him.  Kelly kissed me back, it became more heated and passion filled.  I threw my legs around his back, holding his hair in my hands.  “I love you, Kelly so much”, I held his face, tears coming down my face.  Kelly smiled, kissing the side of my mouth, “I’ll let you go to your party”  “Kelly?”, I asked him, biting my lip.  “Yeah?”, He furrowed his brows.  “I would rather be here, have you tear my dress off and fuck my brains out instead of going to some shitty party. Think you could do that for me?”, I smirked.  “Don’t want to fuck you tonight, princess. Wanna kiss every inch of you and savor it”, Kelly grabbed my hips.  “Then do it, Kels”, I kissed him.  Kelly reached in my dress, sliding my panties off.  I finished taking the rest of it off and unclasping my bra, Kelly was kissing my thigh.  “Mhm Kelly please”, I whined.  “Shh, I gotcha bunny. Don’t worry”, Kelly dipped his head into my heat, lapping at me like a kitten.  “Fuck”, I grabbed his hair, keeping him place as I felt his tongue down my slit.  

Kelly rolled off of me, I laid on my head on his chest.  “Is it too early to ask you out?”, Kelly asked.  I giggled, “Little late, but I’ll go out with you” “That would make the happiest man alive, Bunny”, Kelly grinned.  “Can you stay the night, please?”, I asked.  Kelly nodded, pulling me closer to his side, kissing my forehead.  Finally!, I thought as sleep came closer to my mind.  

[clowncaits]

masterlist

Summary: The reader is an uprising singer. Retired groupie/roadie. A specific man catches her attention.

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x f!Reader

Warnings: None.

Multiple wires wrapped around your ankles, tripping you up. Your nerves hadn’t been this bad in months.

Today is the day you’re going to introduce yourself.

Whenever your weekly routine of singing at your local bar comes around, you feel you’re falling into madness. Your singing career clearly wouldn’t get any further if this is what you constantly relied on.

The second option of becoming a poet didn’t feel right to you. Music and singing had been your escape since you were a little girl. Poetry isn’t all bad, but you couldn’t see yourself getting far.

But you couldn’t help it. In all honestly, you would’ve left weeks ago. Just the idea alone of walking down the Sunset Boulevard for old times sake gave you chills. Besides, you had the money saved to do so.

The raven haired male walking in every Wednesday gave you the same feeling as your daydreams about the strip. He was the reason you put yourself through hell. And everyday was a day closer to introducing yourself to him. Well, that’s what you were telling yourself.

Music that you played bounced from soft rock, to your own. He always seemed so concentrated on your singing.

Sometimes he’d even bring friends along, and it felt more nerve wrecking. It was clear as day that you were the topic of the conversation. And you definitely weren’t complaining.

You felt like a teenager trying to impress her crush.

Mature men were always your go to, and you’ve definitely had your fair share of life on the road. Rockstars, and married men. Bad habits die hard.

On the topic, the male seemed scarily familiar. But you could never tell. The sunglasses hid his eyes, and the grey hat he’d wear wasn’t helping. It was like he was trying to not be seen.

So, the songs you had chosen described how you had felt today perfectly. You could feel the vibe it gave, and how it would shift the atmosphere. Proudness fulfilled you.

And goddamn- did that show go great!

Everything was perfect. Lights and sound was exactly how you wanted. And to top it all off, he’s alone— by the looks of things, he seemed impressed. If you didn’t take this opportunity, you definitely wouldn’t get it again.

Instead of going up to the top floor, you strutted your way down the small stage stairs, aware of the power and confidence you held.

Third row, second table to the left.

You could do this. It’s a casual thing to talk to a man who watches you sing every Friday, right? Don’t overthink it. For all you know, he’s an old friend of yours. You did say he looked familiar-

"Can I help you?"

Great.

"I see you here every Friday, and it’s been happening for weeks now. I wanted to introduce myself."

He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed. Hopefully you wasn’t being invasive. It was like he was thinking for hours, clueless as to why you would even make conversation. "Well then? Take a seat."

Accepting the offer, you pulled down your skirt while doing so. That voice was so- familiar.

"I’m Y/N... Have we met before by any chance?" He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. He took off his sunglasses. And it all made sense. The smile should’ve given it away, but damn, Izzy Stradlin at your shows? After all these years?

"Well that’s... Unexpected." Short hair was unusual on him.

"It’s nice to see you too, Y/N." He grumbled. You hadn’t seen Izzy since 1991 when he had left the band. You felt that the spark was lost. After sticking around for Duff’s sake, you finally stopped touring with them.

You’ve been friends with GN’R since Tracii Guns was the guitarist.

"Where did you go, Izzy? I’ve been trying to find you for years! Everyone has..."

He took a large swig of the whiskey on the table, "I’ve been keeping quiet. Out of the spotlight as much as possible."

"Why didn’t you try and find me sooner?" Jeffery knew what you were getting at, and he shrugged. The small hookups would always lead to something more. The 8 years you had together were adventurous. Always ending with ‘why can’t we be something more?’. Izzy tried to explain that he didn’t want to leave you heartbroken, something he was infamous for not only among groupies.

An awful silence rested among the table, but it didn’t last long.

"Find me at that cafe down the street, next Wednesday. You know the one. I’ve got a gig not long from now."

You were miles away. Not realising Iz’ was gone. Dreading the conversation that the two of you would be having next week.

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Protective & Pregnant

Pairing: Kelly Nickels x Reader (Requested)

Author’s Note: I’m really sorry if my writing has gotten worse and that it has been coming out so slowly. Please know that I’m really trying :)

“I got it babe.”

Kelly ran down the hall to meet you at the door of the recording studio. You had just taken a cab over to drop off a couple of things for Kelly and the boys.

“Kelly, it’s fine. It’s just one bag,” you said, shooing away Kelly’s hands from taking a hold of the bag you were carrying. In it were assorted items the band had requested you bring: new guitar strings, cigarettes, a forgotten pedal, and a surprising amount of snacks. 

Kelly ignored your protests though and grabbed the bag from your hands anyways. Taking it into his own hands, he began leading you through the door and down the corridor to the studio where the rest of L.A. Guns were.

“We’re upstairs,” he said motioning to the stairwell you were both approaching. “Are you good to take the stairs?”

“My god, Kelly,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I’m pregnant, not helpless.”

Kelly lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. I just worry y’know?”

You smiled up at him. You actually found it to be quite precious the way Kelly worried about and doted on you. He had been like this ever since you had first told him you were expecting. “I know,” you said. “Trust me, I know.”

Despite your teasing, Kelly still grasped at your arm as you made your way up the flight of stairs. You had already been holding the railing with your other hand, but Kelly must have felt you needed his help as well. You decided to just let him help you, knowing it was an action done entirely out of love and devotion to you and your baby.

“(Y/N)!”

You heard your name immediately after exiting the stairwell with Kelly. Phil was standing in the doorway of the first door in the hallway with a big grin on his face. 

“Hey Phil!” you greeted enthusiastically. You were close with all of the boys in L.A. Guns, but got along especially well with Phil. “How are you?” You approached him as Kelly entered the room and began a conversation with Steve and Tracii.

“I’m great! And you, oh my, you’ve gotten so big,” Phil gushed, embracing you in a hug before reaching down to place a gentle hand on your growing belly. “Christ, how far along are you now?”

“Seven months,” you replied, smiling fondly at the excitement in Phil’s eyes caused by your baby bump. All the boys had been so excited when you and Kelly had announced you were going to be parents. “Am I really that much bigger?” you asked. You had seen Phil only a couple of weeks ago.

“Well yeah,” Phil said. “But, um, in a good way! Not fat, just bigger.” Phil’s eyes grew wide. “Not that if you were getting fatter that would be a bad thing!”

“Um thanks?” you said, confused as to why Phil was acting so strangely.

“What I mean is you look good! What’s that word Kelly told us?” Phil paused to think of what he was trying to say. “Glowing! That’s it! You look glowing.”

“Kelly told you to say that?” you asked Phil, turning back to him.

Phil reached up to play with his hair, a small embarrassed smile on his lips. “Well, not exactly. But he did tell us to be extra nice to you when we saw you today.”

You squinted your eyes in confusion. “Why?” you asked, unsure as to why Kelly would say that to his friends.

“Oh well, I don’t know. He just said you were getting to be a little, hmm how should I say it, sensitive is all. I think he just didn’t want any of us upsetting you. You know how Mick and Steve’s jokes can get.” Phil explained, looking slightly like he had just accidentally let the cat out of the bag. “Kelly’s just looking out for you I think.”

You smiled. Being pregnant had made you a tad more emotional than usual.The other day you had cried over seeing your neighbor’s cat sitting out their porch, something completely ordinary. Your hormones were all out of wack and that made you a bit more inclined to react strongly or out of the ordinary to things. You found it extremely endearing and a little humorous that Kelly had instructed the boys to be on their best behavior for your benefit. 

“Speak of the devil,” Phil said as you felt an arm snake around your waist.

Kelly came up behind you and rubbed soothing circles on your side. “Were you talking about me?” he asked, eyebrows raised, looking between the two of you. 

“Only about how much I love you,” you replied, standing up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

Phil smiled at the two of you before silently excusing himself to go talk to Tracii. 

“What were you really talking about?” Kelly asked, suspicious of what you and Phil had been conversing about.

You only responded with your own question though. “Did you really tell the guys to be extra nice to me today?”

Kelly huffed out a laugh and you turned around to see a little color rise to his cheeks. He put a hand to the back of his neck.

“Um, well, kinda. I didn’t say it like that,” he explained. “I just suggested that they not be as crude as they typically would since you’ve been uh, well kinda, um,” he fumbled to find a word that wouldn’t seem offensive.

“Sensitive?” you supplied, thinking of what Phil had said.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I just meant it as a precaution that some of their typical teasing ways might not go over well with you right now.” He grinned and shook his head a little. “I didn’t mean that they had to walk on eggshells around you.”

You giggled a little. “Well Phil was definitely trying very hard not to offend me.”

“I’m sorry,” Kelly said. “I didn’t want you to know that I had said anything to them, but I should've known Phil wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Maybe I should’ve just left it alone. I know I’ve been too overprotective lately,” he sighed. “I’m just nervous is all, that something may happen to you or the baby. I know I’m being a lot.”

“Kelly,” you said, wrapping your arms around him in a small hug. Your protruding stomach made it hard to fully embrace him. “I’m not mad, baby. I think it’s really sweet how protective you’ve been.”

“You do?” he asked.

“Yes! I mean, sometimes it is a little unnecessary but how could I be mad at you for being so loving and supportive. You’re already such a good father for this baby.” You both looked lovingly down at your baby bump. “We’re so lucky to have you.”

“Hey lovers!” Mick yelled, interrupting you and Kelly’s private moment. “C’mon, we have shit to do!”

“Mick,” Phil hissed, elbowing Mick in the side, “(Y/N)’s pregnant remember? We can’t say stuff like that anymore.”

Kelly just shook his head while you laughed.

[petals-and-bullets]

Kiss My Love Goodbye

Pairing: Kelly Nickels x Reader

Word Count: 917

Info: Anon request! ‘Do you write for L.A Guns? If you do could you please write something when the reader find out that her boyfriend Kelly Nickels was cheating on her so when she’s packing her stuff and he’s trying to explain himself she starts singing “Kiss my love goodbye” 😊

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I took some liberations with Kelly and the reader’s relationship, but I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient! <3

“I can’t believe you did this to me, Kelly – I’m meant to be, no we’re meant to be the most important things in your life!” You hissed at him over the phone, the whining toddler in your arms tugging at your hair as she tried to reclaim your attention. But at this moment, she could wait. You set her down and turned so your back was to her so you could glare at the photo of you and Kelly on your wedding day, smiles so wide they almost overtook your face. Only now, you weren’t smiling.

“It wasn’t even that bad, Y/N, I promise! It was just a kiss!” He protested, only to shut his mouth with an audible clack as you snorted and laughed.

“Just a kiss my ass, Kelly. You had your dick in her mouth. Or did you genuinely think I hadn’t actually taken the time out of my day to go surprise you in the studio with your daughter?”

You listened to him swallow as he scrambled to think of something to say, only to roll your eyes as he stammered out something that could only be described as a shitty attempt at an apology. An apology you weren’t going to accept – you wouldn’t forgive him this time. You’d forgiven him for the far-too-friendly hand on the waitress’ hip at the bar, you’d forgiven him for the flirting with the girls backstage, you’d forgiven him for the mistletoe kiss with another woman at Tracii’s party last Christmas. The blowjob was the final straw.

“I’m leaving, Kelly. And I’m taking Adrienne with me,” you muttered before you hung up, ignoring his stammered protests. Turning, you scooped up the toddler that had since amused herself with a pair of socks that were left on the floor, and you carried her into her room before setting her down in her crib gently to keep her out of the way while you packed her belongings. After folding in silence, the only sound being Adrienne’s cooing as your backdrop, you snapped and got up to switch on the radio, the soft music filling the room.

Three songs passed before the front door was thrown open and slammed shut, and you merely smiled to yourself. Good. Kelly could see that you were actually serious for once. As if the universe was playing some crude joke, Kiss My Love Goodbye started playing, and you were unable to stop yourself from muttering the lyrics alongside Phil. Kelly’s footsteps rang through the house, and you rolled your eyes as he evidently looked in all of the rooms that you obviously wouldn’t be in – he was probably hoping that you’d not actually follow through with your words and were instead in the kitchen, making some sort of ‘welcome home!’ cake. You scoffed at the thought – his newest girl could do that for him.

“Y/N?”

“I told you, Kelly. I’m done. My ring’s on the coffee table downstairs.”

“Y/N, c’mon. It was just a kiss, I promise. Nothing more,” he stepped forward and took your shoulders in his hands, and you faltered briefly when the scent of his cologne hit you. After a second of inhaling, you shook your head and shrugged his hands off you, nodding your head in time with the music. You continued to mutter along to the song before you actually started singing in order to drown out Kelly’s protests and pleas, and the squealing of Adrienne. Once you were finished with packing her belongings, you picked up the bag and set it down at the door before you walked into what would be your old bedroom, and hoisted your suitcase onto the bed. The faint sound of the song still filled your ears, and you continued singing, drowning out Kelly’s voice more.

Once you were satisfied with your suitcase, you closed it and zipped it shut before you finally turned to face the man who would soon be your ex-husband. He was stood in the doorway, Adrienne in his arms, his face contorted into something that could only be described as a mix between a grimace and a pleading look. You merely steeled your own features, walked towards him, and lifted Adrienne out of his arms and sat her on your hip.

“No more excuses. You’ve taken advantage of that ability one too many times, and we’re done, Kelly. I’ll call later and we can work out a schedule for when you can see Adrienne, but you’re not going to trick your way into my life again. Kiss my damn love goodbye.”

You turned and picked up your suitcase after slinging Adrienne’s bag onto your shoulder, and strode down the stairs. Kelly followed you, and he made one last, desperate attempt to keep you in his life. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the front door, his eyes pleading with you to change your mind, or claim it was a prank. But you merely turned your head away and sighed, before you muttered the final words of the song to him.

“You never thought about anyone else but yourself, Kelly. You weren’t mine – you never were, so you can kiss my love goodbye.”

With that, you turned and flung open the front door before you strode out of the house, the sound of Phil’s voice singing the song that seemed to narrate your lifestyle almost perfectly echoing in your mind. Kelly had quite literally kissed your love away – albeit he kissed it away with other women.

[slashscowboyboots]

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We’re on in Five - Kelly Nickels & Reader - Part One

Yes, yes I know I should be working on my wips but no ideas were coming and then this beautiful picture inspired me to write about reader doing his make up and well this was born. This has two parts!

“Stop fuckin’ moving, I’m trying make your gorgeous face look even prettier” you cried as Kelly wriggled around underneath you.

“I’m sorry it tickles” he laughed still squirming. He gripped his large hands tightly on your hips and you continued to attempt to apply his eyeshadow as part of his stage make up for the night.

You repositioned yourself in his lap wriggling around trying to get comfy to avoid the cramp you could feel coming in the back of your legs.

You were snapped back out of your comfort mission by a deep throaty moan.

You looked at Kelly and were greeted by his dark lust filled eyes. His erection throbbing through his jeans against your ass.

“This dress makes these look fantastic” he said grabbing at your breasts.

You realised all the moving around in his lap had turned him on.

You played this to your advantage knowing how much you being in control go him going, you placed a hand against his chest for leverage and rolled your hips against him causing him buck his hips and let out another one of his deep throaty moans.

You were about to pull him in for a deep kiss when Phil burst through the door shouting about 5 minutes till stage time.

“Dammit” you muttered under your breath.

Phil stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the both you, you straddling Kelly, his hand his hands firmly on your hips the pair of you a little more than flushed and laughed.

“Did I interrupt something?” He smirked.

“No, no not all!” You told him through gritted teeth. You tried to calm your breathing but that was proving to be difficult the only barrier between you and Kelly’s erection being his jeans and your underwear that’s if you could call the tiny, flimsy pieces of material he loved so much and always brought you as gifts underwear.

Kelly moved to speak to Phil accidentally rocking his hips cause an unbearable friction against you.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in a minute dude” he told him ignoring the filthy look you shot at him.

Phil walked out the dressing room, door slamming behind him.

Kelly stared at you and smirked.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked still smirking.

He had no idea how much you wanted to kiss that stupid goofy smirk off his face until he gently grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips into yours taking your breath away. You were both desperate and hungry for each other hands wandering until a loud bang and voice brought you back to reality.

“Stop fucking you dirty fuckers and get out here we’ve got a show to play” followed by a filthy laugh.

You both groaned.

“I swear I’m gonna put bleach in Phil and Tracii’s shampoos one of these days if they don’t quit cock blocking us every opportunity they get!” You muttered under you breath

Kelly just laughed at you, he knew his bandmates were like brothers to you which made him laugh even harder because you forever behaved like siblings scrapping.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you after baby” he whispered in your ear erupting your whole body into goosebumps.

He lifted you out his lap and stood up and adjusted himself.

“For the record you look hot when you’re all mad and worked up” he smirked planting a sloppy kiss at the corner of your mouth.

You playfully swatted at his arm.

“Just get out there and play the damn show” you giggled.

[stabby-pigeon]

Hey dudes so I have a story that’s been sitting in my notes for fuckin ever and I was wondering if you guys want me to post it. It’s a Kelly Nickels x Reader and it has some angst and a whole lotta fluff. Whaddya think?

(Ps my writing is still shit, and i think the ending is rushed)

[slashscowboyboots]

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The Hollywood Vampire - Kelly Nickels x Reader

~Part 4 - You wouldn’t be a fangbanger if it wasn’t for me~

This GiF has really inspired a part of this chapter. Kelly spills the secrets and truth,Kelly and reader get it on AGAIN. Tracii’s jealous cause he wants his fangs banged and the blood dealer what’s one of those?

“I’m sorry I don’t have much in the way of human food” Kelly chuckled shuffling around the small kitchen.

“I do have coffee though” he said sliding a cup in front of you.

“You must have a lot of questions, ask away and I’ll answer”

“I’m sorry if this is blunt or too much” you started.

“But why are you all this? How did you end up a vampire?”

“Fall ’86 I was injured in a motorcycle accident at an intersection, truck plowed right through me on my Harley didn’t stop and just left me for dead. Tracii and Phil came along I was so delirious from blood loss I can’t remember much, I saw Phil bite Tracii on the wrist” he recalled.

“Wait Tracii and Phil are like you too?” You asked curiously.

“Yes, Tracii is the one who’s been turned the longest out of our band of misfits, I think his ex band mates before turned him though I don’t really know his story nobody does, although I’d like to bet Tracii though it’d some fun kinky shit to try out he’s into all sorts freaky stuff between the sheets” Kelly laughed.

You laughed with him.

“Were you scared? Would of ran if you could?” You asked him.

“I don’t know what I felt if I’m honest, I really thought I was having a some kind of near death hallucination. I felt like I was having a really out of body experience watching the whole thing. I blacked out after a while, woke up in a strange house Phil told me he held me as Tracii fed me and they cared for me until I regains my strength and could stand and walk again, If it wasn’t for them I’d be 6-feet under”

A voice interrupted them.

“Yeah if it wasn’t for my amazing life changing vampy blood, he wouldn’t be here and you wouldn’t be a fang banger if it wasn’t for all of that” the voice roared with laughter.

“Fuck off Tracii, just because you’re jealous” Kelly turned quickly in the chair giving the other man a middle finger.

“You know I love you man but she is a stunner I wouldn’t mind a go myself if I’m honest”Tracii said ruffling Kelly’s hair.

“Yeah I know, I know she is and no you can’t have a fucking go” Kelly laughed throwing a wink at you making you blush.

Tracii grabbed your hand carefully kissing it.

“Pleased to meet you properly this time sweetheart”

“Hey hands off man y/n is mine” Kelly swatted Tracii away from you.

“So is it true that you sleep all day and party all night?” You perked up quickly trying to change the subject.

Kelly and Tracii both laughed and started to speak but were interrupted by yet another new voice you recognised as Phil.

“We do! But that’s just us, we can go out in daylight just we choose not to” Phil told you.

“I’ve seen Kelly drinking alcohol, I’ve seen you all drinking alcohol is that even possible?” You quized futher.

“We can drink alcohol, just takes waaaaaay more to get us drunk than a human” Tracii piped up.

“Anything else you want to know?” Phil asked you.

“Would you ever hurt me unintentionally? You killed that man in the alley last night?” You asked Kelly.

“Never my sweeetheart, he was going to hurt you I felt so much rage and had to hurt him” he gently caressed your hand with his.

“How did you know where I was though?” You asked him.

“When we locked eyes the first night we met each other, we created a bond. When you fell into danger I felt your pain and struggle that’s how I knew where to find you” his hand clenching tighter on yours.

Your eyes brimmed with tears threatening to tumble down your face.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you I won’t go anywhere if you don’t want me to?” He spoke softly wiping at the tears starting to drip down your cheeks.

“If it’s not what you want we can sever the ties and you’ll be free”

“No, no I want to keep the bond, I want all of this” you said wiping at your face with the corner of Kelly’s borrowed shirt.

“Guys can I ask you something?” You spike again.

“Anything lovely” Phil replied.

“What happened to the body from last night?”

“An old friend of mine sorted it, he deals blood across L.A. so it’s topped his supply of vials for a while” Tracii told you.

“A blood dealer? You mean there are more than just you guys hiding across L.A?” You asked.

“Way more than you’d even believe” Kelly told you.

“Woahhh” you gasped.

“I’m sure Steve and Mick can man the bar between them tonight why don’t we take her to meet him and the rest of his band, so she can see for herself?” Tracii asked Kelly and Phil.

“Sure, sounds like a plan what do you think princess?Sound okay to you?” He asked you.

You nodded. You were equal parts excited and nervous for tonight.

Phil and Tracii left you and Kelly to your own devices as they carried out their own buisness for the rest of the day.

The pair of you chatted away for the afternoon, Kelly answering as many question as he could. Eventually he jumped up from the sofa and started rooting around in the freezer for something, he came strutting back toward the sofa bearing a popsicle, the dark red colour visible through the clear packaging. You knew it was blood but it was a weird way to consume it for sure.

“Kelly what’s that? Is that blood but frozen?” you asked him puzzled as he unwrapped the object he’d pulled from the freezer.

“It sure is doll, they’re a great unobvious way to get my need for blood met” he replied licking it from top to bottom.

You stared at him pupils blown wide as his tongue swirled around the frozen treat. Your thighs clenched together as you struggled to keep your composure.

How can he make a licking a lollipop so... So sexy? You asked yourself.

Kelly was watching you from the corner of his eye and he decided to play to how aroused you were getting.

He swirled his tongue around again making sure to pop his fangs slightly so when he threw his head back and opened his mouth and moaned they caught the light and glistened slightly.

You gasped slightly causing him to smirk and inch right up close to your face.

“What’s say I swap this for you baby?”he asked you in that husky deep voice of his catching his lips messily with yours.

You moaned against them and your eyes almost rolled right into the back of your skull at the effect his not so innocent voice had on you.

Within seconds he deposited the half eaten blood back into the freezer, scooped you and threw you down on his bed. He hovered above you and swore under his breath.

“Fuck you look so good in my shirt princess” he said slowly popping the buttons open, kissing each patch of your skin as he revealed it.

“So beautiful” he whispered grazing his slightly exposed fangs gently across your chest making you arch your back and sigh in pleasure.

He reached to grab your underwear hooking a finger through the waistband pulling them down quickly kissing and grazing his fangs against the inside of your thighs and then devoured you like you were his last ever meal.

You were both startled by a loud bang on the door and Tracii yelling.

“Go on dude, I know you can bang her better then that! I heard you last night!” He laughed filthily. “If you don’t I’ll come in there and do it for you or even better I’ll come in there and help you, she won’t know what hit her the pair of us making her forget her own name” he continued.

“Shall we show him how good you can make me forget my own name” you whispered in his ear as you straddled him making him groan and buck his hips up against you.

When you both sauntered out of the bedroom ready to go meet this blood dealer friend of Tracii’s. Tracii nudged your shoulder and smirked “guess I can’t do any better than that can I?”

“Are you ready to go ladies and gents?” Phil asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” you sighed.

Kelly grabbed you by the hand and held it tight as you set off to meet this vampire of much mystery that apparently ran a business supplying the vampires of hollywood their blood fix.

[sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics]

The Hollywood Vampire

Kelly Nickels x Reader

Part 5 - The Blood Dealer

Reader gets chatted up. We finally meet the blood dealer, he offers his services, we also have a few other familiar faces joining in. Tracii thinks he’s a comedian and there’s too many of the gory details shared. Enjoy my fangbangers!

Yourself and the guys arrived at the venue a while later. You shrugged your jacket off as you entered the building as it was much warmer that the chill in the air outside.

“We’ll be right back sweetheart” Kelly said pulling you in for a kiss.

“We’re gonna go find the band” Phil told you dragging Kelly from your arms and summoning Tracii to follow.

You propped yourself up the bar waiting for them to come back when you felt a body shuffle in next to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone then?” The raspy midwestern accent asked you.

You turned to face the voice ready to give them a piece of your mind but were stunned into complete silence as you stared into the light brown eyes of Guns N’ Roses Rhythm guitarist Izzy.

Fuck he looked pretty in all the magazines but he looked even better in the flesh.

You swallowed thickly as you watched him lick across what looked like fangs.

Yeah everyone in LA was a damn vampire.

You’d definitely been living under a rock.

“I know you know what I am so how about I show you what else these are good for?” He smiled wickedly gliding his tongue across his protruding fangs.

Before you could respond to his advances a hand clamped down Izzy’s shoulder and a pair of arms snaked around your waist.

Kelly’s leaned down and popped his head over your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss into your neck making you softly moan.

“Izzy My dude!” Tracii yelled. “We’ve been looking for you wanted you to meet Kelly’s new fangbanger but it seems you already have”

You and Kelly both look at each other and then both stuck a middle finger up at him.

“Ah so you’re who I can thank for some of the best blood I’ve sourced in a while? I mean being almost raped by a drunk arsehole isn’t so great but thanks for the body” he said extending a hand to you.

“Anytime, just don’t expect them to often” you chuckled.

“So you’re this Blood Dealer I’ve heard so much about?” You gestured at him your absurd amount of jewellery jingling up and down your wrists.

“I am” he spoke.

“What exactly did you want to know?” He asked.

“What exactly is a blood dealer? How do you deal blood? How did you get y’know the blood to deal?” You fired out.

“Woah woah slow down little lady” he laughed.

“She’s just excited she gets to bang a vampire on a regular basis” Tracii chirped up.

“Fuck off, just cause Kelly can do a better job than you’ll ever be able to” you jabbed back laughing.

“Ahh ignore Tracii at least Kelly doesn’t kill everyone he fucks, you won’t believe the amount calls I get from him asking to dispose of the groupies he’s been fucking and accidently drained too much blood from and killed” he told you shooting daggers at Tracii who just raised his hands.

“I can’t help it that I like to bite when I’m about to y’know blow it” he shrugged.

“Okay too much!” Izzy interjected quickly.

“How about I show you how all this blood dealing works?” He asked.

You and the guys followed Izzy through the crowds and into the back away from the flashing lights and guitar riffs.

“And who is this pretty looking thing. I’d like to give you a taste” a red head asked you throwing his head back laughing teeth catching the bright lights.

“Ax this is Kelly’s girl, you touch her I’ll stake you myself” Izzy bit at the red head.

“Okay man chill out, this is lame I’m out” he said, sarcastically.

He stormed out slamming the door. Leaving the other three men staring at you trying to work you out.

“Well you’ve met Axl unfortunately” he muttered under his breath.

“The tall blonde in the hat and red and black coat is Duff, the mass of hair under the hat is Slash and the small blonde who behaves like a puppy is Steven” he pointed out.

“This is y/n, Kelly’s bond”

You waved shyly. Then you were tackled by a mass of hair.

“I’m Steven, Stevie, Popcorn the choice is yours!” He beamed enthusiastically pulling you in for a hug.

Slash and Duff waited until Stevie had done removing the wind from your lungs and then pulled in for hug.

Whilst the others mingled around Izzy took you to where he kept his gear. Pulling out a guitar case he popped it open.

You laughed.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“A guitar case?” You asked.

“It’s a nifty cover for when I’m out dealing, hides what I need it to hide” he shrugged.

Looking inside you were taking aback it was filled with vials, needles, drains, the works.

“Wow, how’d you manage to get all this?” You asked him.

“A friend works at the hospital on night shift, she gets me what I need, I give her what she needs”

He began closing up the case.

“Izzy?”

“Yeah?” He responded looking up at you.

“What will happen if Kelly changes me?”

“It will hurt like nothing you’ve ever felt before because you aren’t dying, it’ll make you wish you were” he told you bluntly.

“Oh.....” you went to speak again.

“If you want to and Kelly agrees to it, I can help”

“You can help?”

“I’ve got some special mix it’s the good shit, it’ll zone you out. It’ll relax you and make the change more bearable”

“Okay, what’s in this special mix?” You asked.

“It’s my finest blood. I’ve filtered it back to its purest form, then it’s got some special blend of some stuff to mellow you out, the change will still hurt but it’ll help”

You gazed at him for a moment trying to process all of it.

You grabbed his hand “Thank you Izzy”

“Anytime listen just talk to him, ask him and tell him I’ll help make it as comfortable as I can, I can see your both hyponotised by each other”

Later that evening or should we say early hours of the morning you lay naked next to Kelly draped in the silk sheets unable to sleep. He could sense something was wrong as he turned to face you brushing the strands of hair away off your face.

“What’s wrong my angel?” He asked you softly.

You looked straight into his beautiful eyes, the eyes you’d fallen for, the eyes that had hidden so many secrets but now trusted you.

“Kelly, I want you to change me”

You weren’t prepared for the words that spilt from his lips.

“Anything, anything at all for you my love” he kissed you softly.

[stabby-pigeon]

Totally just realized I messed the ending up but I finally fixed it lol

A Thrust of the Hips

Kelly Nickels Fic

AN: another one thanks to a wonderful conversation with @that-80s-chick (bro ily)

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing if you squint

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It was finally time.

The boys had been preparing for months, and it was a year late due to the world being shut down. But the wait was finally over.

You had decided to go with them, the bassist being your beloved boyfriend. He was your world, despite the press trying to tear you apart.

Your age meant little to you as he could still prove himself youthful. In and out of the bedroom, he amazed you with all he did.

It was no surprise when he came into your shared room and asked you, with those precious brown eyes, if you would go on tour with him.

Of course you said yes.

So here you were, crowd pulsing around you as they started to perform at Shade Valley in Sturgis South Dakota. You knew the crowd would be big, but you hadn’t expected over a thousand people to show.

Kelly insisted on you staying on the side of the stage, but you couldn’t. You loved the crowd. The rush of adrenaline from those around you feeding into the music gave you life. He didn’t seem to mind, he just chuckled when he saw you.

What did bother him, was that you were wearing a very revealing top. It bothered him in the way of his pants suddenly felt far too tight. His lips curled into that oh-so familiar smirk that you loved.

They opened with Shoot for Thrills, an original. That got the crowd’s attention and got them moving.

The show was going great, the crowd was amazingly reactive to Kurt. Your attention was locked on Kelly, his subtle hair tosses and smiles had you captivated. As much as he tried not to look your way, he failed. The constriction became painful at the start of Crawl. He mentally cursed himself for letting you wear that shirt, knowing it slowly rides down your body and shows off more and more.

You watched him in awe and lust, heat growing between your legs. His fingers skillfully maneuvered the strings, he seemed to notice your gaze at last.

He stalked over to you, playing his solo proudly on the amp in front of you. He smirked when he noticed that you were just as turned on as he was. At the end, he thrusted his hips into his bass, providing slight relief to his distress. You were red, and he was smirking like a cocky bastard, knowing exactly what he did to you.

For the rest of the set, he subtly ground his hips into his bass, keeping a keen eye on your features.

By the end of the show, he felt adrenalized, and ready to give you the night of your life.