#kelly nickels imagine

[nickelsgirls]

Kelly Nickels x Reader

Headcanons

A/n: I love Kelly 🫶

Romantic (sfw)

Kelly is always big spoon and while he'll never admit it, it's almost comforting to him that you can feel safe and at home in his arms.

Both you guys love going to the beach, so it's an often occurrence that the two of you are spending late nights and early mornings with beach hair and rosy cheeks.

It's very obvious every time that Kelly comes home because as soon as he's in the door he's got both his arms wrapped around your waist while his chin is pressed up against the place between your neck and shoulder. For a minute, he presses quick kisses over your neck and shoulder while you both talk about your days as you both slightly sway from side to side.

Kelly is a game person on a camping trip? He has a deck of cards. Bored at a family event? He has a ball. Kelly always has something to do no matter what. Is it cause he's bored or has nothing better to do? Honestly, no one knows for sure, but he does always have something to do.

Kelly puts his hat on you when you're at his concerts. You could be just walking around talking to his bandmates and he'll be in the middle of talking to his manager to pause, take his hat off and place it on your head then walk away like nothing happened.

If there are ever cameras around taking pictures, Kelly pulls you over discreetly so both of you are in the picture. And while that's cute, he really does it, so when he's off on tour, he can look back at your old pictures together.

Kelly is such a sucker for a woman who loves music as much as he does. So the two of you just sit in the living room as the record spins in the player, letting out quiet sounds. While the both of you talking almost drown it out completely.

I feel like to impress you in the beginning of your relationship he learned songs that he found out you liked on the bass so he could play it for you. Sometimes you bring it up now, but all he does is deny it, but you loved every second of it.

Also during one of your first official dates as a couple he took you out on his motorcycle during sunset to the beach. The two of you walked down the boardwalk until you reached the sand just admired how the stars sparkled against the water.

Under the sheets (nsfw)

He's definitely sneaky when it comes down to it, whether that be in public or private. Sometimes when you're both laying in bed after the after party had just finished an hour ago. Your tired body pressed into the worn-out hotel mattress, but the only thing that was on your mind was how Kelly was pulling your hips closer and closer into his.

After shows, I feel like he would have a lot of pent-up energy. Like Kelly is grabbing one of your wrists and pulling you into the nearest dressing room. (Even if that means it isn't his)

Kelly is very teasing in the right mood, and in the summertime, when going to carnivals, it does nothing to stop him. Any chance Kelly gets when the ride is too secluded like the ferris wheel, his hand snakes up your pretty little sundress you had on as his skilled fingers danced up your sun kissed thighs and past your panties.

Like I said, on top, Kelly loves games, but what he really likes is the competition to them. Anytime someone mentions a drinking game around Kelly, he's all in like his life depends on it.

Kelly loves cowgirl. It's definitely one of his favorite positions. He loves the way that your eyes roll back as your shaky thighs try to lift your body up again. And when you ask him, it's even better.

"Ke- Kelly, let me get on top." You moaned, trying to string your sentence better together. He smirked at your pitiful attempt to ask him as he pulled out and readjusted against the headboard. "Cmon, show me what you got, pretty girl." he breathed out a laugh, motioning for you to come over.

Like I said before, Kelly isn't scared to try something in a semi public place. You stepped into the warm water as Kelly steeped in and sat down next to you. He smiled as he looked around suspiciously. "What do you see, baby?" He asked in a sarcastic tone. "I don't know, nothing." you said, confused as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's right, so we could do anything we wanted." You rolled your eyes at his statement. You felt both his hands on your hips as he slowly coaxed you into his lap. Kelly kissed your chest as his hands ran up and down your sides. "It'll be fun, it's just us, baby," Kelly said, looking up at you.

He likes positions where he can see your face so he knows what feels good for you. But that doesn't mean he won't do doggy. It just means he'll have a mirror in front of you so you can see how good he makes you feel.

[skinomyteethh]

to be or not to be?

pairing; kelly nickels x fem! reader

summary; thoughout kelly's newfound fame as bassist of L.A guns he had been acting different though you weren't sure if it was due to the restless nights they'd spend preforming or another aspect

contains/warnings; mentions of cheating. oral (female receiving). fingering. teasing. slight cum eating? little to no dialogue. may contain spelling errors :(

authors note; I need kelly nickels' magic stick in my mouth. also it deleted the damn ask so </3 anyways I hope y'all enjoy reading this!!!

cheating in the eighties or seventies rockstar scene was not at all unusual or taboo, it was extremely difficult to find a rockstar who hadn't cheated on their spouse. hell, robert plant not only had his wife maureen he also had a tour wife and a multitude of other groupies alongside him. these stories seemed to absolutely terrify [name], the thought of her boyfriend cheating on her while on tour was extremely stomach churning.

she sat on the sofa of their shared apartment, staring at the television emotionlessly and in deep thought until a phone call disrupted her thinking. a soft sigh parted her lips as she stood up and turned off the television, walking over to the phone in the kitchen, answering it.

"hello, this is [name]." she stated rather blandly, hearing the stumming of a guitar and clashing of cymbals as well as loud laughter. "hey babe, it's me, I just wanted to check up on you." his voice was somewhat raspy, it signaled that he had continued his excessive smoking habits. this whole rock 'n' roll scene seemed to be fueled off of addictions.

[name] hummed, maintaining her hold of the phone against her ear as she laid against the wall, fooling around with the coiled cord of the telephone before finally responding. "i've been alright, how about you? are you enjoying the tour?" her tone seemed curious yet curiosity was far from what she was feeling, she had her suspicions.

a short moment of silence came upon them, though it was shortly broken by the sound of Kelly chuckling. "it's been hectic, but i'm glad you're doing alright. we're heading back to Los Angeles later today!" just as she was about to respond she heard another voice, it was the voice of another female, she sounded extremely flirtatious and seemed to have a stupid valley girl accent.

"babe, sorry for cutting the conversation short but I have to go." he remarked, letting out a small laugh before hanging up. [name] stood still for a minute, the phone still in her hand, that whole predicament was strange, unsettling even. perhaps now Kelly was apart of the bunch of idiot rockstars who cheated on their partners/spouses.

she sauntered back to the sofa, turning the television back on. overwhelming thoughts began to fill her head as she leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes. what if Kelly had been cheating on her during these past months? what if he had been cheating on her prior to those months? those thoughts filled her head as she slowly drifted to sleep.

at around mid-day the loud, almost uncanny creaking of the front door both opening and shutting startled [name] out of her sleep. she sat up, feeling slightly dazed, not fully awake. her eyes glanced back as she heard the rather heavy bass guitar case drop onto the floor. Kelly hummed placing a soft, quick kiss on her forehead, taking a seat next to her.

upon feeling his lips against her forehead all thoughts prior to his arrival began swarming back, causing her mood to sour. he noticed her sudden and rather drastic mood change, wondering what on earth could have caused it. "did you have fun with her?" her question caught Kelly off guard, what could've caused her to think he was with another woman, despite what others may think he was a loyal, committed man with no desire for anybody but [name].

"what are you talking about?" he queried, raising an eyebrow in confusion. [name] responded with a scoff, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "you think i'm stupid? I heard that girl Kelly." flashbacks seem to hit him like a wave crashing onto the shore. the girl whose voice she had heard was tracii's new groupie girlfriend, he would never and could never cheat on [name].

"that was tracii's girl." [name] rolled her eyes, her expression was tainted with judgement, she still thought he was lying. Kelly sighed, closing his eyes. he was somewhat irritated at her accusations, out of all the people in this horrid world Kelly thought [name], his girlfriend of however many years would know he would never even think of doing something like cheating.

and he was going to prove it.

Kelly was going to make her realize he still loved her. she was slightly by his abrupt actions as he somewhat roughly threw her onto their bed, haphazardly taking his clothing off. his eyes trailed down to her white lace panties, he trailed down and slotted his hand in between her thighs, tugging at the waistband of her panties with his pearly white teeth.

a soft, desperate whine escaped her lips as he tugged them down. he hadn't bothered taking them off of her completely, they were low enough for him to engulf in her pretty little cunt. his warm tongue began to eat her out rather messily, his chin was dripping wet with her arousal as he slightly nudged his nose against her clit, licking up and down her folds as if she were to be his last meal ever.

her hands roughly tugged at the roots of her jet black hair, moaning out random praises as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Kelly circled his tongue around her clit painfully slow, [name] glanced down at him, absolutely breathless, finally muttering a coherent sentence. "babe, please.."

desperation and neediness were clear in her tone as she quietly spoke. he hummed, bringing his pointer and middle fingers up to her lips. [name] shakily opened her mouth, enveloping his fingers in the warm of her mouth, coating them in her saliva so he could prep her and finally give her what she desired the most. after a minute or two he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, bringing them down to her entrance, inserting his pointer finger, then his middle finger.

[name] bit her bottom lip roughly, gripping the cool, white sheets below her as he slowly and rather gently fingered her. soon enough, one of her hands wrapped itself around his wrist, maintaining his fingers in place as she eagerly fucked herself against them like an absolute whore. Kelly simply watched her in amusement, placing soft, teasing kisses on her inner thighs.

her movements eventually became sloppier, less desperate and calculated, it signaled that she was getting extremely close to reaching the edge. he simply removed her hand from his wrist, pulling his fingers out of her. at that moment she seemed to despise the feeling of emptiness in her, whining as she took off his underwear.

Kelly desperately slotted his dick between her wet folds, the head bumping against her clit as he moved his hips back and forth, up and down. her arms reached up, and wrapped themselves around his neck, desperately holding onto him, loving the feeling. he halted his movements shortly after, grabbing the base of his dick, breathing heavily while he lined himself up with her hole, reaching his hand down, slapping her cunt before inserting himself into her slowly.

he moved his hips closer to her, watching as her soaking cunt absolutely devoured every inch of his cock. Kelly sighed euphorically as he finally inserted himself completely into her, bottoming out. [name] began to crave him even more than before, slowly moving her hips against him, his hands gripped onto her hips tightly, stopping her movements as he began to roughly thrust in and out of her.

each time their hips met her body felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure, her tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrust. Kelly leaned down, pressing his chest to her back, placing soft kiss on the back of her neck as she moaned breathlessly. he reached his hand under her, groping one of her tits, adding even more pleasure into the mix.

every thrust, every groan, every touch drew her closer and closer to her orgasm. her moans began to grow louder and her body became somewhat limp as she finally reached her high, cumming all over his cock. "that's a good girl.." he mumbled, continuing to thrust into her, overstimulating her sensitive cunt.

his hip movements became sloppier by the second until he finally spilled his load deep inside her. slowly and shakily he pulled out, once again slotting his head in between her thighs, spreading her folds open with his fingers, pushing whatever mixture of their cum spilled out back into her.

finally, Kelly sat up, laying his head against the headboard, breathing heavily. "I hope that showed you how much I absolutely love you and how I would never cheat on you hun." he mumbled, bringing her closer to him. [name] let out a breathless chuckle, laying her head down on his abdomen, glancing up at him.

"it definitely proved something like that."

[marvelobsessed134]

hey i was wondering if i could request a fic for kelly nickels where reader thinks he’s cheating on him but he’s not so like angst to fluff and maybe a little smut🤭🤍

Mistaken

A/n: sorry I didn’t know what other photos to put along with this one so 😭

Pairings: Kelly Nickels x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a stripper though it’s only mentioned, slight angst, insecurities.

You could’ve sworn your boyfriend was cheating on you. The way he interacted with the flirty waitresses at the club, you knew he had to have been. He’s a rockstar, why would he stay loyal?

Recently, you haven’t been answering his calls, or coming to shows like how you usually do. Kelly grew concerned and finally showed up to your apartment. Knocking on the door, he took a deep breath as he waited.

You answered the door, shocked to see your boyfriend. Technically he still is your boyfriend since you never officially broke up. “Kelly? What are you doing here?” You asked with a yawn. It was around 9 am and you just barely got out of bed.

“Can I come in?” He asked. You sighed and nodded, moving and opening the door further so he could step inside.

The two of you sat on the couch. “What’s up?” You asked.

“What do you mean what’s up? You’ve been avoiding me for days I was getting worried.” The bassist stressed.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to see me anymore. You know, with all those girls…”

“What? Honey, no. Those girls mean nothing to me. And never would I ever cheat on you baby. Why would you think that?”

You shrugged, “You’re a rockstar who can get any girl he wants. And I’m just…me. I’m a stripper for fuck sakes…I’m a throw away girl.”

The bassist grabbed you and hugged you tightly which startled you a bit but you melted into his embrace. “Baby, you’re more than just a stripper. Your line of work doesn’t equal your worth. I love you so much and I think you’re the most beautiful and amazing woman I’ve ever known.”

Kelly’s words caused you to tear up. You turned around and cried into his shirt as he comforted you. You looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss you.

“I love you, sweetheart. Forever.”

[rockinglikemotley]

Country Girl x Rockstar Series! 🤍✨

Since I’m a fucking hick/ horse girl why the hell not make a fun little series of where rockstars fall for the country girl

Horses may or may not be mentioned in every single one… don’t judge me for being a horse girl y’all it’s not something I chose😩 it chose me!

Rockstars that will be falling for the horse chick:

- Nikki Sixx

- Tommy Lee

- Slash

- Izzy Stradlin

- Richie Sambora (i already have a written story about him falling for a country girl)

- Jon Bon Jovi

- Kelly Nickels

- And whoever else you want, just comment. These will most likely be the first ones out, but I will be doing the others of the bands. These may also be used in any other stories I decide to start (and not finish AHAHAH)

But I hope y’all enjoy em when they come out :)

[ithinkicouldloveher]

okay with all the dominic fike having a girlfriend news (dark day for me) ive done a deep dive into her fam (the roberts family) and like. guys. grace cunninghams dad. kelly nickels. was so fucking hot in the 80s.

imagine steve crushing hard on this dude in the late 80s/early 90s.

french. bassist. sexy. tatted. hopped from one band to another.

cue eddie tearing his hair out over this for steve to realize some things and it isn't until steve looks at the photo of kelly he keeps in his wallet with hearts all around it and eddie side by side does he go. oh shit. and diverts all that obsessive attention to eddie

[maypearlss]

𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦

finally got tommy's intro together! i have such a soft spot for him, y'all have no idea <3 also, i'm very aware of the fact that that first picture is a picture of kelly nickels and that might be a bit too on the nose, but i just couldn't resist (tommy is a hot bassist, kelly is a hot bassist, i mean, the book practically writes itself). anyways, here he is!

nobody back home would've imagined that tommy—shy, reserved tommy salem—would become the most infamous partier in overconsumption, but fame does things to people. especially people who don't enjoy it.

tommy is, above all else, a person with an appreciation for the gentle things, things that can be hard to come by in the industry he's made a life for himself in. he's also a man of several bad habits that are quite difficult to break, but nobody's perfect, right? in reality, they're not so much habits as distractions from the eyes that constantly seem to be on the band nowadays, but tommy would never admit that, except maybe to his best friend since middle school, logan. he doesn't want to cause any problems with the rest of the band, or the public eye. that's rj's job.

tommy's just here for a good time.

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡°✩

full name: thomas ezra salem

age: 21 (1985)–tbd

birthday: november 5

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: heterosexual

ethnicity: white american

occupation: bassist for overconsumption

love interest(s): tigerlily caddigan, may costa

likes: motorcycling, foggy weather, privacy, adrenaline rushes, cool rocks, logan and may, slightly coarse textures, the eagles

dislikes: attention, the taste of warm water, confrontation, waking up in the middle of the night, big fish, seeing his friends unhappy, spiders

height: 5'9

build: inverted triangle

hair: long, curly, black

skin: light ivory

eyes: deep brown

noticeable features: gap between two front teeth, brittle nails from iron deficiency

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆｡°✩

⋆ one of these nights - eagles

⋆ who wants to be lonely - kiss

⋆ crazy - aerosmith

⋆ take me - kiss

⋆ rip it out - ace frehley

⋆ you shook me all night long - ac/dc

⋆ i want you - kiss

⋆ rock and roll all nite - kiss

⋆ take it easy - eagles

⋆ uh! all night - kiss

⋆ baby driver - kiss

⋆ speedin' back to my baby - ace frehley

⋆ tears are falling - kiss

⋆ king of the night time world - kiss

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ⋆｡°✩

he has an iron deficiency, which causes an incident where he faints onstage during a show

the original inspiration for him was a combination of duff mckagan and, please, god, forgive me, eddie munson (i'm not actually sorry)

he and may date each other for a time, but the relationship doesn't last

his first pet was a frog he found outside his house that he named don after don henley from the eagles, his favorite band

he's one of those dudes that wants, like, five kids when he's older, but at the same time he's scared of the idea of having even one because he doesn't know if he'd be a good dad or not

he and logan were the ones who started overconsumption

not much else to say to be honest, he's just babygirl, need i really say more?

[thenukacolachallenge]

1. Does your character have good aim?

2. What would history remember your character for?

3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind?

4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up?

5. Can your character cook?

6. Who did your character look up to as a child?

7. Do any of your characters have depression?

8. Who has the worst luck?

for Dee mofo

ty for the ask Goose <3

1. Does your character have good aim? Dee has pretty good aim! Her dad taught her gun use and safety from a young age. She gets in a she keeps in a safe by her bed once she's 18, and she desperately regrets not bringing it to the Upside Down lmao. I imagine she'll change that for whatever happens in s5. That being said, I think she's probably not as experienced with guns as Nancy is, as she uses hers maybe once a year just to keep herself from getting rusty before.... *gestures at the plot of the show* all that.

2. What would history remember your character for? Idk what she'd be remembered for overall, but i feel like she'd like to be remembered for doing her best to keep everyone safe from the horrors of the Upside Down. and, deep down, she probably wants to be remembered for telling Vecna to fuck himself to his face(i want this to happen but we shall see how the final season goes!). she at least got to do it to the Mind Flayer, so that was something lol

3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind? Noise, for sure! Dee almost always has music of some kind playing, be it from headphones when she's around others or on stereo when she's alone. if she's by herself or with VERY certain people(Eddie, eventually Steve and Robin), you can also catch her dancing to whatever she's got playing as she goes about her day.

4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up? She's never been handcuffed by the law! She likes to brag that unlike Danny and Eddie, she's never been flat-out caught doing punk shit(being spotted is another story entirely). As for in other contexts? Probably eventually, lmao. I do headcanon Eddie as a bitchless loser, but i also headcanon that he's probably one of those dudes who, once he finally gets a girlfriend, he wants to try ALL kinds of stuff lmao. it's not off the table but i havent gotten that far yet haha

5. Can your character cook? Dee is a great cook, and makes most of the meals in both her own household(s) and in the Munson household, once she starts spending more time there. She begins bringing the Munson men Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday dinners in the first year she's in Hawkins, and it becomes a tradition going forward. She makes everything save for the turkey/ham(respectively), which are made by her dad.

6. Who did your character look up to as a child? She's always looked up to her brother the most, especially when she was younger. She definitely had a bit of younger sibling idolization going on. She's just always admired his free spirit and his bravery, and later on, once he gets more serious about growing up and not being a menace all the time, she's incredibly proud of him for choosing a career that helps others.

Also, not directly related but close enough in topic to bring up, she does have several posters/magazine clippings in her room of musicians she thinks are hot(not quitethe same as "looking up to them" but FUCK IT WHATEVER LOL). Some of them include Robert Plant, Kelly Nickels, Nikki Sixx, Dave Mustaine, Eddie Van Halen, and Jon Bon Jovi(which Eddie makes fun of her for CONSTANTLY when he finds out).

7. Do any of your characters have depression? I wouldn't necessarily say Dee has depression, but I do think she is a very lonely person when she first moves to Hawkins, and it takes quite a bit for her to open up to others, so that doesn't help much either. Becoming friends with Eddie, and eventually the younger Hawkins group(during her stint working at the arcade) and Steve and Robin(after the events of s3 obvs) helps her come out of her shell quite a bit. Thought, that does obviously change pretty dramatically with Eddie's death.

8. Who has the worst luck? I'd say Dee has pretty shit luck for the fact that she only gets about five months in canon with her and Eddie actually going steady lmao. i always have to hurt my OCs in some way :D

[samyelbanette]

7, 15, 19, 30, 39, 50, 67, 75, 77, 82, 97, 99

So many questions :0

Thank you, this will keep me entertained for a while 😂

7: what’s something you love about yourself?

I think I’m a really good writer!

….I hope that doesn’t sound narcissistic ^^;

15: do you have any piercings/would you want to?

I used to have my ears pierced….but when I was 19, I went to an anime convention and bought a pair of earrings. They were made with nickel, which it turns out I’m allergic to. T_T

Basically I scratched until it bled, and the wound got infected, and so for a long time, it was too painful to stick anything in my ears…because I stopped wearing earrings during that time, the holes closed up :(

I might get them redone in the future. Maybe get an extra hole in each ear while I’m at it. 🤔

19: do you believe in astrology?

I used to be very skeptical about it, but I started getting more into it when I converted to neopaganism. Now, I reblog astrology posts on my witch side blog sometimes 🔮

30: what song is currently stuck in your head?

More Than Life - Machine Gun Kelly

(Sometimes, I imagine Joel singing this to Aleksi…)

39: what’s your favourite colour and why?

I love pink! 💕

I definitely went through a Not Like Other Girls phase where I was like “ewww, fuck pastels, everything I own needs to be black, like my soul”

Nowadays, I’m still a goth girl, but I also openly love Hello Kitty and cute, pink aesthetic stuff haha

50: what’s a food you hate?

Tomatoes 🤢

I don’t even eat regular pizza, because it has tomato sauce on it….but I love barbecue chicken pizza (which is made with a sweet barbecue sauce instead)

67: if you could have a superpower, what’d you choose?

Pyromancy 🔥

75: cats or dogs?

Cats! 😻

Look at this cat I saw on my local animal shelter’s website today. Isn’t he adorable? 🥺

77: how do you deal with loneliness?

I have a very elaborate daydream universe where I’m in a poly relationship with the Blind Channel vocalists 😂

82: what do you do when you’re angry?

I have a really hard time controlling my anger, tbh. I always have.

From the age of like…ten to sixteen, I would get into fistfights often.

One day in tenth grade, my friend Samantha handed me her iPod with Meteora on it and told me, “go outside and listen to Chester scream, until you can come back into the classroom, and not kick somebody’s ass.”

…And so a coping mechanism was born. 😂

97: what genre of music do you listen to the most?

Pop punk and “emo” bands from the 00’s

99: do you curse/swear often?

Yes ;_;

I always feel guilty when I say a bad word in a public place and then realize there’s a small child standing near me ^^;

[thesmokingguns]

Quickie - MIGUEL

Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI

Word count: 1371

Warning: MINORS DNI 18+ sExual content

It was always about touch with Kelly. It wasn’t about these promises of love, that neither of you could seem to commit to. It was about the way your lips would touch, pressed against each other and feeling teh cracks and tasting the chapstick the other person used. It was the way that his hands slid over your ass in places that it shouldn’t or how your hand would brush his on teh way past. The build up knowing that the pair of you were going to collide when you got behind closed doors was almost as good as the act itself.

You knew you were going to see Kelly tonight so you dressed for the occasion: a light blue waft of a silk dress that might have actually been a slip. The straps slide down your shoulders and had to be constantly fixed. It was the type of outfit he’d reach out to adjust for you without realizing what he was doing.

Sliding back stage you were talking to everyone you knew, laughing with some of your girlfriends, drinking the drinks handed to you. When you finally saw him you realized he must have been staring at you for a whole. HIs dark eyes were locked on your body, sliding up and down like he was thinking about where he wanted to start with you. There was always something so intense about the way that Kelly would look at you. It was like he had x-ray vision and he could see all the swells and curves of your body.

He licked his lips, moving over to you. The girls seemed to notice this and fade off as he approached, stopping in front of you. HIs fingers came up and pushed the thin spaghetti strap back into place.

“You look nice tonight, ” he commented. Dark eyes telling you exactly what he thought about your outfit before his lips spoke.”Everyone is watching you.” you let your eyes roam the room and there was quite a few people watching you. Kelly held out his hand and you knew he wanted them to see you choose him. Everytime you always chose him; you liked no bullshit. No false promises of him falling in love or wanting you to be anything more than just a quickie for the night.

When you go to his dressing room he locked the door behind the pair of you, smirking as he had you all to himself now. He advanced, hands reaching out to pull your hips into his, pelvises grinding as they bumped together. It was already clear exactly where this was going to go between you. He pushed you against the wall holding you there with gis bodies as he let his lips finally hit yours.

Your wrists were being held in his hands, above your head in a tight grip well his other hand traveled up your thighs, getting to your pussy, groaning as his fingers ran over the wetness of your mound. Of course you didn't wear underwear because you knew exactly what would be happening between the pair of you tonight.

Two fingers slid into your aching cunt and you groaned feeling his fingers stretching you. His fingers working your body, in and out, spinning around as his lips stay against yours, kissing along your lips before moving to pull down the front of your dress with his teeth.

The warmth of his tongue sliding across your breasts, swirling around each nipple until they were hard under his tongue. You moaned loudly and he froze, as if he was remembering you were there and more than just a body for his to use.

The man pulled you over to the couch, bending you over the piece of furniture. Before you could even ask what he was going to do with you, you felt the head of his cock at your entrance and felt him push into you, stretching your cunt over his cock.

It didn’t have to be this long drawn out process with him. Both of you used each other's bodies for pleasure. It was like an exchange of some kind and that was fine. NO one was getting hurt and you were consenting adults.

He was going hard tonight. Your ass is slapped by the hard strokes of his body. His hand prints digging in. Usually there was a no mark rule but it was obvious that you were going to have Kelly sized bruises on your body when you woke up tomorrow.

But you could feel him dragging your orgasm out. The way his body pressed into yours, the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock as he managed to hit you g-spot like it was a bullseye. Kelly was the only guy you could have vaginal orgasms with, the kind that left you shaking and your legs like jelly when you tried to walk.

He smacks your ass, surprising you and making you push back against him. He made a satisfied groaning sound and you realized he had done that to get exactly what he wanted from you. As you threw yourself back to meet his thrusts you could feel your orgasm, ready to explode.

“Let go.” he commanded, knowing you were trying to last a few more minutes but you let your head fall forward, hearing the way his cock is sliding into the wetness of your cunt. The soft groans he’s making from using your body. And you cum around him, squeezing him tight inside of you as you try not to make too much noise. Even though your toes are cracking and your’re vibrating all over you don’t want to be the girl yelling someones name during sex. You had a reputation you wasn’t to uphold.

You know after you cum Kelly is always right behind you. He readjusts you so he can look at you, face flushed from your orgasm, tits bouncing as he holds your dress like a scrunched up bridle as he rides you. You can see the way he’s watching your tits bounce and how he cans ee his cock slapping into you and then he’s there.

Kelly pulled out of you, you were still moaning post orgasm bliss glow as he came, splattering hot cum over your stomach and watching you look up at him in surprise as he covered you in himself. BUt instead of apologizing for the mess he made he stood up, tucking himself back ito the jeans and tossing you a band shirt.

“You can use this to clean up.” You dragged teh black fabric over your stomach, collecting the cum that was pooled there. Watching the way he didn’t seem to care about what had just happened between the two of you. He wasn’t the type to stay around for pillow talk but even this was a little colder than he usually was.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, standing up now that you were cleaned off. The silk of teh stress flowing down to conver you once more. He wasn’t meeting your eyes and you knew that meant trouble.

“We can’t do this anymore.” he admitted with a sigh, pushing his dark hair from his face and licking his lips, nervous for whatever he was about to share with you. “My girlfriend is coming to the show tonight.” YOu blinked several times. Girlfriend. Kelly, the man who had just fucked you, had his girlfriend coming to the show tonight.

“Oh, well it would have been nice to know you had a girlfriend before you dragged be back here and fucked me.” you said, the sarcasm dripping from your words. He had made you part of thsi whole triangle. He could have just not fucked you or maybe told you he had a girlfriend before his cock was inside you. Instead he made you the other woman. You picked up your purse off of the couch he had just used you on.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered it and you might have believed him if he hadn’t just cum all over your stomach but now you knew he was no better than anyone else on the strip. Which was good because you had a lot of options now.

[born-to-lose]

Can you do a first date headcanon with Kelly Nickels

Again a kinda short one, but I hope you like it!

Obviously, Kelly is the one to ask you out

For your first date, the two of you go to the cinema

He lets you choose the movie and while he'd preferably watch a comedy or action movie, he'll be fine with anything you pick

You share the snacks you bought (popcorn, nachos - whatever you like)

He'll casually have an arm around you throughout the movie, but won't try to get uncomfortably close

When you get ice cream afterwards, he lets you order first and then takes the same flavor as you

He definitely makes jokes about the ice cream dripping down your chin

While you continue eating, you walk around the city together, talking about random stuff

You make fun of some obscure things you see in store windows and sometimes even go inside and leave without buying anythin

In the end, he'll give you a motorbike ride home and immediately ask you for another date

[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.

[80s-motel]

Dating Kelly Nickels would include...

Him spoiling you and buying you everything you can imagine

When you both knew that your relationship was getting serious, he dropped the big question: “Wanna adopt a puppy together?

Yeah, you obviously accepted. The puppy was really cute and playful, so Kelly got quickly attached to it. You loved to see them play in the dog park and the little animal always slept with you two.

He is a good puppy dad, ngl. The puppy also got attached to Kelly and it always waited for him to return home in the door.

The L.A. boys shipping you two in a hardcore way, specially Steve and Tracii

If something goes wrong with your relationship, Tracii is the first to find out. He also is like your love counselor and he turns out to be your best friend, so if you have any problems with Kelly, he will sue the fuck out of him.

Kelly having lots of nicknames for you, but he usually calls you “doll”

You calling him “duckling” since you heard him quacking

Nothing more, just him being a sweet cuddlebug whenever he can

Forehead kisses and soft peaks in your lips for literally anything

Him loving to pinch your cheeks until they become red

And you tickling his neck as your revenge

If you’re sad, he will go with you and do dumb faces until you smile

Then, he would hug you and squish your face and give you kisses

[julessworldd]

Little Rose Ch. 2

Warnings: Arguments, slight/implied smut, alochol, angst at the end, fluff at some parts. A/n: A lot of stuff is off from when it happened, sue me. It is a fanfiction so thing aren’t extactly to the timeline. Like events between mandy and duff. No hate towards Mandy! I have nothing against her. Again sorry for making Duff such an ass, it’s just  for the plot. love our sweet boy. Suprise apperances, you’ll know ;) enjoy babes!!

A couple days later, I finally peeled myself off the bathroom floor. Slash had laid with me the first night, but had a date last night. 

“Y/n, what happened? You’ve not been at work”, Slash asked me, after finding me on the floor. “Oh hi Slash, just depressed is all. Stupid boy stuff”, I sighed, slighty moving my head towards him. 

“What happened? I’m a boy”, Slash laid next to me. “No, its dumb”

“Y/n, tell me or I’ll call Axl on you”, Slash said. “Okay” I sighed.

I had told him what happened between Izzy, Duff and I, even my feelings for Duff. He let me cry and say what I needed to say or felt like saying. Threatened to kick Duff’s ass, I told him it wouldn’t fix anything, but appreciated the gesture. Slash accidentally let it slip that Duff had a girlfriend, she was in a band, blond, sorta my height. At least he listened to me. I grinned. “Y/n, are you okay?”, Axl busted in and ran over to me. “Yeah, I am now. Thanks to Slash”, I said grabbing my purse. “You’re not sick”, Axl held his hand on my forehead. “No Ax, I got into a depression rut is all. I miss my boys so can I come back to work?”, I asked. “Of course, I need your opinion on songs”, Axl kissed my cheek. “Race ya to the cars”, I nudged him. I won and won racing to work. “Did you cut me off?”, Axl asked. “No, it’s called winning”, I scoffed. 

“Izzy came up with the name, but I don’t know if it would fit my lyrics”, Axl was explaining a song when we walked into the studio. Steven, Slash, Izzy were sitting on the couch, smoking away. “Janie, you’re back!”, Steven ran to me. “Yeah, I’m back Stevie.” I let go of him and sat on the arm of the couch, next to Izzy. He looked up at me and patted my knee. Silently letting me know he was sorry and missed me. I smiled back at him. The door opened, making us look. It was Duff and I assume his girlfriend, they were making out. “Duff, it’s time to work now”, Axl grumbled. My heart broke into a million pieces seeing him. Izzy sensed it and looked at me, “You were right”, I mumbled for Izzy to hear. “Don’t matter, Janie. You okay?”, Izzy asked. “Why wouldn’t I be”, I sighed. Duff and his girlfriend walked in, “Hey Duff, who’s this?”, the blond asked. “Oh, this is Janie, Axl’s little sister and our assistant”, Duff said, tuning his bass. “Hi, I’m Mandy”, Mandy stuck her hand out. “Uh yeah, hi. Axl, you want your tea now or later”, I brushed her off. Probably gonna be another chick tomorrow to be honest, why get friendly with her.  Axl was gonna say something but Duff cut him off, “Janie, she was talking to you.” “I know and?”, I snickered from my place next to Izzy. “And? Have some manners, Christ sakes”, Duff said hateful. “First off, leave my sister alone and get in the booth. Janie, I’ll take my tea now”, Axl finally said something. “Sure thing, Axl”, I smirked. Duff rolled his eyes and shook his head.  Before lunch, Mandy told Duff she had to go record with her band across town. “Okay, 10 minute break guys”, Axl stretched his back. The rest of them went out, but Duff stayed behind. Obviously, why he did. “What the fuck?”, Duff said as the door shut. “Excuse me?”, I asked. “Why were you so fucking rude to Mandy? She was just being nice, you’re the only one who hasn’t met her yet.”, Duff huffed. “Why does my approval matter, huh? I’m your assistant, I just grab your lunch and follow your orders. It’s not your decision if I like your girlfriend even Axl’s. Just get the fuck out of my face before yours ended up through the booth glass, okay? I don’t owe you shit, you broke my heart, bastard!”, I yelled. “You won’t do it, Rose”, Duff got into my face. “Get the fuck away from my baby sister or I’ll fucking bash your head into the glass personally!”, Axl yelled. 

“Whatever, I’m out of here”, Duff pushed by the guys. “And stay the fuck out!”, Axl yelled. “Janie, you okay? He didn’t touch you did he?”, Axl turned to me like a mother hen. “I’m okay, just a misunderstanding”, I said staring at the door. Axl took his fingers to my chin, he was studying my face. “Janie, come with me”, Izzy said. Axl let me go. “You two talked about the other night?”izzy asked, handing me a cigarette. “Not exactly. He confronted me about how I acted towards Mandy. Like I’m gonna be buddy buddy with your new whore.”, I scoffed. “You’re not wrong, she’s not my favorite person”, Iz grumbled. “I wasn’t rude to her right, Izzy”, I asked. “Different circumstances, yes you were. But, he’s doing this to make you jealous”, Izzy said holding my hand. “Thanks, Iz”, I blew out smoke. “Anytime, kid”, Izzy flicked his cigarette ash. “I’m sorry about the other night. I don’t want you to fuck off, you’re my brother, I love you”, I laid my head on his shoulder. “I know you don’t. Don’t get all warm and gooey, I’ll ash my cigarette on that big ass forehead of yours.”, Izzy smirked. “You could sell  Wyoming on yours”, I winked at him. “Sit on it, Janie”, Izzy rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Fonzie”, I hopped off the milk crates. “You’re definitely Potsy, kid”, Izzy grinned. “Keith Richards called his wants his style back, Isbell”, I opened the door. Izzy would kill me one day for sure, but then would probably break down from realization.

“You okay?”, Slash asked, grabbing my hand. “For now, if I’m gonna lay on my bathroom floor, I’ll call you”, I smiled at me. “Please do”, Slash said seriously.  “Thanks, Slash”, I kissed his cheek. 

The phone rang, “Hello?”, I answered it. 

“Hey Janie, wanna come to a bar with us?”, Kelly asked. 

“Hi Kells, sure why not. Do you want me to drive or what?”, I grinned. Traci still kept in contact with Axl, Izzy and me, I met his new band. Kelly and I hit it off pretty well at the Whiskey Go-Go. “I’ll come get you, babe”, Kelly said.

“Okay, be careful”, I grinned, already planning my outfit. I stepped out of my room and saw Kelly perched on my couch’s arm. “Goddamn, you look smokin, baby Rose” “Thanks, Kelly. It was my intention to be smokin tonight”, I grinned, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Who you after? Word on the street is that you and Duff quit fucking”, Kelly opened my door, to let me out. “Who told you?”, I asked. “Duff”, Kelly whispered. “Fucking course he would do that. What am I a whore or what?”I asked, getting curious to what that fucker was saying about me. “Just said you went all crazy and kicked him out. Told him to find a groupie and hoped she gave him crabs”, Kelly said as we pulled up to the bar. “I said herpes, not crabs. What’s the word on Mandy? His new chick”, I asked wanting to be nosey and use it for blackmail.  “She’s in an all girl band, singer, they met after a show at the Starwood. You’re way way hotter than her by the way”, Kelly said, holding the door for me. “You’re really flirty tonight, Kells”, I smirked. We sat with the band after, getting drinks. “Ah ello, Janie”, Phil smirked. “Hi Phil”, I sat down between Kelly and Traci. “Hey kid, how are you?”, Traci pulled me into his side for a hug. “Been better, Trac. You?”, I asked. “Heyy Duff! Didn’t expect you here”, I heard a dude yell. There he was, standing at the bar in all leather, hair teased in a messy punk manner, he looked good, besides her perched on his arm. “Janie”, I slightly heard Traci call out my name. He had probably heard what happened between Duff and I. I stood up and pulled Kelly to the bar with me, “Can you act like you’re trying to fuck just long enough for me to be petty?” “I don’t have to act, babe. Tell me what to do? I won’t push you too far, okay?”, Kelly rubbed my wrist. “Okay, Kelly and be rough as you want and follow my league”, I smirked. Duff and Mandy were sitting at the bar, chatting. “Hey Joe, two beers please?”, I brushed Duff’s back as I leaned to the bar. Kelly wedged himself to my back side, trailing his hand on my hips. He tried to unlace my leather pants, “Kelly, not now”, I squealed. You could tell Duff was trying to ignore us, but couldn’t. “Here you go, Janie. Tell your brother I said hi”, Joe smiled handing Kelly and I our beer. “Thanks, Joe I will”, I said. 

“Come dance with me, they’re dancing”, Kelly whispered in my ear.

“Perfect”, I smirked at the opportunity to make Duff’s skin crawl.

Kelly pulled me towards his crotch, “Be slutty as you can be”

“Sure thing, Cowboy”, I smirked and rubbed my body down his. Kelly was grinding himself on me, I nudged back, he kissed my neck. Duff had moved himself and Mandy closer to us. Kelly noticed and grabbed my boob, “Sorry”, He whispered loud enough for me to hear. I moaned out as he started attacking my neck. Kelly had his head burying my neck, kissing my neck and ran his hand down my thigh. He was really playing his part, give him that. “Be louder” I opened my eyes and caught Duff’s hazel one, looking into my blue ones. He was fuming.  Kelly bit down on my neck, making me moan his name, “Mhmm, Kelly” Duff grabbed Mandy and left. Kelly was still on my neck, I wanted to tell him the show was over, but he felt so good. “Hey Kells, he left already but wanna come back to my place?”I asked, grabbing his hand off my hip. “Fuck yes. I know you were just doing it to piss Duff off, but damn we got too into”, Kelly whined, pointing at his dick. “I’m sorry, Kelly. Come on, you need some help”, I pulled him to his car. Kelly got in and I went to his pants, “Mhm, what about your brother? He’ll kill me if he finds out”, Kelly said with a look of fear in his eyes. “Duff and I had been fucking for almost two years and the motherfucker still doesn’t know.”, I said. “Okay then, continue”, Kelly said sliding his pants and underwear down to where I could reach him. “Fuck”, Kelly threw his head back groaning.

 He pulled up to my apartment, “Damn, you’re really good at head” “Thanks”, I smirked. It was morning, I woke up, “Who the hell? Oh It’s Kelly”, I rolled over. “Yeah, it’s me”, Kelly smirked. It was 8:15 am, I was due at the studio at 10. “Hey, uhm I gotta be at the studio at 10, wanna shower with me?”, I asked. “Sure”, Kelly picked me up in bridal style. Izzy watched me pull up, “What the fuck did you do last night?” “Went to a bar with Kelly, seen Traci. Why am I late?” I asked, stealing his cigarette. “No but you smell like booze and shame sex”, Izzy dead panned. “It wasn’t shameful sex”, I rolled my eyes. “Was  it with Duff?”, Izzy asked as we walked back in. “No”, I said. “Who?”, Izzy asked again. “Don’t get mad or even tell Axl okay?”, I looked up at him. He nodded. “Kelly”, I breathed out. “Okay, at least it wasn’t a random fuck. Did he wear?”, Izzy smirked. “No, I’m on the pill nosey ass”, I punched his arm. 

Izzy, Slash were in the booth. Axl was talking to the press about something, Steven was in the booth with them. Duff and I were sitting down, and the room was fueled by tension.  “Why did you tease me last night?”, Duff spoke up. “What are you talking about?”, I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb, Janie. That’s not the first time you’ve teased me at a bar with another guy”, Duff said, staring at me. “Why did you leave after, you heard me moan?”, I shot back. Duff was quiet. “What I thought, McKagan”, I smirked as Axl walked in. “God, I hate the press at times” “Who are you supposedly banging now?”, I asked Axl. “Every supermodel in North America, any groupie”, Axl smirked. “You still have great posture after fucking those girls”, I grinned at him. “Thanks sis, it’s a secret talent of mine. Duff it’s your turn”, Axl said sitting next to me by the panel. “You do anything last?”, Axl looked at me. “Uh, Kelly picked me up and wanted to go drink. I saw and talked to Traci. He wanted me to tell you hi”, I said, marking a list of things that had been done. “Nice, glad you had fun”, Axl patted my knee. “You busy tonight, Ax?”, I asked. “Probably gonna watch a horror movie later tonight. Why do you wanna join?”, Ax asked. “Yeah, I do. Miss us”, I smiled. “Miss us too, kid”, Axl smiled. He always tried to make time for us to hang out besides work. 

I was walking to my car when a hand grabbed my shoulder, “Can we talk?”, It was Duff. “Why so you can go tell people on the strip that I’m whore for kicking out?”, I cut my eyes at him. “I didn’t call you a whore, you’re not either. I was pissed, it was after our argument, I went drinking and a few guys were around.”, Duff said. “A few guys that happen to have been in the band. Traci and Kelly told me all about what you said. If I’m whore then you’re just a lawful player that used me as another notch on his belt.”, I looked up at him. “Janie, I’m sorry for talking about you like that, I’m sorry for being a dick the past two days. I didn’t mean it”, Duff whined. “Fine. As for now, I’m just your assistant, so don’t talk to me unless you need me to get you lunch or something okay? Cause I’m done with you as a friend and a sleeping buddy, so go home to Mandy and leave alone”, I patted his shoulder. “Janie” “No no, I’m serious. Now goodnight, Mr. McKagan”, I said, getting in my car and heading to Axl’s. I looked in the mirror, he was standing there, flabbergasted as I drove away. Maybe I was too harsh on him, but fuck him, he broke my heart. 

Grocery shopping is one of the things I hated about adulting, but it had to be done.  I was in the frozen section, looking at my list. “Janie?”, I looked up to see Mandy. “Oh hi, Mandy”, I smiled. “Just shopping and noticed you was all.”, She smiled. “Right? Huh, listen. I’m sorry for how I acted towards you, the first time I met you. Duff and I had a fight and I was mad at him. I’m sure you’re a nice girl and I’m sorry being a straight up bitch that day.”, I finally got it off my chest. “It’s okay, we’ve all been petty towards another girl before. He told me what happened between you guys. All is forgiven”, Mandy grabbed my hand and smiled. “Yeah, but it wasn’t right. It was between me and him. Uh, enjoy your shopping”, I looked down. “Thanks, you too. It was nice talking to you Janie, see ya later.” Mandy smiled before walking away. “You too”, I mumbled, looking around for Duff to be laughing with her as they were doing it just to make me the fool. No blond in sight. 

Next few weeks, the boys were planning their town for this year. They finished their EP weeks ago, I was proud of them. I was sitting next to their producer at the panel, the door opened and the boys walked in. “Hey guys”, I smiled. Various ‘Heys’ responded back. “Can’t wait for you to see this tour, Janie. It’s so kickass”, Slash pulled me into a hug. “Kickass is very you guys”, I giggled in his arms as the door opened. Mandy stood.

“Hey babe, what are you doing here?”Duff brushed pass us.

“Are you free for lunch?”she asked, twirling something on her finger. “Of course, I was just getting my bass I left here. Oh almost forgot! Hey guys, Janie come here.”, He grinned pulling her to his side. We all stood, Slash still held me at his side. “What Duff?”, Izzy mumbled. “We’re getting married”, Duff said, bringing Mandy’s hand towards us. A circle cut diamond adorned her finger. “Good for you guys. I’m happy for you Duff”, Axl pulled him into a hug. The guys told them congrats and they were proud of him for being a man. “Janie?”, Mandy asked. My chest heaved, I pushed Duff out of my way as I ran down the hall. “What’s with her?” Axl asked as I cut a corner. “I’ll go find her”, Izzy said, taking off. I tried to run but my legs gave out on me, Izzy caught me. I started bawling, my whole world was tumbling down, he wasn’t gonna be mine anymore. “Shhsh”, Izzy rocked me in his chest. 

[miryum]

Nickels (Spot Conlon x Reader)- Part 3

Nickels pov

I threw open the doors to the Bronx lodging house. The room went silent. I smirked. I've always had a flare for the dramatics.

I tilted my head and said, "I'se need Emerson." No said anything. I sighed, "Wells, I'se don't have all day."

"'E-'e's i-in 'is r-r-room." A small boy said.

"Danks kid." I flipped him a nickel. "Woah." The kid breathed. I smirked and waved Jacky boy, Davey, and Spot forward.

As we passed, I heard murmurs of, "Dat's Nickels..." "What's 'e doin' 'ere?" "Wonder what 'e wants ta talk about."

I heard Spot grumble from behind me, "Oh look, dere's da King a Brooklyn, Spot Conlon!"

We went to the back of the lodging house and I knocked on a door, "Emerson." I whispered quietly, "It's... Nickels. I'm wid (with) Jack Kelly an' Spot Conlon. An' anoder (another) kid, Davey. Wanna talk 'bout da strike. Can we come in?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack and Davey look at each other in confusion. I snarled at them. "'Ave any of yous actually seen Emerson?"

Spot nodded sadly. Jack said, "Nah." At the same time Davey said, "No!"

"Come in." I heard from the other side of the door. I pushed open the door, wincing as it made a sharp squeaking noise.

It opened to reveal a small boy, maybe twelve, lying on his bed. (Btw, you are around 15-16 in this story.) His dirty blonde hair was long, covering his eyes, but revealing the long scar running down his face. He was curled up on his side, facing away from the door.

He turned and a small small smile formed when he saw me, "Nick-" His smile grew wider as he remembered what he could now call me, "Y/-" He saw the others in the room and his face darkened, "Nickels."

My heart broke. I whirled around to the others, "Close da door." Davey slowly pushed the door closed, eyes wide. I huffed and pursed my lips, "Da yous swear not ta tell anoder soul what yous sees?"

Jack jokingly held up his hands in surrender, "No one else was in da room where it 'appened-"

"Is dat a yes?" I interrupted.

"Yes!"

I rolled my eyes and kneeled down next to the bed. "'Ow are yous doing, kid?" I asked, letting my voice finally take a rest from having to be an octave lower.

"Y/n." Emerson smiled at me, "It's good to see you again."

"Y/n?" I heard Jack ask.

"Can you take it off?" Emerson asked, gesturing to my cap. I swallowed hard, but nodded. I took of my newsies cap, and my hair fell to my shoulders. I turned to Jack and Davey, the former with his mouth wide open, the latter with his eyebrows raised and looking down at me, creating a double chin. (If that makes sense. Just imagine really freaked-out looking dudes.)

"Surprise!" I said sarcastically.

I turned back to Emerson, who was smiling widely, "They didn't know?" He asked. I shook my head and he laughed. It quickly turned to a cough and I grabbed some water that was on his bedside table for him. He drowned the whole glass as I stared at him sadly.

"Is it gettin' any better?" I asked. He shook his head, so I gently lifted up his shirt. I took in a long breath as I saw the the wound on his chest hadn't gotten any better. The scar, similar to the one on his face, slashed across his chest. After all, it was made by the same person on the same occasion. I lightly run a finger over it.

"Ya need anymo' bandages?" I asked.

"No." Emerson said, "I just want to be with you."

I laughed quietly and ruffled his hair.

"Erm," I turned back to look at Spot, who was looking very uncomfortable, "Are yous two in a secret relationship or someting?"

I looked back at Emerson who started laughing, "No!" He cried, "She's my sister!"

[thesmokingguns]

Vous parlez français?

Word Count: 2015

Summary/Request: “Younger Kelly has a girlfriend, and she discovers that he can speak in French, she thinks it’s incredibly sexy and he teases her about it. She gets frustrated and goes into their bedroom and starts to get herself off and he overhears her and goes in and goes down on her, while speaking french.”

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“C’est bien ici. J'écris de la musique toute la journée et la joue la nuit.” (It’s fine here. I write music all day and play at night) Kelly was standing with his back to you as you walked into the apartment. Listening as he spoke French over the phone to someone you froze. The groceries that you held in your hand seemed to be forgotten as you set the things down to listen.

You loved when Kelly spoke French. Even though you had only found out about a week ago he was fluent you’d ask him to speak to you in the language, always dragging him into the bedroom or whatever space you could find after listening to him say everything in the other language. It drove you absolutely wild hearing him speak.

He entertained your fetish with his language, loving how a movement of his tongue and a few words you didn’t understand could turn you stupid. You had turned so helplessly horny at Kelly speaking the language, like he had turned on a switch in you that made you squeeze your thighs together so you didn’t leak out. He would watch with a twinkle in his eyes as you squirmed at his voice, waiting for you to pounce on him.

“Mon petit canard vient de rentrer. Je me rappellerai bientôt. Au revoir.” (my little duck just got home. I will call again soon. Goodbye.”)You bit your lip as you saw him turn to look at you, knowing you had been eavesdropping on the conversation you didn’t understand. “Are you going to stand there with our groceries or put them away?” He teased you knowing you had gotten caught up in listening agajn.

Pouting you moved into the kitchen with him, starting to put away the food from the grocery store run you had made. Your mind thinking back to the words you overheard and had no meaning other than making you very wet.

“Can you speak French well I put away the groceries? You can hand me stuff and tell me the word for it.” You asked your boyfriend. Kelly rolled his eyes at you, thinking that you had lost your mind, “C’mon, please. You know how much I like it.” Putting on your begging face you gave him your best pout to try to sway him to do your bidding.

“You want me to talk about the fruit you bought? If I say les pommes you’re going to get wet over the apples.” he teased but he also wasn’t wrong. You could already feel the way your belly was tightening in need. “How about you speak some french to me? Tu parles français? (You speak French?)” The way he was looking at you with amusement in his eyes didn't help the situation. Kelly could get mean when he was teasing you and you saw that was coming, “Pourquoi es-tu si excitée par mon français ?(Why do you get so turned on by my french?) Laisseriez-vous un homme au hasard vous baiser s'il parlait français ?( Would you let a random man fuck you if he was speaking French?)” he was reaching for his cigarettes on the counter chuckling at you.

“Don’t laugh at what turns me on. That’s so rude.” you arranged the fruit in the bowl, watching as he leaned against the counter. He seemed so at ease, so sure of himself, it was part of what turned you on.how confident Kelly was in who he was.

“Everything turns you on. I can’t even speak without you dragging me to the bedroom.” Shaking your head you gave him a look letting him know that he had annoyed you. But Kelly had turned away, his back to you cleaning up a few dishes in the sink so he didn’t see the look that you were giving him before you left the room.

You shut the door behind you, frustrated at Kelly teasing you. He didn’t do it to be a jackass but maybe he was right about you asking him to speak French so much when you couldn't say anything back to him.

Pulling off the dress you were wearing you tossed it in the hamper, climbing into bed in just your underwear you laid back. Horny and frustrated that your boyfriends wouldn’t indulge you. All you wanted was him to speak a little French to you. The way that he rolled out the words in such a deep tone. A groan of appreciation for the man's voice escaped your lips, your hand sliding over your stomach. Letting your hand slide over the mound covered in silky fabric. You had already gotten so wet that the panties you were wearing needed to be peeled off, the sticky wetness between your legs begging for you to touch it.

If Kelly wasn’t going to take care of you then you would have to take care of yourself. You lifted your butt off the bed, sliding the panties off your legs. Almost embarrassed as you laid back, bending your legs and spreading them. You rested your hand over yourself, running your middle finger over the slickness.Your other hand tugging a nipple taunt, a soft sigh of satisfaction escaping your lips.

Your left hand slid two fingers over your clit rubbing in counterclock motion, pressing against the ball of nerves as your hips pushed up needy for more.The groan of pleasure came out of your mouth again. Your right hand slid down over your body feeling the slickness of your pussy, asking to be filled. Two of your fingers slid into your greedy body, sliding into your wetness; another moan left the back of your throat as your head rolled back on the pillow.

Pants of pleasure were leaving your mouth as you worked your own body thinking of the way Kelly’s mouth looked as he talked. The way he puckered his lips, his tongue sliding to wet his lips to get more words out. The image of him making your body need him more, the slippery sweetness sliding around your fingers and down your ass and thighs as you thought of your boyfriend.

“Est-ce que tu es mauvais ici?” (Are you being bad in here?) the door opened and you blushed. Kelly had heard you moaning and had caught you in a vulnerable position. Your legs were spread wide, your hand spread over your clit as you two fingers stayed inside of your body, frozen in embarrassment that he had walked in on you.

Kelly licked his lips, taking in the sight of you spread out before him like his own personal buffet. Walking over to the bed slowly he shook his head at you making your blush deepen. He reached out a hand for you to give him something.

“Regarde toi! Je parle un peu français et tu te mouilles.” (look at you! I speak a little French and you get wet.” Kelly tsked at you, walking into the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him.

The sight of him was just working you up more. You wanted him between your legs fucking you, whispering all sorts of things in your ear as his cock filled you. Bouncing on him with your juices flowing over his cock. Your hips bounced up at the idea of him between them working your body. It was like every part of your body wasn’t yours anymore, every inch wanted Kelly and was reacting to the idea.

“Donne- toi ta main.” (Give me your hand.) You looked confused, not sure what he was saying to you but loving how the words vibrated through your body. You could feel the way your pussy squeezed around your own fingers, your horny brain not letting you think. He held his hand out still and moved the hand off your clit to give it to him, “Non, l’autre.” His head moved to motion to the hand between your legs

A blush was on your face as you realized what he wanted. You slid out your two fingers from your core, strings of your cum attached from the tips of your fingers to the wetness of your mound. You watched Kelly, licking his lip as he grabbed your wrist, thinking you were moving too slow, bringing your hand to his mouth. His tongue darted out swiping over teh wetness of your fingers, giving a groan of satisfaction as he tasted you on your own fingers. He moved his mouth over them, sucking each digit clean of your wetness.

“Il est temps que mes doigts te remplissent.” (Time for my fingers to fill you) he shifted so he was between your legs, pushing your thighs a little further apart. You bucked up against him, watching the way a smile slid out on the side of his face. “Tu es une pute, mon petit canard.” (you are a whore, my little duck) the man spit on your pussy, his fingers using it as lubrication as he rubbed your clit. A strangled moan came out of your mouth.

Kelly’s fingers did things to you that you didn’t think was possible. The way they moved in a turning pattern inside of you, turning towards your belly button inside of you, curling and rubbing inside of you at the spot that had your legs shaking. He kept his eyes on your pussy, his fingers swirling inside of you well, his other hand rested on top of your stomach, his thumb lazily playing your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.

He kept pulling his fingers out, scissoring ner your entrance and watching the way your wetness was sticky strands around him. He loved seeing how wet and excited you got from him. As much as he teased you about liking him speaking French so much he loved knowing he could make your body react like this.

"Veux-tu que je te baise avec ma langue?” (do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?) His eyes were on you and you knew that he was asking you a question. You couldn’t respond between the strangled moans of pleasure and cried out. Luckily for you he took this as confirmation you did want his tongue to work for you.

Kelly wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you forward and licking his lips with wicked glee. Keeping your legs open and. It was hard not squeezing his head between your thighs and riding his face to have your orgasm. Kelly seemed to notice the way your legs were butterflying and slid his hands up to hold them up. His tongue sliding up, doing a lap around your drizzling cunt, kissing your clitoris like it was the start and finish line.

“Tu as le goût du paradis.” (you taste like heaven) He was hungrily licking you, his tongue dipping into your body, exploring the intimate part of you, lapping at your greedy little cunt as he purred out compliments in French.

You gripped his hair, hand sliding into the black locks and fisting your boyfriend's head. Pushing your hips up to get his tongue deeper into you, rolling your hips so that you could make his tongue explore all the hidden spots. You moaned loudly, pushing your thighs against his hands as your orgasm came through you. Kelly’s hands would leave bruises on your soft thighs from the pressure of holding you in place.

He looked up at you, eyes peeking out between your legs before sitting up, wiping your wetness from his mouth and chin with a Cheshire Cat-like grin splitting across his face.

“Vas-tu mieux maintenant, mon petit canard?” (all better now, my little duck) His wicked grin knowing he was just starting you all up again.

“You must still be hungry.” You said giving him a death look. Kelly kisses your inner thigh, sending you another one of his looks.

“J’ai toujours faim de toi.” (I am always hungry for you) You felt his mouth dip lower and gripped the sheets knowing you were in for a long afternoon.

[born-to-lose]

Oooh can i request Prompt list 29, fluff -#8 and #10 with kelly nickels blurb?? xx

Quack quack here you go

One morning Kelly shows up unannounced, asking you to come with him on a spontaneous trip to wherever the road leads you. You can't decline this offer. Actually, you can never say no to him.

So you end up sitting on the back of his motorcycle, your arms clasping his middle. "You good?" he asks over his shoulder as he revs up the engine.

"Yeah. Don't drop me though," you joke.

"I would never," Kelly replies with a feigned hurt expression.

Kelly is everything you look for in a man. Kind, funny, handsome, talented. You've only known him for three months, but you love him more than anything else in the world.

After a while, he stops at a diner to have a break. You slip into a booth in the back and order milkshakes and waffles. "I love you so much it scares me," you say, holding Kelly's hand while sipping on your shake.

He looks up at you. "Is it a good scared?"

You smile and nod. "Yeah, it makes me feel alive. When I'm with you, I'm not just existing, I'm living."

Kelly leans over the table to kiss you. "I suppose I've reached my goal, then."