#la guns 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.

[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.”

[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.

[sollucets]

would it be a sin? if i can't let that fool go down alone.

@userdramas​ event 16: fools

[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."

[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 :)

[samiwife]

About Me :)

This is my introduction post. Please read below. (if you want)

Current Status for Request: Closed for now!!! (Reason: Mental Health)

Name: Saikobon or just samiwife lol...

Pronouns: She/they <3

Single or dating: Not anymore lol

Interests: I draw and write a lot. Also, I scrapbook a lot of my feelings. Venting is fun <3

Favorite band(s): The Strokes, The Libertines, The Moldy Peaches, Le Tigre, Japan, and Slowdive

Favorite Movie: The Breakfast Club or Trainspotting

Favorite Food: Oranges

What bands do I write about? Let me know if I should add or take out certain bands!

Bands:

The Cure

Blur

Pulp

The London Suede

My Chemical Romance

Sleeping With Sirens

Pierce The Veil

Guns N Roses

Motley Crue

Hanoi Rocks

LA Guns

Megadeth

Metallica

Led Zepplin

AC/DC

KISS

Pink Floyd

Maneskin

The Strokes

The Libertines

The Moldy Peaches

The Who

Nirvana

Japan

What I will not write:

Pedophilia

Rape or non-consensual stuff

Vomit stuff

Death

Underage stuff

Drug use fetish

Foot fetish

Skat

Vore

Self-harm fetish

Children (I know people like it but I don't SORRY!)

What I can write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Kinks

Ships

Long series (if I have a storyline)

Oneshots

Headcanons

THAT'S ALL THANKS FOR READING THIS!!! Love u <33

[antimnemonic]

like. yes gallina is literally just a chicken but it's more. i can't explain it. the vibe. gallina isn't just chicken she's a mom a sister a childhood best friend....... anyways u sound be able to hold velociraptor como gallina

[catts-world]

Tbh if there are any writers who can take a request(s) from me abt very specific bands... lmk. I'm in such a drought atm. I dont need long things. Just little stories or smt. Idk im so desperate

[dunhamsolivia]

t-minus 40 minutes until my beyoncé presale and i am STRESSED. i will be inconsolable if i don’t get tickets.

[jade-curtiss]

Aye le gun j'l'achete tu?

[evilminji]

Broadway :3c

And I hear ya. (Insert spooky joke here) There is a sprawling WEB of central hubs, for The Arts. For trade. For getting drunk and having a good time. The Zone is large and it is endless. You'll NEVER reach the far end. It can never reach you.

All things, in gentle sweeping waves, across eternity.

So when folks want to have "a market" or "a movie theater" or "the waterpark"? You gotta PICK a point on the endless map. Figure if you are close or far enough away for others like it, to make it worth the effort to build.

You might even be the first to do it for GALAXIES in any direction! People might fly for WEEKS to come to your place! Move their Lairs to be closer too it. Like dust gathered by gravity, slowly creating planets and stars. A mega Lair. A CITY.

They rise, they fall, the Zone shifts all the while.

But!

Does the dead starlet stop singing? Does getting gunned down, stop the show?? I think NOT! Where is her STAGE? What musicals? What dramas? What operas and tragedies and forms unknown to human kind??! Ballet dancers who CAN defy gravity! Singers who have no NEED for air! The haunting blend of instruments, that could never in life have met! From empires long turned to ASH!

The greatest show in DEATH!

Ember was a world wide hit. Yes, her voice was hypnotic. But that could be FOUGHT. It was SKILL that carried the game. And she was hardly "I was Literally The Greatest My Planet Ever Produced" skilled. She was good, great even. Not "I was Born For Greatness" Excellence.

And like?

.....eventually? Danny's gonna ask after "cultural-y" Culture stuff. Clothes and food. Music and the arts. To help his parents get used to the whole "our son is half-dead" thing. To show he's not some mindless monster now.

And? Ghostwriter? Probably an absolute legend. Does he know where you can find some CULTURE? Oh THANK ZONE! He thought you'd NEVER ask! You unsophisticated-! *fist fight in a library* Still a dick, though. Always and forever.

And just? Imagine Broadway stretched out into a floating city. That never sleeps. Never stops. Shows ever changing. Some on a cycle, some only once. Dream-like. Beautiful. Eye catching.

And yeah, Danny didn't think he LIKED musicals. It was more of a Jazz thing. But? This was important! Gotta get the whole family in the Speeder. We're going to see a play, guys! We'll pick when we get there! Family road trip! Educational! We can make notes!

His parents are trying to be supportive. Big, fixed, strained grins. Trying to pretend to be excited. But they... DO seem reluctantly intrigued? And Jazz is all but vibrating in her seat. It's basically her "before you go away to college" present. And she is THRILLED.

The longer she excitedly speculates? The more into it she gets their folks. This IS gonna be new! Exciting! Never before seen Ghost Culture! Music! As a FAMILY! Think we could find souvenirs? Ooooh, wonder if they sell CDs??!

Then? They GET there. And it's... it's like seeing the Las Vegas strip for the first time, except multiplied into a city. Made of even MORE styles and eras. At angles gravity would never allow.

The air filled with laughter and excitement, people rushing to shows or humming bits of tunes. Street stalls. Fountains. Flowers growing everywhere.

They could stay for months and not even reach a fraction of these buildings. His parents are taking countless photos. His sister squeeling with joy as she races for an information kiosk like they just arrived at Disneyland. He, at least, remembers to lock up the Speeder. Grab their day bags.

When did HE become the responsible one?

The argue over shows. Obviously. Wouldn't be Fenton's otherwise. HE wants to see the alien one. It's from mars! But it's his sister's trip, as his dad points out, so she gets to choose. She picks a musical set during the Fall of Krpton. He's... reluctantly kinda interested. I mean, EVERYBODY likes Superman, right?

It's... it's amazing. Terrible, but amazing. I mean? A coming of age story cut tragically short? Oof. Hello, massively projecting then getting FEELS about it! Yeah, sure, rip my heart out why don't you? He's fine. No, really! Just drowning in his own emotions over here. The refrain of "A Life Well Lived"? *gargling dying whale noises* he's FINE. Not grappling with anything! Go on without him!

Thankfully?

They DO sell CDs.

He... he may end up, kinda, getting a bit of a collection. Going on the weekends, hoping show to show. Wandering to whichever catches his eye in the moment. Buying the CDs for one's he likes. Which? Honestly is a lot of them. Even though there's all sorts of genres and languages. Cause it... it RESONATES you know?

The grief. The anger. The "I have died but I wasn't FINISHED. It isn't FAIR.". And? Something about ghost speak flows so BEAUTIFULLY in song? It's hard to explain. But he... he needs them.

A pair of headphones, a CD, and a clear night sky? Nothing touches it. It's like a trance made of light. Like he can just drift.

The problem? Is the CDs are kinda... Zone made? They're radioactive, for one. Nothing a Fenton CD player can't handle. But... they? Also? Kinda fuckin GLOW? Like... very, very noticeably. And not in a "ha ha, cool glow in the dark paint!" Sorta way.

.........but like FUCK is he leaving his music behind when he goes to college. Gotham will have to deal. It's already a burning shit-nado, it can handle this. Probably. He'll put um in a lead lined box. Actually, speaking OF.... he needs to get a few more of those... *goes back to packing*

Which? Is how? The Bats are treated to some of the most HAUNTING music they've ever heard, belted and crooned from Some Guy's speakers, out an open window, on the "stop for a mid-patrol drink of water and a snack" building. It's one of the intersections of their patrol routes. And THAT? That is some dude listening to a Romani ballad about death and the circus. Now it's a musical about the trenches of an obscure war.

Okay, that was DEFINITELY Kryptonian. Like... coherent Krypto- *Bruce gets a call from Clark on his "work" number DEMANDING to know where that is coming from. Who is that voice Bruce?!* huh.... Well Then.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @spidori @mutable-manifestation @the-witchhunter

[rimaiahwrites]

Know better

Connie catches you playing with his gun… short spanking, bratty behavior, softish dom!connie, sub!black!reader, aftercare, fluffy.

———

Your stomach growled as you stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, then went to sit in the living room with Connie, “hi my handsome boyy.” You grinned as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He ignored you, mumbling a quick “wassup” while aggressively clicking on the buttons of his controller.

You huffed loudly, Connie was paying you no attention today because he was too busy on the game with his homeboys, eren, jean and ony. You pouted and laid your chin on his shoulder “Bubba you’re not paying attention to me” you whined. His eyes still glued to the tv not hearing a word you just said but apparently all the boys talking through his headset did because you could their loud asses asking for you to say hi, so you grabbed the headset from Connie and placed it on your head. “Hi boys yes it is I the princess.” They all chuckled and each said their hi’s and hello’s.

“Where you been at girl?” Eren asked, the group hasn’t hung out in a minute because normally the kickbacks were at yall house but since Connie been working way more lately nobody has really had the time to hang out.

You huffed and looked over at Connie giving him the side eye, “nothing just at home dealing with your annoying ass brother he’s been ignoring me all day-“ before you really finish Connie snatch the headset from you. You flipped him off and grabbed your phone to go back up stairs. “She tripping y’all know she spoiled as fuck.” Stomping your back up stairs to your room to find something to do and just as you walked past the dresser Connie’s gun was just sitting there. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed the heavy weapon, it looked so big in your hand compared to the way it looked in Connie’s. You pulled your bonnet off and posed in front of the mirror with it in your hand, your finger off the trigger. You giggled.

Maybe I need one I look like a boss bitch for real. You thought.

“Y’all niggas tripping man gimme my shit!” You whispered yelled putting the gun up and pointing it at the mirror playing like you was a gangsta like mr. baldie down stairs. You kept playing around with his loaded gun saying all the things you hear him say to people whenever he has to pull his gun out, which was only twice because he always tries to be on his best behavior when he has you around, he didn’t really like you seeing him like that or to put you in a position to be harmed with the nonsense he deals with. you were his little princess and he wanted you kept in the dark about all the stuff he puts himself into.

So he definitely didn’t playing with his gun so imagine the shook on your face when his deep voice said loudly “what the hell is you doing?” snatching the gun out your hand and placed in his waist band. “Huh? Nothing I-I was just-“

“Just what? Playing with my loaded gun? Which you know you ain’t supposed to be doing you know the rules”

“I know i was Broad you wasn’t paying me any attention!” You pouted crossing your arms, he fake pouted back and bend down to your height, “oh so you think just because I wasn’t going you my full undivided attention for a couple hours you can break the rule and go against what I say?” Hissed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at you very angrily like he was up to something, it made you very nervous so you stayed as far away from the bed as possible. “Co’ mere” he said lowly making the come here motion with his finger, you stood there hands behind your back playing with the end of Connie’s over sized shirt that laid at the back of your thighs.

“Now y/n.” He said sternly making you jump a little as you made your way over to him. He grabbed you and flipped you on your face, your face was planted on the bed and your ass laid across his legs. You gasped when he pulled your shirt- well his shirt up over your booty and pulled your pink lace panties down to expose your bare skin.

“Con please no.”

“You know you ain’t supposed to be playing wit’ daddy’s gun, you know better so what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”

“I get Punished, but-“ he chuckled and pulled his hoodie off.

“Ain’t no buts, you getting 20 and don’t lose count because if you do imma start over.” He said raising his hand high up and smacking you hard on the plump of your ass making you jump, you gasped loudly reaching back to grab his hand.

“Move your hands, now put them under your chin.” He popped your hands making you whine and quickly hide them away from him. He spanked you again, the tears began to come, you tried your best to keep the sobs in but his rough hands kept coming down on your bottom so hard making it sting.

What made it even worse was you weren’t used him being so mean, your daddy has barely raised his voice at you let alone spank you as a punishment, the most he has done was give you light soft spanks when you would act up when he was in your guts. You almost didn’t know if your were crying from the pain or your feelings being hurt.

“Papa please no more!” You cried

“Nah I already told, never touch my guns so why I come up here to see you playing with it?” He asked hitting you again. You almost couldn’t get your words out

“I-I didn’t put my finger on the trigger!” You screamed.

“That doesn’t matter I told you not to touch it at all, what if you accidentally shot it? Huh? What if you accidentally shot yourself?” he was so mad and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist was getting tighter and his hand was coming down harder making your ass jump, his hand felt hot and your ass you were sure was a bright red by now. Him even thinking about you hurting yourself with HIS gun made him feel a little sick, he didn’t play about you.

You were on the last five spanks and you just couldn’t take it anymore so without thinking of the consequences you reached back and grabbed his hand looking him in the eyes with your big brown teary eyes. “Papa please no more m’ so sorry won’t do it again..” you pouted, you felt like you were in a daze. Connie could see it in your eyes that you were deep in sub space, you looked so far gone. His heart melted and pulled you up to face him.

“Ok baby no more.”

He grabbed your chubby cheeks and kissed your lips softly.

“You won’t ever do that again mama?” You shook your head fast. “I p-promise, never ever again.” You sniffled. Putting your head in his neck breathing his scent in deeply. He smiled and leaned back against the pillows resting against your headboard, he rubbed your back trying to sooth your sniffles and hiccups. He looked down and saw that your bottom was a dark red and big hand prints covering it. He put his hands on it and you jumped a little and let out a whine. He cringed a little, his poor baby he thought even if it was for your own good.

“I just wanna keep you safe and I can’t do that if you don’t listen to what I tell you sweetheart you understand?” You nodded your head still keeping your head in between his neck and shoulder. After a few minutes of silence you spoke very softly keeping your voice very low. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Look at me,” he demanded holding your face in his big vainly hands. “I’m not mad anymore ok? And you did such a good job at taking your punishment mama, my big girl.” He mumbled kissing you all over your face and neck.

“You deserve a reward for taking it like a good girl, what do you want? A new Prada bag? Shoes? Ice cream? Anything you want.”

“Mm…” you said patting your chin in thought. “How about a new bag and ice cream?” And Connie agreed because you were his spoiled good girl…most of the time.

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Might do a part2 cuz it’s not as long as I wanted but just wanted to get this out

[fangirl-dot-com]

Incorrect Quotes - Part 2

All of these were taken from Pinterest - again, I am not this funny

Special thank you to @sinfully-yoursss for asking for another one!

Max: Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch?  Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch 

Arthur (propping his feet up on a table): So, I heard you like bad boys Y/n: What? No??? Arthur (immediately taking his feet off the table): Oh thank God, that felt terrible 

Christian: Where’s Y/n and the child?  Toto: Y/n is teaching him how to drive Christian: Y/n never learned to drive??????

*Meanwhile*

Y/n: So there’s two pedals. Sometimes three but you can ignore the left one  Kimi: I don’t think…. Y/n: the lines on the road are more like suggestions than anything, like the speed limit Kimi: Are you positive that… Y/n: I’m not sure how to turn on the blinkers. Ready?  Kimi: Uhhhhh Y/n (shouting): GO GO GO GO  Kimi (screaming) *floors it* 

Nurse: I’m sorry sir, we can only allow family to see Miss L/n at this time  Christian: bold of you to assume I won’t legally adopt her right now  Y/n (sleepy, inside the hospital wing): you tell ‘em dad! 

Max: Your honor, my client is ready  Judge: And what does the defendant plead?  Max (mouthing the words): not guilty  Y/n (squinting at Max): hot milky Max (facepalms): take her away 

Y/n: Deck the halls with crippling depression  Charles: Fa la la la la, la la la la  Y/n: ‘Tis the season for emotional suppression  Arthur: Fa la la la la, la la la la  Max (passing through): what??? 

Y/n (on the phone): Hey Lance, can Arthur and I borrow $5000?  Lance: Why the hell do you need $5000?!  Y/n: For an escape room.  Lance: What kind of escape room costs 5 grand??  Y/n:  Y/n: Jail.

Max (answers phone): hello?  Y/n: It’s Y/n Max: What did she do this time  Y/n: no, it’s me, Max  Max: what did you do this time 

Y/n (on the floor): Go on…without me! Lando (crying while kneeling beside her): No! We can get through this together, just like we always do!  Y/n: There’s no time! You must defend our honor. Don’t let my death be for nothing!  Lando (sobbing): I can’t do this without you!  Y/n: Goodbye, old friend….(goes limp) Oscar (whispering to Max): They do realize this is just a dodgeball game, right?   Max (aiming at Lando): Oscar, this is war. Show no mercy. 

Oscar: One day, someone will think about you for the last time in eternity. You will be forgotten by the world  Y/n: not if I eat the Mona Lisa 

Yuki: I’m small but knowing  Y/n: You don’t be knowing what the top shelf looks like  Yuki:  Y/n:  Yuki: Bitch 

Y/n: Go big or go home! Vito (tears in his eyes): I am begging you, Y/n. For once in your life, go home. Just this once. Go. Home.  Y/n: I’m gonna go big

Y/n: I will do a lot of thing. But admitting I’m cold to Max after he told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them 

Max: I sleep with a knife beside my bed  Carlos: I have a machete under my bed  Logan: I have a gun under my pillow  Arthur: Weak. Pathetic. All of you  Max: And what deadly weapon do you sleep with?  Arthur (putting on shades): Y/n 

Arthur: I will speak French between your legs  Y/n: That is the hottest thing I’ve ever been told  Lando: I’m just imagining someone screaming “Bonjour” to a dick Daniel: SACRE BLEAU MADEMOISELLE HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS  Logan (wheezing): TITTY CROISANTS  Max: None of you should ever be having sex 

Y/n: Hey do you know anyone who can teach me how to play the trumpet?  Alex: Why? Y/n: I wanna wander around the paddock and annoy Esteban  Logan: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play it for that  Y/n: You have opened my eyes Logan 

Max (not looking up from his book): what did he do now?  Y/n: HE SMILED  Max: At you?  Y/n: No, at Oscar and Ollie but HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL  Max: go away  Y/n: shut up, I watched you pine over Charles for months – let me have this  Max: carry on 

Arthur: I came up with a brilliant idea for a prank  Y/n: Ooh, what is it?  Arthur: We should kiss.  Y/n: …I don’t get it  Arthur: Think about it! Imagine Max and Charles come into the garage, only to find us making out, hands all over each other. You can sit in my lap and we’ll really just go to town. Max will be like “WHAAAAAAA” and Charles might even faint!  Y/n: Oh, that’s hilarious! We totally should 

Esteban: The math problem isn’t so hard, it’s just a simple repetition of-  Y/n (frustrated): You’re a simple repetition  Esteban:  Y/n:  Charles: Did Y/n really just hurt Esteban’s feelings  Max: I’m so freakin proud 

Y/n (googling): snake bite leg what to do  Google: elevate and apply pressure  Y/n (lifting the snake really high): apologize or else 

Y/n: with all due respect  Y/n: Y/n: which is none 

Toto: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Kimi: Maybe a little tipsy?  George: Drunk.  Y/n: Wasted.  Lewis: Dead. 

Esteban: Could you at least try to be nice?  Y/n: You’re still breathing. That’s me being nice. 

Oscar: Hey do you have a bag I can borrow?  Zhou: The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they’re specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence  Oscar: Literally all you had to do was say no 

Max (at Y/n’s funeral): Can I have a moment alone with her?  Arthur: Of course *leaves*  Max (leaning over the coffin): Now listen, I know you’re not dead  Y/n: no duh 

Y/n: Ow!  Oscar: You dislocated your shoulder. Want me to pop it back in?  Y/n (grimacing): Yeah…okay Oscar: All right, on 3….0, 1 *pops shoulder back in*  Y/n: MOTHERFU- WHO THE HELL STARTS AT 0 

Yuki: Hey Y/n, did you eat all the powdered donuts?  Y/n: …No?  Yuki: Then what’s that white powder on your pants Y/n (panicking): cocaine

Y/n: Max, I think you should play the role of my father  Max: I don’t want to be your father Y/n: That’s perfect. You already know your lines 

Lando: Can I be frank with you guys?  Y/n: I don’t know how changing your name is going to help us here, but sure?  Charles: Wait, can I still be Charles?  Oscar: Shh, let Frank speak. 

Lewis: I have a bad feeling about this.  Y/n: What do you mean?  Lewis: Don’t you ever have that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?  Y/n: no  Lewis: That explains so much 

Y/n: What do you call a fish with no eye (i)?  Oscar (not looking up from his book): myxine circifrons Y/n:  Y/n: fsh  

George: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?  Y/n: Figuratively or literally?  George: Y/n, honestly, the fact that I have to specify 

Mitch: I know you took the last Red Bull Y/n Y/n (internally): play dumb  Y/n: Who’s Y/n?  Y/n (internally): not that dumb! 

Y/n: Big mood  Fernando: What does that mean…big mood?  Y/n: Uh well, it kind of means like, me too, I guess  Fernando: Thanks 

*1 week later before a race in the rain* 

Oscar: I’m kind of worried about this race guys  Fernando: Big mood, Piastri, big mood  Oscar: Y/n what did you do? 

Charles: What’s worse than a DNF at a home race? Y/n: realizing that dragons can’t blow out their birthday candles  Charles:  Charles: mate 

Y/n: You know what? Underneath it all, you’re actually quite nice  Max: Repeat that disgusting slander and you’ll be hearing from my lawyers 

Carlos: Now that I have explained the answer to this problem to you for ten minutes, do you understand?  Y/n: Yes.  Carlos:…Are you lying to me?  Y/n: Yes. 

Christian: Y/n, it’s your turn to give the pre-race talk  Y/n (claps hands): Fuck shit up, hit some barriers, run Charles off the road, don’t die  Max (proudly): succinct and informative 

Max: The FIA really seems to hate us  Charles: Maybe they’re homophobic  Max: We’re not a couple Charles  Charles: We’re not  Y/n: You’re not? 

Vito: Why is Y/n in the bathroom on the floor crying?  Max: She’s drunk  Vito: And? Mitch: She heard that Arthur has a girlfriend  Vito:…but she is Arthur’s girlfriend  Max: Yeah, we know that 

Max (wears lighter skinny jeans and a brighter blue Red Bull polo) Y/n: I see you’re busting out the spring colors 

Oscar: How do you two normally get out of these types of messes?  Lando: We don’t.  Y/n: We just make a bigger mess that cancels out the first one 

*Valentines Day* 

Arthur (reading Y/n’s texts): Y/n just said she’s going to give me 102 minutes of pleasure tonight Max: Oh wow

*Later watching Cars 2* 

Y/n: You look disappointed 

Y/n: Chillax!  Oscar: that’s not a word  Y/n: Sometimes the ones who deny “chillax” are the ones who need to chillax the most

Y/n: You know, water is pretty crazy. It can boil you to death, freeze you to death, drown you, or spin your car out of control, throw you into the barriers and kill you. But you still need it to survive  Max: Y/n, I love you, but its 3 AM 

Christian: Y/n, a word.  Y/n: BALLOON 

Max: I have the sharpest memory! Name one time I forgot something  Y/n: You left Charles in a Walmart like three weeks ago  Max: I did that on purpose, try again 

Vito: Y/n isn’t answering her phone  Arthur: I’ll call  Vito: Max and I have both tried, along with everyone else on the grid. What make you think she’ll answer?  *Calls her anyway* Y/n: Hello? 

Y/n: Oi, where’s your boyfriend?  Max: Who?  Y/n: Charles, where is he?  Max: He’s not my boyfriend Y/n: Have you told him that? 

Fan: Max, what motivates you?  Max: My ambition and desire to push forward no matter what  Fan: Y/n, what about you?  Y/n: An unhealthy mix of spite, pettiness, the thirst for vengeance, and pure, relentless rage. That and a Red Bull in the morning 

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[jj-the-hobbit171]

Imagine that when the tf141 gets betrayed by Graves and captured, word makes it to Mafia!reader… and all hell breaks loose in the home of the next Don.

Vases shattered on walls, tables flipped over in a flurry of anger, and the messenger, dead on the floor.

Readers composed stance had been long abounded, and replaced with a rage and an animal. They look up from the pool of blood on the ground, growling at the goon the just enters the room. Even the air stood still.

“Where?”

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This wasn’t how Johnny thought he would die, lined up with his teammates and partners in life, with guns pressed at the back of their heads, forced to kneel for a merch as he talked on and on. Soap closed his eyes, tending waiting for the bullet…. It never came.

An array of gunshots rang around them,mixing with the cries of fallen men, before the door blocking it all bursted open.

“Phillip, Phillip”, reader said calmly, as they walked up to graves.

“Why do you do this?” They question, before sighing, “everyone in you circle knows not to touch what belongs to la vena d'oro”….

They giggle, before full blown laughing, then suddenly stopping,to look at their lovers bound on the floor, their eyes soften,before callings few of their men to help them up and get them to safety.

Price awoke to being carried into a car when a shot rang out of the base….

[poetslastdeath]

continuing off of unhinged reader, imagine them being so protective of the tf141 boys like

walking through the streets of las almas, rain pouring down heavily from a pitch black sky, blood running through the cracks of stone and pouring into the veins of the city like rich poison.

a muffed guttural scream gets stuck in the throat of a dying shadow, he tries to kick but he might as well have already been a decaying cold corpse. his body thuds to the ground heavily, neck a mess of blood and bones and so unrecognizable that it looks like the work of a wild wolf.

While soap makes his way through the houses and alleys of a darkening las almas, the air seems to become heavier and heavier the closer he gets to the church. but what he sees on the way, makes even him want to hurl.

blood splattered on old cracking floral wallpaper, hardwood floors stained with so much blood that it looks black, a gun that he can recognize as one of the shadows snapped in half like it was a toothpick, bones crushed and snapped in similar fashion.

screams cut off before they can leave the throat, the sound trying to claw its way out with the hope of salvation, only to find nothing but the cold press of death closing their eyes.

sometimes, they hardly looked like they used to be human, so distorted and mutilated that it looks as if they were turned inside out.

and around every corner he swears he can see just the edge of a figure wearing the shadows like a coat, drenched in crimson, bare hands itching for the next victim. but by the time he gets there, breath sharp in his lungs, his shoulder pulsing dully, they are gone like a cold winters breeze. the air brushes against his skin and it almost feels like a gentle touch.

It's an odd thing, the shadows were so focused on ghosts and johnny, that they forgot about you. their reaper.