Kellin Quinn- You bring out the beast in me (request)
(Summary: You hang out with Kellin and the guys. You tease him over text and when the guys leave, he dominates you. ~also, Daddy stuff~)
Justin and Gabe were telling a funny story. You sat in the living room with your boyfriend, Kellin, and the rest of the members of Sleeping with Sirens. Everyone was laughing but you were so bored. You had heard the story a million times before.
You pulled out your phone and texted Kellin. He saw the screen light up and checked his messages.
(Y/N): I’m bored…
Kellin: Aw poor baby *plays a sad song on the violin*
(Y/N): -_- baaaabe
Kellin: Haha XP you’re cute when you’re mad
(Y/N): Jerk -_-…when do you think they’re gonna leave?
Kellin: Idk why?
(Y/N): Because I wanna be alone ;)
Kellin: Babe, not right now. I’m trying to hang out with my friends…
(Y/N): Oh come on, Daddy… Don’t you want to see my new bra? ;)
Kellin: Careful, baby girl. Don’t tease…
(Y/N): Or what?
Kellin: Does Daddy need to remind you what happens when you’ve been a bad girl?
Kellin: I’m going to get the guys to leave and when I come back you better be in the bedroom in nothing but your underwear, got it?
(Y/N): Yes, Daddy
(Back to the living room)
Kellin got up and told everyone that they should probably get going. He walked out the front door with them and said his goodbyes. You went upstairs to the bedroom and took of your shorts and tank top. You were wearing matching bra and panties. They were black lace. You sat down on the bed and waited for Kellin.
You heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. Kellin burst through the door, taking his shirt off. He looked at you with lust in his eyes.
“You think it’s fun to tease Daddy?”
You bit your lip as he unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off and kicked them to the side. He walked towards you and practically tore your bra off. He flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach and facing the headboard of the bed. He ran his hands down your body until he got to your thighs. He spanked you, making you whimper from the mix of pain and pleasure.
He grabbed you by your hips and picked you up so that you were on your hands and knees, still facing away from him.
“You’ve been bad haven’t you, baby girl?”
He pulled down your panties and then lowered his boxers. He spanked you once more before pushing himself into you. He gave you no time to adjust. You moaned and whimpered as he thrusted. You felt the knot in your stomach release but Kellin didn’t seem to notice or care.
He kept going. His thrusts got faster and harder. He dug his nails into your hips and muttered under his breath.
“Ugh fuck (Y/N)”
He let go of your hips with one hand and grabbed your hair instead. You felt the knot release again but Kellin still kept going.
Right when you thought your knees were too weak to hold you up any longer, Kellin let go of you and turned you around.
He grabbed your hair and pushed his length into your mouth. You gagged a little bit and Kellin groaned. You felt him release into your mouth. He pulled away and you stuck out your tongue.
“Swallow” he demanded.
You obeyed and showed him your tongue again, with nothing on it this time. He smirked.
“That’s a good girl.”
He pulled up his boxers and got up from the bed. He grabbed his shirt and put it over your head. You put your arms through the holes and Kellin pulled the shirt down to your waist. He fixed your hair and kissed you on the forehead.
He laid down on the bed and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.
Santa Kellin (Kellin Quinn) (Sleeping With Sirens)
Word Count: 640
It was yours and Kellin’s daughters first Christmas and he wanted to make it super special for her. You tried to tell him that she was only one and wouldn’t remember this Christmas but he was insistent on surprising both her and you. You sometimes wondered what went through your husband’s head, how could he surprise both of you on Christmas Eve?
You’d just put your daughter back to bed after she woke up around 1am with an upset stomach when you walked back into your bedroom and noticed Kellin was no longer in bed. You tried the bathroom and walk in wardrobe but there was no sight of him anywhere. You were about to call his name when a crash and a curse came from downstairs and you assumed that it was Kellin.
Being careful not to make any noise on the stairs you got halfway down before you crouched to look through the wooden railings. You covered your mouth to block the laugh at the sight of Kellin in a full Santa costume beard and all. This moment was priceless and you knew a certain little girl who would be excited to see Santa Claus in her living room.
You woke your daughter up and told her to be quiet because there was a special guest downstairs. The two of you make your way downstairs quietly, you holding your daughter on your waist. Kellin has his back to you placing presents under the tree when your daughter lets out a small squeal making him jump. You laughed and tickled her stomach.
“Look baby it’s Santa Claus.”
Kellin turned around wide eyed before composing himself.
“Ho ho ho lovely ladies. What are you two doing up? Were you spying on Santa Claus?”
Kellin was cracking you up with his fake Santa accent but you had to keep a straight face for your daughter who pointed an accusing finger at you. Kellin shook his head.
“I guess your mummy is on the bad list now little princess while you get to stay on the good list.”
You fake gasp and your daughter claps her hands together. Kellin closes the gap between you.
“Can you keep this secret little princess? I don’t want the other children getting jealous.”
Your daughter nodded before burying her face into your shoulder. You shot Kellin a looked and mouthed ‘oh my god’.
“Well Santa I’m going to put this little princess back to bed and let you continue putting presents under the tree. Say goodbye to Santa love.”
Your daughter mumbled and both you and Kellin awed. Kellin waved at the two of you as you retreated back upstairs. Your daughter fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow leaving you to deal with Santa Kellin downstairs.
Kellin was waiting for you in the living room and you quirked an eyebrow before smirking.
“Is there any way I can get off Santa’s naughty list?”
Kellin gulped as you closed the gap and pulled down his beard. You were only wearing one of his oversized tanks and a pair of underwear.
“I can think of a few things to get you off the naughty list.”
The two of you lean in and kiss each other; it was safe to say that kissing Santa was never on your bucket list. You pull back and rest your head on his chest.
“I think you’ve made her first Christmas very special Kellin. You’re a great father.”
He strokes your hair.
“We’re both great parents. Now off to bed with you missy or no presents off Santa.”
You turn around and start walking out of the living room when Kellin slaps your bum playfully; you turn and glare over your shoulder before breaking into a run up the stairs with Santa Kellin quick on your heels.
Imagine in 20 years time. You have long forgotten your fangirling days, your tumblr a distant memory, your bands fanpage ceases to exist.
You’re sitting in the living room with your young children, the radio quietly in the background. You’re not listening to what’s being said on the radio, but you hear a name that sparks your attention
“Kellin Quinn, ex-singer of post hardcore band Sleeping with Sirens, has been found dead alone inside his home this morning,”
The saddening words stab your heart like knives. You remain paralyzed by shock. Your children continuously try to shake you out of your state, crying for you repeatedly, but you stay frozen, an expression of misery and heartbreak cemented on your face.
“Quinn had been suffering from depression over the past few months ever since his wife Katelynn and daughter Copeland died in a car crash. In order to relieve the pain he had turned to drugs and alcohol for comfort, which resulted in the ex singer dying from overdose,”
“Your bottle’s your mistress…” the sleeping with sirens quote you barely manage to whisper out burns your mouth, clinging to your throat like ice.
It hurts so much to speak the same words that your dead hero sang years ago.
It hurts to know that he’s gone
You can’t bear to hear more, yet you don’t turn off the radio. You’re in too much pain to move from your position.
The radio station decides to play a familiar song in remembrance of the man who saved your life. You hear your dead favourite singer’s voice fill the room, causing tears to stream from your eyes. But there’s one line….one line of the song that makes you lose it