#nikki knocked him up

[psychobabblefluiddruid]

Me: Has the willingness to work out and lose weight.

Also Me: (no I'm not pregnant, just fat LMAO)

just ate so much fuckinv fried chicken

[emmaspolaroid]

oughhhhh I am excited to give my bf the WWWY tickets omg I hope he’s excited about it lmao

[bunnys-kisses]

sibling situation

simon 'ghost' riley

cw: smut & plot, mactavish!reader, size kink/difference, missionary sex, unprotected sex, marriage & babies (at the end), romance, simon's found family

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simon knew that johnny had a sister. you had been brought up in conversation tons of times. after the death of your parents, you and johnny were really all each other had. but johnny left for the military right before turning eighteen and you struggled to put yourself through university. it wasn't the easiest life and simon could understand, he had his own scars of his childhood.

"so, why are you dragging me out here again, johnny?"

"get ya out of that shoe box flat. got a little more leg room where i am."

johnny had driven the car all the way to edinburgh with a promise that a little time away would do wonders for the other man. simon had his ear talked off about how london was just too big, and while edinburgh was a city. it would be a break from the intense metropolitan of london. if need be the two of them and you could go on a getaway to the countryside.

"this better be good, johnny."

"ah, don't worry! i promise, you'll have the time of your life!" johnny reached over and slapped his friend on the back, "plus, you have to meet my sister."

the flat that you shared with johnny was well kept. of course it was, your brother was out most of the year with an automatic deposit for rent and when he was home, it was so ingrained with the military that things were kept tidy. and you on the other hand enjoyed tidiness as well.

even if cleaning the place in his absence felt a bit much sometimes, you still at least picked up your socks off the floor, put the clean dishes in the cupboard and washed out the carafe of the coffee maker. but you had worked over time to make sure everything was perfect, not for your brother (he could clean himself), but rather the mysterious guest that he was bringing.

you didn't want his lieutenant to think you lived like animals!

when the knock on the front door came, you happily welcomed them. your gaze was captured away from your grinning brother and rather the larger man beside him. he wore a black medical face mark, but you could see the tiredness in his eyes. the mop of blond hair and a slight scar over his eyebrow.

"oh, kid, this simon. simon riley, my lt." johnny smiled, patting his fellow solider on the arm.

you shot him a glance, "i'm almost thirty, johnny. i'm far from a kid." you were a bite fiery, simon liked that.

johnny beamed back at you, "but you'll always be my little sister. gotten into trouble while i was gone?"

you let both men in and replied, "well except for yelling at those stupid kids from the secondary school about smoking in front of my window. nothing else really happened."

johnny dropped his bags on the hardwood floor and kicked off his boots. he put them correctly by the door before he stretched his arms over his head, "where's that guy you were seein'. teddy or somethin'?"

simon stood a little straighter. of course you had a boyfriend, look at you!

you waved your hand, "oh, he's long gone. i guess cousin nikki's words are true." you looked at your brother, "never date a man in finance. turns out he had more than one bonnie in his pocket."

johnny dropped his shoulders and remarked, "never liked the guy anyway. seemed a little uptight, would never survive a gathering of the mactavish's." he laughed.

simon felt odd in the space. seeing the siblings interacting. he thought of his own brother for a moment. instead he just followed suit and took off his heavy boots as well.

you looked at simon, "i hope it's okay that you take the couch. this place is only two bedrooms. the couch." you gestured to it, "does pull out so hopefully you'll have enough room. but, if you don't, tomorrow my lovely brother can give up his room."

"my room!" johnny replied loudly, "i've still got sand in my crack for the mission and you're givin' my room!"

you shot your brother a glance which johnny coward from. no words had to be said. johnny knew that it would be the right thing to do. after all, simon was his guest.

the afternoon went by slowly, and you and johnny moved through the small kitchen like a team. johnny was good at dicing and you were good at keeping an eye on the sauteeing vegetables.

"simon." you said which made simon look up from his spot at the small dining table. your eyes met and you pushed some hair out of your face, "two things. one, there should be a headband on the table it's soft and used for make-up. i need to get this hair out of my eyes. secondly, johnny never said that you had any dietary issues. is there anything i should avoid? i just sort of got our normal grocery order."

simon perked a little bit more, "oh i don't have any allergies or anything, ma'am." he gave a small nod, "i could eat anythin'."

you nodded, "okay, excellent!"

the blond found in endearing. it was almost hypnotic watching you put together the vegetables with the hearty pasta sauce. you worked a stove top like no other. the only problem was that your brother kept getting in the way of his sight of you.

been a while since a woman cooked him a meal.

simon got up quickly and gave you the headband. it was soft and pink colour with two sewn on cat ears made of the same material. you put it on and simon's heart skipped a beat. you were just so beautiful.

dinner of pasta, toasted buns and salad were served with a bottle of grocery store wine. the three of you drank, ate and chatted. you and johnny had most of the conversation while simon enjoyed listening.

he figured out that he could listen to you talk forever.

"well, i'm tired." johnny said as he rubbed his eyes. he finished the rest of his wine before he got up. he patted you on the top of the head, "i'll do the dishes in the mornin'. thanks for dinner, kid."

you rolled your eyes, pouring yourself another glass, "i'm not a kid."

johnny chuckled then looked to simon, "she'll get ya comfortable for the evenin'. i'll see ya tomorrow." before his tired steps headed towards the bedroom. soon the door closed and the sound of his body hitting the bed could be softly heard.

you leaned back in the kitchen chair, one leg draped over the other with your arms crossed. you admitted, "it must be hard to date. finding someone who understands your world."

simon stretched out a little more in his chair. he eyed the empty wine glass in front of him, "i try not to think about it so hard."

"i've heard stories about you. the terrifying ghost. there one moment, gone the next." you then reached across the table to drag a finger down the inside of simon's wrist, "i wonder if i had you in my bed tonight, if you'd be gone by morning."

your admission made simon's dark eyes grow a little wider. he said, "well, i have nowhere else to go."

you smiled a little, "must be lonely. i know it's lonely for me. to feel close to someone."

simon asked, "do you want to sleep with me miss mactavish?"

you chuckled lowly, as to not awake your brother in his room. you leaned back a little once more and gazed at him. you were definitely johnny's brother. the look in your eye said it all. you tilted your head a little to the side and asked, "is it that obvious, mister riley?"

the sound of wooden chairs against the floor as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. you took simon by his tattooed wrist and got him into your room. the door was shut a little louder than you hoped. you turned on the light and simon was already working the belt of his jeans.

you were quick to get your t-shirt off and you saw simon's hungry gaze on you as you became free of your clothes. his eyes raked the exposed skin and thought you looked like a dream.

"like what you see, simon?"

he nodded, "more beautiful than the photos, ma'am."

you covered your mouth while you giggled, "no need for the formalities. if my brother is underranked by you, then i'm sure as hell as a civilian."

simon got a hold of your waist, "you deserve a little more respect than your brother." then pulled you in for a soft kiss. even with his scars that you had seen over dinner. you thought he was beautiful.

it made you warm all over as you pulled the dark t-shirt on his shoulders. he helped you get out of it. and your hands pressed against his chest. you admired the scars, the tattoos, the overall beauty of him.

"i wish my brother had said his lt was hot prior. i would've tried to get with you sooner."

simon picked you up by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he brought you to the bed and sat you down. he then started to work at the button of your jeans. once they were off, he cupped the bulge in his pants.

you slipped out of your simple purple panties and the white bra you wore. you then laid out on your bed with your hands behind your head and you giggled softly.

simon was absolutely smitten by you. he had come to the conclusion that when they were talking about the beauties in scotland. they meant you. and only you. once you were both naked, he got onto the bed.

the bed was a bit smaller than he had hoped, but you two could fit into it thankfully. he was worried that his large, bulkier frame would inch you off of the mattress. but it was a lot easier when he got between your legs. his achy erection, bright red at the tip, begged for attention.

you swallowed a little, "i wonder if it'll fit."

"then you tell me if it does. got it? you mactavish's have a habit of not showing pain." simon gave you a pointed gaze.

you covered your face for a minute, "okay. talk about my brother ends here. i don't want to hear about him while you're balls deep inside of me."

simon chuckled lightly and leaned in for another kiss. he said softly, close to your lips, "if it's anything, love. you're much more a looker than he is."

you held onto his blond locks and pulled him in for a hot kiss. you made a small noise when he shifted your hips up against him. to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.

"simon."

he said softly, his voice still gravely, "beautiful, beautiful girl. i don't know what that last boyfriend of yours was thinkin'. why want another when he could have you. but, i guess that means more for me."

your cheeks grew hot and simon pressed his cock up against you wet slit. you felt your heartbeat race at the anticipation of what was to come. you tensed up at the feeling of his cock being pushed into it.

"i got ya, i got ya. you feel so good there, love."

you nodded, "it's been a while. sorry if i'm too.. tight."

simon loomed over you like a comforting shadow. he gazed down at you, but there was a softness to his tired eyes. you didn't realize how pretty his eyes were. a deep dark brown, that lured you in while in the soft lighting of your bedroom.

he started to move against you and you let out a small moan. the bed squeaked a little bit. thankfully the frame didn't hit the wall. you two had to be somewhat quiet. even if your brother could be heard snoring in the room next to yours.

the sex between you two was quick, but not rough. the idea of bruising such a beauty made simon feel disgusted. you were meant to be cherished. he wanted to know everything about you.

"you are quite handsome, simon."

"thank you, love." he said softly as he held onto your thighs and moved against you. even in missionary you looked beautiful. the slight bounce of your breasts in time with his movements. he wanted to kiss all your soft parts throughout his visit in your sweet home.

he could get used to a warm meal and a warm cunt to bury himself into every night. maybe johnny was right, staying with you was better than being in london.

maybe he could get used to scotland.

he knew he could fit easily into the chaos of the mactavish family. if he could handle johnny, then he could handle you. at least he could fuck one of you quiet.

you felt your heart hammering at the feeling of it all. your noises were so sweet that it made simon need to bury himself deeper inside of you. he needed to feel all you could offer.

call him a sick puppy, but his brain was now wired to need you. you were a hit of a feeling that simon was so painfully unfamiliar with that it almost scared him. but as he admired the sight of you under him.

those soft lips partially opened, your eyes closed. you looked like an angel, and he swore he found heaven.

"beautiful." he said softly, his rugged voice made you feel like honey. gooey and warm, filling.

you came with your hands in his shaggy blond hair. your back arched as you felt the heat through you. you moaned a little louder than you hoped for as he continued to thrust up into you.

panting breaths between heavy thrusts as you laid spread out on the bed, letting simon move quicken his pace to reach his climax. he could feel it on the tip of his tongue. and with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you. his cheeks flushed and his mouth hung open in a heavy pant.

"fuck, simon."

"beautiful." he said absently. not able to think of much else besides your beauty. you were the kind of woman that simon was into.

he pulled out of you and rested down beside you on bed. you chuckled softly, your head still a little full of post orgasmic bliss. you got the covers on top of you and cuddled him naked.

clothed would be a worry in the morning.

when morning came, simon tried to slink back to the couch before johnny woke up. but when he exited your room and entered the main living space. he found johnny sitting there at the kitchen table. he was leaned back into his seat. simon caught sight of the pistol on the worn wooden table.

"so, si." johnny said, looking away from his paper to look at his fellow solider, "what are yer intentions with my sister?"

it had been a very long time since simon felt the stone of dread in his stomach. he tried not to show it across his scarred face. simon could instantly recall every military statistic that johnny had. there could be a million and one ways that the scottish solider could kill simon. and it wasn't like simon could do anything, he couldn't kill your brother.

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of them. neither made a motion or noise. simon wondered what was to come next. no amount of training could've prepared him for this.

but johnny broke the silence with laughter, "i'm just messin' with ya! the gun's not even loaded. just wanted to scare ya." he leaned forward in his seat. he looked at simon, "i don't care how my sister sees, but i have to be a little bit intimidating, don't ya think so, si?"

simon chuckled nervously.

johnny's suddenly expression dropped and he put down his paper in favour of the unloaded pistol. he pointed the front of it to simon, one eye closed as if he was going to shoot the blond in front of him. he said, "but if you break her heart there, simon. i won't be so forgiving."

the doorway to your bedroom opened with a loud creak and your voice rang through the apartment the three of you were in, "I swear to god! john michael mactavish! you better not be intimidating him!"

-

"you're seriously crying?" you asked your brother as you watched him gently take a hold of your newborn. your brother was a military man for christ's sake. he was weeping like a baby.

simon loomed over his colleague, protective over his newborn. his stern brown gaze read simply, "don't fuck it up, soap." he was ready to jump in if johnny fucked it up.

you were resting back in the hospital room, you just had your child with simon. you two had been married for a little over three years. it became habit for simon to come with johnny post-missions. the drive up to the city and you waiting for them.

a hug for your brother, a kiss for your lover.

now you were watching your brother cry at the sight of his nephew. the chubby little boy bundled up in a blanket. unaware of his weepy uncle. you looked at him with a slightyl stunned expression.

you probably cried less when you finally pushed him out. you didn't want to tell him the news because you thought he was going to cry more. while your son's first name was oliver, his middle name was john. after the crying mactavish in the hospital room.

"he really takes after us." john remarked when his cries died down.

you chuckled, "he sure does, johnny. now hand him over before you drop him." <3

[librababe99]

ive had this idea stuck in my head for weeks. friends to lovers w Wade. I love your writing! would love to see you do something with this :DDD

Nikki, friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes! The fact you've are my first request for Wade has me sooo stoked too😊

I hope you enjoy this!!

Title: More Than Just Friends

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Wade Wilson, Female Reader, Set during the 2016 Deadpool Movie Summary: Wade is used to hiding his pain behind sarcasm, but after a brutal night of mercenary work, the one person who always patches him up--His best friend--makes him confront feelings he can no longer bury. WC: 1.0K

It was late, but that was typical for Wade. The nights when he didn’t come home covered in blood, bruises, or worse, were rare. His apartment was as much a sanctuary as it was a warzone. Every time he came back, it was always with a new wound, and every time, you were there. Not that you minded.

You sighed as you climbed the stairs to Wade’s dingy apartment, the bag of medical supplies in your hand. You’d been getting calls from Wade for a while now, ever since he’d been discharged from the Canadian Special Forces and started taking on freelance mercenary jobs. The two of you had been close before—best friends, even—but this work had brought him back into your life in a way you didn’t expect.

It started as a few nights of patching him up, laughing at his stupid jokes while you taped him back together, but it had become routine. A strange routine, but a routine nonetheless. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gone a week without seeing him, usually in some state of disrepair.

You knocked on his door, hearing a grunt from inside that signaled Wade’s familiar, albeit exhausted, voice.

“Door’s open,” he called, his voice rough, and you entered.

He was slouched on his old couch, blood smeared across his shirt, which was barely hanging on by a few threads. The sight of him in this state wasn’t new, but something about the way he wasn’t immediately making a joke unsettled you. His usual bravado, the sarcastic remarks, the teasing grin—none of it was there. Instead, he looked… worn down.

“Wade?” you called softly, setting your bag down on the coffee table. “What the hell happened to you this time?”

“Just another Tuesday,” he muttered, trying to crack a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You knelt in front of him, already assessing the damage. His knuckles were split open, bruises darkening around his ribs, and a cut on his cheek was still bleeding. You bit your lip, shaking your head as you grabbed a cloth and some antiseptic. He watched you in silence, his gaze following your every movement.

“This doesn’t look like a ‘just another Tuesday,’ Wade. You look like someone ran you over with a semi-truck.” You tried to keep the tone light, but his silence was unnerving.

He winced as you pressed the cloth to the cut on his cheek, and for a moment, you expected a snarky comeback. Something about how he’d gladly take a semi-truck if it meant seeing you in scrubs. But nothing came. He just closed his eyes, leaning into your touch slightly.

“Wade?” you said softly, pausing. “You okay?”

His eyes opened slowly, meeting yours. There was something there, something raw that you hadn’t seen before. It made your heart skip.

“I’m fine, just… rough night,” he finally said, though his voice lacked its usual strength.

You continued tending to his wounds, the silence between you growing heavier. Normally, Wade would have filled it with crude jokes or exaggerated stories of his fight, but tonight, it felt different. It was like the weight of his life—the mercenary work, the violence, the loneliness—was catching up to him, and for once, he wasn’t hiding it.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” you asked quietly, wrapping a bandage around his hand. You’d wanted to ask him this for a long time, but it never seemed like the right moment. Now, with him this vulnerable, it slipped out before you could stop it.

Wade blinked, his gaze shifting away from yours. “Someone’s gotta do the dirty work, right? Might as well be me.”

“But you don’t have to,” you insisted, your hands stilling on his. “You’re not alone in this, Wade. You don’t have to keep putting yourself through this hell.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. He just looked at you, his expression softer than you’d ever seen. His usual mask of sarcasm and humor had fallen, leaving the man underneath—the one who felt too much but never showed it.

“I’m good at it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And it’s all I’ve got.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “That’s not true. You have people who care about you. You have me.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavier than anything you’d said before. Wade’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze locking onto yours. You felt the tension rise, the room suddenly feeling much smaller.

“Do I?” he asked, and there was something vulnerable in the way he said it, like he genuinely didn’t believe it.

“Of course, you do, Wade,” you replied, your voice soft but firm. “I’ve been here, haven’t I? Every time you get hurt, every time you need someone. I’m always here.”

Wade swallowed hard, his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. Instead, he looked at you with something closer to fear—fear of what he might say next, of what it might mean.

“I’ve always joked around, you know,” he began, his voice shaky. “Flirting, teasing… but… you know I care about you, right?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t sure how to respond. Wade was always so flippant with his feelings, always hiding behind his humor. But now? Now he was serious.

“I know,” you whispered, feeling your heart pound in your chest. “But do you know?”

He looked at you, and for once, there was no joking, no sarcasm—just Wade, raw and real. “I’ve been scared, I guess. Scared that if I said something real, I’d screw it up. I’m good at screwing things up.”

Before you could respond, Wade did something you never expected—he leaned forward and kissed you. It wasn’t his usual playful, teasing kiss. It was soft, tentative, almost as if he was afraid you’d pull away.

But you didn’t. You kissed him back, your hands resting on his chest as you leaned into him. The kiss deepened, and all the tension, all the unspoken words, melted away.

When you finally pulled back, Wade rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. “That wasn’t a joke,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “I meant that.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling as you looked into his eyes. “I know, Wade. I meant it, too.”

For once, there were no jokes, no walls. Just the two of you—more than just friends.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 13: Leather

A/n: I don't know why I didn't expect people to want this one so bad but I couldn't think of anyone and was writing so I wrote for other days first, but it's here now!

Warnings: Smut, leather kink, dog walker, sub!Nikki dom!reader, ballgag, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

The smooth leather dragged under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you as you stood before him, looking down at him with a look of disappointment.

He'd finally gotten you to go to one of his shows, of course he had to dress you right; red leather skirt with slits down the sides tied with black leather lace, black leather thigh high heels one of his shirts, cropped just below your chest, barely covering you if you moved. He covered you in his leather jacket, giving you some decency in the pit.

He'd been trying to get you to go sooner but you were such a sweetheart, a goody two shoes. How you fell for him was a mystery to him and everyone else, but he was glad to have you, he'd just always wanted to see you express yourself in a more... rebellious way.

He'd watched you get dressed, seen you put on your makeup, it was definitely a turn on in and of itself; it was seeing you knock out a guy who'd gotten just a little too close while he was performing.

"You're seriously this fucking deranged, Nikki?" You asked, moving the dog walking stick over his cheek and giving him a pat. He nodded and chuckled lowly through the ballgag in his mouth, strapped just a little too tight around his head.

You'd since taken off the skirt and shirt, leaving just the boots and leather jacket. Nikki still wore his clothes from the show, all sweaty with a belt around his wrists, keeping them together behind his back.

A prominent tent had formed in his pants, you noticed it a few times as you looked him over.

You'd had sex before but it was always vanilla and, well, not this a all. But something snapped in you at that show when that guy breathed down your neck and there was no turning back now.

You took a step closer to him, holding your boot over him and stepping down on his bulge, not actually standing on him but just enough to make him squirm.

"Garbage piece of shit." You mumbled, adding more pressure and hearing him whine. You swatted him with the dog walker. "Shut up, pig."

Drool slipped past the corners of his mouth, down his chin and dripping down his neck like a dog.

You reached fore and undid the ballgag, taking it from his jaw and letting him relax it, moving it around until it felt right. You ran the dog walker down his neck and to your thigh. "Eat, mutt." He happily obliged, shifted closer to you and lapping at your folds, swirling his tongue around your swollen, needy clit.

Your legs were shaking, hands in his hair and holding him to your core as you felt a heat flowing over your body. Your voice echoed off the walls, moans filling the room.

Nikki kissed your cunt and thigh as he pulled away, you slapped him with the dog walker and pulled him back. "I didn't say I was done, asshole."

[unknownperson246]

a/n: i have a request current Nikki sixx and reader sex tape and breeding kink

Sex Drugs and Rock n Roll:

Words: 707

warnings: *smut* *sex tape* *p in v* *breeding kink* *mentions of drugs and mentions of cheating* *slight angst* *fluff* *praise kink*

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You were outside of the home you and Nikki shared. It didn't feel like home because Nikki was always out on tour. You knew he was busy but you always think about him and wonder if he misses you while he is gone from home or if he is just always focused on playing bass in front of millions of people. You always wondered if he was strong enough not to give in to the temptation of Sex Drugs and rock and roll. You wondered if Vince was rubbing off on Nikki by spending time with other women and cheating on their partner with the other women. Even when Nikki was home he barely paid attention to you. He was always concentrating on writing more songs with and for Mötley Crüe. You loved him a lot and sometimes you would have arguments over songwriting inside of the home. You always felt guilty because you felt you were in the wrong after each argument. One day Nikki came back from the studio shaky. You saw him slightly trembling with the bass in his hand. 

“Hey, you okay Nikki?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just the guys are always fucking shit up and they are doing drugs around me” Nikki put the bass down and he hugged you.

“I’m sorry for neglecting you and your needs babe” He whispered in your ear. 

He was self-aware of how he treated you. Today was the breaking point and he felt a deep need to apologize to you for treating you like shit for so long. You were finally happy that he acknowledged what he did. Finally, in months he made you feel important and needed. 

“You look like you need some help, Nikki,” you said smirking. You held his hand and led him to the bedroom.

“Let’s have some fun. You know we both deserve it after a stressful time” You whispered to Nikki. 

Nikki got hard as soon as you mentioned sex. He felt your touch. He felt your hands on his chest and hips. He felt your breath tickling his ear. 

“Lay down” Nikki commanded while taking his shirt off. 

Nikki pulled his home camera out and set it in the corner of the bedroom for a nice view of the both of you. 

“This is for when I’m not around and you miss me” Nikki chuckled.

Your clothes were already off and he started to place himself inside of you. He started to go in slowly. He soon thrusts his hard, heavy, and huge cock inside your warm and tight hole. 

“I’m going to fill your cunt up and I'm going to make you give me a baby” Nikki’s words sounded like roars in your ear.

“A baby?” You questioned in your head. Soon the idea turned you on and it wasn’t so bad. At least you would always have a part of Nikki with you. 

“Give me a baby” Nikki moaned as he thrusted inside of you.

“I will once you fill me up” Your hands clutched his muscular shoulders. 

You felt yourself slipping into different worlds. Your orgasm made you so fucking out of it. It felt like you were high just by having him inside of you and talking about impregnating you with his baby. You heard his heavy moans and groans. His huge cock quivered for your attention 24/7.

“Such a good girl keeping me inside of you” Nikki groaned as he kept thrusting. 

He looked back at the camera winking. You moaned so loud when you felt his wet load released inside of you. You felt his warm come coat the sides of your wet folds. You wanted him so badly and you finally got him plus a new addition to the family. Nikki took himself out of you. 

“Thank you for letting me knock you up” He smirked looking at you. He looked back at the camera. 

“I’m going to convert this into 2 tapes that way we both have a copy,” Nikki said to you while giving you a small kiss on the lips. 

Later that day Nikki handed you a tape labeled “hot and steamy home video”. It was written sloppily with a black marker by Nikki. 

[feminist-space]

"State police are showing up at Florida voters’ homes to question them about signing a petition to get an abortion rights amendment on the ballot in November, and a state health care agency has launched a website targeting the ballot initiative with politically charged language.

Critics say they’re the latest efforts by Florida’s Republican elected officials to leverage state resources to try to block the abortion rights measure, moves which some Democratic officials argue could violate state laws against voter intimidation.

“Ron (DeSantis) has repeatedly used state power to interfere with a citizen-led process to get reproductive freedom on the ballot,” Florida Democratic Party Chair Nikki Fried told reporters on Monday. “This is their latest desperate attempt before Election Day.”

The ballot initiative known as Amendment 4 would enshrine abortion rights in Florida law. If approved by 60% of voters, the procedure would remain legal until the fetus is viable, as determined by the patient’s health care provider.

Isaac Menasche, one of nearly a million people who signed the petition to get the measure on the ballot, said a law enforcement officer knocked on his door last week in Lee County in southwest Florida to ask him about signing it.

The officer said the questioning was part of an investigation into alleged petition fraud, the Tampa Bay Times reported.

“I’m not a person who is going out there protesting for abortion,” Menasche told the newspaper. “I just felt strongly, and I took the opportunity when the person asked me to say, ‘Yeah, I’ll sign that petition.’”

Critics say the investigation is a brazen attempt to intimidate voters in the country’s third-largest state from protecting access to abortion — and the latest in a series of efforts by the governor’s administration to target Amendment 4.

“Amendment 4 was placed on the ballot by nearly one million Floridians around the state and across party lines who believe that people, not politicians, deserve the freedom to make their own health care decisions,” Lauren Brenzel, the director of the Yes on 4 campaign, said in an email. “But the State will stop at nothing to keep in place their near-total abortion ban.”

Florida law currently bans most abortions after six weeks of pregnancy, before many women even know they are pregnant."

Read the rest of the article here:

https://www.pennlive.com/nation-world/2024/09/police-knocking-on-doors-questioning-fla-voters-about-signing-abortion-rights-ballot-petition.html

[leclerc-s]

the blue - part four

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i think i like him...

congratulations, you're officially the last person to know

HOW COULD ANY OF YOU KNOW WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MYSELF??

the way you look at him but don't worry he likes you too

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

easy, the way he looks at you

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN THOMAS??

well, you look at him like he hung the moon and he looks at you like you're the only person in the room who matters to him.

ASK HIM OUT!!!

no! and risk our friendship? no fucking way

it worked out for me didn't it?

yeah, but it's different.

how is it different amelia?

i don't know it just is.

god you're a fucking idiot. no wonder we're related.

okay rude

i'm being an idiot.

do you want to go on a date?

fuck i like you do you like me?

am i fucking 5?

OH SHIT!

FUCK!

I'M SORRY THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU!

so you meant to send it to someone else?

NO! FUCK!

amelia, it's okay. i get it if you meant to send it to someone else. it's fine.

jesus fuck how can i write songs but not get through this one fucking thing?

okay, fuck it. i can do this.

do you want to get lunch with me?

i mean we already have plans for tomorrow, so yes amelia, i do.

NO YOU IDIOT!

okay, that was uncalled for.

ME. YOU. DATE?

oh.

forget i said anything. it's okay. i get it. i hope we can still be friends.

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14:04

amelia screamed into the nearest pillow scaring her little brother. she had hoped that oscar had gotten busy and wasn't just ignoring her, she didn't want to ruin her friendship with him, not over some stupid feelings.

"mum! she's doing it again!" paddy shouted. nikki holland walked into the room watching as her daughter continued to scream into a pillow. nikki shooed her youngest son out of the room, which he did without protesting. he did not want to watch his sister cry knowing there was nothing he could do. last time she had sobbed for 45 minutes when they were alone without telling anyone what it was about. to this day paddy suspects it was harrison’s fault, it always seemed to be these days.

nikki sat next to her daughter waiting for her to stop her screaming. when amelia's head popped out from inside the pillow, she smiled at her mom. nikki knew her, she knew it wasn't a genuine smile, something was upsetting her.

"what's wrong?" nikki questioned her daughter. amelia smiled, "i’m fine mum."

"no, you aren't. talk to me, is this about harrison?"

amelia groaned, "did everyone know about that?"

nikki nodded, "we did honey. now what's wrong?"

"am i unlovable? is there something about me that people don't love?"

"what?" nikki questioned, "no, you aren't. you're the most loveable person i know, and i'm not just saying that because i'm your mother. what makes you think that?"

"i asked oscar out on a date. he only said oh. i thought he liked me, tom said he did."

nikki pulled her daughter in for a hug, the girl placing her head on her mum's chest listening to her heartbeat, "i'm sure you caught him off-guard. let him get back to you, don't assume the worst."

amelia opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a knock at the door. she exchanged looks with her mum before standing up and going towards the front door. she gasped in surprise when she noticed who was at her front door.

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLIER

i need a favor

what happened to hello tom? how are you tom? how's your day going tom?

hi tom, how's your day? how are you? i need a favor.

i'm great oscar, thanks for asking. what favor do you need?

i need your address

excuse me?

well amelia's address

can i ask why?

i fucked up. amelia asked me out on a date and all i said oh. i have to fix this.

and you plan on fixing this how?

by taking her out on a date? and apologizing profusely for fucking up.

at least you're apologizing. i'm still waiting for harrison to apologize to amelia.

don't fuck this up piastri and my sister is staying with my parents right now. she didn't want go home to her empty apartment yet.

i won't, now what's her favorite flower?

tulips, she loves tulips

take care of her oscar

i promise

NOW

amelia gasped in surprise at who was at her front door. oscar smiled at her, holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand. he looked a bit relieved that she had been the one to answer the door. oscar has silently prayed her parents or brother hadn’t been the one to open the door, that would’ve been awkward.

"hi," he greeted, "i was busy so i didn't answer your text. does the offer still stand?"

"of course," she whispered. oscar held the flowers out to her, "these are for you."

amelia grabbed them, "tulips are my favorite, who told you?"

"a little spider," oscar joked. amelia laughed, and oscar felt his heart skip a beat, "so about that date?"

"now?" amelia questioned, "i'm not dressed properly."

oscar took in her appearance, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. a simple outfit and yet she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, "i think you look beautiful."

amelia blushed, "i have to go put these in water," she told him. oscar nodded, "i'll wait here."

paddy appeared behind his sister, "i'll do it. go. get out of the house for once."

amelia jumped, "when did you get here?"

"i saw a cool car in our driveway, i had to know who it was," paddy explained, "hi oscar. what kind of car is that?”

"hello," oscar greeted, “it’s a mclaren.”

"of course it is,” paddy joked, “i want her back home before midnight," paddy threatened, switching his demeanor from the kind boy he had been moments ago.

"paddy!" amelia scolded. paddy and oscar laughed, "this isn't funny."

"it kind of is," oscar said, "she'll be back before midnight mr. holland."

paddy sweetly smiled, "she comes back in tears or anything less than happy and we will hunt you down. understood?"

"yes sir."

"good," paddy said, handing her a jacket and pushing his sister out of their home, "have fun but not too much fun!"

"paddy!"

the boy giggled maniacally before oscar held a hand out for amelia to take. she took his hand, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at the cause of that simple action. paddy closed the front door as the two began walking towards his car. he shared a knowing look with his mother and he made his back to his room, she fondly rolled her eyes at her youngest.

amelia quickly realized oscar piastri was nothing if not a gentleman. he had opened the car door for her, shutting it behind her before rounding the car and sitting in the driver's seat. he gave her a bright smile before leaving her family’s driveway. the two talked for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes as oscar parked his car in front of a coffee shop. amelia gasped, it was her favorite shop in her hometown, she turned to look at oscar and he just gave her a bright smile.

"you're brother helped out more than i would like to admit," oscar softly said, "but this was the best i could do on such a short notice, you kinda caught me off guard."

amelia smiled at him, before leaning over the console of his car and hugging him, "it was better than my idea."

oscar pulled away from her, ignoring the closeness of their faces, "what was your idea?"

"attempt to cook lunch for us, fail, and order food," she joked.

oscar laughed at her joke and amelia smiled again, at least someone in her life liked her jokes. her brothers didn't understand her jokes half the time, except for paddy, he always got them. her parents didn't understand them at all and her friends always told her not to underestimate her skills. the truth was amelia was a shite cook, there was no denying that, she was a great baker but cooking was a no go.

oscar gave her a final look before getting out of the car, rushed to her side and opened her door, holding a hand out to her, "shall we?"

amelia laughed, "we shall," she said as she intertwined their hands, oscar gave her another smile before leading her inside the coffee shop.

ameliaholland 'in a world of boys, he's a gentleman'

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landonorris AMELIA? WHAT IS THIS?

↳ ameliaholland it's an instagram post lando. duh.

↳ landonorris I FUCKING KNOW THAT! WHO IS THAT??

↳ ameliaholland that's a secret i'll never tell.

samholland1996 AMELIA? WHAT THE HELL?

↳ ameliaholland isn't it such a cute post?

↳ samholland1996 NO! WHO IS THAT??

↳ ameliaholland please refer to my earlier comment.

harryholland64 AMELIA GRACE HOLLAND!!!

↳ ameliaholland yes??

↳ harryholland64 ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!!

↳ ameliaholland can't i'm on a date 🤭

username AMELIA GRACE HOLLAND SOFT LAUNCHING WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD!

oscarpiastri oh?

↳ ameliaholland oh?

↳ username WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???? WHAT DOES PASTRY BOY KNOW??

hazosterfield oh.

↳ username the difference between their comments is hilarious to me

username where are the overbearing and overprotective comments from paddy and tom?

↳ username those two probably knew.

danielricciardo AMELIA?? HUH?

↳ ameliaholland cute post right?

↳ danielricciardo i've joined the list of your brothers, i don't know who he is but i'll break his face if he hurts you like you-know-who

zendaya i'm sorry? why wasn't i told about this??

↳ ameliaholland i'm sorry z! it just happened! i'll text you the details later!

↳ zendaya i'm holding you accountable to that!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! they're my babies who just had their first date. they are not dating, not yet. the hard launch is when they start officially dating, i'm working up to that. i also clearly don't know how time works so ignore that plot hole, i'll probably fix that later.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[itsgaga]

I Just Need You

Request: Hey I love your writing! Would you be able to write about Nikki desperately trying to get you back after you two split like he's broken without her. Thanks doll

a/n: 75% of the requests I have gotten are about something with Nikki sooooooooooo...

The last few weeks have been rough—the endless crying and the thoughts that have been running through your mind. The memories that keep replaying that force you to feel the heartache, the calls that keep coming in of people asking you how you're doing. You don't know when it will stop; you don't know when the pain will go away. When will they stop calling you just to strictly ask you questions about it? You know that everyone who is checking on you just wants to make sure you're okay, but how can they not see that all they're doing is reminding you of what you're trying to forget? But the worst of it all is that Nikki himself won't leave you alone. 

It's been two weeks since your heart was shattered. Nikki was spotted and photographed holding a girl while he was away promoting the band's newest release. The picture was plastered on the cover of most magazine covers and was even talked about on TV. Nikki had called you almost immediately after the picture was released, giving you excuse after excuse. You had broken up with him, and it's been endless voicemails from him since then.

You're sitting on your couch watching a movie snuggled up under a blanket, trying your best to distract yourself from your feelings when your house phone begins to ring. You've grown used to hearing the ringing go off over and over again, and you've come to just ignore it.

"Leave a message after the beep," the phone announces, again for what feels like the millionth time.

"Hi Y/N," it was Nikki. "Listen, I've called over and over again, and you've made it obvious that you don't want to talk to me; there's nothing left for me to say at this point. Besides, I sincerely apologize; really, from the bottom of my heart, I am so sorry. Please, if you can find the time to, please just call me back. I love you, Y/N," the voicemail ended.

You couldn't believe what you had heard this time; the words truly were almost exactly the same as every other voicemail he's left you, but this time you heard his voice break, as if he were about to cry. 

Here it was again—the ache. You felt the tears begin to fill your eyes and something heavy form in your throat. Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths and let the sadness put you to sleep. 

Days have passed, and you were basically doing the same as you have been for the last two weeks, sitting on the couch, rotting away in your thoughts and sadness. There was a knock on the door; at first you tried to ignore it, but the knocks continued. You groan as you get up from your spot, annoyed. 

Opening the door, you find an unknown man. "Are you Y/N?" he asked, holding something in his hand. "Yep," you said, keeping it short. The man looks at you emotionless. "This is for you," he hands you a white envelope, and before another word could be spoken, he turned around and walked back to his blacked-out car sitting in the street in front of your house. You close the door and start to head back to your couch while flipping the envelope around and seeing your name written on the back of it. You recognize the handwriting.

Sighing, you sit back down and open the envelope.

"Dear Y/N,

We haven't talked since you've left me; if I'm being honest with you, I've been a complete wreck since then. I love you, baby, I really do. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I know this happening only shows you the opposite, but you just have to believe me. I don't know what to do without you. Just to show you how sorry I am and how much I love you, I am begging you to please turn on MTV around 6 tonight. I love you, Y/N.

Love, Nikki

You set the letter down and looked at the clock, 6:06. You grabbed your remote and quickly flipped through channels until MTV was on the screen; there you see Nikki sitting there looking into the camera. 

"Nikki, you were photographed with a woman who wasn't your girlfriend." The man sitting there across from Nikki says while looking down at him. Nikki interrupts the man,

"Listen, this is what I am going to say. I made probably the biggest mistake of my life. I like to put on this act where nothing is a big deal and I have no care in the world, well, because I'm a rockstar and that's what they do. But when I tell you, I just lost the love of my life over someone and something that was just so stupid and pointless, and I have been doing nothing but beating myself up over it the last two weeks." Nikki pauses; he looks down and looks back up straight into the camera.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry and I love you." Nikki's head drops back down; he looks sad and defeated. The interviewer clears his throat and looks at Nikki with sympathy. "Is that all you want to say to her?"

Nikki's head is now glued to the ground. "I don't know if you will ever forgive me; I don't really know how you could. I know I will never forgive myself for this, but I just need you."

"I just need you."

[southerntigress]

you know that video of Nikki sixx from a long time ago when he says to the audience

You wanna see who has the bigger dick

You know where the tour bus is

Can write a smut story inspired by that ?

Sorry this took so long but here it is FINALLY

Tour Bus Shenanigans

I woke up to my phone going off like I roll my eyes, sigh, reach over to delcine the call and roll back over to go back to sleep. I'm drained and don't wanna be bothered yet.

It goes off again I cover my head up to try and block it out, finally it stops and I dose back off.

I was sleeping so good til my best friend busts through my bedroom door almost knocking it off the hinges and pounces on top off me

"Wake the fuck up bitch" she says as she bounces up and down on me

I open one eye and look at her "if you don't get your ass off of me I'm gonna throat punch you" I threaten

She only giggles and continues to bounce on me I've had enough so I roll over and this causes her to go flying off of me and land in the floor.

I sit up and look over the edge of the bed at her in the floor and start laughing as she glares at me

"Fucking Bitch" she says

"Serves you right. Shouldn't come barging in my house and proceed to bounce on me like some mad woman while I'm sleeping" I say

She flips me off as she gets up

" I was concerned you didn't answer your phone" she says as she sits on my bed

" that's cause SOMEONE kept me out til 4 in the morning last night" I sass

She rolled her eyes at me

"Bitch it's your birthday of course I did" she smiles

"My birthday was a week ago" I say

"Well I guess you don't want your gift then" she smirks

"Depends on what it is" i shrugs

She pulls out a envelope and hands it to me. I open it and squeal

"Are you for real?" I say

"Hell yeah" she says

"2 front row tickets for Motley Crue's show tonight" she adds with a smile

"You're the best" I say hugging her

"I know now let's get dressed and leave" she said

We get at the venue and it was packed with ppl running around everywhere. We get a drink and a snack and make our way to our spots.

After a little while the lights dim and the boys come on absolutely rocking the stage. I've been to many crue shows and each one is better they have so much energy and stage presences it's crazy.

After they play  Girls Girls Girls Nikki walks to the mic and addresses the crowd, they're a little bit more wilder tonight

" you wanna see who has the bigger dick? You know where the tour bus is right?" He randomly says as he looks out in the crowd

His eyes land on me for a minute and he smirks at me then walks off stage

The night went on and it was hot, sweaty and damn good time, as we was leaving we walked by the tour buses

I look at my friend and she looks back at me with the same look

"We should go over and take Nikki up on his offer" I say

"You go ahead I'm gonna head home I'm tired" she says

"I'm not doing it by myself" I say

"Yes you are, think of it as a birthday gift from yourself" she says and walks off leaving me there

I hesitate for a minute then deicide what the hell?  I go to the bus and knock, the door opens with a shirtless Nikki standing in the door I look him up and down

He smirks "may I help you?"

"I don't know you might can" I say as I lean on the frame of the door

He looks intrigued as he nods his head at me to go on "You see I have this little problem I need some help with" I say as I look at him through my lashes

"Yeah, what's that?" He says

"Well you see I was in the front row and I got all wet from the water you spit out" I say

"Well that's unfortunate" he says " I don't think I can help you with that" he teases

"Hmm, then maybe you can help with something else" I say as I play with the end of my hair

He raises his eyebrow at me and I continue

" Well you see it's my birthday and I heard you say if we wanted to see who had the bigger dick that we knew where the tour bus was-"

"Ahh so you came to call my bluff huh" he smirks

I nod my head " it would make a great birthday gift" I smile

Nikki laughs as he grabs my arm and pulls me into the bus

"Hey guys look what I got" he says as he takes me to the lounge area

The others turn their heads towards us

" she's hot sixx, where did you find her?" Tommy asks

"Can we keep her?" He adds

Nikki shakes his head" that's just it she found us and she's not a pet tbone ee can't keep her" Nikki says

Vince looks at him with confused looked

"Damn shame she would make a great pet" Tommy says and pats me on the head

I swat at his hand

"Fuck off tommy" I say as they laugh

"Anyways, She came to take me up on my offer about seeing who has the bigger dick" Nikki says

Tommy and Vince chuckle and look at me

" is that so?" Vince asks

"Yes" I say

"Not only that but it's her birthday" Nikki says with a grin

"Spoiler alert I have the biggest dick" Tommy says

"You mean you are the biggest dick" Vince says

"Fuck you Neil" Tommy says

"Alright assholes enough!" Nikki says

"Let's show her what she wants then" Vince says

"Oh we will but on one condition" Nikki says

"What's that?" I asked

" Afterwards you have to fuck us" Nikki says

" deal but one on one and I get to choose who takes my pussy, my ass and who gets gets to eat" I say

"You're on" they agree

So they line up and pull their pants down one by one and I walk infront of each one getting a good look at them

"Very nice boys" i say

"Vince you get my ass, Tommy you get to eat me out and Nikki you get to fuck my pussy" I smirk at them

"Aww why do they get to fuck you and all I get is to eat you" Tommy whined

"Cause I'm pretty sure if you fucked my pussy or ass you would break me and I would die" I giggle

"You ain't wrong" Nikki says laughing

"Fuck yeah! Told you I was the biggest" he cheered

"Yeah, yeah let's get this started" I say

Hands down the best night and birthday ever in the history of ever.

[metmotleysgirl127]

OBSESSED

Nikki ran me to his dressing room. He opened the door and let me in. Once he shut the door he turned to me, slamming his lips into mine. “We got 20 minutes until the show sweetheart. Think you can cum for me beforehand.”, he asked, taking my shirt off. “Question is. Do you think you can make me cum in 20 minutes”, I asked, unbuckling his belt. “Oh absolutely.”, he says, dropping to his knees. He lifted my leg onto his shoulder and ripped my underwear off. He attacked my pussy, making me grab onto his hair. “Fuck!”, I moaned. I laid my head back moaning loudly. He took a breather, shoving his fingers into my pussy. His speed was fast. It hurt but In a good way. He put my leg down and pulled his fingers out. “Get on all fours baby”, he says. Nikki sixx was going to fuck me on the floor. I got in position and he pushed my skirt up. He gently pushed into me, making me gasp. “Fuck, so tight”, he says, gripping my hips. His thrusts were slow and sharp. My mouth dropped and I hung my head. He pulled me by the back of my head and gave me a rough kiss. “Are you ready for this dick baby”, he asked. I nodded. He let my head go and started ramming fast into me. “Oh my god! NIKKI”, I screamed. He grunted, grabbing onto my tit, squeezing it. I held his hand there and moaned loudly. “Yo nikki it’s Tom! Are you ready man?”, Tom says, knocking on the door. “Hey fuck off”, he yells, gripping onto my hair. “O-okay, 15 minutes”, Tom says. “I said fuck off man”, nikki grunts, pulling out. He flips me over and sets me in his lap. “Sorry about him doll”, he says, lowering me down on his length. I gasped, gripping onto his shoulder. I started bouncing on his cock and he threw his head back. “You're so good to me”, I moaned, scratching down his back. I pulled him into a kiss. I felt him twitch inside me, making my mouth drop. He moved my hips faster, shoving his tongue into my mouth. “Fuck”, he groaned. I whined into the kiss. Our tongues were twisting around each other. Our saliva was all over each other's faces. “Hey Nikki, it’s Vince. Bro you gotta get out here”, he says, knocking on the door. “I’m gonna cum”, I say. “Cum, let him know we’re busy”, nikki says. I screamed, cumming all over his cock and his thighs, my nails scratched down his back, making him cum. He pulled our body’s closer together as he squeezed me. I kissed him through our orgasims. We sat there, catching our breaths. “That was the best sex I’ve had in a while”, he says, kissing my neck. I nodded in response. I laid my head on his shoulder and he hugged me. “Round 2”, I mumbled. “I gotta get out there. You should watch me from the side lines. Well have fun after the show”, he says. “You actually want to fuck again”, I asked. “ I was thinking we would make love”, he says, pushing my hair back. “But we just met”, I giggled. “And I’m already obsessed with you”

……..

Hey y’all, just thought I would try this out. I don’t expect anything. But please no hate. I rushed lol

[6sixx6sexual6]

Hi I was wondering if you make GNR fics and if you do can you pls make one of Izzy being mean to his girl or something and if you don’t write gnr fics can you do Vince or Nikki being mean to his girl thank you!!

HII I DONT WRITE FOR GNR BUT MAYBE IF I FEEL LIKE GETTING DISGUSTINGLY EDUCATED ON THEM THEN MAYBE. ALSO I THINK YOU MEAN LIKE NIKKI OR SOMETHING BEING MEAN TO HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND AND NOT IZZYS? IM PRETTY SURE

word count: 678

warnings: manipulation, drugs, alcohol, nikki being an ass

ok so just to start things off I don't really know whats going on with like mick and something about nikki sueing him or something and it kinda sucks. but if Nikki would do that to his “brother” now then imagine what Nikki would do to his girlfriend back then.

don't get me wrong, he loves you to death and he shows it, but there's a lot of reasons as to why he would be so toxic or mean.(drugs, alcohol, pressure, and i'm sure in a relationship like this the lack of love he got as a child would probably come into play.)

He does love you though. Sometimes he can just be an asshole. but not so much physically if he's being mean just to be mean but more emotionally if that makes sense.

There can be a number of reasons why Nikki could be mean to you. It could be from drug-induced behavior, especially if he's feeling aggressive or paranoid from being high.

It could also be if he's feeling insecure or threatened in some way, and his default response is to become defensive and lash out. Another possibility is that he's simply being a dick, and he's not thinking deeply about his behavior, but rather just reacting negatively.

he would probably be really passive-aggressive like the silent treatment or just act cold and ignore you. He would also make mean comments, either outright or in a snide or sarcastic way and harsh with his words and demeanor, saying hurtful things to you in order to hurt you and make you feel bad about yourself.

He's the type to go for sensitive points and use them as a weapon, knowing that it'll hurt you even if the criticism may be accurate or true, but if you do it to him hes shutting it down immediately, like getting in your face telling you to shut up or knock it off.

now if you were like in front of people like the band or something, he wouldn't wanna embarrass you or him, and he doesn't wanna hear shit from the guys or get looks from people if he were mean to you, so the most he would do in public is like get real close to you and tell you to leave him alone then walk away.

but if he were just mad or being a dick he'd still act like a boyfriend I guess, but wouldn't talk much. but while he's in this pissy mood he wouldn't try and solve it or apologize.

maybe he would after he got something good out of it but most likely not. maybe he'd disappear for a while then come back with his stupid smile like nothing really happened.

I'm telling you this man is a manipulator and gaslighter! there's no way he's not.

Nikki can manipulate in several ways. He might use emotional manipulation to play on your feelings and make you doubt yourself or your own thoughts and opinions.

He could use intellectual manipulation, where he uses reason and logic to get you to agree with him. He could gaslight you, where he alters reality and convinces you that your own memory of an event is wrong. He could even use guilt or fear to get you to do what he wants.

Overall, he uses his intelligence, charisma, and your feelings towards him to manipulate you to get what he wants.

If Nikki ended up making you cry, he would probably feel guilty and try to make amends after he came down from his aggressive or mean behavior.

He might apologize and try to make things better between you two, it depends on how far he took things, but he would likely feel regretful for making you cry and wouldn't want to see you upset. he'd probably say things like “I didnt mean it like that” in a slight pissy tone but hugging you at the same time.

but he doesn't ever really wanna make you cry. it doesn't bring him pleasure and he always ends up feeling guilty.

[librababe99]

hey veronica :))

i was wondering if you'd want to do a follow up for the friends to lovers fic. maybe something a little smutty? in my head it's just slow and sweet and she's reassuring Wade that yes she really does want him and he's just who me ??? whAt?

totally fine if this doesn't pique your interest though!

Hey Nikki !! This TOTALLY piques my interest---Wade is definitely one those guys who needs to be reminded how wanted and loved he is 🤭

I hope this second part does it justice!

More Than Just Friends: Part Two

Tags: MDNI, 18+ONLY, Wade Wilson, Female Reader, First Dates, Implied Smut, Set during the 2016 Deadpool Movie

Summary: Wade and Reader finally explore the depths of their newfound relationship....

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| More Than Just Friends: Part One |

After that night in Wade's apartment, something had shifted between the two of you. Everything was the same, yet completely different. The easy banter still flowed, the teasing grins and flirtatious remarks, but there was an undercurrent of something new—a closeness, an intimacy that hadn’t been there before. It was as if you had stepped into a new world with Wade, one where feelings were laid bare instead of hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and jokes.

Tonight was your first, official date. 

You stood outside Wade’s apartment, feeling the familiar flutter of nerves as you knocked. The door creaked open, revealing Wade in his typical “trying but not trying” attire—black jeans, a snug shirt, and his favorite leather jacket slung over his shoulder. His eyes swept over you, and for a moment, he looked genuinely taken aback.

“You clean up nice, hot stuff,” he said with a grin, but there was a warmth in his voice that made your heart skip.

“Not so bad yourself,” you teased, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

The plan was simple—dinner at one of Wade’s favorite low-key spots and then… Well, you didn’t know what would happen after, but the idea of it made your stomach flip. Being Wade, he insisted on not doing anything too fancy. “Who wants to be stuck in a stuffy restaurant when you could get some killer tacos and people-watch the weirdos of New York?” he’d said, and honestly, that sounded perfect.

Dinner was easy, comfortable, the two of you falling into the familiar rhythm of conversation. Wade made you laugh the entire night, spinning stories about his latest jobs, exaggerated just enough to be ridiculous. The whole time, though, there was an edge to him, a certain awareness in the way he looked at you. His eyes lingered longer, his touches were softer, more intentional.

You found yourself watching him, too—how his smile crinkled his eyes, how his voice softened when he leaned in close. You’d always been drawn to Wade, but now there was a sense of longing mixed in with the affection, something that made your heart race whenever your knees brushed under the table or when he caught your gaze and held it for a second too long.

By the time you left the taco joint, the city was alive with lights and sounds, and Wade took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The two of you walked through the streets, your pace leisurely as you talked about everything and nothing.

“You know,” Wade said, glancing sideways at you, “this was nice. Like, not that I hate being covered in blood and guts every time we hang out, but this? This was nice.”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, I could get used to this.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, but beneath it was that same tension—the unspoken promise of what the night might hold.

Eventually, you found yourselves back at Wade’s apartment. The moment you stepped inside, something shifted. It wasn’t awkward, but there was a weight to the air, a charged anticipation. Wade shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch before turning to you with a look that made your breath catch.

“So… do we end this night with a classic movie? Something with lots of explosions and bad one-liners? Or do we…” His voice trailed off, and for once, there wasn’t a sarcastic edge to it. He was giving you an out, a chance to keep things light.

But you didn’t want light. Not tonight.

You stepped closer to him, your fingers brushing his arm as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Or do we what?” you asked softly, though you knew exactly where this was going.

Wade swallowed hard, his usual bravado flickering. “Or… we end it like this.”

He closed the space between you in a heartbeat, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that was both hungry and tender. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. It was the kind of kiss that made your head spin, that made everything else in the world disappear.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathing heavily, Wade rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you as if afraid you might pull away.

“You sure you want this?” he asked quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m… not exactly the easiest guy to be with.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the rough skin where his stubble had started to grow in. “Wade, I’ve wanted this for a long time. I know what I’m getting into.”

He closed his eyes, exhaling a shaky breath. “I just… I don’t want to screw this up.”

You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before looking into his eyes. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

The vulnerability in his gaze made your heart ache. Wade had always been the guy who covered everything with a joke, the man who never let anyone too close. But now, here he was—completely open, trusting you with the parts of him he’d never shown anyone else.

You guided him toward the bed, the two of you moving slowly, every step filled with intent. Wade’s hands slid up your back, fingers trembling slightly as they traced over the curves of your body. His usual confidence was still there, but it was gentler, more tentative.

When you reached the edge of the bed, you gently pushed him down, straddling his lap as you kissed him again. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate. Your hands tangled in his hair as his lips moved against yours, and the feeling of him beneath you, warm and solid, made a wave of heat pool in your stomach.

Wade’s hands rested on your hips, squeezing gently as he pulled you closer, and when you broke the kiss to look at him, his eyes were darker, filled with something deeper than lust—something like adoration.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he whispered, his voice thick.

You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw. “So are you.”

You could feel his breath hitch as your lips brushed over his skin, his grip on you tightening as you began to slowly unbutton his shirt. There was a quiet intimacy in the moment, something that made everything feel right, like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

When his shirt fell open, exposing the hard planes of his chest, you trailed kisses down his neck, savoring the way his body tensed beneath your touch. Wade was usually the one in control, always one step ahead with his quick wit and faster hands, but now, he was letting you take the lead, letting you guide this moment.

“I want you,” you whispered against his skin, and you felt him shudder beneath you.

Wade’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto yours. There was something vulnerable in the way he looked at you, something raw and unguarded. “Are you sure?”

You smiled softly, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

For the first time, Wade didn’t crack a joke, didn’t try to deflect with humor. Instead, he kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every second. His hands moved over your body, reverent and gentle, and when he whispered your name against your lips, it felt like a promise.

The night unfolded between you, slow and unhurried, each touch filled with meaning, each kiss a reminder that this was more than just a fling. Your bodies moved together with an unspoken understanding, a gentle rhythm that mirrored the years of friendship, trust, and quiet longing that had always simmered beneath the surface. There was no urgency, no need to prove anything—just the overwhelming intimacy of being close, of knowing that this moment wasn’t just about passion, but connection. You could feel it in the way Wade held you, his touch tender and almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of breaking the spell.

When you finally collapsed together, bodies entwined beneath the sheets, Wade pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapped around you as if he was afraid to let go.

“You still here?” he whispered, his voice hoarse, but there was a smile in it.

You nodded, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Still here.”

And in that moment, you knew you always would be.

[unknownperson246]

okayokayokay if you do angst i have a really juicy angst idea

imagine 90s or 2000s Nikki Sixx x reader where Nikki finds out reader has a drug or alcohol issue

Heyyy sorry its late but I hope you enjoy it (disclaimer: I am not trying to romanticize drugs or alcohol in any way people go through so much stuff with it and its very dangerous it’s not romantic it’s hell). I might also make a part two if anyone wants one

Why Didn’t You Tell Me?

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warnings: *angst* *mentions of drugs* *mentions of alcohol* *rehab* *usage of drugs* *pregnancy*

You have a heavy addiction to alcohol and drugs and you can’t help but use them to comfort you in all your moments. You are afraid if Nikki finds out he will not want to be around you and he will break up with you. One morning Nikki is looking around all your hiding spaces like under your bed and behind the vanity because of this one used syringe you forgot to throw away and he finds half-empty bottles of Vodka he also finds used syringes that you forgot to dispose of. You see him rummaging through your things as you wake up and he looks at you with a concerned look.

“Babe why? Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you.” Nikki sounds very upset and disappointed with you.

“Look babe I've been through this before I'm taking you to rehab,” He says gently as he walks over to you as you lay on the bed. 

“No I'm not going Nikki I need more” you cry out.

“No, you don't You've had enough I'm only trying to help you, babe,” he says softly

You get up in your silky red nightgown and run to the places where you hide your drugs and grab small bags filled with white powder. You crush it up and put the coke in a line and you snort it. 

Nikki watches and begs for you not to do this to yourself. He knocks on the door so many times that you lose count. He breaks open the door, grabs all of the drugs, and pours them into the sink in front of you. You sob and beg for Nikki to stop.

“No Nikki please don’t do this don’t take my drugs away” you scream violently.

“I can't watch you do this to yourself. You're going to rehab and I will make sure you go”  Nikki says harshly.

After Nikki finds all of the drugs he dumps them all down the toilet and disposes of the needles he finds. You grab at Nikki and try to pull the drugs away from him. 

“Don't you dare Nikki” you say in a firm tone. He pushes you out of his way lightly. 

“Fuck you Nikki fuck this you motherfucker” you yell at him.

“I am only trying to help you Y/N you need to understand. It's for your good.” 

“I called the rehab I'm driving you there tomorrow” 

“Nikki before you take me I need to tell you something,” you say softly. 

“We are going to have a baby,” You say out of the blue.

“Don't lie to me your only making excuses so you don’t have to go to rehab”  Nikki spits out

“I'm not lying” You pull out ultrasound photos to show him. 

“Y/N I’m tired of you not telling me things why didn't you tell me earlier?”  Nikki says disappointed.

Nikki realizes that you have been using alcohol, heroin, and cocaine while you were pregnant with his baby. 

“Y/N you're going you have to go for me for you and our baby.” 

“I'm going to help you pack and get your stuff together” 

You quit trying to fight back and you realize that you could have hurt your baby so you start to grab your clothes and Nikki helps you fold them. Nikki checks your clothes to see if they have smaller bags of drugs in your clothes and does not find anything. Nikki double-checks everything in your clothes there is still nothing. 

Your one suitcase you're bringing is now packed and zipped up and it's in the corner of your guys’s room. 

“Nikki please don't take me to rehab”  you sob. 

Nikki grabs you and holds you to his chest in his arms. Your head is leaning on his chest. You can already feel the withdrawal effects from the heroin you used to take hourly. 

“Hey shhh, It's okay you're going to be okay shhh”

“I need my goddamn heroin Nikki I need it” you sob to him in his arms.

Nikki decides to not respond. He knows how hard it is at first from his own experiences with drugs and alcohol. He decides it best to just be there and support you especially since he found that you were pregnant. He knows it's very hard on you with everything you're going through at the moment. 

Nikki lays you in your guy’s bed. 

“Y/N it's going to be very hard to sleep but try to relax and rest okay?” 

You don't respond as you are mad at Nikki for getting rid of all your drugs.

The next morning arrives and you run to the bathroom puking from morning sickness. Nikki hears you retch and puke in the morning. He goes over to help you. He holds your hair while you throw up and rubs your lower back gently. You finally finish puking and you flush it down the toilet.

“Y/N it's almost time we have to leave get your clothes on and I'll grab your suitcase and put it in the car”  

You take your silky red nightgown off and put on your white bra with matching panties, jeans, and a plain white shirt. You're starting to show a tiny bit. You have no appetite to eat and it is extra-strong today because of the withdrawal of drugs. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to head to the car. Nikki is in the driver's seat ready to go and you get in the passenger seat. Nikki notices that you are starting to show a bit. You notice that Nikki is looking at your stomach. 

“Y/N how far along are you?” Nikki asks gently 

“3 months,” you say quietly as you avoid eye contact with him.

“You kept our baby a secret from me for three months?!” He is full of disappointment.

Nikki does not talk to you for the rest of the car ride. He is mad at you for keeping the baby a secret from him for a long time. You guys arrive at the rehab. You guys walk in together after Nikki grabs your suitcase from the trunk. Nikki talks to the receptionist. They have a nurse with blonde hair to walk you to the room and you and Nikki walk together as you both follow the nurse. You are scared and nervous because it's your first time at rehab. 

“Here’s your room,” the nurse says. 

The nurse starts to walk away and you and Nikki are left in the room alone. 

“Babe I can only stay for a bit they will only let me stay for a little while” 

You don't respond to Nikki's words you are suspiciously quiet. 

“I need to use the bathroom” you are thinking about your escape from this hell. 

You start to walk down the hall and you walk out of the door. Nikki sees you outside the window and you start to walk inside the bush. Nikki was surprised by your behavior he has never seen you this uncooperative. Nikki quickly rushes outside to grab you and he is trying to be careful with you since you're pregnant. 

“Let me go!” you scream at Nikki. 

Nikki holds you bridal style as you fuss in his arms and try to be set free by him. As soon you're inside the room in the facility Nikki puts you on the bed. You start to scream and cry and Nikki has no choice but to call a doctor or a nurse. Nikki calls a nurse and she comes in and tries to talk to you gently but you won't listen. They decide to get everyone out of your room and let you calm down yourself. You feel miserable from everything going on. You are still not calming down and the nurse decides to sedate you. The nurse only uses a little bit as you're a drug addict. You start to calm down as you feel exhausted.

“Nikki” you whimper as you fall asleep. 

Nikki watches you with sad eyes and holds your hand while you are asleep to let you know he is there with you.

[tobybestupid]

heyyy i think i already req this before but i can’t remember so ill just send it again just in case x

could u do tommy and nikki both being submissive and dominant reader and readers just dominating the shit outta them and making them cry and not letting them cum while she takes turns riding them <33and they beg and whining

Yes, you did and I'm so sorry i completely forgot about it! :(

So- so good.

Terror Twins x Reader

Tw: smut, hair pulling, edging, submissive Nikki + Tommy, whiny boys, crying, dominant reader, porn with 0 plot, fem reader, unsafe sex, creampie.

Tommy and Nikki were cuddling next to each other, they'd just got done railing the living fuck out of you.

You were curled up next to Tommy, humming quietly. You quickly moved yourself onto his lap and began grinding against him gently, Tommy looked up at you confused.

"Hmm? Horny, again, you just want me pounding in and out of you again?" He'd giggle, rubbing your sides.

"Nah, kinda wanna dominant you..and Nikki, see how whiny ya can get?" You whispered, making Tommy's face flush red.

Nikki looked as you as you began to grind on Tommy's lap, making him whimper softly as he bucked his hips upwards.

"Hmm...stop, be a good boy and take ya' pants off..hm?" You'd ask in a soft tone

Tommy nodded as he slipped his pants off rather quickly, you gave Nikki a quick look and he did the same; taking his pants off and tossing them on the ground. You began to jerk off Tommy, rubbing his tip and making him moan at your touch. Nikki tried grabbing your other hand and you flicked his hair away.

"Be a good boy, be patient huh?" You'd ask in a gentle tone, making Nikki whine as he watched you continue to jerk off Tommy. Moans spewed from his mouth as his tip leaked out clear buds of pre-cum, he was whimpering and begging for your pussy. You rolled your eyes as you moved over to Nikki's lap, begining to do the same to his poor cock.

Nikki groaned softly as his cock began to get more stiff, bucking his hips up into your hand. You quickly pulled your hand away, giving him a displeased look.

"Patience, huh? Ever heard of that Nikki?" You said, going back to Tommy and began rubbing his tip.

"Huh- not fair!" Nikki whined as he stared at you and Tommy, he whined like a poor dog in heat.

Nikki let out a somewhat annoyed growl noise, obviously pissed off. Tommy meanwhile was moaning and whimpering, you could tell he was close so you pulled your hand away, and put your hand back on Nikki's.

This contuied for the next 6 minutes, then you pulled your underwear off and tossed them on the ground. You sat on Tommy's lap and rubbed your wet cunt against his tip, he moaned as you tugged at his long black locks. He threw his head back as he whined at your teasing, you contuined to rub you cunt against his thick tip before moving over to Nikki. You watched as Tommy got annoyed, and needy; so tears filled his eyes as he frowned. You began to do the same to Nikki, his moans filled the room as well as Nikki's whining.

"Please- please let me...me cum...God- fuh-fuck...fuck me- please!" Nikki grumbled and whimpered as you tugged his hair before letting his cock fill you all the way.

You moaned gently as Nikki whimpered and tried railing you like a poor dog in heat.

"Knock that off." You said, quickly getting off of him as you moved to Tommy and began the same.

Tommy moaned softly, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

"Seeeee? Tommy's being a good boy..huh, can't you do that too?" You teased Nikki, tugging at Tommy's hair gently as a tear ran down his cheek, his cock was throbbing within your cunt. He needed that oh so sweet release, badly.

Nikki grumbled as you rode Tommy, eventually mumbling to him that he could cum, and he did. He filled you up with his warm seed. Tommy whimpered as you got off, his cum spilling out of you slightly.

"You gonna be good now Nikki?" You asked, kissing Tommy's cheek and ruffling his hair gently before sitting on Nikki's lap.

"Mhm, ye-yeah- I'll be good..I'll be so- so good.." Nikki mumbled out as you slowly sat on his dick, letting it fill you up entirely as he let out a guttural groan. You bounced on his cock gently, his cock already throbbing as he whined and cried gently. You bounced quicker and tugged as his hair, Tommy watched as he kissed Nikki on the cheek and rubbed his back.

"C'mon...cum baby, you wanna fill me up too hmm?" You asked- more like teased. He nodded quickly as you bounced more, he was panting heavily before he quickly groaned and came in your cunt.

You moaned softly as you pulled yourself off of him, cum spilling from your cunt.

"God...damn.." Nikki mumbled, his tear stained cheeks made him so gorgeous. You kissed both of the boys before laying between them.

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 3/6

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Dominik is so annoying in this 😫

Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.

Enjoy!

Székesfehérvár. Dominik's hometown. A small community located about a forty minute drive from Budapest. Although Székesfehérvár was far from as vibrant as the city of Budapest. The town looked more like a prehistoric gathering place for Lords and Dukes of the 1800th century. A place where the sun didn't look out from behind the clouds. A place that probably only had one unanimous shopping center where kids would lurk around what they believed to be a modern hang out.

"Uh, Dominik...?" You were skeptically looking out of the car window. A friend of his let you borrow it for as long as you were staying in Hungary.

"Yeah, babe?" Dominik's eyes left the road, turning to you.

"Can you tell me about your family again?"

"My family?"

"Yeah, like your siblings and stuff." It would be your first time meeting them. You wanted to know what kind of people you were dealing with, perhaps they were also as close-minded as Dominik's parents?

"Well, my younger brother plays football just like me."

"Really, in which league, Bundesliga?"

He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He said but did not seize to laugh. "Let's just say my brother is still muturing when it comes to playing professional football."

Whatever that meant, you thought.

"My sister, on the other hand, you'll like her."

"I will?" You perked up.

"Yes, she's very much into fashion and that poet culture shit that you like."

"Wow, you just made me sound like the wokest black girl you've ever been with."

The creases in his eyes widened when he smiled. "Because you are the wokest black girl I've ever been with."

"Dominik, I'm the only black girl you've ever been with."

"True." He nodded and leaned over for a kiss.

You pressed your lips against his. "Idiot."

After a few more minutes in the car, Dominik pulled up to a lovely little home on the outskirts of the town. Your heart pounded in your chest once you realized that this was it. You were meeting his parents.

Dominik walked ahead of you towards the house. You had preferred to hold his hand. Nevertheless, with a knock on the door, he stepped back to stand next to you, waiting in anticipation for...

"Nikki!"

The door flung open, and a child sprung out of the house straight into Dominik's arms.

"You're home, Nikki, you're home!"

"I told you I was coming." Dominik twirled the boy around in his arms. They looked awfully alike, with the same carved cheeks and jet black hair.

"Benedek, who is at the door?"

With all of the commotion a woman appered, eyes wide at the sight of...

"Nikki? Nem tudom elhinni!" (Nikki, I can't believe it!)

"Anya!" (Mom!)

It was a heart-felt reunion. With Dominik putting down his little brother to embrace his mother.

"Mit csinálsz itt?" (What are you doing here?)

It was interesting. You had picked up a few Hungarian words after three years with Dominik. However, compared to his little brother, you understood nothing of what was coming out of his mother's mouth. She had a very thick accent.

"Benedek, is that you bringing cold air into my house?"

A loud thud came from inside the house. It got louder and louder until a large figure took up the door frame. A man, Dominik's father, appeared.

"Nikki?"

He wasted no time, rushing down the steps to greet his son. Dominik's feet left the ground as his father embraced him.

"Nem tudom elhinni!" (I can't believe it.)

His father's accent was also a very thick one, utterly incomprehensible to your ears.

"Hey?" You hissed. You were standing to the side, observing Dominik's heartfelt welcome home when there was a tugg at your skirt. Looking down, a pair of green eyes were staring back at you in wonder. Dominik's little brother.

"Are you my brother's friend?" He asked.

"No." You said in the most disgraceful attempt to speak Hungarian. "I'm not your brothers friend, I'm his...."

"Anya, Apa." (Mom, dad.) Dominik interrupted. With that, all eyes were on you now. "Szeretném, ha találkozna, Y/N, a személyi asszisztensemmel." (I would like for you to meet, Y/N, my personal assistant.)

As oblivious as you were, the mentioning of your name could only mean that this was your queue. "Hello!" You smiled. "It's very nice to meet you all."

Dominik turned to his parents, translating what you just said. They looked at you skeptically but nodded approvingly.

"Egy fekete?" (A black?) His dad scuffed. "Csak illőnek tűnik." (Seems only fitting.)

"Zsolt." His mother frowned, slapping Dominik's father in the arm.

All you could do was keep smiling.

"Cacsorára marad, úgyhogy viselkedjünk." (She's staying for dinner, so let's behave.)

"Yes, yes." His father muttered and gestured for Dominik's little brother to return inside with them.

You turned to Dominik, your only source of security in that moment.

"They like you." He smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes, let's head inside."

A sense of relief washed over you. You and Dominik were invited inside and were quickly ushered into the kitchen. It was obvious that Dominik missed his mother's cooking because he ate more than he does at home, and so did you. His mother was an excellent cook, offering delicious Hungarian dishes.

"Ugh, I think I'm going to explode." You said, having made it to the top of the staircase.

"Me too." Dominik groand. He carried your bags despite his swollen tummy, and for that, he deserved to be rewarded.

"What are you doing?"

You had gone to wrap your arms around his neck. However, Dominik flinched as you did. The first time, he has ever done such a thing.

"I...I just wanted to..." You were taken aback. A heavy lump clogging your throat.

"Baby." Dominik whispered. Why was he whispering? it wasn't late, his family were still downstairs watching TV. "Baby I'm sorry." He saw the hurt in your eyes. I didn't mean to...." There was nothing that could be said, the damage was already done.

"Nikki, is everything alright?"

There was movement at the bottom of the staircase, Dominik's mother, on her way up.

"Megmutattad vendégünknek a szobáját?" (Have you shown our guest her room?)

Dominik scratched the back of his neck. "No Anya, I was just about to."

"Rendben, szólj, ha kell neki valami." (Alright, you tell me if she needs anything.)

"Sure, mom, I will."

His mother gave you a friendly smile before returning downstairs. However, you were still in a bit of a shocked state to return it.

"I'll show you were you'll sleep." Dominik mumbled and made his way down the hall expecting you to follow him. You did, but only because you needed answers.

"Like I said, my parents are a little bit old school...." Dominik stop before a small room. You poked your head in to see that there was only one single sized bed.

"Um, what's this?"

Dominik sighed. "Y/N, let's not make a big deal of it. We're only staying for two nights."

"Yes, but..." You had no words. "You've got to be kidding me, though? We are sleeping together in the same room, right?"

No answer.

"Right, Dominik?"

He grabbed your bags and entered the room, placing them on the bed. You refused to move an inch, waiting for him to return. However, all he said was, "I'm sorry." And kissed your cheek before disappearing down the hall. You were left with more questions than answers, the biggest one being, "What the fuck was wrong with your boyfriend?"

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