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Once Again (It's all the discords fault) inspired by some lovely people to put this out in the world.

Anyway...

Nick Jackson x Female Reader

WC: 2083

Nick needs to work out a lot of tension, and the reader lets him do it in a way that will satisfy them both.

TW: Very Adult themes. D/s overtones. Dominate Nick. Submissive Reader.

Read at your own risk. Very NSFW.

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   Watching as she laughed and chatted with Ethan, helping him pick out the perfect ring jacket as if that was her job, he tried to regain his control. He prided himself on keeping a firm grip on it. They both needed him to. But at certain times, like now, he felt it slipping away inch by inch. They weren't flirting, he knew that logically but the darker part of his brain told him something different. He watched as they continued talking after they finally settled on one. She was friends with most of his co-workers. He usually didn't mind her finding someone to chat with while he was busy. But today, the darker part of him rose to the surface and he tried to battle it back. Had to. When Ethan hugged her after slipping into his jacket, Nick's control snapped. He got up from where he'd been sitting and crossed the room. 

  He didn't bother to nod his head in a hello to Ethan. Nick had one goal. "Angel!" He snapped out. She turned and looked down at the floor. She knew by his tone what to do. What he'd taught her to do. He reached out and squeezed her hip. 

"Sorry, sir," she said quietly. 

"I'm going to order you a car, you can wait till I'm done with work in the room." 

"Yes, sir. I wasn't…" he curled his fingers a little harder into her hip. 

"I didn't ask you a question, did I?" 

"No, sir. Sorry." 

He kissed the side of her head. "Good girl." He pulled his phone out and pulled up Uber. He'd ordered the car and reached for her hand. "It'll be here in ten minutes. You can sit with me until it is." 

"Anything you want Sir," he turned towards her and lifted her chin to his. 

"I need to give you pain tonight, Angel. You didn't break a rule." He wanted her to know it was his control that snapped and she didn't break one of the rules he'd set for her. 

"Whatever you need, Sir. I'm yours to use." She turned her eyes downward. Nick kissed her forehead.

"Your submission is the greatest gift," he took her hand and led her back over to the corner of the locker room the roster had for tonight. He usually never worked without his brother there, but Matt was on his honeymoon so it couldn't be helped. 

  She sat on his lap, head tucked into his shoulder, and didn't say another word to anyone else. When the car he'd ordered got there, Nick walked her outside, her hand tucked into his the entire time. He gave her a quick kiss and told her to be ready and waiting for him by the time he was done with work. He shut the door and tried to shake off the worst of his darker thoughts as he headed back to the locker room. 

   Since he was main eventing Rampage, the wait was long, but he was kept entertained. She sent him pictures and even a short video he had to watch in the bathroom, of her preparing herself for him. Her submission to him, control of her body, her heart. He'd never take it for granted but sometimes he needed to hear her cry out in the way she did when he was giving pain. She loved receiving it, and she loved taking every dark part of him he tried to keep under wraps. 

  To try to calm himself down, he walked the arena, checking in with production, other talent. He needed to distract himself. When it was almost his time to wrestle, he sat on the gearboxes near Guerilla, trying to find a tiny sliver of his control. He sent her one last text and then got up and walked up the stairs to curtain. The match in and of itself was fun. He enjoyed getting to wrestle where it was just him and another person for thirty minutes going back and forth. He was slightly more aggressive than he meant to be with Brandon. He'd apologize about it later. 

  His hand was raised, the music played. As he walked back through the curtain, with everyone trying to talk to him, his mind was somewhere else. He gave half answers and short replies. Once he was finally able to leave he sent her a quick text and grabbed his hard shell. Bruno, the driver they usually had on show days had given up on conversation with Nick two minutes into his one-sided dialogue. He watched the darkened streets pass them by and declined the stop for something to eat. He'd get them both something later. 

   After getting his bags, he headed inside and straight for the elevator, pressing the up button a few times with impatience, he was anxious to get to her. He needed to let his control slip a little so he could put it back where it belonged. Locked underneath the skin where no one but her got to see it, touch it, taste it. The elevator ride seemed to take forever although it was three at the most. He kept his pace even as he headed down the hallway to their corner suite. 

   Opening the door, he noticed she'd taken the time to shut everything in the room off, but she left the curtains open. The city lights illuminated her silhouette where she knelt, naked, facing the door. "Is everything ready, Angel?" 

“Thank you, Sir.” She rose to her feet and sat on the bed, but didn’t look over at him. He turned and walked into the bathroom, knowing it was probably going to be a quick shower. He needed to hear her cries. 

  She didn't look up but answered him. "Everything is ready for you to take your pleasure from my pain, Sir."

  Nick braced a hand on the wall. Her submission and complete and utter trust in him never failed to blow him away.

“I’m going to take a shower. You can sit on the end of the bed.” 

  The collar she wore when they were at home or in a room like this one, lay below it, waiting for him to return it to where it belonged. She wore a bracelet usually, but it sat on the desk, waiting as well to be put back on when they were done. He grabbed the collar, the leather cool under his hands and turned around. 

  Once he’d dried off, he stepped out of the bathroom, and into the darkened room. Through the glow of the city lights in the windows, he saw her sitting on the bed, head down, hands on her thighs. Looking over at the desk in the room, he saw a few of his favorite things. The paddle he loved using and she loved against her skin. It was red and Black and all leather. The handle was long enough to where he could get a good grip but short enough that he’d feel the impact when it connected with her ass, or her thighs, depending on where he wanted his next hit to land. The violet wand wasn’t supposed to hurt, but give a tiny little shock to the system. The Whartenburg wheel that if pressed just right would leave behind minuscule pinpricks of both pleasure and pain.

“Eyes up,” he told her. She picked her head up and looked at him. He couldn’t help but smile at her. Stepping closer, he used one hand to turn her face towards the city lights, making it look as if the stars had fallen and landed on her face. “What’s your safeword, Angel?” 

“Applesauce, Sir.” 

“Good girl,” he ran his finger along her chin and down her neck, feeling how her pulse picked up in rhythm. He let her face go and she lowered her head automatically.

  He placed the collar on her neck, giving it a tug to make sure it wasn’t cutting off her oxygen. He bent to kiss her head, hearing her shudder of breath before he moved away from her. He picked up the paddle, running his fingers over the leather. Without using words he reached down for her. Turning her, he made her bend over the end of the bed, her hands near her head. 

   "You are so stunning with your submission, Angel." He touched her, needing that connection between them. 

  "I want to be what you need, sir." 

  "You are. Are you ready?" 

  "Yes sir. Take your pleasure from my pain." 

  Nick stepped back, and sent the paddle through the air. The impact of the leather on her skin made a beautiful sound. She sucked in air to her lungs but made no other movement or sound. Seeing the marks he put on made him smirk. He loved seeing them on her. Knowing they were made by his own two hands. He swung his arm back again, this time letting the paddle connect with the back of her thighs. She jumped, but got right back into position. 

   Kneeling down, he traced his fingers along his marks, delighted as he pressed into them and they stayed red. "Gorgeous," he breathed out. Using his hand, Nick smacked her ass again, grinning at the small yelp she let out. He pulled her back by her hair, kissing her. "You're always so perfect for me, Angel." 

  "Thank you, sir." Green eyes peered up at him, glowing in the city light spilling into their room. 

    He kissed along her neck, nipping, and teasing, letting the anticipation of whether or not he was going to mark her up or not get to her, before he bit down on her collarbone, making her cry out, he kissed the sting of the bite away, holding her against him as he sucked a mark into the skin. 

   "Who do you belong to, Angel?" He kissed up her neck leaving another mark where it would be impossible to hide as she moaned. 

   "You! I belong to you…sir." 

  "You do. Don't you forget it." Twisting her hair around his fist, he yanked her head back, kissing down her throat to where her collar rested. 

  She tried to shake her head but his grip was tight. Turning her head, Nick captured her lips, nipping at her bottom one. He let her go, smacking her ass again. "Get up." 

   Rising to her feet, she stood there, hands in front of her, looking at their feet. "I want the world to see you tonight, sweetheart. Letting them all know you belong to me, and only me." Taking her hand, he led her over to the bank of windows on the other side of the room. He turned her towards them, kicking her feet wide. "Better brace yourself, Angel. I'm not stopping until you're a mess in my arms." 

  Kicking her feet wide, he pushed into her, his hands gripping her in a way designed to leave his fingerprints behind. She braced herself against the glass, her breath fogging it up as he set a relentless pace of moving into her. Holding onto her with one hand, he pulled her head back. 

  "Who do you belong to baby?" He asked as he kissed up her neck, kissing at the bruises he'd sucked into her skin. 

   "You…only…you. Nicky, please!" 

   "Do you want to come for me, Angel?" He kissed her cheek. 

  "Please, sir. Can I?" 

   Releasing her hair, he gripped her hips again. "Come for me, Angel." He told her, still moving into her. 

  She came apart for him, calling out his name, the sound music to his ears. He groaned as he spilled into her, making her call out his name again. He pulled her back against him, kissing down her face as he reached up with one hand to remove her collar. 

  "Shower, then we'll get food from somewhere." He told her. 

  "Okay. How was the match?" 

 He laughed as he took her hand, tossing the collar onto the desk. "I need to apologize to Brandon. He's gonna be wearing my handprint on his chest for a few days probably." 

  She laughed. "He'll forgive you." She turned and kissed him. "Better now?" She tapped his head. 

 "Mmmmhmmm. You okay?" 

  Shrugging, she started their water. "You've been rougher but I'm okay. Thank you," She stepped in and he stepped in after her. 

  "For what?" He asked her as he stepped behind her to wash her hair for her. 

   "Being you." 

  "Love you," he kissed her forehead. 

  "Love you, too." 

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OH. MY. GOSH!!!!

This was so good! I did NOT expect that ending!

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Inspired by the Discord to post my fics (Y'all some bad influences. I swear lol) - To post this. Nick Jackson x Female Reader WC 778

Nick and his wife have a fun night out at the bar.....

Tw: Alcohol consumption. Mature adult themes. "Cheating" - In the loosest sense of the word.

My Reader fics are written differently than the typical ones but I hope you love them anyway.

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  The bar stool next to her scraped across the floor, drowned out by the sound of rock music someone requested. Looking over briefly, she saw muscles trying to bust the seams of a t-shirt and long hair spilling over one shoulder. She turned her attention back to her drink as he ordered a crown and coke. She looked down at her phone with a sigh and put it to sleep before looking towards the door and slumping a little in her seat. 

   "Expecting someone?" She jumped at the voice close to her ear. 

  She shrugged. "My husband. But it doesn't look like he's coming, typical." 

  The guy moved closer and she felt a hand on her thigh. He took a sip from his glass, before replying. "Doesn't seem right he stood you up." 

"He's gone a lot for work."

"His work is more important than a beautiful woman at home? He needs better priorities." His hand slid up her thigh, teasing the bare skin left thanks to the skirt she wore. 

  "Maybe. But," she turned towards the man currently trying to feel her up. "Him being gone means I get play time." A squeeze of his calloused palm. 

  "So you're here a lot?" 

  Picking up her drink and wrapping her lips around it, she shook her head. She leaned over, her lips a whisper away. "First time. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." 

   Another squeeze from the hand on her leg. He picked up his drink, finishing half of it before standing up. He bent down and whispered to her. "Black Range Rover in the parking lot. Bet I can make you forget his name." He turned and left the bar. She waited a minute or two, finishing up her drink. 

  She slid off the barstool and headed outside to the parking lot. If it had been a smaller car, she'd have missed it. It was parked in the back, far away from the cameras and the lights. She headed over in that direction, low heels clicking on the asphalt, making each step feel like a mile. When she got to the SUV, she looked around before tapping on the glass. The backdoor opened and she climbed in. 

He was leaning up against the opposite door, face hidden in the shadows. She turned to close the door and heard the rustle of movement behind her. When she turned back, soft, sure, confident lips were on hers. She felt the kiss down to her toes. His hands gripped her hips and lifted her up to straddle him. As they kissed, his hands moved down, squeezing her ass. He kissed along her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. 

   She moved herself up enough to get to the button of his jeans and popping it open, the slide of the zipper sounding loud in the silence. He raised his hips and slid his jeans down his thighs until his cock sprang free. Reaching down, she moved her panties to the side and guided him into her, hissing at the feeling of him fully inside of her. 

  Strong hands gripped her hips, hard enough she'd probably have bruises for days in the form of his finger prints. He planted his feet on the floorboards and pushed into her even as she moved down on him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she lost herself in the pleasure. He guided her head back into a kiss, their pants and occasional groans, filling the silence. He held her against him, taking control, nipping at her skin, biting at the bit of collarbone that was revealed as her blouse fell off one shoulder. 

    They came together, a long list of curses falling from his lips as he filled her. She laid her against his shoulder, breathing heavily, shivering through the aftershocks. She started laughing, leaning back and kissed him again. "That was absolutely something we have to do again," she told her husband as she moved off of him. 

   He pulled his jeans back up and reached into the trunk and produced the backpack she'd stashed in there earlier. Nick grinned at her. He waited for her to change before he got out of the back and got into the driver's seat. Rather than getting out to get back into the car, she climbed over the seat, sliding into the passenger seat. She waited until they pulled out of the lot, windows down before she asked the question she wanted to ask. 

   "So what else is on your secret fantasy list?" Nick looked over and smirked. 

   "You'll have to wait and see." 

  She sighed happily before slumping down into the seat. 

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Visited a dried flowers exhibition today. I thought of you as I took these

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*2/4 through a fanfic* lol no i haven’t wtf is hapenning

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David put his hand on Drilla's throat this time and said, "Boss Dog is talking."

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I'm fine, this is fine.