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AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

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I Still Get Jealous

Pairing: Nick Jackson x wife!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Angst

Word count: 4,023

Summary: When a wrestler has a crush on you, your husband makes sure to show you extra affection when the other man is in the room.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: rihannaproctor14 on Wattpad

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This was, what felt like the tenth time today, that your husband gave you kisses all over your face. Normally, you didn't mind but this was getting a bit too much.

You had no idea what was making Nick spontaneously show you all this extra affection, you loved it but you also didn’t like the looks some people were giving you.

You worked in the wardrobe department and had a hand in the merch shirts that went up on the website.

Brandi was the one who found out about you several years back after seeing some of your work floating around Ring of Honor. She was impressed with your creativity and showed Cody, Kenny, Matt, and Nick how talented you were. The men agreed, knowing they would definitely need someone with your creativity and skill set when AEW got up and running so they had Brandi contact you with an offer — clearly you accepted and, as they say, the rest is history.

Over the years, you got to know the EVPs well — Nick in particular. The two of you hit it off immediately, like you had known each other your whole lives. About four months later, Nick asked you to be his girlfriend and two years later, you were Mrs. Nick Jackson.

You were currently working on a new shirt design for Top Flight. You had just finished it and wanted to get the Martin brother’s opinions.

You headed out of the wardrobe room and down the hall towards the locker rooms. You were too excited about this design to notice The Elite just up ahead and the boys were too caught up in their conversation about who knows what to see you coming. You collided with one of them and thankfully he kept you from falling. “Sorry! I just—” You started to apologize when you looked up seeing it was none other than your husband you ran into. You chuckled, shaking your head. “Thanks for catching me babe.” You stood on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Where are you in a hurry to?” Nick asked, until he noticed your iPad in your hands. “You got a new design for us?” He tried to sneak a peak at your iPad.

You shook your head, grinning. “Nope, not today. I have something I need Dante and Darius to look at. If they like it, it just might be their new shirt design.” You beamed, proud of your work. You flipped your iPad around and showed off the design to the guys. “What do you think?” You asked, genuinely wanting their opinions.

Nick tensed up at the mention of the older Martin brother’s name. He did his best to play it cool so no one would catch him and try to put the pieces together.

Matt, Kenny, and Brandon loved the design. They all told you how good you did and joked that you should make theirs look ten times better. The four of you laughed and that’s when you noticed Nick was being awfully quiet.

You looked over at him and noticed his jaw clenched and that he was off in his own world. You weren’t sure what caused this reaction but you were going to find out.

You subtly tugged on Nick’s arm in attempts to get his attention. After a particularly hard tug, he snapped out of his thoughts. “You okay Nick?” He knew were concerned when you called him Nick. You always called him some cute nickname, even when you called him Nicholas he knew you were teasing him unless you were upset with him.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah. I’m okay sweetheart.” Nick placed a kiss to your temple. You weren’t fully convinced but let it be as you gave him a soft kiss to his lips, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

You hated to leave Nick like this but you had to go find Top Flight before the show started. “I gotta get going guys. I’ll catch you later!” You exclaimed as you hurried off down the hall.

You finally made your way to the men’s locker room. Luckily, you caught Ricky about to enter the locker room. “Hey Ricky! Can you do me a favor and tell Dante and Darius I want to show them a design for their shirt?” You asked, the always well dressed man.

Ricky agreed and shortly after out came the Martin brothers. “Ricky said you wanted to see us about a shirt design.” Dante said, glancing at your iPad in your arms. “You have one done already? We weren’t expecting one until next week.” The younger of the two looks at you, impressed you were so quick.

“Yeah I know but I got this idea the other day and I just had to get drawn up. Nick wasn’t too thrilled because I didn’t get in the bed until one in the morning that night.” You shrugged. You couldn’t help but notice Darius was being quiet, much like how Nick was earlier. Thankfully, Darius didn’t look stone-faced like Nick had. “You wanna see it?” You eyed each brother and they both nodded, Dante more excited than Darius.

You flipped your iPad around and passed it over to Dante. You gave the two boys a chance to look it over. You saw how they lit up as they took in your art work. “This is so damn good! A lot better than what we had pictured, right Darius?” Dante nudged his brother and Darius subtly shook his head.

You observed Darius a few moments longer before he finally spoke. You couldn’t help but get the feeling something had him distracted — little did you know you were the distraction.

“What? Oh yeah, yeah. It’s a million times better than our shitty idea.” Darius finally answered. You raised an eyebrow at Darius’s behavior, but didn’t question him. You figured he was thinking about their tag match later on with The Elite.

You had a busy couple hours ahead of you so told the guys you would have a shirt ready for them to look at in the next few days and politely excused yourself.

Back at your station in the wardrobe room, you got to work putting together an outfit for Renee when you heard a light knock on the door. You turned around to find your husband standing there admiring you working away. “Hey handsome. Finally going to let me style you for once?” You teased, smiling and knowing he and Matt actually enjoyed dressing in those wild clothes. You slid your arms around his neck once he was in front you. “Gimme a kiss. I’ve been missing those lips.” You grinned. Nick didn’t have to be told twice as he leaned down and kissed you with intensity that you weren’t quite expecting given that you were at work, but you were not about to complain but rather return the intense kiss.

You the two of you were too caught up in your own little world to realize that Darius had stopped at the door to ask you a question about his outfit for a backstage segment next week.

Darius knew his crush on you wouldn’t and couldn’t go any further than a crush, you were a married woman for heaven sakes! He would never try to ruin anyone’s relationship or marriage just because of a crush. He still held out hope that his crush on you would fade and he would move on to someone else but this crush had been going strong for months now. He was thankful that only Dante knew about it. Little did Darius know, Nick had learned about the crush a couple days ago.

Nick had over heard the Martin brothers chatting quietly in catering as he passed by their table but froze when he heard your name leave the older Martin’s lips. He took a seat at the nearest table within earshot, eavesdropping on the conversation. His initial reason was to make sure that the young boys weren’t bad mouthing you because no one bad mouthed Nick Jackson’s wife without confrontation.

The more Nick listened the more he put the hushed whispers together — Darius Martin had a crush on you. Nick felt a few different emotions run through him — pride, anger, and jealousy.

Nick knew it was silly to let Darius’s little crush get him all worked up but he couldn’t help it. Nick was very protective of you and even though you married him and live the happiest life possible together, he still got jealous when guys would look at you a little too long or attempt to flirt with you despite you always telling the guy that you were happily married.

Darius decided against making his presence known to the pair of you and slinked away back to the locker room to prep for his match.

As the show started, you had people running in and out of your station for various reasons.

Currently you were making quick work of sowing up a rip on the bottom of Britt Baker’s pants. You listened as Britt, Rebel, and Jamie talked about their upcoming segment that would take place out in the ring.

Once the trio left, you were all alone so you decided to do some more work on some designs. You figured that since you had Top Flight’s design ready to go that you would work on something new for Hook.

As you got to work you soon realized some of the things you needed had gotten put on the top shelf next to the small table you were working at. You sighed and got up, taking the four steps to the shelves on the wall. You looked up and sure enough, there it was — the box you needed containing an assortment of materials necessary for your project.

You stood on your tip toes, stretching to reach the box on the top shelf in the room that the wardrobe department was set up in. You didn’t know who put that box up there but you were internally cursing them. You could just barely get your fingertips on it. Looking around you spotted a chair, one without wheels on the bottom. You crossed the short distance of the room to grab the chair, once you had it where you needed you climbed up and started to grab the box when the door opened. “Hey wait! Let me get it for you.” You heard the familiar voice of Darius Martin, his footsteps grew louder as he got closer to you. He offered you his hand and helped you down off the chair.

“Thanks Darius.” You were grateful he showed up when he did, turns out that box was heavier than you had thought by the sound the box made when Darius sat it down on the nearby table. “Thanks again. I’m not sure what I would have done when I found out the box was that heavy.” You state.

“It’s no problem. I’m always happy to help you.” Darius spoke, looking everywhere but at you in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that you made him feel nervous, plus he could feel the heat rush upon his cheeks.

You noticed how Darius didn't look you in the eye and you remembered how earlier he seemed off in his own little world. You’ve never really worked with him too much before the last four months, so you weren’t sure if this was just how he was or if something was going on. It couldn’t hurt to ask.

You opened your mouth to speak but before you could, Nick swiftly entered the room. Nick kept a watchful eye on Darius as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. When Nick moved back just a little you saw Darius’s expression, a crestfallen look on his face. You were trying to put the pieces together about Darius’s behavior but at the moment you were confused.

“You’ll come watch me tonight right? I can’t win without my lucky charm.” Nick grinned at you accompanied by a wink. You couldn’t help but smile at his little flirty ways.

“Of course I’ll be there, but first I have some work I need to get done.” You informed him, gesturing to the table of your scattered papers and the box Darius helped retrieve for you moments ago.

“Can’t you do that later baby? I miss you.” Nick pouts in attempts to guilt trip you.

You shake your head and usher him out of the room. As you do so, Nick grabbed Darius’s arm and pulled him out the door with him. You noticed what Nick had done but didn’t think too much of it.

Once outside in the hallway, Nick kept his hand on Darius’s arm as he spoke to the young man. “I know about your little crush on my wife.” Nick watched as the color drained from Darius’s face.

The oldest Martin was in shock. How did he know? He was sure he never said anything about it when others were around. He could have sworn Dante was the only one that knew. He tried thinking back to all times recently talked about you to his brother and that’s when it hit him — that day in catering a couple days ago. Darius realized he and his brother must not have seen Nick walking past them and overhearing the conversation. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh, shit is right. Look, you’re a good kid and what I heard you say about her wasn’t disrespectful so I’ll go easy on you tonight.” Nick spoke in low, serious tone.

Darius gulped and nodded, he hadn’t seen Nick this serious before and he didn’t want to see it again. “I- I just-” Darius paused, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. “I feel terrible about having a crush on a married woman. I swear I would never do anything to ruin anyone’s marriage.” Darius looked Nick in the eyes, sincerity written on the young man’s face.

Nick looked the older Martin’s face over, no trace of deceit was found. Nick nodded, satisfied with the answer. “Just know if I catch you thinking anything bad or inappropriate about my wife, I’ll do more than confront you.” Darius knew what Nick was implying and nodded, quickly turning and heading towards catering.

You had spent majority of the show in wardrobe working on your designs for new merch shirts as well as piecing together outfits for upcoming interviews and segments up until you heard a soft knock on the door. “It’s almost time for my match sweetheart. You said you’d be there to watch.” Your husband reminds you as he makes his way across the room and over to you.

He knows how you can get caught up on creating different things and forget what you had to do later or forget to eat or drink until he comes along to remind you, bringing you some water and a snack. You were always appreciative and grateful to have Nick looking out for you, especially when you got zoned in to your work.

“Oh, shit. You’re right. Just let me finish this—” You felt your husbands strong yet gentle hands wrap around your wrists to stop you. You obeyed his silent command and dropped your pen and materials on the table, letting Nick gently pull you up and away from the table.

You noticed he was dressed in his gear, no doubt about to head to the stage entrance with Matt, Kenny, and Brandon. Speaking of, you didn’t see or hear them. “Come on. Let’s get you to the best seat in the house.”

You gave Nick a questioning look, eyebrow raised in confusion. “I thought I was going to watch on the monitor like usual?”

“Yeah, but I had a better idea — you get a front row seat. Security will escort you out there.” Nick pressed his lips to your temple and slipped his hand in yours. “We better get going.”

Like Nick said, security escorted you to your front row seat. From there, you watched the current match come to a close and soon after Top Flight and AR Fox made their entrance. You cheered for the trio, they were your friends after all. You saw the look of shock mixed with confusion on Darius’s face as he spotted you amongst the front row crowd. You gave him a friendly wave as passed by to slip into the ring. So many questions ran through the young man’s head. What’s going on? Was Nick planning something by having you out here? Is this some kind of mind game?

As soon as the lights went down and Carry On, Wayward Son blared through the speakers around the arena, you jumped up out of your chair, cheering loudly for not just your husband but your brother-in-law and best friends. The Elite did their pose at the top of the stage as Brandon hyped them up. Once they made their way down to the ring, Nick stopped in front of you to place a big smooch on your lips after making sure Darius was looking.

The match began and you cheered for all of them, but clearly the loudest for Nick. You couldn’t help but observe Nick being a little harsher on Darius, you thought that maybe Nick just didn’t realize how rough he was being, it didn’t look like Darius was hurt so you let it slide.

At one point when the pace and urgency had picked up, Nick had thrown Darius over the ropes and onto the floor in front of you. Nick launched himself over the top rope, diving onto Darius and popping up full of adrenaline. Nick quickly and swiftly kissed your cheek before going back to work on Darius while Kenny had AR Fox in the ring and Matt dove onto Dante on the opposite side of the ring form you.

It wasn’t long after that until Kenny pinned AR Fox, thus The Elite retaining their trios titles. You cheered, beyond proud of those men and thrilled with their performance.

Kenny closed the show out with a little speech like he sometimes does and in the meantime, Nick had passed his title over to Matt as Nick exited the ring, stopping in front of you once more. He leaned over the barricade to make sure you could hear him over Kenny and the crowd. “Wanna come up there with me?”

You felt like a fangirl that had been singled out by her favorite celebrity. You always found it sweet that despite after all these years, Nick could still make you feel like a teenager with the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

You nodded, grinning from ear to ear. That’s all Nick needed before effortlessly lifting you over the barricade and helping you into the ring, parting the ropes for you. Nick was always such a sweet gentleman — well, until he was having his way with you.

When the show was officially over, you followed behind The Elite with Brandon until Nick fell in step with you and slung his arm over your shoulders. He was obviously sweaty but honestly you didn’t mind because that meant shower time with your husband.

After gathering up your belongings, you headed to catering for a snack and some water before heading to the hotel. It was surprisingly quiet in catering, only you and some of the arena’s staff. As you picked out your snack, you heard footsteps as someone entered the room.

You looked up seeing Darius standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor. “Hey Darius!” You beamed, you always enjoyed his company. “You did great out there! Don’t tell the guys, but I think if you, Dante, and AR keep at it, those trios belts could be going home with you one day.” You said, half teasing and half being honest.

Darius forced a smile at your words, just another thing he liked about you. “Thanks.” He took a deep breathe which grabbed your attention. You stopped filling your plate with fruit and turned to face the young man, giving him your full attention. “I need to tell you something.” He finally spoke before he lost the courage.

You nodded, gesturing for him to continue. You could tell this was weighing on his mind and he needed to say it before it ate him up.

“I— I have a crush on you.” Darius couldn’t look at you when he confessed, too embarrassed and ashamed of himself for having a crush on a married woman. “I promise I wont try to ruin what you and Nick have. I just had to tell you, it’s been going on for a couple of months. I thought it would go away but no such luck.” He hung his head in shame and guilt.

“Hey, don’t feel bad about it. It might sound weird but I’m actually flattered. I’ve gotten a good idea over the past several months of what kind of man you are and I know you wouldn’t do anything intentionally. It can stay between us if that makes you feel any better.” You offered, remembering how you felt having been in similar shoes as Darius.

“I already know.” You both jumped at hearing Nick’s voice. Nick had come looking for you when you took longer than usual to grab a snack and water. He had slipped in when Darius was confessing his crush on you.

You looked between the two men, processing and putting the pieces together.

That’s when everything clicked. Nick’s reaction when you mentioned Darius’s name earlier, Darius’s behavior when you showed him and Dante this shirt design, the way Nick would always kiss you whenever Darius was around, the way Darius got shy when helped you with that box earlier, why Nick wanted you to sit front row for the trios match.

“Oh. Well, then I suppose we’re all good?” You questioned the two men. You didn’t want any tension between them, especially because if you.

“Yeah, we’re good, right?” Darius looked a Nick a little unsure given that Nick didn’t go as easy on him as said he would, but then again maybe he did, he wasn’t sure.

Nick nodded. “Yeah, we’re good man. Just remember what I said earlier.” Nick warns, referring to their conversation in the hallway prior to their match.

You were confused on what this conversation was about and you were going ask Nick later. You didn’t like the idea of Nick threatening the poor boy.

“I’ll never forget it, trust me.” Darius grabbed a water and headed out the door.

“Alright spill. This conversation you two had, you didn’t threaten him did you?” You asked, turning to your husband with a hand on your hip. You knew how protective Nick was, and you remembered a couple fights he got into because of a comment that was made about you, despite your protests and wanting him to let it go.

“Oh, come on sweetheart, do you really think I’d threaten him?” Nick asked, eyebrow raised and pretending to be clueless.

“Absolutely. But you know what, as long as you let him be, I’ll let it slide.” You lean up and peck his lips before stepping back and picking up your plate of fruit and water. “I’m ready to go to bed.”

“It’ll be a minute before that happens.” Nick tells you with a mischievous look in his eye causing you to give him a look. “I may or may not have stolen one of Matt’s shoes.” He grins, lifting up Matt’s shoe from behind his back.

You both laugh and take a seat at the nearest table. You knew this would last for at least an hour before Nick returned Matt’s shoe.

“I love you, babe. Don’t ever change.” You chuckled, reaching over and feeding him a piece of fruit.

“I love you way more, sweetheart.” The love and admiration was evident in his eyes as he leaned over the table for a one more kiss.

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{ warnings } — mentions of anxiety

{ word count } — 403

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the boys knew every detail about you

the things you loved and hated

your fears and worries

even down to your music taste and favourite foods

you told them everything

they were your rocks, so to speak

which in all seemed off the them when you’d secluded yourself in your hotel room for the past two days

only appearing when you needed to travel or do a tv taping

nick was the first to notice your odd behaviour, keeping a close eye on you for the time being

thinking that it was nothing more than an off day for you

soon matt and kenny caught on as well did hangman

the four of them seemingly perplexed as to why you’re ignoring them

“sweetheart…it’s us” matt’s knuckles softly rapped against the door

the door of them stood awkwardly in the hallway, awaiting a response

“c’mon darlin’ we just wanna talk…we’re worried about you” adam’s voice gently called out amongst the silence

the four of them eagerly pressing their ears up against the door still waiting for a response

audible sighs left their lips as you quietly muttered that the door was unlocked

they took notice of you, amongst the darkness, laying facing away from them on the bed

they joined you, kenny sitting by your head, resting it upon his lap

adam sat opposite your, a worried gaze held in his cornflower blues

matt and nick sat by your feet, the brothers remained silent for the moment

“what’s the matter, princess? you’ve been so distant lately”

kenny’s fingers gently combed through your hair

“i-i don’t know…” you began, feeling your throat grow tight with sobs

“i’m just so anxious. i can’t sleep, i can’t think…and i don’t know why!”

you pulled yourself up, sobbing into kenny’s shoulder

“i’m sorry i kept avoiding you-“

“no, no hun. don’t apologise” nick cut you off albeit unintentionally.

“we love you and we just want to help you through this, okay” the younger buck wrapped an arm around your shoulder

“you can tell us anything…y’know that right?” matt interjected

you gave a small nod in response as kenny placed a sweet kiss to your forehead

“and we’ll always be here to listen. no matter how long” kenny gave a tight squeeze to your should in reassurance

adam cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping away stray tears

“now…dry those tears, no more cryin’. let us see that pretty smile”

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Day 15: Group Sex 🎃

The Young Bucks, more Matt and Adam x f/Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Kinktober 2023

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Group sex. Double Penetration. Oral (m receiving) Anal. Cum swallowing. Unprotected sex.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. Photo found online

Stephen - Adam Page

WC: 583

"Fuckin' hell."

"Shit, so good."

"Gonna cum soon, fuck!"

The sound of the three men muttering amongst themselves as each one slid into a hole. Matt's hips were flushed against her ass, as Stephen was below the two of them, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling of her pussh fluttering around his cock.

Nick was standing to the side of the bed, his hands gripping her hair into a makeshift ponytail as he moved her head up and down his cock, making her gag each and every single time his cock hit the back of her throat.

Matt slowly pulled out and slammed back into her ass, making her squeal around Nick's cock.

He was already close, after already going down on her, and now she is moaning, squealing and gagging around his cock as the other two started to fuck her.

"Shit!" Nick cried out, his hand gripping the back of her head still, the other one holding the base of his cock as he came in her mouth.

Nick pulled out of her mouth and groaned as he saw her swallow his load. She opened her mouth to show it was all gone.

Her focus was pulled away by Matt, who pulled her head back so he would look down at her. Nick took that his cue to go and sit in the corner, wait for his cock to get hard again.

Matt was gripping the side of her head as he fucked into her ass harder and faster. Her mouth was hanging open, and he took that opportunity to shove two fingers in her mouth.

"Gonna cum down your throat just like my brother did. Do you want that?" She couldn't answer with the fingers still in her mouth, but Stephen felt her pussy tightened as he thrust up into her.

"She wants it. Maybe you want to suck both of us off at the same time." Matt pulled his fingers out of her mouth and slapped her ass as he continued to fuck her tight hole.

She didn't answer. Too overcome at the feeling of being stuffed with their two cocks. She was brought back down to reality when she felt a slap on her cheek. She looked down at Stephen. "I asked you a question."

She was about to answer, but Stephen planted his feet firmly on the mattress and fucked up into her, and she let out a scream.

It was all too much. Her body started to shake as she could feel the start of a very intense orgasm.

She cried out their names until her voice became hoarse.

The two men fucked her through her orgasm and her next one as well.

They both suddenly pulled out of her and pushed her onto the ground. Matt and Stephen standing over top of her, each one jerking their own cock off above her, as she sat on her knees, her mouth open.

Matt groaned out her name as he came first, mostly on her face, but a few drops got down her throat before he shoved his cock down her throat, and finished in her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around the head of Stephen's cock as he too growled out her name.

She quickly swallowed his load, making sure not to miss a drop.

As the two men were catching their breaths, she felt someone stand behind her. She looked up and she saw Nick smiling down at her, his cock hard.

"My turn."

Day 14: Fisting - Wardlow ● Day 16: Bath/Shower Sex- Hook

Tag list: @lghockey @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑷𝒕. 2

A/N: After almost a year, I finally got the inspiration I needed to finish this. PT.1 HERE

Warnings: +18 ONLY (let’s go with a general warning because I cannot remember everything that’s in here)

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @letsgivethisonemoreshot , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @tahiri-veyla

A small plea left your lips “Nick, please” before you felt the soft fabric of his tie against your tongue.

“Enough” His voice was stern and cold as he tied the soft blue fabric behind your neck making it go over your mouth. The improvised gag made you whimper and the more you tried to talk, the more Nick’s cologne oozed out of the fabric and inebriated your senses. “From now on you’ll refer to me as ‘Sir’ and you’ll just sit pretty, listen and obey. Nod if you understand”.

You nodded twice and looked up at him.

“Good girl” He praised before softly brushing back a strand of hair that fell in front of your eyes “Now, let’s get one thing clear: Matt was an amateur who was following tips and advice. Unlike him, I’m not a wannabe dumbass reaching out to my brother for help, so don’t expect me to be as sloppy as he was” Nick leaned down and his tongue darted out, licking a stripe from your chin to your partially open lips “And don’t expect sweet, angel boy Nick to come over, tell you how much he loves you and suddenly stop a scene just to make sweet love to you because that shit ain’t happening. Like I said before, sweet little Nick is far, far away, so don’t make the mistake of pushing me as you would push him because you won’t be able to sit for a week! Understood?”

You nodded again before he smiled “Good girl, angel. Now we’ll have all night long to properly introduce ourselves” He twirled a strand of your hair with his fingers “And learn a few little things before we start to have some fun. So what do you say? Let’s start testing your limits, shall we?”

A shiver of excitement ran down your spine and you eagerly nodded back, making Nick chuckle in amusement. He pulled the tie down so you could answer when he asked “Is there something you tried that you don’t wish to try it again?”

“Not really” A soft blush paired your cheeks when the next words left your lips “Matt was never too…risky”

Nick rolled his eyes in annoyance “Of course not” He sighed “Boring” His attitude earned a small giggle from you and he smiled before caressing your hair. The touch so soft and familiar still held a foreign dominant hint to it, and you instantly felt yourself leaning into his touch.

Nick’s blue eyes sparkled with devotion and love, feeling so proud to see you already being willing to submit to him. “What are your favorite plays, angel?”

“I like breath play, although Matt didn’t feel confident enough to do it all the time…impact play is nice too but with hands or a paddle, the rest is a bit of a hard limit for me. Degradation, DDLG and that’s about it, I guess…at least is all I can remember for now, sir”

“Okay, that’s good, baby. How do you feel about anal?”

You honestly didn’t know why you were feeling so shy all of a sudden, this is Nick for Christ's sake! - a very dangerous and domineering version of him that almost made you cum with every word that left his lips - but Nick nonetheless! Your husband. Who was suddenly talking about anal sex - or as he and Matt used to call it: “butt stuff” - so naturally that had you, of all people, embarrassed.

“I’ve done it before, but never really felt anything beyond this world to get into it”.

“Alright. Do you think you’d be willing to try it out with me in the future?”

The mere thought of having this Nick in your ass suddenly sounded very appealing to you for some reason “Yes, sir” The subtle sparkle of need behind your eyes made Nick’s cock twitch in his black dress pants and a low moan left his lips “We’re gonna have so much fun together. But first, safe word. Which word do you want, my angel?”

“Tomato” You smirked

“Is that because I fucking hate tomatoes?” Nick chuckled as you nodded. “Alright, then. Tomato” He stated with a smirk as his hand slowly closed around your neck and he pulled you to stand up before him. His eyes were fixed on yours the more he added pressure around your neck. Your eyes instantly semi-closed in pure bliss as the raw need of being choked was finally being given to you.

A small whimper was your silent beg when Nick's free hand cupped your mound and two of his expert fingers slowly circled your clit. Your warm arousal formed a pool in your white sheer lace panties, making Nick grab the small front piece of fabric in his hands and pull it up, causing your outer lips to swallow the cloth.

The rough pattern of the lace scraped against your slick folds the more he tugged and pulled on the fabric, his fingers applied more pressure to your neck as he now tugged on the fabric up and down, making it scratch against your clit and causing you to become even slicker with need.

“I can feel how much you love this” Nick’s finger softly brushed against your clit through the huddle of lace “Fucking soaking my fingers like a good little whore” He smirked “If you keep going at that pace, we’ll have to move to the bathroom to prevent you from ruining the hardwood floor” His eyes trailed down your body until they stopped between your legs “Can’t have the cleaning staff knowing how much of a slut my sweet little wife is”

His words made a soft moan leave your lips.

“Or maybe you do” He chuckled as his blue eyes looked up at your face. “Maybe you do want them to know how dirty you are. Is that what you want, angel? Do you want them to go around saying just how much of a dirty whore the woman from the chalet is? Or should we show them, huh? Get you nice and pretty on all fours on the bed when they stop by for housekeeping?”

The vision Nick was putting in your head was devious and sinful in every way. You knew deep down the words were meaningless, Nick would never surprise you with something this serious before thoroughly talking about it with you beforehand, but their lack of realness didn’t seem to affect your body’s growing need.

The coolness of Nick’s wedding band settled around your neck once again, the foreign feeling added more wetness to your already soaking core.

“I can’t wait to finger you with this wedding ring on. I wanna feel your pussy warming up the metal and your wetness sticking to it” His hand pressed the sides of your neck, suddenly cutting off your oxygen flow before quickly releasing it again a few seconds later. “Every time I put this ring on after a match, I wanna remember how my sweet little whore came all over it countless times” Nick’s left hand tugged on your scalp, pulling your head back and making you look up at him as his other hand squeezed your cheeks together in a pout. His voice was low and menacing as he growled “I want to be able to taste you on this fucking ring even when I’m away from you”.

Nick pushed you down on the bed with such force that your body bounced on the mattress.

“On all fours and spread those legs wide for me”.

You felt overwhelmed. This, until then unknown, version of Nick had your knees trembling with adrenaline, need, and excitement. You couldn’t think straight, let alone move, and he seemed to notice because the next thing he did was ask: “Tomato?” Worry was written all over his sapphire eyes

“No, sir. I’m good”

Relief briefly crossed Nick’s features before his cold demeanor came back to the surface “Are you fucking deaf then? I told you on.all.fours!” He pulled you up in a doggy position as his chest covered your naked back.

“I’m s-sorry, sir. I’m just…overwhelmed”

“Aww, we didn’t even start yet and she’s already overwhelmed, how sweet.” Nick mocked “It’s alright, angel. The only thing you have to do is keep that pussy spread wide open for me. You don’t need to be conscious to do that, silly” He chuckled as his hand pushed your head further down on the mattress. Nick’s left hand caressed your spread-out ass cheeks before his fingers came down to your soaked center.

Nick’s fingers pushed the white lace to the side and toyed with your entrance, circling your opening before two fingers slid into your void.

He thrust his fingers slowly for the first minute “Now that we warmed up that tight little pussy, let’s see how much she can take it”

The soft pacing of his fingers changed in a second. The slow, sweet, and caring pace got replaced by a relentless one.

Nick’s fingers moved at an inhuman pace, crooking at the right places, seeping further in whenever your knees failed beneath you. The sounds filling up the room, which would make your cheeks feel hot with embarrassment any time, now only caused your arousal to build up.

Nick pulled back and watched as your wetness slowly dripped from your lips down to the sheets.

“Oh what a good little toy you are for me, angel. Just look at how much that pussy is drooling for me right now” Nick pushed his fingers out slowly, and the thick, white cream that covered his digits made him growl “Fuck me, she’s creaming too?! Damn, I’m a lucky son of a bitch” A wide smirk took over his lips as he leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“Do you want me to show you, angel? Here, I’ll show you”

Nick pulled back and reached for his phone in his back pocket. He opened the camera app and put it on the video setting before pressing the red button on the screen.

“Just look at how much of a good little slut Mrs. Jackson is” He kept the phone aiming at your soaked core as his fingers dipped in and out. “Would you look at that? She’s soaking wet, tight like a sweet little virgin, and now dripping with cream. And all of that’s just from having two fingers inside that little cunt. Imagine what a dick will do to her”.

Nick pressed stop on the screen and tossed the phone at you.

“There you go, angel. Watch that” He giggled and aimed his tip against your entrance. Nick entered you with one sharp thrust as your eyes kept glued to his phone screen, watching the short homemade porn. A loud moan escaped your lips at both the sight on the screen and the feeling of your husband buried so deep inside you.

“Fuck” You whined lowly, and Nick’s lips came to rest on your ear shell once again.

“See? Choosing the predictable boy has its perks, doesn’t it, my angel? Now, be a good girl, keep that pussy warm and wet for me, and when I tell you ‘go’, press play on the screen and put the phone on the nightstand aiming at us, ok? I wanna get best angle possible”

#nick jackson x reader #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson smut #nick jackson #young bucks imagine #the young bucks #young bucks #masochist writes

[grayson-baller]

OOOO could i request nick jackson with 13 and 39 from the kink list? 💌

Nick Jackson -- Headcanon

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 605

pairing: fem!reader & Nick Jackson

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masterlist: ++

tags: @bungleinthe-jungle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13 @wickedval

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prompts:

kink:

13 - Degradation

39 - Against A Wall

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“You like being used don’t you, bobcat?” One rough hand gripped your hip, sure you’d have little bruises on your soft flesh. “My perfect little slut, nothing more than a little toy for me to play with, isn’t she?”

You turned your head to look at him—your husband—as a grin tipped your lips upward in a grin.

Husband. That had been so new the ink hadn’t dried yet. It was hours after your ceremony and reception, and the moment the hotel door closed, Nick had you pressed against the wall.

Tomorrow you’d leave for a quick honeymoon, knowing time away was hard. Not that you were complaining, you had him here, now. Just like this, the two of you celebrating.

Clothing had rapidly been discarded, forgotten about as he stripped you bare. His mouth trailed hot kisses over your body, his praise a mix of sweet words mixing with his usual filthy words.

You were both his good girl and his little slut in the same breath. Which, you loved. That man was under your skin, as deeply enrooted in you as could be. The man you were going to spend your life with. The man that was the love of your life.

His lips pressed against your neck, biting down on your collarbone. You gasped at the sensation, his tongue darting over to lick away the briefest sting of pain.

Not that you were complaining. He was right. You loved when he used you like this. He was a lethal combination of a filthy mouth paired with the best dick you ever had filling you up.

His hips thrust forward, pining you to the wall. You were wrapped between him and the wall, helpless to go anywhere.

His hand left your hip, grabbing you by your throat. “Tell me then, bobcat.” His rough voice spoke, mixed with his grunts. He squeezed your throat gently, a low whine falling from your lips. “That mouth of your is good for more than just sucking me off, isn’t it?”

Your body was wrecked already, shaking and close to the edge. You’d take everything he had to give you though, you’d take it, and beg for more.

“I do,” you spoke, repeating words you had said hours before. He grinned at that, giving your throat another gentle squeeze. “I love it.”

He groaned. “Fucking filthy little thing, aren’t you, bobcat?” He let go of your throat, hand snaking down your body, between your legs. “Fucking wet little mess, nothing more than a hole for me to use.”

His fingers found your clit, thumb stroking over it gently. You mewled at the sensation, head lopping to the side. “Y…yes,” you whimpered, clawing at his arm. “More. Please, I need more.”

“Greedy girl.” Nick chuckled. His thumb swirled around your clit a few times. “My little slut needs more, hmm?” He thrust into you once more, hips snapping forward. “Just a hole for me to fill. Tell me, baby. Tell me you are just a hole for me to use.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at those lewd words, heat rushing to your cheeks. The sweet man you married, mixed with the dominant side in the bedroom. You loved every fucking second.

“I’m just a hole.” You whined, rocking your hips forward against him, trying to get more. Anything to push you over the edge. “Promise. I’m just your hole. Please—don’t stop. Please.”

His thumb swiped over your clit again, the pace quickening. “Fuck,” he groaned. “So fucking sexy when you know your place. That’s it, bobcat. Come for me, just like the pretty little toy you are.”

#aew imagine #aew smut #Nick Jackson smut #Nick Jackson imagine

[smartycvnt]

Pouty Boy

Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader Prompt: "You're cute when you're jealous."

You stood with your back against the bar as you looked for Nick. He had gone out on the dance floor with Matt and Kenny. They had been granted one more PPV match against Death Triangle for the trios titles and come away victorious. It had been like a nonstop party backstage until the venue staff made everyone clear out. Tony had paid for a bus to cart around all of the rowdy wrestlers who wanted to continue letting the party go on. You were certain that you had even seen your boss among those partying the hardest, not that you expected anything else.

"A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be all by herself all night. Where's your boytoy at?" Jake Hager was among the last of the roster that you wanted bothering you. He had been a thorn in your side for years now, dating all the way back to his nationalist bullshit gimmick as Jack Swagger. Whenever he had been signed to the company on Jericho's recommendation, you had begun counting your days until your contract was up. Now you weren't as eager to leave, but now you had Nick, which you didn't before.

"What are you doing up here? Isn't there a frozen food aisle somewhere without a shirtless degenerate taking pictures in it?" you asked him. Jake laughed it off, but you could see the anger set in his jaw a little. That was going to be your strategy to get him to leave you alone. As much of an asshole as he was, you doubted he'd lay a finger on you with all of these guys around to see it. Jake may have been able to take a few of them, but not all at once. You just had to piss him off enough for him to leave you alone for the rest of the night.

"Don't just lurk in my pics babygirl, feel free to leave a comment or two. I wouldn't mind sliding in your DMs," Jake said. You stared at him for a moment wondering whether or not he was joking, but then you remembered he wasn't funny enough to joke like that. You turned away from him a little, but he did not take the hint. Jake put his arm around your shoulders, which was when you saw Nick suddenly appear in front of you. "Nick, hey man, congratulations on winning tonight. JAS is really gonna love getting to take those titles off you guys soon. I actually think Chris is talking to Tony about it now."

"I hope you're in the match. Maybe if I break your nose badly enough someone will mistake you for a real fighter. Come on Y/n, let's get out of here," Nick said. He made a show of acting disgusted as he moved Jake's hand off of you. You would never go for a guy like that in a million years, but Nick didn't seem to know that. He wasn't an overly jealous guy, but you could see the pout on his lips as the two of you stepped outside. "The nerve of some people. Couldn't he see that you weren't interested? Someone really ought to kick his ass."

"Keep the fighting in the ring please. We don't need you suspended again right after winning the belts," you told him. Nick nodded in agreement, but you could tell that he was still tense. There was a little sea of rage in those usually loving blue eyes that you had gotten used to staring into. "Relax, I have no interest in anybody who would ever align themselves with such a pompous ass. I may flash a little smile here and there to some of the guys backstage, but it's only because you're cute when you're jealous."

"Hey, that's not fair!" Nick whined. You gave him a quick pat on the butt as you started walking faster to pull ahead of him on the sidewalk.

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[omegahime]

— 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

⋆ - smut | ° - fluff | ˑ - angst

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[elitehunter]

Nick Jackson: Better Than Anyone I've Ever Met

Pairing: Nick Jackson x OFC

Summary: She meets Nick when she's just the new kid in class and a Cosmic Brownie seals their friendship. But in the years that followed, as her feelings towards him became more than friendly, decisions had to be made. Admit how she feels or protect her heart. OR Five times Nick Jackson told his best friend she was the best and the one time he puts his money where his mouth is.

Rating: G Word Count: 5,759 Warnings: teenage boys/men in general being a bit clueless Notes: Written for 2023 series of Bingo Card Prompts. All requests are full but the card is here for anyone interested. See end notes when you're done for a special question. Prompt: “You're the best.”

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[dirtywresling102]

Could you do Nick Jackson x f! Reader? Maybe he wants to propose but everything goes wrong?

Pairing: Nick Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Proposal gone wrong, Sad Nick, rain, teenage boys lowkey being annoying?

Imagines: Open

You looked so beautiful in Nicks eyes as the two of you walked down the beach. You laughed and kicked the sand around with your bare feet as he held onto your shoes.

Today was the day he was going to pop the question. Nick got some time off work so he could take you out on a nice vacation at a resort in the Bahama's. You both deserved it.

You stared off into the distance of the ocean, back facing Nick. Nick cleared his throat. "Y/N, I have something important to ask." He spoke up as he dug into his pocket and before he could even get down on one knee he heard someone from the beach yelling.

"Get inside! Get inside! The storm is coming!"

Nick realized what you were staring at, large dark clouds rolled in above them and fast. "Come on baby, lets go back to the hotel." You turned around, grabbing onto his hand and guided him back to the lobby.

Nick pulled his hand from his pocket, his heart thumping.

So the beach was a bust as the heavy rain came down and thunder boomed in the sky above. This was still a beautiful hotel. You both were already in your swim suits so Nick decided to take you to the pool that had a tiki bar in the middle of it. No one was in sight but the bartender, this was perfect.

"Y/N?" Nick cleared his throat, digging into his pocket as you were sitting in on a bench by the tiki bar. "I really need to ask-"

"Cannon ball!"

You and Nick looked over to see a bunch of young boys rushing to the pool only to jump in making water splash you and Nick. You laughed as you splashed the boys who were splashing each other.

"What did you want to ask, Nick?" You looked at your boyfriend only to frown. Nick's face was bright red, you could tell he was gritting his teeth by the way his claw clenched.

"Nothing. I'm going back to the room."

You watched Nick get out of the pool, leaving the pool area and down the hall. "I wondered what he wanted to ask me." You shrugged. "Bartender, a cocktail please." You waved at the worker with a smile.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

May i request a Matthew and Nicholas Jackson x reader fic? Possibly she is related to another wrestler and they are obsessed woth her and try to win her over?

The Final Show

Main Masterlist (Mentions of Smut) word count 4K

Matthew and Nicholas Jackson X Fem Reader (who is Sting's daughter)

Summary: With Sting’s last match coming up the Young Bucks resort to mind games to get the upper hand against Darby Allin and Sting. After going after Sting’s sons, The Young Bucks meet Y/n for the first time who is Sting’s daughter. The Bucks become obsessed with Y/n and end up fighting on who gets to go out with her. What happens when it becomes too much when Y/n is forced to pick between the two brothers? 

An: This took me a hot minute but I hope you like it. I kept switching points of views so I hope it’s not too confusing. I wanted to make this more detailed but it would be so long and I wanted to keep this as one part. Anyway hope you enjoy it! 

Revolution was quickly approaching and for some reason, Darby Allin and Sting still wouldn’t take us seriously. Although we didn’t want to do this we knew there was simply no other option. We had to get in their heads. As Sting was celebrating in the ring with his sons after becoming AEW tag team champions Nick and I attacked the men from behind. We beat all four men to a bloody pulp. Security tried to pry us off of Sting; but it was simply no use. As Nick and I made our escape through the crowd we got into an argument with a blond woman in the front row. She had blond curly hair and gorgeous green eyes I could get lost in. As beautiful as she was, she was acting like a total bitch. She yelled at us for attaching the men who now lied in a puddle of their own blood in the ring. Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about her. I asked security to find out more about this woman and I almost threw up in my mouth when I found out she was Sting’s daughter. 

“Remember that girl we saw in the front row?” I asked Nick as he was currently pacing around our office. “What about her? Are you going to try and sleep with her or something?” Nick asked me. “Yes and no. I was asking around and apparently, that’s Sting’s daughter!” “What? You saw her she’s gorgeous. No way in hell she’s his daughter!” I thought the same thing, she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, she looked nothing like Sting. “Apparently her name is Y/n. She will be at Sting’s final match. I was thinking what if we use her to get in Sting’s head?” I told my brother, hoping he would get my plan. “Are you sure you’re trying to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head or to get in your pants?” Truth be told, I was trying to play mind games with our opponents but sleeping with her would be a bonus point. 

As I was exiting the arena I surprisingly ran into Y/n. “Y/n! Wait up” I called to her. As she turned to see who called her it was almost like everything turned into slow motion. She spun so elegantly, her hair flowed gracefully. I was hypnotized by her beauty. My trance was broken when she called out “What the fuck do you want Jackson?!” Oh god, she was mad. “I just wanted to properly introduce myself, I think we started off on the wrong foot” The look on her face told me what I needed to know. She didn’t want to talk to me, especially after what I did. “Well as you know my name is Matthew Jackson and I am an executive vice president of all elite wrestling. I was wondering if uh…” I looked like an idiot standing here, I was rambling random nonsense making a complete fool out of myself. All Y/n did was stare at me like the big dumb idiot I am. Just then, as if the gods from above sent me a way to escape this awful interaction Saraya approached the two of us, dragging Y/n away from me. “There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Let’s go already, I’m starving” Saraya said as she was practically dragging Y/n away from me. Just then she turned around giving me a nasty look saying “Stay away from her Jackson, she’s mine!” 

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That night as I returned to my hotel room I still couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. As I showered all I could think of was having her pressed up against the shower wall. My mind was filled with dirty fantasies, they were so strong. I tossed and turned in my sleep, all I wanted was her lying there next to me. Not necessarily in a dirty way but I wanted to hold her in my arms as she slept. I didn’t understand the chokehold she had on me, I had known her for all of five minutes and now I sat picturing the two of us as a happy married couple with four children. She even invaded my dreams, she wouldn't get out of my head. 

***

“Good morning sunshine, I made you breakfast in bed!” I opened my eyes to be greeted by my gorgeous beautiful wife. “Baby, you shouldn't have. I’m the one that is supposed to be making you breakfast in bed, you are the pregnant one” I told her “Well, I just wanted to remind you of how much I love you Matthew!” “I love you too Y/n!” The two of us exchanged a sweet kiss before I felt a kick. “Did you feel that! He kicked” I told Y/n excitedly" “I know, little Darby sure is a kicker” “Darby?” “Yeah, we agreed to call him Darby. Don’t you remember? You said we could call him Darby to remember him after the accident?” “The accident?” “Yeah, when you and Nicholas attacked him and my father in the ring. You KILLED them? Remember? You Destroyed my family, my life. I know you apologized and I forgave you but the least you can do is name our son after him?” 

I shot out of my bed in a cold sweat. I was struggling to breathe, what the fuck kind of messed up dream was that? Like what the fuck? 

***

I was in the middle of a peaceful slumber when I was rudely awoken by my cell phone. I checked the time and then my phone. Why was my brother calling me this late? I was almost three in the morning for god's sake, this better be important. 

“Matt you need to calm down, it was just a dream” I was trying to comfort my brother after he told me the weird nightmare he just had. How would he react if I told him that I was also dreaming of Y/n. My dream however was not fucked up, it was peacefull, calming, perfect. 

Y/n stood in the middle of a beautiful flowerfield wearing a beautiful white gown. She danced around the field without a care in the world. The two of us were alone; it was the two of us against the world. 

Once I was able to calm Matt down enough I tried to go back to sleep but was unsuccessful. After twisting and turning I decided I would look online to try and find out more information about Y/n. I was able to find out that she was 30 years old, lived in California and worked as an artist. Her art gallery was surprisingly a half hour from my house so I assumed she lived close to me. The work she did was magnificent, not only did she paint the most beautiful pieces I’d ever seen but she also used other mediums such as sculpting, sketching, and she even had a very impressive digital art collection. Knowing that I would be sure to bring it up the next time I saw her. Maybe I could ask her to make me something? I was pretty confident my interaction with her would go better than the one with my brother. 

I knew this would be a bad idea. Today I would ‘stumble’ into Y/n’s art gallery and shoot my shot. I walked into Y/n’s gallery and it was even more beautiful than the pictures online. The inside smelt like vanilla and white sage, the walls were scattered with different forms of art media and sculptures. As I admired the work on the walls I heard a familiar voice ask “Hi there, do you need help with anything or are you just browsing?” As I turned to face her I saw the shocked expression on Y/n’s face. “Oh Hi Nick!” I could feel myself blush. “Hi Y/n, I didn’t know you worked here?” I tried to play dumb but I was scared she could see right through me. “Yeah, actually this is my gallery” She said with a smile on her face. “Really? I had no idea you were an artist” “Yeah, well..there a lot you don’t know about me” I could tell by the look in her eyes that the smile on her face was genuine. I felt as if I was dreaming, I might be delusional but was she flirting with me? “Oh really?” I asked “I’m surprised Sting never mentioned he had a daughter that was an artist. I didn’t even know he had a daughter. Your work is beautiful.” “Thank you! He probably didn’t mention it because he still thinks this is a phase and not a real job. He still sees me as the ‘starving artist’ who can’t afford rent when I’m making more than he is.” I listened carefully to every word Y/n said, I studied her features as she spoke. The more I thought about it the more I got why Sting never mentioned Y/n before. She was absolutely gorgeous, those freaks backstage would throw themselves at her. Just then I almost choked when Y/n said “I’m actually thinking of closing up early today. Do you want to grab a few drinks later?” I didn’t drink, but how was Y/n supposed to know that. “I’d love to but I don’t drink, '' I told her. “Oh- well I make a good mocktail?” Make a good mocktail? Was she going to make me a drink? Was I going to her house? “Sure! I’d love that” “Perfect, put in your number and I’ll send you my address” I nervously put my number in Y/n’s phone, reading the numbers over and over again to make sure I put in the right thing. Once Y/n sent me her address I noticed that she only lived a few houses down from me. “That’s crazy, I live a few houses down from you!” “Really?” “Yeah really!” “Small world. I’ll see you in a hour? I just have to close everything up” “I’ll see you then!” 

***

I felt like a nervous teenager that was going on his first date with his crush as I approached Y/n’s house. It still blew my mind that she lived only a few doors down this whole time. How did we never run into each other before? I decided I would walk to the large corner house I had grown to love. It was massive, the whole property gated off with a security guard at the driveway. 

(An: Here are some pics of the inside of the house!)

I always imagined what this house would look like on the inside and now here I was with the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. As I walked into the house I felt like I had been transported back 50 years. The exterior of Y/n’s house was all modern but the inside looked like a 70s LA time capsule. My eyes were drawn to the massive conversation pit I could spot from the entrance. Everything was carpet, the decor was vintage but had many modern pieces that tied in beautifully. “Your house is gorgeous' ' I told Y/n “Thank you, I loved LA in the 70s. I wasn’t born but I have always been fascinated with the artichture from that era. When I saw this house on the market I knew I needed it but the outside was practically falling apart so I basically built another house around it to prevent these old walls from collapsing.” 

Y/n and I spent the whole evening talking and listening to old records. I was able to find out so much about her. How she moved out at 18 to Los Angeles with no support from her father. How she was no contact with her family for years as she tried to make it on her own in the big city. It looked like Y/n did quite well for herself. We talked for hours and I felt myself falling harder in love with her with every sentence she said. “Can I ask you something?” I asked Y/n as she put on a new record “Sure” “Do you hate me?” “Why would I hate you? I invited you over to my house?” “But I attacked your father and Darby?” “I’m over it. I was mad at first but I remembered he was kinda a jerk to me my whole life so. I was more mad you attacked my brothers. They were the only ones who actually cared about me. Tell your brother I’m sorry for yelling at him”  “So you don’t hate us?” “Nope” Well, that’s a sigh of relief. 

When I finally left Y/n’s I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling that washed over. God Matt was going to be so jealous. 

**

“What do you mean you went over to her house for drinks? You don’t even drink!!” I yelled at Nick. “She offered so I wasn’t going to be rude. And by the way, she makes a delicious mocktail.” I couldn't believe my own brother went behind my back when he knew I was the one who had a crush on Y/n. He said he didn’t even like her in that way. “I can’t believe you” “What? Is someone jealous?” “You know I am” “Well if it makes you feel better she said she isn’t mad at you and she wanted me to tell you she’s sorry for yelling at you the other day” Atleast Y/n wasn’t mad at me but I was still mad that she was all over my brother when she should be all over me. “I don’t care, I’m still mad at you” “It’s not my fault I stumbled into her gallery. It’s also not my fault she lives four houses down from me.” “WHAT?” “Yeah she lives on the corner. You know the house that always has security outside? That one” Okay, this wasn’t fair, he had the upper hand here. I didn’t fully believe him though. No way he ‘stumbled’ into her gallery. “You said you didn’t even like Y/n in that way!” “Maybe I changed my mind?” 

There was no way the both of us could have her. It could only be one of us. Nick and I decided we would have a little friendly competition to see who could win Y/n over. She would have to be the one to pick. 

***

“Okay, they are officially obsessed with you” Saraya told me as she pointed out yet another gift Matt had left me. “It’s a problem. They want me to pick between the two of them” I told Saraya. Saraya had been my best friend for years, we met when I designed a jacket for her when she first started out as a wrestler. I thought it was cute that Matt and Nick both had crushes on me but it got creepy fast when they wouldn't leave me alone. If I had to choose, I would choose Nick but if I did that I’m pretty sure Matt would jump off a bridge. “I don’t even know what to do Raya. They are actually driving me insane.” “Do you want me to say something?” “No, no I’ll talk to Nick. I actually like him but I don’t know if I want to go out with him with all of this going on.” “Well, Revolution is approaching soon. Maybe this whole thing will die down after that?” “Hopefully” 

****

I felt in my gut that what Matt and I were doing was causing more harm than good. We both wanted Y/n but what if after this she wanted none of us. I sat in my hotel room contemplating calling Y/n to try and apologize for everything but just as I was about to I heard a knock at my door. I went to open it and was shocked to see Y/n on the other end. “Can I come in?” she asked “Of course” I told her as I ushered her in the room. I could tell just by looking at her that something was wrong. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything that’s been going on recently. It’s gone too far and it needs to stop. We put you in a difficult position making you choose between us and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that Matt won’t stop bombarding you with gifts and calls. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this when you should be savouring these last moments with Sting in AEW.” I truly felt bad about everything. I thought about giving up and letting Matt have her but anyone with eyes could tell that Y/n wasn’t interested in Matt. 

“That’s actually what I came here to talk about. Look, Nick I do like you, I really do. Like a lot. The thing is Matt would go insane if he found out-” “He doesn’t need to know, it can be our little secret” “Nick, he would find out eventually. I don’t think it’s worth it. You two should stop obsessing over me and be focusing on your big match tomorrow. Whether you win or lose please do me a favor and make that match amazing. Even though I don’t have the best relationship with my father he deserves a big sendoff.” Y/n was right, this whole thing started with Sting and it was going to end with Sting. 

I noticed the tears start to form in Y/n’s eyes and I was quick to hold her close. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “It’s not your fault” “Yes it is. I just really like you Y/n. I have never met anyone that makes me feel the things I feel when I’m around you. When I saw you for the first time I knew I needed to know more about you, I needed you in my life in any form. After that night at the gallery I couldn't stop thinking about you. I don’t care about what Matt will do, I don’t care how Darby and Sting will probably murder me once they find out. All I care about is spending time with you. This doesn’t have to be a romantic thing but I need you in my life Y/n. As crazy as it sounds I think I’m in love with you” Shit, did I just admit that I loved her. Great job Nick, you scared her off. 

“I think I love you too,” Y/n admitted. It was so quiet I almost missed it. “Really?” “Really”     

I was at a loss of words, I didn’t know what to say so I kissed her. It was a delicate kiss but it would end up leading to much more. I didn’t intend to make love to her that night but fate had other plans. I had never experienced something like this in my entire life. Sure I had sex before, I fucked many women but I never quite made love before. This was passionate, delicate, it was filled with so many different raw emotions I couldn't even explain it. We cried, we laughed, we did everything in between and I knew that I would do anything for that woman. I would fight for us, I would do anything and everything if it meant I could have the honor to make such beautiful love to her. It was like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half. 

I felt safe, I felt at peace, this was my new home and I was grateful to be allowed inside. 

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I was still dreaming, that the universe was playing a cruel joke on me. But this wasn’t a dream, it was my new reality. The woman of my dreams lay next to me looking even more beautiful than she did the day I first met her. The sunlight shined on her sleeping body making her look like a goddess. Even though my body and mind was still filled with lust in the back of my mind I couldn't stop thinking about the things I would do to Sting tonight. I would end that man’s career. I would leave him lying in a puddle of his own blood, his lifeless body in the middle of the ring. Y/n would watch the whole thing, I would make sure of it. I wanted to break her heart, her soul just so at the end of the night I could make love to her and put it all back together. Sure Matt was the one that really loved her but I loved her in my own way. I loved the way she looked underneath me with tears in her eyes. I loved how she made me feel. The plan was always to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head right? That was our goal, fuck her and get in her head. Teach her that Sting is the bad guy, make her ours. 

It’s not my fault that Matt fell completely in love with her. I couldn't blame her, she truly was the most gorgeous woman I had ever met in my life. I just got to her first. I would have her brainwashed to serve me as her master. As much as I loved Y/n at the end of the day business is business. I hope she will forgive me for all of this. A part of me did truly feel bad but this was all Sting's fault. If he just took Matt and me seriously to begin with this would have never happened in the first place. I placed a delicate kiss on Y/n’s shoulder blade as I whispered in her ear “I’m sorry baby, I love you so much but I am going to kill Sting”

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The One Where They Fall in Love

Pairing: Basketball Player!Nick Jackson x Basketball Dancer!reader

Category: Fluff/Minor Angst if you squint

Word count: 4,423

Summary: Your dancing dream comes true when you make the Lakers dance team. As the basketball season begins, you’re excited to win the hearts of the crowd but you weren’t expecting to win the heart of a blue eyed Clippers player.

Warnings: Swearing

Idea from: @mrsmatt ❤️

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You made it! You couldn’t believe you made the team! Your dream was coming true right before your eyes. You were officially a Laker Girl! You read the team list over and over thinking your eyes were playing tricks on you, and you were thrilled they weren’t.

You and the rest of the girls that made the team were called back onto the court by the head coach to discuss the rules and to receive information packets detailing what you would need to purchase and what was provided along with any other important information. As you took a seat, you noticed the girls around you were just as excited, showcasing massive smiles. Some of the girls were clutching each others hands and arms, overwhelmed with joy.

The head coach called for everyone’s attention to welcome and congratulate all of you for making the team. She continued with going over things that were of the utmost importance such as the date and time for the first practice, the attire you were to wear to practice, and so on. As she spoke, the assistant coach passed out the information packets with more detailed information as well as contact information if questions arose after you left.

Once the meeting was over, you and the rest of the newly minted Laker Girls exited your seats. The closer you neared the door to exit the basketball court and enter the lobby you heard multiple male voices grow louder and louder as they neared. Sure enough a wave of men entered through another door nearby. You watched as the LA Lakers flooded the court, basketballs in hands of numerous players.

You were so caught up in watching the men divide into groups that you clearly weren’t watching where you were going thus almost getting ran over by one of the players. You stumbled and began to brace yourself for the inevitable fall but pair of strong hands caught you before you hit the floor. You looked up to see who your savior was. He was tall, a mess of brown and blond curls, blue eyes, and an athletic build. He was handsome no doubt.

“Are you okay?” Your savior asked, concerned evident in his eyes and his voice.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thank you for catching me. I wasn’t paying attention.” You confessed to the mystery man.

The man helped you stand upright and that’s when he noticed your clothing. You were in the required clothes for the Laker Girls tryout — a black crop top with black shorts and your audition number still pinned to your shorts. “You tried out for the dance team. How’d it go?” He questioned.

“It was great! I made the team! You’re looking at one of the newest member of the Laker Girls!” You we’re still thrilled and honored to have been good enough to be selected for the team. You worked your ass of this day. You were on your high school and college dance teams as well as an all-star team that competed in competitions across the west coast.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!” The man smiled, clearly happy for you. He could tell how excited you were and it was a contagious feeling.

“Thanks—” You cut yourself off not knowing the mystery man’s name.

“Kenny.” He smiled sticking his hand out. You accepted his hand for a handshake.

“Y/N.” You introduced yourself. “I guess I’ll being seeing you around. I’d like to chat some more but your coach is giving me an annoyed look. Have a great practice!” You called to him as you jogged to the door.

Over the next couple months, you and the rest of the girls practiced your skills and techniques before moving on to practice the first routine for the upcoming basketball season. You were overjoyed to receive your uniform, the purple and gold colors always caught your eye and became your favorite color scheme from an early age.

Fast forward to the first game of the season. You were nervous as were the rest of the new team members, but you knew once you got out there and the music hit you would be fine.

Basketball was a sport you grew up loving the way you loved dancing. You remembered back in high school you had tried out for basketball and dance. You had made both teams and were ecstatic but unfortunately when basketball season rolled around you were forced to choose between your passions. You were devastated when both head coaches sat you down to deliver the news. You knew you should have known but you hoped there was a way it would work out. Dancing was your first love, then came along basketball so you chose to dance. You loved expressing yourself through dance more than anything. It was therapeutic for you. You were so happy to have made that decision otherwise you wouldn’t be a Laker Girl.

Standing in the designated area for the Laker Girls, you watched the game begin. The Lakers were kicking off the season against the Clippers. You examined the opposing team’s players as they warmed up when one particular player caught your eye. He had long light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. You watched as he warmed up, never missing a single shot. It didn’t matter where he was on the court, he would always make the shot. You also noticed another player that looked very similar to him. This man had gorgeous dark brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were twins or not but you could tell they were definitely related in some way.

You finally tore your eyes away from the Clippers and over to your team. You observed them warm up like you did the Clippers. Your eyes searched for your good friend Kenny. When your eyes finally landed on him, he had just made a layup causing you to smile.

Kenny could feel eyes on him and when he turned his head in the direction he sensed someone looking at him, he smiled wide and gave you a little wave to which you returned.

Shortly after that, the game was starting. You watched in anticipation as the score for both teams increased rapidly. You cheered for your team but a little louder for Kenny.

Kenny had became a good friend over the past several months, helping you get to and from practice some days when your schedules were similar or when your car was getting worked on. You were thankful that he was so nice to you. Some of his teammates were intimidating. On the off chances you both had a free day, you would get together and play a little game of one on one or you would attempt to teach him your routine for the game. It was fun and carefree friendship that you had been lacking since moving to Los Angeles from your hometown.

The intensity of the game continued. The Lakers would make a shot then so would the Clippers. The back and forth continued all the way up to halftime.

The buzzer sounded signaling halftime and both teams began making their way to their respective locker rooms while the Clippers Spirit made their way onto the court for their performance. You and your teammates took a seat and watched on as the music began to play. They were good — really good. By the time they were finished, you were in awe of the routine. You were the first of the Laker Girls to clap and even cheer in appreciation of the performance, your fellow team members following suit.

Making your way onto the court, you felt your nerves attempt to get you flustered. The girl to your left, Mackenzie, who had became a good friend, patted your shoulder and gave you an encouraging smile. Mackenzie was a third year Laker Girl and had essentially taken you under her wing. You were beyond grateful for her guidance and support.

Before you knew it, the music began playing and the routine flowed through your body. You didn’t even have to think about what was next, it was second nature to you. You reveled in the crowd’s excitement and cheers as the climax of the routine hit. This was one of the countless reasons you loved dancing, hearing the roar of the crowd and seeing the joy on their faces. You also loved to tell a story through dancing.

As you and the girls were dancing, the Clippers players were making their way towards the court, stopping short to let the routine finish. The two players you noticed durning warmups were near the front of the group. You were too focused on dancing to notice them, much less notice the blue eyed one had his eyes locked on you the remainder of the dance. The brown eyed man nudged him with a knowing look. “Let me guess, you’re going to ask Kenny about her aren’t you?”

The blue eyed man attempted to hide a blush at getting called out. “Am I that obvious?” He had hoped not.

“If you have to ask then you already know the answer.” The brown eyed player chuckled.

Finally the music was drawing to a close and you were excited for the ending pose. It was one of your favorites. The pose was a sassy one that you found yourself practicing every chance you got. You and the girls hit the sass filled pose right when the music cut off. Your smile only grew bigger as the crowd erupted into applause and cheers.

The two Clippers players from earlier clapped along with the crowd. They were both impressed with you and saw the love and joy you felt durning what they saw of the routine.

Kenny and the rest of the Lakers had witnessed the ending of the dance as well. The whole team showed their love and support for ‘their girls’ as they liked to refer to the dancers. You thought it was cute and so did a bunch of the other girls which led to all of you calling the basketball team ‘our boys’. You learned from Kenny that the players were surprised by that but ultimately loved it.

As both teams filled the court once again, the two Clippers players from earlier caught your eye for second time. The blue eyed one had been looking in your direction when you locked eyes with him. He was quick to look away and shoot a three-pointer that sailed through the air and went in with a swish. You weren’t sure if he was attempting to impress you or what but you were having trouble taking your eyes off him. The brown eyed man stood next to his fellow teammate and went for the same shot, only his came up just short. That’s when you noticed through the men’s long hair that they had the same last name — Jackson. The blue eyed one’s jersey said N. Jackson and the other man’s said M. Jackson. They had to be brothers you concluded, they looked too much alike to not be.

Once the few minutes of warmups were done, the game resumed. The score showed 58-60 with the Clippers in the lead by two points. You didn’t know if you were prepared for the game to continue, but you clearly didn’t have choice in the matter.

The second half of the game was back and forth once more. The scoreboard was constantly changing the score as the game progressed. The Lakers would gain two points then the Clippers would gain three points. Moments later the Lakers would gain three points then the Clippers would gain two. It was a constant nail biting battle between the two teams. This is the kind of game you loved despite how stressed you always became.

Down to the last minute on the clock of the game, one of the Clippers players had the ball and went in for a layup but passed the ball to a teammate who then passed the ball to the blue eyed man, N. Jackson when he was open. He was at the top of the court and took his chance, it was a last ditch effort to score the win. It was as if time slowed down as the ball left his hands and soared through the air. The clock was ticking away, down to the final few seconds. Swish! The buzzer sounded one second later.

You let out a sigh of disappointment for your team, but strangely enough, you were kind of… happy? You were really confused by this because your team lost, but you were happy that the cute blue eyed man won the game for his team. Yeah, he’s cute but I have no clue who he is or much less met the man.

You watched as the Lakers congratulated the Clippers. That’s when you notice Kenny talking to the two Jacksons. You observed them for a few minutes. They must be friends with the way they’re smiling and laughing together. Your people watching was interrupted when Mackenzie waved her hand in front of your face.

“Sorry.” You apologized, fighting a blush you knew was creeping up as you felt your cheeks begin to feel hot.

She laughed softly. “We’re dismissed if you want to go talk to the lucky guy.” She turned her head in the direction you were looking. “Which one is he?”

“There’s something about the blue eyed man in the Clippers jersey.” You confessed, tearing your eyes away from him to see Mackenzie’s reaction.

She was grinning, shaking her head. “He’s been eyeing you ever since we finished our dance at halftime. Honestly, he gets this awestruck look on his face every time his eyes land on you.” Mackenzie gabbed your arm and began tugging you in the trios direction. “I want to witness the moment that you meet so I can tell the story at your wedding.” She mischievously grinned. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics and let her pull you towards Kenny and his friends. You had no idea what you were going to say, honestly it didn’t even matter because you just knew Mackenzie would do the talking for you. She had set you up on a handful of dates but none ever worked out. You hoped this would be different.

As you and Mackenzie were making your way across the court, Kenny locked eyes with you as he had been scanning the room and waved the pair of you over. “I think he was looking for you.” Mackenzie stated. You rolled your eyes because obviously he was but chose not to say anything.

“Hey girls. We were just talking about going out in about an hour to grab some food.” Kenny explained. “You girls want to join us? The more the merrier.” He was hoping to entice you to join them in hopes you and his friend would hit it off.

“Oh! Well that’s sweet but Mackenzie and I already—” You were cut off by Mackenzie.

“We would love to!” She beamed.

“Great! We’ll meet you by the front doors.” Kenny spoke, subtly giving a knowing smile to Mackenzie. He knew she picked up on the plan and probably had her own ready to put into play.

About an hour later you and your friend met the boys at the discussed spot, and fifteen minutes later the five of you were at a hole in the wall restaurant. Once at your table, Mackenzie and Kenny were quick to make sure you and the blue eyed N. Jackson were sitting side by side. Despite still not knowing his name or his teammates name, you gave them a welcoming smile and took the opportunity to introduce yourself.

The two men did the same, friendly smiles on both their faces. You learned the brown eyed male’s name is Matt and the blue eyed cutie you’ve been eyeing is named Nick. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were lit up, a beautiful shade of blue, eyes you could definitely get lost in.

Kenny was quick to notice how Nick looked at you. He was awestruck before, but this time, he was in a trance of sorts, his gaze never leaving your face. Matt and Kenny shared a look and shortly after, Matt kicked Nick’s leg under the table, grabbing his attention. Nick wasn’t pleased with the action, shooting his brother a glare. Matt wasn’t phased and gestured for Nick to make conversation with you. The younger brother nodded, taking a breath and psyching himself up.

Nick prayed he wouldn’t sound stupid and turn you off to him. “How… umm… long have you been dancing?” That didn’t sound as awkward as he anticipated. He watched as your eyes lit up, indicating he asked the right question.

As you went on a long spiel about how your love for dancing came to be, Nick was hooked. You had his full attention as he listened intently, chiming in when he felt it was appropriate. The pair of you were so absorbed into the conversation that you failed to realize your friends had slipped away from the table, successfully executing their plan of getting the infatuated couple together or at least giving them privacy.

It wasn’t until Nick asked Matt a question that the two of you looked around the table when Matt failed to give a response. The table was empty, no sign of your friends to be found as you searched the restaurant. That’s when it hits you. They wanted to set you and Nick up. “Since we’ve been ditched, anything you want to do? Just the two of us?” You asked, turning your head to look at the only other person at the table.

“Actually there is. There’s this little spot just out of the city that has a gorgeous view of the city. I’ve never been at night, wanna go check it out?” Nick asked, eyes full of hope as he scanned your face, searching for your answer before you voiced it.

You thought it over a few times, a cute guy and a gorgeous view of the city. This was too good to pass up. Finally, you nodded. “That sounds like a great idea, Nick.” You smiled, you cheeks beginning to flush. The thought of being alone with him made you feel all nervous and giddy like a teenager.

With the plan being settled, the two of you paid and exited the restaurant. “Oh, shit.” Nick froze as realization hit. “Kenny drove.” He was thrown off until his brain finally figured out what to do. “I’ll call an Uber to take us back to the stadium and we can take my car.” You nodded, agreeing that would be the best idea.

While you waited for your Uber, you struck up another conversation, this time swapping the worst date you’ve ever had stories. You considered yourself the queen of worst dates and as it turned out, you were in the presence of the king of worst dates. As that conversation ended another one began, the way everything flowed so smoothly between conversations was something you hadn’t experienced before, at least not with a potential boyfriend.

In the Uber, he was telling you some dad jokes he thought were hysterical while you were laughing your ass off at his delivery, plus you loved dad jokes too. You were thrilled that he was so funny. All of your previous boyfriends were so serious, sucking the fun out of everything, leaving you bored out of your mind.

Back at the stadium, you offered to split the Uber payment but Nick refused, insisting that he had it covered. He led you to his car and before you knew it, you were off to this lookout. As he drove further away from the city and onto a little dirt road, you examined the scenery, trees began to become more frequent and the sky became more visible. You noticed a makeshift sign coming up on the right. “Make out Mountain.” You read the sign out loud, shooting Nick a questioning look.

Nick turned nervous, he completely forgot about the sign. He pulled over before reaching the destination so he could explain. “This isn’t what you think. I completely forgot about the name of this place. I didn’t bring you here to make out.” He explained, turning in the driver’s seat to look at you. Once he was settled, he realized what he said. “N-not that I wouldn’t want to make out with you. I-I just meant that—” Nick stumbled over his words, horrified he had screwed up.

You rested your hand on top of his. Nick felt his heart beat skyrocket as your hand touched his. “I know what you mean.” You attempted to comfort him, then decided to give him a teasing wink before removing your hand. You wouldn’t say no to making out with him, despite just meeting him.

Nick felt relieved you weren’t upset with him. Wait… did she just imply that… Nick’s brain went into overdrive at your wink. He couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. He cleared his throat, settling back into the driver’s seat and throwing the car in drive. “The spot is just up ahead, around that big oak tree.” He informed you as he pressed the accelerator. You nodded becoming worried that you upset him, that your teasing wink wasn’t what you thought it was. You opted to just look out the window until his stopped the car again.

The next few minutes were awkward but mostly tension-filled. You were relieved when you felt the car roll to a stop. You couldn’t see much thanks to some tree branches so you exited the car, Nick followed suit. You couldn’t take the silence anymore. “If I made you uncomfortable or upset back there, that wasn’t my intention. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” You fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.

“No, it’s fine… I just… I was worried I upset you with the whole making out thing. I’ve been burned pretty badly before and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. That’s why I just.. kind of went silent. I got into my head too much.” Nick shrugged, rubbed the back of neck.

“I’m not upset. I tell you what, since neither one of us is upset with other, let’s start over. Right here, right now. You can show me the city lights and I’ll show you as many constellations as I can remember.” You offered, gesturing to the clearing beside you.

Nick nodded, a smile slowly growing on his face. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You followed Nick and the sight before you almost took your breath away. The city lights were gorgeous in the darkness of the night. You took a few moments to really appreciate it. “It’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed. “I just might have to steal this spot from you.” You joked, grinning.

After a few seconds of silence from Nick, you turned to face him only to find him looking at you with a look of admiration in his eyes. “Yeah, you are gorgeous.” He took a deliberate step towards you. “You’ve already stole more than this spot.” He admitted, his confidence increasing with every step he took and with every word he spoke. He stopped just two steps before you, you kept your eyes on his, mind racing at what would happen next. Nick’s eyes darted down to your lips then flickered back to your eyes. Your eyes copied his and it had felt like a magnet of sorts was pulling you to him as you took one step forward. Were you really going to kiss him this soon? You just met some odd hours ago, although it felt like you had know each other for years instead.

You took the final step towards him. Nick had his eyes locked on you with each step you took. The air had definitely changed from the time the two of you had reached this clearing until now. The air felt more electric and romantic. “I really want to kiss you right now.” He confessed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. Nick caressed your check with that same hand, instinctively you leaned into it.

“What’s stopping you?” Your voice was soft as you spoke. You brought your hand up to rest on his forearm.

That was all he needed to hear before leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. The anticipation was agonizing. Finally, both of Nick’s hands cupped your cheeks at the same time your hands came to rest on his chest. His lips connected with yours, your heart was pounding so loudly you just knew that he could hear it too. The kiss was slow and meaningful. Unfortunately, before too long you had to part for air. Slowly opening your eyes, you replayed the kiss again. Best kiss ever.

Nick was doing his best to even out his breathing and heart rate. He wasn’t expecting the kiss to be that good. He felt truly connected to you in that moment, feeling the same things you were feeling. He wondered if you felt it too.

When you finally caught your breath, you searched your brain for the words to explain how you felt. After several minutes of silence, you finally spoke. “I haven’t had a kiss like that in….” you trailed off, thinking back over the years, “well, I’ve never had a kiss like that.”

Nick felt a sense of satisfaction and pride upon hearing your reaction to the breathtaking kiss. “How do you feel about an actual date? One where our friends aren’t there to ditch us halfway through.” Nick offered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at what happened earlier. He noticed the light shine in your eyes as you instantly nodded.

“I would love that.” You grinned, reaching out the take his hand. “For now, let’s check out those constellations I mentioned. We can plan a real date later.” You tell him as you saw his eyebrows furrow, clearly focusing on what kind of date to plan. You tugged him a little ways away and gently pulled him down on the grass.

“Alright. You’re right. Show me your favorite one.” Nick settled himself on the grass and opened his arms for you. You happily accepted and tucked yourself into his side and began pointing out Orion’s Belt.

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[daddyhausen]

Can you give me something, anything, with Nick Jackson? He needs more love!!

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a – aftercare – { what they're like after sex }

nick would be kind of awkward, more or less he’d ask how you were feeling, if it was good for you etc… he’d still hold you close, offer you his body to lay on, cradle you in his arms until you fell asleep

b – body part – { their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s }

he does not have a favourite body part of himself, but for you he would say your thighs. they’re so pillowy and soft, he loves resting his head atop of them, peppering small kisses and love bites to your inner thighs. he also loves when his head is buried between them

c – cum – { anything to do with cum }

he’ll be messy with it, down right filthy. he’ll cum all over every inch of you multiple times. something about it just gets him going

d – dirty secret – { pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs }

being a good christian boy he’d never admit this to anyone, but one time when the both of you were younger he jerked off to you inside the church’s confessional booth

e – experience – { how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? }

nick has had his fair share of women, so he would have some experience, albeit its mostly vanilla

f – favourite position – { this goes without saying }

you’d half expect him to say missionary due to his almost goody-two-shoes nature, but this man prefers to be behind you, slamming your hips back against his, a handful of hair, whispering the raunchiest of sins in your ear

g – goofy – { are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc }

growing up, he was told that sex should be something feared, something that should never be taken lightly. yet as time passed and he began to experience the joys and wonders of fucking, he’s grown to be more carefree during it.

h – hair – { how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc }

he’d either be trimmed or clean shaven

i – intimacy – { how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect }

nick can be a romantic when he wants. intimacy comes in different forms, he’ll cherish you during, maintaining eye contact or with loving, sweet kisses, other times it would be him taking his time ruining you, watching you come undone, piece by piece

j – jerk off – { masturbation head cannon }

once he discovered the joys of masturbation, it was downhill from there. at least twice a day is a normal amount for him. on days where he’s feeling more frisky it could be up to four or five.

k – kink – { one or more of their kinks }

switch

mommy/daddy kink

pegging

breeding

religion kink

corruption

spitting

praise

degradation

spanking/mild impact play

voyeurism

biting

gags

female-led relationship

cuckholding

choking

outdoor/public sex

auralism/sound play

edging

orgasm control/forced orgasms

l – location – { favourite places to have sex }

even though it is sacreligious, he’ll fuck you in the pews of the old abandonned church late at night

m – motivation – { what turns them on? }

the slightest bit of flirtation gets him going, you just have to hint at sex and he’s already racing up stairs, or to the car if you’re not home

n – no – { something they would not do, turn offs }

i don’t think he’d be into filming that much, he’d rather keep those moments private

o – oral – { preference in giving or receiving, skill etc }

he receives most of the time, not that he doesn’t like giving, you’re just the one who offers first.

p – pace – {are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc }

he likes it rough and fast. sure soft sex is something he adores but nothing compares to the sounds you make when he’s buried deep inside you, absolutely destroying your insides

q – quickies – { their opinions on quickies, how often ect }

he’s already dragging you to the locker rooms for one, sometimes just mere minutes before a match

r – risk – { are they game to experiment? do they take risks? }

it took him a while to get used to expeirementing, before only thinking sex was just missionary and then orgasm. he now finds joy in coming up with new ways to make you feel good

s – stamina – { how many rounds can they go for? how often? }

you swear this man is not human with the amount of rounds he can go in a night. i’d say about three is a good estimate

t – toys – { do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? }

he’s got a stash hidden in the bottom draw of his nightstand, he rarely uses them on himself, he just buys them because he knows you love experimenting with them

u – unfair – { how much they like to tease }

he’s a big tease. no matter where you are he’ll always find an opportunity to tease you. although he can be kind of a hypocrite as he hates being teased himself

v – volume – { how loud are they, what noise they make? }

nick is loud, he adores the way you make him feel and will evidently voice it.

w – wildcard – { random headcannon }

“you’re going to hell for corrupting me, you evil witch” nick’s groans echoed through the empty cathedral. the sound cacophonous with thick acoustics as the sound bounced off the brick and stained glass

his size buried deep within you, bodies sprawled out atop the marble alter, before his god. he’s been questioning his faith for a while, thoughts of his god abandoning him in his worst moments, seeking comfort in the unholy wench that laid naked beneath him, greedily accepting the warmth of his loins.

a good christian boy he was, he should have known better than to seek sanctuary between the thighs of a woman such as you. but your grasp was far too strong for him to fight, you’d corrupted him the moment he stepped foot inside the cathedral

“looks like you’re coming with me”

x – x-ray – { lets see whats under those clothes, their size }

he’s about average length. maybe five to six inches.

y – yearning – { how high is their sex drive? }

he thinks about sex all the time, especially if it’s during long trips away from you

z — zzz – { how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards }

he would not fall asleep right after, he’ll make sure that you’re comfortable first, lightly playing with your hair or tracing shapes in your skin

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[fawnnandfable]

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Purge

Summary: This work was inspired by @im-just-a-mississippi-girl ‘s fic (which you can find here)

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader

Warnings: dark content, mentions of depressive feelings (such as worthlessness, rage, self doubt, lack of hope), comfort.

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The backyard pool itself was not enough to bring his body temperature down, but paired with the pouring autumn rain, it could drop his internal warmth down enough for his fingertips to go numb. Nick stared at his fingers, the smooth digitals now wrinkly and corrugated, the damp skin paler in comparison to the rest of his body, and Nick wondered if the flesh would feel chewy like a raisin against his teeth.

The never ending stream of sadness fell down from the heavens to engulf his body, making the pool feel a bit colder than before, and Nick’s thoughts roamed to the possibility of this being God’s tears after listening to his unceasing string of sorrowful prayers.

A loud roar echoed above Nick’s head, a loud booming sound, powerful enough to shake the ground beneath his feet, “A father’s reprimand” Nick thought to himself.

The silver sky lightened up with a streak of bold light, confirming Nick’s previous thoughts. “Well, there’s not much you can do from up there, huh? Besides judging and rebuking me for my ingratitude” His azure orbs stared up at the sky, feeling the cold droplets of rain upon his cheeks, “You can take away from me anything you want, you granted me all of those things anyway. The only thing I beseech thee, merciful Lord, is to let me keep her. Please, allow me to have her…I know, I’m not worthy of asking you anything, not after all the blessings you sent my way. But you know my heart, my soul, my feelings, you know the constant turmoil inside of me..you know everything, don’t you? Omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient” Nick huffed “Makes prayers kind of pointless, no? You already know what I’m gonna say, so why should I bother? In the end it’s a waste of both of our time”.

Nick exhaled all the air out of his lungs, and pushed his body down to the bottom of the pool. His arms floated above his head as he sat down on the turquoise tile floor, as the world around him seemed to move in slow motion. The sounds are muffled and distant, the water pressure seeming to lull him into a state of peace of mind, and time was an unknown creature that held no power against him whatsoever. It was like being back in the womb, with no notion of time or space, no worries nor noises.

External factors are always the best kind of distractions, they force your mind to focus on these subjects instead of listening to the chaos spiraling within you, it’s an interesting feeling of freedom. It's a dual factor, like being alive without a body or having feelings without the need for a heart.

Under the water you can simply exist, without reason, needs, control, justifications, choices or responsibilities. For an instant you stop being a human being to become a part of the water itself, you become one - a true union. At that moment nature reveals its ancient healing power, momentarily erasing all of Nick’s doubts, insecurities, sins, feelings of inferiority, worthlessness, rage, sadness…nothing existed once he was secured by the embrace of the water.

Nick’s lungs burned with the need for oxygen, as his brain began to send waves of panic throughout his system to signal the accumulation of carbon dioxide within his body. His heart began to pump blood faster through his veins, in an attempt to keep his red blood cells alive enough to keep the life floating inside his body. Nick could hear his frantic heartbeat beating inside his head like an old church bell, the pressure accumulating enough that he could feel his pulsing heart behind his ears.

He could feel it coming, the peace of mind and spirit side by side at last. He debated whether he should embrace it forever or give himself one more chance, and the choice was made the minute he faintly heard your desperate voice calling for him from above the pool edge.

Your tear-filled eyes were the first thing his eyes caught the minute he reached the surface, as another roar of thunder echoed above you and Nick sighed at the heavens reprimand. Your clothes were soaked from the heavy rain, your hair stuck to your cheeks and your tears mixed with the droplets of the angel's mourning that fell from the skies above, becoming one as they rolled down your face.

“Nick, what are you doing in the pool in this weather?” You reached for him to grab your hand the minute a lightning bolt struck the gray sky “You’re gonna get yourself killed! C’mon, get out”

He stared at your face, with confusion painted all over his features, body shivering from the lack of warmth, and eyes searching yours, wanting a reason to leave nature’s cool and calming womb.

“Baby, please. You’re scaring me” Your voice was small, similar to a lost child. Your lips quivered as the sharp wind covered your damp body like a blanket made of snow. “Nicky, please let’s go inside so you can tell me what’s going on. I wanna help you, I love you, please”

“Why?” He mumbled in a weak voice

“Why what, love?”

“Why do you love me?”

“How could I not love you? You’re the best man I’ve ever met in my life” You jumped in fright and your eyes darted to the sky as another thunderclap reverberated across the sky, “Honey, please. Let’s go inside, I’m begging you!” Your feet dragged across the concrete floor, getting closer to the edge of the pool.

You said a silent prayer and you felt your heartbeat quicken the closer you got to the water, as a loud terror-filled sob escaped your lips as you dipped the tip of your bare foot inside the water.

Nick’s eyes snapped towards your foot, and he felt himself moving before he could even think straight. He swam towards you and closed his fist around your ankle before you could sink your leg deeper inside the pool, “Go back” He stated before pushing himself out of the water.

Nick felt your arms circling around his waist, squeezing his ribs until his lungs burned with the need for air. “It’s ok, angel. C’mon, let’s go inside, you’re freezing”.

Once inside Nick dragged you to the first floor bathroom and as he turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up, he helped you get out of your soaked clothes. Nick held your hand as you stepped inside the tub, the warm shower water instantly washing away the coldness from your skin.

Your fingers laced with Nick’s as you pulled him inside the shower with you. You sat down on the tub and tugged his hand so that he would do the same, and once you were both settled inside the tub, you adjusted the temperature of the shower to get it warmer since his body was colder than yours.

Your legs spread so he could settle between them, while your arms circled his collarbone as you pushed him back to rest his back against your torso with his head on your shoulder.

“What happened, my sweet boy?” Your voice was soft against his ear, warm and cozy as the shower fog began to settle on the tiles of the wall.

“I’ll never be good enough, no matter what I do. I’ll never get past the ‘Matt Jackson’s younger brother’ title…he’ll always be better, luckier, prettier. Him and his perfect family portrait-looking face, kind eyes and bright smile always captivated everyone, including girls. Even you, he had his eyes on you first and at the time he even contemplated breaking up with his girlfriend to be with you” He took a deep sigh “Just for once I would like to not be overshadowed by him. I would like to be the first choice”.

Nick grabbed your left hand and began to play with your wedding ring, he toyed with the intense blue colored gem and watched as the shades of blue turned into purple as he positioned it under the light in different angles. The choice for a Tanzanite for your engagement ring had not been random, not only did it have a beautiful color that you loved, but its meaning was also so much deeper. The rare gem was much like you: bold yet sophisticated, unique and with elegance and style. It was the symbol of love unlike any other, which was exactly what you two had. It represented new beginnings, prosperity, good fortune, and renewed optimism for a future filled with happiness, things Nick certainly wanted your relationship to always have.

When he first thought about proposing to you, he knew that a diamond ring would be too common. “Everybody has it! Just because it’s expensive and a ‘tradition’. You know what I say though? Fuck traditions! If I ever get married I want a ring that has a deeper meaning, something that will make me think of something special. I want to feel like I’m carrying my relationship around my finger, I want it to have the weight of our love and not just some plain, random diamond whose meaning is basically the same worldwide. ‘The more expensive the better’ they say, well I say ‘the more meaningful the better’. I don’t care about its carats, I care about what its meaning is”. That was your statement when you were still just friends, and Nick kept that in mind when he went to buy your engagement ring.

“The perfect stone to carry our love through the ages. Meaningful and beautiful, yet so fragile, like life” You spoke in a choked voice as Nick slipped the ring on your finger that friday afternoon, precisely 10 years ago.

Your eyes caught him staring at the gem around your finger and you smiled softly “You were, are, and always will be my first choice, Nick” You stated truthfully, closing your grip around him to hug him even tighter “I love you! The only man I’ve ever truly loved, the only man that was ever able to make me smile just by saying his name, the only man that ever made me want to have children, the only man that made normalcy and a white fence sound appealing. It’s you, Nick. You were the only man who made all of that possible, baby”.

His eyes looked up at your face, his blue orbs searching for the veracity of your words, a warm wave of relief flooding his heart when he found it.

“Besides, how are you going to meet our baby girl if you weren’t my first choice?”

Nick felt his body stiffening with surprise after hearing your question, and he quickly turned around, kneeling on the bathtub and cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“What? Are you for real? Are you really pregnant, angel?” Nick’s hand left your cheek to move onto your belly

“Yes, I went to my doctor this morning because I was feeling kinda funky and well, I found out a baby girl is on the way. Her due date is at the end of July, so I think you’ll have a birthday buddy” You smiled widely when tears rolled down Nick’s face. “Now we just have to choose a name-“

“Raven” Nick whispered and smiled at the meaning of the name “Our favorite poem” He intertwined your fingers together on top of your belly as you nodded “Raven”.

As he turned off the shower, helped you get out of the tub, and wrapped your body in a fluffy towel, Nick stared at his murky reflection on the foggy mirror. Grabbing a small piece of toilet paper, he wiped down the fogginess from the glass until his twisted reflection became clear again.

As you left the bathroom side by side, Nick stopped at the foggy end of the mirror and wrote “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary...quoth the Raven, Nevermore”

No more loss, no more sadness, no more doubt, no more uncertainties, no more grief. His little Raven said nevermore, because now the only things that would live inside of Nick’s heart are happiness and content.

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[heelbucks]

🎵 Nick Jackson

song : thriller by fall out boy

paring : nick jackson x reader

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no one said it would be easy being with a rising indy darling. in fact everyone, including his own brothers, told you it was a horrible idea, but you didn’t care. you had more faith in nick than anyone did. you were by his and matt’s side for their whole careers. from impact to new japan, ring of honor and back again.

you traveled the whole world because of nick. dates in the most memorable of places ; a beach weekend on the amalfi coast, karaoke in akihabara, and of course your favorite was when he proposed to you, during a match no less.

through all that you stood by his side, and now you had an even bigger challenge to face with him, creating his own wrestling company.

“thank you angel. you are my safe space. crowds are won and lost but our hearts beat for each other. i love you more than life itself.” nick smiled and held you close to him as you walked around the empty arena.

it was you two until the end of time, forever his biggest supporter

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