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daddyhausen · 6 months

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commission 2/4 for @ospreayelite

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 MATT JACKSON MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — you’ve never squirted before. matt makes it his mission to make her squirt multiple times over

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], fingering, soft sex, groping, praise, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x matt jackson

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

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matt sat at the edge of the bed completely perplexed by the string of words that just left your lips. all the while you crumpled into an embarrassed heap, red faced and naked before your loving husband, shying away into your knees to avoid his pleading gaze

“wait wait…’ he began, joining you at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard, still trying. to gauge your words

“what do you mean you’ve never squirted before?” he questioned, repeating your words, smoothing down stray strands of hair that fell across your eyes and atop your forearms. his hand made its way under your chin, guiding your face up to meet his gaze. the honey-brown of his irises bared his soul, trying to give comfort in your rather self-imposed, embarrassment

your eyes scanned his features, hoping to not find any mockery or judgement behind them. you didn’t, thankfully. you knew matt loved you wholeheartedly. he was mature enough to not judge you on something so juvenile and quite frankly unimportant. yet in the back of your mind, your own thoughts kept persisting, just lingering on that he might find your repulsive or not a decent lover.

you opened your mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment, letting a soft breath exhale from your lips before shutting them again. the calloused pad of matt’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip daintily, smearing some of the glittery lip gloss you’d been adorning throughout the day, his thumb now shiny and shimmering under soft lamp-light, an almost golden hue to the pearlescent speckles that graced his skin.

“its not that i’ve never wanted to…” you began, biting your bottom lip in hesitance as your avoided your loving husbands gaze once more, cheeks buried with a heated fury, all the while matt stared with a worried yet, understanding glance

“i just…i’ve tried but i don’t know how…” you admitted coyly, a small chuckle leaving your lips just at how ridiculous this entire scenario sounded. especially falling on the ears of your adoring husband, who was nothing short of compassionate throughout every ordeal you faced. he surely knew that this would have not been an easy thing for you to confess.

he understood that women were always put high on a pedestal of sexual prowess, needing to be good but not too good to overshadow their male counterparts. experienced but not to the point where they know more than he. consequently not inexperienced enough to not know what they’re doing. to be virgins but not be clueless, to be experienced but to not have slept around. the expectation was too high to compete with, he’s come across women who feel like they need to fuck like porn stars in order to please their lovers, being able to endure such reckless, uneducated encounters and be expected to put out afterwards.

matt gave a solomon hum in response, placing a gentle hand upon your knee tracing featherlight shaped up and down your calf, from knee to ankle, travelling slowly back up your thigh until he rested the tips of his fingers against your exposed hip bone. he leaned into you, his free hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your warm, naked frame into his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft, rhythmic thrums of his heart beat amongst the silence that flooded the bedroom. his fingers threaded lightly through the strands of hair, massaging your scalp with slow, gentle strokes

“you know i love you, right?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, accompanied with a subtle, tired and husky rasp that you’d become so accustomed to in the midnight hours over the years. you replied with a small him, nuzzling yourself into the warmth of his broad chest. his head resting idly atop of yours, leaning down to kiss your hairline before pulling away to gaze upon your features momentarily

“and i never want you to think you need to be embarrassed of things like this. don’t this you not being able to do something makes me love you any less”

the calloused pad of his thumbs felt so coarse against your smooth cheeks. your heated skin burning against the relative coolness of his palms, succumbing to his touch, his embrace. the whites of your eyes become glossy, pupils blown with adoration and utmost love towards your husband, who stared back with the most endearing smile that you could not help but fall deeper in love with.

“you want me to help you?” matt quipped with his usual flirtatious tone, amorous flair dripping from the tip of his tongue. your body grew more heated, a furious blush burned your cheeks, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and squeeze at your hips

“and how would you go about doing that?” you murmured seductively, leaning up to trail kisses against his jawline, the corse, wiry strands of his beard tickled your skin. he pursed his lips into a thin line, humming sweetly with a cocky undertone, almost as if he was challenging your words

“i have my ways” he retorted, resuming his fiery passion with hungry kisses across your jawline and neck. matt shuffled slightly in the mattress, the silky bed sheets provided a cool sensation to his hot flesh. he positioned himself behind you, his large chest pressed against your back, a calming effect it had on you, setting aside your nerves for now as he held you close.

matt began to lick and nip at your neck, taking the soft skin between his lips and lightly nibbling and marking the flesh. a chorus of soft moans reverberated into your skin, making your writhe and shudder closer into him

“matt…” you whimpered, feeling his ring-worn palms brush against your perky nipples, the swollen buds sensitive and overstimulated from his persistent touching, eventually he took them between two fingers, his index finger and thumb, lightly twirling and yanking them as pleasured moans erupted from your lips

“please…” you continued between shaky breaths, matt gave your nipples one final tug, and a hard one at that, the initial sting as he release sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core. he returned to groping your breasts, the pillowy mounds turning to soft, malleable putty in his palms, squeezing and contorting the flesh however he saw fit.

“be patient, princess…” matt’s words were tantalisingly sweet in your ears, his voice still held that low rumble, reminiscent of a growl or another guttural sounding remark. his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, delicate touches were all you felt at the feeling would grow and dissipate in intervals the lower his digits sunk. eventually, he stopped at the mound of your sex, tracing the indents of your hip bones and pelvis, the axis of where your thigh and hip met, down your thighs and close to your ass where flesh was not covered by silky cream coloured sheets.

your skin burned and tingled with his touch, so desperate, craving him more. begging for him to please you like a husband should. his fingers continued to explore your flesh, inching back to your mound, in between your thighs where he slotted both hands between them, slowly beckoning your thighs open.

“spread ‘em for you, sweetheart” you gave no resistance as he spread your thighs apart for you. his fingers traced delicate lines across your mound, with one finger between your folds, spreading your wetness around and against your inner thighs. your moans sweet, interjected with small hitches of your breath each time your husband’s rugged finger would circle around your clit

“so wet for me” he muttered against the skin of your neck, words muffled through frantic kisses. he spread your folds further, dipping two fingers into the warm wetness of your cunt. despite just being his fingers, the stretch of your cunt around him was nothing short of wonderful, feeling both digits curl deep inside you was just as mesmerising as the first time you both engaged in it

his name mixed in with your moans, so ravenous with so much want for your husband’s touch. his lips pecked the delicate skin, peppering feverish kisses to your jawline, feeling himself grow hard against the small of your back. a throb that was persistent and evident against your skin. his tip engorged and red, drooling with warm beads of pre-cum, uncontrollable with his lust

“good girl…” he cooed, nipping gingerly at your earlobe. “you ‘ve always been so good for me”

all you could muster was a small hum in response, feeling his fingers dig and curl deeper into your dripping cunt, the digits glossy with your sweetness each time he would pry them from your warmth. you tilted your head back, gasping and moaning into his jawline, leaving wet open-mouth kisses to the flesh.

the rumbles of his moans resonating low in his chest, the soft vibration between your shoulder blades and against your back. it was a comfort you’d found yourself melting into, a comfort that made life feel safe and serene. just warm against the heat of his chest

his fingers curled deeper into your void, gathering your sticky wetness, about ready to spill down your thighs. he could feel the heavy pulses around his digits, the pull of your cunt dragging him deeper into the void of arousal. his cock throbbing with such desires that could rival the sinful wanting of the devil himself. matt’s teeth would gently nip and bit at your skin, pulling you out of your euphoric pleasures for a moment to gasp and mewl at the sensation

“matt…” you whimpered once more, his name lingering on the cusp of your breaths, rolling off the tip of your tongue with such ease and much to his amusement. your cunt ached with a dull throb, pulsating with heat as you tried to calm yourself, feeling that arousal bubble in your belly, wetness beginning to pool around your husband’s fingers.

“don’t fight it, princess. just let it happen” matt cooed sweetly, momentarily deafening the wet squelching sound between your thighs, a pool of wetness vide toy forming between them.

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave.

“that’s it, pretty girl” your husband’s voice lulled you through your orgasm, blankets damp, a puddle of your juices between your shaking thighs. matt’s finger is still forcibly filling your void, egging you on, desperate to get another orgasm out of you.

“matt please…” you cried out again. the sound of your wet, dripping cunt, oozing warmth around your husband’s fingers was almost too much to bear. matt remained silent momentarily, merely enjoying the sounds your body produced. the sweet wet squelch between your thighs, your frantic whimpers, your please for him to give you more, something, anything. just another chance to revel in your orgasm.

“give me one more, sweetheart. i know you can”

“matt i can’t-“ you panted, evidently breathless from the lovely assault from his fingers. your cunt so overly and thoroughly stimulated. so sensitive to his touch, body practically jolting and shuddering every time his fingers would curl inside of your cunt or gingerly graze across your clit.

with that, you spilled over once more. this time matt releasing his fingers from your void. your sweetness gushing down your thighs, like a fountain. an audible gasp left your lips at the visible wet stain between your thighs, the sheets completely soaked, as were matt’s fingers. the calloused digits literally dripping with you, with your sweetness, the culmination of your arousal

he gave no hesitation in bringing them towards his lips, sucking and cleaning his fingers, his tongue lapping up your sweetness like a man lost in the desert dying of thirst. that insatiable thirst instantly quenched upon your juices mingling with his taste buds

you could not help but be overcome with a profound embarrassment, cheeks heated and flush with orgasm but also shame. you’d ruined your favourite bedsheets, made a mess of them. your inner thighs glistening and wet with your own warmth. you don't necessarily know how to feel, despite your husband's resounding, proud smile. you felt…disgusted in a way at yourself for making such a mess. matt took note of your sombre expression, his mood chipper mood instantly softening to one of worry and heartache

“no, my sweet girl. you did so well”

it’s like he could read your thoughts, his mind synching with your own in some telepathic marital bond. his hands fell to your shoulders, massaging the taut flesh, trying to absolve some of your stress and worries away. his lips leaving soft, lingering kisses to the back of your head, subtly in having your sweet scent.

“you sure?” you questioned, desperate for your loving husband’s undying reassurance. “i mean. i made a mess”

the aforementioned bedsheets, soaked, cold and sticking to your heated skin slightly

“that’s the fun part” matt retorted cheerfully, trying to brighten up the mood. he wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, pulling you in, once more to his chest, his breathing regaining slightly, feeling the subtle thrum of his heartbeat against your back.

“don’t worry about the sheets sweetheart. go get yourself ready in the shower, i’ll be with you in a minute” matt hummed softly against your hair, plain going another lingering kiss to your temple before getting up, gathering the sheets in a bundle as you stood up.

you made your way into the bathroom, your cunt still aching and dripping with pleasure. you sure as hell knew matt wasn’t done with you yet. the heated lights rained down on your skin, only emphasising the burning sensation that ran throughout your body. turning the water on, letting the water run cold for a moment before stepping in, hoping it would cool down some of the desire that burned within you.

you hissed as the frozen water met your skin, soon feeling relieved as it effectively cooled down your system. in matt’s absence you gathered the lavender and bergamot shampoo in your palm, lathering it in your hair, sighing in relief at the sensation. matt silently entered alongside you, placing sweet kisses to your neck and the tops of your shoulders as you raised the shampoo out of your hair. his hips instantly began grinding against your ass, his cock still semi-hard against your skin.

“god i fucking love you, princess” he mumbled against your skin, guiding the swollen tip of his cock bee teen your thighs, parting your soaked folds , slipping his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. you gasped at the sensation, at the force of his movements. he smelled into you with vigorous force trying to pry another orgasm from your walls almost instantly. water beating down on both your skin, enveloping you in clouds of steam and sweat sticky against your skin

you hummed along the lines of an “i love you too” in response to your husband’s loving praise. his cock stretching and slamming deep into your aching cunt. your body shuddering with pleasure, still so overstimulated from your first orgasm, that you could barely stand. matt wrapped an arm around your waits, keeping you still while repeatedly fucking you back onto his cock.

the gentle lulls and pulls of his movements kept you alert, on edge a matter of fact. brain hard wired, fixated on nothing but chasing your inevitable orgasm. your husband’s hands hungrily groped your flesh, trailing up towards your breasts, staring at your hips where he previously held, fingernails digging into the skin, not hard enough to cause bruising, but strong enough to leave small indents in their wake. travelling upward, his palms mingling with the supple flesh of your waist, caressing the small soft pouch of your tummy that jutted out slightly, your womb although empty for the time being, soon to be prime and ready for nurturing and growing his offspring. he held his hands stagnant against your flesh for a little longer than anticipated, simply daydreaming of the day where your belly would finally be swollen and full of his seed. he rid the thought from his mind hastily, focusing on the now, which was to make your pretty cunt drool around his cock.

his hands finally came to your breasts, instantly squeezing them, massaging the mounds of supple, pillowy flesh between both his palms in intervaling circles, feeling your swollen nipples harden against the parts between his fingers. moans spilling from your lips like a chorus of angels harmonising, in pure wanderlust the both of you were.

in a moment of pleasure your eyes met, arching your head to the side, meeting his gaze, staring deep into those pools of cocoa, almost black of his irises, pupils dilated in a frenzy of arousal. breaths being caught between booth your parted lips, swallowing each others moans

“cum around this cock, princess. i know you want to” matt cooed, his voice sickly sweet on the tip of his tongue, his breaths beginning to labour and shaky with uncertain breaths, his body shuddering and jutting against yours just as desperate for release. in a frantic attempt to help your husband get you off, you let two fingers fall between your thighs, beginning to stroke and rub your aching clit in circles, the pearl oversensitive to your own rough touches

“oh fuck. matt please! i’m cumming-“ your cries muffled with the hum of the shower. squirting around your husband’s cock just as you did his fingers previously. the result is far more intense, visually and physically, despite your thighs already coated in a warm slick from your previous orgasm, the sensation only heightened the second time round. matt’s praises fell on deaf ears, a dull, almost deafening ring buzzing through your ears as you were finally relieved of your orgasm, completely unresponsive to the fact you husband had just filled you to the brim, his seed coating your outer folds, mingling with the sticky wetness of your own orgasm on your inner thighs.

“such a fucking messy girl…” matt breathes into the crook of your neck, peppering lazy kisses to your skin, trailing up tp behind your ear.

“should make you cum like that more often”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 11 months

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Tear in My Heart: The Meeting

Pairing: Single Dad!Matt Jackson x Teacher!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,192

Summary: A special place in your heart is reserved for Madeleine Jackson. At the end of the first day of school, she introduces you to her dad. Is the spark you feel when shaking his hand reciprocated or is this just a crush?

Warnings: None

Requested by: @mrsmatt

A/N: I don’t think the summary is that great but it’s the best I could come up with. Anyways, here’s part one @springgirlwaiting4fall ☺️🫶🏻

Part 2: The School Play

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The start of a new school year has came back around yet again. You loved teaching the little minds of the children in your class each year, seeing their eyes light up when they got the hang of something or when they win a prize out of the treasure box. First graders were always so excited and full of questions.

You spent the whole week preparing and planning for a fun first day for your students, name cards on desks along with a little goodie bag. You decorated your classroom in fun colors with a variety of educational materials and items hanging on the wall within the children’s reach. You had came up with all kinds of fun games for the kids to play and help them learn in the process. There was a toy chest filled with numbered blocks for learning math, books to help them read, and other useful tools to prepare them for the future.

You stood out in the hallway beside your classroom door as the bell rang and students began flooding the halls in search of their classroom. You smiled brightly as you welcomed each student that entered your room and helped the children that couldn’t find their teacher.

Inside the classroom, you welcomed them as whole and introduced yourself. You went down each row asking them to introduce themselves to the class and tell everyone one thing they loved. The answers ranged from dinosaurs to Barbie to trucks to seashells. One little girl’s answer just melted your heart. When asked about what she loved, she beamed and answered with, “My daddy.”

As the day went on, you kept thinking about how sweet that one little girl’s answer was. My daddy. You looked at the rows of desks and your eyes landed on the sweet little girl. She had gorgeous brown hair that cascaded around her shoulders, adorable chocolate brown eyes that had such liveliness in them. She was dressed in a purple shirt with a yellow butterfly printed on the front and blue jeans paired with a cute pair of purple and white Jordans. You watched how all the children interacted with one another and noticed she was always helping others and partnering up with the one or two kids that seemed to be left out.

At lunch time, you guided your class to the cafeteria. Some children had brought their lunch so you led them to the table designated for your students. You sat down at the same table with your lunchbox, smiling and chatting with the students already there. You opted to make yourself a classic PB&J. Just because you’re a teacher doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a kid like lunch.

A plastic cafeteria tray was sat on the table next to you. You looked up from your lunchbox to see the sweet little brown haired and brown eyed girl, Madeleine Jackson was her name but she liked Maddie better. “Hi!” You smiled as the little girl sat down.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N!” She cheerfully greeted you. She gave you the cutest smile and started up a conversation about how your day was going, your favorite color, favorite food and really just whatever she thought of. You would answer her questions and ask her some in return. You could tell she was thrilled to talking with you and honestly, you were happy she was interested in getting to know you.

After lunch, you led your students back to the classroom and started teaching a math lesson. All the children learned at different speeds which is to be expected. You explained the math lesson once more and gave a few examples on the whiteboard and with the blocks from the toy chest. When you felt like they had a pretty good grasp on it, you passed out a work sheet and blocks for visual aids.

You sat at your desk and went over the worksheets from the spelling activity when you heard a little voice from the front of your desk. “Can you help me more?” You looked up and your eyes met the sweet little Jackson girl. She looked like she was getting upset.

“Don’t don’t get upset, Maddie. Can you bring me some blocks? Maybe you need to think about it in a different way.” You offered and watched Maddie collect the blocks. When she returned, you helped her until she finally got the hang of it. “Great job Maddie!” She beamed at your praise, clearly thrilled she figured it out.

“I can’t wait to show daddy.” She grinned. You could tell by the way she talked about her dad that he meant the world to her, a total daddy’s girl. Once Maddie went back to her desk, you resumed going over the spelling worksheets from earlier.

As the first day drew to a close, you helped your students collect their things and put away anything they were using. Once that was done, the bell rang signaling that school was finally over for the day. You helped direct your students to the buses and to the car rider line. You joined the other teachers in standing alongside the students from your class and others, asking them if they see their car and when they did you walked them to their car. As the number of students dwindled down to the final few, you noticed one of your students was left, sweet little Maddie Jackson. You made your way over to her and crouched down. “Do you want to sit over on the bench and talk to me while we wait?” You offered to which she happily agreed.

The pair of you chatted about Disney movies and your favorite princesses until a car stopped in front of you. Looking up the little Jackson girl’s face lit up as she squealed, “Daddy!” She jumped down and raced towards him as he exited the car, smiling wide as he scooped her up in hug.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at the sweet scene in front of you. The little girl’s dad was absolutely gorgeous, from his long brown hair to his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and his contagious smile. Looking between the two, there was no mistaking them as father and daughter, she was the miniature version of him.

“Daddy! Daddy! You have to meet my teacher!” Maddie insisted, tugging on her dad’s hand once he sat her back down from the hug. He just shook his head laughing, letting her drag him over to you on the bench.

“Daddy, this is Miss Y/L/N. She’s the best teacher ever!” Maddie excitedly informed her dad. You were happy and surprised at Maddie’s statement. You always wanted to make an impression on your students, but you never realized it could be done that quickly.

Maddie’s dad chuckled at his daughter’s enthusiasm. “I’m Matt.” He introduced himself, a beautiful smile on his face. He reached out to shake your hand.

You instantly returned the smile. “Y/N.” You accepted his handshake. As you did so, you felt a sort of connection, an electric connection, a spark shooting through you. Did he feel the same?

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behindthesefangirleyes · 6 months

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Spring was never waiting for us, dear, it ran one step ahead

By SilverShadow1

One word is all it takes for Hawkins Fuller’s world to crumble around him.

Hawk reflects on the two greatest losses in his life at Tim's memorial service.

Status: Complete || Words: 4,435 || Chapters: 3/3 || Categories: M/M, F/M || Relationships: Hawkins Fuller/Tim Laughlin

#fellow travelers #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #marcus gaines #lucy smith #jackson fuller #kimberly fuller #hawk and tim #matt bomer #my fic #fic rec #fic #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic

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valkyrie-night-103 · 4 months

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Time for a WIP nudge game!!

Pick a WIP from my list, and send a word along with it. If I have the word in that WIP, I’ll post the first instance I can find of that word.

If the word isn’t in the WIP, I’ve got to write an additional 50-100 words for that WIP!

Anons are welcome! Assign yourself an emoji or nickname, and I’ll tag the ask with that emoji or nickname so that any answers are easy to find without the need to scroll.

If the same word and WIP are resubmitted, I’ll try to find another example, so don’t worry about repeats.

Current WIPs -

- StrickPage OneShots with canon-typical insane behaviour, and an only slightly less canon-typical E Rating

- Golden Triad (Hangman/Kenny/Kota) Film-Noir inspired AU, featuring Hangman as a grizzled Private Investigator/investigative journalist, and Kenny and Kota the mysterious and handsome inside sources that end up saving his life.

- Canon Divergent AU in which Kota comes to AEW with Kenny, and Hangman may just be a teeny bit in love with them both.

Not much is written yet for these last few, but if there’s interest from anyone other than my wonderful boyfriend, I’ll start working on these a lot more!

- AdaMJF Feels that may or may not include a time loop

- Early days of the Blackpool Combat Club

- Avatar: The Last Airbender AU/Fusion (barely anything has been written for this)

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sheinthatfandom · 1 year

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Title: my brothers keeper

Prompt: "I need advice" (time passes) "never mind I already did the stupid thing"

Rating: mature

Word count: 464

Pairing: Matt Jackson/Wheeler Yuta, Nick Jackson/luchasaurus

AN: Written for @wrestleprompts thankyou @icecream-and-gadreel for helping me come up with it and @sarahcakes613 for telling me not to throw it out after it was done lol

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11:25pm

"I need advice"

1:59am

"never mind I already did the stupid thing"

Nick groaned seeing the missed texts from his older brother and tag team partner. Tonight was going to be a night of many regrets, and the first one was going to the casino with Brandon and missing the opportunity to stop Matt from doing something foolish.

“I’m afraid to ask”

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“Is that…”

“No! Matty no!!”

“Matty YES!”

There in 5k on his wide screen phone was a crystal clear photo of the Blackpool combat clubs young lion Wheeler Yuta. Yuta was in what looked to be Matt’s hotel room, the white blanket thrown haphazardly over him as he slept on his back. His neck and shoulders bright with purple marks Nick knew if he zoomed in would have teeth indentations in the middle.

Kenny was going to be pissed, Don would gleefully used this as more fodder to light their friendship up and Adam…actually Adam probably wouldn’t care since he and Mox had their own thing going on that didn’t look like pure hate, it was all together confusing, but Nick still didn’t want to be put in the middle of this. Because even though his side would be mad and rightfully so they’ll still work together the BCC on the other hand were… all around strange and did not behave in any way that the brothers could predict. Was this part of their plan? Were they going to jump Matty in his room? Was Wheeler trying to romance his brother into turning on them? Actually no that was stupid and honestly Matt got around enough everyone should know being good in bed wasn’t enough to gain Matt’s loyalty. But still what the hell Matt!

“Are you effing kidding me!”

“I'm going to effing murder you!”

“That's it find another tag team partner!”

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“awww that's funny.”

“you're a funny guy”

“Anyway, time for round 2!! 😇🥰😘🤯”

“Damnit Matt!” Frustrated, he slammed his phone down on the bureau.

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?”

Nick turned to his bed seeing he had woken up his own roommate. “Sorry Lucha, Matt just… thinking with his dick again.”

Luchasaurus grinned and gave Nick a look that sent an excited shiver down his spine. “Oh yeah that’s just a Matt thing, no way does anyone else in the Jackson clan have that problem.”

“You know I could always kick you out.” They both knew that threat was empty.

“Hmm you could, though I would hope you’d at least fix this before you threw me out.” The Dino moved the blanket showing off his impressive length, hard and slightly curved.

“Well… I did wake you up. It’s really the least I can do.”

#aew #Matt Jackson #nick jackson #aew imagine #wrestleprompts #the young bucks #loren writes #my fic #my writing #not beta read #luchasaurus

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hangmatts · 23 days

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Iced Coffee

Prompt: “you’re so cute when you blush.”

Ship: moxmatt (jon moxley x matt jackson)

Word Count: 617

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Matt woke up first, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t usually the first one awake. He decided he would lay back and watch Mox sleep. He moved to his side and rested one arm across Mox’s chest. A couple minutes later, he felt Mox stretch. Matt quickly sat up.

“Good morning, baby.” Matt said, a big smile plastered across his face.

“Mornin’ babe.” Mox yawned “…you been up long?”

“Nope, just a couple minutes. I was waiting for you. Now that you’re awake…”

Matt climbed on top of Mox, getting into a straddling position. He moved his hair to the side and leaned down to kiss Mox all over his face. He covered every inch and didn’t pull back until he was satisfied.

When he did pull back, he saw Mox’s cheeks were pink. He smiled at the sight, brushing his thumb across a cheek. Matt was also trying to hide a tiny giggle. Mox noticed immediately.

“What is it?” Mox asked.

“Nothing…” Matt replied.

“Nope. I can tell it’s something. C’mon, spit it out.”

“Just… you’re so cute when you blush.”

“I am not blushing.” Mox said.

“You are too! Your cheeks are all pink. I made you blush, admit it!” Matt pouted.

Mox grabbed Matt’s hips, flipping them around. Matt was now laying on his back on the mattress. His legs were still wrapped around Mox’s waist. Mox leaned down to place a soft kiss on Matt’s lips, followed by a few smaller kisses before pulling away.

“Fine. You made me blush.” Mox admitted.

“Yes I did.” Matt had a big smile on his face.

“Now that we got that out of the way…” Mox slid his hand up Matt’s thigh. Matt hit his hand away before Mox could even reach where he wanted.

“Nope. That’s not happening until I get my coffee.” Matt responded.

“You haven’t got your coffee yet?” Mox asked.

“No, I wanted you to get it for me.”

“You waited until I woke up to ask me for coffee?”

“Yes, so can you get me some? Please?” Matt put on his best pair of boo-boo eyes.

“Fine. I’ll be right back.” Mox got up from the bed, getting ready to leave.

“It’s-” Matt tried talking but got cut off.

“Iced cold brew with oat milk creamer. I know. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you!” Matt smiled at the fact that Mox had his coffee order memorized.

Around 10 minutes later, Mox returned with the coffee. He handed it to Matt immediately. Matt took a few drinks of it and relaxed.

“Good?” Mox asked.

“Perfect.” Matt replied before setting the cup down.

“Great. Now that you’ve had your coffee…” Mox climbed in between Matt, pulling him into a messy kiss.

Matt kissed back, pulling at the hem of Mox’s shirt. Mox quickly pulled it off, tossing it aside. He leaned back down, his kisses traveling down to Matt’s neck. Matt sighed into it.

“Wait- can you hand me my coffee?”

Mox pulled back, a confused look on his face.

“Did you just ask for coffee when we’re about to-”

“Yes. I want another drink.”

Mox handed Matt his coffee.

“Thank you, baby.” Matt took some small sips and handed it back to Mox. While Mox was setting it back on the table, he started talking

“You gonna ask for it again? Maybe while we’re in the middle of-” He turned back to see Matt’s clothes completely off. “…Nevermind.”

Matt sat up to kiss him, pushing Mox down until his back was on the mattress. He straddled Mox again, just like he did when Mox first woke up. Only this time, they had a much different plan in mind.

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elementaldoughnut12 · 10 months

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"Laffy Matty"

*this is for my awesome internet aunt @mrsmatt cause she survived the dentist! Enjoy some fluffy junk!*

Kenny was anxiously waiting outside the dentist office so he could take his husband home. Matt had a root canal today and Kenny knew Matt was scared of the dentist more than anything in his life. Kenny wished he could've held Matt's hand while they were fixing his teeth but the stupid dentist wouldn't let him in the room.

"Mr. Omega?" the dentist said which caught Kenny's attention. "Y-yeah?" Kenny said with an anxious tone. "You can see your husband now" the dentist said which caused Kenny to run straight into the room. Kenny saw Matt fiddling with his fingers and Matt gave him a huge smile when he saw Kenny.

"Ken Ken!" Matt said while bouncing up and down in the chair and making grabby hands at Kenny. Kenny was wondering why Matt was acting like that until he saw the giant wads of cotton on one side of Matt's mouth and he put two and two together. "Ohhh... Matt's on laughing gas! Looks like I get to take care of my Laffy Matty today!" Kenny thought with a huge smile as he sat down in the chair and pulled Matt onto his lap which caused Matt to giggle.

"Ok Mr. Omega all you have to do is make sure your husband keeps an ice pack on his face to make the swelling go down and to change his gauze every hour" the dentist said which Kenny nodded to while Matt was giving him sloppy kisses all over his face. "Will do Dr. Lasko I'll make sure my Laffy Matty gets better!" Kenny says as he picks up Matt and walks him out of the office.

"You're so effing beautiful Ken-Ken! You look like an angel!" Matt says while giggling which causes Kenny to blush. "I think you're the most beautiful Matty! If I'm an angel then that makes you my princess!" Kenny says as he kisses Matt deeply and buckles him up. Matt just giggles and to Kenny it's the most beautiful sound in the world. "Love you Ken Ken..." Matt says as he falls asleep in the car. "Love you too Matty" Kenny says as he starts the car. Kenny can't wait to take care of Matt when they get home.

#kennymatt #kenny omega #matt jackson #aew wrestling #my aunt is fucking awesome #fic doughnut

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miserablecreachur · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matt Jackson/"Hangman" Adam Page, The Elite - Relationship Characters: Matt Jackson (Professional Wrestling), "Hangman" Adam Page, The Elite - Character Additional Tags: Angst, Hotel Sex, Matt has a secret, and adam just wants to help, Kayfabe RPF Summary:

“You gotta tell him.”

Matt’s groan into the pillow spoke volumes, and Adam would sigh softly before leaning in to press his lips to the shell of Matt’s ear, kissing him before speaking. “I know you think I’m just being a babyface about it all, but this… This is not a good secret to keep. Because what happens if he happens to see the footage from someone else? That’ll just be worse-”

“I know!” Matt snapped at him, turning his head the other way so that he was looking towards the wall of the hotel room instead of at him.

#aew #my writing #hangman adam page #matt jackson #hangmatt #mature fic #fan fic #kayfabe rpf #matt ples #the young bucks

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elitelovers · 6 months

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Coming Out As Trans To The Elite

trans guy headcanons

* all of them being super hype and giving you a big group hug.

* they get one of those “it’s a boy” signs to put up in the locker room.

* “Bro does this mean we can share a locker room? let’s go!”- Hanger

* “I’ve always liked they/them pronouns personally”- Nick

* If anyone misgenders you around them they all will correct the person bc they know you’re too nervous too.

* One of them always goes with you to your doctors appointments, it’s usually Kenny but if he can’t make it someone else will go.

* They hype you up when you have to do your shots.

* They had Trans pride gear made after you came out.

* When you got top surgery Matt lended you a bunch of his button ups for recovery.

* Matt teaching you how to shave your face.

* They all immediately changed your name in their contacts.

* Hangman told his kids you’re “uncle ___” now

* “Me and you gotta have a one on one match now, no more running”- Kenny

* They all go with you to Tony about getting you on the men’s roster to which Tony agrees.

* “are you gay now?”- Matt “bro you can’t say that” - Hanger and everyone laughing

* “Please do not take outfit advice from nick and matt”- Hanger

* Kenny takes you to get your hair cut

* They all punch saraya in the face really hard <3

#my writing #ao3 #fanfic #aew fic #aew #the elite #kenny omega #hangman #hangman adam page #matt jackson #nick jackson #young bucks #the young bucks

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daddyhausen · 7 months

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — both brothers desired you but their competitive streak gets in the way

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], dvp, dom!reader, handjobs, sharing, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, squirting, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

and the subsequent loss of their best friend in one kenny omega

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

it was nothing special in particular in your appearance that made them stop and stare

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

his head resting upon your thigh as he gazed up apologetically at you

“i’m sorry…” he muttered softly against your thigh

“don’t be sorry” you cooed sweetly, a hand running through the damp strands of matt’s hair

“you boys did so well” nick took a seat beside you, sighing heavily

despite his calm demeanor, he was burning with anger, betrayal

matt’s lips gently peppered kisses to your exposed thigh, inching closer and closer to your covered sex

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

“what does it look like, idiot” matt responded with his usual sarcastic quip, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts

“you lost. you don’t deserve to fuck her” nick placed a protective hand on your thigh

“and what gives you the right to say that huh? last time i checked dumbass, you lost too-“

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

“if you keep this up than neither of you get to fuck me”

they cut their act momontarily, offering each other almost apologetic glances

“now…” you started “you boys gotta learn to share”

you pat the seat beside you, offering matt to follow along

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

slowly you pried his ring gear down, freeing his cock from the elastic restraint, slowly beginning to stroke his size

matt shuddered with a shaky breath instantly writhing against the pleasure of your hand

you began to place chaste kisses to his jawline, adoring the whimpers that left his lips

your free hand reached back, beginning to palm nick through his own gear

the younger brother let out a prolonged groan, the simple touch leaving his mind in a daze

nick’s fingers reached down into your shorts, rubbing small circular strokes against your clit

you whimpered against matt’s lips, quickly breaking the kiss to give the same attention to his brother

nick’s kiss was more feverish, the subtle rage that bubbled underneath only added to his passion.

he retrieved his cock, grabbing your wrist and wrapping your hand around his shaft

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

while matt’s gripped the arm rests of the couch, desprate and needy for release

“oh god…” matt groaned, cock feverish and swollen

“you close pretty boy?” you cooed with a small whimper as nick’s finger curled upward inside your cunt

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

his seed spilling over your knuckles in spurts of warm white, his breath labored as you continued to pump his cock

nick removed his fingers from your void, averting your gaze from his brother to himself

you released matt’s cock, the older brother gasping in relief

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

poor nick would have one orgasm less than his brother it may seem

quickly releasing nicks cock as well, sitting on his lap motioning from a still recovering matt to stand behind you

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

you lifted up your hips, allowing nick’s cock to snake between your thighs

grazing the tip against your soaked walls before eventually slotting himself in with ease

a soft shudder escaped the younger of the two’s lips as he butied himself fully inside you

“c’mon pretty boy. don’t be shy” you teased matt playfully

grinding yourself back to give him a full view of your already stuffed cunt

egging him on to fill you even more

matt hesitated for a second, grasping his cock st the base, guiding himself towards your dripping void

some resistance on your part but otherwise is was such a heavenly feeling

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

both boys groaned with equal amounts of pleasure running through their veins

you began to bounce against both of them, feeling their cocks slot deep into your cunt one after another

“holy shit…” nick mattered, grabbing your hips and slamming them down onto his cock

both brothers began an assault on your cunt, the pleasure was so intense that your mind began to spin, eyes rolling into the back of your head

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

“god…so tight” matt’s moans left his lips in soft sputters

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

you nodded feverishly at nicks question, hips slapping back against theirs, taking their cocks fully

matt filled you first, his cock twitching and throbbing deep within your walls

still overstimulated and sensitive as white hot ropes seeped from between your thighs

a mix of moans and profanities left the younger buck’s lips

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

now sitting back watching the way his seed dropped out of you

“oh fuck…!” you whined, cunt creaming around nick’s size

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

“shit-“ he thre his head back in pleasure, just reveling in the feeling

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

you glacéd up at nick momentarily, the blues of his eyes glazed over with adoration

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

impatient it seems as his hands were already at your waist, cock pulsing against your ass

“you boys get yourselves cleaned up, we’ll go another round at the hotel”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson smut #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson smut #nick jackson fanfiction #the young bucks #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 10 months

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Tear in My Heart: The School Play

Pairing: Single Dad!Matt Jackson x Teacher!Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,392

Summary: A few months after school began, Maddie grew more and more attached to you. She would volunteer to do anything you needed assistance for. As for Maddie’s dad, Matt, he was consistently kind to you making your feelings for him grow. You knew you needed to do something about it, to confess your feelings. The only problem was every time you would flirt with him, he was either oblivious or ignoring it. Little did you know, Maddie picked up on your flirting with her dad and planned to help you out.

Warnings: Very brief, vague, and general mention of a car accident

A/N: This is part two of the Tear in My Heart series! @stardust181

Part 1: The Meeting

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Gif is not mine. Credit to owner

Tonight was the big night. The first graders were putting on a play about Little Red Riding Hood. Sweet little Maddie was none other than Little Red Riding Hood herself. She was thrilled to be the leading role and, according to Matt, took her role very seriously.

At school, Maddie was all giddy about her ‘big debut’. You weren’t sure where she heard that from but you rolled with it nonetheless, agreeing that you couldn’t wait to see her in action.

You, along with a few other teachers, were assisting the theatre teacher in getting all the kids in their little outfits and hair done. You had been working on a little boy’s outfit when you heard your name being excitedly called out. You finished up with the little boy and turned around seeing Maddie beaming and dragging her dad and another man who looked awfully similar to Maddie’s dad towards you. That must be her uncle she’s told me about. “Hi Maddie!” You greeted her smiling wide. She always made you smile regardless of how you were feeling.

Maddie practically tackled you in a hug. “Can you help me get ready? Daddy and Uncle Nick are clueless.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and making you giggle.

“You’re being dramatic Maddie.” Matt shook his head.

“I wonder where she gets that from.” Nick spoke, looking directly at his brother who had an offended expression on his face at the accusation.

You attempted to hold back a laugh until Maddie burst out laughing at her dad and uncle. Maddie’s little laugh was so contagious that you couldn’t help but joining her. “I can help you Maddie. Let me gather up my things and we can make you the best Little Red Riding Hood anyone has ever seen.”

After several minutes of helping Maddie with her outfit and hair, you were done. You held up a mirror for Maddie to examine your handiwork. Her reaction said it all. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open, clearly surprised. “Can you get me ready all the time Miss Y/N?!” She spun around to face you, eagerly waiting for your answer.

You weren’t really sure how to respond to her question but finally decided on something. “I would love to Maddie but your dad does a great job.”

Before Maddie could respond, there was a knock on a nearby wall. You and Maddie simultaneously looked up to see her dad and uncle. “Daddy! Uncle Nick! Look how cute I am!” Maddie jumped up and did a twirl for them. “Miss Y/N did so much better than you daddy.” Maddie stated matter-of-factly, putting emphasis on ‘so’.

“You’re right Maddie. She did way better.” Nick chimed in before Matt could reply, also adding emphasis.

Matt wasn’t even going to respond because he was so in awe at how fantastic of a job you did with Maddie’s outfit and hair. He was torn on his feelings at the moment. On one hand, he felt something in his heart that told him to ‘go for it and ask her out’, but on the other hand, he wasn’t sure if he was ready. There was part of his heart that wouldn’t let go of Maddie’s mom, that wouldn’t allow him to move on.

The theatre teacher made her rounds informing everyone backstage that it was almost time for the play to begin. During that time, Nick lightly elbowed his older brother to grab his attention while you held a conversation with the theatre teacher about the play. “Dude, you gotta make a move. I just met her and can already tell she’s a total catch plus Maddie loves her.” It pained Nick to see his brother so torn and possibly passing up on being happy again, on possibly giving Maddie a whole family again.

Matt sighed, meeting Nick’s bright blue eyes. “I just need some time to think it through. I don’t know if I’m ready for this yet. Maddie’s mom was my first everything and having her taken away so suddenly and tragically makes this way more complicated than some random breakup.” Matt’s chocolate brown eyes began getting misty as he remembered his late wife and Maddie’s mother. He’ll never forget the call he received to inform him of the car accident that resulted in her passing. It had been four years ago, but for Matt, it was still fresh.

The men didn’t know that Maddie was deviously eavesdropping on their conversation. Maddie was smarter than she let on when it came to reading people’s interactions. She had seen how her dad would seemingly have hearts in his eyes when her teacher was around and how Miss Y/N would flirt with her daddy. Maddie had seen enough Disney movies to know what love was, at least what her idea of love was. Upon hearing her Uncle Nick encouraging her daddy, Maddie knew what she had to do and she would need help from her partner in crime, Uncle Nick.

Soon the announcement of the play about to begin came. You helped direct Maddie and the nearby kids to their places as Matt and Nick wished Maddie good luck before heading to their seats in the front row. Maddie decided to concoct her plan later, she had to focus on being the best Little Red Riding Hood ever.

After all the students were in their places, you took a seat to off to the side to give encouragement when they needed it. You caught Maddie’s eyes as you scanned the over the students. You gave her a big smile and a thumbs up to which she beamed.

Soon the play was in full swing. Everything was going smoothly, Maddie was nailing her lines and so we’re the other children. You glanced out into the audience and the parents and friends of the students were loving it. You noticed Matt looking in your direction, you smiled and waved. He did the same in return and Nick whispered into Matt’s ear. You were a little curious and starting to be self conscious. Surely that was a coincidence, right? Why would Nick be whispering about you? Maybe he was saying something about the play. You shook the thoughts away and turned your attention back to Maddie delivering her lines.

Once the play was over, the students took a bow and posed for pictures with their parents and guardians. In the meantime, you were packing up your things.

“Miss Y/N!” You heard Maddie yell your name over the commotion of the room. You looked up to see Maddie excitedly waving you over.

When you finally got close enough, Maddie asked if she could have a picture with her favorite teacher to which you nodded, not trusting your voice because your heart was melting at Maddie’s sweet request and the fact she called you her favorite teacher this time instead of ‘best teacher ever’. You crouched down next to Maddie who threw her arm around your neck. You both smiled wide as Matt took the photo.

“Alright, let’s take our star out for dinner! She deserves whatever she wants, right Maddie? You were the best Little Red Riding Hood ever.” Nick suggested, a grin wide on his face as Matt shook his head which didn’t go unnoticed by Nick. “Don’t give me that ‘we have food at home’ line.” He warned the brown eyed man. Matt just sighed knowing that Nick was right, they should celebrate how well Maddie did.

“Fine, what’s the plan Maddie?” Matt asked, turning his attention to his daughter.

“Spaghetti!” Maddie exclaimed. “Oh! Can you come with us Miss Y/N?”

You weren’t sure what to say being put on the spot like that. Thankfully Matt spoke up before you had to. “She probably already has plans for dinner Maddie.”

Honestly you didn’t have any plans unless you called watching tv and eating a sandwich a plan. You made the mistake of glancing at Maddie who had her puppy eyes on paired with a little pout. Welp, she’s totally getting her way. “Actually, I would love to join you if that’s okay.” You saw how Maddie’s eyes lit up in excitement. She grabbed her uncle’s hand and pulled him towards the exit of the auditorium, you and her dad trailing behind.

Mission Happily Ever After is ready.

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behindthesefangirleyes · 4 months

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The Special Friend

By SilverShadow1

Tonight is a night when he needs to feel his son’s presence. Hawk handles the pages with more care than he ever recalls handling his son’s feelings.

Hawk reads one of Jackson's poems

Rating: Teen and Up || Category: M/M || Fandom: Fellow Travelers || Relationships: Hawkins Fuller/Tim Laughlin, Hawkins Fuller & Jackson Fuller, Hawkins Fuller & Kimberly Fuller || Words: 2,327

#fellow travelers #hawkins fuller #matt bomer #jackson fuller #etienne kellici #tim laughlin #jonathan bailey #hawk x tim #my fic #fic rec #fic writing #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #mine

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silvershadow989 · 2 years

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Hhhhhh powers au chapter 1 now up!!

@old-no7 thank u for giving me the confidence for this!!

#aew #hangman adam page #kenny omega #matt jackson #nick jackson #powers au #my fic #fan fic #ahhhhhh

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valkyrie-night-103 · 1 year

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Kenny’s third corruption arc

This is only partially complete and completely SFW, but I’ll put it most of it under the cut anyway!

a monster standing where you should be

During the PPV match with the House of Black, Matt acts on instinct to save Nick, pulling him aside by the arm. Not realising that Kenny got to Nick first, Matt inadvertently drags Kenny directly into the path of the Black Mist.

Kenny spends the rest of the match on the outside of the ring by the timekeeper’s corner, trying to flush it out of his eyes with a bottle of water. Matt and Nick manage to secure the win for them, and rush to check on him.

He’s okay for a while, in good spirits, even if he’s started wearing sunglasses on TV because the stage lights burn his eyes. Over the coming weeks, he starts acting strange. He’s not cleared to wrestle yet, and occasionally during promo segments he goes quiet and vacant. It takes a few attempts to get his attention, and he appears disoriented for a moment, but he insists that he is completely fine.

The bags below his eyes slowly become darker, like he’s losing sleep. The darkness spreads like smokey eyeshadow and smudged eyeliner, and it quickly becomes apparent that the mist is taking hold.

They’re in the ring for a promo segment, and Matt calls out the House of Black. He’s desperate and feeling helpless and it comes out as rage. He’s distracted, and totally unprepared for the House of Black to attack them from behind. Matt is struck in the back of the head and crumples to the canvas. He can hear Nick fighting back, but nothing from Kenny even when Matt calls his name. Matt lifts his head to look for him, vision still swimming from the impact.

He realises that Kenny is still standing, unharmed.

He tries to get up, but he can’t move his arm, there’s metal biting into his wrist. He whips his head to look at his arm, and sees the flash of Julia’s smile. His right wrist is handcuffed, the other cuff attached to the ropes.

Kenny is stood in the center of the ring, not too far in front of Matt. Brody and Buddy stand on either side of him. Insurance, Matt supposes.

Nick is in a bad way, probably got hit by Malakai’s spinning kick in the time that Matt’s attention had drifted. He’s in a knelt position, held upright by Malakai’s grip on his hair. Malakai nods at Kenny, a wordless instruction, and Matt’s pride is shattered.

He pleads with Kenny, tries to remind him that they’re his friends, tries to get him to see sense. Kenny steps back two paces, jerky and awkward, and Matt takes a breath. Even through the House of Black’s poison, Kenny heard him.

A moment passes before Matt realises with sickening dread what’s really going on.

Kenny isn’t hesitating.

He’s taking a run-up.

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Some way some how Joel and reader in lftl are able to take each other back to their homes from before. For closure and memories. They both are just two people who miss their babies. And now they get pictures and cards from their homes. Another little piece of Sarah and Jane to go back to jackson.

Hello do you have access to my wips I was literally working on this!! I wrote this more about reader going back to their last apartment because @hier--soir has an amazing fic about Joel going back to Texas and it's absolutely gorgeous <3 anyways, I hope you enjoy!! this made me CRYYYY

Never Grew Up With You

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: Jesus Christ I haven't cried at a fic like this in a LONG time I'm genuinely exhausted

Summary: "To never see her face again is what grief is." — Euripides, translated by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides aka this ask [1.5k]

Warnings: talks of Jane, memories, oh it's so sad

It's eerie being back in that town. It's empty, but the remnants of Outbreak Day linger in the streets— decomposed bodies, crashed cars, craters where the bombs hit. You recognize bits and pieces. The downtown area which used light up with Christmas lights and smell like funnel cake during the winter months. The church where you lied on the application form so Jane could get into daycare. Your apartment building. You stop in front of it, Joel at your side, and look up at it.

It looks smaller than you remember it like maybe you romanticized the shithole after so many years of living in a worse shithole. Only a few windows still have glass, and you catch faded curtains flapping in the abandoned apartments. "Mommy, look!" Jane had yelled that day so you could catch the jets flying over the building. You were standing in the same area you are now. Your heart clenches, and Joel seems to feel it at the same time.

"Are you sure bout this?" He asks, and you nod. "I'll be right here with you the whole time. We can leave whenever you want." You don't answer him. You just take a deep breath and start walking toward the stairs—bullet holes and rusty, dried blood line the path up to your third-floor apartment, but other than that everything is the same. There's even still a flyer on the bulletin board advertising an apartment-wide potluck set the week after Outbreak Day. Jane wanted to go. She said her friends were going and she wanted you to meet them. You said you'd think about it.

When you reach the top of the stairs, you find your apartment door still open and immediately regret not closing it. What if there's nothing left? What if it's been raided? What if it's all destroyed? You push yourself forward until you're over the threshold and back into the life you left behind. The body of the runner who burst into your apartment that night is still there, grey and all but dust at this point. Dirty plates sit in the sink. Jane's kindergarten homework has slid off the table and onto the floor, her scribbly handwriting boring holes into you. You pick it up despite it having boot marks and ripped edges and stare down at how she wrote her name. Joel doesn't say anything, but he squeezes your shoulder and lets you know he's there.

Together, you silently move through the rooms and salvage whatever you find. In your room, you find ratty old clothes from 2003, medical textbooks, and a file full of important documents shoved under your bed. Among the papers are your tax forms, a copy of your college diploma, and Jane's birth certificate— the only physical proof that she was ever here. Jane Eloise born April 7th, 1998, to you and no one else. Somehow, the glaring absence of Matt's name on her birth certificate still makes your stomach turn. You find a few more keepsakes before moving to the living room.

Whatever might've been there has been taken or destroyed by whoever's been in the building in the last twenty years. The blankets and pillows that once lived on your couch are gone. Your TV has been smashed in. The shoes Jane always left in the middle of the floor have disappeared, probably taken by some other parent who was desperate and was too scared to think of the child who left them. You're about to walk down the hallway to the bathroom and Jane's room when something crunches under your foot. You look down, and all the air gets punched out of your chest. As gently as possible, you bend down to pick up the shattered picture frame and stare at it.

It was a picture taken by a friend at the county fair. Jane is on your right with a half-eaten blue cotton candy in her hand and a water bottle tucked under her arm. Her hair is in a braid, and there's a big blue stain on her Princess Ariel shirt, but she looks happy. You're both smiling big, the reflection of the colorful carnival lights shining in your identical eyes. Everyone always said she looked like Matt, but you can clearly see your features reflected back to you in this picture. God, how could you have forgotten about the way her eyes crinkled when she was happy? Or how she leaned into you in public? Or how young you both were?

"What's that?" Joel asks as he walks over to you, and you meet him halfway to show him the picture, unwilling to hand it over just yet. It takes him a minute to realize what he's looking at, but when he does, he looks up to catch you staring at the picture. "'S that Jane?"

"Mhm,"

"She's beautiful," he says, and you smile. "Is that cotton candy?"

"Yeah, it was her favorite. Practically begged me to buy it for her. I'm pretty sure I overdrafted my bank account just to get it."

"How old are you in this photo?" He asks, and you furrow your brows as you think.

"Uh, Jane looks about three or four, so I was, at least, nineteen."

"You look happy."

"And tired," you say. Both things are true, but you can't ignore the bags under your eyes or your horribly fitting clothes. You were struggling. You were alone. You were so incredibly ill-equipped and felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. And Jane... Jane is none the wiser. She's smiling. She's fed. She's loved. She's happy. Maybe you were doing a better job than you thought you were. "You know she wanted to go on the Ferris wheel?" You ask, and Joel raises his eyebrows.

"That little?" He asks, and you laugh, nodding.

"I said the same thing, but she was so determined. So, my friend got us tickets to go on it, and we went, just the two of us. But when we started going around, she started getting really scared about the height and how fast it was going. She buried her head in my arm almost the whole time, and I was stressed that she was miserable and we had wasted my friend's money, and I was so fucking tired," you say. "But when we stopped at the top, I told her to look at the sky, and she did. I pointed at the different stars and talked to her about the moon, and she calmed down. I don't know if I distracted her or if she realized how big the sky was in comparison, but when we got down, all she could talk about was how close she got to the moon. After that, we'd go out every night and look at the stars. Even snuck out of our QZ shelter after the Outbreak."

"D'you get caught?"

"Once. I knew a FEDRA guy, and he let it go. We never got caught again." You haven't thought about Owen in years. You don't know if he's dead or alive. You don't even know if he remembers you. You're not sure if you want to know.

You grab a few more things from her room: a teddy bear, a few shirts, and a picture of you and her on the day she was born. Being in her space again makes your head swim, and you want to stay here forever and leave as soon as possible, all at the same time. Eventually, after combing through every nook and cranny you still know, you do leave. You say a proper goodbye to the first home you shared with Jane and the memories you made there. You're silently grateful to the apartment for holding so many treasures you would've otherwise never gotten back.

You don't know why, but you trace your steps back through one of your old routes. Joel is silent beside you and lets you lead, knowing you would never do anything to endanger him. You recount stories as you pass certain buildings or paths; he listens and asks questions about her and your shared life. Before you know it, you're on the same hill overlooking the QZ. The one where you hid with her when the Outbreak first happened. The one you sat down on and sobbed after Adam died because you had to pull yourself together before reentering. The one you buried her on.

The tree holding her has gotten bigger, its limbs stretching to the sky and the leaves a brilliant green. Seeing it thrive makes you smile just a little before you pivot and start walking to where you know she is. The sight of a fresh bouquet on her spot stops you in your tracks and makes your breath catch. All these years, you worried she would go unremembered under that big oak tree. You worried she was alone and scared. You worried and worried and worried because that's what any good parent does. The yellow flowers protecting her prove your worries wrong. You take a deep breath and grab Joel's hand before walking over to her.

"Hey bug," you start, fighting your tears, "This is Joel. He’s Sarah’s dad and he’s my… he’s my best friend." You squeeze Joel’s hand and take a shaky breath. "He takes care of me and I take care of him. So, you don’t have to worry about Mommy being lonely, okay? I’m gonna be just fine. You don’t have to be scared for me. I've got my people here just like you've got your people there. So, you just rest and I'll be okay." Now, you're really crying and there's no stopping it.

"I love you. I hope leaving didn't make you think otherwise, but I came back. I'll always come back because you're my baby. You'll always be my baby."

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