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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Through Thick and Thin

Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader

Category: Slight Angst/Fluff

Word count: 4,558

Summary: During a match in the Best of Seven series between The Elite and Death Triangle, you receive an injury while protecting your fiancé, Matt Jackson. You insist that you can do things on your own, but Matt says otherwise, doting on you hand and foot.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury, brief medical talk, inaccurate medical information

Requested by: @mrsmatt — I hope you enjoy every minute of it! ❤️

Tagging: @breezyvk

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Matt was dead set on you not being ringside for the newly announced best of seven series. You had been ringside for all the previous matches since The Elite were back from their suspension and you had no plans of stopping, wanting to ensure your boys got the win and were safe the whole way through. You weren’t one to let anyone screw your boys over despite them being more than capable of handling themselves without assistance.

These three men and Brandon were your family. Matt being your fiancé, Nick and Kenny being your ‘brothers’, and Brandon was the one who was your best friend much to people’s shock, assuming it was Nick or Kenny.

You argued with Matt for what felt like forever until Nick and Kenny jumped in to help defuse the argument. Brandon knew to let you be, he would talk to you once you were alone. Nick was trying to get you to see Matt’s point of view all while Kenny was trying to get Matt to see your side. Brandon made countless attempts to tell the guys to let you be for a little bit, seeing how angry and annoyed you were becoming. Unfortunately, Brandon’s words fell on deaf ears until you stormed out of the room. “I tried to tell you to let her be.” Brandon said, shrugging and turning to chase after you.

Brandon knew exactly where you’d run off to. It didn’t matter what arena you were in for a show, if you needed some alone time for whatever reason before the show started, Brandon would always find you up in the balcony seats where you would be slouched down, feet propped up on the back of the seat below you. You liked that Brandon was the only one who knew where you’d be. You weren’t in the mood to deal with Matt, and even Kenny or Nick.

Brandon didn’t say anything as he sat down beside you, dressed in his signature colorful zebra striped track suit, thankfully that was as far as he had gotten before he heard you and Matt arguing, opting to listen in just in case you needed him. “Does he seriously think I’ll mess this series up for them? I’ve never been a distraction before.” You ask Brandon, hurt clearly evident in your voice. Brandon hated seeing you like this, the hurt in your voice and on your face was killing him.

He slung an arm around your shoulders in attempt to comfort you. “I don’t think he meant that whole ‘you’ll be a distraction’ thing. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he knows Death Triangle can be extra vicious and this series is definitely when they will be vicious.”

“I get this is important but that still stung to hear him to say that, and I don’t appreciate being made to feel like I’m incompetent. I don’t want to see him anymore today so he won’t have to worry about anything going wrong tonight. I have an interview with Renee later anyways.” You go to stand but Brandon gently grabs your wrist, making you turn your attention to him.

“You both need to talk it out. Calmly and civilly. I don’t like seeing the two of you fighting. Just tell me one thing before you go.” Brandon pleads, still gently holding your wrist while giving you his best puppy eyes. You knew you could have pulled your arm away and walked off, but this is your best friend and he’s never steered you wrong before, always in your corner and giving you advice like you had a feeling he was about to do now. You gesture for him to continue. “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him, Brandon. We’re getting married in six months. What does that have to do with any of this?” You admit, confused but willing to hear him out. You knew Brandon wouldn’t have asked that question if he didn’t have a reason or something to point out, but you were still lost on what he was getting at.

“It has everything to do with this. Think about it for a second, if the roles were reversed wouldn’t you want him to stay in the back if you knew how dangerous your opponent was? Wouldn’t you want to ensure his safety?” Brandon explains and you sigh, knowing he’s right. You’re just as protective of Matt as he is of you and Brandon knows it, he’s seen it firsthand. “Besides, I’ll be out there to keep an eye on him.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll go talk to him and agree to stay out of it. But, the second he’s in serious danger all that’s out the window.” You tell your best friend in a stern voice. Content with that answer, Brandon let go of your wrist and watched you leave.

Standing outside The Elite’s dressing room, you took a deep breath before knocking. You didn’t want to risk barging in and catching someone (mostly Nick or Kenny) naked, but Matt on the other hand….. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open revealing Nick who was studying your face to determine how you were feeling. “Can I talk to Matt? Please? I want to apologize for—“ You were interrupted by Nick’s voice.

“Come on in. I was actually supposed to be looking for you. He has some things he wants to say too.” Nick stepped out of the way and let you enter the room. Kenny was tying his shoes while Matt stared at his phone. As you got closer you saw exactly what had Matt’s attention — his favorite picture of you from some random time you two ordered food and binged watched one of those ridiculous reality shows that you got him hooked on. He had snuck a picture of you when you were zoned in on the over-the-top drama that was unfolding on the television. You remember questioning him about that particular picture, why he loved it so much and his answer left you with seventeen cavities from pure sweetness. He told you the reason was because you looked so happy, having fun while being lazy, stress and makeup free, snuggled up to him on the couch with a blanket draped over the two of you was the reason he had to snap the picture. He didn’t ever want to forget that moment.

Your heart melted seeing this, and you instantly felt awful for making such a big deal about you not being out there tonight. Brandon was right — he’s always right. “Can I have a minute alone with Matt please?” You ask, looking from Kenny to Nick as they exchanged a look before agreeing and exiting the room. You take a seat next to Matt, silently trying to decide what all you wanted to say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I flipped out on you and for blowing things out of proportion. I understand that you want to keep me safe, but I didn’t appreciate the way you said all of those things.” You stopped talking when you felt Matt’s hand rest on your leg.

Looking over at him, you see him shaking his head, he had most likely been doing that the whole time you were speaking. “Don’t apologize. I realize now, thanks to Nick and Kenny, that I was too harsh with my words and I shouldn’t have said things that would make you feel like a two year old. I wasn’t considering your feelings and I took my frustration out on you even though you had, and still have, every right to say what you did.” Matt confessed, those big brown eyes told you everything, he was being honest thanks to the tear that began to slip down his cheek. You brought your hand up to gently wipe it away. This really got to Matt and he didn’t want you leave him over this, especially after all the good times you two shared.

“Don’t cry, Matty. We both said things we shouldn’t have and I forgive you. I love you, always have and always will. Besides it’ll take a whole hell of a lot more than that argument to make me leave you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a hand coming up to cup the side of his face, your thumb slowly gliding over his cheek in a soothing manner. You watched Matt nod his head, not speaking, worried his voice wouldn’t hold up.

A knock at the door interrupted the moment. “Just a minute!” You called to whoever had awful timing. “Are you okay? Want me to get the door? Or send whoever it is away?” You asked, concern lacing you voice. You weren’t sure if Matt was ready to face anyone other than you at the moment.

You got your answer when Matt spoke, “I’m okay. You can let them in. I’m going to wash my face.” He stood knowing his eyes were most likely red and his face felt heavy from all the worry and emotions from the past hour. You watched him head off to the bathroom before going to open the door, revealing not one person but three — Nick, Kenny, and Brandon.

“Come on in guys. We’re okay, Matt’s in the bathroom washing his face.” You inform the trio knowing they have a million questions for you.

They all enter quietly. The three men notice the photo still pulled up on Matt’s phone where he left it on the table by his water bottle. None of them said a word about it, but you knew they saw it by the glances you saw them exchange. Matt returned from the bathroom and finally Brandon spoke, “We’ve gotta get going. The match starts soon and we can’t be late.” They all nodded heading for the door while you stayed put. You weren’t going to go since it worried Matt so much despite your protests earlier in the day.

“You coming love?” Matt asked, turning around when he didn’t hear you behind him. He held his hand out for you with a sweet smile on his face. You weren’t sure if you should go now after hearing his concerns along with your conversation with Brandon.

“Are you sure? I can stay back here, watch it on the monitor.” You offered only to be shut down by Matt gently pulling you up as he shakes his head.

“I’m sure. We need you out there. I need you out there.” He insisted. “It wouldn’t be right without you.”

“Hurry up lovebirds!” You both hear Nick call out already a distance down the hall. The two of you laugh and make your way towards the tunnel. As you arrive, you can’t help but let out a sigh and suppress an eye roll upon seeing Don waiting with Michael Nakazawa. You loved Nakazawa, he was always so sweet and kind to you, but Don on the other hand, you weren’t too thrilled about seeing. You didn’t trust him like the guys did, something was fishy about him to you but for the sake of the guys, especially Kenny’s, you really hoped you were wrong.

Once it was time for The Elite to make their entrance, you stayed back with Nak and Brandon as the boys shined on the stage as Carry On, Wayward Son blared through the arena’s speaker system. Shortly after, you led Brandon and Nak out as Don headed to commentary. Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus! You cheered, not having to deal with him any longer. Once all of you were in the ring, out came Death Triangle with their music blaring as well. They made their way to the ring with Alex trailing behind hyping them up as always. You had to admit Alex was a pretty good hype man.

Soon the match was underway. You were cheering on The Elite alongside Brandon when you noticed Alex attempting to pass something off to Penta. You were not about to let that happen. You were quick to race over there and confront the two men, Brandon hot on your heels. The argument between the four of you caught the attention of the remaining men in the ring and on the apron, PAC jumped off the apron and stepped directly in front you. Not one to back down from anyone, you weren’t fazed in the slightest, until you looked into his eyes, there was something unsettling about those eyes that made you instantly step back, bumping into Brandon as you did so. Matt and Nick were in between you and PAC before anything escalated while Kenny and Rey battled it out in the ring. Next thing you knew Matt was shoving you back as Rey dove onto the outside and wiped out everyone except for you and Brandon, who was tugging you back to The Elite’s corner.

The match continued as both trios traded blows and high flying maneuvers. You still kept your eye on Alex and whatever he was trying to hand Penta, you never got to see what it was but you had a plethora of ideas.

Soon Penta was tagged in and so was Matt. The pair exchanged chops, kicks, and dives as the other members of their respective trios joined in on the apron and on the floor next to you. When you looked back in the ring to check on Matt, your heart dropped into your stomach at what you saw — Penta had a hammer held high in the air and Matt was out of it, barley able to stay on his knees as Penta had a tight grip on his hair. You rushed into the ring and shoved Matt out of the way just in time. Unfortunately for you, you got struck with the hammer. Thankfully, it was on the wrist and not the head. You were grateful you were able to get your arms up over your head in time or things would have been a million times worse.

You couldn’t really hear the crowd react to what they just witnessed because your wrist was in excruciating pain. You went to try to get out of the ring quickly but you felt a pair of hands swiftly wrap around your waist and pull you out. You were in too much pain to care who it was, but upon hearing his voice, it was Kenny. He was calling for Doc Sampson to come check you out while Brandon was quickly by your side helping you make your way to the back.

Inside the ring, Matt was livid. He heard you yelp as the hammer made contact with your wrist and that’s what snapped him out of it, giving him extra adrenaline. His fight or flight response was to fight and protect you, like he always has. Matt didn’t waste any time yelling at Penta, getting up in his face, and absolutely rocking his shit. Matt was on fire the remainder of the match. Nick and Kenny were pissed too, but not like Matt, he was on a completely other level. Neither man had ever seen Matt this enraged before, now that they have, they don’t want to see it ever again. Matt’s already dark brown eyes looked almost pitch black, definitely a scary sight.

Back in Doc Sampson’s office, you were being looked at with Brandon by your side. You were going to have to go to the hospital for an X-ray so Doc can help you better. He guessed it was fractured or broken. You hoped it was the former. You begged Doc to let you wait for Matt, but much to your disappointment, he said it was best to go now —the sooner, the better. You signed, still clutching your wrist to your chest and reluctantly agreed. Brandon insisted on driving you and you didn’t put up a fight. You were ready to get this over with.

Once loaded up in Brandon’s rental car, you made the short drive over to the hospital. “Thanks for sticking with me. Can you let Matt know where we are? I love having you here for all this, but—”

“Already done. Don’t worry about it. I get it, it’s just not the same.” Brandon slid his phone back into his pants pocket after exiting the car and helping you, even though you didn’t really need it, you accepted the help anyways.

Finally inside and explained your situation to the receptionist, she pointed you in the right direction and it wasn’t before too long that Matt came racing in, Nick and Kenny hot on his heels. You could tell he had been through it but you weren’t sure if it was because of the match or because of you or both — most likely both. You were relieved to see Matt didn’t come alone. He was clearly in no position to drive.

Once Matt finally saw you, you saw the relief wash over his face. He moved so fast that it felt like he was across the room in three steps. “Baby! Baby, how long have you been here? When will they look at you? What’s—” He’s rapid fire questions were cut off by a nurse calling your name at the doorway to a hallway for those X-rays Doc Sampson ordered. Matt was quick to help you up, being cautious with your wrist you kept clutched to your chest. Again, you really didn’t need his help standing up, but you knew he was worried sick so, again, you accepted it.

“Follow me down the hall and we’ll get those X-rays done.” The nurse politely said as she led you and Matt down the hall. You felt Matt’s hand on your lower back, letting you know he’s there and guiding you. Glancing up at his face while you walked down the hall, you saw a range of emotions from worry to guilt to anger. You knew him well enough to know that he was worried about what the outcome of the X-rays would be, guilty that he was the reason you got hurt despite him knowing that he would have done the same had the roles been reversed, and anger because that damn hammer just had to be brought into the match, if it hadn’t you’d most likely be fine.

Nick, Kenny, and Brandon stayed in the waiting room talking about the situation. The three agreed that they needed to keep Matt occupied with you until the next match because he was a wild card at the moment, none of them knew what lengths he would go to for retaliation or what was going on in his mind. They just knew Matt needed to be with you, not just because they didn’t know what he would do to Penta but because Matt cared so deeply about you and loved you. The three had a feeling Matt would end up bugging the shit out of you with his overly protective attitude because you were an independent woman. The men also knew you would let him baby you regardless because you loved him and wanted him to do what he felt like was the best thing for you in times like this.

The X-rays were done and waiting for a doctor to come read them after consulting with Doc Sampson. The wait felt like forever. Matt was nervously bouncing his leg, a hand on yours. You didn’t know if that was meant to comfort you or ground and calm him. You had all you could take of the silence, turning to speak to Matt but you paused, studying his body language. Big brown eyes filled with worry, teeth biting at his bottom lip, leg still bouncing, his hand still on your thigh. He was way more nervous than you. Upon closer look, you noticed his eyes looked watery. This really bothered him more than you initially expected. “Matt…” You spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. Once his attention was on you, he slowed his leg to a stop and quit biting his lip, eyes still filled with worry. “It’s all going to be okay. My wrist doesn’t feel like it’s broken, at least I don’t think it does. Listen, regardless of what the X-ray says, I want you to take me home and you can play nurse to your heat’s content.” You lean up and place a soft kiss to his cheek. “But I expect you to be in uniform.” You whispered in a sultry voice into his ear. You saw how his face immediately turned red at your request. He wasn’t used to you saying things like that to him, especially in public.

A knock at the door was Matt’s saving grace. The doctor entered with the X-rays, taking a seat on the stool in the room by the computer. “Good news is your wrist is not broken. Bad news is that it’s fractured, but no surgery will be needed, just a brace should do until it’s fully healed. Also, as I’m sure you know, don’t be lifting anything with that hand.” You nodded along and felt Matt’s hand squeeze your thigh.

“Of course. Thank you.” You tell the doctor once he’s finished talking. Standing to leave, Matt nodded his head to the doctor. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t speaking until you noticed he was trying to keep his cool. He was still angry that you were hurt, thankful your wrist wasn’t broken, but still angry Penta had to use that damn hammer.

Once back out in the waiting room, you see Nick, Kenny, and Brandon chatting away while passing Nick’s phone back and forth. You didn’t know what they were looking at or talking about and you kind of didn’t want to know either because with those three it could be anything.

Their attention is taken away from Nick’s phone when they hear your footsteps approaching. Brandon goes to open his mouth to speak, but closes it as soon as he sees Matt’s face. Nick and Kenny see it too, opting to follow Brandon’s lead. “Well, it’s not broken, just fractured. Probably have to be out for a little bit but no surgery so that’s a relief.” You inform the trio, knowing they saw Matt’s face by the silence you received. “Let’s go home. Actually, let’s go eat. I’m starving.” And right on cue, your stomach let out a loud growl, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the guys.

Kenny and Nick join Brandon in his rental car, knowing that Matt would want you with him. They didn’t mind, they would want the same.

After your meal, everyone went their separate ways, embarking on their journey home. Nick would typically ride with you and Matt, but he knew his brother. Nick knew Matt would want to be alone with you after everything, to probably talk it out and what not, so Nick rode home with Brandon.

You managed to get Matt to lighten up and relax by putting on the silliest concert you could, signing at the top of your lungs, water bottle for a microphone, and dancing in your seat. Matt loved seeing you like that so much that he couldn’t help but smile and join in on the duets.

When you finally reached your shared home, Matt made you wait in the car until he got all your things inside the house, quick to return to you and assist you out of the car and into the house. Yep, this is going to get old real quick. You thought to yourself. You let Matt do those things, knowing he still felt guilty you were hurt trying to protect him.

“I’ll go run you a bath, just the way you like, candles, soft music, dim lights, and bubbles. I’ll have one of my shirts waiting for you and a fluffy towel to dry off with. And I—“ You pulled him down with your good hand, connecting his lips with yours. You were so happy that he cared so much to do all those things, but he was already driving you crazy.

Matt was stunned, freezing only for a moment before returning your kiss, only to increase the intensity. You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t having it, at least not right now. You abruptly pulled away from his addictive lips. “Nope! Not yet honey. I believe you mentioned a bath, besides you’re not even in uniform yet!” You teased, turning on your heel and heading towards the master bathroom. You chuckled as you heard Matt mutter a swear before chasing after you.

The bath was exactly as Matt described, candles, music, dim lights, bubbles, the fluffiest towel you own, and your favorite shirt of his. You were tempted to ask him to join you, he was a mixture of emotions and could definitely use some relaxing. “Matt! Come ‘ere! Come join me!” You shout from the tub, unsure where exactly in the house he was.

The second Matt heard you shout his name, he was on it. He didn’t listen to what else you might have said, he was worried you hurt yourself or your wrist even more on accident. Relief washed over his face when he ran into the bathroom, seeing you playing with the bubbles while quietly singing to a song on the playlist. “Oh thank God!” He exclaimed, ever so slightly out of breath. You turned your body just enough to see him hunched over in the doorway, confusion was etched on your face.

“You okay, babe?” It was your turn to be concerned for him. He nodded, too embarrassed to tell you why he ran from one end of the house to the other when you yelled. “Join me! Clearly you need to relax.” You teased him once again, gesturing to his still hunched over body.

“You know what, I think I will.” He winked, stripping his shirt off, the rest of his clothes following suit. He slipped in the bath behind you, letting out a content sigh as you leaned back against his bare chest. “Now I get why you love these so much.” He says, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Told you these baths were heaven.” You shut your eyes as well, soaking in the moment. A relaxing bath with your soon-to-be husband, this was the life.

After what felt like hours, you both took turns washing each other off before getting out and heading to bed. After such an eventful evening, nightfall came quick. You slipped into Matt’s shirt and your underwear while Matt slipped into some pajama pants, the pair of you were exhausted and ready for bed.

Matt pulled you into his arms once you both were in bed, careful with your fractured wrist as you snuggled into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of me today.” You said, softly, placing a kiss to his chest. You were so thankful and grateful to have Matt, someone to love you, take care of you, spoil you despite your protests, and support and respect you.

“I love you more, angel.” Matt placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. If today and the next several weeks would teach him anything, it was that the two of you would be together through thick and thin. The diamond ring on your left hand proved it.

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Could I make a request where Matt Jackson falls for a girl who is not his type at all? Maybe she’s not impressed by his antics? And Matt has no idea what to do? I need some vulnerable Matt!

Matt Jackson x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing

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

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st & 3rd gifs @stukky, 2nd gif @onestormynight

I hope you like it.

Summary: Matt Jackson falls for a woman who does not fall for his usual gimmicks and he has no idea what to do.

Tyson - Kenny Omega ☆ Austin - Adam Cole

Matt Jackson's POV:

I could hear her before I even saw her. I can hear her laughter and then I see her walk around the corner, talking with Dante.

I can see the smile on her face. The same smile that can light up any room. Who can make anyone's day better with her just smiling at them.

A smile that usually turns into a scowl when I open my mouth and say anything to her.

I felt a hand clasp my shoulder and I looked over and saw that Nick was looking down at me, with one eyebrow raised.

"You know, maybe it is time to move on." He said to me as he sat down in the empty seat beside me.

"I have." Completely lying not only to him but myself.

"Pfft. You and I both know that is lie. You have done everything you can to get her to like you. Face it, it is time to move on."

"I have tried but something keeps pulling me back to her. I just know we are ment to be together."

"You said that about Dana and Chelsea." I just glared at him, wanting nothing more than to slap the bottle of water out of his hand.

"Maybe just be yourself." I gave Tyson a confused look.

"But I am." I told him. He shook his head no at me.

"No, you are being Matt from The Young Bucks. Trying to use your fame, just like you always have."

"But it has worked for me in the past though." I said to him, still confused on what he is getting at.

"Yeah and that usually works on people who you just want to have a one-night stand with. That isn't going to work on YN."

"I know I have tried." I looked over at YN once more and she was now sitting with Kris.

"Show YN who you are. Who you truly are. Not Matt Jackson, but Matt Massie." I sat there quietly repeating what Tyson has said to me.

Then it was like a light bulb went off inside my head. "I know what to do."

"And that is?" Nick asked me.

"You just wait and see." I told the both of them. I didn't notice that they looked at one another as I am now just too focused on the plan that I have forming in my head.

Well that all seemed to fail.

I bought her flowers and she would either give them to someone else or throw them all.

I sent her gifts and she would just hand them back to the delivery person.

I sent her cards with gift cards to a spa day. To the movies, hell even her favourite restaurants, but nothing.

Nothing I have been doing seems to be working on her.

"Maybe if you just tried talking to her." Austin said to me as I got yet another call from a place saying that YN did not accept the gift.

"I have tried."

"Have you though? Have you really?"

"Yes Austin." I said to him trying to keep my cool.

"I was there that day. You saw her, looked her up and down and blew her a god damn kiss. You introduced yourself and expected her to fall all over you."

"Well it usually works."

"Obviously not this time. I know you have talked to Tyson and Nick. Didn't Tyson just say be yourself?"

I sighed and nodded my head yes.

"Well stop sending her gifts and just talk to her. YN isn't the usual woman you fall for. She is different. Even I can see that."

YN's POV:

After turning away yet another delivery and gift, all I could do was sigh.

I wanted to get angry, truly I did, but I couldn't as I am just so tired of it.

"He send another gift?" Kris asked me from her spot on the bed. The two of us were having a girls day. Just watching some horror movies and enjoying some room service.

"Yeah." I said as I joined her once again.

"What was it this time?"

"Another Spa Day, but this time it also said for me to bring a friend along."

Kris slapped my shoulder and I yelped while rubbing the spot she hit. "We could of used that together."

"If I take one then he thinks it is okay to keep sending more. I want it to stop."

"Why not just give him a chance? Matt is a good guy."

"I can imagine he is, but he hasn't shown me that yet. I just want to see the real Matt you know? Not the one who always has to put on an act."

"YN, I know him. He just doesn't know any other way. He has always been like this."

"Then the guy he is showing is not someone who wants to be in a committed relationship and the only way I will go out with him if he stops pretending."

I went back to watching The Boy, trying to tune Kris out as I watched the movie.

After a few more days of stuffed being delivered to me and me turning them away, it stopped.

It finally stopped.

I felt like I could finally breathe again. No more strangers knocking on the door or stopping me somewhere to hand me yet another card or another box.

But after a few days of pure silence, there was knock on my door. I looked at it and contemplated answering it.

The knocking finally stopped and I heard footsteps leave. I looked through the peephole and saw that no one was there.

I opened the door and looked up and down the hallway and saw that no one was waiting around the corner.

I went to go back in my room when I heard something crunch underneath my shoe. I looked down and saw a single, beautiful red rose and a note attached to it.

I moved my foot off of the rose bent down to pick it up, opening the note.

YN, I am sorry for everything. Please meet me at 6 PM at the Potters Burger Bar to get to know the real me. ~ Matt.

I walked back into my hotel room and thought about it and I figured I should give him a chance.

One chance to see the real him. The restaurant he picked wasn't fancy, so I just dressed casual. Something nice but nor fancy at all.

It was 5:59 PM when I walked into the restaurant and I saw him sitting there in the corner, in normal looking clothes and looking very nervous.

The hostess took me back to him and he stood up and gave me a nervous smile as he looked at me.

"I didn't think you would come." He said.

Matt Jackson's POV:

"To be honest Matt, neither did I." YN said to me as I pushed in her chair. I quickly got back in my seat.

"I am glad you did. I have a lot to make up for." I was going to say something else when the waiter came over and took our drink order.

"YN, I am sorry for sending all of the gifts. I just wanted you to notice me."

"Matt, you are hard to miss, but you asked about me and sent me stuff you thought I would like."

"I know but in my defence that has worked with other women in the past."

"Well Matt, I am not like most woman." I smirked at her and I hope she didn't feel repulsed by me as I said, "Oh I know."

The waiter came back with our drinks and took our food order."

As we waited, we asked each other questions. Getting know each other.

I told her what my child hood was like. How my family is and she told me hers.

We found out each others favourite colours, songs and everything else you should ask a person.

The two were having such a good time that we didn't realise that the restaurant was practically empty.

I called the waiter over and paid for our meals, a long with a big tip as a thank you for not kicking us out.

"Want to go for a walk down the street? There is a bar that is still open." I suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."

The two of us stayed at the bar playing pool and darts and eating bar food until final call.

We walked slowly back to hotel. We were on different floors.

Hers was before mine and I made sure to walk her to the door.

"I had a good time Matt." YN said as she turned to face me before entering her hotel room.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I did. I didn't want too but I went in with an open mind and I am glad I did."

"Well can I take you out again?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I think I would like that. This time I get to pick."

"Deal." I said to her.

I was about to say goodbye when YN grabbed my shoulders and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams Matt. I'll see you later." She said as she walked into her room and closed the door on my stunned face.

I felt like a teen all over again as I touched my cheek.

Who knew being yourself would actually work? Maybe people should listen to Tyson more when he gives relationship advice.

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elitehunter · 8 months

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Matt Jackson: No Need to Second-Guess (That You've Been On My Mind)

Pairing: Matt Jackson x OFC

Summary: When she's brought onto the women's roster on a week-to-week appearance and Matt Jackson takes an interest in her training — she happily accepts. But what happens when he's worried his attraction to her with affect her chances of getting a full-time contract and all she knows is that he's pulling away from the friendship they've formed?.

Rating: G Word Count: 3,773 Warnings: a minor injury, and ofc passes out when she isn't taking very good care of herself/working too hard, other than that nothing much warning-worthy Notes: Written for 2023 series of Bingo Card Prompts. All requests are full but the card is here for anyone interested. Prompt: "Now what?"

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Proposition 🫠

Requested by @madhatterbri 🥰 We’ve got it bad for this man and I love it 😂

Word Count: 2,388 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @supakixbabe

Original request:

"You are a new employee in AEW. You manage to piss off the EVPs. (I know your brain will think of something.) They threaten to suspend you without pay. Matt excuses himself from a meeting to take a phone call leaving you and Nick alone. Nick gives you another way to get out of suspension."

Disclaimers: Manipulation, cursing, oral sex, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

EVP Nicholas Jackson has a proposition you can’t turn down…

You had just walked up to one of your coworkers to ask them a question about the night ahead when you heard a voice call out in your direction,

“Hey, hey! What’s going on here? Why are you just standing around talking when there’s work to be done?!”

You turned to see where the voice was coming from, your eyes growing large when you realized it was an EVP calling out to you.

When you first started at AEW, several coworkers warned you to stay out of the path of the company’s hot head, Nicholas Jackson. His brother Matthew was similar in his devious ways, but Nicholas had a certain edge to him that Matthew didn’t. With each step he took towards you, your heart pounded harder and harder against your chest. When he finally stood before you, his voice was brash, and his agitation was evident when he spoke again, “I believe I asked you a question! So, you can talk to a fellow team member, but you won’t respond to your EVP? This is a punishable offense, Y/N!”

There was something about the way your name fell from his lips that almost put you in a trance. While you continued to stand in silence, your coworker casually stepped on your foot to snap you out of it! “Ouch!” you shouted a little too loudly, embarrassment instantly coating your cheeks. Nicholas’ icy blue eyes nearly burned a hole in you as he stared at you, making you turn a deeper shade of red. “I-I um mean, hello Mr. Jackson. I think there’s a little bit of a misunderstanding here, you see I had just walked up to ask-“ you tried to explain, but Nicholas cut you off mid-sentence.

“A misunderstanding, huh?” Nicholas scoffed. “First I catch you slacking off, then you refuse to answer me, and now you’re trying to correct your EVP!” At this point, Matthew had walked up when he heard the commotion and placed his hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “Sorry guys, my brother’s kind of a hot head! He just gets tired of the disrespect around here so he’s a little tense. We can continue this conversation in our office,” Matthew explained calmly. His grin he had plastered on his face was the complete opposite of the scowl that Nicholas had on his own, which only left your head spinning the longer all of you stood there. “That sounds like a great idea, Matthew. But this one can go back to work,” Nicholas pointed at your coworker and then directed his gaze back to you, “Y/N is the troublemaker here.”

You were instructed to close the door behind you after walking into the EVP’s office, Matthew motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of a large desk. Nicholas sat in the leather executive chair behind the desk while Matthew leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “Unless you can give me a good reason not to, you are hereby suspended from AEW without pay. You caught me in a generous mood, Y/N so I’ll keep your suspension at 1 week only,” Nicholas stated matter of factly. He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, his feet now propped up on the desk as he waited to hear what your rebuttal was.

This time it was your agitation that shined through when your words came out sharply, “Suspended for a week, without pay?! You’re joking, right? I didn’t even do anything! Maybe we should take this up with Tony since one of his EVPs seems to be on a power trip,” The second your last few words came out of your mouth, you instantly regretted them, but there was no going back on what you said now. Matthew was about to interject when his phone started ringing in his pocket, “Matthew Jackson, EVP. Ah, yes! I’ve been expecting your call. Please hold for a moment, would you? Thanks,” he spoke into the phone before covering the bottom half with his hand. “It’s the CEO of Duolingo, I gotta take this. Apparently, they’re impressed with my daily streak I have going, and they might want to strike up a sponsorship deal. I’ll catch up with you later, Nicholas! And good luck to you, Y/N,”

Your eyes watched as Matthew returned his focus on his phone call and walked out of the room. “So, now where were we?” Nicholas asked smugly. “You were about to suspend me for no reason, sir,” you replied, making sure to make your annoyance known. You could’ve sworn you saw the corner of Nicholas’ mouth twitch upwards, but you ignored it. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stroked his beard with his fingers, making you squirm in your chair slightly whenever his eyes met yours. When his voice finally broke the silence, it made you jump, “I have a proposition for you, Y/N. Care to hear it?” A dry laugh involuntarily escaped from you before you asked, “Do I even have a choice?”

Nicholas exuded confidence when he elaborated, “The proposition is that I’ll forget about the week of suspension without pay if you agree to let me fuck some manners into you,” You felt your muscles tighten deep in your lower half as your brain tried to process what the EVP had just said. “Ex-excuse me?” you asked nervously. Nicholas didn’t skip a beat as he further explained his idea, “It’s simple, really Y/N. For the next week, instead of sitting at home missing out on those beautiful green Benjamins, you’ll be at my beck and call whenever I need you. You’ll let me have my way with you whenever, and however I see fit, and maybe by the end of the week you’ll put some respect on my name and learn how to treat your superiors,”

“And if I don’t want this? What happens if I say no?” you questioned before swallowing hard. Nicholas stood slowly and placed his palms flat on the desk, leaning forward in your direction as his blue eyes peered up at you from underneath his fedorah. “I don’t think you’re going to decline my offer, Y/N. The way your eyes have darkened and the change in your breathing tells me all I need to know. Your body is giving you away, sweetheart,” He wasn’t wrong about the things his proposition was doing to you, you were just mad at yourself for making it so obvious how intrigued you were by everything. “Before I agree, answer one more question. Once I follow through with my end of the deal, at the end of the 7 days will things go back to normal with no more mentions of being suspended?”

“Absolutely, Y/N. 1 week of bliss with yours truly, and your little discretion tonight will be forgiven,”

There wasn’t much left to say once you nodded and accepted whatever fate had in store for you in the upcoming week ahead, so Nicholas dismissed you and told you that he would be in contact with you very soon. The rest of the evening went by in a blur as your mind was focused on a blue-eyed EVP.

When you crossed the threshold of your hotel room, your head was still spinning. You tossed your bag on the floor and plopped down on your bed with a loud sigh as you tried to make sense of everything. There was hardly any time to decompress before your text tone interrupted your thoughts. You picked up your phone and read over the messages:

Nicholas Jackson: Get some good rest tonight sweetheart. You’re going to need your energy for tomorrow.

Nicholas Jackson: It’s hot when you talk back btw. Sweet dreams beautiful 😘

The next couple of days were filled with multiple orgasms, but none that were your own. Nicholas was a greedy EVP, making sure his wants and needs were satisfied as he fucked your face leaving you a breathless mess on your knees by the time he was finished with you. The way his hand would wrap around your hair and control your pace and depth made your arousal course through every fiber of your being, the sight of him coming undone from your mouth alone made you feel like a goddess! His praises made you groan and hum in appreciation when they breathlessly fell from his lips, “I love the way you look when you’re on your knees. That’s good sweetheart, keep doing that,” The 2nd night after Nicholas left your hotel room, you took care of yourself while picturing him pleasuring you instead. You imagined his hands roaming freely all over your body, his head buried in between your legs while his tongue worked its magic, and the thought of him hovering above you as he fucked you did you in.

Day 3 went by with little contact from Nicholas until around 10pm when you got a FaceTime call from him. You greeted him pleasantly when his handsome face showed on your screen, but his hello wasn’t nearly as warm as yours. It was obvious that something had him stressed, but you knew better than to pry. Instead, you followed his instructions to strip for him and to start pleasuring yourself on the bed while he did the same on the other end of the call. “Jesus, Y/N! Look how sexy you are giving me my own private show. Tell me who you’re thinking about sweetheart. Tell me who you’re imagining pleasing you right now,” he practically begged as he continued to stroke himself. “You Nicholas! I-I’m thinking about you…”

Day 4 was the day when everything changed. You and Nicholas were having an argument during the free time you had in between your tasks at the arena. You explained to him that you were becoming frustrated with your arrangement and when you told him you wished he would’ve just suspended you instead, it struck a nerve inside of him. “You told me you were going to fuck some manners into me, but that’s yet to happen. I’m no different than I was 4 days ago! You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” you said exasperated. Nicholas lowered his voice and got mere inches away from your face when he replied just as frustrated as you, “You want me to fuck you, Y/N? Okay, let’s get the hell out of here and I’ll give you what you want,”

The ride back to the hotel was tense and filled with anticipation as you and Nicholas rode in the back of the chauffeured vehicle. The elevator ride up to his floor was agonizingly slow. Nicholas caught you off guard when he crashed his lips against yours once the door to his room was latched. Both of you tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes desperately, leaving each piece in a crumbled pile on the floor when they were finally removed. The feeling of his warm bare skin against your own felt incredible, it was something you didn’t realize how badly you needed it. The both of you toppled over onto the bed with your lips never parting, your tongues dancing together in a sweet rhythm. Nicholas’ hard length brushed up against your wet cunt each time he moved even the slightest bit causing you to whine, “Nicholas, please! I-I want you now!”

Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes as he inched himself inside of you, making that moment so much more intimate than it already was. Nicholas took his time with his first few movements so you could adjust to the stretching of your walls, and so you both could savor the feeling of your bodies uniting as one. There was a sweetness to Nicholas that wasn’t there before, a tenderness to him that his EVP position never let him show. You were taken back by his slow and steady pace and the way his hands cradled your head as he balanced himself on his forearms. “I th-thought you were going to fuck me, Nicholas?” you teased. He chuckled to himself as he hovered above you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before he teased you right back, “So, so needy, sweetheart! You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

In no time, the headboard was rocking and knocking against the wall, surely pissing off the guests on the other side of it. Your moans and whimpers were music to Nicholas’ ears, and he made sure to tell you so, “You make the sweetest noises, Y/N. I could listen to them all night!” You were moments away from your release, Nicholas not far behind as his movements became ragged and less controlled. “I want you to cum, Nicholas! Cum for me, I want everything you have,” you cried out when his hard length brushed against the sweet spot inside of you, ultimately bringing you to the most intense orgasm you ever had. Your body shuddered underneath him as wave upon wave of pleasure consumed you, leaving your mind nearly blank while you completely unraveled. “God, you’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Nicholas murmured against the shell of your ear.

He continued thrusting himself in and out of your sensitive cunt until he came just as hard as you did. You felt the warmth of his seed fill you and his hard length pulsate against your walls, his arms nearly failing at holding his weight off you from the force of his release. Once he was steady, he removed himself from you and rolled over on the bed next to you. The both of you laid together in comfortable silence until you stood up and offered your hand to Nicholas, “Come on, Mr. EVP. Let’s take a shower and wash off before we have to head back to the arena,” He squeezed your hand before letting it go gently and giving you a warm smile, “You go ahead and start the water, I’ll join you in a minute,”

You nodded and went on your way, leaving Nicholas alone sitting up on the bed, wondering if this proposition was really a good idea. “Maybe it would’ve been better if Y/N chose the suspension after all,” he thought to himself. “I don’t know how I’m going to let her go on day 7…”

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coleskingdom · 7 days

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Always

Matt Jackson x F Reader

19+ Minors DNI

Pure Fiction

I blame @midwestmade29 and this gif that he clearly did for the Tumblr.

@madhatterbri

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked as we walked through the door of the hotel room Matt’s hands messing with the straps of the sundress I was wearing. “ I’ve missed you. Your skin is so warm, you smell like sunshine and pears.” he spun me around so I was facing him. “I’ve missed you, Matt” a little too much emphasis on his name, my eyes looking for his acknowledgement of what I’m trying to say.

He brushes his finger along the bridge of my nose, then over my lips. When he presses the pad of his thumb into the flesh of my lower lip, I think I stop breathing. "I know, Princess” he whispers. His tone is tender , as if he can read my mind . My body shivers with delight as he pulls me closer. Then he puts his mouth to mine-but his kiss isn't tender, it's devouring and hot.

My body responds to the power of it, and I open my lips to give him better access, allowing his tongue to stroke mine in long, languid motions. I feel his cock hardening beneath his jeans, and I let out a moan. His hand travels down my side and when it comes to the hem of my dress, he doesn't waste any time dragging his rough palm up my bare thigh, placing the thin fabric near my belly. He teases the skin there as he kisses me. “ Matt please” as his kisses trail down my jaw to the place where my neck and shoulder meet, he lingers there it’s his favorite spot. “ For you Princess anything.” His hands leave my body for the briefest of moments as he takes off his t shirt, throwing it on to the ground, my dress soon following. He pulled me back into his chest holding me there, his hands caressing my sides and up my back. I pulled back running my hands up my favorite parts of his body.

His lips trailed down my body as he kissed the tops of my breasts as he sank lower in front of me his hands lingering where his lips had previously been. He rested his head on my stomach my hands running through his hair. He looked up at me as I offered my hand as he stands back up.

Matt takes my hand and lays me back on the blanket before moving down my body, his palms brushing over my naked breasts and stom-ach. Once he reaches my feet,he presses his thumbs into the arches of my feet, massaging them.

My eyes roll back in pleasure at the unexpected touch. It's brief, but enough to turn me into a massive puddle. Once satisfied, he trails kisses up my calves and to my inner thighs before he finds my center. I suck in a breath at the touch as he pulls my panties down and throws them with the rest of our clothes. Before I have time to miss the contact, Matt is back between my legs as he licks and kisses my center. I grab the back of his head as he wraps his lips over my clit and sucks. My head falls back, and I cry out when he suctions around it again and again. My fingers dig into his scalp to keep his mouth in place, I feel him smile against me before continuing the motion. "I'm getting close." My hands tugging at his

He looks up at me from between my legs and grins, suctioning harder as he inserts not two, but three fingers inside of me. The myriad of sensations plus the look on his face sends me over the edge. He continues to work me through the aftershocks of the orgasm he just gave me.

Giving me a moment to let my body come back down, as he takes off the rest of his clothes. “ Princess, get on your knees and face the mirror” his voice thick and firm with lust. “I want you to see how perfect we are together , how much I need you.” I do as he tells me, “Shit this bed is low” I see him raise one leg to the bed, I look at him behind me as he lines his cock up with my entrance as the tip of his cock pushes in. Our breath hitches together as he pushes in , from this angle I feel so full . “Relax Princess”He moves his hands to my waist, stroking his hands along the skin there. "You feel so good, baby. So right." His pace is slow and deep “Faster Matt” at my words he begins pistoning in and out of me then surprised me with a circle of his hips. He laughs as he saw my face and the gasp that fell from my lips. “Right there don’t stop” my voice strained “I’m so close” his arm came around bringing me closer to me, his fingers rubbing fast circles on my clit. “That’s it princess come for me. Give me everything you have.” I come hard my walls milking his cock as he pumps into me before I hear his tell tell sounds as his release triggers aftershocks of my own. He holds me close as we both come back down.

He kisses down my neck before he pulls himself from me. I miss him immediately he laughs softly. “Miss me already” his words against my skin. “Always” as he settles us in bed, he pulls me into him “Princess I’m always here.” His fingers intertwined with mine.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 17 days

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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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dirtywrestling · 1 year

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Could you do something with a female reader and Matt Jackson? Maybe she’s not his type but she really likes him, but someone has told her he’d never like someone like her? Honestly as long as it’s Matt I don’t care what it is!

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, A Tad Bit Angst

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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You stared from a far, sitting on a crate that wasn't being used in the hallway as you kept glancing over at the gorilla. The Jackson Brothers along side Kenny Omega were stretching and talking before their theme song hit.

You admired at Matt spread his legs and reached downwards, making his plump ass stick up in the air. You licked your bottom lip, bringing your water bottle to your mouth taking a swig. Your eyes dragged over the curve of his bag down to where his wrestling pants hugged the curve of his ass and muscular thighs.

You just wish he'd turn around so you could see the outline of his cock in those tight pants.

"He doesn't like you, ya know."

The voice made you spit out your water, coughing as you swallowed the liquid making it go down the wrong pipe. Luckily for you, the Young Bucks and Omega's theme went off, the loud music covered up your choking coughs. You looked to the person on your right to see MJF smirking, chewing his gum with his hands in his pockets. "Wh- What?" Your could feel tears prickling in your eyes but not from his mean words.

"I said, Matt doesn't like you like that."

Finally inhaling air correctly you wiped your mouth. "I wasn't..." You swallowed, trying to come up with an excuse.

"He actually likes blondes." MJF popped a bubble with his gum. "Should die your hair blonde." He smirked looking over your hair. You grabbed the strands of your hand and ran your fingers through it.

"I'm not going to dye my hair for some boy, Max." You spat his name out like it was venom.

"Then have fun not having Matt Jackson give you any of his attention." MJF laughed. "Champ gotta go, but see ya." MJF waved goodbye to you as he walked away.

You sat there, covered in your water mixed saliva that you coughed out earlier. You bit the inside of your cheek rethinking what MJF said. Maybe you should dye your hair?

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madhatterbri · 10 days

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Lips Of An Angel | M.J.

Summary: Reader and Matthew have a late night conversation.

Author's Note: Thanks to @supakixbabe for the GIF. This popped into my head since man seems like he is always brooding. Do not take this seriously.

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Matthew sat up in the living room couch channel surfing through the television. It was just another boring night at home. The kids were asleep. His wife lay in their bed watching whatever program caught her interest. His mind started to drift away as he thought about you. To his shock, you must have been thinking about him too. His phone lit up with your picture and name. You were calling him. Panic set in as he wondered if something happened to you. He looked at the clock. Midnight. Something definitely had to have happened for the late-night phone call. He grabbed his phone and peered down the hallway. His wife was still in bed. In a split-minute decision, he answered the phone and went into the backyard. His family could never hear the conversation he was about to have. "Y/N? It is midnight," he pointed out as if you didn't own a watch or clock. He was answered by the sounds of you crying. He recognized this cry from before. You were thinking about the life you could have had with him before everything fell apart. Matthew asked anyway. "Are you ok? Why are you crying?" "Just thinking about what my life could have been like with you," you admitted between breathy sobs. "Why are you whispering?" "I am outside. She is awake in the bedroom and I don't want her to hear us," he answered. Matthew looked down and shifted his feet. "I was just thinking about you, you know? Sometimes I wish she was you," Those affirmations seemed to calm you down a bit. You were now still breathing heavily on the phone, but at least you were calmer. Matt hated saying those words out loud but they were true. He didn't only have these thoughts in the bad times, but in the good ones as well. No matter what his wife did he always wondered how you would have done things. "Matthew," you whispered just getting your bearings back. His legs faltered at the mention of his name. The way it rolled off your tongue each time no matter the circumstance. You were his angel on Earth. The two of you could never be apart from each other. "Did you remember what today was then?" He inquired and looked at his watch to see the date. Today was the anniversary of the day he met you at one of the Dynamite tapings. He was walking around the arena and spotted you in the first row. His feet felt like they were planted in the ground. His brother had to drag him away before it started to raise suspicions. Matthew suddenly got a bitter taste in his mouth. "Does he know you're talking to me right now?" He asked. The same douchebag that sat next to you in the arena. It was obvious he was out of his domain. The guy had a scowl on his face the entire time. The man looked miserable even though he had some amazing seats. At least you were there to make things better. "He is at work. It would just start a fight if he knew I was talking to you," you sighed. Plenty of times you opened up about your marriage to this guy. The fear of the unknown kept you with him. He was your high school sweetheart. What if you couldn't find someone else to love you?

"You and I would certainly be in the same boat," he spoke and let his mind start to reminisce about you. The way you brought your head back to laugh at all his jokes. All the times you cheered him and his brother on despite the odds. "Matthew, I wish things could be different," you confessed. "I love it when you say my name," he reminded her. His heart skipped a beat when you confessed the same feelings he had. He sighed and rubbed his face. You made it so hard to be faithful. A thought popped into his head. Maybe just one night wouldn't be so bad. "I saw on the calendar we are going to be a few hours from you. Maybe we both stay at the same hotel?" he asked. Your giggle and excitement was all he needed to hear.

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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• kinktober — day six : lingerie — matt jackson •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2022 }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } fem!reader, daddy kink, lingerie, oral sex { f receiving }, squirting, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, cumshot s, internal cumshot, creampie

{ word count } — 421

{ pairing } — fem!reader x matt jackson

{ genre } — smut

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“what’s all this?” matt’s voice echoed through the bedroom as he rested himself up against the doorframe

you laid on the bed, white lace lingerie wrapped around your form

the bra accentuated the fullness of your breasts, panties barely covering your modesty

you peered up at him with a sultry gaze, eyelashes batting with a faux innocence

“like what you see, daddy?”

matt bit his lip, taking his time to stare upon your beautiful figure.

“of course, princess.”

he made his way to the edge of the bed, dragging you by your ankles, having positioned himself between your thighs

he let his fingers tease your entrance, rubbing small circles into your aching clit through your panties

“but you know, i like it even more when you got nothing on”

he leaned down to kiss you harshly, moaning into the kiss

“you know i’m an impatient man, baby”

he quickly dropped to his knees, lips leaving soft kisses on across your inner thighs

“matt-“

“shhh baby, let daddy taste you”

he pried your panties to the side, licking a long heated stripe up your slit

he shuddered with delight at your taste

“been far too long since i’ve tasted you, princess”

his tongue traced shapes across your clit, devouring you.

“fuck, daddy! please-“

your whines caught in your throat, back arching with such pleasure.

he pulled you close, fucking you out with his tongue until you spilled over

he pried himself from between your thighs, his beard soaked with your wetness

he wasted not time freeing his cock, tugging his sweatpants halfway down his thighs

his thick cock springing up against his stomach

“fuck…” he growled feeling your cunt stretch around his size.

“missed your pretty cunt. baby”

he bottomed out, filling you to the brim with his cock

he hooked one of your legs over his shoulders, peering down at your breasts for a moment

watching them bounce, how the were constricted by the fabric, it somehow turned him on even more

“fuck princess, i’m gonna cum”

“please…please cum in me, daddy”

he took the most pleasure in filling you up

within moments of announcing, he pumped your cunt full of his seed

pulling out, letting the remainder of his cum splash up onto your stomach

your sweetness gushed down your thighs, leaving the sheets below you a mess

“fuck, baby. i never told you how hot you looked in that lingerie”

he panted, stripping himself bare and joining you on the bed.

“i think your actions said enough”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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The Best Surprise

Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 3,696

Summary: You reminisce about your life with Matt while planning to surprise him with your son at a show. With the help of Nick, Kenny, and Brandon, Matt is in for the best surprise.

Warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy and childbirth

Requested by: rihannaprotor14 on Wattpad

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You always dreamed that this would be your life, and here you were — a loving husband and, in your opinion, the world’s cutest baby boy.

You’ll never forget the day you meet your husband. It was a warm, sunny day in California, you had just moved from your hometown about two months ago, still finding your way around town. You remembered being completely and utterly lost until a kind stranger noticed your confused and panicked face and offered to help. You immediately knew who he was, having seen plenty Young Bucks matches over the years. Your savior was none other than Matt Jackson.

He so sweet and helpful the entire time he was explaining that you had just gotten turned around, offering to walk with you to your destination since he was headed in that direction too. You accepted his offer and the pair of you headed off down the street in the right direction this time, until a voice called out, “Hey! Matt, where are you going? We gotta get to the house, we told mom we wouldn’t be late!” You knew immediately, not just from the words, but from the voice that it was Nick, clearly confused on where his brother was going and what he was doing.

You looked up at Matt, curious on what his response would be. “Go ahead! I’ll be there soon! I got something I need to do first.” Matt replied, stopping to turn and face his younger brother. You stopped as well, not wanting to get lost anymore than you already were.

Nick realized quickly what was happening, he knew Matt and he knew his brother would never turn down the opportunity to help anyone — especially a pretty woman like you. Nick just nodded at his brother with a knowing grin. “Alright. I’ll see you later.” Nick shakes his head and begins his journey to his parent’s house in the opposite direction.

You froze, seeing Nick going in the other direction. Why did Matt lie? Does he really want to help me that bad? “I thought you said you were going this way, or is Nick taking a short cut?” You were confused and wanted to know what was going on in Matt’s head. You eyed his face for a reaction, the one you got was one you weren’t expecting. Matt Jackson was blushing.

“Well… I— I did lie. I’m not really going this way, but I didn’t want you to get more lost or worse — some creep try to help you instead. You probably don’t want my help now, so I guess I’ll go catch up with Nick.” Matt rambled, guilt written all over his face.

“No! I— I mean, no, you don’t have to go. I would still love your help. Like you said, I’d rather have your help than some creepy guy’s help.” Matt made you nervous and you just thought it was because he was a famous wrestler, but as he talked with you as you two made your way down the street, you knew that wasn’t the case. You felt butterflies in you stomach, your heart was racing, palms were sweaty. Little did you know, Matt was feeling those same things too.

After that day, you didn’t know if you would see Matt again, he was a busy man after all. It was about a month later when you were entering your favorite little coffee shop that you ran into Matt again. You smiled to yourself, remembering how he helped you find your way. You ordered your coffee and took a seat by the window while you waited.

Nick had noticed you sitting by the window while Matt had went to the restroom. Nick debated on inviting you to sit with them, Matt had been driving him crazy the past month talking about you nonstop. Sure, it was cute but after a while, Nick wanted to either plug his ears or glue Matt’s mouth shut. Nick had to admit that he was happy to see Matt with this glow and happiness about him, meeting you really helped Matt get out of the funk he was in recently.

Nick was about to head over to your table but Matt retuned before he could. Nick nudged Matt and pointed over to you. “Your girl’s over there.” Nick teased his brother, grinning as he watched Matt’s face light up not even paying attention to what Nick had called you. “Go invite her over, unless you want to ask her out then I’ll go home.” Nick tells Matt as both brothers watch you get your coffee from the barista and return to your seat.

“I can’t ask her out already! We’ve only met once before this.” Matt quietly exclaims. Matt really did want to ask you out but he didn’t want to rush things and ruin them or scare you off. His gut and heart are on the same page for once, telling him that he should go for it anyways, but he just can’t bring himself to do it… yet. “I’ll invite her over.”

Matt took his time reaching your table, going over what to say to you in his head, his heart accelerating with every step, throat going dry, and palms growing sweaty. He finally reached your table and decided that he would just be casual. “Hi.” He smiles that million dollar smile at you, watching your face light up as you recognize his voice.

“Matt!” You exclaimed, thrilled that he was there but most importantly, ecstatic that he remembered you despite the month gap since your first meet. “Have a seat! How have you been? That was a great match Wednesday, I had no doubt you three would win.” You gush, referring to The Elite winning the Trios Championships.

“Thanks! It was a great match wasn’t it?” He chuckled at your excitement. “I’m actually here with Nick, just over there.” Matt turns to point to the table where Nick should be, but he’s gone. Matt knew exactly what Nick was doing, leaving so he would have to spend some one-on-one time with you, an unofficial date. “Well, he was over there.” Matt shook his head, he knew better than to leave the table. He’s done it to Nick before and after all Matt taught Nick everything he knows.

You laughed, having seen Nick slip out of the coffee shop when Matt had his back turned. “Yeah, I saw. He left a few moments ago. If you were going to hang out a little longer, you can sit with me.” You offered, gesturing to the chair across from you.

“You know what? That would be great.” Matt grinned, trying fight off the blush creeping up on his cheeks. He would have to remember to thank Nick later for ditching him like that.

You surprised yourself at the words that left your mouth. You were typically on the shyer side but something about Matt made you feel at ease and more outgoing.

The conversation was fun, exchanging stories and sharing dreams for the future. Time passed quickly, neither of you realized two hours had passed by until Matt got a call. “I gotta take this. It’s Nick.” Matt informs you, after reading the caller ID. You smile and nod, gesturing for him to answer.

Once the phone call is over, Matt gave you an apologetic look. You knew he had to leave, you didn’t want him to as selfish as that was. “Go on. You’re a busy man, I get it. I had a great time anyways.” You did your best to not sound so disappointed, but by the look on Matt’s face, you didn’t do a good job.

“I’m really sorry. I forgot about this family dinner.” Guilt was all over Matt’s face. He hated to leave you like this, but he couldn’t miss this dinner. He went to stand but stopped, a thought popped into his head. Just ask her for her number. You know you want to, that way you wouldn’t worry about not seeing her again. Or you could ask her out before it’s too late. She might end up dating someone by the time you see her again. Those thoughts raced through Matt’s head. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth, “Can I have your number?” He just blurted it out before he chickened out. He shyly looked at you, worried he was being out of line or something.

Relief washed over his handsome face when you held out your hand with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. “Sure. I would love that actually.” You typed your number into his phone as he did the same. “This is probably too soon and sudden but, would you want to get some lunch tomorrow? If you’re not busy, of course.” You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’ve had since you first met him. Your gut and your heart agreed that Matt Jackson was special, and he was going to be apart of your life from now on.

Matt froze. Did you just ask him out? He was supposed to be the one to ask you out. He had to admit, he was relived that the pressure was off him. “I would love that actually.” He grinned repeating your words from a few minutes ago. He had a good feeling about this, feeling less nervous and more comfortable. As cliché as it was, Matt knew you were the one — he was going to marry you one day.

It was about three days later when you and Matt finally got to go on that date. Even though you asked him out, he insisted on taking you out to this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he just knew you would love. You didn’t argue with him too much about it because he sounded so excited about it. Matt arrived at your apartment ten minutes early, he was just so thrilled to be going out with you that he didn’t want to be late. When you opened the door, Matt’s breath got stuck in his throat. You looked absolutely gorgeous. “Wow! You look…. Wow…” That was all Matt could manage to get out, his brain short circuiting causing him to be unable to form proper sentences.

You blushed, looking down at the floor. You’ve never received this type of reaction in the past, and you could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked up at Matt, your eyes meeting his. “You look very handsome, Matt. I was worried I over dressed.” You nervously clasped your hands together to keep from fidgeting too much.

“You dressed just right, better than alright.” Matt reassured you. “Oh! I got you these.” He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “I wasn’t sure what ones you liked to I got a variety.” He rubbed the back of neck as he held the bouquet out to you. Your heart melted at the sweet thought. None of your previous boyfriends put any thought into dates, so Matt had really taken you off guard.

The date went beyond what you expected, the food was delicious and Matt was a complete gentleman, opening doors and pulling out your chair. Once again, the conversation flowed smoothly, like you two had known each other for years. You couldn’t believe it was real, subtly pinching yourself every so often to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Thankfully, you weren’t dreaming that day because you ended up going out with Matt again three more times before he asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you said yes.

Matt introduced you to his family not long after that. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Matt kept telling you that you had nothing to worry about, that he would be there and Nick too. He was right. Everything went smoothly, you loved his parents and siblings, you just hoped they loved you too. You knew they did when his mom and sister invited you out for a girls day two days later. The girls told you all kinds of stories about Matt and Nick as kids and teens, most stories were about Matt though and you appreciated the ammo you had now for some playful teasing when you saw him again.

Three years later, you were walking down the aisle to marry none other than Matthew Jackson — the love of your life. The wedding was simple, beautiful nonetheless. Matt was standing at the alter waiting for you to make your grand entrance and when you did, boy did he cry at how beautiful you looked and realizing that this was no dream. At the reception, Nick gave a speech about the newlyweds, telling the story about how you two met, how Matt could never seem to shut up about you — he still doesn’t shut up about you. Nick made sure to finish his speech on a sweet but funny note in true Nick fashion.

Two years later, you and Matt discovered you were going to be parents. You were both excited by the news and couldn’t wait to tell everyone. Nick knew first and it wasn’t because he’s always with Matt, it was because he may or may not have waltzed into yours and Matt’s home to be met with ‘OH MY GOD!!! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!!’. Nick couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction. He was thrilled to be an uncle and knew you and Matt would be amazing parents.

The whole pregnancy Matt was by your side, requesting time off from work to stay with you instead — he didn’t want to miss a single thing. You told Matt to go to work, at least until the last few months, but Matt Jackson is a stubborn man. The entire pregnancy was spent with Matt waiting on you hand and foot, even if you could do something, Matt would insist on doing it instead. At first you hated it because you still more than capable of doing your everyday routine, but as the later months came along you were thrilled to have Matt doing things for you. You needed some water? Matt’s on it. You want some random off-the-wall craving that makes him gag? He’d suck it up and get it for you. You wanted a foot rub? Your wish was his command.

Those nine months came and went, and it was time for you to give birth to yours and Matt’s first baby — a precious baby boy. You were grateful for Matt never leaving your side, encouraging you, letting you all but break his hand as you pushed and yell at him for doing this to you in between pushes. Matt took it all like a champ. He knew once it was all over you’d feel bad for all the things you said to him and about him during delivery and if he had to suffer an almost broken hand to meet his baby then so be it.

A cry filled the room signaling you did it! You welcomed your sweet boy into the world and couldn’t help but cry as the nurse finally passed you your baby. Matt wasn’t any better off, he was a crying mess too. If Nick had been in the room he would have snapped a picture.

Speak of the devil, the door opened and entered Nick and his wife. Just like you thought, Nick just had to snap a picture of the crying family. Nicks wife smacked his arm when she heard the click of the camera. “What? Matt did it to us first.” He whined for being scolded.

Nick’s comment made you and Matt laugh while sniffling. You waved him and his wife over. “Wanna hold your nephew?” You offered, knowing how excited Nick was about the baby, arguably more excited than you and Matt. Nick was quick to carefully scoop up your son.

“Wait! I didn’t get to hold him yet!” Matt pouted, eliciting laughter from you and Nick’s wife.

Fast forward to the present day, Matt was back at work despite him trying to negotiate more time off with you and the baby. He never knew just how much he could love someone until your baby boy came along. Matt was constantly doing things for you and the baby, cooking, cleaning, helping you bathe your son, helping feed and change dirty diapers and tending to your son in the middle of the night. Honestly, Matt was a life saver and you loved watching him with his son, the baby talk, playing peekaboo, doing anything to get him to laugh. You had probably thousands photos of your two boys already and your son wasn’t but a few months old.

Today, you had a surprise for Matt. With the help of Nick, Kenny, and Brandon, you and your son were going to surprise Matt at the show. It wasn’t but an hour drive from your home so you came up with the idea, especially seeing and hearing how down Matt was about being away from his two loves and you could tell your son was missing his dad by how he would cry for him and refuse to eat for you on occasion.

Nick and Kenny teamed up to keep Matt occupied while Brandon helped you with the baby outside. Brandon filled you in on what was going on, the guys had told Matt they were going to film for Being the Elite which wasn’t entirely a lie, they really were just not at the moment.

Brandon stopped outside the the dressing room door and told you to wait for his cue. You nodded excitedly, unable to wait to see the look on Matt’s face. Brandon entered the room and you listened as he talked with the other men. “But that’s not all. We have a surprise for you.” You heard Matt begin to protest but Brandon cut him off. “Trust me, this is the best surprise.”

That was your cue. You turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. “Is there a Mr. Matthew Jackson here?” You asked, pretending to be clueless but the huge smile on your face gave you away.

The look on Matt’s face, once he whipped around upon hearing your voice and your son’s babbling, was priceless. You definitely wanted to surprise him more often. Nick, Kenny, and Brandon couldn’t help but smile as well, thrilled that they managed to keep Matt from finding out you were coming with the baby. “What are you— But how— When did—” Matt fumbled over his words, shocked that you were standing before him with your son in his carrier, who was grinning and clapping his little hands.

“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna kiss your wife?” Kenny chuckled, nudging Matt forward. That was all Matt needed to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you like he hadn’t seen you in years. You smiled into the kiss, forgetting that the two of you had an audience.

“Alright, alright. Break it up you two. There’s a child present.” Nick teased, glancing down at his nephew who was having the time of his life playing peekaboo with Kenny.

“You’re right.” Matt said, realization appearing on his face. He swiftly grabbed a bandana and slipped it over Nick’s eyes. “That’s much better!” He exclaimed, a chorus of laughter erupting from the group.

“Haha. Very funny.” Nick rolled his eyes and tossed the bandanna onto the table.

“Now let me see my sidekick.” Matt slipped away from you and Kenny passed your baby over to Matt.

You and the guys watched Matt interact with his son. It made your heart melt with how sweet and gentle Matt was with him, and glancing over at the guys, it’s safe to say they felt the same as you by the looks on their faces. Matt was talking away to the baby who babbled in return, both clearly caught up in their own little world and speaking their own little language as only a dad and son can.

“Thanks for helping me pull this off fellas. I hate when both my boys are feeling down and missing one another.” You tell them, breaking your gaze from your adorable little family to your very amazing friends turned family.

“You know you’re right Brandon. This is the best surprise, thanks for doing this guys. I really appreciate it and I really needed it.” Matt finally broke his gaze from his son and his eyes landed on his brother, best friends and you, a great big smile etched on his face.

“Why don’t you take him out there at the end of the show? Like you, he loves attention.” You grin, knowing just how much this would mean to Matt. Just imaging your son eating up the spotlight as Matt shows him off is enough to make your heart melt.

Matt’s eyes met yours, wide and hopeful. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! He’s already a star in the making thanks to you four.” You chuckle, watching Brandon scoop your son up from Matt’s arms. The three men spent what felt like hours playing with the sweet baby while you and Matt looked on. “Who would have thought this would be our life?” You question.

“I did.” Matt placed a gentle kiss you cheek and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You swooned, turning to face him and pulling him into a sweet kiss.

What no one knew was that Brandon had caught everything on camera, and while editing the upcoming Being the Elite episode, he couldn’t resist throwing in some footage of Matt and his baby. That episode was hands down the cutest one that anyone had ever seen. The internet was blowing up over the cuteness of Matt and his little boy. You and Matt smiled as you rewatched the episode, cuddle up on the couch on the couch of your home with your little boy in Matt’s lap who excitedly babbled and clapped at seeing himself, his family, and all his new friends on the screen.

You certainly were living out your dream, filled with all the best surprises.

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