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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! ❤️

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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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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Princess

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Reader Prompt: "Your hair is really soft after you wash it."

"Matt, are you almost done in there!" you shouted, hoping that he heard you through the bathroom door with the water running. You had agreed to join Matt at the gym and had completely exhausted yourself. You were almost deliriously tired, but Matt had promised you that once he was out of the shower, he'd come and lay with you for a little while. It was a rare day where neither one of you had anything else to do, which you were more than grateful for. Did you hope that the whole day would have been like that? Yes, but you were glad to have seen Matt working out in the gym. "If you don't hurry up, I'm gonna fall asleep!"

"Be patient. I was just brushing my hair," Matt said as he walked out of the bathroom. You blushed and smiled as he looked down at you. His eyes were full of love and admiration, a look reserved only for you. Matt's eyes had always been a weakness for you. You didn't understand how someone's eyes could be so soft and sweet like his were. They were truly a window to the soul, and his soul was full of love, warmth, and kindness.

"Just come here and give me the kisses you owe me," you told him.

"Bossy." Despite the little joke, he did exactly what you told him to. Matt knelt down onto the bed and then let himself almost flop on top of you. He caught himself just a couple inches from you and then leaned down to kiss you. You kissed him back, placing your hand in his hair. You threaded your fingers in it, feeling how soft his hair was. In that moment, you realized that you could have waited another 10 minutes to kiss him. His hair was always so soft whenever he got out of the shower that you usually ended up getting distracted playing with it.

"Your hair is really soft after you wash it," you said happily. Matt hummed in agreement as he nuzzled further into your touch. "I think it's why I love her."

"Not because I'm an amazing partner and I do everything that I can to make you happy?" Matt asked, somewhat amused. He knew that you were kidding, but he did want to make sure that you knew how much he did care about you. Just because he got sort of busy sometimes didn't mean that he wasn't trying to carve out a good chunk of time for you.

"Those help a bit I guess. It really is in the hair though babe," you said. Matt scoffed and glanced up at you, pouting. You played right into his hand and leaned down to kiss him. "You've got Disney Princess hair, I can't help it."

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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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american-girl001 · 1 year

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Does anyone know a fic (imagine) where the reader texted matt jackson and asked if he wanted to stay with her, but she watched him read and ignore the text because he was with adam cole who had just returned to aew. I remember this fic so specifically but can not find it ANYWHERE. Id you have any clue what im talking about please lmk 😭

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vanteguccir · 3 months

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theblackcatwitch5 · 12 days

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“Are you mad?”

“No”

“So sharpening knives at 2 am is just a hobby?”

“It’s soothing?” 🤷🏼‍♀️

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daddyhausen · 4 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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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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hookhausenschips · 3 months

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Okay I have a brilliant idea ready? 111, 119, and 120 with Matt and Nick Jackson. Girllll imagine the filth

Siri play Nasty song by Lil Ru cause this person is FILTHY NASTY

Prompts (111) “You like it when we both fuck you at the same time right, babygirl?” (119) “Would you want to make a private video for the two of us?” (120) “Mmm that’s right smile for the camera.”

Word Count: 1,474

Summary: Y/N becomes a “Movie Star” with two famous brothers of the wrestling industry.

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A/N: Babyyyy this is filthy. I really tried my best to write this while being sick I know you sent this in back in early December, but I hope you love it! (Not proofread)

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The arena was buzzing with excitement as the fans eagerly awaited the main event of the night. The lights were dimmed and the music blared as the two top tag teams made their way to the ring. The Young Bucks, Matt and Nick Jackson, were greeted with cheers and chants from the crowd. They were known for their high-flying, acrobatic style of wrestling and were fan favorites. But what the crowd didn't know was that the brothers had a secret side to them, one that only a select few knew about. As the match began, the Young Bucks showcased their impressive moves, flipping and jumping around the ring, leaving their opponents in awe. But amidst all the chaos, there was one person who caught their eye – Y/N. She was a professional wrestler herself, but not just any wrestler, she was known for her seductive and dominant persona in the ring. And the Young Bucks couldn't help but be drawn to her.

As the match progressed, Y/N could feel the intense gaze of the Young Bucks on her. She smirked, knowing that they were interested in her. And she couldn't deny that she was also intrigued by them. After all, they were two of the most talented and attractive wrestlers in the business. In the final moments of the match, Y/N's team emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, and the Young Bucks were left in awe of Y/N's skills. As the match ended, they made their way backstage, but the Young Bucks had a different destination in mind. They wanted to talk to Y/N.

As Y/N entered her locker room, she was surprised to see the brothers waiting for her. They wasted no time in approaching her, their eyes filled with desire. Without any words, they pushed her against the wall, their lips crashing onto hers in a hungry kiss.Y/N moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat and passion emanating from the Young Bucks. She could feel their hands roaming all over her body, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. She knew that this was going to be a night to remember.

Matt and Nick wasted no time in stripping Y/N of her wrestling gear, revealing her toned and curvaceous body. They couldn't believe how perfect she looked, and they were eager to explore every inch of her. Matt and Nick took turns kissing and caressing Y/N's body, leaving trails of hot kisses and love bites. They made their way down to her breasts, taking turns sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Y/N arched her back, moaning in pleasure as her body responded to their touch. The brothers then led the girl to the couch on the other side of the room after locking the door. Nick and Matt had more in store for Y/N. Matt and Nick's lips moved down her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and causing her to squirm with pleasure. They reached her panties, and with a mischievous look, they tore them off, exposing her dripping wet center.

Y/N's breath hitched as Matt started licking and sucking on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gripped onto his hair, pushing his face deeper into her, wanting more. Matt moaned at her taste as Nick continued his assault on Y/N’s chest. Y/N gripped the couch, her head thrown back as she moaned loudly, her legs trying to close around Matt’s head. “Fuck Nick she tastes so sweet.” Matt groaned as he slowly teased Y/N’s entrance with two fingers. Nick leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as Matt continued eating her out like it was his last meal. Y/N gasped as Matt’s fingers found their way inside her, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to reach her peak, the brothers switched positions, with Matt taking over the kiss and Nick focusing on her pleasure. Y/N couldn't believe the level of pleasure she was experiencing - it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her mind was buzzing. As she reached her climax, the brothers slowed down their movements, bringing her down from her high with gentle kisses and caresses.

After a few moments of catching their breath, Nick spoke up. "Would you want to make a private video just for the two of us?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Y/N's heart raced at the thought of capturing this incredible experience on camera. She nodded eagerly, and the brothers grinned, knowing they had found someone who shared their love for adrenaline and adventure. Y/N couldn't believe how incredibly turned on she was by the whole situation. The thrill of being filmed while having sex with two of the hottest wrestlers in the industry was almost too much to handle. Nick reached for the camera on the ring and turned on the camera, making sure to capture every angle as the girl moved to her knees in front of the other Jackson.

Y/N wasted no time in unzipping their pants and pulling out their already hard cocks. She licked her lips in anticipation, savoring the moment before she took them in her mouth. She started with Matt, her lips wrapping around his thick shaft as she began to suck and bob her head, her tongue swirling around his tip. Matt let out a low groan, his hands threading through her hair as he guided her movements. Meanwhile, Nick was eagerly awaiting his turn, his own cock twitching in anticipation. Y/N switched her attention to Nick, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking him just as enthusiastically as she did Matt. The brothers couldn't believe the pleasure they were feeling, both from Y/N's skilled mouth and the thrill of potentially being caught. They took turns thrusting into her mouth, each time feeling a surge of pleasure course through their bodies. "Please, I need you inside me," Y/N begged, her voice dripping with desire.

The dimly lit room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. Y/N was sandwiched between the two men she had been fantasizing about for months. As the brothers moved in perfect synchronization, their bodies pressed against hers, Y/N couldn't help but moan loudly. She had always been attracted to both of them, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in bed with them. Matt leaned down and whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You like it when we both fuck you at the same time right, babygirl?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. Y/N nodded, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Nick's hands roamed her body, teasing and touching every inch of her skin. The brothers had always been known for their high-flying, acrobatic moves in the wrestling ring, but in the bedroom, they were just as skilled and coordinated.

Matt's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her. Nick's hands roamed her body, teasing her nipples and making her moan even louder. The feeling of being completely filled by the two brothers was almost too much to handle, but you loved every second of it. Y/N felt like her body was floating as pleasure burned every nerve in her body. Her mind felt numb, the only thought that consumed it was the two brothers rearranging her insides. The pleasure was too much for Y/N to handle, and she felt her orgasm building rapidly. Matt and Nick could sense it too and they increased their pace, their thrusts becoming harder and faster. "Come for us, Y/N," Nick growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. And with that, Y/N exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, her body shaking and convulsing as she squirted all over Matt and Nick.

The brothers pulled out and began to stroke themselves off. Pulling herself to her knees swaying slightly from exhaustion she opened her mouth eagerly waiting for the two men to finish. The men moved their hands along their cocks faster, groaning, feeling their climaxes fastly approaching. “Oh fuck” and “Shit babygirl” rang through the room as the two brother’s painted the girl’s face and chest with their release. Nick then grabbed the camera pointing it at the girl as she dipped some of the cum onto her two fingers and sucked the substance off of them. "Mmm that's right, smile for the camera," he said, his voice dripping with desire. The girl grinned at the two men, “Round two in the shower?”

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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Tumblr Girls

‘Don’t make fun of us Tumblr girls because we are the ones that will change you’

Matt Jackson X fem Reader

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Word count: 515

I felt my stomach drop as I heard the words leave Matt’s lips “Hey, this is for all the chicks on Tumblr. I know what you’re doing” How the fuck did he know about that? I had been friends with the Elite for many many years and being a tumblr girlie myself I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had been using tumblr since its existence in 2007, around the same time I met Nick and Matt. I like many had spent years using it for ‘educational purposes’.

I read the filthy fics about my friends in secret. Some made me laugh, others I used as a distraction. I used them to pretend. It was no secret that I had feelings towards Matt but of course he wanted nothing to do with me. Tumblr feeding into my delusions. I always made sure to keep it a secret, they didn’t need to know the rated r things that were said about them online.

From what I thought they were oblivious, I guess I was wrong. How did he know? It bothered me. I felt like I had gotten caught. I kept thinking about it the whole night, not knowing how to approach Matt about the situation.

After Matt and Nick’s match on rampage I thought it would be a good time to ask. I invited myself into their locker room and sat on the couch. Trying to figure out what exactly it was I was going to say. I guess Nick could feel the tension in the room because he made up a random excuse, leaving me and Matt in the room, alone. “How do you know?” I didn’t want the foreplay, I just got to the point. I needed to know. “Know what?” Matt replied, acting all innocent like he didn’t know what I was referring to. “You know what I’m talking about Matthew” I told him with a bit of an unintentional edge in my voice. “I know everything sweetheart,” said Matt.

This is worse than I initially thought. “Well Matthew, you shouldn't make fun of us Tumblr girls because we are the ones that will change you. Tumblr chicks are the best you will ever have” The words left my mouth in a seductive tone, growing closer to the Jackson that sat in front of me. By the time I finished talking I was right in front of him. Looking down I could see that my words affected him. The two of us never broke eye contact, only getting distracted when we heard Kenny’s entrance music around the arena. “You see Matt, he may be a god in the ring but I am a god in the sheets. I’ve learnt all my tips and tricks from Tumblr. You see I still don’t know how you know or more importantly how much you know but you should give us a try. You will never be the same”

With that I left, I had almost made it out of the room when I heard Matt call out “How bout you show me then?”

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coleskingdom · 2 months

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Who I write for:

Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

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Overheard

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Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Jay White

Mine

Mine Pt 2

Mine Pt 3

Mine Pt 4

Mine Pt 5

Mine Pt. 6

Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

Pictures

Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

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Lost in Translation

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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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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Sick of Me

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Reader Prompt: "Don't say that. I love every minute spent with you."

Men were confusing creatures, especially Matt. One minute he would act like he was obsessed with you and couldn't spend enough time with you, and the next, it was like you didn't exist. You usually weren't someone to let anyone mess with your emotions like that, but Matt was different. When things were good between you, they were almost perfect. Lately, things hadn't been clicking nearly as well as you would have liked them to, but you wouldn't just give up on him.

"Man, you have got to get your shit together," Nick said. You hadn't heard the guys come in. It was supposed to be just Matt coming back, but you weren't surprised to hear Nick's voice. You waited and counted the seconds before you heard Kenny speak up.

"I know that, but this is hard. She says that she loves me, but sometimes it feels like I messed up big time," Matt said. He sounded defeated, more so than you had ever heard before. You felt guilty knowing that you were the cause of his feelings. "I want to be the man she wants, but I don't know how to do that anymore."

"Maybe you two need to take a break or something," Nick suggested. You heard a loud smack, presumably Matt hitting his brother for even suggesting that. "Ow!"

"I just need a little more time. We were doing so good, but I don't know what I did wrong. That doesn't mean I'm going to give anybody the chance to steal Y/n away from me. I've never ever loved anyone like I love her," Matt said. You hadn't heard that passion or conviction in his voice in a long time. Things were rough between the two of you right now, but to know that Matt still loved you made you feel like you could work it out.

"Then tell her that Matt. I don't know what advice you're looking for other than that," Nick said. Matt sighed heavily as he flopped back against the couch. "What time is she supposed to be back?"

"I don't even know if she left. We haven't really spoken since last night, she was out of the house before I even woke up today," Matt said. You bit your lip and decided not to let him sit there and sulk any longer. "I swear it's starting to feel like she's sick of me these days. If I wasn't so scared of ruining everything, I'd just leave and let her get on with her life."

"Walking out is not the answer," Nick said. "She'd never forgive you if you just left."

"Maybe we've been together for too long. How long can love last?" Matt asked. Matt sounded like he was about to cry, which had you running out to him before you could stop yourself.

"Don't say that. I love every minute spent with you, Matt." You stared at Matt for a moment, watching as his expression went from terrified to one of relief. "Whatever is going on, we can work it out. There's no reason to act like it's a sinking ship."

"You really aren't sick of me?" Matt asked you.

"Of course not. Nick could spend a night or two at his own place sometimes, but I could never be sick of you Matt," you promised him. Matt's face lit up as Nick rolled his eyes. You caressed Matt's cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss. The passion that you felt had been lacking didn't come back in full force, but you could tell Matt wasn't stuck so far in his own head anymore. It wasn't an immediate fix to all of your problems, but you felt like it was a good start.

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elitehunter · 1 year

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Matt Jackson: (Christmas) Baby, Please Come Home

Title: (Christmas) Baby, Please Come Home Theme: Day 1 - Bells for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Matt Jackson x OFC Warnings: none Word Count: 2,689

When she moved to California to close the distance in her previously long-distance relationship with Matt, she wasn't sure it would feel like her favorite holiday with palm trees around. Now cut off from various traditions, Matt is determined to make sure their first Christmas living together is perfect. But sometimes life, and flight cancellations, have other plans. Can he still pull it off?

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captainsarahscratches · 6 months

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Assistance Pt. 2

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part 2, requested, reader and Kenny have started to develop a fwb relationship, but things get complicated as the two are put into a complicated storyline.

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TW: Lil’ bit angsty, jealousy, fwb relationship, explicit sexual content, SMUT, also this is very long

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Three months had gone by since that night. It was now a regular occurance for you and Kenny to sleep together every few days or so. It started out as a secret, something the two of you found fun, a more... interactive, way to decompress from life and work. You both knew it was only a carnal attraction and that neither one of you have ever mentioned the potential of actually having a relationship together. Although, you couldn’t help your mind from wandering into the world where you and Kenny were public and in a real relationship. You wanted more. Hell, you wanted more that night in the hotel, but you knew he didn’t. You decided early on to accept the nature of the two of you, and hope it wouldn’t end for a long time.

Meanwhile, you started to gain a bit of momentum with AEW fans, which you were ecstatic about. Kenny, he was more proud than anyone, not that he would ever admit it, but he was. He had offered multiple times to train you and give pointers, but you denied him each time. You were certain that it would only further complicate the nature of your relationship. So, you went to a few old friends for advice instead. Before AEW, you had a few spots on WWE but were mainly shoved in the back behind the typical highlighted female wrestlers. However, you always kept your friendships close.

Jon and Claudio were like big brothers to you. The report between you and them was always jovial but supportive. When you asked the two of them to help with some pointers in the ring, they were more than happy to help. You of course were friends with Rene as well. She always asked you if you would go and propose a storyline to Tony and guys. "What about Kenny?" she asked

"What about him?" you felt yourself get a little flustered and afraid that she knew about you and him. "I bet you, he would listen and get you a new story line, better than just a run in or a mixed tag with Jon." "Maybe, but I don't want to ask him for anything like that. Just feels weird." "Why? He's literally always saying to feel comfortable to come to him or the Bucks about that kind of thing. That's kinda his job, here come with me."

She grabbed you by the wrist and took you towards Tony's office, knowing they were about to get done with a preshow meeting. "Kenny! Hey, y/n here won't ask, so I am going to do it. She's been busting her ass and getting more and more over with the fans. I think she needs a full storyline, put her with Jon or something."

Kenny has a smirk on his face, looking down at you and before he could speak Tony comes from behind him. "Well, perfect! We just were talking about new lines, and we wanted to put you with the Elite, but we can do BCC. Hell, we can even do a build up. Fans are already pushing for you to get with Kenny or Yuta, so thats perfect."

You and Kenny both look at him, "What??" Your face is red, and Kenny starts to say thats not what they talked about. "I know, I know, but look we put you with the BCC, play up the part that you and Jon and Claudio have known each other forever. Then you and Yuta get together later on. Gives it like a badass couple thing."

Kenny looks at you, and back at Tony, "So what do you think? I know that's kinda loose, but i like it better than my original idea. I was just going to have you be with the Elite, but I like this better."

"I love it, thank you!" You say excitedly and Looking over to Kenny, "You're okay with being in a romance line with Yuta??" he asks. "I mean. yeah. I dont really have a problem with that.' "Oh really?"

Renee and Tony look on awkwardly, you don't even understand that Kenny's a little hurt by the way you saw no problem with the story line. You look at him confused and he holds back the urge to say something. But he swallows his pride and glances at Tony, "Cool, thats fine with me too. Just don't fall for Yuta." Another awkward silence falls upon the room.

"Heh, okay... Will do my best" you awkwardly laugh off. Kenny looks at his phone and quickly makes an excuse to leave. You start to walk away with Renee, "Well that was weird, but Yay!! You've got some screen time now. And I'll make sure that Jon doesn't take the spotlight, you know he loves to talk." she laughs. "Yeah it will be fun, I just need to get with Wheeler and see how we want to play this out."

"And Kenny," Renee interjects

"What? you reply

"You need to meet with Kenny too, to see how they want to do the whole cat and mouse thing. Tony said they're planning the whole love triangle thing out right? So you need to meet with Ken too." "Oh Yeah, thats true"

"soo... are we just not going to address how Kenny seemed upset that you chose a story line with Wheeler over him?" blushing you say "oh please he's not hurt. He has a big enough ego to keep him safe from falling off a mountain." you laugh

"Oh do I? Well if my ego isn't too big for you, maybe you can make some time and talk about how we're supposed like I would actually want something to do with you in the first place." he said irritated, "Ken, hey, that's not cool" Renee came to your defense. You couldn't think of anything to say as you were holding back tears from his comment. "I- Im just going to go back to the room. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"you dont have to be a dick to her to get her to like her, You're not twelve" Renee told kenny as you walked away. "You don't know what you're talking about" "I think I do, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this. Jist go tell that poor girl that you Like Like her and maybe she'll eat lunch with you tomorrow in the cafeteria." He looked at her in silence, "You're a grown man, just ask her out. And as for the Yuta line, its our job and you know that. Dont make her give up a great opportunity just because you cant step to plate. This is why I -"

"What if I've already messed it up?" she looked confused, "What if I've already given her the idea that I don't want anything to do with her?" He looked at Renee, angry but at himself and looking for real advice. "Then I'd go talk to her, without being a dick, and tell her what you actually want. Oh, and stop with the whole Friends with Benefits bullshit, neither one of you are the type anyway." Kenny had a shocked look on his face, "Dude, its glaringly obvious... We all stay in the same hotels, and you're not as sneaky as you think. Especially y/n, I love her but she cant lie worth shit. I ran into her once and she said she was going for a walk... It was almost one in the morning and we were in Downtown Detroit... Look just go and hope that she still even wants your ass after that stunt."

Kenny quickly left and git his things to meet you at the hotel. You had separate rooms but they were adjoining this time. It made things easier, though apparently it didn't make it more secretive. Kenny checked into his room, and looked in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. He had stopped by drug store on the way to the hotel to buy you flowers, they were beat up but he thought they were still nice. As he was getting up the nerve to knock at your door he could hear the muffled sound of you crying.

You were on the phone, explaining to the other line that you were stupid to think that there was even a chance. He could hear the words, 'I hate. I even let myself get this close to him.' The sentence crushed him, he never wanted to make you feel this way. He never honestly thought that you wanted any more either. In the moment, he wanted to walk away, but his hand continued to knock on the door. He immediately regretted the action as he heard ypu abruptly end the call.

"Ken?" He heard you timidly say towards the door. He stood silent. "Kenny? ... Tyson?" He could hear your steps towards the door and befor he could back away you were face to face. "Uh, hi" He said. You stood silent.

"Look, I'm really sorry Y/N. I was an ass, a huge fucking dick. I- I just I dont like the idea of you being with someone else..." The air felt thick around and the silence was deafening. "I got you these, I know it doesn't make it better. I just, I'm sorry. You're beautiful and smart and funny and kind and I just dont like the idea of sharing you even if its just a story line, you're mine and i Just dont-"

"I'm yours?" You questioned quietly, tears still in your eyes. He looked up sheepishly, and stammered "Not minelike I own you or something, Like you're my girl. Well, not like my girlfriend because i knoe you just want a casual thing...Which is fine, but i Dont know just maybe like I think about being.."

"Ken-"

"... that maybe we could. its stupid forget it sorry."

"Tys-"

" My point is to do the Yuta line and I'll stop being a dick, and I'm sorry."

A moment passes,

"I never said I wanted casual, i thought you did."

"Well, I thought I did at first but the more I think about I dont want anyone else but you. And when Tony said that he was going to put you with Wheeler, the thought of you in his arms pissed me off and I apparently just decided to show my ass. Im sorry"

"It's just the job though,"

"And I know that, and I have done enough of this shit that shoulf be able to separate it from reality, but it just hit me wrong."

"What if we weren't casual?"

He smirked slightly to himself, "Would you being willing to have me after tonight?"

"Oh you definitely have been an ass tonight, and your dumbass made me cry. Which I'm never forgiving by the way, but I like your dumbass. Its one of my favorite parts of you. I lo- I really care about you Kenny. but you cant stunt my career because we have something together."

"I know that, and I never intended to do so. And I- fuck it, Y/N I dont want this, us, to be a casual thing anymore. I want you, I want to be with you. I want to go to bed with you, wake you to you and be with you every day. I don't want to sneak around anymore. I just, I love you damnit and I don't want anyone else thinking they can have you. Y/N will you go ou-"

You reach up and kissed him passionately, your arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss.

Your passion was quickly reciprocated as Kenny cupped your face, kissing you harder and leading you further into the room.

In seconds, the back of your knees hit the bed. Without hesitation, Kenny sweeps you up from under you and lays you on the center of the bed without ever breaking away from your lips. You feel his hands sliding up your thighs and under your shirt. He quickly finds your bare breast and kneeds the soft mound briefly before removing your shirt entirely. Hes quick to connect his mouth to your chest, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nipples, making sure to leave a mark. You hiss at the pain but he breaks away to look you in the eye, "I know, but I need to make sure everyone knows your mine"

Your legs wrapped around his body as he towers over you giving him the prime opportunity to slip his hands downward and strip you of your shorts.

"God i love when you dont wear panties" He starts to space words apart with kisses on your body, leading to your core. "almost. As Much. As I Love. This. Perfect. Little. Pussy. Right. Here."

You instantly moan, as you feel hes his tongue swipe and circle over your clit. He moans against you causing the an soft vibration where you need it most. "Fuck Ken- God, Right there" You entangle your hands in his hair, pressing him deeper into you. "Fuckkk, Tyson..." You feel his fingers plunge into your pussy, instantly hooking them to hit the deep spot inside you. It never mattered what the situation was, he always knew exactly what and where you needed it most. He could feel you already starting to grip his fingers, when he looks up at you, his blue eyes darkened with lust, his beard scratching along your skin. "Cum for me baby, let me hear you. I want to taste how good I make you feel."

With that you cam undone, moan loudly, screaming his name, you hands clutching the sheets, legs writhing under his weight. But he didn't stop, Kenny kept going until you were babling nonsense before he even took his cock out. Muttering to yourself, trying to catch your breath, he stands, face dripping with your cum and a proud smirk across his face. He rids himself of his pants, his cock springing fre only to immediately be caught by his hand, stoking himself feverishly.

"Fuck y/n look at you. You're fucking perfect, so beautiful when you're cock drunk, and I haven't even fucked you yet. Leaning over you to look you in the eyes, tiling your chin in his direction. He gruffly says, "You're absolutely perfect, and you're mine. No one else gets to have you like I do, and no one can satisfy me like you do. So, I'm going to show you why no one can ever satisfy you like I can."

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