#Matt Jackson x reader

[itrainswhenurhere]

[madhatterbri]

Terms and Conditions | M.J.

Summary: Your landlord suggests an alternative way to get you bumped up on the waiting list for apartment repairs.

Happy Wednesday Night Dynamite, babes. ❤️

Matt Jackson Masterlist

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Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @bullet-clubs-bitch @cowboywritersworld @letsgivethisonemoreshot

Life sometimes throws a curveball at you. One second, you are living the high life, and the next, you are in an apartment that would be the perfect backdrop for the First 48. Paint chipped from the walls, trash all over the grounds, and enough stray cats to star in a musical. The inside wasn't much better.

Cracked tiles, a leaking ceiling, and a symphony of the sound of rats crawling around on your ceiling was your home sweet home. You tried your best to ignore these things, just happy to be able to afford a place to live. The final straw came when the water heater broke.

"Still no water heater?" You asked loudly while walking out the door. Arms crossed over your chest as you tried to control yourself. Blowing up on him would not do any good. You leaned against your door frame to stand your ground.

You immediately sent an email to your landlord, Matt. The email was probably deleted immediately. Next, you sent him a text. The message was seen, and he didn't reply. Any time you tried to see him in his office, his brother, Nick, stopped you.

After a few days of cold, miserable showers, you had enough. You heard him walking down your hallway one Friday night. The arrogant man was bragging about his building like it wasn't an example to have you will and testament set in order.

"I have no water heater. My uncle is a lawyer with this kind of stuff. There are laws to protect us and -"

Matt rolled his eyes and his neck. His arm rested against the wall with his feet crossed. "Oh, where you trying to reach me?"

"You know I was. I have emailed you, texted you, and left messages to your brother."

"I apologize for Nick. He was a premie," Matt apologized. You were starting to lose more of your cool.

"Call him," he told you, calling your bluff. Your mouth dropped slightly. Matt pushed himself from the wall and walked towards you. The smell of his cologne danced under your nose. "Or you can spend that time thinking of a reason for me to bump you up the waiting list."

Matt wore dark sunglasses despite being inside, but you could feel his brown eyes look you up and down. You knew exactly what he wanted. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip. Sleeping with your landlord to get working appliances. Is this really what your life has come to? There had to be another way.

"Wh- what reason?" You asked.

Matt grinned. "Something that'll make me think of you long after I go back to my office."

With little options and against your better judgment, you took a step back to let him in.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I can’t do this right now

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Imposter Syndrome

Summary: After his car accident, Matt has been acting out strange. What could possibly be wrong with your - once sweet - husband?

Pairings: Matthew Jackson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult language, asphyxiation, smut, dub-con, dirty talk.

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

Relief can’t even begin to fathom what I felt once I entered with Matt by my side through the threshold of our home.

“Careful, my love” I placed my hand behind his back as I helped him sit down on the couch. The purple stains beneath Matt’s eye and jaw were almost gone by now.

After the car accident that left my husband 4 weeks in the hospital, he was finally recovered enough to come home, and could at last get some rest in our own bed. It was such a relief to see him better after everything we’ve gone through the past month, but now that we’re home, I’m ready to get our life back on track.

I sat on the armrest of the couch and caressed his shoulder while asking “Do you want something to eat, Matty?”. His brown eyes fixed on my face, and a hint of contempt quickly flashed in the dark chocolate irises.

“Matthew” He scorned “I hate being called ‘Matty’, it’s childish”.

With frowned eyebrows, I stood up as he continued, “And yes, I want a chicken sandwich filled with tomatoes and chips”.

“Tomatoes? But you hate tomatoes inside the sandwich-”

“Just go get me a fucking sandwich, alright?!” Matt growled, still not realizing my utter shock upon hearing the cuss word coming out of his lips.

Matt never cusses…at least until now.

“Where’s my beer?” Matt asks as I place the sandwich on top of the coffee table.

“We don’t have alcohol at home,” I said “You don’t drink alcohol”.

“Well I do now” He flashed me a bitter smile before grabbing a couple of dollars from his shorts’ side pocket. “Be a good girl and go buy me a pack, would you?” With a teasing wink, Matt softly pushed me towards the front door. He turned the TV on and stopped at the sports channel.

Matt’s eyes followed the fast jabs one of the opponents was receiving, his lips moved rapidly, and I could’ve sworn I heard “Kill him. Kill that motherfucker!” Before I made my way out the door.

After leaving Matt’s beer on the kitchen counter, I went upstairs for a shower. The warm water made wonders for my sore neck muscles and I could feel the last stressful weeks being washed down the drain along with the water.

After getting changed into a clean set of clothes, I laid down in bed and kept staring at the ceiling. My mind wandered into a series of silent questions about my husband and his current behavior. The doctor warned me about possible temporary personality changes, but I didn’t expect it to be this drastic. As I kept asking myself how long it would take for Matt to get back to his usual self, I felt my eyes getting heavier with each breath.

I felt the darkness even before opening my eyes, turning around in bed until I was facing the ceiling, my once-heavy lids slowly opened to find Matt staring at me.

“Jesus Christ!” I yelped, placing a hand on top of my chest in an attempt to get my frantic heartbeat at ease. “Matt, what the hell?! You scared the crap out of me!”

Matt's smile was predatory and unfamiliar, his eyes roamed through my face until they went down my neck and breasts.

“I was waiting for you to come downstairs to watch the fight with me, but to my surprise, you were here sleeping”.

“I’m sorry, love. I was a bit tired, and I guess I ended up falling asleep”

“Poor, dovey. Are you tired?” Matt leaned forward and laid his lips on mine. “I can help you feel better”. His hand cupped my breast through the tank top, softly snarling before his closing grip made me gasp, “Matt, what are you doing?”

A quick halt of my breath made me realize that the hand that was once on my breast was now around my throat. Squeezing the sides until I felt my lungs burning with the need of air.

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s ‘Matthew’?! Not ‘Matt, not ‘Matty’, but ‘Matthew’!” His chocolate eyes burned with something still unfamiliar to me. That threatening gaze glistened with unrecognizable mischief, lingering in my face until my lips mumbled a soft “I- I’m sorry, Matthew”.

The pressure on my throat slowly begins to subside, the hand that once blocked my airway now slowly descended to my hips, stopping at the hem of my shorts and sinking into it.

My mind wandered through his face, trying to get a glimpse of the husband I once knew. The full beard was replaced by a goatee, the usual loose bun had turned into a slick ponytail, and the eyes that sparkled with love and devotion were now nothing but two pools of lust and raw desire.

“What a good little whore” Matthew whispered into my ear. His hand pushed my head down on the mattress, holding me in place while his opposite hand pressed down on my lower back.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment”, Matthew’s teeth scraped against my shoulder, sucking a small purple circle on the tensed muscle. “Of how many times I stroked my cock thinking about coming inside you”.

The sharp pain in my neck made me whisper “Matthew”.

Hands closed around my neck, pulling me up to a knelt position. My back rested against his chest, and his sweat dripped on my lower back making me call for his name once again.

“Oh that’s it, keep saying my name, dovey. Say the name of the man who is fucking you so good” Matthew’s lips rested against my temple, pushing the sweaty hairs away from my face with his lips and chin.

“I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you, little dove. When I saw how poorly Matt treated this sweet pussy, how little attention he gave to it, how he never tasted it, how he never teased it nor overstimulated it until it could only grow wetter and wetter, I thought ‘he doesn’t deserve it! He doesn’t deserve such a tight, warm, little pussy’ but I do!” Matthew sank deeper, aiming his cock to reach spots I’d never known existed until now.

My legs tremble with pleasure, and a string of incomprehensive words leaves my lips the more he plays with my clit.

“Look at this cute little nub” The burn of Matthew’s slap on my clit made me moan loudly, the sting soon being appeased by the rhythmic circles “How could someone not want to play with it? Only a fucking pussy like Matt could leave this cunt unfilled”. Matthew’s hand tugged on my scalp, aiming my head to face the mirror. He leaned forward, gluing his lips to my ear to state a string of words that both excited and frightened me “Take a good look at your new husband, dovey. Because I’m not going anywhere!”.

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

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

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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

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

their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

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

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

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

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

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

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

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

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

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

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

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

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

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

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

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

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

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

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

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

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

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

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

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

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

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

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

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

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

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

egging him on to fill you even more

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

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

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

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

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

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

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

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

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

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

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

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

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

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

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

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

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

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

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

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

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

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

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

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

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[coleskingdom]

Sunday Funday

Matt Jackson x F reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

Summary Matt decides to distract you from your to do list.

GIF from @ cowboyshit

“Hey babe” Matt said as he kissed the top of my head, I was at the kitchen table finishing my todo list for the week.”Hey, what are you up to?” I asked distractedly. “I’m gonna grab a workout outside the weather is nice.” he said as he walked out the door to the back yard. I got up from the table putting on a playlist thinking about the truth of the statement about the songs you used to party to is now the songs you clean house to.

Loading the dishes into the sink, i noticed Matt was actually working out in the back yard not the gym with door open. What the hell is doing? I thought, running the water. I looked out the window over the sink.He took off his shirt and picked up his jump rope,his ponytail bouncing, the sun hitting the perfect curve of his back, his butt bouncing every time he jumped. I thought I saw him glance over his shoulder, I ducked my head down,pretending to focus on the dishes. I glanced up again not being able to resist as he continued his jump roping, I started a minute too long because he turned his head grinning at me. Damn it, if I was caught I was going down fighting. I put the dishes down, and went to the bedroom, selecting the bikini he liked from the last trip we had taken and turning on the hot tub controls by the door. I put on the bikini, flipped my head over and fluffed my hair, and went out side.

As I opened the back door he was standing there waiting for me, “ Hi …. Princess” stumbling over the last word. I kissed him on his cheek walking past him and walking down the steps into the hot tub. “ What are you doing?”he asked, as I took off my top as the water covered me. “ I’m just so tense, I thought the hot tub might loosen everything up. You go ahead with your work out I’ll be fine.” I said coyly. Kicking off his shoes and socks lowering his gray shorts following leaving on his tight black boxer briefs as he walked down the steps into the hot tub sitting one step higher than me. “ Oh I can’t let you suffer, let me try to help.” he said mockingly, his strong hands rubbing my neck and shoulders, “ you really are tense” genuine concern in his voice. His hands continued to work, little moans slipping out and contented sighs filled his ears.

“ Matt you always know just what I need.” His hands disrupted my train of thought“ I do princess, I think I know a better way to ease your stress.” His kissed behind my ear easing behind me on the same step. I turned to face him, he kissed me deeply, “I’m gonna need you to do exactly what I say, this going to feel so good for you” he said roughly. “ wrap your legs around my hips loosely, put your arms around my neck” I did as instructed, “such a good girl when she knows I’ve got her.” He walked us to the middle of the hot tub where the bubbling jets are, he kissed me again working lower, his mouth on my neck when he suddenly dropped us lower, a powerful jet aimed at my core. “Matt” I moaned, the unexpected pressure and warmth on my clit,he raised us back up, this time taking one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to suck his teeth lightly grazing, moving his mouth before dropping us again this time on to a dual jet this time moving the bikini bottom to the side. The jet was precisely hitting my clit and core at the same time. “ Matt” My legs started to tremble,his face staring intently at mine. “ You’re so beautiful, when you’re about to come.” Raising us back up again pulling me closer to him . Catching my breath “ Matt you’re not playing fair, you started this.” I said as my brain was forming words, “ I was simply trying to make your day a little more interesting. You’re the one who came out here in my favorite bikini, and threw the top off.” he said walking us towards the middle again. “ Matt, I need more” he smiled at my words. “ I know princess.” he dropped us again the jets hit me again, I buried my head against his shoulder, as the pressure hit just right, then he lifted us back up. “ please please Matt “ my words sounding desperate and pathetic. “Wrap your legs around me, I’ve got you” he climbed the stairs out of the hot tub and laid me down on the sun bed.

Matt undid the swim suit bottom and lifted my legs and his mouth was on me, licking and sucking, his mouth paying extra attention to my clit. “ Matt, baby not like this, I need you “ I said trying to hold back my orgasm, he stood up taking off his wet boxers freeing his cock, the Sun shining on his still wet body, I groaned just looking at him. “He draped his body over me, my legs falling open,as he settles between them the tip of his cock teasing me as he kisses me deeply. He slides in deep, I clench my walls around him and hold him there, he groans. “Princess if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last very long.” I clench around him again ,my hands running down his muscular back. He groans, he quickens the pace, “Matt, I’m so close” he changes angles hitting the spot deep inside and reaches his hand down and puts the right amount of pressure on my clit, I shatter beneath him, he’s watching me intently, I feel his cock twitch as the orgasm rolls through me, his release hits just as mine ends but causes another wave of pleasure to run through me. We lay there for a few moments catching our breath.

He kisses my forehead as he rolls to my side pulling me into him the sun warming both of us. Sleepy and relaxed I curl further into him “ Hold on princess, don’t fall asleep yet.” He gets up retrieving a throw blanket , and robes from inside the house. He spreads the throw over me,and climbs back in beside me, letting me use him as a pillow as he plays with my hair till I fall asleep.

[cowboywritersworld]

For the "I whish you would write a fanfic where..." meme.

Matthew Jackson x Fem!Reader. Reader is a hairstylist and she loves doing his hair before his matches. The idea of the pearls was hers and they just had fun while she put them in.

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Requests are: OPEN for now I would prefer requests based on the flufftober prompts.

Characters: Matthew Jackson, Reader

Prompt: Reader is a hairstylist and she loves doing his hair before his matches. The idea of the pearls was hers and they just had fun while she put them in.

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel, nervous. Your precedent appointment has gone longer than you would have wanted and now you are running late. You work as a hairstylist for Matthew Jackson in AEW, but from time to time you take some outside ones, since you are well known everywhere.

When you finally park at the Arthur Ashe Arena, you take your bag and ran inside, your pass allowing you to get through without a problem, looking for your fiancè. You knock at the EVP's locker room, getting in quickly once Nicholas opens the door. You can see your husband turn to you, a smile on his lips.

"I thought you weren't gonna make it, y/n." He is relieved to finally see you there and makes a c'm here motion with one hand.

"I know, I am sorry, my prince." You love calling him like that and he likes it as well. "That last minute appointment took me more than I was hoping." You walk towards him and leave your bag next to his chair, bending down a little to give him a kiss.

"It's okay, my queen." He kisses you as well, moving then his head a little, so that it seems ruffled.

"What do you want done today?" You ask gently, as you start to trim his hair with your hands. God, his hair smells so good, he always uses your favorite shampoo and after the day you have had until now... It kinda smells even better.

"The gear is the one Nicholas is already wearing." He starts explaining and you look at his little brother from the mirror. "I want to add these two pearl necklaces." He puts it at his neck, to show you. "I trust you with what to do with my hair, my queen." He smiles at you, sitting more comfortable in the chair.

"Perfect. Do you happen to have another pearl necklace?" Nicholas reaches you both and hands you one. "Thank you."

You put the necklace in your jacket, bending over to rummage in your bag, taking out the comb. He puts on your favorite song and you sing it along, while you focus on styling his hair in a perfect ponytail.

You get around him, standing in front, lifting up his chin with a finger. You rummage again through your bag, taking out of it some small clips which you apply on several parts of his air, just to then fix the pearls with some wire, on them. You make sure to turn the chair around when you are done and nod happily.

"Okay! I am done! I really like this look and I'm sure the fans will love it as well." There is a small hint of jealousy in your voice.

Matthew stands up and looks himself in the mirror, a huge smile appearing on his lips. "Lovely and perfect as always! What would I do without your magic hands?" He steals a kiss from you.

"Hush you... You have a match to prepare for and I'll watch it." You declare, smacking him on the ass.

[visionarystoryteller]

Executives Love

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Noa woke up to a series of knocking on her door. She looked over at Anna’s bed and noticed she was gone. Noa sighed lightly and ran her hand down her face. She gingerly got up out of bed, her head slightly starting to come to a headache. She made her way to the door and opened it to reveal a gym dressed Matthew on the other side. Last night came flooding back into Noas mind real fast, nearly knocking her on her ass in embarrassment. She really told Matt she wished he was her baby’s father. Then the way his fingers danced on her stomach, just thinking about it made her feel all warm. And the way he said ‘one day’…it had Noas mind reeling. ‘What did he mean’ Noa thought to herself. Noa was brought out of her revere when Matthew cleared his throat, fixing his gym bag over his shoulder. Noa blinked rapidly a few times.

“Hi” she squeaks out. Matthew lets out a chuckle. He pulls out a pill bottle from the side of his bag- taking out a few, and a water bottle, handing them to Noa.

“Told you I’d bring you aspirin in the morning, here take these.” Matthew says. Noa nods slowly and takes the items from Matthew, following his directions. She swallows both pills and nods at Matthew. Matthew nods.

“Alright I’m off…I’ll see you later” Matthew says. Noa nods.

“Later…” Noa says watching Matthew retreat down to the elevator. ‘Hmm cute butt’ Noa thinks to herself before shaking her head.

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As Noa sat on the plane, her mind went to the last few days. It made her chest tighten, sending Noa to grab onto her necklace that held her teeny tiny babies ashes. She took a deep breath. ‘You’re the last part of him I will ever love.’ Noa thinks to herself and her angel baby. Noa felt someone sit down next to her, causing her to open her eyes. She turned her head slightly and saw that it was Jeff. Her breath caught in her throat and she went frozen.

“I’m guessing you had TK have us sit next to each other before you broke up with me” Jeff says staring ahead. Noa looks at him with wide eyes.

“The audacity you have Jeffrey Parker. Broke up with you? You fucking cheated on me!” Noa whisper yells. Jeff looks over at her and sees her glassy eyes, still dull in color, he missed seeing her beautiful green eyes.

“I’d basically had already lost you Noa” Jeff resigns.

“I just lost our baby Jeff!” She whispers. She felt her breathing get rugged and needed out of the plane. She couldn’t do this. She could hear Jeff’s breathing and sighing. She took out her phone and texted the one person she knew could help her, like he did so many times after the loss of her beloved baby girl, Matthew.

Noa- SOS

EVP1- you okay?

Noa- I need off this plane before it takes off, TK never switched Jeff’s ticket and he’s next to me, shit is going down.

EVP1- we haven’t left yet, you’ll ride with me and Nicholas on the jet. I’m gonna call the airport and get you off. Hang tight sweetheart.

Noa- ty Matty

Within about 5 minutes a flight attendant came through the plane and grabbed Noa. Noa grabbed her bag she held and moved quickly out of the space that held Jeff. Jeff looked at her, not done talking to her but she was getting up and leaving. Jeff stood up and grabbed Noas arm lightly. Noa whipped her head back to look at Jeff. Her eyes were conveying messages he continued to ignore.

“Noa please” Jeff says. Noa moves her arm from his grasp and shakes her head.

“Please just stop Jeff. It’s done. The damage is done. Stop trying to do more please.” Noa practically whimpered out to him. Jeff’s heart ached. Jeff steps back nodding slowly. This is not how we wanted things. Noa turned as fast as she could and got off the plane completely, which stunned Jeff. Noa got off the plane and back to the terminal gates. Once she was back in general population of the airport she felt like she could breathe a little better but not much. Noa went to the desk to ask where the Massies private jet was and that she was suppose to be on it. The guy at the desk called the jet and Nick picked up confirming Noa is suppose to be on the plane. The desk clerk looked at Noa and decided to have one of the baggage guys drive her down to the private jets lot. She looked so exhausted and he felt for her.

“I have one of my baggage guys coming to cart you down to the jet. You look exhausted hun” he tells her. She tries to give a smile but it barely happens.

“Just overwhelmed I guess, thank you though that’s very kind of you and unnecessary but I appreciate it” Noa says. He nods and points behind her. She looks to see a guy with a cart.

“Have a safe flight hun” he tells her. She nods and thanks him again. The cart guy drives her through a garage and out onto the runway. The traveled past a few parked planes before he pulled up to a jet getting ready to leave. He came to a stop and Noa looked at the plane.

“Thank you” Noa says. The man gives her a smile and nods. Noa put on her backpack and climbed out of the cart. Noa looked at the stairs and looked up to the door of the plane to see Matt standing there. She was trying hard to keep her tears at bay. Matt was leaning against the frame, hands in his pocket. When he made eye contact with Noa, he saw her eyes start to gloss over and her breathing falter. Matt immediately moved down the stairs quickly and Noa ran to him. Once she was close enough, she practically jumped into Matt’s arms. He bent down a little and lifted up Noa, fully off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist. Matts hand fisted into Noas hair, pulling her closer, upon feeling her practically shaking. Matt turns and makes his way up the stairs, Nick standing at the doorway of the plane, a worried look on his face. Nick looks at Matt once he’s close enough with question and Matt shakes his head. He sits down with Noa still clinging to him.

“I’ll tell the pilot we’re ready…” Nick says to no one in particular. Matt rubs Noas back.

“I’m gonna need you to seatbelt in Noa” Matt says quietly, smoothing her hair. She takes a deep shaky sniffling breath and gets off Matt’s lap. She sits in the seat next to him and buckles up. She looks down at her legs, fiddling with her fingers, trying to keep her anxiety at bay. Nick sat down in front of of Matt and Noa, and the plane began its decent down the runway. Nick looked back at Matt and Matt looked at Nick. The pair silently communicating with each other.

“I hate when you two do that.” Noa speaks up. Nick nearly gives himself whiplash and Matt’s head snaps over to look at her.

“Do what” Nick try’s to play off. Matt rolls his eyes at Nick. Noa looks up at Nick and gives him a blank stare.

“Okay jeez” Nick resigns. Noa rolls her eyes and turns to look at Matt.

“Thank for rescuing me. I just couldn’t. It was all to much then he started talking about how he had already lost me, as if that’s a great excuse for why he cheated on me. God…I feel like such a fucking fool for loving him like I did.” Noa rants. Matt felt horrible for Noa. They had been together for years, strong as ever, they’d been through all kinds of injuries together, faced the worst of days and the best of days, even started a small family, but apparently they weren’t strong enough to withstand the loss of a child. Matt grabbed Noas hand, Noas head shooting to look at him.

“You’re no fool Noa” Matt says gently. Noa rolls her eyes looking away. She sure as hell felt like a fool. Matts jaw ticks and he gently grabs ahold of her chin and turns her to look at him, her eyes diverting from his. His eyes are a lit with a small fire.

“Do not roll your eyes at me Noa” Matt says lowly. Noas heart beat picks up and she starts to get warm-she was a natural submissive-, not making eye contact with Matt.

“Look at me Noa” Matt says. Her eyes meet his, seeing the fire in them.

“First, you’re not a fool, love is love, things happen. Two, do not roll your eyes at me or I will have them rolling backwards into your head” Matt says, the last part quietly in a sultry voice. Noa almost lets out a squeak, nodding at Matt. Matt smirks at her and let’s get chin go and faces forward pulling out his phone.

[coolbeansawrestlingblog]

Baby, I'm Paranoid

A/N: So here's another one birthed from the old blog which I believe orignally came from a prompt list but updated to suit the current vibe.

No warnings here, just accustions of cheating and paranoia.

Masterlist

Things have been odd lately. Since Matt, or should I say Matthew, has been more into his role as an EVP. Something has changed within him. He's been more on edge and more stricter. I've noticed how he watched me like a hawk when we're in the same room but won't speak to me or at the very least come withdrawn. At first, I thought it was the extra pressure he was putting on himself but now it has gone on for far too long. I need to bite the bullet.

"Babe, why are you being distant from me?" I asked him once I got myself settled into our shared hotel room for the night. He shrugged his shoulders at me and continued to ignore me, attending to business on his phone. "Matt, please tell me what's wrong? If it is about me, I can't fix the problem, unless you tell me, I can't keep living like this."

"Are you cheating on me with Kyle?" He didn't even look up from his phone

"What?" I was so stunned and shocked. I don't know how he could ask me that.

"I said are you cheating on me with Kyle O'Reilly?" He said in a more stern tone.

"No, of course not, how could you ask me that?"

"Let's see, at our shows recently you spend all your timw with him and automatically go over and talk to him as if I don't exist. I can't believe you are doing right in front of my face, in my own company." He tuts after the last sentence. I was so hurt and upset, i do not understand how he could think that.

"Matt, Kyle has been one of my best friends ever since I got into the wrestling business, he has been injured for so long and it was possible he was never coming back. I'm going to spend time with and catch up because you never know what could happen. Besides you're working all the time now, I never see you during the shows now and I don't want hang around alone. I love you, Matt, with all of my heart, I'd never do that to you."

"Really, you even just said there that you feel lonely. How do I know you're not flirting and seeing him on the side when I'm not looking?" At this point he finally looks up from this phone and straight at me. I have never seen him look so cold and angry. It made my heart sink.

"Matt I-"

"You should know by now its Matthew!!" The shout took me by surprise, I had tears brimming in my eyes.

"Matthew, you watch me constantly when we're in the same room, you tell me, have I ever done anything like that?!"

"I don't know," he casually shrugs, "It wouldn't be hard for you to lie down when I go to production." He was unremorseful, not caring about how his words were hurting me.

"You know what Matthew," I begin as the tears spill over, "If that's what you think me, I guess there's no convicing you of my innoennce. I'm already gulity." I reach for my bag and suitcase before I feel his arm around me trying to stop me. He turns me around so we could look at each other.

"Y/N please, I'm sorry, it was just a test, I wanted to test your loyality to me and the company, please wait, let me explain." He was rushing to save himself but the damage was done.

"Did I pass?" I can't control the sobs anymore.

"Baby of course you did, I just wanted to make sure there was no sleazy business going on with people trying to take a way my girl." He grabs my face, stroking it tenderly. "Please don't go, I don't want to lose my princess, I never know who is out for us please stay." I fall into his arms, emotionally exhausted. He wraps his arms around me, feeling the safety and comfort I haven;t felt from him within the last few weeks.

"I love you, Matt, only you."

"I know Princess."

[kittonik]

Dear Mr Matt Jackson.

Dear Mr Jackson, if you truly love me, please wear a compression shirt and gray sweatpants on the next bte, it’d make mine and many others’ day. :)

[madhatterbri]

Birthday | M.J.

Summary: Today is your boyfriend's birthday.

Matt Jackson Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @bullet-clubs-bitch @cowboywritersworld

The scent of sugary foods lingered in the warm air. A mixture of pink, orange, and purple streaked the sky as the sun started to set. The sound of today's popular music and families laughing made the once vacant space feel alive. You walked past people quickly as you grabbed your boyfriend's hand.

"Will you hurry up?" You asked. You were currently dragging him towards the Ferris Wheel. Tickets were held tightly in your other hand.

"Honey, is the Ferris Wheel that cool to rip my arm off?" He teased. Matt trotted to catch up to you.

You scoffed. "You've always said you liked a challenge. Imagine the challenges of living with one arm. Besides, who needs two arms for the rest of their lives?"

Your diva boyfriend rolled his eyes, yet chuckled. Matt knew you had a thing for sunsets and ferris wheels. He asked you to be his girlfriend on one. Now, whenever the two of you see a ferris wheel in your travels, you would make sure to plan to ride it at sunset.

After you gave the ride operator enough tickets, you were given the private gondola. You stood at the edge of the gondola to watch the sunset. Your boyfriend stood behind you. One hand on your waist as he kissed the top of your head. The other rubbed your lower back.

The ride picked up as you went higher. The fairgrounds below you started shrink below. All your cares and worries stayed at the pavement. For now, you were watching the sunset with your favorite guy. The ride stopped to allow more people on. The two of you watched in awe as the sun set over the horizon.

"Happy birthday, Matty."

"I guess this is worth losing one of my arms."

The two of you shared a tender kiss before the ride started again. You shot one last look at the twilight before the final descent back to the ground. You exited the ride holding your boyfriend's hand.

You walked around the game area. A stuffed Mario caught your eye. The red shirt and blue overalls reminded you of the times you spent playing Super Mario together. There was no question about it. You had to try to win one of the rigged games.

After twenty bucks and multiple ring tosses, you managed to get a ring around the bottle neck. The game operator handed you the Mario. You smiled warmly and gave it to Matt.

"You know they probably cost like two cents to make, right?" He asked yet held the Mario close to him.

"I know, but when I miss you extra, I can hug it tight."

As the night came to an end, you had one last surprise. Matt held open the door for you once you arrived home. You walked in first and made your way to the living room. Matt followed after you.

"What is this?" He asked and placed stuffed Mario on the couch. An old Nintendo 64 sat on the floor. A birthday cake sat on the coffee table with his favorite drinks. Bowls of his favorite snacks placed neatly before them. You took a seat on the couch and patted the spot next to you.

You smiled. "I just wanted to remind you that I can still kick your ass at Mario Kart. Are you ready to go down with the blue shell?"

The rest of the night was spent eating, drinking, and soaking in the other's company. That night, you fell asleep on the couch in his arms.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

HELP-

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Maso! Do you have anything for our EVP birthday boy Matthew? I’m sure you can write something awesome for him

Yes babe, I can! And although it’s not Matthew’s birthday, I still did it because at last I finally finished something 👏. And no, I didn’t write EVP!Matthew, just regular Matt, it was what worked for this so I hope you get to enjoy it either way.

Also, I didn’t put the translation to the lyrics but you guys let me know if you’d like me to translate the entire song (google translate will fuck up some of the phrases as per usual), but for now I’ll leave it like this. And yes, I highly recommend you to listen to the song because it’s *chef’s kiss* the melody and flow is ugh, so good. Hope you like this, love💋

A/N: Huge shout out to @theworldofotps and for supporting me through this. Love you babe 🥰

*Written in Matt’s POV*

“Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo

Com sabor de fruta mordida…”

The beauty of the known is often looked upon and taken for granted as something that shouldn’t be cherished. Because it’s comfortable, unexciting, predictable, trustworthy, and completely capable of making you yawn with boredom. But the thing is that the true beauty lies in what is expected, what you already know, in all of the things you can replay in your mind even before they happen.

You know it all, from the long pauses to the hesitation, the doubt in every word silently marked with an interrogation point. The uncertainty beneath the “I made a chicken pie for dinner”, it’s all so foolish to some, but to me, it’s the most wholesome thing that could ever exist in this world.

Love is overrated, not because it is a frivolous thing but because people often over-glamourize it as everything that it is not. Real love is not being excited to see your significant other every day, it’s not the urge to touch them nor the need to hear their voice. Real love is not marked by excitement but in fact, it’s nothing more than comfort.

When we’re young we have this vision that love will sweep us off our feet every day for the rest of our lives, and then reality hits us and love becomes everything that’s not advertised on TV shows or movies.

“Ser teu pão, ser tua comida

Todo amor que houver nessa vida…”

There is that raw excitement in the beginning, but after a while - like every new experience in life - you grow out of it and the only thing that remains is the person you know well enough to predict everything they do, from behavior to clothes, from speech pattern to preferences of food, drinks, movies, books, colors, vacation…you can name their routine as if it was your own, and that is the true beauty of love.

Not the eagerness to be together, but the comfortable silence as you watch the news. It’s the casual “Do you need something from the grocery store?”, it’s the care, the mute expression of true feelings, the lack of necessity to say anything at all.

True excitement lies in asking “Do you want some prunes on your greek yogurt?” just so you can see their nose scrunch up in disgust before the already-known answer of “Of course not! Yuck” fills up your ears and you silently repeat it along with them.

“E ser artista no nosso convívio

Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia

Pra poesia que a gente nem vive

Transformar o tédio em melodia…”

If anyone asked me “If you could, would you do it again?”, my answer would be “Absolutely”. I would choose the same woman, over and over again. I would experience the highs and especially the lows with a smile on my face because I know the outcome is worth it.

What makes our love special is not the two honeymoons spent on the Caribbean sea, but all of our endless crying and praying sessions on the kitchen floor at 3 am because we had no idea how we would pay the rent.

That’s why as I stare at her now, swiping the living room floor while singing the very same song that I now know the lyrics all too well, I’d confidently say “I do” all over again.

“Is everything ok?” She asked, after suddenly settling the broom to the side to skip the song currently playing on the speakers.

“Yeah, why?” I ask, incapable of keeping the soft smile off my lips. Sipping on my cup of coffee, I mentally mimicked her as she squinted her eyes “Are you sure?” She asks, a hint of uncertainty coating her words, “You’re looking at me funny”.

“Funny?” I chuckled “That’s an interesting choice of word. I wouldn’t say ‘funny’ but rather something deeper”.

“Todo amor que houver nessa vida.

E algum remédio que me dê alegria”

“Oh yeah?” She teased, “Like what?”

“Admiration perhaps?” I offer, before hiding an amused smile behind the rim of the cup.

“Nah” She clicked her tongue in sarcasm but was unable to hide the gleam of happiness in her eyes. “Get a life, you weirdo”.

“I already have a life” I keep staring at her, and the once amused smile turns into a full toothy grin.

“Rather boring I’d say” She teased, throwing one of the couch pillows at me.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, dove”.

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[issdisgrace]

I need Matt and nick age regression so badly I crave for wrestling age regression content

MATT AND NICK JACKSON AGE REGRESSING HCS

WARNINGS: None

A/N: This post is inspired by the lovely @electricsunshine. I can’t recommend them enough.

MATT

Regresses to around 4/5.

Is either the best boy in the world or the brattiest boy in the world. No inbetween with this man.

He tends to be energetic and outgoing, but he does have his times where he is relaxed and shy. However those relaxed times are few and fair inbetween.

Has a pretty big collection of stuff aniamals but his favorite one is a black bear plushy he got when he was a kid.

Loves making forts with you then cuddling up inside of them and watching a movie.

His favorite movie is Mulan. He's seen it hundreds of times and he can quote it word for word.

Loves to wear just your sweatshirt and boxers when he's in little space but he gets if he needs to wear something more than that.

NICK

Regresses to 5/6.

Good boy 24/7. And if he feels like he isn't being a good boy even when he is or if he thinks your mad or disapointed at him he will cry.

Shy and relaxed all the time unlike his brother.

Likes to color in coloring book but he also likes to draw. Gets even more shy and flustered if you hang something he colored or drew up.

Fuzzy socks. Is never not seen with fuzzy socks on he just loves them so much. He has a large collection of them and his favorite pair are ones that have cats on them.

Likes to watch cartoons instead of movies. However, his favorite cartoons are the Scooby Doo ones as that's what he grew up on.

BOTH

Cuddles bugs. They both LOVE cuddling, probably one of their top favorite things.

Picky eaters. Dino chicken nuggets being practically all they eat.

Forehead kisses. They both want them 24/7, 7 days a week.

Big fuzzy blankets. Both curl up in them when they take naps. Will have you wrap then like burritos in the blankets.

Storytelling. Loves when you tell stories, doesn’t matter if they are real or fake, yours or someone’s else’s as long as your telling a story they are both happy.

Apple juice. Be prepared to buy SO much apple juice. They drink it likes it’s the last thing of it on the earth.

[coleskingdom]

Man in the Mirror

Matt Jackson x female reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

GIF @ bloodycowboyclub

@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

“He’s playing fucking head games, with us.” Matt said pacing in the hotel room, “He couldn’t just take the nice retirement package and leave no, he had to bring a goth boy and a geriatric with him. “ his voice agitated, “ I now have to end one of the icons of this business and his friends as well.”

I had been lying in bed watching this soliloquy, slightly amused and slightly annoyed by this sudden crisis of conscience. “ Really? One of the icons of the sport, you’re doing what has to be done. The sport is ready for new icons, new greats. The geriatric in question should’ve been ended long ago.” I said an impatient tone in my voice.

“ I don’t recognize myself some days, when I look in the mirror.” his eyes showing a sadness that broke my heart. “ How have I become the villain ? No one understands why I have to do the things I have to do.” his hand reaching for the glass of wine on the table.

“Matt, listen they forced your hand, they forced you to have to make the hard decisions. Changing the world was never going to be easy. You’re doing this for everyone, the ones who don’t have spots because of this old guard who refuses to move on. Besides you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.. You’ve just always had someone else to get their hands dirty for you, or you did it because someone told you to. You’ve stabbed everyone you’ve ever loved in the back at one point or another, you’ll forgive yourself in time, as they have forgiven you. I don’t know why this upsets you when you played into Kenny’s psychotic vendetta against Cole and Page.” I sipped my own wine . “Is it because Kenny isn’t calling the shots this time? Is it because you’re having to lead? Is it because …” my words cut off as Matt straddled me on the bed, his hands tracing lines of my throat. “ I wouldn’t finish that thought” ,he kissed me, his mouth fighting for dominance, as I relented. Our hands grabbing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy, pulling and removing them as they were thrown on the floor.

His hands moved down my body, only lightly teasing the places , he knew I loved. “Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to fuck that attitude out of you?” his voice cool and controlled, his touch soft,as his calloused hands dipped lower. “ I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just please touch me Matt” the pathetic desperation in my tone made him smile. “ There’s my good girl, not so mouthy now” his mouth claiming mine as his hand teased my folds. He swallowed my groan as his practiced fingers went to work, his mouth moved down my body to my breasts. “Is this what you needed?”before he took my nipple in his mouth. “ Yes”, I said my mind barely coherent “Yes what?” he said stopping all movement “Yes sir” I was immediately rewarded as his thumb moved over my clit and his teeth grazed my nipple. A moan fell from my lips, I felt my body giving itself over to him. “ princess it’d be so easy to let you cum right now, and nothing would make me happier than to take care of you right now.” His fingers moving inside me, teasing strokes inching deeper. “However, you said some hurtful truths earlier, now you’re gonna have to wait till I say to cum.” his hands spreading my thighs , as he aligned himself with my aching core. “So desperate for me, for someone you thought was afraid to lead I’m leading you pretty well aren’t I ?” his tone slightly menacing, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry sir” I said . His mouth back on mine as he entered me, his body worked mine, the angle he chose was meant to drive both of us quickly to our own release. My fingers scratched his back as he hit that spot deep inside, he hissed . He picked up his speed his controlled thrusts becoming erratic , “ Princess come for me, milk my cock , show me how much you need me.” I clenched pulling him in and holding him there, as I shattered around him, his thrusts and little groans and whimpers as he released inside of me in my ear. My hands running through his hair as his face laid in the crook of my neck. “ Matt, I do understand. “ my words soft and soothing allowing him to stay there as long as he needed. “I know you’re doing this for us.” My hands running softly up his back. When he finally moved, he was Matt again, the softness in his features returned. He laid his head on my chest,he was quiet for a longtime, the war inside him quieted for the first time.

[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Could you do something with a female reader where she has a secret relationship with Matt Jackson and maybe gets caught by Nick or something?

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, Nothing really

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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"You locked the door?" You asked your boyfriend Matt Jackson as your lips danced along his scruffy neck.

"Yeah, uhh yeah." Matt moaned, not sounding confident at all but he was feeling too much pleasure to even care.

You took his word on locking the tour bus door as your tongue danced along his skin. "Fuck, Matty I need you." You moaned, your hand cupping his growing bulge in between his legs.

"I know sweetheart, I need you too." Matt sighed, grabbing the hem of your shirt he tugged it off only to smirk. "You naughty girl, Y/N. No bra?" Matt's eyes lingered over your bare chest.

As you were about to push Matt against the sofa the door handle to the side jiggled and pulled open. "Matt!" You heard the younger Jackson brother sang out Matt's name.

"Nick! No wait!" Matt shouted but it was too late, Nick climbed up the stairs to the tour bus and froze at the sight. Matt had you behind him, trying to cover your body as Nick was sputtering to spew out words.

"I- I'll come back later!" Nick gushed and rushed out of the tour bus and shut the door behind him.

"You think we scarred him?" You teased.

"He's seen worst." Matt chuckled, pulling you closer to him.