#Nick Jackson x reader

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I can’t do this right now

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hands Up

Summary: A little drabble with my favorite Buck.

Pairing: Nick Jackson x F!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult language, cursing, mentions of masturbation, roleplay, implied smut.

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

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon, sir. License and registration please”

“Good afternoon…Is there a problem, officer?” Nick frowned at the female officer. Her sunglasses covered half of her face and she sighed heavily before speaking “There will be if you don’t give me your license and registration, sir”

‘Jesus, you have got to be kidding me’, Nick thought to himself before handing his documents over.

“One moment please” The woman walked back to her car, and through the rearview mirror, Nick watched her speak on the radio before making her way back to him.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle, please”

“I’m sorry, officer, but what’s going-”

“Sir, step out of the vehicle and place your hands on top of the hood, please” Her voice tone left no room for debate and Nick could only sigh heavily as he followed the officer’s order.

“Hands on the hood, sir”

“Alright, geez” Nick placed both hands on top of the warm metal and looked over his shoulder “Can I at least know what this is about?”

The female officer stepped closer to him and Nick could feel the warmth radiating from her body “You’re being wanted, sir”

“Am I what?!” Nick pulled his hands off the hood and tried to turn around but the officer placed the baton against his spine “Sir, get your hands back on the hood, that’s an order!”

“Look, you must be mistaking me for someone else-”

“Mr. Jackson, it would be better for you if you just shut your mouth” She placed her hands on his hips and began to slowly slide them down to his ass and back thighs.

“Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?!” Nick looked back at her “A female officer can’t frisk a man, I know my rights!”

“Oh, do you?!” She pulled her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and that’s when Nick caught a glimpse of the familiar intensity in her eyes. “Be quiet, Mr. Jackson”.

He felt his heartbeat going back to its usual pace as relief flooded his veins. “Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” Nick chuckled but his lips soon became a thin line when he felt her hand on his bulge

“Mr. Jackson, I thought I’d advise you to shut up” Her smile was evil as her hand sank inside his jeans. She cupped his half-hard cock through the boxer briefs and Nick let out a low moan “What are you searching for anyway?”

“Weapons or any sort of thing that can be used as a weapon” She turned Nick around and took a handful of his - now fully hard - cock and let her forefinger scrape the slit on the tip.

“Oh, I can use that as a weapon. Just bend over the hood, pull your pants down and I’ll show you” He smirked before she placed the baton against his lips, making him bite around the plastic.

“That mouth will earn you a pair of handcuffs and a ride on the backseat of the car, Mr. Jackson. So I’d be very careful if I were you”.

A muffled “Yes, ma’am” left Nick’s lips as his eyes stopped at the open buttons of her navy blouse. The push-up bra made her breasts appear fuller, appealing to Nick’s primal instincts of sliding his tongue across her skin.

“Now, Mr. Jackson, do you have any sort of illicit drugs or lethal weapon inside your car?” She pulled her hand away from his jeans so Nick could answer her properly.

“Apart from this lethal boner?” Nick chuckles “No, ma’am”.

“You’re quite the jester, huh, Mr. Jackson? Let’s see if you’ll keep it up when I take you for a ride back to the police station”.

“I’ll gladly go, officer” Nick stated, hungrily staring at how the dark blue fabric hugged her ass as she bent down to check the inside of his car.

“Fuck me” He mumbled under his breath, eyes still focused on her ass, while using his right hand to cup his hard-on through the jeans.

She looked over her shoulder just in time to see Nick squeezing his hard cock through the thick fabric.

“Are you seriously masturbating in front of a police officer, Mr. Jackson?” She gasped in shock, quickly pushing herself away from his car, but not before Nick grabbed a handful of her ass.

“I’m not masturbating per se, ma’am. I’m just checking the damage you’ve caused” Nick smirked when she tried her best to keep a composed face.

“That’s it, Mr. Jackson! You’re coming with me” She snarled, grabbing Nick by his elbow and pulling him towards the police car.

“Can I at least call my wife to let her know that I’m gonna be late for dinner?”

She stopped beside the back door of her car, “Make it short”, she stated once Nick grabbed his phone from his denim’s side pocket.

Nick pressed his wife's contact picture before placing the phone against his ear. He couldn’t help the evil grin that took over his lips when she answered.

“Hey, Angel. Something came up and I’m gonna be late, so don’t worry about dinner, ok?”

Her eyes stared at her husband’s blue orbs as she simply answered back, “Okay, baby”, and hung up to open the back door of the car for him.

[madhatterbri]

Speakeasy | N.J.

Summary: It's just smut. 18+.

Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. ❤️

Nick Jackson Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts

"What am I going to do with you?" Nicholas asked. He took a sip of his drink admiring the woman, his girlfriend, sitting on the vanity in their bedroom. His muse was certainly dressed for his attention. Her long legs covered in knee-high white stockings. A black and gold dress covered her body. Black elbow-length gloves covered a portion of her arm to the elbow.

"Please, Nick, punish me for my sinful ways," She pleaded with a pouted lip. Her feet swayed like a school girl kicking her legs underneath a desk. He stopped and stared at her. The feeling of wanting to take her stirred inside of him. He could have easily thrown Y/N on the bed, but this time, he was going to toy with her.

The entire night, she was teasing him. Innocent eyes fluttered at him. He cocked a sideways grin and strolled over to her. He sat on the chair in front of her. Y/N stared down at him.

"Well, these certainly have to go," he unbuckled the black high heels painfully slow. He threw them over his shoulder without a care in the world. Nick ran his fingers up her stockings slowly. The fabric felt soft against his skin. He kissed her thigh. While kissing her thighs, he hooked his fingers around her stockings. He slid them down until they were removed from her body.

"Arms up... Now," he ordered, not wanting to be kept waiting. She stretched her arms above her head. He stood up from his chair and removed her gloves. He left a trail of kisses until he reached her right wrist. He used one stocking to tie her hand to the vanity. Nick repeated his actions to the left wrist. He took a step back to admire his work.

He rubbed his hands over Y/N's legs and towards her dress. He stopped at her waist and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"They would just get in the way," she shrugged, imitating his exact sentiment about underwear. He swallowed a groan. He grabbed her waist.

"Had I known you went to the party with none on, I would have taken you in my office earlier this evening," he informed her. Their lips met in a heated kiss.

Her gasp caused him to smirk.

"Is something troubling you?" He asked with concern. She shook her head.

The memories of the events that took place in his office caused her to blush. While his speakeasy was crowded with people, he had her in his office. He wanted his patrons to hear her moans, and they certainly did. She squirmed under his grasp.

"Nick," she sighed and tried to move forward. He took a step back. Her binds, keeping her close to the mirror.

"You were very mouthy at the club and now look at you. A memory is causing you distress," he sat on the chair in front of her once more.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Nick took the opportunity of her heightened senses and placed her legs over his shoulder. He leaned down and licked her slit from bottom to top. She brought her head back, trying to move from her binds once more. He repeated this action several times. His girlfriend tried to buck towards him, but he pulled back.

"I wish you could see what I see right now," his light blue eyes bore into hers. Her face was bright red, and her hair had a sweaty mess. Her heaving chest tried to keep up with her heart rate. He loved seeing her in carnal need.

He placed her legs back down so they were dangling again. He tore her dress down the middle, allowing her body to be exposed to him.

"Beautiful," he muttered while planting kisses on her neck. He placed his hands on her breasts and started to massage them. His thumbs rubbed her nipples while he continued to kiss her neck. Her skin burned against his.

"Please," she begged, not quite knowing what she was begging.

He latched his mouth to her left nipple and slowly slid his index finger down her body. He rubbed his thumb against her clit. Tiny circles teased her. She brought her head back and moaned. He smiled at her actions. He slid his middle finger inside her. She gasped and bit her bottom lip. Her hands moved against her binds once more. He continued his assault on her body. His tongue swirled around her nipple. His left-hand thumb rubbing against her clit and his middle finger sliding in her.

"Nicky," she breathed, gripping her binds. He slowly added another finger inside of her. He slid them all the way back to his knuckles before slowly sliding them out once more.

"I'm so close," she informed him. Her hips were in time with every thrust of his fingers.

"Pity," he told her. The lewd sound of her wetness once he removed his fingers filled the air. A whimper slipped past her lips at the loss of attention. He took a step back once more. His hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt. In the blink of an eye, he removed the rest of his clothing.

His dick stood out for her. His eyes were full of lust. Nick watched her closely as a predator would their prey. The waiting started to affect the impatient woman. The younger Jackson brother wanted her to beg.

"You know what to say,"

"Just do it," she snapped frustrated. The stubborn man didn't move. He stood before her in all his glory.

"Fuck me, Nick," she urged.

He kicked the chair to the side and stood between her legs. He rubbed the tip against her slit enjoying the feeling. Nick took deep breaths to steady himself. He grabbed her right leg and placed it over his shoulder. Her left leg wrapped around his waist. He placed his left hand against the glass to steady himself.

"Don't be shy. Wake all of Los Angeles," he told her and slid himself inside. She moaned loudly and arched her back. He filled her to the brim. She was so wet and tight for him. Her body was made for his pleasure. He buried his head in her neck.

"Please, move. I need all of you. I'll beg, scream, cry. I don't care,"

Her words awoke the sleeping monster inside of him. He started to thrust inside of her. He made sure to be rough when he slid back inside of her. She matched his rhythms and ground against him. The vanity smacked against the wall with each violent thrust.

"Nick. I am close. I am so close," she whimpered. Beads of sweat poured down her body. He thrust inside of her a few more times. Her toes started to curl. Her fists were balled up. Her eyes rolled to the back of his head. She screamed his name one last time before tightening around him. Three more powerful thrusts, and he came inside of her. He thrust inside of her weakly a few more times before pulling out.

"You are going to be the death of me," he sighed releasing her wrists from her binds. She placed her arms down and wrapped them around his neck. He moved his hands under her legs and carried her to the bed. He placed her down gently.

"Wonderful as always, my love," she whispered. Nick wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her forehead before they fell into a dream-filled sleep.

[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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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Nick Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 815

Summary: Nick spends all week secretly planning and preparing for his love’s surprise birthday party.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hope you had the best birthday @katries 🎉 Love you bunches!! 🫶🏻🩵💜

Masterlist

Taglist

Moodboard is made by me specifically for @katries 🥰

All week long Nick was on a mission. His mission? To throw the best surprise birthday party for his talented and gorgeous girlfriend. Despite having been together for such a short period of time, Nick wanted to go all out, to show her he cared and how much he loves her. Nick casually asked about what her preference of cake was at the end of last week. He wanted to be prepared ahead of time so he could make sure everything was perfect. He called up all her friends and some of his as well.

He asked for a few of her friends to get her out of the house for the day so he could decorate. About an hour into it Nick realized he needed help if he wanted to get this done on time. So called up the one person he could always count on — his brother Matt.

The two brothers worked together in hanging a banner and streamers. “Something’s missing.” Nick stated as he took in their progress. He went through his mental check list. Banner? Check. Streamers? Check. Balloons? Nick’s eyes darted around the room. No balloons. “The balloons are missing. Did you get them on your way here like I asked?” Nick spun on his heel to face Matt.

“Yes, Nick. I got the cake too.” Matt rolled his eyes. Matt wasn’t really that annoyed, he just liked giving Nick a hard time and what better way than stressing him out?

Nick froze. The cake! The most important part of a birthday party! How could he have forgotten? Thank God for Matt’s thinking because Nick’s was everywhere all at once. “Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot.” Nick mentally kicked himself for almost ruining the party. The party he was dead set on making perfect because his girl deserved perfection. To him, she was perfection.

“Don’t mention it.” Matt shrugged. “I’ll grab the balloons from the car. The cake is the fridge.” Matt called as he exited the living room and went out the front door.

Let’s have a look at this cake. Nick opened the fridge and there sat the cake on the middle shelf in a pink box with a clear plastic window to view the top of the cake. Nick set the cake on the kitchen island across from the fridge. Perfect.

Matt helped Nick place clusters of balloons in various places around the living room and move a few pieces of furniture around to accommodate for the guests.

The boys took a step back, admiring their work. The room looked ready for a party and the timing couldn’t have been any better. The doorbell rang indicating the first guest had arrived. “Thanks for helping me, Matt. It means a lot.” Nick thanked his brother once again, his hand on the doorknob.

Matt waved off the compliment. “It’s what brothers are for. Plus she’s a cool girl and makes you happy, and as mushy as it sounds, that’s all I want for you.”

Nick smiled at that and opened the door. A small group of her friends had arrived, gifts in hand. “Hey girls, come on in. The gifts can go on the kitchen island next to the cake.” He stepped aside and let them enter.

Soon the whole living room and part of the kitchen was filled with people and gifts. A text from Nick’s phone caught his attention.

From: Laken

On our way back. She’s getting suspicious.

Nick quickly got everyone’s attention and gave them go ahead to hide. He flicked the lights off and minutes later a car pulled in the driveway. He was beyond glad he remembered to have the guest follow the driveway on around behind the house to park. He could hear her asking about why the lights were off and getting the response that maybe he forgot to pay the light bill. Laughter followed and he couldn’t help but quietly laugh too, shaking his head.

Keys jingled outside the door, then the keys turned and unlocked the door. It opened and suddenly the lights were flicked on. “SURPRISE!!!” The whole room erupted with cheers and confetti fell from confetti poppers.

All the running around and pretending to forget her birthday was worth it when Nick saw that reaction, shock mixed with disbelief and overwhelming happiness. “Did you really think I’d forget my girl’s birthday?” Nick teased, wrapping her up in a tight embrace followed by a tender kiss. “Let’s party birthday girl! There’s a cake over there just waiting for you to make a wish and blow out the candles.”

Nick was pleased with himself as he watched the love of his life eat cake, dance, and open gifts. The only thoughts crossing his mind was how in this world was he going top this party next year but most importantly, how they would celebrate later, just the two of them.

General Taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms-deactivated2024 @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell @jackson-nickthedate @omg-im-such-a-masochist @kmc1989

Nick Jackson Taglist: @mrsmatt @morgan-bucks @rubyred1980 @breezyvk @writtingrose @jennifuz @writtingelite @katries @siriuslyblackonback

[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.

[delilahcalicocat]

☆{The Elite.}☆

{Rating: Smut.}

{Warnings: Poly relationship, Kissing, Dom/Sub dynamic, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms, Mainly Dom!Kenny and Dom!Nick. Matt is a switch, Fem!Reader, Collar, Fingering, Unprotected Sex..}

{Pairing: The Elite (Kenny And the bucks) x Sub!Fem!Reader}

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Your were... suffice to say, an accomplice of The Elite. You never mentioned it. You couldn't even speak of how you got your job. The unforgettable night...

Everyone in AEW always asked how you got a spot as a Manager.

But you had to follow the rule Nick and Matt told you. "No One Knows"

It seemed they didn't follow their own rule too much though, as they'd occasionally crotch crop in their entrance and turn to camera.

Mouthing the words 'ya like what you see Y/N?'

Holy shit... they had you super heated up sometimes.

The only reason you never appeared alongside them though. Is because of your special necklace and Collar..

That or you were busy. Because Kenny would force you to cockwarm. As you struggled for friction. Wanting to move. But the leash in Kenny's Hand would bring you back to reality

"F..Fuck... Please... let me move..." You begged

"Have you been good enough? Or should I make you wait for Matt and Nick? So we can all fuck you senseless over your desk?" Kenny asked

You chose the latter. To just wait it out, their match wouldn't be too long. Since they were fighting some local jobbers. You knew the match was over when the hit the BTE trigger.

They hurried backstage, Walking into your office. Kenny immediately put you over the desk.

"Which one of you wants to go first?" Kenny spoke coldly.

Matt nodded, which meant he wanted firsties.

Which didn't go down too good.

You were begging for mercy at the 8th orgasm of the night. 7 of them being forced.

Your body was going to collapse if they didn't ease up. But Kenny persisted in fucking you silly.

Of course he was always doing that. His dumbafiction Kink was put in overdrive hearing you beg for more and more.

Nick was also contributing, fucking your throat raw.

Matt eventually realized you couldn't take it anymore. He was the only one to ever stay in his ring gear. Since he only used his fingers.

He felt bad and told Kenny and Nick. They didn't care. Until you physically couldn't stand up.

★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~

Matt was there for you, he has to help you stand up.

"What the actual fuck Nicholas? And you too Kenny. She can't even stand! Why the fuck did you do this?" Matt spoke

Matt quickly got you dressed and carried you out of the arena to his car. Putting you in the backseat since you wanted to sleep.

"Hey.. Adam? Is it okay if I bring Y/N to your house for the night? Nick and Kenny exhausted her and she can't even stand." Matt said to Hangman on the other side of the phone

"Uhm, sure.. I'll be waiting at the door for ya m'kay?" Hangman said

"Okay, I'll be over shortly. Because she's out like a light. Just asleep on the backseat. I'm sure Kenny and Nick will realize what they did in the morning and apologize to her."

Matt then hung up the phone and left the parking lot.

You were fast asleep, exhausted after the 8 forced orgasms and 1 actual one. From Matt.

You had to call off your relationship with Nick and Kenny. It was clear Matt was the one who cared about you.

But it was scary because Nick would use Matt to find you.

But you couldn't care. You had to break up. Because your body couldn't take much more of the abuse.

You had a hoarse voice all the time because of Nick, And you couldn't sit still because of Kenny.

You had to do it.. you had to be strong...

So when the next day arrived and you told them you just wanted to date Matt.

Everything got heated and shouting occurred. Your older brother Hangman stepped in though to save you. And told them it was your choice of who you wanted to date.

Nick and Kenny were fuming but there wasn't time since they had a match to fight in.

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You eventually told Matt what you did. And he was quite happy. Since usually during those "meetings" he'd only get 30 minutes with you.

But watching you fuck yourself on his fingers the first night of your relationship made him happy enough for life.

He was glad you finally broke free of the grasp Kenny had forced upon you.

[youngbuckisms]

AEW stars and what kind of engagement ring they would propose with. And if you don’t mind, include Darby Allin and Adam Page☺️

Thank you.♥️

AEW Stars and What Engagement Ring They Propose With; headcanon list

Adam Page, Darby Allin, MJF, Nick Jackson

Warnings: None!

Notes: This is a really old one, but I wanted to do this one soooo bad. I had so much fun looking at pretty little rings. This also includes where they propose, just for fun! I hope you enjoy!

Adam Page

— At first, Adam was just going to get something simple, as he planned on getting a simple gold band with a diamond, as he never thought about it too much until he actually started to look

— Every ring he looked at made him realized just how much you deserved something better and better with every ring he looked at

— Finally, he had decided on a rose gold band with a blue moonstone in the middle and multiple diamond accents on either side

— Adam proposes backstage at a big show after a match, even though he did plan to propose at dinner the night after, he had decided to just do it when it felt right

Darby Allin

— Darby looked at rings for months, before he found something he thought was perfect for you

— He knew he wanted something with black and white, and while he knows it isn’t very “traditional” to get a ring with black, he thought it fit your relationship just perfectly

— He ended up landing on a white band with a coffin shaped onyx gem in the center with three small diamonds on either side of the coffin shaped stone

— He proposes at the local park after a picnic date once the sun had gone down and he could propose underneath the night sky full of stars

MJF

— Maxwell has expensive taste, so of course he had ended up buying you something beautiful, big, and ridiculously expensive

— He gets you a ring with two rose gold bands, the bottom band scattered evenly with small emeralds and the top band with a large emerald and multiple diamond accents

— Maxwell proposes at a big fancy dinner during dessert, where after words, he feeds you your favorite dessert and keeps making comments on how beautiful you look with a ring

Nick Jackson

— Nick actually bought a ring that was a silver band and a moss agate gem, which he kept tucked away in his dresser for months before he looked at it again and decided it wasn’t good enough

— However, the second ring he would buy had been perfect and he was sure of it this time

— The second one being a silver band with a pear shaped ruby in the center, circle diamonds on either side

— Nick would propose inside the ring of a large venue before a pay-per-view, so you didn’t have to be proposed to in front of thousands of people

[somasbrianrot]

ke again Poly! Elite x wrestler reader where she is in a no DQ match and she brakes her nose like Britt ? love you stores and one-shots

This ones's going to be fun

Nose Problems (Poly! Elite x Wrestler! Reader)

The arena is pumped up as I walk out to my entrance music, raising my arms and listening to the crowd cheer for me, in that moment I felt untouchable, unstoppable, like I was on top of the world.

Ruby Soho didn't think that much and she showed that, I couldn't even finish my entrance before she pounced on to me and started punching me, I fight against her and try shove her off but she's too strong.

for some reason she got off of me, but that's when I felt two pairs of arms wrap around my arms and I struggle, of course Ruby brought Toni and Saraya out.

A sharp pain in my nose brings me out of my thoughts as I let out a blood curdling scream, blood already dripping from my nose, but Ruby keeps going, knee after knee to the face.

the referee soon comes over and splits us up noticing the obnoxious amount of blood and how uncomfortable I seem, Ref Aubrey reaches up to check my nose and I flinch, the ref puts her arms up in an 'X' sign signaling the match to end.

A medical team come from the back, at this point my gear is drenched in my own blood, so is Ruby's, I look over at her and see the guilt on her face, I look up the ramp to see four more figures come down.

Soon the medical staff is being pushed out of the way and through my blurry haze I see a familiar face "Kenny?" "Hey Jewel, just relax, don't waste your energy speaking to me" I just nod and look behind him to see rest of the boys, that is before I black out.

I open my eyes and groan the bright medical lights blinding me, I hiss as I cover my eyes and sit up, my nose had bandages around it, I look around and see the boys with their backs turned to me "Guys?"

"You're awake! we were so worried!" I smile at Nick's worried face "Hey calm down, it was just a broken nose, I've suffered much worse" "But now you wont be able to fight" "Nah, I can just be like Trish Stratus and wear a face mask!" "She's really dedicated to her job" the rest nod and I smile.

"Ow, it hurts to smile" they chuckle "Alright angel face, lets get you out of here" Suddenly Adam hikes me over his shoulder and I squeal, laughing as the boys walk me out

"Who wants ice cream?" "me!" and we get to the car, I don't even know if medical cleared me but hey! free ice cream.

A/N I kind of forgor I had people who actually read my fanfics

[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.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Can you do more Yandere Nick Jackson?

Sure! Here’s a little blurb, if you’d like something else let me know!

Warnings: Yandere, Yandere!nick, Mother!reader, talks of traumatic births, controlling behavior, fear of losing a baby, ‘Matt’s wife’ is a character but she has no resemblance to his actual wife, it’s a complete fictional character for this piece

“Very good!” You praised your daughter as she got something right in her work book. She had just moved up to the first grade work and was struggling with it. “Okay, try this one while I get lunch done,” you pointed to another question before pushing yourself up to your feet. You had to balance yourself carefully due to being almost 9 months pregnant.

Slowly, you waddled your way into the kitchen, opening the back door to let some air in. You loved living in the beach, especially when you were pregnant. Something about the salty sea air made your morning sickness so much better.

You started to make lunch for the kids, a fresh fruit plate with some nuts and chicken, but turned when quick footsteps came running towards you.

“Mama, look!” Your son yelled as he ran into your legs, causing you to grab the counter tightly to keep from falling over.

“Michael Jackson, what have you been told about running in the house?” You tried to pull your son from his spot against your legs so that you could see him, but he stayed put. “Michael, look at me.” You spoke again, trying to pull him out from underneath your pregnant belly. As he continued to fight you started to get irritated. “Michael Nickolas Jackson, so god help me get off my leg!” You snapped, which at first seemed like it was going to work as he took a step back. However, before you could say anything he turned and took off towards the open door.

“Shit- Ella, don’t Move! Stay where you are!” You yelled back at your daughter before you three your shoes off and started to chafe after him.

It was hard to run at all, but the grass was do able. You had a large backyard so hopefully he just needed to get some energy out. You followed behind him u til he got to one spot that made your heart sink. There was a whole in the fence. You had been the one to put it there years ago, and Michael was heading right for it.

“Michael! Don’t you dare!” You yelled back, which sorted him on as he tried to wiggle through. You ran the best you could and just as you were about to grab him he fell through and into the sand underneath it.

You didn’t even think as you yanked the gate open and followed after him. You were definitely pushing your body too far as you ran, your lungs burning from it, but you were too scared to stop. He was running towards the water, what if something happened. You closed your eyes for a second before picking up your pace, and you finally were close enough to reach out and grab him.

He was small, but you were going so fast that the little extra weight threw you both to the ground. You did your best to cushion the fall, keeping Michael and the baby inside you safe, but you all but landed on your stomach.

You painted as you held your son to your chest, trying to calm down. Michael was crying against you, and you started to worry he was hurt too, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up yet. Everything hurt, and you wanted to just lie here forever.

You glanced around your surroundings before a flashing light caught your eye. You looked down and your eyes widened as you realized what was blinking. Your house arrest anklet. You’d left the ‘property’ that had been programmed into it.

“Come on bud, let’s get you inside,” you whispered to your son as you forced yourself up. You’d have to carry him back to the house, which you just knew would be painful, but you didn’t have another option.

______________

Later you were sprawled out on the couch. The kids were in bed, and as much as you wanted to be too, you had to wait for Nick tonight. When you’d gotten back inside your daughter had told you daddy called the landline to ask if everyone was okay and that she had told him brother tried to run away. You were relieved that she had answered, and hoped that was enough.

You checked over Michael, and other then some cuts from the sand he was fine. You however were worried. You weren’t spotting or anything, but you had some pain and just felt like something was wrong. It scared you, you were supposed to have this baby at home just like the others, but what if something was going wrong now?

You were pulled from your thoughts when the front door was unlocked and opened. The door only locked from the outside, so Nick was the only one who opened it. Slowly, you pushed yourself into a sitting position to meet Nick.

“How was your day?” You asked, almost robotic. You knew what he expected you to say when he got home.

“Fine, got some meetings done with Matt and Tony. You know how it is.” And you did. Before any of this you would have been sat in that meeting as well to keep track of notes for Tony Khan. You’d been his secretary, though he called you his second in command for everything you did. You really did miss the job.

“But,” Nick continued. “I don’t think my day was as eventful as yours.” Nick turned to look at you fully, though because he was standing and you were sitting, it made him look huge.

“Michael tried to run.”

“Why was the door open?” You prepared yourself for the onslaught of questions that would attack you now.

“It helps with the nausea.”

“What did you do to make him run?”

“Nothing.”

“Really, nothing?” You fought to not role your eyes at his question. Of course it was your fault, and he wouldn’t stop until you admitted it.

“Yeah, nothing. And he got out of the fence in that damn hole you won’t fix.” You snapped

Nick hesitated, his eyes flickering towards the stairs that led to the kids rooms. “Maybe you should have thought about how dangerous a hole would be when you cut into our fence.”

You started to open your mouth but shut it a second later. This wasn’t going to get you anywhere, you if something more important to fight for.

“I fell when I was chasing him. I need a doctor.”

“Why do you need a doctor, you seem fine.”

“I can feel something is wrong,” you motioned to your large stomach. Nick looked down at your bump for a few seconds before he started to pull his jacket off.

“I can call Matt on the morning, have him send his wife over-“

“I’m serious, something is wrong,” you cut him off, making him hesitate.

“I’ll call now then.”

“No!” Your voice raised as your frustration did too. “I don’t want a fucking midwife over here! I need a doctor!”

“You know no doctors. Besides, she did just fine with the other kids-“

“Just Fine?! To you hear yourself!? Ella came out not breathing and if Michael had been any earlier he would have been dead! I want to know my baby is okay-!” Nick slapped a hand over your mouth and ya led you closer to him.

“Shut. Up. The kids are asleep,” he hissed at you. “Besides, it’s your own damn fault that you can’t have doctors. After what you tried to tell them, the lies about being hurting you, I’m lucky that Matt’s wife was there to explain you ‘condition’ or we would have been fucked.”

Your condition. Because of this damn family your official file said you had early onset dementia. You knew it wasn’t true, and you were sure whatever pill Nick gave you didn’t effect your memory at all, but because it was there, anyone who saw it immediately assumed you were lying and handed you over to Nick. Just like that.1

“I think the pregnancy is getting to you.” Nick said, his voice softening. “Matt’s wife has been learning how to endure labor, we’ll do that tomorrow and get our beautiful baby out, then you’ll have him or her to take care of, how does that sound?”

You tried to shake your head no, you ha don idea what condition your baby was in, and you were terrified of having a baby early after Michael. Nick just shushed you and pulled you into a hug.

“Come on, let’s get some sleep. We need to be rested for tomorrow.”

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

You scared me

Nicholas Jackson X Fem (wrestler) reader

Summary: Y/N scares Nick during her match.

Warnings: Mentions of blood steel cage death match type shit :)

Masterlist

I watched the cage lower from above, the steel shining in the arena. Tonight we would see the TBS championship being defended in a steel cage match. Normally I woudn't think much of a match like this, I was familuar with the cage and I trusted Y/n. However with Adam Copeland breaking his leg in that same cage not even a month ago had me on edge.

"Stop worring Nicky, I'll be fine" Y/n told me reassuringly as she kissed my cheek. "You know you're not supposed to be calling me that, you must call me by my god given name" "Well Nicholas, you know these kinds of matches arn't new for me. Willow and I will go out there and protect each other, you know that" "Just promise me you'll be careful, no stupid moves off the cage" "I promise I will be carefull but I don't know about the other part" Y/n told me playfully, I however did not find her joke funny. "You're out in 30" called one of the members on the production team. I gave Y/n a quick kiss before letting her get into posistion for what would be yet another history making moment in AEW.

"Jesus Christ!" Matthew called out "Did you see that!" Everyone was gathered around to watch the match from a monitor backstage, everyone wanted to see the bloody brawl that was about to take place. I couldn't watch, the sound of the steel chair cracking Y/n's skull made me sick. The blood poured out of her head leaving a puddle in the ring. "Nicholas! Are you even watching?" Matthew asked me "This is kinda hard for me to watch" I told him. "Think about all the stupid things you do that Y/n has to deal with, you should be watching!" He had a point.

I watched as Willow pulled out a large black bag that was wedged between the cage and the ring. My first thought was thumb tacks but I felt my jaw drop when Willow dumped a variety of mouse traps in the ring. "Jesus" I mumbled under my breath. I watched Willow Suplex Y/n into the traps. Some stuck to her skin while others were left with chunks of skin.

The crowd was going nuts, the women were left covered in blood, welts and bruised scattred their skin. They were proving once again that the women can do death matches. Everytime I thought it was over I was shocked by the last minute kick out. My worries had disappeared, I was on the edge of my seat wanting to see what would happen next. Just then I saw Y/n start to make her way up the steel cage and that nervous feeling returned. The arena went scilent as Y/n stood atop of the cage. They watched as Y/n took a few moments to compose herself, talking in the view and how quet everyone had become. They were showing their respect, allowing total concentration for what was about to occur. I watched Y/n execute a perfect corckscrew shooting star press (Pac's black arrow) but to my supprise Willow moved out of the way at the last second. Y/n went crashing hard into the table she had set up. Everyone was in shock with what we just witnessed. Y/n lifeless body lied in the middle of the ring as Willow went for the pin. 1...2....3...

Y/n didn't move a inch as Willow celebrated with her new title in the ring. "She's dead" called out another wrestler. "She's not dead, chill out" Matthew spat but I coudn't help think that maybe she was injured. She hadn't move at all. Medical staff tended to her as I ran towards the entrance way to make sure she was okay. They carried her backstage and I was to greet her. "What the fuck where you thinking" I asked Y/n as I held her tightly in my arms. "Owww" she called out "Sorry, Sorry but like what the fuck Y/n!" "I'm fine, don't worry about me" "You are not fine, you're going to need stitches and you just fell 15 feet to your death. You scared me Y/n!" I told her "I'm sorry I scared you" she told me "Please tell me you won't do something stupid like that again" "No promises"

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑷𝒕. 2

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded twice and looked up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomato” You smirked

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

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

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

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

His words made a soft moan leave your lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, sir. I’m good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[madhatterbri]

Proposal | N.J.

Summary: 6.) Christmas morning proposal

I NEED this with Nick Jackson!

Requested by: Anonymous

Author's Note: We all need him, babe. 😂🤣 Get a number. Also, from my prompts list.

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"She is going to say no," Nick repeated to his older brother for the hundredth time.

The brothers stared at the ring box on the car dash. Y/N's specifications of a perfect ring rested in that box. There was no reason Matt could think of that she would say no. They were so madly in love with each other it was almost sickening.

"She isn't going to say no. The two of you wake up, you give her the scratch off asking her will you marry me, and get down on one knee. She says yes, and then the two of you live happily ever after," Matt spoke. He tried to hide the tension in his voice.

Nick sighed and rubbed his brown hair. His brother was right, of course, but he was so nervous. The thought of no longer waking up next to Y/N frightened him.

Matt turned his head quickly when he saw his front door open. Y/N walked out with some of the gifts from the family. She blended right in with everyone. "She's coming, hide the ring,"

Nick grabbed the ring box and hid it in his pocket. Matt got out of the car.

"Hey, Matt, I just wanted to thank you again for another wonderful time," Y/N gushed. She wrapped an arm around him in a hug. Matt hugged her back.

"No problem at all. See the two of you for New Year's Eve,"

Nick could barely sleep that night. His sleep riddled with nightmares of every horrible outcome. She was going to say no. He knew it. There was no way she could say yes to something so cheesy. Their love of gambling made him think it was a good idea. He hoped it was.

The Christmas morning sunlight peaked through the window. His tired, light eyes watched her. Her face scrunched from the invading sun. Soon, she woke up and looked at him.

"Merry Christmas, handsome. You are up early," she commented. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is wonderful, babe," he answered. He gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Want to skip breakfast and open the gifts first?"

Y/N chuckled sleepily. "You are worse than the kids, but if you want to I am down,"

Nick smirked. "Perfect,"

In no time at all, wrapping paper littered the floors. Stockings were now void of any presents. The ring was still left in their room. It was now or never. If Y/N went to Matt's New Years Eve party without a ring, he'd rag on him forever.

"Hey, I think I left one of your gifts in the room. I'll be right back," Nick told her. He rushed off before she could see how nervous he was.

"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast," she called back.

Nick scurried to the bedroom. He grabbed the scratch off and placed the ring box in his pocket.

"Jesus, please let her say yes," he mumbled. With one last deep breath, he walked out to the kitchen.

"Hey beautiful, I managed to pick you up a scratch off," he informed her.

Y/N lowered the temperature to one of the burners. "A scratch off?"

A smile broke out on her face when she saw it. She grabbed the card from his hand. "Let's hope this turns out to be something good,"

"I hope so," Nick muttered.

Y/N rummaged through her purse for a coin. She managed to grab a penny at the bottom. Nick watched carefully as she scratched the left side of the card.

"Would you look at those three coins in a row. It's so strange it doesn't tell you the prize unless you scratch the right box," Y/N pointed out. She showed him the card as if he didn't already know what the other box said.

"Scratch it and see. Congratulations on the winning, babe,"

Y/N smiled and started to scratch the box while looking at him. "I am already a winner. I have you,"

She turned her head to see her prize.

Will You

💍

Marry Me?

"Um, Nick, I think... I think there is something with this," she stopped. Nick was before her on one knee. The ring box in his hand. The ring she expressed to her liking nestled inside.

"Will you marry me, Y/N?" He asked nervously.

"Of course I will," she practically screeched at him. Nick sighed in relief. He grabbed her left hand. The ring slid perfectly onto her ring finger. "I love you, Y/N,"

"I love you so much, Nick," she told him. Tears running down her cheeks.

Matt sat on his couch contently. The kids were playing with their new gifts. He won major husband brownie points for the gifts he bought his wife. Life was certainly good. His phone went off, signaling a text message. The message came with an attachment.

When he opened the message, a picture of Nick and Y/N appeared. Their foreheads pressed together. Y/N's face flushed and eyes watery as if she had been crying. Her hand was placed on his cheek. The ring on her finger.

Three little words appeared under the image.

She said yes.

[daddyhausen]

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

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x nick jackson

{ genre } — smut

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

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

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

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

c – cum – { anything to do with cum }

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

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

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

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

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

f – favourite position – { this goes without saying }

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

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

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

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

he’d either be trimmed or clean shaven

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

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

j – jerk off – { masturbation head cannon }

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

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

switch

mommy/daddy kink

pegging

breeding

religion kink

corruption

spitting

praise

degradation

spanking/mild impact play

voyeurism

biting

gags

female-led relationship

cuckholding

choking

outdoor/public sex

auralism/sound play

edging

orgasm control/forced orgasms

l – location – { favourite places to have sex }

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

m – motivation – { what turns them on? }

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

w – wildcard – { random headcannon }

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

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

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

“looks like you’re coming with me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

I Still Get Jealous

Pairing: Nick Jackson x wife!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Angst

Word count: 4,023

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

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: rihannaproctor14 on Wattpad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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