#matt Jackson imagine

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Imposter Syndrome

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

Pairings: Matthew Jackson x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt never cusses…at least until now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[daddyhausen]

commission 2/4 for @ospreayelite

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

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x matt jackson

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no, my sweet girl. you did so well”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“should make you cum like that more often”

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AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Summary: AEW Wrestlers (Ft. Zack Sabre Jr and Nic Nemeth) reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Wrestlers mentioned: Kenny Omega, Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Jay White, Zack Sabre Jr, Nic Nemeth and Samoa Joe

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

It wasn't a secret that Kenny didn't want kids

He didn't even want a long term relationship as he claimed he wanted to be 100% focused on wrestling.

That was until he met you, he was instanly headover heels in love with you. Yet his opinion on children never changed

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

You didn't know how Kenny would react to the news.

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

He would talk to your growing bump and fall asleep listing to the baby's heart beat

Kenny is such a girl dad, he would be the best father

Of course his daughter would come out with Kenny's gorgous curls

Nick Jackson

When Nick found out you were pregnant he was in pure shock

The two of you always wanted children but it never seemed to work out

When you unexpectedly found out when you were pregnant you coudn't wait to tell Nick, knowing how happy he would be

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

He would'nt let you lift a finger, he would take such good care of you. He's such a sweetheart!

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

When Matt thought you were messing with him when you told him you were pregant. He thought you were playing a joke, although there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Not because you were pregnant but because you were just pregnant a few months ago. He was more confused on how you were already pregnant again.

Matt would definitely keep you locked away at home constany pregnant. I know he only has two kids but I know he definitely wanted like six.

He would show you off, he was so proud of creating a life with you

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

You couldn't believe you were pregant, you were so young

Jay had just taken over bullet club, this was no time to be having a child

Jay had to find out the hard way that you were pregant because you thought it would be easier to hide it from him

When you confessed you were pregnant he was shocked on why you were so upset about it.

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

Although young Jay (Jay without the beard) was not the best father he sure did try his best.

He loved playing with his son, the two of them were best friends and looked identical

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

When Zack found out you were pregnant he was confused, almost like he wasn't sure how the two of you could have possibly made a baby when he damm well knew how you made a baby.

Zack would be the paranoid dad

He would read every parenting book to make sure he was doind everything right

He would love that child to death and protect the hell out of them

At times it was like Zack was also pregnant because he swore he was getting your pregnancy symtoms

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

Zack is the dad who would be holding three cameras all at diffrent angles to get the perfect shot of your kids christmas concert

He would play with your kid for hours outside and whever you went out it was like he was preparing for a zombie apocalypse

The man carried everyting needed to preform open heart sugery on him at all times, it was almost concerining

Nic Nemeth

Nic always wanted to be a father but he accepted early on it just simply wasn't going to happen

Relationships just never seemed to work out for him, that was until he ran into you one day. And I mean ran into you. Nic had physically run into you at a show one day.

From the moment he saw you he fell in love, you were the girl of his dreams and he knew he couldn't mess this relationship up

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

When you told him you were pregnant it was the best day of his life

He coudn't wait to be a father! The thought of being a older dad never bothred Nic, he was just happy he could finally do the one thing he wanted most

He would build you a beautiful nursary and love that child so much

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

If someone even dared to look in your direction he would go into attack mode, he was exteemly overprotective in the best way possible

Joe would cater to your every need, going to get everything you were craving. Even if it was in the middle of the night.

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

He would probbaly eat all of your cravings with you so you didn't feel alone

He would confort you during all of your emotional outbirsts and show you so much love

This man's love language is acts of service and physical touch to you know he won't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

[coleskingdom]

Master List

Who I write for:

Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

Anti hero

Neglected

Need

Adam Squared ( Adam Page and Adam Cole)

Overheard

Hangman Adam Page

Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Consequences

What Was

Summertime

Buckles

Jay White

Mine Mine Pt 2 Mine Pt 3 Mine Pt 4 Mine Pt 5Mine Pt. 6 Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Hall Pass

Cold

Care

Not My Blood

Lifetimes

K

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

Pictures

Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

Handsy

Lost in Translation

Requests are open

[coolbeansawrestlingblog]

Baby, I'm Paranoid

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

No warnings here, just accustions of cheating and paranoia.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Matt I-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Matt, only you."

"I know Princess."

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Tear in My Heart: The Meeting

Pairing: Single Dad!Matt Jackson x Teacher!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,192

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

Warnings: None

Requested by: @mrsmatt

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

Part 2: The School Play

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Gif is not mine. Credit to the owner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[dirtywrestling]

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

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, Nothing really

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think we scarred him?" You teased.

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

[cowboywritersworld]

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

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

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Matthew Jackson Masterlist

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

Characters: Matthew Jackson, Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[grayson-baller]

could you do 6 on the kink list with Matt Jackson please?

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 871

pairing: fem!reader & Matt Jackson

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tags: @bungleinthe-jungle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @wickedval @cosmoholic13

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kink:

6 - shower sex

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Steam filled the hotel bathroom as the hot water sprayed down, soothing your aching muscles. You had been sore, hours of strenuous activity mixed with the various positions your body had been in over the weekend.

When your husband told you that you were going on a beach vacation, you expected to spend some time by the water, and do some sight-seeing. So far, you had barely left your hotel room.

Not that you were complaining. Beaches were crowded, sand got everywhere. You had the man you loved naked almost all the time, in bed with you. Hours of sex were followed by laughter, snacking on food ordered from room service, before snuggling in bed and watching bad movies on cable.

It was relaxing—like vacation was supposed to be. Nights felt so starry here with him. Everything was brighter. You realized how much you liked being away with him, not thinking about work. You two never had a chance to get away before. Your honeymoon had been driving an hour away to a nice hotel on a Saturday night. By Monday, you both were back on the road.

It was okay—because this was your dream. You two had been over this shared dream, and it connected you over the years. You bonded over your dreams, and the sacrifices it took to achieve them. You understood the cost, just as he did. If anything, sharing this with him had helped make your relationship stronger.

From the start, Matt got it. The night you met him was your first night back in nine months. Your surgically repaired knee was braced, nerves settling in your stomach. Despite being a stranger, Matt had offered you a pep-talk. It had been enough to calm you, allowing you to step through the curtains, walking down to the ramp.

You won that night. Hearing the cheers from the crowd as your arm was raised was an amazing feeling. You had rushed to the back, looking for him. You’d never forget the bright smile on his face as he congratulated you, making you feel more badass then you probably were.

You left the arena with his number in your phone and plans to grab dinner together the following night.

“Mmm,” his low voice mused as you ran your hand over the glass of the shower to clear away some of the fog. “Wondered where you snuck off to this morning.” His voice mixed with sleepiness, the low tone settling between your wet thighs, a new kind of wetness forming.

He was naked, and through the shower door you could clearly see how hard he was. You instantly licked your lips at the sight. He instantly caught your glaze, chuckle leaving him.

“Are you hungry for a taste, petal?” Matt questioned, hand grabbing his cock. “Filthy girl, ain’t you? My filthy little wife spent all last night with her walls stretching around my cock until I filled your pink pussy full of my cum—so fucking full that it dripped down your legs. Doesn’t matter though, huh? You want more.”

You bit down on your lip, nodding slowly. Your hand was pressed against the glass, moments away from flinging open the door.

“Yeah, I thought so. You love my cock.” He gave himself a few lazy strokes, strained groan leaving him. You whimpered at the sound, wanting to be the one he was groaning for. You wanted to be the one bringing him pleasure. “My filthy girl loves my cock. Love having your hands wrapped around it. Love it when it’s stretching that perfect pussy of yours, huh.”

He chuckled, giving himself another stroke. Your hands ran over your body, slipping between your legs as you circled your clit with your thumb.

“Hell, you even love it when my cock is stretching your ass.” He took a step towards the shower, opening it up. He stepped inside, instantly grabbing you as he backed against the wall. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. “I know you, petal. You also love my cock in pretty mouth of yours, huh? Bet your drooling for a taste right now.”

Fuck. He was right about that. He knew you—inside and out. The good, the bad, the ugly. You were an open book for him, with no secrets between you. Not that you were complaining, you knew him too.

You leaned down, ready to get down on your knees for a taste. He grabbed you, shaking his head as he pressed you back against the wall.

“I know you want a taste, petal, but I’m not quite sure I want to give you what you want.” He chuckled, reaching between your legs to swat your hand away. He swiped through your folds, gathering wetness on your fingers.

He brought his hand to his lips, licking your slick off his fingers. “So fucking good, baby.” He praised, leaning forward to kiss you. “I’m feeling awfully greedy, petal.” He lowered himself to his knees, pressing a kiss to your hip. He parted your folds, tongue finding your clit.

You moaned, head tilting against the wall of the shower.

“Brace yourself, petal. I’m feeling awfully hungry and not stopping until I’ve had my full.”

[dirtywresling102]

I need something, ANYTHING with Matt Jackson. Could you do Matt x f! Plus size Reader? Maybe they met when Matt was being dumped by the girl he thought he was going to marry. They became like best friends, but have now fallen in love with one another but are scared of the other’s reaction. Maybe she doesn’t think love is in her future ever, no matter how she feels about Matt. Thanks!!

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Heartbreak.

Imagines: Open

*I gotchu Anon! Also this gif of Matt is ADORABLEE!*

"Bro, I'm never going to find someone." You sighed kicking a rock that was in your path, you watched it skip down the street a few feet only for it to hit the curb and spin to a stop.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't be like that. There's a lot of guys out there waiting to meet you." Your best friend, Matt Jackson nudged his shoulder against you to cheer you up.

"I don't know." You mumbled. When you heard your best friend was back in town from wrestling all over the states you instantly text him to hang where he gave you a call and said why not now? So, here you were almost two in the morning. The streets were quiet, no one was in sight and the street lights buzzed up above you. "I'm a little bit heavier if you haven't noticed." You pointed out.

"You know, you could be like me." Matt chuckled awkwardly. "About to marry the person you've been with for nearly a decade only to find out that they were cheating half the time."

It grew silent as you both walked side by side. You never knew what to say when that topic was brought up. "But someone amazing did come into my life during that time."

Your head snapped towards Matt who was grinning at you, his beard covering his cheeks. You couldn't help but to blush and look down. "I'm glad that I arrived at the right moment."

The both of you continued to walk towards your apartment. Your eyes kept darting towards Matt's hand hanging by your side, swaying with each step. Cold sweats broke out as you thought about holding his hand, your heart raced. What if he pulled it away in disgust or what if he doesn't feel the same?

As you fought with yourself in your mind, Matt too was fighting with himself to kiss you once at your front door.

Walking up the steps to your apartment you both stopped in front of each other. "Well, this is my stop." You looked up at the porch light, moths flying around the little heated lamp.

Matt nodded, watching you reach for the door knob. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" You answered quickly, eyes sparkling.

You could see Matt's adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. "Have a nice night."

[missprincesse345]

Evp!Matt Jackson x Secret wife Reader

Summary: For some reason Matt has been in a very foul mood most of the day & no one knows what or why has him moodier than normal?, But nick has a gut feeling which leads to an interesting & shocking interaction between the Older Jackson sibling & the roster’s Sunshine?

Y/n’s ring name: Bambi tricks

Y/n’s face claim:

Let’s begin!!❤️❤️😈

• “ Okay what’s going on with him?” Jack asked walking into the locker room where nick,okada,Kenny and hangman were chilling out minus a moody Matt Jackson who was in a worse mood than usual when he was annoyed, ever since Matt woke up this morning he’s been more snappy and snarky than he usually was which was odd.

“ don’t know just as confused as you” Kenny shrugs as the others agreed “ maybe he didn’t get his hands on the new pair Air Forces or something my brothers just being bitchy as always he’ll be fine” nick said brushing it off living & traveling with Matt for this long he’s gotten used to Matt’s antics, but throughout the day he just got more snappy which led to yelling at everyone even arguments over small ridiculous things what the actual heck was going on ? “ nick…man you got to talk to Matt and fix whatever is bothering him” daddy magic said pulling him to the side.

Nick sighed knowing he had to before things got worse “ I will…I will”

Time skip to the rampage

• As nick was coming back from checking over promo pictures for the upcoming ppv he heard Matt yelling and from what he can hear it sounds like the other voice belongs to Roderick strong “ Damn it matt..” he muttered running over to where the issue was going on after hearing a chair crash, eventually he found the source of where the yelling was coming from which was over by catering taking in the scene before him “ you stupid prick!!! The only reason you’re relevant is because of us!!! We built this company!!!” Matt snapped eyes flaming with anger while being held back by kenny,jack and hangman.

Meanwhile Roderick was being held back taven & Bennett “ At least I have a woman to go home to!! Any woman would be dumb wanting to be with you!!!” That’s when a light bulb went off Nick finally figured out what was going on with Matt. Quickly he intervened and shot Roderick a death glare that even make the devil shiver “ don’t the two of you move…” he said sternly knowing that he didn’t have to turn around knowing Matt was still silently fuming, Nick walked away pulling out his phone to call someone “ who’s he about to call?” Jack said looking at the others who just shrugged just as clueless.

Y/n’s outfit:

45 minutes later…

• After Nick made the mysterious phone he and set mystery person walked back to catering where Matt and Roderick were still going at it making the mystery person laugh at Matt’s furious state nick and her both knowing she was the only person to calm Matt down, stepping forward heels clicking she made herself known “ Matt!!!” She yelled over the caos.

His eyes immediately soften and his voice cuts out as he stares at the mystery woman who was giggling at him “ y/n… hey baby” Matt said immediately smiling walking over to her while everyone except Nick watches with jaws on the floor, yep Matt didn’t stutter he meant what he said y/n was Aew’s sunshine that always made everyone around her happy or defuse situations no matter how crazy not to mention former Aew women’s champion with a title reign of 2,834 days. But to Matt she was his beautiful ebony goddess who’s currently pregnant with their first child “ hi” she replied kissing him back missing her husband “ are you okay ? Nick told me you were moody all day” she said rubbing his chest meanwhile everyone was trying to process the scene in front of them.

• “ Okay what the hell?! Since when were you guys a thing?” Kenny said finally recovering from shock as everyone look at the couple in curiosity meanwhile Nick smirks “ 12 years” y/n says proudly and it’s true during the elite’s new japan & roh days matt met y/n when she was a wrestler in stardom “ she’s my little chocolate drop and she’s been through everything with me” Matt chuckled looking down at her smiling softly as she blushed at the nickname while rubbing her bump. “ soon a family of three with our little princess on the way” she giggled her wedding ring glittering “ you’re engaged?!” Jack said “ married actually have been for eight years” y/n giggles, everyone couldn’t believe that the company’s sunshine an matt where married let alone husband & wife impressed by how well they were able to keep it hidden.

• "'Come on" Y/n whispers grabbing his hand and drag him back into his private locker room She giggles as he pulls her into his lap behind closed doors matt was extremely affectionate. "What's wrong bubbas?” She asked softly while running her fingers through his hair as he just burries his face in the crook of y/n’s neck her natural smell of coconut & vanilla filling his nostrils.

"I missed you" he mumbles, a small smile now on her face giggling at her husbands clingy behavior

"I was only gone for three days visiting my parents remember?” She laughed replying as he pulls back looking at y/n with his boo boo eyes

"Yeah and it was fúcking torture" he whispers while pouting pulling her even straight into his lap so he can bury his face in between her breast or as he likes to call them his special pillow, y/n smiles softly sure her husband could be a prick at times but when it’s just the two of them nothing else mattered.

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Queenbambi_34 Goodnight from the sunshine and evp… soon to be a family of 3 ❤️❤️

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

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

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

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

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

*Written in Matt’s POV*

“Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo

Com sabor de fruta mordida…”

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

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

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

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

“Ser teu pão, ser tua comida

Todo amor que houver nessa vida…”

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

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

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

“E ser artista no nosso convívio

Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia

Pra poesia que a gente nem vive

Transformar o tédio em melodia…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Todo amor que houver nessa vida.

E algum remédio que me dê alegria”

“Oh yeah?” She teased, “Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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[daddyhausen]

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{ warnings } — mentions of anxiety

{ word count } — 403

{ pairing } — fem!reader x the elite + hangman adam page

{ genre } — fluff

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the boys knew every detail about you

the things you loved and hated

your fears and worries

even down to your music taste and favourite foods

you told them everything

they were your rocks, so to speak

which in all seemed off the them when you’d secluded yourself in your hotel room for the past two days

only appearing when you needed to travel or do a tv taping

nick was the first to notice your odd behaviour, keeping a close eye on you for the time being

thinking that it was nothing more than an off day for you

soon matt and kenny caught on as well did hangman

the four of them seemingly perplexed as to why you’re ignoring them

“sweetheart…it’s us” matt’s knuckles softly rapped against the door

the door of them stood awkwardly in the hallway, awaiting a response

“c’mon darlin’ we just wanna talk…we’re worried about you” adam’s voice gently called out amongst the silence

the four of them eagerly pressing their ears up against the door still waiting for a response

audible sighs left their lips as you quietly muttered that the door was unlocked

they took notice of you, amongst the darkness, laying facing away from them on the bed

they joined you, kenny sitting by your head, resting it upon his lap

adam sat opposite your, a worried gaze held in his cornflower blues

matt and nick sat by your feet, the brothers remained silent for the moment

“what’s the matter, princess? you’ve been so distant lately”

kenny’s fingers gently combed through your hair

“i-i don’t know…” you began, feeling your throat grow tight with sobs

“i’m just so anxious. i can’t sleep, i can’t think…and i don’t know why!”

you pulled yourself up, sobbing into kenny’s shoulder

“i’m sorry i kept avoiding you-“

“no, no hun. don’t apologise” nick cut you off albeit unintentionally.

“we love you and we just want to help you through this, okay” the younger buck wrapped an arm around your shoulder

“you can tell us anything…y’know that right?” matt interjected

you gave a small nod in response as kenny placed a sweet kiss to your forehead

“and we’ll always be here to listen. no matter how long” kenny gave a tight squeeze to your should in reassurance

adam cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping away stray tears

“now…dry those tears, no more cryin’. let us see that pretty smile”

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Tumblr Girls

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

Matt Jackson X fem Reader

Main Masterlist Matt Jackson Masterlist

Word count: 515

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

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

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

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

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

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

[coleskingdom]

Sunday Funday

Matt Jackson x F reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

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

GIF from @ cowboyshit

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

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

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

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

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

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

[youngbuckisms]

Genderfluid!Matt Jackson; headcanon list

Warnings: Just some gender identity crisis

Notes: I lost the ask for it, but this is for the anon who asked for some genderfluid Matt Jackson headcanons. I love doing ones like this since I am trans myself, so if you want to request anything like this, don’t hesitate. Also Matt will use he/she/they pronouns in this, so pronouns will change throughout. I hope you enjoy!

— Discovering himself was a rather long journey, a lot of trial and error over the course of what Matt would claim to be roughly a year ( though he supposed it could also be described by his entire life if you really wanted to put it that way. )

— Admittedly, it was difficult to find what fit, as far as pronouns and identity, but she had a lot of support and reassurance from The Elite that made everything easier. Though, Matt typically ran to Nick for anything related to her identity crisis.

— But Matt found theirself, getting this comfort in finally knowing how they felt and what made him feel good.

— The Elite did their best, of course, being sure to switch between Matt’s pronouns as much as they could remember. Adam had the hardest time with it, while Kenny had the easiest like it was just second nature.

— Matt wears a multitude of different outfits. Sometimes he can be seen wearing a pretty skirt and crop top, with his hair did up all pretty. Other times Matt is in sweatpants and a t shirt. Sometimes he would steal Nick’s clothes because, according to Matt, the majority of Nick’s clothing choices are very androgynous.

— Matt does very minimal makeup, when she bothers wearing it. Mascara, some eyeliner, and a light lip tint are good enough for her. But she does want to practice and get better, so sometimes she does Nick’s makeup to make him pretty — he never minds, he likes feeling pretty, although he does hate any makeup around his eyes so Matt has to practice on herself for that one.

— All terms are good terms in Matt’s book. Boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, brother, sister, sibling, husband, wife. Whatever you want to call them is perfectly fine with them. Though they will admit, hearing anything not typically heard is their favorite.

— He never really “came out” to the fans. People on BTE just used all his pronouns, he gradually began wearing all his different type of outfits, and he even wore these cute pronoun earrings with he/him on one ear and she/her on the other. People caught on quick enough, even with Matt dodging the majority of questions.

— Matt keeps up a rather masculine appearance on television, but will occasionally wear a fishnet shirt or crop top to the ring. She does hope one day to have enough courage to wear whatever she wants on tv, but for now, backstage and on BTE is plenty for Matt.