#matthew jackson fanfiction

[madhatterbri]

Look At Me | M.J.

Summary: "You look at me when I'm talking to you," 18+.

Author's Note: My mind went places. I'm just a girl. 😂 We will file this under things that should have stayed in my head. There is no part 2.

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy

The bedroom television before Matt and Y/N turned off. A blush flushed her cheeks. Now that he saw her favorite moment at Blood and Guts, she was embarrassed to have shown him. It wasn't the wrestling or the blood. It was a specific saying he told Hangman.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you? That was your favorite part?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and nodded. The room temperature resembled that of the sun's surface. It was the aggression on how he spoke to Hangman. She needed that from him badly. "I want you to tell me that when well when we,"

"What's stopping us now?" Matt asked.

She licked her lips. Words wanted to spill out, yet she couldn't find what to say. When no words formed, she kissed him.

Their bodies pressed together as they sat on the bed. His hand finds its way to her cheek. Eyes closed, they are only going by instinct. Once they pull apart, they can see the desire in the other's eyes.

Matt pushes Y/N to lay back on the bed. He hovers over her. Kisses are peppered from her lips to her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt. "I'm so lucky to have you,"

The Young Buck takes off his own shirt. Y/N doesn't shy away from taking his muscular body in. Her hand wraps around his neck and pulls him in for another kiss. His fingers find their way to the front of her bra. He unclasps her bra.

"I want you," Y/N admitted.

He removed her shorts and underwear. Her stomach filled with butterflies at his gaze. The love in his eyes matched nothing she had ever seen before. Without saying anything, he always knew how to make her feel beautiful.

Y/N gasped as skilled fingers worked her. The room filled with the sounds of her pleasure. Just before she came undone, he stopped. "Get on your hands and knees,"

Without hesitation, she followed his orders. With no shame, she watched as he undressed. The bed dipped behind her. Matt positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and thrusted.

Matt panted and enjoyed the feel of his walls clenching around him. When she lost patience with his slow demeanor, Y/N pushed back into him. He held her hips tighter to keep her in place. "Patience,"

"Matt, please," she whined and bit her lip. Her face buried in the mattress below her. Her boyfriend took pity on her and continued. The thrusts were slow and shallow. He was fishing for a reaction out of her.

"You seem frustrated. Tell me what you want," he informed her. She could feel him smiling behind her.

With her face buried in the mattress, she felt her cheeks flush. "Please,"

"I don't know," he stopped. "You look at me when I'm talking to you,"

Y/N felt herself clench around him. The demand in his voice woke something inside of her. She swallowed and raised her head. She stopped the moment she saw his reflection in the mirror.

His gaze was intense. Chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. Matt's normal amused expression was lost. She didn't dare loom away from the mirror. The risk wasn't worth the reward.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

She licked her dry lips. Embarrassed, yet needy, she caved to his demand. "I need more, Matt, oh,"

He didn't waste a second. Their skin slapped together. Pleasured sounds coming from the both of them. Matt rubbed his hand down her waist to the front of her. His thumb worked her clit.

He watched in amusement as her back arched. She gripped the sheets under her tightly. Her lips parted to call out his name. "Ma...Matt!"

Her legs jerked under her. Eyes rolled to the back of her head, the orgasm washed over her. Matt continued his pace through it. His thrusts started to get messy. Soon, he pushed himself to the brim and came. He panted and waited to catch his breath.

Once they were both level-headed, he pulled out of her. They cuddled in bed, basking in the after glow of what just took place. He held her close to him. Her head rested on his chest.

"Maybe we should watch some more old shows to see if anything else gets you wound up too," he teased.

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

EVP MATTHEW JACKSON (18+)

warnings: p in v. Oral (m receiving). Power dynamics, reader works for EVP Matthew Jackson.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who hires you to be his personal assistant, even though he doesn't need one. He just saw you one day, and decided he wanted you to work for him.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who tells you that he has a dress code, skirt, blouse and heels at all times. You don't mind because you need this job.

EVP Matthew Jackson: He works late, and makes you stay late. That is one of his many rules. When he works, you work.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who insists on being called Mr Jackson. Every time you say it, he feels his cock twitch in his pants.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who starts to "accidentally" drop different items on the floor, and having you pick them up. What you don't see is him palming his hardening cock through his pants.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who told you to go home one evening, as he will be staying much later than he intended, and decided that this once you could go home early, but you forgot your purse and came back to grab it.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who knew you would forget something, as you always did and made sure to be as loud as possible as he jerked himself off at his desk, moaning your name.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who could see your shadow from under the door as you watched him cum all over his stomach to thinking about you.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who enjoyed the way how you averted your gaze the next day, but he needed you.

EVP Matthew Jackson: He called you into his office. "I know you came back last night, and I know you saw everything." You tried to deny it, but he just held up his hand, making you quiet. "You're fired."

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who knew you needed this job, and you started to get upset, begging to keep this job. That you would do anything to keep it.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who had you right where he wanted you. You were desperate to keep this job, so he had you on your knees, blouse open, with your lips around his cock.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who was fucking your throat, calling you all sorts of degrading names, which right to you core, making you moan around his cock.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who grunted your name as he came. His cum filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who had you come to his office every day to suck him off. Everyday, you would walk into his office for 12:30 and walk out with your hair a mess, and his cum on your lips.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who one day after fucking your face, had you lay back on his desk, moving your soaked panties to the side, and slamming his cock into you.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who fucked you so hard and so rough, that his desk was scraping across the floor, but neither of you cared. Not when he was fucking you so good, and your brain was turning to mush.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who fucked you through your orgasm, which had you screaming out "MR. JACKSON." Knowing his colleagues could hear that, seemed to turn him feral.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who came inside of your fluttering pussy, not caring at that moment if you were on birth control or not.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who pulled out of you, and fell back into his chair, and watched as your combined juices leaked out onto what only he could assume was some important paperwork he had to sign.

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who fixed himself up quickly, and just looked at you as you tried to fix yourself up. "I have a 2:30 meeting. I do not wish to be disturbed, unless I call upon you."

EVP Matthew Jackson: Who was already forming a plan to have you be the this meeting's entertainment. He just knows how his fellow EVPs have been looking at you.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @madhatterbri @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @crowleysqueenofhell

[paradox-valleyy]

Lost and Found

Pre-Canon rdr 2 x Teen!fem!oc

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Taglist: @photo1030

Word count: 3,8k

Notes: “It’s scary trusting people”

A week had slipped by since Jolene walked out to the ranch with Sister Amelia. The Sister’s words had drifted in and out of her mind, but Jolene didn’t think much of them—this wasn’t her first visit to the church, after all. Reverend Thomas was a kind man, if a little odd in her eyes. He was generous to a fault, which she supposed was expected of a pastor, but there was something about him she couldn’t quite place. It left her uncertain, like the man didn’t fit neatly into her idea of people.

Jolene had been in this town for about seven months now, ever since she left her old town and a friendly couple had offered her a ride. She’d traveled with them for a few days, but when the outlines of a new town appeared on the horizon, she’d thanked them, jumped down, and set off alone. This town had a quiet charm���some people were pleasant enough, and most didn’t pay her any mind. But not everyone was easy to overlook. The Sheriff, for one, was a thorn in her side, always patrolling with a watchful eye that made Jolene feel like she stood out more than she wanted to. And then there was Mr. Finch, a man whose mere presence could steal the warmth from the sun. She’d only seen him up close twice: once with his wife, heavily pregnant as they entered the doctor’s office half a year back, and another time leaving the church just a few weeks ago. Jolene wouldn’t dream of lifting anything off a man like that; the consequences alone were enough to keep her at bay.

Now she sat in the cool shade of a narrow alley, nestled between Johnson’s shop and the saloon, working on her latest attempt at whittling. She’d borrowed a small knife and was trying to carve a wooden bear, though it looked more like a lumpy oval topped with a circle than anything resembling an animal. Still, she was focused, letting the shadowed alley shield her from the blistering Western sun as she chipped away, one small flake of wood at a time.

Jolene had worked at her little wooden bear for a while but eventually grew bored. After two hours, it looked a bit more bear-like, though hardly a masterpiece. Still, she nodded at her rough carving, then winced as she stood, her backside sore from sitting on the hard ground for so long. As she stepped out of the alley, she wandered up the porch of Johnson’s shop, leaving the wooden bear and the borrowed knife on the outer windowsill with a faint hint of satisfaction.

With the afternoon stretching lazily before her, Jolene headed toward the town’s outskirts, wondering how best to spend the hours until sunset, when she’d go to the saloon to gather her coins. It wasn’t much, but she’d learned how to sneak a few from the pockets of the saloon girls and sometimes had enough for a warm meal from the bar. Her stomach growled as she thought about it. Pickings had been slim lately—people had gotten to know her, and now, at the sight of her, their hands instinctively guarded their pockets.

Leaving the dusty roads behind, she followed the familiar path that led out of town, weaving along the riverbank and into the cool shelter of the woods. She considered visiting the ranch but knew it was too far to make it there and back in time to reach the saloon before dark. So instead, she trotted along the pathway , grateful for the damp, shaded air as it warded off the day’s relentless heat. Her mind wandered as she walked, lost in idle thoughts. Her hair had grown long enough to curl at the nape of her neck, and she’d grown a bit taller, though she still hadn’t filled out much. For now, her slim build kept her boyish-looking, but she knew that wouldn’t last forever.

Wandering off the trail, she spotted a large fallen tree. The trunk was thick, almost chest-high, and curiosity got the better of her. She scrambled up, struggling for a moment but managing to hoist herself on top. She tried to sit astride it as if riding a horse, but the trunk was too wide, so she simply stood, looking around with a newfound sense of height.

That’s when she noticed smoke rising in the distance. Jolene’s curiosity sparked to life, and she jumped down, moving toward the source of the fire with caution. As she drew closer, she slowed, pressing herself against a tree, listening intently. Voices drifted faintly from between the trees—several people by the sound of it. Her heartbeat quickened as she hesitated, wondering if she should risk it. A gathering like this could mean trouble, and she didn’t fancy getting caught up in it. After a few tense moments, she decided it was best to turn back. Life had finally settled into some kind of balance, and she didn’t want to tempt fate now.

By the time Jolene reached town, the sky had deepened into shades of light purple and orange, casting long shadows across the dusty streets. She strolled into the saloon, which was still quiet in the early evening, only a few regulars and a couple of travelers scattered across the tables. Jolene made her way toward a group of saloon girls lounging near the back, exchanging glances and laughter as they prepared for a long night ahead.

One of the women spotted her immediately. “Hey, Joel,” she called out, her voice smooth and teasing. “What brings you in here so early?”

Jolene grinned, letting a hint of her boyish charm play across her face. “Aw, nothin’ much,” she drawled, with a slight shrug. “Starvin’ out there on the streets, y’know how it is. But one look at you fine ladies, and I reckon I’m better fed than if I had a whole bowl of stew.” She winked, earning herself a few chuckles from the women. She’d picked up the knack for charm, a little trick she’d learned to keep folks from looking too close.

One of them sighed with a smile, reaching into her pocket. “You’re a good kid, Joel. Here, don’t go hungry,” she said, pressing a few coins into her hand. Another one tossed in a couple more, shaking her head in amusement.

“Well, ain’t you all too kind?” Jolene replied, her grin widening. “Much obliged, and good luck tonight, ladies.”

She sauntered over to the bar, where the barkeep was watching her with a smirk, having overheard the exchange. “You sure got a way with those ladies, Joel,” he joked, wiping down a glass.

Jolene shrugged, feigning confidence. “Only natural,” she said, tipping her nonexistent hat in mock swagger. “I’ll grow up a real lady’s man, mark my words.”

The barkeep chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, the stew ain’t quite ready yet,” he said. “If you’re lookin’ for somethin’ hot, you’ll have to sit tight for a spell.”

Jolene sighed, glancing around the room. “Fine, I’ll come by later” she muttered, preparing to wander back toward the door.

But as she turned, the barkeep called out to her, his voice shifting from friendly to firm. “And, Joel—listen here. I don’t want no more of your funny business in my saloon. You’re scarin’ off good customers with all that foolin’ around.”

Jolene rolled her eyes, then turned to face him with a half-smile, raising her hand in a playful salute. “Got it, sir. No trouble from me,” she replied, starting to back away.

Just as she turned toward the exit, she collided with something solid—a wall of muscle, by the feel of it. She stumbled back, glancing up at the man she’d just bumped into. He was tall, with light brown hair and a rough stubble lining his jaw, and the faintest scowl etched on his face. She recognized him instantly—the same man she’d seen with his buddy at Johnson’s shop last week.

“Sorry, mister,” she said quickly, forcing a respectful tone.

The man gave her a once-over, then tipped his hat just slightly, though his gaze was sharp. “Just watch where you’re goin’, kid,” he said, his voice a low rumble, before stepping past her toward the bar.

Jolene nodded, letting him move on before she quietly slipped out the saloon door, a bit relieved to be in the evening air again. She made a mental note to keep her head low around him from now on—she’d seen that look in a man’s eyes before, and it didn’t belong to the friendly type.

Jolene was on her way to Johnson’s, half-hoping he might be in one of his rare generous moods and toss her a peppermint or a caramel. She knew it was unlikely, but she’d grown used to small hopes, and Johnson’s treats had a way of making the day feel a bit sweeter, however briefly.

But her thoughts were broken by a scream that sliced through the air. She jerked her head toward the doctor’s office just in time to see Dr. Abery stumbling out, his face ashen, his eyes wild.

“A damn shame!” he cried, voice nearly cracking. “Who in their right mind’d do such a thing?”

Jolene frowned, her mind already turning. What in the hell…?

A crowd began to gather, drawn by the doctor’s outburst. The Sheriff appeared, storming down the street with a dark look, his boots pounding out a fierce rhythm as he pushed folks aside, his eyes set dead ahead on the doctor’s office. He brushed right past Jolene without a second glance, leaving her more intrigued. She noticed Johnson step out of his shop, narrowing his eyes toward the commotion.

“Somethin’ happen?” Johnson asked, glancing at her.

Jolene shrugged, playing it cool. “No idea,” she replied, though she felt a pull of curiosity tightening inside her as she joined Johnson on the porch, both of them straining to catch bits of the murmured conversation around them.

And then came a voice that made her heart skip a beat. The Sheriff’s voice, loud and angry, calling her alias: “JOEL!”

She froze. Shit. Her pulse quickened as she tried to keep her expression calm, though her mind raced.

Johnson glanced sideways at her, his brow lifted. “What’s this all about? You up to somethin’?”

Jolene forced a laugh, shaking her head. “Ain’t got a clue, Mr. Johnson.”

She was still trying to act nonchalant when she heard the Sheriff’s boots pounding toward her. She debated running, just tearing down the street and out of there—but that’d only make her look worse. Better to stay, look innocent.

She stepped down from the porch, trying to keep her shoulders loose. But before she could say a word, the Sheriff was on her, his palm coming down in a sharp, stinging slap that knocked her off balance. Before she could even react, his hand was at her collar, jerking her forward as his voice dripped with anger.

“Where is it, you little thief?” he snarled, his voice thick with accusation.

“Where’s what?” she managed, choking on her surprise, one hand grabbing at his wrist as he held her close enough that she could see the fury burning in his eyes.

“Don’t play games, Joel!” he spat, giving her another rough shake. “The nerve of you, takin’ what ain’t yours!”

She felt her pulse hammering in her ears, the humiliation sinking in as she realized everyone was watching. “I didn’t take nothin’! Wasn’t even in town till just now!” she protested, her voice hoarse, desperation slipping into her tone.

“Oh yeah?” he sneered, his grip tightening painfully. “And who’s gonna vouch for you, huh?”

She clamped her mouth shut, realizing she had no alibi. No one would be able to confirm where she’d been. The Sheriff’s eyes gleamed with grim satisfaction at her silence, and he slapped her again, this time hard enough that her cheek flared with pain.

“Now,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl, “hand it over. Everything ya took.”

The crowd watched, their faces hard and judgmental, their stares boring into her. She’d felt like an outsider in this town before, but now their silent verdict left her feeling exposed, small, and utterly alone. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep her head up even as her heart twisted with a mix of shame and frustration. Nobody believed her—hell, nobody even questioned if she might be innocent.

The Sheriff tightened his grip on her arm, and his rough hands started patting her down. He found the few coins she’d managed to collect earlier and tossed them to the dirt, sneering.

“That all you got, boy?” he mocked, giving her a dark look as he continued his search, hands roaming her pockets and every corner of her clothes.

Then his fingers brushed against the chain around her neck. Her heart seized.

No, please no. But he’d already noticed, his face twisting with a smug sort of triumph as he reached into her shirt collar, his hand finding the small necklace and yanking it free, the chain digging painfully into the back of her neck before snapping.

“No!” she gasped, her voice breaking, her hands reaching instinctively to try to grab it back.

He held it up, dangling the necklace in front of her face. “Oh, ‘no,’ is it? Figured you stole this too, didn’t ya?”

Her breath hitched, panic flaring up as she saw the small ring hanging from the broken chain. She watched helplessly as he tossed it to the side, the ring slipping free and falling to the dirt at her feet. It was her last bit of comfort, a scrap of memory, something she hadn’t let go of since she’d started wandering these dusty trails. She lunged downward, desperate to snatch it up, but the Sheriff shoved her back, hard, sending her sprawling to the ground.

He glared down at her, his face twisted in disgust. “Where’s the rest of it, huh?” he demanded, voice harsh.

“I didn’t take nothin’,” she murmured, her voice hoarse, trembling with the weight of the tears threatening to fall. She felt hollow, worn out by the humiliation.

The Sheriff scoffed, clearly unimpressed, and gave her one last contemptuous look. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered before turning on his heel and heading back toward the doctor’s office.

Jolene sat there in the dirt, her cheek stinging from the slaps, the ache in her heart cutting deeper than any of the bruises. All around, people were watching, their faces twisted with judgment and disappointment. Not one of them spoke up in her defense. Not one of them had a shred of faith in her.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her heart feeling heavier than ever. Even Dr. Abery, whose eyes held a faint sadness, had looked away with disappointment.

They all think I’m the thief, she realized, a bitter ache sinking into her bones.

Slowly, she scrambled to her knees, her hands trembling as she reached for the broken necklace and the ring lying in the dirt. She held them close, clutching the torn pieces to her chest, something inside her breaking with each tear that slipped down her cheeks. She finally rose, glancing back one last time to see Johnson shaking his head, his lips pressed tight.

Unable to bear it any longer, she turned and ran, her legs carrying her out of town and away from their accusing stares. She didn’t stop, her heart pounding as she ran past the last buildings, her breathing ragged and shallow, her thoughts churning in a blur of anger, hurt, and betrayal.

By the time she reached a large rock by the path, she couldn’t run any further. She collapsed against it, sliding down until she was sitting with her back pressed against the cool stone. She stared down at the torn necklace in her hands, her breath hitching as the storm of emotions finally overtook her.

And then the tears really came, fierce and unrelenting, pouring down her cheeks as she sobbed, the anguish spilling out in waves. Her cheek throbbed, her hands were scraped from the fall, but none of it mattered next to the hollow ache gnawing at her heart.

She curled her fingers tightly around the broken chain, her chest heaving with grief and frustration. She hadn’t thought it would hurt this bad, hadn’t thought that one slap, one broken chain, could make her feel so utterly defeated. But as she sat there, clutching the last piece of her past, she realized the weight of her loneliness—the kind that no clever disguise, no snappy comeback, could ever hide.

Back in town, as the crowd thinned and the gossiping settled, people still shot glances toward Dr. Abery’s office, where the Sheriff’s raised voice could be faintly heard. Standing alone on the saloon porch, a tall cowboy with dust-streaked boots and a gunbelt slung low across his hips took it all in, a deep frown creasing his brow. With a muttered, “Well… hell,” he felt the weight of Dr. Abery’s money hanging heavy in his satchel. He let out a slow sigh, rubbing the back of his neck before heading toward his horse, already feeling the sting of regret settling like a bad taste in his mouth.

He mounted, urging his horse into an easy gait down the dirt road leading out of town, his sharp eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of the kid. Not far out, he finally spotted a slumped figure beside a big rock near the edge of the path. Another sigh escaped him as he pulled the horse to a stop, letting her trot onto the grass. He reached into his saddlebag, pulling out a peppermint stick before heading over slowly.

The kid, hearing his boots on the ground, looked up, his tear-streaked face quickly buried against his sleeve, wiping his cheeks. Seeing the cowboy, he put on a tough front, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Don’t be cryin’ none, boy,” the cowboy said, his voice low as he leaned against the big stone. “Folks like them back there… they ain’t worth it.”

Jolene pushed herself to her feet, eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and caution. “You’re the man from the saloon,” she said, sizing him up.

He gave her a nod, then held out the peppermint stick. “Here,” he said, offering it like a peace offering, his mouth twitching with a faint smile.

She took it hesitantly but didn’t unwrap it just yet, her gaze still wary as she studied him. “Why’d you come after me?” she asked, suspicion flickering in her voice.

The cowboy scratched at his beard, glancing out toward the open plains before answering. “What the Sheriff did… didn’t sit right with me.” His tone was calm but firm, like he’d come to a decision about her that he couldn’t quite explain.

She gave him a long, searching look before leaning back against the rock, finally unwrapping the peppermint stick and sticking it in her mouth. Her other hand still clutched the broken chain and ring, and she looked down at them, the sadness in her eyes clear.

“You live back in that town?” he asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.

“No. Not anymore. Not like I ever really did,” she muttered, the words coming out quieter than she meant.

The cowboy nodded, his eyes softening a bit, and for a moment, they both stood in silence, just watching the sky darken a shade as the sun slipped lower.

After a beat, she broke the quiet, her voice small and cautious. “You don’t think I took it, do you?” Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a spark of vulnerability there.

He scratched his beard again, considering his words before he shrugged. “Didn’t seem like it to me.”

She nodded, relief visible in her small smile. “I didn’t take it. Dr. Avery… well, he’s been real deep in debt, I heard. His wife was real sick before she died, and he paid a fortune for her medicine. Spent everythin’ he had.” She didn’t notice the way her words deepened the guilt in his expression. He’d thought the doctor was doing well enough, seeing the fine trimmings in his home when he’d snuck in through the back.

He sighed. “Arthur Morgan,” he introduced himself, a touch of his former confidence creeping back.

“Joel,” Jolene mumbled, and she unclutched the broken chain, looking down at it with sorrow. Arthur glanced at the ring in her hand and gave a slight nod.

“That there can be fixed,” he said without thinking.

Her face lit up, hope flickering in her eyes. “Really?”

Arthur nodded. “Maybe someone back at camp’s handy enough to do it. And if not, I’ll pay to have it done proper.”

She looked at him, suspicion creeping back in. “Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

He shrugged, searching for the words. “Just feel bad for ya, son,” he replied, his voice gruff. Jolene looked at him, considering, then nodded, maybe starting to believe this cowboy was more generous than he seemed.

“I was thinkin’ of leavin’ this place anyway,” she said softly. “After today… they’ll treat me like shit.”

Arthur gave her a slow nod of understanding. “Well, come on back to camp with me first. We’ll see if anyone can fix that chain.”

He whistled sharply, and his horse trotted up to them, her coat shining in the late sunlight. “This here’s Boadicea,” he said, patting the horse’s neck fondly. Jolene’s eyes widened, a spark of fascination flickering across her face.

She approached carefully, letting the horse sniff her hand before giving her a gentle pat. Arthur reached out his hand. “Gimme the chain for now. I’ll keep it safe.”

After a beat of hesitation, she handed it over, watching as he carefully pocketed it. Arthur swung himself onto Boadicea’s back, then looked down at her expectantly.

“Go on, get up behind me,” he said.

She tossed the remains of her peppermint stick aside and tried clambering up but managed only to kick dust. Arthur sighed, sliding back in the saddle a little. “You ever ridden before, boy?”

Jolene shook her head, cheeks flushing.

“All right, c’mere,” he muttered, reaching down to grab her under the arms. In one smooth motion, he hoisted her up onto the saddle in front of him. She swung her leg over carefully, making sure not to kick Boadicea’s neck. Arthur nodded approvingly, his arms settling on either side of her as he took hold of the reins.

With a soft nudge, he spurred Boadicea into an easy, steady gallop. The world stretched out before them, open and wild, as the last light of day slipped away behind them. And for the first time in a long time, Jolene felt a sliver of hope glimmering, steady as the warmth of the cowboy’s arms guiding her forward.

[midwestmade29]

Proposition 🫠

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

Word Count: 2.3k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @supakixbabe

Original request:

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you first started at AEW, several coworkers warned you to stay out of the path of the company’s hot head, Nicholas Jackson. His brother Matthew was similar in his devious ways, but Nicholas had a certain edge to him that Matthew didn’t. With each step he took towards you, your heart pounded harder and harder against your chest.

When he finally stood before you, his voice was brash, and his agitation was evident when he spoke again, “I believe I asked you a question! So, you can talk to a fellow team member, but you won’t respond to your EVP? This is a punishable offense, Y/N!” 

There was something about the way your name fell from his lips that almost put you in a trance. While you continued to stand in silence, your coworker casually stepped on your foot to snap you out of it!

“Ouch!” you shouted a little too loudly, embarrassment instantly coating your cheeks. Nicholas’ icy blue eyes nearly burned a hole in you as he stared at you, making you turn a deeper shade of red. “I-I um mean, hello Mr. Jackson. I think there’s a little bit of a misunderstanding here, you see I had just walked up to ask-“ you tried to explain, but Nicholas cut you off mid-sentence.

“A misunderstanding, huh?” Nicholas scoffed. “First I catch you slacking off, then you refuse to answer me, and now you’re trying to correct your EVP!”

At this point, Matthew had walked up when he heard the commotion and placed his hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.

“Sorry guys, my brother’s kind of a hot head! He just gets tired of the disrespect around here so he’s a little tense. We can continue this conversation in our office,” Matthew explained calmly.

His grin he had plastered on his face was the complete opposite of the scowl that Nicholas had on his own, which only left your head spinning the longer all of you stood there.

“That sounds like a great idea, Matthew. But this one can go back to work,” Nicholas pointed at your coworker and then directed his gaze back to you, “Y/N is the troublemaker here.”

You were instructed to close the door behind you after walking into the EVP’s office, Matthew motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of a large desk. Nicholas sat in the leather executive chair behind the desk while Matthew leaned against the wall with his arms crossed

“Unless you can give me a good reason not to, you are hereby suspended from AEW without pay. You caught me in a generous mood, Y/N so I’ll keep your suspension at 1 week only,” Nicholas stated matter of factly.

He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, his feet now propped up on the desk as he waited to hear what your rebuttal was.

This time it was your agitation that shined through when your words came out sharply, “Suspended for a week, without pay?! You’re joking, right? I didn’t even do anything! Maybe we should take this up with Tony since one of his EVPs seems to be on a power trip,”

The second your last few words came out of your mouth, you instantly regretted them, but there was no going back on what you said now. Matthew was about to interject when his phone started ringing in his pocket.

“Matthew Jackson, EVP. Ah, yes! I’ve been expecting your call. Please hold for a moment, would you? Thanks,” he spoke into the phone before covering the bottom half with his hand. “It’s the CEO of Duolingo, I gotta take this. Apparently, they’re impressed with my daily streak I have going, and they might want to strike up a sponsorship deal. I’ll catch up with you later, Nicholas! And good luck to you, Y/N,” 

Your eyes watched as Matthew returned his focus on his phone call and walked out of the room.

“So, now where were we?” Nicholas asked smugly.

“You were about to suspend me for no reason, sir,” you replied, making sure to make your annoyance known.

You could’ve sworn you saw the corner of Nicholas’ mouth twitch upwards, but you ignored it. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stroked his beard with his fingers, making you squirm in your chair slightly whenever his eyes met yours. When his voice finally broke the silence, it made you jump.

“I have a proposition for you, Y/N. Care to hear it?”

A dry laugh involuntarily escaped from you before you asked, “Do I even have a choice?” 

Nicholas exuded confidence when he elaborated, “The proposition is that I’ll forget about the week of suspension without pay if you agree to let me fuck some manners into you,”

You felt your muscles tighten deep in your lower half as your brain tried to process what the EVP had just said.

“Ex-excuse me?” you asked nervously.

Nicholas didn’t skip a beat as he further explained his idea.

“It’s simple, really Y/N. For the next week, instead of sitting at home missing out on those beautiful green Benjamins, you’ll be at my beck and call whenever I need you. You’ll let me have my way with you whenever, and however I see fit, and maybe by the end of the week you’ll put some respect on my name and learn how to treat your superiors,”

“And if I don’t want this? What happens if I say no?” you questioned before swallowing hard.

Nicholas stood slowly and placed his palms flat on the desk, leaning forward in your direction as his blue eyes peered up at you from underneath his fedorah.

“I don’t think you’re going to decline my offer, Y/N. The way your eyes have darkened and the change in your breathing tells me all I need to know. Your body is giving you away, sweetheart,”

He wasn’t wrong about the things his proposition was doing to you, you were just mad at yourself for making it so obvious how intrigued you were by everything.

“Before I agree, answer one more question. Once I follow through with my end of the deal, at the end of the 7 days will things go back to normal with no more mentions of being suspended?” 

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

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

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

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

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

The next couple of days were filled with multiple orgasms, but none that were your own. Nicholas was a greedy EVP, making sure his wants and needs were satisfied as he fucked your face leaving you a breathless mess on your knees by the time he was finished with you. The way his hand would wrap around your hair and control your pace and depth made your arousal course through every fiber of your being, the sight of him coming undone from your mouth alone made you feel like a goddess!

His praises made you groan and hum in appreciation when they breathlessly fell from his lips.

“I love the way you look when you’re on your knees. That’s good sweetheart, keep doing that,”

The 2nd night after Nicholas left your hotel room, you took care of yourself while picturing him pleasuring you instead. You imagined his hands roaming freely all over your body, his head buried in between your legs while his tongue worked its magic, and the thought of him hovering above you as he fucked you did you in.

Day 3 went by with little contact from Nicholas until around 10pm when you got a FaceTime call from him. You greeted him pleasantly when his handsome face showed on your screen, but his hello wasn’t nearly as warm as yours. It was obvious that something had him stressed, but you knew better than to pry.

Instead, you followed his instructions to strip for him and to start pleasuring yourself on the bed while he did the same on the other end of the call.

“Jesus, Y/N! Look how sexy you are giving me my own private show. Tell me who you’re thinking about sweetheart. Tell me who you’re imagining pleasing you right now,” he practically begged as he continued to stroke himself.

“You Nicholas! I-I’m thinking about you…”

Day 4 was the day when everything changed. You and Nicholas were having an argument during the free time you had in between your tasks at the arena. You explained to him that you were becoming frustrated with your arrangement and when you told him you wished he would’ve just suspended you instead, it struck a nerve inside of him.

“You told me you were going to fuck some manners into me, but that’s yet to happen. I’m no different than I was 4 days ago! You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” you said exasperated.

Nicholas lowered his voice and got mere inches away from your face when he replied just as frustrated as you, “You want me to fuck you, Y/N? Okay, let’s get the hell out of here and I’ll give you what you want,”

The ride back to the hotel was tense and filled with anticipation as you and Nicholas rode in the back of the chauffeured vehicle. The elevator ride up to his floor was agonizingly slow. Nicholas caught you off guard when he crashed his lips against yours once the door to his room was latched. Both of you tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes desperately, leaving each piece in a crumbled pile on the floor when they were finally removed.

The feeling of his warm bare skin against your own felt incredible, it was something you didn’t realize how badly you needed it. The both of you toppled over onto the bed with your lips never parting, your tongues dancing together in a sweet rhythm. Nicholas’ hard length brushed up against your wet cunt each time he moved even the slightest bit causing you to whine.

“Nicholas, please! I-I want you now!”

Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes as he inched himself inside of you, making that moment so much more intimate than it already was. Nicholas took his time with his first few movements so you could adjust to the stretching of your walls, and so you both could savor the feeling of your bodies uniting as one. There was a sweetness to Nicholas that wasn’t there before, a tenderness to him that his EVP position never let him show.

You were taken back by his slow and steady pace and the way his hands cradled your head as he balanced himself on his forearms.

“I th-thought you were going to fuck me, Nicholas?” you teased.

He chuckled to himself as he hovered above you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before he teased you right back, “So, so needy, sweetheart! You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

In no time, the headboard was rocking and knocking against the wall, surely pissing off the guests on the other side of it. Your moans and whimpers were music to Nicholas’ ears, and he made sure to tell you so.

“You make the sweetest noises, Y/N. I could listen to them all night!”

You were moments away from your release, Nicholas not far behind as his movements became ragged and less controlled.

“I want you to cum, Nicholas! Cum for me, I want everything you have,” you cried out when his hard length brushed against the sweet spot inside of you, ultimately bringing you to the most intense orgasm you ever had. Your body shuddered underneath him as wave upon wave of pleasure consumed you, leaving your mind nearly blank while you completely unraveled.

“God, you’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Nicholas murmured against the shell of your ear. 

He continued thrusting himself in and out of your sensitive cunt until he came just as hard as you did. You felt the warmth of his seed fill you and his hard length pulsate against your walls, his arms nearly failing at holding his weight off you from the force of his release. Once he was steady, he removed himself from you and rolled over on the bed next to you.

The both of you laid together in comfortable silence until you stood up and offered your hand to Nicholas.

“Come on, Mr. EVP. Let’s take a shower and wash off before we have to head back to the arena,” 

He squeezed your hand before letting it go gently and giving you a warm smile, “You go ahead and start the water, I’ll join you in a minute,”

You nodded and went on your way, leaving Nicholas alone sitting up on the bed, wondering if this proposition was really a good idea.

“Maybe it would’ve been better if Y/N chose the suspension after all,” he thought to himself. “I don’t know how I’m going to let her go on day 7…” 

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●EVP Young Bucks x Reader●

Sumnary: You dated Matt in the past. You and Nick hooked up a little after you and Matt broke up. They come back acting entitled and give you a "fine". (18+)

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the ring with a microphone in hand, I bring it up to my mouth coming back from commercial break.

"Welcome, everyone, back to AEW! Now please welcome...."

I sigh rolling my eyes.

"Our EVPS, Matthew and Nicholas Jackson."

Their music hits and they make their entrance. I lean in the corner of the ring waiting for them to make their way down to the ring. They come into the ring and I walk over to the middle of the ring as they do their poses.

"Thank you for your time Matthew and....."

Nicholas rips the microphone out of my hand and points his finger in my face. I cross my arms looking at him.

"Y/N! You are getting two fines tonight!"

I look at him shocked and shaking my head confused.

"One for sighing, rolling your eyes and not announcing us the right way! The second one for wearing that short black mini dress and some platform boots! You are supposed to look presentable! Especially around your EVPS!"

"Woah woah Nicholas. Does she really need a fine for her dress and boots?"

Matthew has another microphone in his hand, looks me up and down than looks at Nicholas.

"She should look presentable when doing an interview with the EVPS."

"Okay. I see your point. Two fines for you tonight Y/N. Meet us after to get your fines."

The crowd starts booing them as I shake my head crossing my arms and lean against the corner of the ring again. They continue their talk about how they are going to beat Sting and Darby for the tag titles. I stand there waiting for them to be done. They finish and head to the back. I continue on with the rest of my duties for the night.

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*end of the night*

I walk up to Nick and Matt's locker room door and sigh looking up at the ceiling. I lightly knock on the door.

"One second!"

I cross my arms waiting for them to open the door. The door opens and Top Flight and Action Andretti walk out looking upset with fines in their hands.

"Good luck in there Y/N."

"Thanks guys."

I walk in and close the door behind me. I turn around looking at Nick and Matt.

"Y/N! You are our last fine of the night!"

"Great. Can I get it so I can go home?"

"What is the rush to get home?"

Nick walks up, puts his hand around my neck, pushes me against the door and locks the door. I gulp looking at him.

"Sorry. My brother is kind of a hothead."

Nick moves my face to look at Matt.

"We were thinking you could repay your fines a different way."

Nick snakes his hand around the back of my neck, up the back of my head, grips my hair than pushes me down onto my knees. I look up at them biting my lip and Matt kneels down infront of me gripping my chin to look at him.

"I know about you sleeping with Nicholas after we broke up. You thought you could just get away with it."

Nick grips my hair more and I let out a little moan biting my lip harder. Matt stands up and starts unbuckling his pants. Nick lets go of my hair and starts unbuckling his pants as well. I look up at them and gulp breathing heavy.

"Now it's time to teach you a lesson about messing with the EVPS."

They both pull their pants down and take them off still in their boxers. I squeeze my legs together seeing their cocks hard through their boxers. They pull off their shirts than their boxers revealing their cocks. I look up at them biting my lip. Nick leans down, grabs my hair and smacks my cheek.

"Open that mouth for me baby. And stick your tongue out."

I open my mouth sticking my tongue out and Nick takes his cock in his hand smacking it against my tongue. I moan a little looking up at him.

"What a good girl."

"Let's see how much of a good girl she is going to be Matthew."

Nick shoves his cock all the way in my mouth and I start gagging right away. I put my hands on his hips and push him back coughing. Matt kneels down, grabs my hands, puts them behind my back and holds them together with one hand. He takes his other hand, grabs my hair and holds my head infront of Nick's cock with his mouth next to my ear.

"Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

I open my mouth sticking my tongue out looking up at Nick. He smacks his cock against my tongue looking down at me. Matt keeps ahold of my hair and hands making sure I don't move. Nick slowly shoves his cock down my throat and Matt starts pushing my head making me start gagging. I start gagging, feeling tears starting to swell up in my eyes. Nick pulls his cock out of my mouth after a few minutes and Matt lets go of my hair. I start coughing and spit starts running down my chin along with tears down my cheeks. I am breathing hard, looking up at them.

"Now that is a good girl."

Nick leans down and helps me stand up.

"Now take off your clothes."

I start taking my shoes off than my dress afterwards. I take off my bra and thong tossing them to the side. Nick grabs my arm, pulls me over to the couch and bends me over the back of it. He smacks my ass getting behind me. I moan and grab the couch trying to keep my balance. Nick pushes his cock inside of my heat and I moan loudly. Matt comes over, kneels on the couch infront of my face and grabs my chin. Nick starts slowly thrusting into me and Matt starts kissing me muffling my moans. Nick starts picking up the pace and grabs a handful of my hair pulling me back away from Matt. I moan really loud trying to grab the couch as Nick continues to pound into me. He moans really loud as I feel him fill me up with his seed. He pulls out and I bend over the couch more breathing hard. Matt comes over, grabs my arm and pulls me over to the couch. I lay down on the couch on my back and he pushes my legs apart. He climbs in between my legs and slowly slides himself inside me causing me to moan.

"Holy fuck. You feel so good baby."

Matt starts pounding into me and Nick comes over kneeling down next to us. Nick slides his hand down my body to my clit and starts rubbing it hard as Matt pounds into me.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

I arch my back grabbing the side of the couch and Matt pushes my legs up more pounding into me harder while Nick keeps rubbing circles into my clit. I grab Matt's arm digging my nails into him moaning really loud. Feeling my orgasm get closer, I try pushing my legs down but Matt pushes them back up.

"Be a good girl and cum for your EVPS."

Matt pounds into me harder and Nick rubs circles in my clit harder.

"Im.... I'm gonna... cum!"

I let out a scream as I cum hard on Matt's cock as he also shoots his seed into me at the same time. Nick slowly stops rubbing my clit and runs his hand up my body. Matt pulls out of me and leans down kissing my collarbone area. I am breathing hard looking at him than at Nick.

"I would like to get some fines more often."

"We would like to give you fines more often."

[orphicrose]

What about rdr2 van der Linde Gang with a reader who stutters? I can imagine the reader being mostly quiet because of it, but at sind point they have to talk and I know people especially back then would make fun of it (Micah) and the gang standing up for reader.

He had it coming ( Camp x Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! I did do some research before i wrote this to make sure it was as realistic as possible. But i do apologies if it isn't so please let me know if i wrote it badly!

Warnings ! Micah, bullying, name calling.

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The sad truth that a lot of people had to face during this era, was that nothing outside of social norms was taken seriously. Things like disabilities, appearances, or even sexuality, greeted with a mocking laugh or worse. Far worse. If you were lucky enough, you'd only be laughed at. But that didn't make it any better. The stereotypical cowboys that you were stuck with didn't make it easier. It's just one of those things you'd either accept or suppress over time.

In this situation, y/n suppressed it. Heavily. Growing up being beaten with insults, or fists because of it. The van der linde gang was somewhat outside of stereotypes, though. A lot of the members from all across the world; black, natives, Hispanic. Then there was Bill, everyone knew he played for the other team, despite the harsh denying and homophobia in return. But the point it, y/n got lucky with falling in with this specific group. Making judgements hard to give.

Y/n's 'issues' lied in her speech, being born with a stutter. It wasn't cute or dainty, it was annoying. What made it worse, the anxiety surrounding it. Sometimes she didn't stutter at all, around people like Arthur or Hosea. But around Micha, it was so much worse. Unbearable, even. The ignorance surrounding that man was almost unbelievable, even for the 1800s.

"Mornin, miss l/n" She was approached by a muscular shadow blocking the sun light from her position on the floor.

"Morning Arthur" Her smile infectious as he took a seat next to her, leaning back against a tree and pulling hit hat over his face. Shielding his eyes from the light. "Busy day today?"

He grunted, shifting in the soft lemoyne mud. "Uncles got a job set up" he failed at suppressing a laugh "Dunno how well it's gonna go."

Y/n chortled, imagining old Uncle out doing some real work. "We-well good luck. I'm glad I'm not joining y'all" her eyes returned to the easy reading of her book that Mary-Beth had lent to her.

Arthur hummed, relaxing in the hot air for as long as he could before his name was called to action.

"Arthur!" That wasn't uncles voice. He lowered his hat to see a nasty looking individual unfortunately strolling towards his direction.

"What do you want, Micah" His voice held hostility, reasonable hostility, as the greasy haired mans face was blinded by a ray of sunshine. Y/n huffed, clutching at the book harder to distract herself.

"Wanted to know what you're ta-ta-ta-talking about" He mocked y/n, without any subtleness about it. Y/n remained quite. It was sad to admit in any situation, but she had grown used to the constant mocking.

"Theres no need for that, is there?" Arthur raised to his feet without hesitation. Moving to get in Micahs face. Any excuse to punch him in the nose was a good excuse in his eyes,

"Now, now, Mister Morgan" The rat put his hands up in surrender, backing away with that smug grin still on his face. "It's just a harmless joke. No need to go out guns a blazin'"

"It's not supposed to be harmless, is it?" Arthurs fists clenched under his anger. Y/n rising to her feet behind him and putting a hand on the back of his shoulder.

"I-it's okay. Ar-Arthur" She mumbled, to which Micah laughed. Before he got the chance to get in the last word. Arthur had landed a heavy hit square in his face. Not wasting any time to wind it up before landing on his nose. Micah fell to the floor and began wailing about how his nose was broken. An audience soon formed around the rat writhing on the floor. Not much sympathy to be shared, but knowing glances at one another. Quiet laughs and 'he had it comings' shared between them before Dutch marched over. Clearing the group and making sure he was ok.

"Arthur, we've talked about this"

"I know, i know Dutch but-"

"The last thing we need right now is our gang turning against each other!"

Y/n could hear the two arguing in Dutch's tent, biting at her nails with worry. It was her fault, she thought. A hand landed on her back, spinning to see tilly with a sad smile.

"Its okay" She offered. "That rat had it coming. Arthur did everyone a favor" just thinking about him on the floor, in pain, brought serotonin to her.

"I-I guess" y/n mumbled

"No need to be ashamed, darlin" she took y/ns hands in hers. "you're perfect as is".

[coleskingdom]

Man in the Mirror

Matt Jackson x female reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

GIF @ bloodycowboyclub

@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

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

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

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

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

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

[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?” 

[spongeyspot]

Red Dead Redemption Masterlist

Tags: [Smut 🔥] ; [Angst 🩹] ; [Fluff 🧸] ; [Dark Themes 🖤]

Arthur Morgan

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

1890s!Arthur in the Modern World HCs (Headcanons) (GN! Reader)

John Marston

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern Hcs (Headcanons)

Javier Escuella

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern HCs (Headcanons)

Charles Smith

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Lenny Summers

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Dutch Van Der Linde

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Micah Bell

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Sean Macguire

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern HCs (Headcanons)

Hosea Matthews

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Bill Williamson

Nothing yet!

Kieran Duffy

Nothing yet!

Eagle Flies

Nothing yet!

Mary Beth Gaskill

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Abigail Roberts

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Sadie Adler

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Tilly Jackson

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Karen Jones

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Molly O'Shea

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Run Away With Me (Fem! Reader) 🧸

Poly Pairings

SWF/NSFW Poly Relationship HCs 🔥🧸

(John Marston/Fem!Reader/Abigail Marston)

[madhatterbri]

Home Movies | M.J.

Summary: Matt misses Y/N and opens up a "home movie". 18+.

Author's Note: It's Wednesday, and you know what that means. ❤️ This one should have stayed somewhere in the crevice of my mind.

Matthew Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts

ImPure Fiction

Matt walked into his hotel room and rubbed his sore neck. Another stressful night after Dynamite, all he wanted to do was be in his own bed with Y/N. A feat that would have to wait until tomorrow. He stripped down to his underwear and collapsed on the bed. He stared at the ceiling. Anything to get his mind off of being in a wrestling company. When he couldn't fall asleep, he knew something that would help him.

He opened his laptop and clicked on a file. Password locked, he input the password and pressed enter. Matt clicked on a folder named Home movies.

Videos of him and Y/N popped up. He searched through and found a particular movie that he liked. The night Y/N felt confident enough to ride him in front of the camera. Matt shimmied out of his underwear. He lazily played with himself as he pressed play.

"I swear you love that thing more than me," she accused with a giggle. Matt chuckled and placed the camera on the nightstand next to the bed. He sat on the bed.

"I just want a good shot so you can see how pretty you look when you suck me, baby," he complimented. Matt leaned against the headboard. Y/N crawled over to him and licked the tip of his cock. He grunted and moaned. She slowly worked her way down his cock.

Matt reached for the camera and taped her bobbing up and down on him. He grabbed her hair tightly. Praises of her skills fell from his lips. Fuck, he told her, I needed this.

"Is there anything you can't do?" He moaned.

Matt started to pump himself a little more. The way her eyes looked in the camera. She seemed so innocent, but she was anything but. He moved forward until he found the part he wanted to see. After finding it, he pressed play again.

Y/N slowly slid herself down on him. She impaled herself on his dick until she was fully seated. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. She used his shoulders as support.

"Damn, baby. You feel so good," he complimented and smacked her ass. They both moaned in unison. She tightened around him at the slap. He lowered the camera to watch himself disappear inside of her.

"Oh. Oh God, Matt," she called out. His thumb swirled around her clit. "I'm so close,"

"Me too, baby. I'm going to cum in you. Make everyone know who you belong to,"

The camera moved back up to her face. Her lips parted, and her bounces on his dick were less graceful. Her eyes half lidded. With one final call of his name, she reached her orgasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He shoved her back down as he came inside of her.

Matt helped her on the bed, but he wasn't quite finished yet. His fingers brushed between her legs. She moaned, yet tried to swat his hand away. "No more, Matt. Turn the camera off. I'm a mess,"

Matt smiled at the camera and winked at it. He mouthed that he was going to keep it rolling. On the screen, he saw himself pull another orgasm out of Y/N. He always managed to get a second one of out her. The video ended with him showering her with praises once more.

Matt grunted as strings of cum fell from his dick. He laid on the bed to catch his breath. The EVP started to feel tired. He cleaned himself up and turned off his laptop. The laptop was placed on the nightstand. He drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

[visionarystoryteller]

Executives Love

3

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Warnings-

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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.

[paradox-valleyy]

Lost and Found

Pre-canon rdr 2 x Teen!fem!oc

Prologue | Chapter 1

Word count: 2,8k

Note: I don’t know if anyone will actually like this, but I tried to do something new.

Summer, 1895, Western America

The midday sun scorched the earth beneath its relentless heat, a blinding gold disk high in the pale blue sky. Even the wind had given up, leaving the streets of the small western town dry and desolate. A fine layer of dust clung to everything, swirling briefly in the occasional stir of movement but settling back quickly. Horses shuffled lazily in front of saloons and shops, flicking their tails to ward off flies. A dog lay panting in the shade of a porch, barely lifting its head as a boy walked by.

Joel was twelve—maybe. He didn’t know exactly, well that’s what he told everyone around her. Since actually, Joel was Jolene, a 15-year-old girl, who hid her identity to make surviving easier. She trudged down the town’s narrow main street, her head low but her eyes alert, scanning for anything or anyone that might pose a threat. Or an opportunity. Her light brown eyes, sharp despite their weariness, flicked from person to person, catching glimpses of tired faces under wide-brimmed hats, leather boots caked in dust, and the occasional glint of coins as men passed money over to shopkeepers or into saloon bartenders’ hands.

The girl’s stomach growled audibly. She hadn’t eaten in two days—three, maybe—and hunger gnawed at her like a desperate animal. Her body was all wiry limbs and bones, stretched too thin by starvation. Her skin, tan from the harsh sun, was smeared with dirt, and her short-cropped light blonde hair stuck to her forehead in sweat-soaked clumps. She wore a pair of trousers several sizes too big, cinched at the waist with a fraying length of twine, and a torn shirt that hung loosely off her small frame. Her torn boots dragged along, accustomed to the rough ground.

The scar across her face was old, though it still itched sometimes, stretching from the center of her forehead down through her right brow, ending just above her eyelid. People often asked about it, wondering how she’d gotten it, but Jolene never offered explanations. Out here, survival spoke louder than words.

Her path brought her to the general store, a worn building with weather-beaten signs and dusty windows. The storekeeper was an old man with a calm demeanor, but Jolene had learned long ago how to be invisible in places like this. She could slip in, slip out, and no one would be any wiser.

The girl pushed the door open, a bell above it jingling softly as she stepped inside. The cool, stale air of the store washed over her, a brief respite from the oppressive heat outside. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with everything from canned goods to tools, clothing to medicine. Jolene’s eyes went immediately to the counter, where the shopkeeper, Johnson, sat hunched over a ledger, muttering under his breath as he tallied numbers.

Jolene approached slowly, her hand already fishing in her pocket for the few coins she had. She barely had enough to buy anything, but that didn’t matter. She was after something else entirely. She picked up a small pack of gum from the counter and tossed her coins next to it.

“How much?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the dry air.

The shopkeeper glanced up, squinting at Jolene. “Two cents,” he grunted.

Jolene pushed the coins forward, making a show of counting them out, as her other hand slipped toward the shelf beside the counter where salted meats hung. Her fingers brushed against one of the packets, and with a quick, practiced motion, she swiped it, tucking it into the loose folds of her shirt.

She picked up her gum and pocketed it. “Thanks,” she mumbled, backing away toward the door. The shopkeeper barely looked at her, already turning back to his ledger as he muttered “Take care.” Jolenej pushed the door open and stepped back into the sun, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

Outside, she slipped into the narrow alley beside the store, crouching behind a stack of crates. She pulled the packet of salted meat from her shirt, tore it open with trembling hands, and bit into it. The salt stung her dry mouth, but the taste was heavenly. She chewed slowly, savoring each bite, her stomach finally calming as it felt the first touch of food in days. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then tucked the rest of the meat into her pocket for later.

Once she was done eating, Jolene wandered back onto the main street, moving carefully now, her sharp eyes darting around as she spotted potential marks. There was always someone drunk in this town no matter the time, or just plain stupid—people who didn’t keep a close eye on their wallets or purses.

She spotted a man leaning heavily against a post outside the saloon, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from one hand. His jacket was unbuttoned, and Jolene could see the bulge of a coin pouch hanging loosely from his belt. The man swayed slightly, his head lolling forward, and Jolene’s pulse quickened. This was an easy mark.

As she moved closer, keeping to the shadows, Jolene reached out, her hand just inches from the pouch, when a voice called out behind her.

“Joel!”

She froze, her heart jumping into her throat. For a split second, she thought she’d been caught, but when she turned, she saw a familiar figure standing on the porch of the doctor’s office across the street. Dr. Avery, the town’s doctor, was waving at her, his face a mix of curiosity and kindness.

Jolene hesitated, glancing back at the man with the coin pouch, but she knew better than to risk it now. She took a step back and quickly crossed the street to where Dr. Avery stood.

“Afternoon, Doc,” Jolene said, trying to sound casual despite the nerves buzzing in her chest.

Dr. Avery smiled, wiping his hands on his apron. He was a tall, lean man with sharp features, his dark hair streaked with gray at the temples. He had a habit of looking at people like he could see right through them, and Jolene always felt a little uneasy under his gaze. But the doctor had never treated her with anything but kindness, and in a town like this, that counted for something.

“You look like you could use a little work,” the doctor said, his eyes glancing over Jolene’s dirty, torn clothes. “Got a job for you, if you’re interested.”

Jolene’s eyes lit up. “What kind of job?”

“I need some herbs. They grow out by the river, near the edge of the woods. Won’t take you too long to collect ’em, and I’ll pay you for your trouble.”

Jolene nodded eagerly. Work was hard to come by, especially for someone like her, and she couldn’t pass up the chance to earn some real money. “What do you need?”

Dr. Avery pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Jolene. “Burdock Root, mostly. You’ll know it when you see it—grows near the water. Bring back as much as you can, and I’ll pay you fair. Just don’t take too long. Sun’s only getting hotter.”

Jolene took the bag, nodding. “I’ll be quick, Doc.”

The doctor gave her a nod. “Good lad. I’ll be waiting.”

Without another word, Jolene turned and headed for the outskirts of town, the dust kicking up beneath her boots as she hurried toward the river. She’d been to the riverbank plenty of times—it was a quiet spot, a small, winding stretch of water that cut through the valley just beyond the town. The woods nearby were dense, thick with towering pines and scrub brush, but the river itself was a peaceful place, far enough from town that no one bothered you.

As Jolene made her way through the dry brush, the sun beat down on her, making her sweat through her shirt. She wiped her brow with her sleeve, squinting against the brightness. The ground sloped downward, and soon the sound of trickling water reached her ears. The river came into view, its clear, cool waters a stark contrast to the dry, dusty land around it. Jolene smiled despite herself, the sight of the water offering a brief sense of relief.

She crouched down by the water’s edge, dipping her hands into the cool current and splashing her face and neck. The water felt like heaven against her skin, washing away the dust and grime. She took off her boots, lifted her pants to her thighs, and stood in the river, the water reaching up to her knees, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. She looked around for the herbs Dr. Avery had asked for and soon spotted clusters of it growing near the water, their bright green leaves standing out against the rocky shore.

Jolene got to work quickly, crouching down to pull out handfuls of the roots, stuffing them carefully into the cloth bag. The sun was rising higher, and she could feel the heat pressing down on her, but she kept at it, her mind focused on the promise of payment.

As she worked, something caught her eye in the distance—a small caravan moving into the trees on the other side of the river. Jolene paused, crouching lower in the water as she watched the caravan wind its way through the woods. They were far enough away that they hadn’t noticed her, just a small, ragged figure kneeling by the riverbank. The caravan seemed like an odd sight—there wasn’t much reason to be heading into those woods unless you were looking for trouble or trying to hide from it.

Jolene watched them for a few moments longer, curiosity tugging at her, but eventually, she shrugged and turned back to her task. Whatever business those people had, it wasn’t her concern. She had her own survival to worry about.

The afternoon wore on, and the sun climbed higher, its heat becoming more oppressive as Jolene worked, her fingers swift and steady as she filled the small bag with roots. Her shirt clung to her back, damp with sweat, and she could feel the sunburn setting into her neck and arms. But it didn’t matter—she was nearly done, and the thought of the coins jingling in her pocket by the end of the day kept her going.

Finally, when the bag was full, Jolene stood up, brushing her dirty hands on her trousers. She looked back across the river where the caravan had vanished into the woods, a lingering curiosity tugging at her. What kind of people went off the main trails and into the thick, untraveled forest? Bandits, maybe—or strangers passing through, just looking for a quiet place to camp. Either way, it wasn’t her problem. Not yet, at least.

Jolene began the trek back to town, moving at a brisk pace despite the heat. The walk was mostly uphill, and by the time she reached the outskirts, her legs ached, and sweat dripped down her face. The sight of the town made her feel a strange sense of relief and weariness all at once. She didn’t belong here, exactly, but it was the closest thing she had to a home right now.

She headed straight for Dr. Avery’s office, trying not to look too eager as she pushed open the door. The doctor was inside, bent over his desk, scribbling in a notebook. He glanced up when Jolene entered, his sharp eyes taking in her dusty clothes and sweaty face.

“You’re quick,” Dr. Avery remarked, setting down his pen. He held out a hand for the bag, and Jolene handed it over, watching as the doctor inspected the contents with a practiced eye. “Good work,” he murmured, nodding in approval.

The doctor turned to a small wooden drawer and pulled out a canteen, pressing it into Jolene’s hands. “Here, take a drink. You look like you’ve been to the desert and back.”

Jolene took the canteen gratefully, tipping it back and gulping down the cool water. It tasted faintly of metal, but to her, it was the best drink she’d ever had. When she was finished, she handed the canteen back, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

Dr. Avery reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of cash. He counted out five dollars and placed it in Jolene’s outstretched hand. Her eyes widened at the sight of the money. Five dollars was more than she’d expected; it was enough for several meals, maybe even a new shirt if she bargained hard enough.

“Thank you, Doc,” she said, the gratitude clear in her voice.

The doctor smiled faintly, his gaze softening. “You earned it, Joel. Hard work deserves fair pay.”

Jolene nodded, tucking the money carefully into her pocket. She didn’t linger, giving Dr. Avery a short nod before heading out the door. As she stepped back into the blinding afternoon sunlight, she felt the cool weight of the money against her thigh, a comforting reminder that, for now, she’d have a little bit of security.

Jolene settled into an alley. The money she’d just pocketed was a comfort, and the shadow of the alley hid her from the biting sun. She nibbled on the last bite of her salted meat, savoring every grain of salt, every scrap of toughness.

As she leaned back, the sound of footsteps reached her ears. She didn’t startle—she’d learned long ago how to stay calm, even when it felt like someone was creeping up on her. Glancing down the alley, she saw a familiar figure lumbering toward her.

Mr. Doyle, the town’s gunsmith, was a tall, heavyset man with a face weathered by the sun and dusted with soot. He looked about ready to burst, his whole posture screaming the need for relief. He barely even registered Jolene as he staggered to the far corner of the alley and, with a muttered curse about the “damn hot day,” got to the business of taking a piss.

Jolene smirked a little and kept her gaze pointedly elsewhere, deciding the best thing she could do was make herself as invisible as possible. Once done, Doyle exhaled a loud sigh of satisfaction, tucking himself back in place and pulling out a cigarette from his breast pocket. He struck a match, bringing it to his lips, and took a long drag before finally noticing Jolene in the shadows.

“Ah, Joel. Sneakin’ around as usual, I see,” Doyle said with a half-smile, leaning against the wall. His voice was gruff, but there was a friendly note under the rough edges.

Jolene grinned back, chewing the last bit of meat. “Not sneakin’, just resting.”

Doyle nodded, taking another pull on his cigarette and letting the smoke drift upward. He eyed the scrap of meat in Jolene’s hand with a quirked brow. “You didn’t happen to lift that from old Johnson’s store, did ya?”

Jolene shook her head, pulling out on of the bills from her pocket. “I bought it fair, with the money Doc Avery gave me. He had me collect some herbs by the river.”

Doyle let out a chuckle, his laugh rough and deep. “Well, well. Look at you, an honest working man. Keep that up, and maybe you’ll even make something of yourself one day.” He took another drag, eyeing Jolene with a blend of amusement and something that might have been respect.

Jolene gave a small shrug, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Guess I’ll have to keep the work comin’ to make that happen.”

The gunsmith chuckled again, flicking the ash from his cigarette. “You’re all right, kid. Stay out of trouble, yeah? Doc Avery’s got a soft spot for ya, and who knows? You stick around, keep workin’—maybe life won’t be so rough on you after all.”

With that, Doyle gave a casual wave and walked off, his boots crunching softly on the dusty ground as he disappeared back onto the street.

Jolene leaned back against the wall, still feeling the cool weight of the coins and bills in her pocket. She didn’t trust people too easily, but Doyle’s words settled in the back of her mind like a small, stubborn spark of hope. For the moment, life was simple. She had enough money to get by for the next few days, maybe even buy herself a small meal or two.

As long as she stayed smart, stayed quiet, and kept her head down, she could survive. And for a girl like her, survival was enough.

Jolene glanced up at the sky, watching as the colors shifted, orange and pink slowly blending into the deep purple of night. Her life was a patchwork of dusty streets and stolen shadows, but at least it was hers. And for now, that was just fine

[midwestmade29]

Tease 😎

To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! Gotta love EVP Matthew 😏 I hope you like it 🖤

Word count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF by: Me 🙂

Original anonymous request: Can I request the prompt “You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” with EVP Matt Jackson? Smut if possible.

Disclaimers: Teasing (sexually), oral sex, cursing. Read at your own discretion.

100% pure fiction

Your EVP is not pleased with your misconduct...

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if it happens again there will be a hefty fine. You’re lucky I caught you instead of Nicholas. My brother’s kind of a hot head,” Matthew explained to his subordinate.

He patted them on the shoulder before continuing his decent down the hallway to his EVP dressing room. You were already inside, sitting on the counter of the vanity scrolling through your phone.

“Hey baby,” Matthew greeted you with a smile. “Sorry it took me so long. Has Nicholas been by yet?”

He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You looked him up and down, admiring how sexy he looked in his black suit. Matthew caught you staring and chuckled, “Like what you see, princess?” “Yes, very much,” you said appreciatively. “But no, I haven’t seen Nicholas yet. Not since earlier when he got “tired of the disrespect around here” and stormed off,”

Matthew shook his head and placed his hands on each side of you on the counter. His cologne danced around your nose as he nuzzled his face in your neck, the soft kisses he planted on the delicate skin there made your cheeks flush. You spread your legs to allow Matthew to stand in between them, wrapping your arms around his neck while your hands played with his slicked back ponytail. He let out a low groan when you gave it a tug, his hands now gripping your hips.

“I’ve been thinking of those pretty pink lips of yours all day,” he whispered into your ear.  “Oh, really? And what exactly were you thinking about them doing?” you asked coyly.

Matthew smirked and pressed his tongue against his cheek before responding, “Well, for starters, I thought about how sweet they taste when I kiss them,”

He kissed the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with his, leaving you a little dizzy when he eventually pulled away.

“The other thing I thought about was how good they would look wrapped around my cock,”

His gaze was intense, his face covered with desire. You slid your hand down his chest and onto his hard length that was dying to be freed from his dress pants, rubbing it agonizingly slow.

“Let me make your second thought a reality,” your voice was low and sweet.

You had just undone Matthew’s belt buckle when the door opened, and a disgruntled Nicholas walked inside. You were relieved when he didn’t acknowledge the predicament you and Matthew were in. Instead he paced and carried on about Tony Shiavone, “That prick actually thinks I knocked him down on purpose! It’s not my fault he tripped me,”

Matthew buckled his belt and turned around to address his brother, but Nicholas didn’t let him get a word in edgewise! He pressed his back against your chest and your arms were wrapped around him holding him in place while the two of you listened to Nicholas ramble.

“We’ll take care of him next week on Dynamite, okay? It’s getting late and I think we’ve handed out enough fines for today. This EVP is ready to get out of here,” Matthew interrupted.

Nicholas was about to reject his brother’s wishes, but decided he was probably right.

“The chauffer is waiting on us. See you guys in the car?” and with that, Nicholas left the dressing room, leaving you and Matthew alone once again.

“That didn’t go like I hoped it would, but there’s always the hotel,” Matthew hinted with a wink. “Ready to go, princess?”

You and Matthew behaved yourselves in the car, keeping your hands to yourselves but stealing a kiss here and there when Nicholas would check his emails on his phone.

“The things I want to do to you, princess,” Matthew murmured into your ear.

Heat spread throughout your body as you imagined what your EVP had in mind. Nicholas had a room on a different floor than you and Matthew did, so he said his goodbyes and entered a different set of elevators at the hotel. When one finally arrived at ground level, you and Matthew were the only ones on it. He punched in the floor number and up you went, but you weren’t alone for very long. Several people hopped on a few floors up which made the elevator super crowded.

You were standing in the corner with your back up against Matthew’s chest, trying to stay close to him and away from the other guests. An idea came to your mind when he wrapped his arm around your waist, and you knew you had to be careful not to make it obvious. You brought your hand behind you, sliding it up his thigh and stopping once you reached your target. At first the contact with his length made him jump, but it didn’t take long for his head to fall back and rest on the wall of the elevator.

 Matthew did his best to keep his composure while you continued to stroke him, only drawing attention to the two of you one time when he cursed under his breath.

“I should fine you right here and right now for teasing your EVP like this,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe, but this is so worth it,” you replied grinning.

The elevator finally arrived on your floor, you grabbed hold of Matthew’s hand and lead him off it and down the hallway to your room. The anticipation of what was to come next both excited you and made you nervous. You walked into the room first, Matthew hot on your heels. When you stopped and turned around, he had already slid his black suit jacket off and had begun unbuttoning his vest, your mouth practically watering as each button came undone.

“I want you on your knees in front of the bed, now,” he instructed sternly. You did as you were told with a smile on your face.

You knelt and rested your ass on your heels while you waited for Matthew to make his way over to you. You watched him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, ready to be free. You licked your lips when he stood in front of you, his fingers running through your hair making you to melt into his touch.

“Look at you, being a good girl and following directions. If only you would’ve behaved this well in the elevator,” he said in a low tone. “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with that did you? What kind of EVP would I be if I didn’t reprimand that kind of misconduct? I want you to remove your shirt and bra so I can get a good look at that beautiful chest of yours,”

Matthew’s eyes remained locked on yours as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a black lace bra. You reached behind your back and unclasped it before sliding it down your arms and exposing your breasts, making Matthew suck in a sharp breath at the sight of them. You were still feeling bold, even after he called you out on your previous behavior, so you decided to mess with Matthew some more. You placed your fingertips on your collarbone and started to slowly drag them down your skin.

Matthew didn’t move to stop you as you continued downwards to your breasts and took one in each hand. You squeezed them and massaged them, biting your lip when you took your nipples in between your fingers and began toying with them. You started to slide one hand down your torso and right before you dipped your fingers under the waistband of your pants, Matthew bent over and grabbed your hand.

“I think that’s enough teasing for tonight, princess. Especially when you’re on your knees before me. You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that,” his voiced sounded like honey but you knew there was something more behind it.

He placed your hand on his boxer briefs, and you knew exactly what you were supposed to do. You pulled on them and slid them down, leaving them in a pool at his feet. You took his tip in your mouth and focused your efforts there for a few moments before taking him in your mouth completely. The way he cursed and panted made your own arousal grow and encouraged you to keep going. His fingers found themselves intertwined in your hair once again, controlling your pace and depth with ease.

“God, you love it like this, don’t you? Me fucking your face, leaving you a drooling mess! My beautiful, beautiful girl,”

Matthew’s impending release was evident the faster he moved himself in and out of your mouth. He made sure that you were taking every inch of him, his tip often hitting the back of your throat. His grunts filled the room, and his legs faltered with his last few thrusts right before he came. His seed filled your mouth and slid down your throat in spurts, leaving you both panting when he removed himself from your mouth.

A stray tear fell from the corner of your eye and Matthew caught it with his thumb, wiping it away. He helped you stand and cupped your cheek in his hand when you were steady on your feet, “That was amazing baby. You did so well for me, but I’m not done with you just yet. Pants and panties off and then get on the bed. Your EVP demands it…”


[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.

[coleskingdom]

Early Morning Phone Call

Matt Jackson x F Reader

Angsty Smut

Minors DNI and NSFW

For @madhatterbri

@midwestmade29

“It’s just always about him and what he needs. I know, he’s usually so good at leaving the character at work but this Matthew Jackson isn’t the one I signed up for” you said your phone on speaker to your best friend while you were getting ready for the day. “ Of course he’s not here, he’s off playing EVP with Nick and Kazu. Probably terrorizing a Starbucks employee and looking at Ferraris “

“Actually, I’m looking at you.” Matt’s voice ice cold.

“I’ve gotta go” hanging up the phone. “Well I guess I got another thing wrong.”

“What the hell is your problem? You have everything you want, you don’t have to do anything, except be mine” his voice holding an edge of contempt

“Are you fucking kidding me? Being yours is a full time job. Anticipating every one of your whims, you’re really living the gimmick. I don’t have everything I want because I want you, and this isn’t you. You suspended Hanger for shit that you and Nick do. He wouldn’t even be in this if you and Nick would’ve just gone and chased him taken a dq for the trios and helped him with swerve. No you had to be a bitch about it. Then Kenny that was cold replacing him with Kazu.” My temper rising

“ Why am I not surprised you defending hanger? I swear if he wasn’t so fucked in the head you’d have left me for him a long time ago or is it that you protect him by being with me because you know if you left me for him his options would be TNA, or NXT. Though bringing up Kenny who you can’t stand was a nice play.” he stepped closer to me.

My breath hitched, trying to read his face ,a mix of lust and disdain all in one skewed expression . “ So pretty when you’re mad , fresh from the shower, I bet there’s nothing on under that little robe of yours” he said, “ trying to act like I disgust you. That sweet little Matty is the one that you want. You’ve been wanting this argument for weeks, you’ve wanted to hate fuck me for at least that long.” He pulled me into a kiss that I resisted for half a moment before giving in. I bit his bottom lip, then he sucked and bit mine, my hands going to the hem of his shirt pulling before he helped me get it off of him. His mouth trailed to my neck, before he sucked it in making sure to leave a mark,then he licked the spot soothing away the brief bit of pain.

His hands went to the belt of the robe as I went for his waistband of his pants. He sighed went he realized he was right about what I had been doing before he had walked in. His lips began their assault on my breasts, he was using all of the tricks he knew I loved. I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan even as I felt my body betray me. “ I hate you” I whimpered, “ Of course you do” he chuckled “ especially when I do this “ he pushed me back on to the bed, my legs falling open for him, he went right to my core and licked me up and down. “Princess your body is telling on you, you’re so wet for me, just give in to the way that I make you feel.” His mouth moving on my most sensitive spot, he went to work sucking, licking, with fingers moving in succession. I was so close, I could feel my orgasm building, my legs began to shake I felt it wash over me “ Matt” I cried out as he worked me through it. As the pleasure subsided, “See, I’m not a bad guy” as he removed his boxers and climbed up over me.

“ Princess look at me, I’m still the man you fell in love with. You just don’t like the things I’m doing, I don’t like the things I’m doing, but they have to be done. Don’t be mad at me” he said as he kissed me. He entered me in one fluid motion, even in the roughness of the pace, his kisses were soft, the true root of the problem. I scratched my nails down his back earning a groan from him, and bit his shoulder when I shattered around him. He soon followed his grunts and whimper the tell tale sign as I felt his release.

He rolled to his side his face had lost the anger and the tension , he was beautiful as the sun filtered in the window. “ Matt, I can’t do this anymore” as I got out of the bed and locked myself in the bathroom.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

May i request a Matthew and Nicholas Jackson x reader fic? Possibly she is related to another wrestler and they are obsessed woth her and try to win her over?

The Final Show

Main Masterlist Matthew Jackson Masterlist. (Mentions of Smut) word count 4K

Matthew and Nicholas Jackson X Fem Reader (who is Sting's daughter)

Summary: With Sting’s last match coming up the Young Bucks resort to mind games to get the upper hand against Darby Allin and Sting. After going after Sting’s sons, The Young Bucks meet Y/n for the first time who is Sting’s daughter. The Bucks become obsessed with Y/n and end up fighting on who gets to go out with her. What happens when it becomes too much when Y/n is forced to pick between the two brothers? 

An: This took me a hot minute but I hope you like it. I kept switching points of views so I hope it’s not too confusing. I wanted to make this more detailed but it would be so long and I wanted to keep this as one part. Anyway hope you enjoy it! 

Revolution was quickly approaching and for some reason, Darby Allin and Sting still wouldn’t take us seriously. Although we didn’t want to do this we knew there was simply no other option. We had to get in their heads. As Sting was celebrating in the ring with his sons after becoming AEW tag team champions Nick and I attacked the men from behind. We beat all four men to a bloody pulp. Security tried to pry us off of Sting; but it was simply no use. As Nick and I made our escape through the crowd we got into an argument with a blond woman in the front row. She had blond curly hair and gorgeous green eyes I could get lost in. As beautiful as she was, she was acting like a total bitch. She yelled at us for attaching the men who now lied in a puddle of their own blood in the ring. Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about her. I asked security to find out more about this woman and I almost threw up in my mouth when I found out she was Sting’s daughter. 

“Remember that girl we saw in the front row?” I asked Nick as he was currently pacing around our office. “What about her? Are you going to try and sleep with her or something?” Nick asked me. “Yes and no. I was asking around and apparently, that’s Sting’s daughter!” “What? You saw her she’s gorgeous. No way in hell she’s his daughter!” I thought the same thing, she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, she looked nothing like Sting. “Apparently her name is Y/n. She will be at Sting’s final match. I was thinking what if we use her to get in Sting’s head?” I told my brother, hoping he would get my plan. “Are you sure you’re trying to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head or to get in your pants?” Truth be told, I was trying to play mind games with our opponents but sleeping with her would be a bonus point. 

As I was exiting the arena I surprisingly ran into Y/n. “Y/n! Wait up” I called to her. As she turned to see who called her it was almost like everything turned into slow motion. She spun so elegantly, her hair flowed gracefully. I was hypnotized by her beauty. My trance was broken when she called out “What the fuck do you want Jackson?!” Oh god, she was mad. “I just wanted to properly introduce myself, I think we started off on the wrong foot” The look on her face told me what I needed to know. She didn’t want to talk to me, especially after what I did. “Well as you know my name is Matthew Jackson and I am an executive vice president of all elite wrestling. I was wondering if uh…” I looked like an idiot standing here, I was rambling random nonsense making a complete fool out of myself. All Y/n did was stare at me like the big dumb idiot I am. Just then, as if the gods from above sent me a way to escape this awful interaction Saraya approached the two of us, dragging Y/n away from me. “There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Let’s go already, I’m starving” Saraya said as she was practically dragging Y/n away from me. Just then she turned around giving me a nasty look saying “Stay away from her Jackson, she’s mine!” 

****

That night as I returned to my hotel room I still couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. As I showered all I could think of was having her pressed up against the shower wall. My mind was filled with dirty fantasies, they were so strong. I tossed and turned in my sleep, all I wanted was her lying there next to me. Not necessarily in a dirty way but I wanted to hold her in my arms as she slept. I didn’t understand the chokehold she had on me, I had known her for all of five minutes and now I sat picturing the two of us as a happy married couple with four children. She even invaded my dreams, she wouldn't get out of my head. 

***

“Good morning sunshine, I made you breakfast in bed!” I opened my eyes to be greeted by my gorgeous beautiful wife. “Baby, you shouldn't have. I’m the one that is supposed to be making you breakfast in bed, you are the pregnant one” I told her “Well, I just wanted to remind you of how much I love you Matthew!” “I love you too Y/n!” The two of us exchanged a sweet kiss before I felt a kick. “Did you feel that! He kicked” I told Y/n excitedly" “I know, little Darby sure is a kicker” “Darby?” “Yeah, we agreed to call him Darby. Don’t you remember? You said we could call him Darby to remember him after the accident?” “The accident?” “Yeah, when you and Nicholas attacked him and my father in the ring. You KILLED them? Remember? You Destroyed my family, my life. I know you apologized and I forgave you but the least you can do is name our son after him?” 

I shot out of my bed in a cold sweat. I was struggling to breathe, what the fuck kind of messed up dream was that? Like what the fuck? 

***

I was in the middle of a peaceful slumber when I was rudely awoken by my cell phone. I checked the time and then my phone. Why was my brother calling me this late? I was almost three in the morning for god's sake, this better be important. 

“Matt you need to calm down, it was just a dream” I was trying to comfort my brother after he told me the weird nightmare he just had. How would he react if I told him that I was also dreaming of Y/n. My dream however was not fucked up, it was peacefull, calming, perfect. 

Y/n stood in the middle of a beautiful flowerfield wearing a beautiful white gown. She danced around the field without a care in the world. The two of us were alone; it was the two of us against the world. 

Once I was able to calm Matt down enough I tried to go back to sleep but was unsuccessful. After twisting and turning I decided I would look online to try and find out more information about Y/n. I was able to find out that she was 30 years old, lived in California and worked as an artist. Her art gallery was surprisingly a half hour from my house so I assumed she lived close to me. The work she did was magnificent, not only did she paint the most beautiful pieces I’d ever seen but she also used other mediums such as sculpting, sketching, and she even had a very impressive digital art collection. Knowing that I would be sure to bring it up the next time I saw her. Maybe I could ask her to make me something? I was pretty confident my interaction with her would go better than the one with my brother. 

I knew this would be a bad idea. Today I would ‘stumble’ into Y/n’s art gallery and shoot my shot. I walked into Y/n’s gallery and it was even more beautiful than the pictures online. The inside smelt like vanilla and white sage, the walls were scattered with different forms of art media and sculptures. As I admired the work on the walls I heard a familiar voice ask “Hi there, do you need help with anything or are you just browsing?” As I turned to face her I saw the shocked expression on Y/n’s face. “Oh Hi Nick!” I could feel myself blush. “Hi Y/n, I didn’t know you worked here?” I tried to play dumb but I was scared she could see right through me. “Yeah, actually this is my gallery” She said with a smile on her face. “Really? I had no idea you were an artist” “Yeah, well..there a lot you don’t know about me” I could tell by the look in her eyes that the smile on her face was genuine. I felt as if I was dreaming, I might be delusional but was she flirting with me? “Oh really?” I asked “I’m surprised Sting never mentioned he had a daughter that was an artist. I didn’t even know he had a daughter. Your work is beautiful.” “Thank you! He probably didn’t mention it because he still thinks this is a phase and not a real job. He still sees me as the ‘starving artist’ who can’t afford rent when I’m making more than he is.” I listened carefully to every word Y/n said, I studied her features as she spoke. The more I thought about it the more I got why Sting never mentioned Y/n before. She was absolutely gorgeous, those freaks backstage would throw themselves at her. Just then I almost choked when Y/n said “I’m actually thinking of closing up early today. Do you want to grab a few drinks later?” I didn’t drink, but how was Y/n supposed to know that. “I’d love to but I don’t drink, '' I told her. “Oh- well I make a good mocktail?” Make a good mocktail? Was she going to make me a drink? Was I going to her house? “Sure! I’d love that” “Perfect, put in your number and I’ll send you my address” I nervously put my number in Y/n’s phone, reading the numbers over and over again to make sure I put in the right thing. Once Y/n sent me her address I noticed that she only lived a few houses down from me. “That’s crazy, I live a few houses down from you!” “Really?” “Yeah really!” “Small world. I’ll see you in a hour? I just have to close everything up” “I’ll see you then!” 

***

I felt like a nervous teenager that was going on his first date with his crush as I approached Y/n’s house. It still blew my mind that she lived only a few doors down this whole time. How did we never run into each other before? I decided I would walk to the large corner house I had grown to love. It was massive, the whole property gated off with a security guard at the driveway. 

(An: Here are some pics of the inside of the house!)

I always imagined what this house would look like on the inside and now here I was with the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. As I walked into the house I felt like I had been transported back 50 years. The exterior of Y/n’s house was all modern but the inside looked like a 70s LA time capsule. My eyes were drawn to the massive conversation pit I could spot from the entrance. Everything was carpet, the decor was vintage but had many modern pieces that tied in beautifully. “Your house is gorgeous' ' I told Y/n “Thank you, I loved LA in the 70s. I wasn’t born but I have always been fascinated with the artichture from that era. When I saw this house on the market I knew I needed it but the outside was practically falling apart so I basically built another house around it to prevent these old walls from collapsing.” 

Y/n and I spent the whole evening talking and listening to old records. I was able to find out so much about her. How she moved out at 18 to Los Angeles with no support from her father. How she was no contact with her family for years as she tried to make it on her own in the big city. It looked like Y/n did quite well for herself. We talked for hours and I felt myself falling harder in love with her with every sentence she said. “Can I ask you something?” I asked Y/n as she put on a new record “Sure” “Do you hate me?” “Why would I hate you? I invited you over to my house?” “But I attacked your father and Darby?” “I’m over it. I was mad at first but I remembered he was kinda a jerk to me my whole life so. I was more mad you attacked my brothers. They were the only ones who actually cared about me. Tell your brother I’m sorry for yelling at him”  “So you don’t hate us?” “Nope” Well, that’s a sigh of relief. 

When I finally left Y/n’s I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling that washed over. God Matt was going to be so jealous. 

**

“What do you mean you went over to her house for drinks? You don’t even drink!!” I yelled at Nick. “She offered so I wasn’t going to be rude. And by the way, she makes a delicious mocktail.” I couldn't believe my own brother went behind my back when he knew I was the one who had a crush on Y/n. He said he didn’t even like her in that way. “I can’t believe you” “What? Is someone jealous?” “You know I am” “Well if it makes you feel better she said she isn’t mad at you and she wanted me to tell you she’s sorry for yelling at you the other day” Atleast Y/n wasn’t mad at me but I was still mad that she was all over my brother when she should be all over me. “I don’t care, I’m still mad at you” “It’s not my fault I stumbled into her gallery. It’s also not my fault she lives four houses down from me.” “WHAT?” “Yeah she lives on the corner. You know the house that always has security outside? That one” Okay, this wasn’t fair, he had the upper hand here. I didn’t fully believe him though. No way he ‘stumbled’ into her gallery. “You said you didn’t even like Y/n in that way!” “Maybe I changed my mind?” 

There was no way the both of us could have her. It could only be one of us. Nick and I decided we would have a little friendly competition to see who could win Y/n over. She would have to be the one to pick. 

***

“Okay, they are officially obsessed with you” Saraya told me as she pointed out yet another gift Matt had left me. “It’s a problem. They want me to pick between the two of them” I told Saraya. Saraya had been my best friend for years, we met when I designed a jacket for her when she first started out as a wrestler. I thought it was cute that Matt and Nick both had crushes on me but it got creepy fast when they wouldn't leave me alone. If I had to choose, I would choose Nick but if I did that I’m pretty sure Matt would jump off a bridge. “I don’t even know what to do Raya. They are actually driving me insane.” “Do you want me to say something?” “No, no I’ll talk to Nick. I actually like him but I don’t know if I want to go out with him with all of this going on.” “Well, Revolution is approaching soon. Maybe this whole thing will die down after that?” “Hopefully” 

****

I felt in my gut that what Matt and I were doing was causing more harm than good. We both wanted Y/n but what if after this she wanted none of us. I sat in my hotel room contemplating calling Y/n to try and apologize for everything but just as I was about to I heard a knock at my door. I went to open it and was shocked to see Y/n on the other end. “Can I come in?” she asked “Of course” I told her as I ushered her in the room. I could tell just by looking at her that something was wrong. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything that’s been going on recently. It’s gone too far and it needs to stop. We put you in a difficult position making you choose between us and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that Matt won’t stop bombarding you with gifts and calls. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this when you should be savouring these last moments with Sting in AEW.” I truly felt bad about everything. I thought about giving up and letting Matt have her but anyone with eyes could tell that Y/n wasn’t interested in Matt. 

“That’s actually what I came here to talk about. Look, Nick I do like you, I really do. Like a lot. The thing is Matt would go insane if he found out-” “He doesn’t need to know, it can be our little secret” “Nick, he would find out eventually. I don’t think it’s worth it. You two should stop obsessing over me and be focusing on your big match tomorrow. Whether you win or lose please do me a favor and make that match amazing. Even though I don’t have the best relationship with my father he deserves a big sendoff.” Y/n was right, this whole thing started with Sting and it was going to end with Sting. 

I noticed the tears start to form in Y/n’s eyes and I was quick to hold her close. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “It’s not your fault” “Yes it is. I just really like you Y/n. I have never met anyone that makes me feel the things I feel when I’m around you. When I saw you for the first time I knew I needed to know more about you, I needed you in my life in any form. After that night at the gallery I couldn't stop thinking about you. I don’t care about what Matt will do, I don’t care how Darby and Sting will probably murder me once they find out. All I care about is spending time with you. This doesn’t have to be a romantic thing but I need you in my life Y/n. As crazy as it sounds I think I’m in love with you” Shit, did I just admit that I loved her. Great job Nick, you scared her off. 

“I think I love you too,” Y/n admitted. It was so quiet I almost missed it. “Really?” “Really”     

I was at a loss of words, I didn’t know what to say so I kissed her. It was a delicate kiss but it would end up leading to much more. I didn’t intend to make love to her that night but fate had other plans. I had never experienced something like this in my entire life. Sure I had sex before, I fucked many women but I never quite made love before. This was passionate, delicate, it was filled with so many different raw emotions I couldn't even explain it. We cried, we laughed, we did everything in between and I knew that I would do anything for that woman. I would fight for us, I would do anything and everything if it meant I could have the honor to make such beautiful love to her. It was like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half. 

I felt safe, I felt at peace, this was my new home and I was grateful to be allowed inside. 

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I was still dreaming, that the universe was playing a cruel joke on me. But this wasn’t a dream, it was my new reality. The woman of my dreams lay next to me looking even more beautiful than she did the day I first met her. The sunlight shined on her sleeping body making her look like a goddess. Even though my body and mind was still filled with lust in the back of my mind I couldn't stop thinking about the things I would do to Sting tonight. I would end that man’s career. I would leave him lying in a puddle of his own blood, his lifeless body in the middle of the ring. Y/n would watch the whole thing, I would make sure of it. I wanted to break her heart, her soul just so at the end of the night I could make love to her and put it all back together. Sure Matt was the one that really loved her but I loved her in my own way. I loved the way she looked underneath me with tears in her eyes. I loved how she made me feel. The plan was always to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head right? That was our goal, fuck her and get in her head. Teach her that Sting is the bad guy, make her ours. 

It’s not my fault that Matt fell completely in love with her. I couldn't blame her, she truly was the most gorgeous woman I had ever met in my life. I just got to her first. I would have her brainwashed to serve me as her master. As much as I loved Y/n at the end of the day business is business. I hope she will forgive me for all of this. A part of me did truly feel bad but this was all Sting's fault. If he just took Matt and me seriously to begin with this would have never happened in the first place. I placed a delicate kiss on Y/n’s shoulder blade as I whispered in her ear “I’m sorry baby, I love you so much but I am going to kill Sting”