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madhatterbri · 2 months ago

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Heaven | N.J.

Summary: After Y/N saves Nick's life, new feelings start to come to light. 18+.

Author's Note: Mafia Nick consumes me. 🤷‍♀️ Also, pretend she healed and had a scar from the injury. Like quickly. Listen, I'm not in the medical profession.

Trigger Warning(s): Y/N gets shot.

Happy Dynamite Tuesday, everyone.

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts

Dynamics in their relationship changed the moment Y/N took a bullet for Nick. No one in the room would have expected it. They only knew each other because of a deal they made. She worked for him, and he kept her secret. It was so simple. Yet now things were so complicated.

His blue eyes darted to her as she lay on the floor. She writhed in pain. Her body formed into a ball as if expecting another shot. Nick immediately shot the man. His body fell to the floor. A pool of his own blood quickly surrounded him.

"Y/N, why would you do that?" Nick asked harshly. He tried to keep his feelings in check. No way could anyone see him lose his cool over her. If anyone found out, they could use her as if she was a weakness to him. Who was he kidding, he thought to himself, she was his greatest weakness.

Tears streamed down her face. Blood slipped between her fingers as she tried to shield the wound with her hand.

"I'm fine, Nick, I-"

His blue eyes appeared vacant. He was trying to shield out what was happening around him. Any expressions that were once on his face were long gone. Plenty of people died because of him, and he couldn't cope that Y/N could have too.

"Nick, your suit," she commented. Nick looked to see her blood staining the white material. He didn't care about that. Nick just wanted her to be okay. The only way she could be is if she stayed away from him. At that moment, he made a painful decision.

Malachi rushed her to a hospital. Nick couldn't step inside. A wanted man parading in a hospital would have been a field day for the LAPD. He waited in the limousine. They treated her wound, and she went home.

The fear and blame ate at Nick. Unable to cope with the fact that he nearly got the woman he loved killed, he broke off their deal. She was free to live her life. No longer tied down to the restraints of his world. Her secret was safe with him as was his. They would die without letting anyone know.

A month. He only lasted a month without her. At least, that's what she thinks. He still kept tabs on her. Nick would watch her from the limousine or have Malachi report back to him about her if he was busy. Finally, he manned up, and they talked.

They met in the back of one of the many shops he owned in Los Angeles. From the moment she stepped inside the room, there was a spark. A spark that only he could set off. They both knew they couldn't let the other go again. Nick took the first steps to ensure he wouldn't live without her again.

"If I asked you on a date, would you say yes because of our previous deal?"

"If you asked me on a date, would it only be because I saved your life?"

They stared into each other's eyes. The answer was very obvious between the two of them. There was something more between them. Something they had never felt for the other before.

Nick pulled all the stops to make the date night perfect, and it was. Things went so well that she ended up in his apartment. Y/N walked around slowly. She never expected to be back in his home.

He came up behind her. He held his head over her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist securely. The scent from her perfume nearly drove him crazy. "We don't have to do anything. I just want you close to me,"

His lips left her skin burning for more. Their clothes scattered around his luxury apartment. They ended up in his bedroom on his bed. Nick waited to see what she would do. When she started to deepen their kiss, all doubts about that night left his mind.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Nick," she told him. Her head moved to the opposite side to give him more access. "I want you,"

Nick felt his heart stop at her confession. He couldn't remember the last time someone told him that with no strings attached.

Her arms were around him. Fingers gripped his hair as they made out. His hands rubbed her body, focusing on her breasts. He teased her. Her moans muffled by his kisses. A hand slid down between her legs. He bit back a curse when she was wet for him.

Nick kissed down her jaw, neck, and to her shoulder. He stopped when her skin was no longer smooth. To his horror, he saw the bullet wound. Y/N noticed him pull away and starting to shut down.

"No, hey," she whispered. Her hand cupped his cheeks. Sad blue eyes stared into her. "I'm here, Nick. I'm alive. I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours,"

He simply nodded. Y/N was worried, but he continued to kiss her. Nick kissed down her body until he was between her legs. Each leg was placed over his shoulders. He parted her lips and worked her with his tongue.

With one hand, she balled the sheets beneath her. The other gripped his hair. Nick's tongue flicked her clit as he fingered her. Her pleasured moans filled the room. His tongue lapped at her. The tip paying extra attention to her clit. The last moan before she came was like music to his ears.

Nick sat up on his knees. His eyes watched her come undone. When she opened her eyes, he was licking his wet fingers. "Jesus, Nick,"

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this," he asked.

When she nodded, Nick slowly thrusted inside of her. Her eyes fluttered as he bottomed out. He kissed her. "You're perfect,"

Y/N told him to give her more. Her nails left light scratches on his back. This wasn't the fucking she'd expected out of him. It was sweet. He was sweet. Always checking on her and praising her.

When she reached her peak for the second time, Nick couldn't help himself. One last thrust, and he stilled while she was filled with him to the brim. He panted as he felt his own release take hold.

After a few moments, he lay next to her. His hand rested on his chest as he tried to catch his breath. The battle, if this was really happening, raged on in his mind. The moment her head lay on his chest and shoulder, the doubt left his mind. This was real. All of this was very real.

They fought sleep. Soft whispers in the night about their first time. Delicate kisses planted on the other's face and lips. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his soft snore. This was her heaven.

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years ago

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Could you do Nick Jackson x f! Reader? Maybe he wants to propose but everything goes wrong?

Pairing: Nick Jackson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Proposal gone wrong, Sad Nick, rain, teenage boys lowkey being annoying?

Imagines: Open

You looked so beautiful in Nicks eyes as the two of you walked down the beach. You laughed and kicked the sand around with your bare feet as he held onto your shoes.

Today was the day he was going to pop the question. Nick got some time off work so he could take you out on a nice vacation at a resort in the Bahama's. You both deserved it.

You stared off into the distance of the ocean, back facing Nick. Nick cleared his throat. "Y/N, I have something important to ask." He spoke up as he dug into his pocket and before he could even get down on one knee he heard someone from the beach yelling.

"Get inside! Get inside! The storm is coming!"

Nick realized what you were staring at, large dark clouds rolled in above them and fast. "Come on baby, lets go back to the hotel." You turned around, grabbing onto his hand and guided him back to the lobby.

Nick pulled his hand from his pocket, his heart thumping.

So the beach was a bust as the heavy rain came down and thunder boomed in the sky above. This was still a beautiful hotel. You both were already in your swim suits so Nick decided to take you to the pool that had a tiki bar in the middle of it. No one was in sight but the bartender, this was perfect.

"Y/N?" Nick cleared his throat, digging into his pocket as you were sitting in on a bench by the tiki bar. "I really need to ask-"

"Cannon ball!"

You and Nick looked over to see a bunch of young boys rushing to the pool only to jump in making water splash you and Nick. You laughed as you splashed the boys who were splashing each other.

"What did you want to ask, Nick?" You looked at your boyfriend only to frown. Nick's face was bright red, you could tell he was gritting his teeth by the way his claw clenched.

"Nothing. I'm going back to the room."

You watched Nick get out of the pool, leaving the pool area and down the hall. "I wondered what he wanted to ask me." You shrugged. "Bartender, a cocktail please." You waved at the worker with a smile.

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cy6err · 1 year ago

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welcome to my blog!

my name is cyber :) pronouns: she/her

get to know me ! pisces , i’m writing as a hobby. i also edit !! so basically i will write and edit. (maybe also share my thoughts) english isn’t my first language !

writing/editing requests: OPEN

who i write for !

• ethan landry

• jack champion

• sturniolo triplets

• walker scobell

that is currently all for now :)

extra ! feel free to leave requests (i’m dying for them) and i would love to meet new people/make friends/mutuals. 🤍

masterlist !

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⤷ First Look: Part 1 Part 2

⤷ Kisses

⤷ Fallen

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 9 days ago

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Hands Up

Summary: A little drabble with my favorite Buck.

Pairing: Nick Jackson x F!Reader

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

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

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon, sir. License and registration please”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hands on the hood, sir”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 4 months ago

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Nick Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 815

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

Warnings: None

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

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Moodboard is made by me specifically for @katries 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From: Laken

On our way back. She’s getting suspicious.

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

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

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

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

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coleskingdom · 1 year ago

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Hips and Thighs

Matt Jackson x female reader

Category Smut

Warnings explicit oral male receiving, p in v

Watching the closed circuit feed from the Bucks private locker room I’m about to start packing to head out. The interview with Kenny, grabs my attention but only briefly as I see Matt, his low slung gear on his hips and thighs, that little peek of the v and just a hint of what lays beneath. “Jesus” I sigh, eyes never leaving the screen. He and I had been together for years, and there were times still that i was still struck by pure lust for that magnificent man.

Matt and Nick walk back into the room, I’m standing with Nicks bag. “ Nick go change in Pages locker room. “ I said Nick looked to his older brother who smirked and shrugged . “Fine, shit Matt, you must really be in trouble if she’s throwing me out." Nick took his bag and walked out of the room. I went to the door to make sure it was locked.

“ Damn, I must be in trouble if your locking the door” Matt said “ You could say that, what was with the lowering of your gear for that interview “ I said “ You noticed, did you” he said. I nodded he leaned in and kissed me deeply. “ Did you see something you liked?” I nodded again this time taking his hand and leading him to the couch.

I kissed him again before settling on my knees in front of him, and removing his shoes and his gear he lifted his hips allowing me easier access to slide down the his pants. I lower my head and kiss his hip bones, and down the trail of fine dark hair and I lower my face and lightly lick the tip. "Fuck," he moans through his teeth.

I glance up and find him laser focused on what I'm about to do. I slowly move down to the underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue and then move up and down the length of his shaft, peppering it with light, gentle kisses before licking the rest. I love the way he tastes, the texture of his skin, it's intoxicating. His breathing grows louder and his hands have moved to my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp. Gently, I flick the tip of my tongue along his frenulum, back and forth, up and down, until I slowly creep my lips over his head and then I back off. “Fuck your killing me princess” And then it's just the sounds of his breathing and moaning. His self-control is the biggest turn on for me, knowing how easily he could take control and fuck my face, but he's given himself over to me, allowing me to play.I repeat the motion, teasing until I can't take it anymore, and then I slide him all the way into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I gag slightly, so I draw back and flatten my tongue.

His dick jumps and throbs in my mouth. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

I relish in the fact I am bringing him pleasure. Sliding him free from my mouth, I move to his balls, sucking and licking.It's intense the sounds coming from him, and I'm so turned on I can barely think straight.Taking him back into my mouth, I groan around his thick cock. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, " Princess, I’m going to need you to stop or I’m going to come in that perfect mouth” I nod my head sucking him deeper as he unloads into my mouth and I swallow every drop milking out his release. He removed himself from my mouth and pulled me up on to the couch with him. He kisses me again deeply. “now it’s my turn princess.” he says darkly “ take off your clothes and come here” I get up slowly doing a strip tease for him, he groans as I remove my bra and panties. I straddle his lap as his hand finds my wet center I moan as his fingers went to work teasing my clit, rubbing and pinching as his mouth went to my breasts. “Matt I need more” when he removes his hands. Suddenly I’m covering his dick as he thrusts up into me. "Wrap your legs around me" he instructs, and I do, and I'm so fucking full now as he moves to the edge of the couch.”You want to be the one to fuck me, princess?" “I nod my head as Matt moves his hand between us and artfully stimulates my clit, keeping his eyes focused on me the entire time. The moment is so fucking intimate, it makes my chest ache as I move up and down his length.No one has ever looked at me or worshipped me the way he does. When he moves his hands to my hips and begins to control the thrusts, I lean back and rest my hands on his knees. Undulating my hips, the more he thrusts, the more out of control I feel. I bring my hands to his shoulders and then wrap my arms around his neck, my front flush with his, my clit rubbing up against him in the most torturous way. His head dips as he takes a nipple into his mouth and bites down just enough for it to cause me pain, but in the most delicious way, before doing the same to the other. I try to hold off as long as I can, but it's impossible, I feel my orgasm cresting as my body tenses. My toes coil tight and I start coming around him, all over him.

"Fuck, Matt," I cry out as I try to catch my breath. “ That’s my good girl” as he keeps thrusting up beneath me, his dick swelling impossibly harder, and then he comes with a low guttural moan as my name passes his lips like a sacred prayer.His heart beats against my chest, matching my own, and when I pull back to look at his face, my breath catches all over again, before his lips take mine in a kiss.

“If this is what happens when you throw Nick out of the locker room, I’ll have him permanently moved to Pages” he says and I playfully smack him on the chest. “Let’s go shower, and change before Nick and Page pick the lock to make sure you are okay.” I say. “That’s an idea, but I’m gonna text them both and tell them they’re on their own tonight.” As he slaps my ass as we proceeded to head to the showers.

#matt jackson smut #aew smut

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daddyhausen · 2 years ago

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Can we get 1, 9, 10, 13 from the NSFW prompt list with Kenny Omega and both of the Young Bucks please and thank you

• strangers in the dark — the elite •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { kenny omega masterlist } | { matt jackson masterlist } | { nick jackson masterlist }

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{ summary } — their lust, raw and untamed. they set their sights on you and we’re going to have you by any means necessary

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } cnc, spanking, free use, degradation, sexual humiliation, group sex, face slapping, public sex, groping, car sex, fingering, corruption, dacryphilia male masturbation, oral sex { male + female receiving }, throat fucking, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotetcted sex, male + female orgasms, throatpie, internal cumshots, cumshots, facials, anal creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 1.7k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x kenny omega + matt jackson + nick jackson

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell l @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 1 } — i love it when you moan my name

{ 9 } — you can get louder, can’t you?

{ 10 } — look at what you do to me

{ 13 } — if you wanna cum you better beg

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the three of them had you surrounded

backed up against the car door, surrounded by empty vehicles in the seemingly lifeless gym car park

it was dark, the gym practically deserted at this hour

you’d seen them working out a mere hour previously,

having caught their names while they were chatting amongst themselves yet unable to fully distinguish who was who

you assumed the two brunettes were brothers, they looked similar enough

matt and nick, you heard the blonde one call them, yet you did not know which one was which

you felt their glances peer at you from time to time but thought nothing of it

unknowing that they had lust filled eyes for you

their eyes stared deep into you

scanning your flesh as if you were a simple piece of meat in their eyes

nick grabbed both your arms, locking them behind your back with one hand as he snuck behind you

a large palm fell to your right breast, groping the pillowy flesh underneath your sports bra

a smirk fell to his lips, a deep chuckle rumbled against the skin of your neck

“don’t be afraid of us angel, we just wanna have some fun with you”

nick pressed his hips against you, his erection evident against your ass

kenny and matt admired the boldness of the youngest of their trio

matt’s eyes fell to the waistband of your gym shorts, noticing the thin material beginning to soak through

without warning, he stuffed his hand into them

gathering your wetness onto the pad of his fingertips

adoring the way you writhed back against the feeling

hips almost instinctively grinding back against his younger brother’s cock

“looks like she’s enjoying herself, she’s fucking soaked”

matt pulled his fingers from beneath the fabric

bringing his soaked fingers to your tightly pressed lips

him having to pry the petal coloured buds open with his fingers

essentially forcing you to taste yourself

the sensation left you choking and sputtering around his fingertips

hot tears brimmed your water lines as he finally allowed you to breath

yet despite the burning sensation in your throat you enjoyed the taste of yourself

your teary eyes fell to kenny, who merely stood back and watched the scene unfold

his cock pressed firm against his sweatpants, the outline evident in the grey fabric

he made strides towards you slowly, the brothers still having their way with you

you doing nothing to stop their torment, thoroughly enjoying the way they held you in suspense

“look at what you do me”

he forced your head down, tightly gripping the back of your head so that you were now staring at his crotch

he pried the waistband of his sweatpants down, revealing just how hard he had become at the sight

before shielding his modesty once more

kenny reached into your gym bag, fishing around for your car keys

dangling them around in front of your eyes before tossing them to matt who promptly unlocked the car

nick handed you to kenny, who kept you firmly planted against his chest

entering the back seat and quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants

kenny’s lips instantly locking with yours, with surprisingly little resistance on your part

sure, the situation was not ideal

yet you could not seem to find yourself fighting back or rebutting

“now, princess…” kenny began, voice as dark and sultry as ever

“you gonna be a good girl for us and let us play with you?”

you nodded, far too eager given your current predicament

“good” he remarked

matt was far too impatient to get things started, fingers grasping at your thin sports bra

ripping the fabric clean in half

your breasts now exposed to their gaze

you gasped at the sudden chill of air that washed over your nipples

perking the sensitive buds up instantly

“matt be careful, you don’t wanna scare her off now do we?”

the younger looking of the two, who you had calculated must be nick, remarked to his brother, stroking his cock while his ocean blues stared you down

matt batted his long eyelashes with a display of faux innocence, toying with the ripped fabric between his fingertips

“oh sweet brother, you don’t have to be a gentleman” matt remarked, flailing his hands in a mildly exaggerated manner

“kenny said we could be rough with her” matt’s words made your blood run cold, although you were not sure if with fear or anticipation

“besides, she deserves it after that little show she put on for us back there”

what show?! the last thing you remember doing were squats in the mirror and it surely was not for their enjoyment

“oh yeah…you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you, angel?” nick interjected, through a groan

“teasing us with that pretty little ass of yours-“

“enough talk” the blonde, kenny had forcibly turned you around, pushing you to your knees

the gravel was coarse against your knees, making you wince poking the skin as he held your head still, facing nick’s cock

kenny’s fingers knotted in your scalp, slowly pushing your face closer to nick’s crotch

“let’s see how much of a slut she really is”

kenny forced your head down, lips pried open by the tip of nick’s cock

the youngest of the three quickly asserting his dominance, taking your head from kenny’s grasp as you whimpered and choked around his surprisingly large size

“shit, look at her! i’ve never seen a slut more hungry for cock” matt remarked despite your obvious attempts to free yourself

feeling utterly humiliated under their gaze

kenny and matt sat back for a moment, simply watching the sight unfold

the blonde reached into his sweatpants, prying his cock from the thick fabric, pre-cum coating his tip as he slowly began to pump himself

matt felt himself grow hard, secretly wishing you were choking on his cock instead of his brother’s

nick gripped the car door, his knuckles burning bone white with pleasure

quickly he pried your head up, at least allowing you to breathe for a moment

“nick…” you whimpered, more like a plea than a statement of his name as air finally entered your lungs

hot tears rolled down your cheeks, begging for the torment to stop

nick’s cock twitched at the sound of his name leaving your puffy lips

aroused at how well it rolled of your tongue

“i love it when you moan my name, angel”

he was quick to resume his movements

stuffing his cock down your throat just as quickly as he pried it out

kenny thought it was his turn to interject

offering matt a parting glance for the moment as he stood behind you

the blonde propped you up, now standing slightly, mouth still full with nick

kenny, doing as matt had previously done and ripped your gym shorts clean in half

he motioned for the older brother to join him, matt’s eyes lit up at the direction

“eat her out while i fuck her ass”

matt’s smirk only grew upon kenny’s instructions

positioning himself underneath you, your folds laced with your wetness, he could practically smell how sweet you were

stroking his cock as the tip of his nose nestled in between your folds

kenny lined his cock up with your puckered hole, not even bothering to at least use his spit as lube

he wanted to force his cock deep into you, feel how well your tight hole takes his size

he wanted to hear you scream and beg for even a shred of mercy

kenny filled you deeply, even with some resistance from your tiny hole

your mildly pained screams muffled around nick’s shaft, he was mesmerised by the sound of your cries

matt wasted no time, diving in tongue first, adoring the way you tried to desperately to pry your cunt away from his tongue

it proved futile as it only sent your back against kenny’s cock

“c’mon, princess. you can get louder, can’t you?”

kenny mocked as both brother’s lungs filled with sadistic laughter

matt’s tongue vibrated against your cunt, sending shockwaves down your thighs

nicks cock throbbed in the back of your throat, signalling his end nearing

and you must admit, despite the mental turmoil, you adored the way kenny’s cock stretched out your puckered hole.

“oh fuck-“ nick came down your throat with no warning,

his hot seed feeling like it was filling your lungs with the amount he had released.

he pulled out of your throat, the sound of your choked moans was heavenly, like a choir of angels.

“shit i think she’s close-“ matt remarked, adding his index and middle finger to aid in your pleasure

pumping your swollen cunt while his tongue teased your aching clit

nick harshly slapped your cheek, the buildup of colour burning your flesh

repeating the action until your skin stained pink with his hand print

“if you wanna cum, you better beg, sweetheart”

matt’s breathy words fluttered delicately against your clit despite how violently he was eating you out

kenny offered harsh slaps to your ass, a form of motivation for himself to cum as he watched the flesh jiggle with each slap and thrust he gave

“please…please…”

your begs sounded so hopeless and pathetic, just the way they loved it

kenny was quick to fill you up, his seed dripping from your puckered hole as he pulled out

such a delicious sight it was

matt grew impatient with your lack of orgasm up until this point

increasing the speed and force of his fingers as well as his tongue

he could not help but cum himself

his cum splashing onto your stomach

dripping down your thighs and cunt in small beads of white

“fucking cum you stupid whore, he hasn’t got all night”

nick slapped your cheek once more, the initial sensation made your cunt quiver around matt’s tongue

eventually spilling over, sweetness glistening in his dark beard as he drank you in

the three of them stood around as you lay helpless and naked in the gravel

staring you down like vicious wolves after using you

“what shall we do with her now?” kenny questioned the brothers as they tried to regain her breath

matt turned to his younger brother, shrugging at the blondes question

“lets take her home with us” nick proposed

“i bet she’ll be very useful to us”

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Talk to Me (18+)

Jey Uso x f/Reader

Dominik Mysterio x f/Reader

Nick Wayne x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Each part will have unprotected sex. Cum in pussy. 1) voyeurism. Elevator sex. 2) oral (f receiving) a bit of hair pulling. 3) Riding. Biting.

All requested by anonymous . Hope you all like it.

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B1: Extensive talking during foreplay/sex

1: Jey Uso x f/Reader

We couldn't keep our hands to ourselves as we were in the elevator, taking it up to the floor where my hotel room is.

Her leg was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to her as I grinded my jean covered cock against her.

"I'm not wearing any panties." She muttered against my lips, forcing a small groan to fall from my lips as imagined her not wearing any while we were out to to dinner with out friends.

"Jey, please, I need you inside of me." She whined just as the elevator came to halt, and an announcement over the intercom coming on saying we would be here awhile.

She reached down between our bodies to undo my pants.

"I am not waiting. Please Jey, take me."

I groaned as she started to beg me as her hand wrapped around my cock, jerking it off.

"How can I resist such a plea?" I asked as I moved her hand aside, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, pushing in slowly.

I watched her face as she took my cock inch by inch in her pussy. Her mouth hanging open slightly, as I pushed the final inch inside of her.

Soft whines came out of her mouth.

"That's it babygirl. You feel so good wrapped around me." I told her as I pulled back and thrust back inside of her.

"You like this don't you? Knowing that someone could be watching us right now." My hips sped up at the thought of some perv jerking off at the two of us.

I chocked as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock at my words.

"Come on baby, yes squeeze me." I moaned as I leaned in and bit her neck, soothing the bite with my tongue as I changed my angle just a bit, making her cry out of my name.

"Say my name again baby." I moaned, feeling how close I was.

"Jey."

"Again!" I demanded, hoping they can hear her moan my name.

"Jey, oh fuck, Jey." Her head flung back against the wall.

"Come for me baby. I need you to," I didn't even get the final word out as she came, her pussy squeezing my cock as her body gently shook.

I followed right behind her, groaning her name as I looked right into the camera.

"Come on baby, say hi to whatever audience we may have." I grabbed her chin, and turned her head up as I thrust into her one last time, making sure she got ever drop.

♣︎

2) Dominik Mysterio x f/Reader

Turning Dominik on doesn't take much.

A few simple words and he is a right puddle in my hand.

Just like now as I am laying in our bed, and he is about to head out to go train, but I have other ideas.

"Dom, please baby." I whined as I watched him gather is stuff for training.

"You know I have to go." He said without looking over at me.

"But I need you Dom." I said as I flung the blanket off my body, spreading my thighs, just as he turned around to say something else.

His eyes zoned in out soaked pussy, as I trailed my hand down my body, over his old t-shirt I was wearing and started to finger myself.

"I need you inside of me. I can only cum with you." I whimpered as I leisurely thrust a finger in and out of me.

He dropped his workout bag as I walked towards me. "I want your mouth on me."

Dominik nodded his head in agreement, already pussy drunk and he hasn't even touched me yet.

"Come and taste me Dom." That was all he needed as he practically dived between my spread legs, his firm hands holding me down as he started to eat me out, making me cry out his name as he quickly brought me to the edge.

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"Right there Dom." I moaned as he fucked me from behind.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I cried out as I am on the brink once more."

Dom was quietly moaning my name throughout all of this.

His phone was on his nightstand, going crazy with calls and text messages from his friends, wondering where he was.

"Pull my hair." I demanded, knowing it would be what I needed to finish this one last time.

Dom didn't disappoint as he wrapped my hair around hid closed fist and tugged, not too hard, but enough for a pained whimper to leave my lips as I came for the last time today.

"Dom, baby, inside. Cum now." I called out, wanting him to cum at the same time as me.

Dom never disappoints to listen to me, my eyes going wide as he filled my pussy with his cum.

It felt like an eternity until he finally stopped coming and pulled out.

"Now you can go and train." I told him as I rolled out of bed to go and shower.

I stopped at the door frame to out washroom.

"You can join me."

I giggled as I heard his feet hit the ground to join me in the washroom.

♣︎

3) Nick Wayne x f/Reader

"You like that?" I asked her as she rode me, my face buried in chest as I nipped her skin there. She nodded her head yes.

Her bouncing in my lap had me gritting my teeth so I didn't come so fast.

"You're pussy feels amazing baby." I said kissing up her neck.

"You feel amazing Nick." She whined making me smile against her skin.

I rolled us over, holding her against my body as I fucked her into the mattress.

"Tell me what you want." I said.

"Nick." She cried out after a hard thrust.

"I'm right here gorgeous. Tell me what you want."

"Faster." My pace instantly picked up at her request.

"Like this baby? Or Harder?"

"Faster, harder, please just fuck me." She cried.

"I got you."

The only sounds you could hear in the room was my cock going in and out of her drenched pussy.

"Cum for me. I can feel her squeezing the shit out of me. Cum, now!"

She let out a load moan as she came, her pussy squeezing even tighter around my cock if that was even possible.

I followed right behind her, groaning her name as I stilled and came. Her pussy fluttering around my cock, truing to squeeze every last drop out of me.

"That was incredible." She gasped as I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her pussy.

"Yeah, it was. Want to go again?"

She gently slapped my chest, laughing while saying my name.

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they hate each other and there's just one bed - part 1

A/N: So good god agentrry is finally here. Don't worry my loves this is just part 1. I had a a lot more written but word erased like 2k words I think ugh I'm sad. enjoy this anyways

Pairing: Agent!Harry Styles x Agent!Reader (female)

Word count: around 3.6k

TW: none much just swearing lots and lots of swearing, pretend wives and husbands mentions of killing trash acting jealous harry and one bed

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Harry wants to kill her. Might just do it today.

“Stop glaring at each other, for god’s sake! This is supposed to be a pretty simple thing. Please don’t end up fucking killing each other before the mission is over.” Nick stated, raising a single eyebrow in a very matter of fact and totally Nick manner.

Nick Jamison was the captain of the Special Forces unit of SWAT, kept securely in the shadows (a bit like S.H.I.E.L.D. if you ask me, just much smaller), of which both Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles were part. They worked seamlessly together except for one bump on the road.

Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles hate each other.

Plain and simple right there.

The reason, you ask? A plethora of reasons. Y/N thinks Harry’s “way too motherfucking cocky” and that he should “get his stupid curly head out of his British ass.” She thinks all his niceness is just for show, and that he’s a total fake.

Harry Styles has the same things to say. According to him, “who the fuck does she think she is? Running around like she’s a goddamn saint.”

Nick’s hot take on the matter: “those two morons didn’t develop past their primary school phase where you push and pull the person you like because you don’t know how to deal with feelings. Plain and simple right there.”

I guess you know understand that even though they’ll work exceptionally together, they won’t willingly do it but they’re great together, so they have to you know.

This brings us here.

There was a slippery drug cartel that needed to be busted, but the unit had been struggling with getting the owner for months, and now finally, there was a way in.

“Dominic Vasquez is an eel. Snaky, slippery, and awfully hard to catch. We’ve been trying to find a suitable opening for a long time and finally have one.” Nick briefs Harry and Y/N, who is sulking in their seats.

“What opening? Please just spit this shit out, Nicky. I don’t really have the patience for your dramatics right now.” An annoyed Y/N remarks for the first time after entering the meeting room. As usual, both had been called in, not informed they would be doing a mission together, and the complaints and whining had begun. All they had done after acknowledging (scowling) each other was roll their eyes while glaring at each other through their director’s words.

A slight noise of agreement comes from the other agent in the room. Nick heaves a heavy sigh as he gestures vaguely at his prize pupils. “Look, you two, it’s paining me to breathe in all this sexual tension. Get a lid on it or go fuck it out. Please don’t drag me in it. Let me fucking finish.”

Their attention has been successfully piqued, all their pissiness vanishing as irritation and slight embarrassment settle on their features.

After an eye rollTM, the director gives all the information to the agents, who’re now listening as promptly as they’re ignoring each other. “His annual gala is next week, and that’s really the only opening. You are supposed to be new members, so you’ll be informed of that soon. You both will go in a day prior, get settled in. The whole thing is held at his mansion in Milan. You must find his office, grab evidence, and get out while being under the pretence of visitors. Simple.”

Harry is the one who speaks up this time, a sceptical eyebrow raises to accompany his words. “Why do I have a feeling there’s more to this?”

Nick sighs again like it’s hurting him to just breathe. “You’re going in as a married couple, Mr Andrew Jackson and Mrs Amelia Jackson.”

Y/N and Harry erupt in groans and protests of “why does this always happen” and “why do you always do this” in reference to the fact that they’d been in a few assignments previously where the both of them had to play a couple.

(Nick won’t say this out loud ever, but he thinks they’d make a damn great couple, so he keeps trying to push them together invisibly. Besides, they have great chemistry, so it really makes everything more believable.)

“Stop whining and get to it, Jesus Christ.”

. . .

. .

“Can you shift your fucking elbow?” Harry grunts in anger at his companion. Without looking up from the magazine in her hands, Y/N raises a single eyebrow at him, making absolutely no move to adjust her position.

Scoffing at the reply he received, or the lack thereof, the man shoves her elbow off the hand rest prompting an eye rollTM and an irritated groan from the agent beside him.

Surprisingly, Y/N doesn’t push him back because she’s too tired to deal with his shit at 6 in the fucking morning. Besides, it’s bloody December, so she just agitatedly pulls in her arms and continues to skim through the pages.

The next 2 hours or so are filled with glaring, under-the-breath grumbling and all sorts of gestures to annoy the other, but they thankfully make it out of the plane and to the hotel in one piece.

Harry shamelessly winks at the receptionist who’d just asked what name the room was under as Y/N rolls her eyesTM. “Jackson. Andrew Jackson sweetheart.” The girl blushes and giggles, quickly retrieving the key card.

“Jesus at least pretend like you have a wife,” Y/N mutters to her man-whore of a partner once they get inside the elevator. Harry’s lips tilt up in response, that infamous smug smirk coming out to play as he taunts her. “Why wifey, not getting enough attention, hmm? Jealousy isn’t that good of a look on you, sweetheart.”

“Please you’re too self-involved. I’m worried you won’t be able to keep it in your pants long enough to not fuck up my mission.” She scowls. Harry has the decency (or gall, whatever you will) to look offended at the comment. “Our mission and oh please miss goody to-shoes you know as well as I do that, I’m clearly the more responsible one out of the both of us. I’m not stupid enough to jeopardise our mission just because I wanted to get my dick wet.”

Y/N retorts just as the elevator doors open. “Aren’t you though, dear?” With his mouth gaping and the doors closing, he realises she just snatched the key card out of his hand.

The brunette hastily moves to catch up with her while she opens the door. Nick had actually booked them a suite and “it has two big beds, I swear!” However, the suite in question was slightly different from what was promised.

One single, king-sized bed stares back at them from the centre of the luxuriously decorated room.

Y/N breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

A deep groan emits from Harry as he rubs his eyes annoyedly.

“Screw you I’m taking the bed.” Before she could even think of saying something, Harry deposits himself on the bed, all gangly limbs as he sighs in satisfaction. She clenches her teeth and marches over to the bed, glaring at him with her arms crossed. He turns and grins up at her infuriatingly, “Can I help you with something, wifey?”

She shifts gears and gives him a saccharine smile. “Yes actually. How about you cuddle me to sleep, dear?” Harry’s brow furrows in mild disgust and he doesn’t even get a word out before Y/N is beside him with her arms wrapped around his lean body, fully flopping on top of him. He flails around like her touch burned him and knocks her over to the other side of the bed where she snickers at him. With a swift kick, Harry’s on the floor and Y/N has spread out starfish on the sheets.

He climbs back up to try to take control of the bed again, but Y/N just won’t let that happen. They wrestle each other and she’s just about to punch Harry when the doorbell rings. Her hand freezes a few inches away from his scowling face, both of them scrambling to fix their rumpled clothing. She stumbles off where she’d planted herself on his abdomen and opens the door while Harry shifts around to make it seem like he was just relaxing on the mattress.

The bellboy is standing in the hallway, holding their bags as he smiles at her maybe a little too amicably. “Hey yeah you can put them in here.” Y/N leads him inside the room. He puts down the suitcases and glances up to find an intimidatingly handsome man lounging on the bed, watching him with narrowed jade eyes.

Without taking his gaze off the boy, Harry calls to Y/N who was turning on the electric kettle at the side of the room. “Baby, can you come here for a second, please?”

“Yes, honey?” Y/N replies as she comes to stand at his side. She should get a fucking Oscar for how great she played along right there. Her ‘husband’s hand comes up to rest on her thigh as he lazily smiles at her. “Tip the boy darling, then can we please take a nap, hmm?”

With her back turned to the steward, she raises her eyebrows at his antics, quickly moving to retrieve her temporary husband’s wallet. “Sure honey.”

Harry’s scowling at the bellboy as he leaves.

“If you need anything mam, I’ve been Aaron. Don’t hesitate to call, I’ll be right here.” Y/N quickly shoos him away rolling her eyesTM at his attempt of shooting his shot. Harry is still scowling. “I’ve been Aaron. Don’t hesitate to call, mam.” He mocks in a high-pitched accented voice.

“Look who’s jealous now, dear. You seriously felt threatened by a bellboy, Styles? That’s how weak your ego is?” The agent scorns the notion, switching the subject smoothly.

“Fuck that. Grab a chair, we’re running over the plan.”

. .

Y/N is just about ready to stab him with the fork in her hand.

“If you don’t stop smirking and start acting like a goddamn husband, I swear to god I will rip out your carotid,” Harry smirks, of course, he does.

“Gonna use your teeth, sweetheart? Never would have taken you to be that kinky.”

He should be thankful the waiter arrives right that moment or he would have ended up one major artery down.

The waiter looks at Y/N, completely disregarding the man with her as he asks for her order. “Good afternoon mam. What will you be having today?” He very sweetly asks to which she gives him a tight but polite smile. She can just barely hear Harry mumble under his breath, “Definitely none of your bullshit.”

“I think I’ll just go with the mushroom risotto. Thank you.” Harry clears his throat, finally gaining the waiter’s attention. The guy has the nerve to look irritated at Harry’s intervention, which piques the agent further.

“If you’d be willing to pay attention to me, I would like a cheese ravioli, thank you.” Upon receiving death eyes from the man, the waiter quickly nods and runs but not before flashing a smile at Y/N.

An eyebrow is already raised when she fully turns in her partner’s direction. “Seriously, Styles? Again?” He rolls his eyesTM, scoffing at her insinuation and yet again opting to ignore her remark.

“Shut up. Give me your hand.” She grouses at the sheer duality of the statement, lips curling in annoyance.

“What? Why would I ever do that?”

“Shutting up or giving me your hand?” Harry mutters with a boyish grin. The dimples alone make it seem like he was just flirting playfully. “Come on, wifey. Pay your husband some attention.”

It clicks to Y/N suddenly that they’re supposed to play pretend and she’d somewhat lost track of the notion. She huffs quietly and slips a hand into his ringed one, watching as he brings it up to his lips.

A strange shock goes through her as Harry’s jade eyes meet hers and his lips softly brush over her knuckles like he was glad to be allowed this close. He laces their fingers together, giving her a moony smile, she would’ve swooned over him if he wasn’t a douche. She returns it with just as much sentiment.

“I have never wanted to end your existence more.” “Trust me I feel the same.”

. .

. . .

Fortunately, the waiter made it out alive.

Harry is not a violent person generally but after today Harry swears, he has never longed to put a bullet in someone’s head more.

During the one hour or so, Y/N and Harry spent at the restaurant, that damn waiter kept making passes at Y/N while ignoring Harry’s presence at the table. So much so that he made her uncomfortable. Now Harry may hate her guts but that does not mean he’ll sit and watch a moron try to objectify his companion. Moreso make her uncomfortable as she sat with her husband?

So, when he interrupted their sweet moment to present their meals and make a comment about how the madam looked much more ravishing than the food, it’s safe to say Harry may have lost it a teensy bit.

I’m not saying Harry got up under the stance of gonna run to the loo real quick and whispered in the waiter’s ear to dare and make one more remark on my wife, or that he’ll gut you like the fish on that table. I’m not saying that he sat and glared at the terrified man with satisfaction or smirked when Y/N told him to keep it in check. I’m also not saying he replied I’m your husband baby it’s my job.

But then again, I’m also not saying he didn’t.

“Jesus Harry, that poor guy was petrified. Did you really have to?” Y/N gets out in a fit of laughter as they get in the hotel elevator. Harry titters along with her, shaking his head and announcing in an overly posh British accent. “I’m your husband baby, it’s my job!”

She collapses into giggles again but for some reason this time, Harry stands and stares with something akin to fondness at her glee. She wipes under her eyes, raising a questioning brow at his gaze. “What? ‘ve I got something on my face?”

“No, nothing.”

. .

“Fuck you, Styles.”

“You wish, Y/L/N.”

She huffs and stomps and smushes his face into the pillow in her hands in a failed attempt at asphyxiation. He chortles.

“Let me take the bed, Styles, don’t be a dick come on.” Y/N tries one more time, but the man just turns, sighs, and goes spread eagle on the mattress.

After lunch, they discussed their plan some more and went around Dominic Vasquez’s mansion to scout out the area. Nick had given them a blueprint of the property so that they could mark down possible exit routes and things like that. That is what they’d spent the rest of the day doing but now it’s 11 and they really need to sleep.

Upon receiving zero replies from the man spread on the bed, Y/N sighs heavily. She was stubborn as fuck sure but then again, she wasn’t gonna keep fighting and risk having him blow up uselessly.

Turning off the lights, she tiredly crawls onto the stiff couch. Harry’s already snoring, and she can’t even get comfortable.

She tosses and turns as the clock tick’s midnight, but sleep is a fever dream. She chucks her pillow onto the carpet, quickly following after it. The floor might be a better option than the couch.

. . ��

. .

It’s been 1876 seconds and Harry snores 4 times every minute and it’s been 30. The floor is hurting her back.

Y/N gives up on sleep altogether, getting up and turning on the one lamp placed on the oak table in the room. A warm buttery light surrounds that corner of the room. She looks over her shoulder to see if it disturbed Harry but he was still snoring.

He looked almost adorable like this. Messy curls strewn over his forehead, chest rising with soft subdued breaths. His features were relaxed, free of that furrow he gets in his brows when he’s ticked off.

Her lips quirk up the tiniest bit but she doesn’t indulge in it any further. Y/N gently pulls out the chair with a sigh, plopping down on it and flipping open the case files. Might as well work.

“Y/L/N. Y/L/N wake up! Wake up, Jesus.” Y/N can just make out a deep, accented voice mumbling and a hand shaking her shoulder gently. “Y/L/N come on you idiot.”

She rises slowly, groaning out a sigh. She tips her head back to find Harry standing above her, sleep smeared over his face.

“Why the fuck are you sleeping on the table?” She learns that Harry’s voice becomes much deeper and raspier when he wakes up and she doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge.

“I-I was sleeping on the couch first but then I tried the floor cause the couch was very stiff but then like the ground was stiffer so I tried to do some work and I think I might’ve fallen asleep? What time is it?”

“Oh yeah, no shit Sherlock. It’s around 1:17 something. You can-you can uh come sleep on the bed. It’s large enough for like 3 people and we both need sleep so you can take one side, I guess.”

Y/N raises her eyebrow. “You’re sure? You know what, I’m not even gonna question it. Get outta the way, motherfucker.”

Harry mutters something along the lines of why did I let her sleep in my bed but does nothing as she wriggles under the unmade side of the bed. Y/N’s eyes are already drooping as he gets under the covers on his side.

“Stay on your fucking side, Y/L/N. I mean it please.”

She hums out an unintelligible response.

Harry doesn’t remember when he fell back to sleep but the last thing, he did remember that night was his partner’s arm extending away from her face where it had been previously and landing next to his, their pinkies now wrapped together.

. .

He feels warm. It’s not the fuck I’m burning it’s too much kind of warmth but rather the toasty welcomed kind. The one where you’re curled up under a blanket watching a movie with your cat at your feet, a fire cackling gently by the side, sweet candles burning, and an even sweeter girl in your arms.

Harry’s emerald eyes blink open heavily. There’s a weight in his arms and it’s 4 am. The weight shifts. It also sighs and cuddles closer to Harry. He finds the weight is actually a person. The person is Y/N and it’s pleasant.

Harry falls back to sleep.

. .

. . . .

. .

She feels warm. It’s not the ah it’s burning kind of warmth but rather the welcomed toasty kind. The one where you’re snuggled up under the covers watching a movie with your cat at your feet and there’s a fire cackling gently by the side, sweet candles burning and an even sweeter boy, holding you in his arms.

Y/N’s eyes blink open heavily. There’s a weight on top of her and it’s 8 am. The weight shifts. It also sighs and snuggles tighter around Y/N. She finds the weight is actually a person. The person is Harry and it’s very unpleasant.

Y/N squawks and throws him down.

“What in the Jesus Christ-” Harry gapes from the floor, having been woken up suddenly. He looks up and there she is holding her pillow like a weapon. Is she serious?

“Why the fuck were you cuddling me?”

“Why the fuck would I cuddle you?”

“I do not fucking know! You were the one on top of me!”

“You were the one on my side!”

“Well, someone crossed over!”

“You did!”

“Oh no, you were the one who started it!”

“Shut your bitch ass up, you started it, Styles!”

“Oh, please Y/L/N, you are the last person I would want to snuggle with. I may be a touchy person but I’m not that desperate-”

“Oh, you’re a man-whore so you better jus-”

Someone’s phone rings.

It’s Nick.

There’s silence.

Then there’s scrambling.

Y/N snatches up the phone and answers it.

“Hey yeah hi. Good morning, Nick, how’re you doing this fine morning?” She awkwardly asks her director and Harry just crouches on the floor, his head in his hands.

“Y/N what did you do? It’s not even 9 yet. Why are you answering Styles’ phone? Did you two finally fuck it out or like-”

“Nick! Please. What do you want?”

Harry leans against the bed like he’s in pain (might as well be) because he can very well listen to the conversation going on, on the phone.

Nick heaves a sigh on the other side. “I just wanted to ask you two how it’s going and inform you from where you’d be collecting your clothes for tonight.”

They straighten up and look at each other. Down to business.

“There’s this cute boutique downtown, owned by a sweet lady called Juliana. Now, she is doing me a big favour by entertaining your asses-”

“Oh, now come on that’s not fai-”

“Shut up Y/L/N and let me finish. Have no manners I swear to god.”

Before Y/N can open her mouth to complain some more (she always whines like this but Nick never says anything, not to her) Harry snatches his cell back and clears his throat.

“Now movin on. You’ll go to her no late than noon and take your pick from whatever options she has. Don’t bother her too much.”

“You sweet for her, Nicky?” Harry snickers, sneaking a look at Y/N who’s doing the same.

“Sure like you are for that wife of yours, huh Styles?”

Nick ends Harry and the call.

#harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic recs #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x reader angst #harry styles x reader smut #agentrry #agent!harry styles #spy!harry #spy harry styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles enemies to lovers #harry styles angst #harry styles x y/n

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littleoddwriter · 1 year ago

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[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

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Dead Poets Society

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Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

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Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU)

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

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Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

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Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

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mystic-story-lover · 2 years ago

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Hello! I read your Matt Jackson one shot and I really liked it. It made me want to send in a request of my own: An enemies to friends to lovers involving female!reader and baby face!Adam Cole please? Thanks!

~Do You Hate Me~

Adam Cole x female!reader

Word Count: 1577

Warnings: Swearing, description of injury, Adam being a dick

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Adam’s been a dick to you for so long, and you never understood why.

A/N: Hey there, thank you so much for the kind words about my previous story! Hopefully this fills what you were liking for, and I hope you enjoy it as well.

(Gif Is Mine)

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To say that you’d never gotten along with Adam Cole would be the biggest understatement of the year. He didn’t give you an explanation for why he looked at you with distaste, but he made plenty of snarky comments about you. Sometimes, you’d thought about asking him why he hates you, but you stopped yourself because it’d be better to avoid him. At least then he wouldn’t start a fight with you. Maybe you said something to him once, you weren’t sure. Not even the Young Bucks knew why he acted the way he did when you came around.

“Are you excited?” The deep voice caught you by surprise, disrupting your thoughts, and you turned around to see your best friend Jay White.

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckle at him when you see him smile at you.

“Just a tad. Hey, is Cole still giving you problems?” He questioned, a present frown growing on his face.

A groan erupted from your chest as you were reminded that he would be at the event tonight. “Unfortunately, yeah he is.”

“Maybe I’ll beat some sense into the fool.” Jay chuckled again before raising his hand to ruffle your hair.

“Don’t you mess with it, she’ll kick your ass.” You hear a voice coming from behind Jay, and turn to see another member of the Bullet Club, El Phantasmo.

“You got what you deserved last time,” you chuckle looking at the taller man. “I warned you not to mess with it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” He sighed dramatically before walking over and wrapping you in a tight bear hug.

While distracted by the hug, you didn’t hear Adam approach the three of you, so you were caught off guard when you saw his damp hair in front of you. Thankfully, he had his back to you, which would give you a chance to escape before he could spot you.

“So, Y/n,” Phantasmo started before receiving a glare from you. “What are you most excited for in–” He quickly stopped talking when you punched him in the arm, but it was to late. Cole scoffed before he turned around glaring daggers into you.

“Yeah, Y/n, what are you excited for?” You rolled your eyes at the way he worded the question, and you didn’t even have to look to know that Jay would be wearing an angry expression.

“Well, Adam, she has to be looking forward to her match, because she’ll be worth watching.” Phantasmo spoke up, only to bow his head when Adam looked his way.

“No, you don’t get to do that Cole. Phantasmo is a friend, and you don’t get to take out whatever frustrations you have with me out on him. And for the record, I’m excited for Jay to kick your ass tonight. You clearly see who I’m voting for.” You use your thumb to point to the Bullet Club logo on your jacket, and smirk at Adam, who returned his gaze to you.

When Jay offered you a spot in Bullet Club, you accepted within seconds of his question. It meant that you’d be travelling between Japan and AEW more often, but jet lag was never something you feared.

“Whatever, I’ll see you out there Jay.” Adam spoke before walking off, brushing his shoulder roughly with yours.

Sighing, you shook your head, and walked off in the other direction towards the guerilla. You were to be walking out with the club for each of their matches. For Jay’s match however, you were strictly going to join the commentary team.

When you spotted both Matt and Nick in guerilla, you knew that their match would be next, and that El Phantasmo and Hikuleo would be there any moment. As you turn to speak to the boys, you notice Hiku walking over, so you give him a nod and a smile to greet him. Seconds after that, Phantasmo appeared behind you, waving to everyone in the group.

“Jay mentioned that you were going to commentary?” Phantasmo questioned looking at you.

“I’ll be there for his match yeah.” You replied.

“What about this one?” Nick asked as he bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“You’ll see me at ringside. I can’t miss out on seeing the Young Bucks wearing Bullet Club gear for the last time ever.” You giggle as both boys smile and pose. When you hear their music begin to play, you raise your fingers into the ‘too sweet’ motion, and the guys do as well.

~~~

“Y/n, as the only Bullet Club member signed to the AEW roster, how does it feel to see your friends here?” Schiavone popped the question.

“Well, Tony, how would you think it feels? Being here, alone, as you reminded me, isn’t an easy task. I have to carry the weight of Bullet Club ever signing here on my shoulders. But, it is great to see Jay White, El Phantasmo, and Hikuleo here.” You explain.

Still being able to watch the match on your monitor, you could notice that when Adam dropped, he landed wrong. To see another talent injured is never something you’d want to see in your career, but when you noticed him in pain, you wanted to rush down to the ring. Jay’s face appearing on your monitor caught you off guard, he only held up one finger, but you knew this was his way of telling you to stay.

“Wow, did you see the way Adam went down?” Excalibur questioned.

“That just proves Jay White knows what he’s doing when he steps into the ring. Something we’ve said from the start.” You reply, wincing at your own words. For the sake of the show, you couldn’t worry on mic about Adam, and you had to keep yourself in character, but it pained you to see the way he winced as he moved.

Finally, Jay landed the pin, and the match was officially over. Quickly, you removed the headset off, and you walked down the ramp, making it to the ring to celebrate with Jay. He wrapped you into a hug, a smile on his face from his victory.

“He’s hurt.” Jay whispered, only soft enough for you to hear.

As people cleared out of the ring, you could spot Adam struggling to walk, and both you and Jay rolled out to help him in the back. He tried to refuse the help from you at first, but gave in when he almost fell over. Immediately, Doc Sampson was able to see him, and you rushed him to the medical area backstage. People were crowding around to see how Cole was holding up, but you shooed them all away, stating that the doctor needed to work on him first.

~~~

When it was announced that Adam would need time off due to injury, your heart sank in your chest. He wasn’t a friend, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was simply someone who hated you, but you still felt awful about it. You tried to excuse it as he was another wrestler, and you understood the pain of hearing you’d be out of action, but truly, you knew that wasn’t it. Which is why it came as a complete shock to you that Adam requested your help with his physical therapy and rehab.

“Hey Adam, how are you?” You questioned, sliding out of your jacket before walking over to him.

“A little better today, how about you?” His voice was soft and sweet, far different than the way it used to be with you.

“I’m alright.” You state before continuing. “You know, I’m still shocked you asked for my help with all this.”

He chuckles at that before speaking up himself. “I’m still in shock that you actually agreed to do it. I know I was a dick to you, and I’m sorry for that.” He bowed his head.

“We all do things we regret.” You smile, placing a hand on his chin, lifting his head.

Adam only simply nods before turning away.

“Why’d you turn away Adam, did I do something wrong?” You question and frown, trying to get a glimpse of a reaction from him.

“No, you never have, that’s the problem. I fell for you, and Kenny told me that I shouldn’t try anything with you, so I was awful to you as a way to avoid my feelings. You didn’t deserve that treatment from me.” He sighed.

“Well then, I’ll just have to tell Kenny to stop meddling in my love life won’t I?” You giggle slightly. “It would have helped if you had come to me Adam, you could’ve saved yourself from being a dick.”

“How could I have? Kenny said you weren’t interested and that’s what led to "I shouldn't try anything.” He still refused to look at you as he bared his chest.

“Kenny didn’t know shit about my feelings, because if he did, he would have told you to go for it.” You stepped, so he had no choice but to look at you. “I have the same feelings Adam. It took me a while to admit it to myself because I thought you hated me, but I do feel the same way.”

“I never hated you Y/n, not once in my life.” He looked at you, and he frowned, because he truly felt awful for hurting you all that time.

“Then kiss me you dork.”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years ago

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Through Thick and Thin

Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader

Category: Slight Angst/Fluff

Word count: 4,558

Summary: During a match in the Best of Seven series between The Elite and Death Triangle, you receive an injury while protecting your fiancé, Matt Jackson. You insist that you can do things on your own, but Matt says otherwise, doting on you hand and foot.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury, brief medical talk, inaccurate medical information

Requested by: @mrsmatt — I hope you enjoy every minute of it! ❤️

Tagging: @breezyvk

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Matt was dead set on you not being ringside for the newly announced best of seven series. You had been ringside for all the previous matches since The Elite were back from their suspension and you had no plans of stopping, wanting to ensure your boys got the win and were safe the whole way through. You weren’t one to let anyone screw your boys over despite them being more than capable of handling themselves without assistance.

These three men and Brandon were your family. Matt being your fiancé, Nick and Kenny being your ‘brothers’, and Brandon was the one who was your best friend much to people’s shock, assuming it was Nick or Kenny.

You argued with Matt for what felt like forever until Nick and Kenny jumped in to help defuse the argument. Brandon knew to let you be, he would talk to you once you were alone. Nick was trying to get you to see Matt’s point of view all while Kenny was trying to get Matt to see your side. Brandon made countless attempts to tell the guys to let you be for a little bit, seeing how angry and annoyed you were becoming. Unfortunately, Brandon’s words fell on deaf ears until you stormed out of the room. “I tried to tell you to let her be.” Brandon said, shrugging and turning to chase after you.

Brandon knew exactly where you’d run off to. It didn’t matter what arena you were in for a show, if you needed some alone time for whatever reason before the show started, Brandon would always find you up in the balcony seats where you would be slouched down, feet propped up on the back of the seat below you. You liked that Brandon was the only one who knew where you’d be. You weren’t in the mood to deal with Matt, and even Kenny or Nick.

Brandon didn’t say anything as he sat down beside you, dressed in his signature colorful zebra striped track suit, thankfully that was as far as he had gotten before he heard you and Matt arguing, opting to listen in just in case you needed him. “Does he seriously think I’ll mess this series up for them? I’ve never been a distraction before.” You ask Brandon, hurt clearly evident in your voice. Brandon hated seeing you like this, the hurt in your voice and on your face was killing him.

He slung an arm around your shoulders in attempt to comfort you. “I don’t think he meant that whole ‘you’ll be a distraction’ thing. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he knows Death Triangle can be extra vicious and this series is definitely when they will be vicious.”

“I get this is important but that still stung to hear him to say that, and I don’t appreciate being made to feel like I’m incompetent. I don’t want to see him anymore today so he won’t have to worry about anything going wrong tonight. I have an interview with Renee later anyways.” You go to stand but Brandon gently grabs your wrist, making you turn your attention to him.

“You both need to talk it out. Calmly and civilly. I don’t like seeing the two of you fighting. Just tell me one thing before you go.” Brandon pleads, still gently holding your wrist while giving you his best puppy eyes. You knew you could have pulled your arm away and walked off, but this is your best friend and he’s never steered you wrong before, always in your corner and giving you advice like you had a feeling he was about to do now. You gesture for him to continue. “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him, Brandon. We’re getting married in six months. What does that have to do with any of this?” You admit, confused but willing to hear him out. You knew Brandon wouldn’t have asked that question if he didn’t have a reason or something to point out, but you were still lost on what he was getting at.

“It has everything to do with this. Think about it for a second, if the roles were reversed wouldn’t you want him to stay in the back if you knew how dangerous your opponent was? Wouldn’t you want to ensure his safety?” Brandon explains and you sigh, knowing he’s right. You’re just as protective of Matt as he is of you and Brandon knows it, he’s seen it firsthand. “Besides, I’ll be out there to keep an eye on him.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll go talk to him and agree to stay out of it. But, the second he’s in serious danger all that’s out the window.” You tell your best friend in a stern voice. Content with that answer, Brandon let go of your wrist and watched you leave.

Standing outside The Elite’s dressing room, you took a deep breath before knocking. You didn’t want to risk barging in and catching someone (mostly Nick or Kenny) naked, but Matt on the other hand….. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open revealing Nick who was studying your face to determine how you were feeling. “Can I talk to Matt? Please? I want to apologize for—“ You were interrupted by Nick’s voice.

“Come on in. I was actually supposed to be looking for you. He has some things he wants to say too.” Nick stepped out of the way and let you enter the room. Kenny was tying his shoes while Matt stared at his phone. As you got closer you saw exactly what had Matt’s attention — his favorite picture of you from some random time you two ordered food and binged watched one of those ridiculous reality shows that you got him hooked on. He had snuck a picture of you when you were zoned in on the over-the-top drama that was unfolding on the television. You remember questioning him about that particular picture, why he loved it so much and his answer left you with seventeen cavities from pure sweetness. He told you the reason was because you looked so happy, having fun while being lazy, stress and makeup free, snuggled up to him on the couch with a blanket draped over the two of you was the reason he had to snap the picture. He didn’t ever want to forget that moment.

Your heart melted seeing this, and you instantly felt awful for making such a big deal about you not being out there tonight. Brandon was right — he’s always right. “Can I have a minute alone with Matt please?” You ask, looking from Kenny to Nick as they exchanged a look before agreeing and exiting the room. You take a seat next to Matt, silently trying to decide what all you wanted to say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I flipped out on you and for blowing things out of proportion. I understand that you want to keep me safe, but I didn’t appreciate the way you said all of those things.” You stopped talking when you felt Matt’s hand rest on your leg.

Looking over at him, you see him shaking his head, he had most likely been doing that the whole time you were speaking. “Don’t apologize. I realize now, thanks to Nick and Kenny, that I was too harsh with my words and I shouldn’t have said things that would make you feel like a two year old. I wasn’t considering your feelings and I took my frustration out on you even though you had, and still have, every right to say what you did.” Matt confessed, those big brown eyes told you everything, he was being honest thanks to the tear that began to slip down his cheek. You brought your hand up to gently wipe it away. This really got to Matt and he didn’t want you leave him over this, especially after all the good times you two shared.

“Don’t cry, Matty. We both said things we shouldn’t have and I forgive you. I love you, always have and always will. Besides it’ll take a whole hell of a lot more than that argument to make me leave you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a hand coming up to cup the side of his face, your thumb slowly gliding over his cheek in a soothing manner. You watched Matt nod his head, not speaking, worried his voice wouldn’t hold up.

A knock at the door interrupted the moment. “Just a minute!” You called to whoever had awful timing. “Are you okay? Want me to get the door? Or send whoever it is away?” You asked, concern lacing you voice. You weren’t sure if Matt was ready to face anyone other than you at the moment.

You got your answer when Matt spoke, “I’m okay. You can let them in. I’m going to wash my face.” He stood knowing his eyes were most likely red and his face felt heavy from all the worry and emotions from the past hour. You watched him head off to the bathroom before going to open the door, revealing not one person but three — Nick, Kenny, and Brandon.

“Come on in guys. We’re okay, Matt’s in the bathroom washing his face.” You inform the trio knowing they have a million questions for you.

They all enter quietly. The three men notice the photo still pulled up on Matt’s phone where he left it on the table by his water bottle. None of them said a word about it, but you knew they saw it by the glances you saw them exchange. Matt returned from the bathroom and finally Brandon spoke, “We’ve gotta get going. The match starts soon and we can’t be late.” They all nodded heading for the door while you stayed put. You weren’t going to go since it worried Matt so much despite your protests earlier in the day.

“You coming love?” Matt asked, turning around when he didn’t hear you behind him. He held his hand out for you with a sweet smile on his face. You weren’t sure if you should go now after hearing his concerns along with your conversation with Brandon.

“Are you sure? I can stay back here, watch it on the monitor.” You offered only to be shut down by Matt gently pulling you up as he shakes his head.

“I’m sure. We need you out there. I need you out there.” He insisted. “It wouldn’t be right without you.”

“Hurry up lovebirds!” You both hear Nick call out already a distance down the hall. The two of you laugh and make your way towards the tunnel. As you arrive, you can’t help but let out a sigh and suppress an eye roll upon seeing Don waiting with Michael Nakazawa. You loved Nakazawa, he was always so sweet and kind to you, but Don on the other hand, you weren’t too thrilled about seeing. You didn’t trust him like the guys did, something was fishy about him to you but for the sake of the guys, especially Kenny’s, you really hoped you were wrong.

Once it was time for The Elite to make their entrance, you stayed back with Nak and Brandon as the boys shined on the stage as Carry On, Wayward Son blared through the arena’s speaker system. Shortly after, you led Brandon and Nak out as Don headed to commentary. Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus! You cheered, not having to deal with him any longer. Once all of you were in the ring, out came Death Triangle with their music blaring as well. They made their way to the ring with Alex trailing behind hyping them up as always. You had to admit Alex was a pretty good hype man.

Soon the match was underway. You were cheering on The Elite alongside Brandon when you noticed Alex attempting to pass something off to Penta. You were not about to let that happen. You were quick to race over there and confront the two men, Brandon hot on your heels. The argument between the four of you caught the attention of the remaining men in the ring and on the apron, PAC jumped off the apron and stepped directly in front you. Not one to back down from anyone, you weren’t fazed in the slightest, until you looked into his eyes, there was something unsettling about those eyes that made you instantly step back, bumping into Brandon as you did so. Matt and Nick were in between you and PAC before anything escalated while Kenny and Rey battled it out in the ring. Next thing you knew Matt was shoving you back as Rey dove onto the outside and wiped out everyone except for you and Brandon, who was tugging you back to The Elite’s corner.

The match continued as both trios traded blows and high flying maneuvers. You still kept your eye on Alex and whatever he was trying to hand Penta, you never got to see what it was but you had a plethora of ideas.

Soon Penta was tagged in and so was Matt. The pair exchanged chops, kicks, and dives as the other members of their respective trios joined in on the apron and on the floor next to you. When you looked back in the ring to check on Matt, your heart dropped into your stomach at what you saw — Penta had a hammer held high in the air and Matt was out of it, barley able to stay on his knees as Penta had a tight grip on his hair. You rushed into the ring and shoved Matt out of the way just in time. Unfortunately for you, you got struck with the hammer. Thankfully, it was on the wrist and not the head. You were grateful you were able to get your arms up over your head in time or things would have been a million times worse.

You couldn’t really hear the crowd react to what they just witnessed because your wrist was in excruciating pain. You went to try to get out of the ring quickly but you felt a pair of hands swiftly wrap around your waist and pull you out. You were in too much pain to care who it was, but upon hearing his voice, it was Kenny. He was calling for Doc Sampson to come check you out while Brandon was quickly by your side helping you make your way to the back.

Inside the ring, Matt was livid. He heard you yelp as the hammer made contact with your wrist and that’s what snapped him out of it, giving him extra adrenaline. His fight or flight response was to fight and protect you, like he always has. Matt didn’t waste any time yelling at Penta, getting up in his face, and absolutely rocking his shit. Matt was on fire the remainder of the match. Nick and Kenny were pissed too, but not like Matt, he was on a completely other level. Neither man had ever seen Matt this enraged before, now that they have, they don’t want to see it ever again. Matt’s already dark brown eyes looked almost pitch black, definitely a scary sight.

Back in Doc Sampson’s office, you were being looked at with Brandon by your side. You were going to have to go to the hospital for an X-ray so Doc can help you better. He guessed it was fractured or broken. You hoped it was the former. You begged Doc to let you wait for Matt, but much to your disappointment, he said it was best to go now —the sooner, the better. You signed, still clutching your wrist to your chest and reluctantly agreed. Brandon insisted on driving you and you didn’t put up a fight. You were ready to get this over with.

Once loaded up in Brandon’s rental car, you made the short drive over to the hospital. “Thanks for sticking with me. Can you let Matt know where we are? I love having you here for all this, but—”

“Already done. Don’t worry about it. I get it, it’s just not the same.” Brandon slid his phone back into his pants pocket after exiting the car and helping you, even though you didn’t really need it, you accepted the help anyways.

Finally inside and explained your situation to the receptionist, she pointed you in the right direction and it wasn’t before too long that Matt came racing in, Nick and Kenny hot on his heels. You could tell he had been through it but you weren’t sure if it was because of the match or because of you or both — most likely both. You were relieved to see Matt didn’t come alone. He was clearly in no position to drive.

Once Matt finally saw you, you saw the relief wash over his face. He moved so fast that it felt like he was across the room in three steps. “Baby! Baby, how long have you been here? When will they look at you? What’s—” He’s rapid fire questions were cut off by a nurse calling your name at the doorway to a hallway for those X-rays Doc Sampson ordered. Matt was quick to help you up, being cautious with your wrist you kept clutched to your chest. Again, you really didn’t need his help standing up, but you knew he was worried sick so, again, you accepted it.

“Follow me down the hall and we’ll get those X-rays done.” The nurse politely said as she led you and Matt down the hall. You felt Matt’s hand on your lower back, letting you know he’s there and guiding you. Glancing up at his face while you walked down the hall, you saw a range of emotions from worry to guilt to anger. You knew him well enough to know that he was worried about what the outcome of the X-rays would be, guilty that he was the reason you got hurt despite him knowing that he would have done the same had the roles been reversed, and anger because that damn hammer just had to be brought into the match, if it hadn’t you’d most likely be fine.

Nick, Kenny, and Brandon stayed in the waiting room talking about the situation. The three agreed that they needed to keep Matt occupied with you until the next match because he was a wild card at the moment, none of them knew what lengths he would go to for retaliation or what was going on in his mind. They just knew Matt needed to be with you, not just because they didn’t know what he would do to Penta but because Matt cared so deeply about you and loved you. The three had a feeling Matt would end up bugging the shit out of you with his overly protective attitude because you were an independent woman. The men also knew you would let him baby you regardless because you loved him and wanted him to do what he felt like was the best thing for you in times like this.

The X-rays were done and waiting for a doctor to come read them after consulting with Doc Sampson. The wait felt like forever. Matt was nervously bouncing his leg, a hand on yours. You didn’t know if that was meant to comfort you or ground and calm him. You had all you could take of the silence, turning to speak to Matt but you paused, studying his body language. Big brown eyes filled with worry, teeth biting at his bottom lip, leg still bouncing, his hand still on your thigh. He was way more nervous than you. Upon closer look, you noticed his eyes looked watery. This really bothered him more than you initially expected. “Matt…” You spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. Once his attention was on you, he slowed his leg to a stop and quit biting his lip, eyes still filled with worry. “It’s all going to be okay. My wrist doesn’t feel like it’s broken, at least I don’t think it does. Listen, regardless of what the X-ray says, I want you to take me home and you can play nurse to your heat’s content.” You lean up and place a soft kiss to his cheek. “But I expect you to be in uniform.” You whispered in a sultry voice into his ear. You saw how his face immediately turned red at your request. He wasn’t used to you saying things like that to him, especially in public.

A knock at the door was Matt’s saving grace. The doctor entered with the X-rays, taking a seat on the stool in the room by the computer. “Good news is your wrist is not broken. Bad news is that it’s fractured, but no surgery will be needed, just a brace should do until it’s fully healed. Also, as I’m sure you know, don’t be lifting anything with that hand.” You nodded along and felt Matt’s hand squeeze your thigh.

“Of course. Thank you.” You tell the doctor once he’s finished talking. Standing to leave, Matt nodded his head to the doctor. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t speaking until you noticed he was trying to keep his cool. He was still angry that you were hurt, thankful your wrist wasn’t broken, but still angry Penta had to use that damn hammer.

Once back out in the waiting room, you see Nick, Kenny, and Brandon chatting away while passing Nick’s phone back and forth. You didn’t know what they were looking at or talking about and you kind of didn’t want to know either because with those three it could be anything.

Their attention is taken away from Nick’s phone when they hear your footsteps approaching. Brandon goes to open his mouth to speak, but closes it as soon as he sees Matt’s face. Nick and Kenny see it too, opting to follow Brandon’s lead. “Well, it’s not broken, just fractured. Probably have to be out for a little bit but no surgery so that’s a relief.” You inform the trio, knowing they saw Matt’s face by the silence you received. “Let’s go home. Actually, let’s go eat. I’m starving.” And right on cue, your stomach let out a loud growl, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the guys.

Kenny and Nick join Brandon in his rental car, knowing that Matt would want you with him. They didn’t mind, they would want the same.

After your meal, everyone went their separate ways, embarking on their journey home. Nick would typically ride with you and Matt, but he knew his brother. Nick knew Matt would want to be alone with you after everything, to probably talk it out and what not, so Nick rode home with Brandon.

You managed to get Matt to lighten up and relax by putting on the silliest concert you could, signing at the top of your lungs, water bottle for a microphone, and dancing in your seat. Matt loved seeing you like that so much that he couldn’t help but smile and join in on the duets.

When you finally reached your shared home, Matt made you wait in the car until he got all your things inside the house, quick to return to you and assist you out of the car and into the house. Yep, this is going to get old real quick. You thought to yourself. You let Matt do those things, knowing he still felt guilty you were hurt trying to protect him.

“I’ll go run you a bath, just the way you like, candles, soft music, dim lights, and bubbles. I’ll have one of my shirts waiting for you and a fluffy towel to dry off with. And I—“ You pulled him down with your good hand, connecting his lips with yours. You were so happy that he cared so much to do all those things, but he was already driving you crazy.

Matt was stunned, freezing only for a moment before returning your kiss, only to increase the intensity. You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t having it, at least not right now. You abruptly pulled away from his addictive lips. “Nope! Not yet honey. I believe you mentioned a bath, besides you’re not even in uniform yet!” You teased, turning on your heel and heading towards the master bathroom. You chuckled as you heard Matt mutter a swear before chasing after you.

The bath was exactly as Matt described, candles, music, dim lights, bubbles, the fluffiest towel you own, and your favorite shirt of his. You were tempted to ask him to join you, he was a mixture of emotions and could definitely use some relaxing. “Matt! Come ‘ere! Come join me!” You shout from the tub, unsure where exactly in the house he was.

The second Matt heard you shout his name, he was on it. He didn’t listen to what else you might have said, he was worried you hurt yourself or your wrist even more on accident. Relief washed over his face when he ran into the bathroom, seeing you playing with the bubbles while quietly singing to a song on the playlist. “Oh thank God!” He exclaimed, ever so slightly out of breath. You turned your body just enough to see him hunched over in the doorway, confusion was etched on your face.

“You okay, babe?” It was your turn to be concerned for him. He nodded, too embarrassed to tell you why he ran from one end of the house to the other when you yelled. “Join me! Clearly you need to relax.” You teased him once again, gesturing to his still hunched over body.

“You know what, I think I will.” He winked, stripping his shirt off, the rest of his clothes following suit. He slipped in the bath behind you, letting out a content sigh as you leaned back against his bare chest. “Now I get why you love these so much.” He says, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Told you these baths were heaven.” You shut your eyes as well, soaking in the moment. A relaxing bath with your soon-to-be husband, this was the life.

After what felt like hours, you both took turns washing each other off before getting out and heading to bed. After such an eventful evening, nightfall came quick. You slipped into Matt’s shirt and your underwear while Matt slipped into some pajama pants, the pair of you were exhausted and ready for bed.

Matt pulled you into his arms once you both were in bed, careful with your fractured wrist as you snuggled into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of me today.” You said, softly, placing a kiss to his chest. You were so thankful and grateful to have Matt, someone to love you, take care of you, spoil you despite your protests, and support and respect you.

“I love you more, angel.” Matt placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. If today and the next several weeks would teach him anything, it was that the two of you would be together through thick and thin. The diamond ring on your left hand proved it.

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

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

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

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

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

c – cum – { anything to do with cum }

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

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

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

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

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

f – favourite position – { this goes without saying }

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

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

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

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

he’d either be trimmed or clean shaven

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

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

j – jerk off – { masturbation head cannon }

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

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

switch

mommy/daddy kink

pegging

breeding

religion kink

corruption

spitting

praise

degradation

spanking/mild impact play

voyeurism

biting

gags

female-led relationship

cuckholding

choking

outdoor/public sex

auralism/sound play

edging

orgasm control/forced orgasms

l – location – { favourite places to have sex }

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

m – motivation – { what turns them on? }

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

w – wildcard – { random headcannon }

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

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

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

“looks like you’re coming with me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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