#nick jackson fanfiction

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

You scared me

Nicholas Jackson X Fem (wrestler) reader

Summary: Y/N scares Nick during her match.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[daddyhausen]

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

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

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

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

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

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

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

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

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

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

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

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

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

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

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

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

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

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

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

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

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

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

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

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

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

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

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

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

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

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

egging him on to fill you even more

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

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

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

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

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

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

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

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

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

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

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

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

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

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

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

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

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

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

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

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

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

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

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

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

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[madhatterbri]

Arrangement | N.J.

Summary: Y/N and Nick agree to an arrangement to avoid you paying a fine and getting suspended. 18+.

Impure Fiction

@plentyoffandoms

The moment Nicholas Jackson called to see you in his office you knew you were in trouble. Social media had been buzzing for a week on how he slipped at the top of the entrance ramp. This had nothing to do with you, but apparently it was going to be your problem. You sat across the desk from him. Your fingers fidgeted under the desk. You were so worried about your job. His older brother, Matthew, watched his younger brother writing the report for your file.

"We at AEW try to have a safe environment for everyone and this is unacceptable," Nicholas tsked. You couldn’t believe you were being blamed for this. He wasn't looking where he was going but somehow you were getting the heat for it. "I'm sorry to do this but a 1,000-dollar fine and a suspension without pay should make you pay more attention,"

“That is steep brother, but it’s gotta be done,” Matthew shrugged and adjusted his vest. He walked out of the office to terrorize other workers leaving you alone with Nicholas.

You pleaded for him to lessen the punishment as this was your first offense. Technically, this wasn’t even your offense. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his beard while he listened to you plead to him. The EVP role really inflating his ego. It was good to be the boss. He came up with an idea for both of you. He was tired of the silly little promises the lessers promised to get out of his punishments. He wanted more. Once the deal left his lips you gasped yet nodded. You needed the job more than anything and at least he was attractive.

That night you went to his hotel room wearing a bra and underwear. You stole the robe from your room to hide your body from any guests that happened to be out. The key card worked, and you allowed yourself in. He was on the phone yet signaled for you to sit at the foot of the bed. He only wore a pair of boxers. He hung up the phone and looked at you.

"So, what do you like?" He asked not hiding the fact that his eyes were looking you up and down.

"What?"

"During sex. What do you like? It’s boring if a woman just lays there,"

You laughed at him. "No guy ever cares about that. They like to just stick it in and pump five times and leave,"

"Sounds like a challenge," he smiled and walked over to you. He knelt so he was staring into your eyes. "Looks like we are both going to learn about the other tonight,"

"Whatever you say, boss," you sung and rolled your eyes.

His lips met yours. They were soft and surprisingly sweet despite the sinful arrangement. He cupped your head with his hands. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. Nicholas worked his way to your neck nipping and biting at your flesh. One gasp from you was all he needed.

"Guess we learned one thing already," he chuckled and unhooked your bra. Nicholas slipped off the pesky barrier and took in the sight of your breasts. He latched on to one of your nipples. Your breasts were sensitive to him. You needed more of him. The shame you felt when your core started to react to him. No one had ever made you wet so easily before. You clenched your legs together.

"Two things, and I adore you sensitive women. Lay back," your boss ordered. You laid down as he gripped your knees and pulled you closer to him. He spread your legs apart by gripping your thighs.

"Clenching your legs already? Come on, sweetheart, we barely got started,"

"You just caught me off guard, Romeo. You still have plenty of time to disappoint me," you commented. His thumb rubbed the wet fabric on your underwear and gazed at you. He smirked at the ways your eyes rolled back as his thumb rubbed your clothed clit.

His other hand kept your legs spread. You thrusted your hips and licked your lips. You silently cursed your body for feeding his little ego. Much to your dismay, he stopped touching you. You tried to act unbothered as he removed your underwear and threw them over your shoulder. He dropped to his knees. Two of his fingers spread your lips open, and his tongue assaulted your clit.

"Oh God!" Your toes curled, and your hands clenched the sheets. The foreign feel of an orgasm built inside of your stomach. The tempo of his tongue didn't leave you much of a break.

"Nicholas, I'm so close," you warned. Nicholas pumped a finger inside of you, followed by another when you adjusted. His fingers scissored to spread you open. His assault on your clit never slowing down or stopping. You moaned and let your orgasm wash over you. Your legs twitched. You wound down from your high with him kissing your inner thighs and praising you. His rough beard scratched your soft skin.

He removed himself from between your legs and wiped his mouth. He kissed your body, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips. "I think we are on three or four likes, I believe,"

"Congratulations, boss man, you may know what you are doing with a woman," you scoffed, not wanting to stroke his ego more.

"You ready for another one?" He asked and smiled.

"What?" You asked. Another orgasm coming out of you? Highly unlikely. He removed his boxers and sucked the same spot on your neck from before. His fingers slid down your body and found its way towards your sensitive clit. His fingers worked you right back up.

"Oh!"

"I like your sounds. Let's see if we can make more," he grabbed your left hip with one hand and lined himself to you with the other. He shoved himself inside, slowly wanting to enjoy this moment. He had been eyeing you for a while now.

Your walls clenched around him perfectly. He kept the thrusts slow to adjust to him. Fuck, he needed more than just tonight. He hoped you would agree.

"Nicholas," you moaned and pulled him from hid thoughts. All thoughts of taking this slow went out the window when he looked down on you. Your eyes were filled with lust and your hair a mess. The mark he left on your neck reminded him that you were probably going to murder him in the morning. At least his last night on Earth would be worth it. He gripped your hips with both hands and thrusted quicker. He was turned on by the new sounds from you that filled the room. Every whimper, pant, and moan egged him to give it to you. He praised how well you were taking him.

His thrusts started to get sloppy the moment you orgasmed for the second time that night. With a few more thrusts, he spilled himself inside of you. He brought his head back and allowed the pleasure to control his body momentarily. He placed his arms on your sides and kissed you.

"I'm afraid we are going to need to do this more often," Nicholas admitted.

"I think that can be arranged," you panted and smiled.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Nick Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 815

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

Warnings: None

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

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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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[let-me-love-you-loki]

Everything Has Changed--Ch. 29

Chapter 29

Nick

            I hadn’t spoken to Matt in almost a week. He called constantly the first day or two, then eventually stopped by day five. My voicemail had at least two dozen messages from him. I honestly couldn’t bring myself to listen to any of them. The truth was that I felt horrible for leaving him stranded in the parking lot at LAX. It had been a stupid and selfish thing to do, and I felt sick that I’d done it from the moment I hit the highway. But I was also so angry and hurt that I stuck by it.

            My parents, Malachi, DJ, all of them called. I didn’t answer. I knew that my siblings would try to get me to forget what happened. Dad would have tried to counsel me; told me I was my brother’s keeper and all that. Mom would have put the emotional screws on me to make me forgive him. Of course, I was sure that Matt had given them the story he wanted them to hear. He wouldn’t have told them about why I’d been so upset. How he’d basically picked Kenny Omega over me. Even knowing what he’d done to Shaye, Matt had chosen to basically break up the team we’d built for our entire lives. I hated him for it, and I hated myself for hating him.

            The only person who actually showed up at my apartment to try to drag some kind of conversation out of me was Sam. I don’t know why it surprised me when she appeared, banging on the door and screaming for me to open up. She’d completely filled my voicemail with one message after the other telling me how I was being stupid and selfish and generally a massive prick. The first few times I’d just let her knock and scream until she wore herself out. But then my neighbors complained. Then I just opened the door, told her to go away, and slammed it in her face.

            I’d basically locked myself away in my apartment and cut off contact with just about everyone I knew. Especially my family. It was just easier to avoid everyone because I didn’t want to have to explain or justify what I’d done against the convincingly smooth lies my brother would have told everyone around him. I hated thinking about Matt like that, but at the moment it seemed about right. It wasn’t like he was going out of his way to find out what really happened in Winnipeg.

            I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten anything, and even though my stomach was growling I had no desire for food. My head had been killing me for hours despite chugging water and eating ibuprofen like candy. I suppose going without food for so long wasn’t helping either.

            My fingers groped through the tangled sheets for my phone. I clicked it on to check the time: half past five. So, eight thirty on the East Coast. My finger lingered over the screen as I fought with myself. It wasn’t like I was exactly on the top of my game emotionally—as good an excuse as any to do the Jackson family version of drunk calling.

            I sucked in a breath and scrolled through to Shaye’s number, tapping on it before I could think twice. My nerves were so shot that I almost wished I was drunk as I listened to the line ringing over and over again. After the tenth ring, it was clear she wasn’t going to answer.

            Click. “You’ve reached Shaye Walker. Please leave a message at the tone.” Beep.

            My stomach dropped out. Of course she wouldn’t answer my call. She hadn’t done it for the last month, so there was no reason for her to change her mind now. I felt my jaw tighten as my breath caught in my chest.

            What’s the point, I thought. “I’m sorry,” I said almost too softly to hear my own words. “I shouldn’t have called.”

            I hung up and tossed the phone somewhere near the foot of the bed. My stomach grumbled and my head throbbed.

            What’s the point?

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Shaye

            I tugged my bag tighter against my chest as I waited on the platform for the train to the Upper East Side. My head felt like it had been squeezed in a vice all day, and all I wanted to do was go home, crawl into my bed, and wait for Kenny to call. If he called. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. I never knew which one it was going to be, so I kept myself awake for as long as I could and dragged myself out of bed as early as possible. I didn’t want to miss his call no matter how much it ground me down day after day.

            The subway was hot and stuffy. I rubbed my fingers over my forehead and groaned as I checked my watch. The train was late. I just wanted to go home. Was that too much to ask? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this exhausted. Or the last time I’d existed on so much caffeine. A yawn worked its way out.

            I blinked and the train doors were just about to slam shut in my face. Before it could, I forced my way onto the car and found a place to sit. My body practically collapsed into the plastic seat as I dug in my pocket for my phone. Maybe Kenny would be available. Maybe I could speak to him for a bit and then be able to go to bed not long after I got home.

            The voicemail icon caught my attention. I tapped it without checking who called.

            It played once, but I could barely hear the words against the noise of the subway. The message was short, not even ten seconds. What was the point of leaving a message if it was so quiet that it could barely be heard and so short that it could barely contain any useful information?

            Frustrated, I connected my headphones, turned up the volume as loud as it would go, and then replayed the message.

            “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”

            The line went dead, but I could still hear the words rolling around in my skull. It had been a long time since I’d heard that voice. Not since I’d practically told him to leave me alone. But I would never forget the sound.

            My heart skipped one beat after another. It nearly choked the breath from my lungs. That was the only explanation I had for what I did.

            I closed my eyes and tried to calm my heartbeat as I waited for the call to connect. The seconds between each ring seemed to stretch out further and further. Almost as if the universe was giving me a chance to rethink what I was doing. To stop the manic stupidity that I was exhibiting in that moment.

            My finger hovered over the screen, ready to disconnect the call.

            “H-hello?”

            My heart clawed up my throat. “Hey.”

            For a moment, I thought the call had dropped. It sounded like nothing but static and then a prolonged silence.

            “Are you there?” I asked softly. My fingers trembled with anxiety.

            “I… Yeah, I’m here,” came the reply. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he sounded drunk. “I… Are you okay?”

            A warm, gentle sensation settled into my chest. Almost as if something I’d lost had fallen back into place again. I took a deep breath. When was the last time I’d been able to breathe this easily?

            “Good. I’m good.” The words were out before I could stop them. The huge lie that they were. “What about you?”

            He cleared his throat. I heard a rustle that sounded like he was rolling around in blankets. I looked at my watch. Had I got the time wrong?

            “You didn’t have to call,” Nick said after what felt like forever. “I didn’t expect you to. Honestly, I didn’t even expect you to listen to the message. If you even got it. For all I knew, you’d blocked my number.”

            I felt those words like a blow to my chest. He hadn’t said it to be hurtful. I knew that much about Nick Jackson. But it had hurt nonetheless, and it reminded me of how I’d treated this guy who’d been more than kind to me when I needed it most.

            “I—Why d’you think I’d do that?”

            Nick groaned. I heard a thump and wondered if he’d knocked his head back against the headboard. A memory rushed into me unbidden of falling asleep in Nick’s bed after everything that happened in Winnipeg. Realization settled over me. California had really been the last time I’d felt remotely safe or normal.

            “Last time we talked, you basically told me to get lost. I guessed from there.”

            Tears prickled my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but they came so fast that I couldn’t hold them back. So much had happened since the last time Nick and I had spoken. The weight of it all was suddenly the only thing I could think about. I couldn’t breathe through the tears.

            “I’m sorry, Nick,” I said, knowing the brokenness in my voice was evident. “I shouldn’t have called and dragged you back into my mess.”

            It sounded as if Nick let out a growl. “Am I going to get a say in anything that happens?” he spat angrily. “You and Matt… I’m a grown man. Let me act like it.”

            “I… Wait, what happened with Matt?”

            Nick huffed on the other end of the line. “We’re done. The Bucks are over. Matt still wants to wrestle in a trio with Kenny, even knowing everything that he did.”

            Bile burned the back of my throat. “Nick, please,” I whimpered, “don’t let what happened tear you guys apart. It isn’t worth it.”

            “It is to me. Because I don’t like it when people I love get hurt. Even if it’s other people I love who do it.”

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑷𝒕. 2

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

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

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

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

You nodded twice and looked up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomato” You smirked

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

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

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

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

His words made a soft moan leave your lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, sir. I’m good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[elitehunter]

Nick Jackson: Better Than Anyone I've Ever Met

Pairing: Nick Jackson x OFC

Summary: She meets Nick when she's just the new kid in class and a Cosmic Brownie seals their friendship. But in the years that followed, as her feelings towards him became more than friendly, decisions had to be made. Admit how she feels or protect her heart. OR Five times Nick Jackson told his best friend she was the best and the one time he puts his money where his mouth is.

Rating: G Word Count: 5,759 Warnings: teenage boys/men in general being a bit clueless Notes: Written for 2023 series of Bingo Card Prompts. All requests are full but the card is here for anyone interested. See end notes when you're done for a special question. Prompt: “You're the best.”

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[debbiechanclub]

Murky Waters, Part 1

A Bullet Club horror AU

Pairings: David Finlay x OFC; Jay White x OFC Word Count: 2,714 Warnings: References to cheating, m*rder, and s*icide

Six friends set out for a weekend getaway at a secluded―and allegedly haunted―mountain lake house. But should they be more afraid of the living than the dead?

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Tag squad: @aussiearrow @statdaddy @knifepervert @sldghmmr @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09

Chloe was nearly done packing, but she had half a mind to just stay home. Call her a party pooper, but something about spending the weekend at her cheating ex-boyfriend’s uncle's lake house didn’t feel like fun.

“Are you still not done packing?”

Alyssa appeared in the open doorway of Chloe’s bedroom and eyed the clothes scattered across her bed. Chloe sighed.

“No, I am,” she said. Her tepid tone didn’t go unnoticed.

“You sound super excited.”

“Well!” Chloe started. “If Jay cheated on you, would you want to spend the weekend at his family’s lake house in the middle of nowhere just a few weeks later?”

Alyssa’s brow creased; it wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. And like every time before, she did her best to convince Chloe it would be fine.

“Okay, fair,” she acknowledged. “But Matt won’t be there.”

“Okay, but Nick will.”

“And Nick knows his brother fucked up,” Alyssa parried. “He said himself that you should be the one to go on the trip.”

Chloe frowned. She hated that it had come to that, but here they were. When she’d found out that Matt had cheated on her, it had had the potential to shatter more than just their relationship—they had all the same friends. And because of that, one of the first things Chloe had done after dumping his ass was back out of the lake trip. It was easier than getting in a passive-aggressive fight about which of them got to go. But then, a few hours later, Matt had bowed out, too. And even though Chloe was almost certain he’d done it out of pressure from Alyssa and Jay rather than his own guilty conscience, she’d agreed to go again with some coaxing.

But the whole thing still felt like a mess just waiting to happen.

“It’s gonna be a fun weekend, I promise,” Alyssa reiterated. “And something tells me you’ll have more fun than you think.”

Chloe stopped what she was doing. Alyssa hadn’t just said that for no reason. “What did you do.”

But then a car horn blared from outside.

HONK-HONK-HOOOONNNK!

“There’s Nick and Riley…” Alyssa figured. She walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain, and Chloe joined her in peering out into the driveway. Sure enough, Nick’s Toyota 4Runner had pulled up in front of the house. Riley popped out of the open sunroof.

“Load up, bitches! It’s lake o’clock!”

Chloe’s brow furrowed. “Does he have a pink mullet?”

“Oh yeah, Jay mentioned he did that,” Alyssa said. She cocked her head, considering. “It actually doesn’t look bad on him.”  

Admittedly, it didn’t. But Alyssa still hadn’t answered her. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with avoiding the question.”

Alyssa nodded back out the window. “Well, here’s your answer now.”

Chloe looked back outside. A black Jeep Wrangler was pulling up behind Nick’s 4Runner. She hadn’t seen that Jeep in a while. But she knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Oh my God.” She looked at her friend. “You invited David?”

Alyssa shook her head. “I didn’t—Jay did. But I signed off on it, one thousand percent.”

“Lyss…” Chloe breathed. It was obvious what Jay and Alyssa were trying to do. There had always been something there between Chloe and David. He was cute and funny and exactly her type, and it would’ve been Hallmark perfect for Chloe to date her best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend. But David had left to go abroad for a year before they had the chance to start anything up, and then Chloe had gotten together with Matt. But now she and Matt were done, and David was back. And admittedly, Chloe had thought about that.

But this just felt like drama.

“What?” Alyssa returned. “I thought you’d be happy to see him.”

“I am! But—” she cut herself off with a sigh. “Did Nick know he was coming or is he finding out now, too?”

“Jay ran it by him, yeah,” Alyssa said. Chloe pursed her lips; that didn’t mean Nick had okayed it. “Listen,” Alyssa breathed, clearly reading Chloe’s expression. “Nick doesn’t get a say in this. If he has a problem with David coming this weekend, then fuck him. And honestly, you getting dicked down at the Jackson family lake house by the guy you should’ve been with all along is exactly the karmic justice Matt deserves.”

Chloe breathed a laugh. “Oh, so David and I are fucking this weekend. Okay.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Alyssa challenged. Chloe glanced back out the window. David stood in the driveway now, greeting Riley and Nick. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Go get your shit,” she told Alyssa as she pushed her toward the door—deliberately avoiding an answer.

* * * *

Knowing David would be there changed things, and Chloe hurriedly swapped out some of the clothing—and underwear—she’d packed for cuter, sexier options before she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and joined the others outside. David noticed her first. He smiled.

“Hey, Chlo.”

He looked different from the last time she’d seen him. His hair was darker; he’d clearly been spending more time in the gym. She’d been attracted to him before, but now? She nearly stumbled and made a fool of herself.

“Hey.” She gave him a hug. He smelled like cedarwood and citrus; his body felt good against hers. She tingled in all the right places. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Oh, so Jay and Alyssa didn’t tell you I was coming, I take it?” he asked as they pulled apart. She shook her head.

“Sure didn’t.”

His smile widened. “Well, I’m glad it’s a nice surprise, then.”

“Chlo.” Riley held open his arms, and she hugged him, too. “It’s my mission to make sure you have fun this weekend.”

“Actually, I think that’s David’s mission,” Alyssa smirked, and Chloe’s face burned. She stole a glance at Nick. His expression was unreadable.

“Hey, come help with the supplies! I want to hit the road!” Jay called out to them from the house not a moment too soon.

“Yes, sir!” Riley saluted, and the guys all went in to help—Nick more quickly than the other two.

Chloe looked at Alyssa. “Seriously?”

“What?” she returned. “Am I wrong? Because you still haven’t told me I am.”

Chloe just rolled her eyes. But she couldn’t stop the smirk that crept its way onto her lips.  

* * * *

It was just over a two-hour drive to the lake, and a little more than halfway through Chloe was feeling carsick. As expected, she and Alyssa had been volun-told to the sit in the cramped optional third row of the 4Runner—“neither of you need as much leg room as any of us,” Jay had said—and they’d long left the city roads for a winding two-lane route through the mountains. All the ups and downs and twists and turns were making Chloe’s stomach drop and ears pop—and Nick’s driving didn’t help.

“Jesus, Nick, watch the edge,” Alyssa commented with a wary look out the window. Nothing more than a short guardrail protected them from the drop into the valley below.

“It’s funny you mention Jesus, because he’s the only one who can judge my driving,” Nick returned. Jay snorted through his nose.

“I didn’t realize you had to go this way to get to Sharp Rock,” David commented. “Have you been before?”

“Not since high school,” Nick answered.

“Wait, how long has your uncle had this cabin, then?” Riley asked.

“Not very long, actually,” Nick revealed. “He bought it as an investment property about a year ago, I think? But he’s actually in the process of putting it back on the market.”

“Really?” Jay asked. “How come?”

Chloe saw Nick smirk to himself in the rear view mirror. And then he said, “Because it’s allegedly haunted.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, did you just say it’s haunted?”

Both girls spoke at once, suddenly more on-edge than Nick’s truck tires.

“Allegedly,” Jay stressed. Alyssa rolled her eyes at the back of his head.

“No way,” David returned, more amused than anything. “Haunted by what?”

“A White Lady,” Nick answered. “You know—a scorned bride, or whatever.”

“What?” Riley asked. “Who scorned her?”

“Her husband, obviously,” Nick returned. “I don’t know the specifics, but back in the ‘60s a newlywed couple was on their honeymoon at the cabin, and after a few drinks, the husband confessed he’d been having an affair with his secretary. The wife went off the handle and stabbed him to death, and then drowned herself in the lake. Legend has it her ghost haunts the water and drowns men who dare to go swimming after sunset.”

Heavy silence enveloped them as they all processed the sordid tale. And then Jay scoffed. “Oh come on, that just sounds like a cautionary tale to keep idiots from swimming in the lake after dark.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” David agreed.

“Maybe, but the murder-suicide actually happened,” Nick told them. “My uncle found newspaper clippings.”

More silence. Skeptic or not, that was unsettling news.

“Well, if your uncle’s already trying to sell it, has he experienced anything?” Riley asked.

“You know, that’s the weird thing,” Nick started. “He was a total skeptic—it’s why he bought the cabin in the first place, because the previous owner was eager to unload it, and so he scooped it up for dirt cheap. But he hired people to do some renovations, and something spooked one of the workers so bad that he quit and refused to go back in the house. So my uncle went to oversee things himself and make sure they got done—and then he got spooked, to the point that he flat-out refuses to even talk about what happened. And so yeah… it’s going back on the market next weekend.”

Chloe’s stomach churned again. But that time, it wasn’t because of Nick’s driving.

“That would have been really nice to know when we made these plans over a month ago, Nick,” Alyssa commented.

“Oh, don’t be a scaredy cat,” Riley dismissed. “Out of all of us, you and Chloe have the least to worry about. You heard Nick—the ghost is a man-hater.”

“It’s a good thing Matt didn’t come,” Jay lowly added. “She’d have it out extra for him.”

It was an awkward silence that interrupted the conversation that time. David cleared his throat.

“Anyway.”

“I’m gonna fill up,” Nick interjected. “I recommend going to the bathroom now; this might be your last chance until we get to the cabin.”

He pulled into a gas station on the side of the road, and everyone unbuckled and piled out of the SUV, if only to stretch their cramped legs. And while it could have been the effect of the morbid information Nick had just dumped on them, Chloe felt uneasy as she took in the surroundings. The gas station had clearly been there for decades, the name painted on the side of the building long faded away by weather and time. But what really struck her as odd was that Nick’s 4Runner was the only vehicle in sight.

“Is this place even open?” Alyssa asked with a questioning look at the small convenience store.

“I don’t know,” Chloe returned. “But I’m gonna see if they have any gum.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” David said. “I’ll go with you.”

He led the way toward the building. The lights were on, but they couldn’t see anyone inside. He hesitantly tried the door; it opened with the jingle of a bell. He shrugged and motioned for Chloe to go ahead. She stepped inside, cautious. She didn’t know why, but she felt an overwhelming need to tread as lightly as possible.

“Maybe someone’s in the back?” David quietly wondered.

“Maybe.” She gave an uncomfortable laugh. “First the murder-suicide cabin and now this creepy ass gas station.”

He laughed at that. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

She looked thoughtfully up. “I think so? I don’t want to be proven right this weekend, though.”

“Fair enough,” he grinned. “But Riley has a point—you and Alyssa are probably least at-risk of experiencing something, if anyone is at all.”

Chloe laughed wryly to herself. “Or I could be most at-risk, considering why the place is haunted.”

They found the gum by the register, and Chloe grabbed a pack of winter mint while David grabbed cinnamon. She immediately regretted saying that. Speaking of ghosts, the last thing she wanted was for the ghost of her and Matt’s relationship to haunt the weekend, especially with David there.  

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to dampen the mood even further,” she apologized.

“No, you didn’t,” David said with a shake of his head. “Honestly, that situation is kind of an elephant in the room, so we might as well just get it out of the way now. I mean, it’s pretty obvious what Jay was doing inviting me this weekend. But I absolutely understand if you don’t want—”

“No, I do want to,” she sincerely interrupted. “I am done with and over Matt. And I’m glad Jay invited you; I’m glad you’re here. Actually… I’d been thinking about texting you myself.”

David smiled, wide and bright. “Yeah? Same.”

“Hello!”

A middle-aged woman suddenly appeared behind the register. Chloe jumped and grabbed David’s arm.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, honey!” the woman apologized in a raspy smoker’s voice. Her face was tanned and leathery from too many years spent out in the sun. She looked rough, but hardly frightening.

“No, you’re fine,” Chloe breathed. She let go of her grip on David. “We’ve been talking about ghosts, so I was already a little on-edge.”

“Ah,” the woman nodded. “Well, we’ve got quite a few of those around here.”

“Yeah?” David curiously returned. “Our friend just told us this awful story about the cabin we’re staying at this weekend.”

“Mm,” the woman hummed in understanding as she rang up their gum. “Clara’s cabin?”

A chill shot up Chloe’s spine. “Clara?” she hesitantly returned.

The woman nodded. “That’s her name, the bride who murdered her husband and then drowned herself.” She clicked her tongue. “Awful. She was a friend of my mother’s.”

“Really,” David said. He seemed interested, but skeptical. “So does her ghost really haunt the lake and drown any men who just want to go for a swim?”

He asked it with a grin on his lips, as if he fully expected the woman to wave him off and confirm that it was just another urban legend born from real tragedy, warped and exaggerated with time as the story was passed down from generation to generation.

But she didn’t. She glowered at him. “It’s not a joke, what happened in that cabin,” she sharply returned. “You’re not more of those paranormal investigators going up there to provoke her, are you? The dead should be left to rest.”

Her eyes were dark; angry. It unsettled Chloe. But David wasn’t rattled by it. “No,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “We’re just trying to have a fun weekend at the lake with our friends.”

The woman eyed him for a few seconds longer, as if discerning if he was telling the truth. She pushed their gum back toward them across the counter. “See to it it stays that way,” she rasped. “You’d regret pissing Clara off.”

The hair stood up on the back of Chloe’s neck. She wanted to leave—now.

“Keep the change,” David said as he threw a few dollars on the counter and grabbed their gum. He put a comforting hand on the small of Chloe’s back and ushered her to the door; but as she pushed it open, the woman called after them.

“Don’t get too loud. Clara doesn’t like it when it gets too loud.”

Chloe’s stomach turned. She looked up at David in horror, but he still didn’t seem fazed by the woman’s strange warnings. He clearly thought she was off her rocker.

“We’ll keep it in mind,” he said, and he gave Chloe a gentle nudge out the door. But he didn’t have to—she couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

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

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

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Main Masterlist

Kenny Omega

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

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

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

When you found out you were pregnant you were terrfied

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

When you told him he broke out in tears.

Deep down inside he always wanted to be a dad

Kenny would not leave you side during your whole pregnancy

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

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

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

Nick Jackson

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

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

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

Nick would be all over you during your pregnancy

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

He would be a great father

Matt Jackson

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

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

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

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

He would deffinitly brag about how he got you pregnant

Jay White

You stood looking at the pregnancy test in shock

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

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

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

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

He thought it was a great thing that you were pregnant

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

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

You practically cloned your boyfriend

Zack Sabre Jr

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

Zack would be the paranoid dad

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

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

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

He would get you whatever you were craving at whatever time

Sometimes he would judge your weird food combinations

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

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

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

Nic Nemeth

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

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

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

For once Nic felt like thing would work out for him

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

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

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

Samoa Joe

You just know Joe would be a massive teddy bear

He would take such good care of you and your baby

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

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

Joe would be sympathetic during your pregnancy

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

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

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

[daddyhausen]

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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[madhatterbri]

Nicholas (Nick) Jackson (AEW)

Arrangement - Y/N and Nick agree to an arrangement to avoid you paying a fine and getting suspended. 18+.

Lost and Found - Summary: Y/N always had a crush on Nick. One fight costs them their friendship. A wedding makes them both realize what they lost.

Morning After - Summary: The morning after Nick's birthday party.

Sleepover - Summary: Y/N's daughter has a nightmare, and Nick is there to save the day.

Console - Summary: Could I request a Nick Jackson imagine circa NJPW. 2018 before his and Matt’s match against the Golden Lovers? Maybe Y/N consoles him after their loss of the match and friendship. Maybe fluffy-smutty? Friends to lovers trope, possibly? Thanks so much! 💞

Objection - Summary: Reader is about to marry another guy, but Nick objects and expresses why the reader shouldn’t marry the guy. I was thinking something sweet with a little spice? ☺️

Crazy In Love - Summary: Together by blackmail, Nick and Y/N seem to be falling for the other.

Brothers - Summary: The reader is Nick’s girlfriend, but Matt has ill-feelings towards her because they used to date. Maybe Matt called it off, and she and Nick fell in love, and now Matt feels like he was left behind. You can make it dramatic. You can make her end up sleeping with Matt because of old feelings and maybe end it where Nick catches them.

Wanted Man - Summary: I had an idea that kinda goes along with your Nick Jackson “arrangement” story. What if the reader is in debt to Nick for whatever reason and he starts to be more demanding with his wants (could be anything from sex to murder, anything really) and every time the reader wants to disobey, he reminds her of their deal. I think it’d be some interesting drama. 18+.

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

Speakeasy - Summary: It's just smut. 18+.

Father Daughter Dance - Summary: Nick takes Y/N's daughter to a father-daughter dance.

Proposal - Summary: 6.) Christmas morning proposal

Pretty In Pink - Summary: i was thinking…. Matthew & or Nicolas Jackson with someone who’s like little Tiffany Stratton! This has been on my mind for like forever

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

The One Where They Fall in Love

Pairing: Basketball Player!Nick Jackson x Basketball Dancer!reader

Category: Fluff/Minor Angst if you squint

Word count: 4,423

Summary: Your dancing dream comes true when you make the Lakers dance team. As the basketball season begins, you’re excited to win the hearts of the crowd but you weren’t expecting to win the heart of a blue eyed Clippers player.

Warnings: Swearing

Idea from: @mrsmatt ❤️

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You made it! You couldn’t believe you made the team! Your dream was coming true right before your eyes. You were officially a Laker Girl! You read the team list over and over thinking your eyes were playing tricks on you, and you were thrilled they weren’t.

You and the rest of the girls that made the team were called back onto the court by the head coach to discuss the rules and to receive information packets detailing what you would need to purchase and what was provided along with any other important information. As you took a seat, you noticed the girls around you were just as excited, showcasing massive smiles. Some of the girls were clutching each others hands and arms, overwhelmed with joy.

The head coach called for everyone’s attention to welcome and congratulate all of you for making the team. She continued with going over things that were of the utmost importance such as the date and time for the first practice, the attire you were to wear to practice, and so on. As she spoke, the assistant coach passed out the information packets with more detailed information as well as contact information if questions arose after you left.

Once the meeting was over, you and the rest of the newly minted Laker Girls exited your seats. The closer you neared the door to exit the basketball court and enter the lobby you heard multiple male voices grow louder and louder as they neared. Sure enough a wave of men entered through another door nearby. You watched as the LA Lakers flooded the court, basketballs in hands of numerous players.

You were so caught up in watching the men divide into groups that you clearly weren’t watching where you were going thus almost getting ran over by one of the players. You stumbled and began to brace yourself for the inevitable fall but pair of strong hands caught you before you hit the floor. You looked up to see who your savior was. He was tall, a mess of brown and blond curls, blue eyes, and an athletic build. He was handsome no doubt.

“Are you okay?” Your savior asked, concerned evident in his eyes and his voice.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thank you for catching me. I wasn’t paying attention.” You confessed to the mystery man.

The man helped you stand upright and that’s when he noticed your clothing. You were in the required clothes for the Laker Girls tryout — a black crop top with black shorts and your audition number still pinned to your shorts. “You tried out for the dance team. How’d it go?” He questioned.

“It was great! I made the team! You’re looking at one of the newest member of the Laker Girls!” You we’re still thrilled and honored to have been good enough to be selected for the team. You worked your ass of this day. You were on your high school and college dance teams as well as an all-star team that competed in competitions across the west coast.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!” The man smiled, clearly happy for you. He could tell how excited you were and it was a contagious feeling.

“Thanks—” You cut yourself off not knowing the mystery man’s name.

“Kenny.” He smiled sticking his hand out. You accepted his hand for a handshake.

“Y/N.” You introduced yourself. “I guess I’ll being seeing you around. I’d like to chat some more but your coach is giving me an annoyed look. Have a great practice!” You called to him as you jogged to the door.

Over the next couple months, you and the rest of the girls practiced your skills and techniques before moving on to practice the first routine for the upcoming basketball season. You were overjoyed to receive your uniform, the purple and gold colors always caught your eye and became your favorite color scheme from an early age.

Fast forward to the first game of the season. You were nervous as were the rest of the new team members, but you knew once you got out there and the music hit you would be fine.

Basketball was a sport you grew up loving the way you loved dancing. You remembered back in high school you had tried out for basketball and dance. You had made both teams and were ecstatic but unfortunately when basketball season rolled around you were forced to choose between your passions. You were devastated when both head coaches sat you down to deliver the news. You knew you should have known but you hoped there was a way it would work out. Dancing was your first love, then came along basketball so you chose to dance. You loved expressing yourself through dance more than anything. It was therapeutic for you. You were so happy to have made that decision otherwise you wouldn’t be a Laker Girl.

Standing in the designated area for the Laker Girls, you watched the game begin. The Lakers were kicking off the season against the Clippers. You examined the opposing team’s players as they warmed up when one particular player caught your eye. He had long light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. You watched as he warmed up, never missing a single shot. It didn’t matter where he was on the court, he would always make the shot. You also noticed another player that looked very similar to him. This man had gorgeous dark brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were twins or not but you could tell they were definitely related in some way.

You finally tore your eyes away from the Clippers and over to your team. You observed them warm up like you did the Clippers. Your eyes searched for your good friend Kenny. When your eyes finally landed on him, he had just made a layup causing you to smile.

Kenny could feel eyes on him and when he turned his head in the direction he sensed someone looking at him, he smiled wide and gave you a little wave to which you returned.

Shortly after that, the game was starting. You watched in anticipation as the score for both teams increased rapidly. You cheered for your team but a little louder for Kenny.

Kenny had became a good friend over the past several months, helping you get to and from practice some days when your schedules were similar or when your car was getting worked on. You were thankful that he was so nice to you. Some of his teammates were intimidating. On the off chances you both had a free day, you would get together and play a little game of one on one or you would attempt to teach him your routine for the game. It was fun and carefree friendship that you had been lacking since moving to Los Angeles from your hometown.

The intensity of the game continued. The Lakers would make a shot then so would the Clippers. The back and forth continued all the way up to halftime.

The buzzer sounded signaling halftime and both teams began making their way to their respective locker rooms while the Clippers Spirit made their way onto the court for their performance. You and your teammates took a seat and watched on as the music began to play. They were good — really good. By the time they were finished, you were in awe of the routine. You were the first of the Laker Girls to clap and even cheer in appreciation of the performance, your fellow team members following suit.

Making your way onto the court, you felt your nerves attempt to get you flustered. The girl to your left, Mackenzie, who had became a good friend, patted your shoulder and gave you an encouraging smile. Mackenzie was a third year Laker Girl and had essentially taken you under her wing. You were beyond grateful for her guidance and support.

Before you knew it, the music began playing and the routine flowed through your body. You didn’t even have to think about what was next, it was second nature to you. You reveled in the crowd’s excitement and cheers as the climax of the routine hit. This was one of the countless reasons you loved dancing, hearing the roar of the crowd and seeing the joy on their faces. You also loved to tell a story through dancing.

As you and the girls were dancing, the Clippers players were making their way towards the court, stopping short to let the routine finish. The two players you noticed durning warmups were near the front of the group. You were too focused on dancing to notice them, much less notice the blue eyed one had his eyes locked on you the remainder of the dance. The brown eyed man nudged him with a knowing look. “Let me guess, you’re going to ask Kenny about her aren’t you?”

The blue eyed man attempted to hide a blush at getting called out. “Am I that obvious?” He had hoped not.

“If you have to ask then you already know the answer.” The brown eyed player chuckled.

Finally the music was drawing to a close and you were excited for the ending pose. It was one of your favorites. The pose was a sassy one that you found yourself practicing every chance you got. You and the girls hit the sass filled pose right when the music cut off. Your smile only grew bigger as the crowd erupted into applause and cheers.

The two Clippers players from earlier clapped along with the crowd. They were both impressed with you and saw the love and joy you felt durning what they saw of the routine.

Kenny and the rest of the Lakers had witnessed the ending of the dance as well. The whole team showed their love and support for ‘their girls’ as they liked to refer to the dancers. You thought it was cute and so did a bunch of the other girls which led to all of you calling the basketball team ‘our boys��. You learned from Kenny that the players were surprised by that but ultimately loved it.

As both teams filled the court once again, the two Clippers players from earlier caught your eye for second time. The blue eyed one had been looking in your direction when you locked eyes with him. He was quick to look away and shoot a three-pointer that sailed through the air and went in with a swish. You weren’t sure if he was attempting to impress you or what but you were having trouble taking your eyes off him. The brown eyed man stood next to his fellow teammate and went for the same shot, only his came up just short. That’s when you noticed through the men’s long hair that they had the same last name — Jackson. The blue eyed one’s jersey said N. Jackson and the other man’s said M. Jackson. They had to be brothers you concluded, they looked too much alike to not be.

Once the few minutes of warmups were done, the game resumed. The score showed 58-60 with the Clippers in the lead by two points. You didn’t know if you were prepared for the game to continue, but you clearly didn’t have choice in the matter.

The second half of the game was back and forth once more. The scoreboard was constantly changing the score as the game progressed. The Lakers would gain two points then the Clippers would gain three points. Moments later the Lakers would gain three points then the Clippers would gain two. It was a constant nail biting battle between the two teams. This is the kind of game you loved despite how stressed you always became.

Down to the last minute on the clock of the game, one of the Clippers players had the ball and went in for a layup but passed the ball to a teammate who then passed the ball to the blue eyed man, N. Jackson when he was open. He was at the top of the court and took his chance, it was a last ditch effort to score the win. It was as if time slowed down as the ball left his hands and soared through the air. The clock was ticking away, down to the final few seconds. Swish! The buzzer sounded one second later.

You let out a sigh of disappointment for your team, but strangely enough, you were kind of… happy? You were really confused by this because your team lost, but you were happy that the cute blue eyed man won the game for his team. Yeah, he’s cute but I have no clue who he is or much less met the man.

You watched as the Lakers congratulated the Clippers. That’s when you notice Kenny talking to the two Jacksons. You observed them for a few minutes. They must be friends with the way they’re smiling and laughing together. Your people watching was interrupted when Mackenzie waved her hand in front of your face.

“Sorry.” You apologized, fighting a blush you knew was creeping up as you felt your cheeks begin to feel hot.

She laughed softly. “We’re dismissed if you want to go talk to the lucky guy.” She turned her head in the direction you were looking. “Which one is he?”

“There’s something about the blue eyed man in the Clippers jersey.” You confessed, tearing your eyes away from him to see Mackenzie’s reaction.

She was grinning, shaking her head. “He’s been eyeing you ever since we finished our dance at halftime. Honestly, he gets this awestruck look on his face every time his eyes land on you.” Mackenzie gabbed your arm and began tugging you in the trios direction. “I want to witness the moment that you meet so I can tell the story at your wedding.” She mischievously grinned. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics and let her pull you towards Kenny and his friends. You had no idea what you were going to say, honestly it didn’t even matter because you just knew Mackenzie would do the talking for you. She had set you up on a handful of dates but none ever worked out. You hoped this would be different.

As you and Mackenzie were making your way across the court, Kenny locked eyes with you as he had been scanning the room and waved the pair of you over. “I think he was looking for you.” Mackenzie stated. You rolled your eyes because obviously he was but chose not to say anything.

“Hey girls. We were just talking about going out in about an hour to grab some food.” Kenny explained. “You girls want to join us? The more the merrier.” He was hoping to entice you to join them in hopes you and his friend would hit it off.

“Oh! Well that’s sweet but Mackenzie and I already—” You were cut off by Mackenzie.

“We would love to!” She beamed.

“Great! We’ll meet you by the front doors.” Kenny spoke, subtly giving a knowing smile to Mackenzie. He knew she picked up on the plan and probably had her own ready to put into play.

About an hour later you and your friend met the boys at the discussed spot, and fifteen minutes later the five of you were at a hole in the wall restaurant. Once at your table, Mackenzie and Kenny were quick to make sure you and the blue eyed N. Jackson were sitting side by side. Despite still not knowing his name or his teammates name, you gave them a welcoming smile and took the opportunity to introduce yourself.

The two men did the same, friendly smiles on both their faces. You learned the brown eyed male’s name is Matt and the blue eyed cutie you’ve been eyeing is named Nick. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were lit up, a beautiful shade of blue, eyes you could definitely get lost in.

Kenny was quick to notice how Nick looked at you. He was awestruck before, but this time, he was in a trance of sorts, his gaze never leaving your face. Matt and Kenny shared a look and shortly after, Matt kicked Nick’s leg under the table, grabbing his attention. Nick wasn’t pleased with the action, shooting his brother a glare. Matt wasn’t phased and gestured for Nick to make conversation with you. The younger brother nodded, taking a breath and psyching himself up.

Nick prayed he wouldn’t sound stupid and turn you off to him. “How… umm… long have you been dancing?” That didn’t sound as awkward as he anticipated. He watched as your eyes lit up, indicating he asked the right question.

As you went on a long spiel about how your love for dancing came to be, Nick was hooked. You had his full attention as he listened intently, chiming in when he felt it was appropriate. The pair of you were so absorbed into the conversation that you failed to realize your friends had slipped away from the table, successfully executing their plan of getting the infatuated couple together or at least giving them privacy.

It wasn’t until Nick asked Matt a question that the two of you looked around the table when Matt failed to give a response. The table was empty, no sign of your friends to be found as you searched the restaurant. That’s when it hits you. They wanted to set you and Nick up. “Since we’ve been ditched, anything you want to do? Just the two of us?” You asked, turning your head to look at the only other person at the table.

“Actually there is. There’s this little spot just out of the city that has a gorgeous view of the city. I’ve never been at night, wanna go check it out?” Nick asked, eyes full of hope as he scanned your face, searching for your answer before you voiced it.

You thought it over a few times, a cute guy and a gorgeous view of the city. This was too good to pass up. Finally, you nodded. “That sounds like a great idea, Nick.” You smiled, you cheeks beginning to flush. The thought of being alone with him made you feel all nervous and giddy like a teenager.

With the plan being settled, the two of you paid and exited the restaurant. “Oh, shit.” Nick froze as realization hit. “Kenny drove.” He was thrown off until his brain finally figured out what to do. “I’ll call an Uber to take us back to the stadium and we can take my car.” You nodded, agreeing that would be the best idea.

While you waited for your Uber, you struck up another conversation, this time swapping the worst date you’ve ever had stories. You considered yourself the queen of worst dates and as it turned out, you were in the presence of the king of worst dates. As that conversation ended another one began, the way everything flowed so smoothly between conversations was something you hadn’t experienced before, at least not with a potential boyfriend.

In the Uber, he was telling you some dad jokes he thought were hysterical while you were laughing your ass off at his delivery, plus you loved dad jokes too. You were thrilled that he was so funny. All of your previous boyfriends were so serious, sucking the fun out of everything, leaving you bored out of your mind.

Back at the stadium, you offered to split the Uber payment but Nick refused, insisting that he had it covered. He led you to his car and before you knew it, you were off to this lookout. As he drove further away from the city and onto a little dirt road, you examined the scenery, trees began to become more frequent and the sky became more visible. You noticed a makeshift sign coming up on the right. “Make out Mountain.” You read the sign out loud, shooting Nick a questioning look.

Nick turned nervous, he completely forgot about the sign. He pulled over before reaching the destination so he could explain. “This isn’t what you think. I completely forgot about the name of this place. I didn’t bring you here to make out.” He explained, turning in the driver’s seat to look at you. Once he was settled, he realized what he said. “N-not that I wouldn’t want to make out with you. I-I just meant that—” Nick stumbled over his words, horrified he had screwed up.

You rested your hand on top of his. Nick felt his heart beat skyrocket as your hand touched his. “I know what you mean.” You attempted to comfort him, then decided to give him a teasing wink before removing your hand. You wouldn’t say no to making out with him, despite just meeting him.

Nick felt relieved you weren’t upset with him. Wait… did she just imply that… Nick’s brain went into overdrive at your wink. He couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. He cleared his throat, settling back into the driver’s seat and throwing the car in drive. “The spot is just up ahead, around that big oak tree.” He informed you as he pressed the accelerator. You nodded becoming worried that you upset him, that your teasing wink wasn’t what you thought it was. You opted to just look out the window until his stopped the car again.

The next few minutes were awkward but mostly tension-filled. You were relieved when you felt the car roll to a stop. You couldn’t see much thanks to some tree branches so you exited the car, Nick followed suit. You couldn’t take the silence anymore. “If I made you uncomfortable or upset back there, that wasn’t my intention. I was just trying to lighten the mood.” You fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.

“No, it’s fine… I just… I was worried I upset you with the whole making out thing. I’ve been burned pretty badly before and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. That’s why I just.. kind of went silent. I got into my head too much.” Nick shrugged, rubbed the back of neck.

��I’m not upset. I tell you what, since neither one of us is upset with other, let’s start over. Right here, right now. You can show me the city lights and I’ll show you as many constellations as I can remember.” You offered, gesturing to the clearing beside you.

Nick nodded, a smile slowly growing on his face. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You followed Nick and the sight before you almost took your breath away. The city lights were gorgeous in the darkness of the night. You took a few moments to really appreciate it. “It’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed. “I just might have to steal this spot from you.” You joked, grinning.

After a few seconds of silence from Nick, you turned to face him only to find him looking at you with a look of admiration in his eyes. “Yeah, you are gorgeous.” He took a deliberate step towards you. “You’ve already stole more than this spot.” He admitted, his confidence increasing with every step he took and with every word he spoke. He stopped just two steps before you, you kept your eyes on his, mind racing at what would happen next. Nick’s eyes darted down to your lips then flickered back to your eyes. Your eyes copied his and it had felt like a magnet of sorts was pulling you to him as you took one step forward. Were you really going to kiss him this soon? You just met some odd hours ago, although it felt like you had know each other for years instead.

You took the final step towards him. Nick had his eyes locked on you with each step you took. The air had definitely changed from the time the two of you had reached this clearing until now. The air felt more electric and romantic. “I really want to kiss you right now.” He confessed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. Nick caressed your check with that same hand, instinctively you leaned into it.

“What’s stopping you?” Your voice was soft as you spoke. You brought your hand up to rest on his forearm.

That was all he needed to hear before leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. The anticipation was agonizing. Finally, both of Nick’s hands cupped your cheeks at the same time your hands came to rest on his chest. His lips connected with yours, your heart was pounding so loudly you just knew that he could hear it too. The kiss was slow and meaningful. Unfortunately, before too long you had to part for air. Slowly opening your eyes, you replayed the kiss again. Best kiss ever.

Nick was doing his best to even out his breathing and heart rate. He wasn’t expecting the kiss to be that good. He felt truly connected to you in that moment, feeling the same things you were feeling. He wondered if you felt it too.

When you finally caught your breath, you searched your brain for the words to explain how you felt. After several minutes of silence, you finally spoke. “I haven’t had a kiss like that in….” you trailed off, thinking back over the years, “well, I’ve never had a kiss like that.”

Nick felt a sense of satisfaction and pride upon hearing your reaction to the breathtaking kiss. “How do you feel about an actual date? One where our friends aren’t there to ditch us halfway through.” Nick offered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at what happened earlier. He noticed the light shine in your eyes as you instantly nodded.

“I would love that.” You grinned, reaching out the take his hand. “For now, let’s check out those constellations I mentioned. We can plan a real date later.” You tell him as you saw his eyebrows furrow, clearly focusing on what kind of date to plan. You tugged him a little ways away and gently pulled him down on the grass.

“Alright. You’re right. Show me your favorite one.” Nick settled himself on the grass and opened his arms for you. You happily accepted and tucked yourself into his side and began pointing out Orion’s Belt.

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Everything Has Changed--Ch. 28

Chapter 28

Nick

            “No. No effing way,” I snapped at Matt as we stood beside my Nissan in the parking lot of LAX. “You can go without me.”

            Matt rolled his eyes and banged his forehead against the roof of the car a few times. “Nick, come on. We don’t scratch, and we’re booked for a trio. You’re going to have to get over it eventually.”

            “Like hell I do!”

            “What are you going to do, avoid Kenny forever?”

            Anger flared up in my chest and I shoved away from the car. I laced my hands over my head, tugging down on my Clippers hat. What did Matt expect me to do? He hadn’t been there. He hadn’t seen what Kenny had done to Shaye. He had no fucking clue how she’d completely broken when she’d seen Kota come out that door. My brother knew that Kenny could have a selfish streak, and there was no doubt that he was so absolutely enmeshed with Kota Ibushi for the rest of his life.

            Behind me, Matt let out an exasperated sigh. “Help me out here, Nick. I don’t understand how it was so bad that you’re willing to bust up the Elite. To end the Young Bucks.”

            “I never said I wanted to stop wrestling with you!”

            A pressure started to build up behind my eyes.

            “It’s pretty much the same thing, man. The three of us said we’re going to do this together,” my brother said with a forced calm. “If the Elite are over, what’s the point?”

            My teeth clenched, and I swear I thought I was going to scream. I tugged on the brim of my hat and paced along the paint line beside the car. The longer it went, the more I felt as if the whole world had turned against me. That no matter what things he’d done, Kenny Omega would always be able to get away with anything.

            I threw up my hands. “Okay then. If that’s how you see it, then fine. I’m done.”

            Matt’s eyes went wide, almost as if he couldn’t believe that I’d actually said the words. “What? Nick…”

            “No. I’m out. You and Kenny tag together. I’m sure you’ll be fantastic.” The words dripped in sarcasm as they fell out of my lips. I shoved my way past him and yanked the door open. “Find your own fucking way home.”

            Before Matt could say another word, I started the car and peeled out of the space. Maybe it wasn’t fair to leave him in the middle of the parking lot at LAX. But just then I didn’t care. It was me or Kenny. And it looked like my brother—my best friend—had chosen Kenny.

***

Shaye

            It was sickening how easy it was. I wanted to hate myself for every breath I drew because I’d fallen back into this rhythm with Kenny within a matter of days that made me feel somehow sick inside. Dirty. As if I were doing something horrible.

            Damon hadn’t spoken to me since that night I caught him sneaking out his bedroom window. He wouldn’t even look at me. I knew with every fiber of my being that I’d let him down. That I’d turned out to be what he thought I was—just another extension of our parents who looked at him and saw him as a screw up. It didn’t matter that I didn’t really think that way. My brother had convinced himself that I did, so there was no changing it. Damon Walker was as stubborn as traffic in midtown at rush hour.

            “Do you know when you’re coming back here?” I asked, absolutely hating the whining neediness in my voice. I sank beneath the covers on my bed, pulling them up to my chin.

            “This weekend. I’ll be in California for a couple shows with the Bucks,” Kenny replied in that smooth, low tone of his that felt like sinking into a steaming hot bath. There was still something about him—even knowing everything that had happened and every lie that he’d told—that could ease me down to my bones.

            I sucked in my breath at the mention of the Young Bucks. I’d pretty much cut off contact with Nick Jackson after the last time we’d spoken. It wasn’t fair to him, whatever this was. “Oh, awesome.”

            “Why? Do you want to come?” It wasn’t hard to imagine that he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about that prospect.

            “No!” The word came out in a half croak, half scream. “I mean, it’s okay. I have work anyway.”

            Kenny chuckled, and I felt a shiver rush down my spine. Like someone had dropped ice in the back of my shirt. “Don’t want to see me?” When he spoke again, his voice was hard. “Or don’t you want to see Nick?”

            “I…” My heart dropped into my toes. I thought I was going to vomit. “I…”

            The laughter that came down the line was dark and heavy. I’d never heard his voice like that. “Shaye, are you hiding something?”

            My guts turned inside out. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth was dry, filled with cotton and sandpaper. I gagged as I tried to suck in air to keep from throwing up.

            “I… I’m… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. Tears burned the back of my eyes. “I just can’t. I can’t come to California.”

            “You weren’t invited anyway,” he said flatly.

            I squeezed my eyes shut as the world started spinning beneath me. The words were so angry, so hurtful. It felt like he’d slapped me. “I know.”

            Kenny took a breath, almost as if he had to work up the patience to stay on the phone with me. Who is this person? I thought. This isn’t Kenny.

            “Come on, Shaye,” he said at last, his voice returning to something resembling his normal timbre. “I’m messing with you. If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to. It’s okay.”

            A piece of the knot in my chest let go, but there was still a sense of ice and lead deep in my stomach. I hated myself for this. For how easy it had been for him to drag me back, even if I’d walked right back into the fire of my own free will.

***

Nick

            “What the hell did you do?” Sam screamed at me from the other end of the phone. “Why am I driving to fucking LA to pick Matt up because you left him in the parking lot of the airport?”

            I rolled my eyes and thought about throwing the phone out the window. “Sam, I really need you to stop calling me and yelling. Or just yelling in general.”

            “Don’t cop an attitude with me, Nick Jackson,” she growled. “I had to leave the studio after I’d just back varnished a brand-new canvas to drive to LAX through traffic to pick him up. You are not going to talk to me like that.”

            “I’m not doing this. Not right now, not later, not tomorrow.” My head throbbed. I was more exhausted than I could ever remember being after a loop. “I just want to go home and crash. Please, leave me alone.”

            She went quiet for maybe the first time since I’d known her. The silence stretched for several minutes, so long that I thought the call had dropped. Then I heard her voice, sharp as glass. “Okay. Fine.”

            Then she hung up.

            I slammed the heel of my hand into the steering wheel and swore as I threw my phone into the passenger seat. This day just kept getting better and better.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Purge

Summary: This work was inspired by @im-just-a-mississippi-girl ‘s fic (which you can find here)

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader

Warnings: dark content, mentions of depressive feelings (such as worthlessness, rage, self doubt, lack of hope), comfort.

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The backyard pool itself was not enough to bring his body temperature down, but paired with the pouring autumn rain, it could drop his internal warmth down enough for his fingertips to go numb. Nick stared at his fingers, the smooth digitals now wrinkly and corrugated, the damp skin paler in comparison to the rest of his body, and Nick wondered if the flesh would feel chewy like a raisin against his teeth.

The never ending stream of sadness fell down from the heavens to engulf his body, making the pool feel a bit colder than before, and Nick’s thoughts roamed to the possibility of this being God’s tears after listening to his unceasing string of sorrowful prayers.

A loud roar echoed above Nick’s head, a loud booming sound, powerful enough to shake the ground beneath his feet, “A father’s reprimand” Nick thought to himself.

The silver sky lightened up with a streak of bold light, confirming Nick’s previous thoughts. “Well, there’s not much you can do from up there, huh? Besides judging and rebuking me for my ingratitude” His azure orbs stared up at the sky, feeling the cold droplets of rain upon his cheeks, “You can take away from me anything you want, you granted me all of those things anyway. The only thing I beseech thee, merciful Lord, is to let me keep her. Please, allow me to have her…I know, I’m not worthy of asking you anything, not after all the blessings you sent my way. But you know my heart, my soul, my feelings, you know the constant turmoil inside of me..you know everything, don’t you? Omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient” Nick huffed “Makes prayers kind of pointless, no? You already know what I’m gonna say, so why should I bother? In the end it’s a waste of both of our time”.

Nick exhaled all the air out of his lungs, and pushed his body down to the bottom of the pool. His arms floated above his head as he sat down on the turquoise tile floor, as the world around him seemed to move in slow motion. The sounds are muffled and distant, the water pressure seeming to lull him into a state of peace of mind, and time was an unknown creature that held no power against him whatsoever. It was like being back in the womb, with no notion of time or space, no worries nor noises.

External factors are always the best kind of distractions, they force your mind to focus on these subjects instead of listening to the chaos spiraling within you, it’s an interesting feeling of freedom. It's a dual factor, like being alive without a body or having feelings without the need for a heart.

Under the water you can simply exist, without reason, needs, control, justifications, choices or responsibilities. For an instant you stop being a human being to become a part of the water itself, you become one - a true union. At that moment nature reveals its ancient healing power, momentarily erasing all of Nick’s doubts, insecurities, sins, feelings of inferiority, worthlessness, rage, sadness…nothing existed once he was secured by the embrace of the water.

Nick’s lungs burned with the need for oxygen, as his brain began to send waves of panic throughout his system to signal the accumulation of carbon dioxide within his body. His heart began to pump blood faster through his veins, in an attempt to keep his red blood cells alive enough to keep the life floating inside his body. Nick could hear his frantic heartbeat beating inside his head like an old church bell, the pressure accumulating enough that he could feel his pulsing heart behind his ears.

He could feel it coming, the peace of mind and spirit side by side at last. He debated whether he should embrace it forever or give himself one more chance, and the choice was made the minute he faintly heard your desperate voice calling for him from above the pool edge.

Your tear-filled eyes were the first thing his eyes caught the minute he reached the surface, as another roar of thunder echoed above you and Nick sighed at the heavens reprimand. Your clothes were soaked from the heavy rain, your hair stuck to your cheeks and your tears mixed with the droplets of the angel's mourning that fell from the skies above, becoming one as they rolled down your face.

“Nick, what are you doing in the pool in this weather?” You reached for him to grab your hand the minute a lightning bolt struck the gray sky “You’re gonna get yourself killed! C’mon, get out”

He stared at your face, with confusion painted all over his features, body shivering from the lack of warmth, and eyes searching yours, wanting a reason to leave nature’s cool and calming womb.

“Baby, please. You’re scaring me” Your voice was small, similar to a lost child. Your lips quivered as the sharp wind covered your damp body like a blanket made of snow. “Nicky, please let’s go inside so you can tell me what’s going on. I wanna help you, I love you, please”

“Why?” He mumbled in a weak voice

“Why what, love?”

“Why do you love me?”

“How could I not love you? You’re the best man I’ve ever met in my life” You jumped in fright and your eyes darted to the sky as another thunderclap reverberated across the sky, “Honey, please. Let’s go inside, I’m begging you!” Your feet dragged across the concrete floor, getting closer to the edge of the pool.

You said a silent prayer and you felt your heartbeat quicken the closer you got to the water, as a loud terror-filled sob escaped your lips as you dipped the tip of your bare foot inside the water.

Nick’s eyes snapped towards your foot, and he felt himself moving before he could even think straight. He swam towards you and closed his fist around your ankle before you could sink your leg deeper inside the pool, “Go back” He stated before pushing himself out of the water.

Nick felt your arms circling around his waist, squeezing his ribs until his lungs burned with the need for air. “It’s ok, angel. C’mon, let’s go inside, you’re freezing”.

Once inside Nick dragged you to the first floor bathroom and as he turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up, he helped you get out of your soaked clothes. Nick held your hand as you stepped inside the tub, the warm shower water instantly washing away the coldness from your skin.

Your fingers laced with Nick’s as you pulled him inside the shower with you. You sat down on the tub and tugged his hand so that he would do the same, and once you were both settled inside the tub, you adjusted the temperature of the shower to get it warmer since his body was colder than yours.

Your legs spread so he could settle between them, while your arms circled his collarbone as you pushed him back to rest his back against your torso with his head on your shoulder.

“What happened, my sweet boy?” Your voice was soft against his ear, warm and cozy as the shower fog began to settle on the tiles of the wall.

“I’ll never be good enough, no matter what I do. I’ll never get past the ‘Matt Jackson’s younger brother’ title…he’ll always be better, luckier, prettier. Him and his perfect family portrait-looking face, kind eyes and bright smile always captivated everyone, including girls. Even you, he had his eyes on you first and at the time he even contemplated breaking up with his girlfriend to be with you” He took a deep sigh “Just for once I would like to not be overshadowed by him. I would like to be the first choice”.

Nick grabbed your left hand and began to play with your wedding ring, he toyed with the intense blue colored gem and watched as the shades of blue turned into purple as he positioned it under the light in different angles. The choice for a Tanzanite for your engagement ring had not been random, not only did it have a beautiful color that you loved, but its meaning was also so much deeper. The rare gem was much like you: bold yet sophisticated, unique and with elegance and style. It was the symbol of love unlike any other, which was exactly what you two had. It represented new beginnings, prosperity, good fortune, and renewed optimism for a future filled with happiness, things Nick certainly wanted your relationship to always have.

When he first thought about proposing to you, he knew that a diamond ring would be too common. “Everybody has it! Just because it’s expensive and a ‘tradition’. You know what I say though? Fuck traditions! If I ever get married I want a ring that has a deeper meaning, something that will make me think of something special. I want to feel like I’m carrying my relationship around my finger, I want it to have the weight of our love and not just some plain, random diamond whose meaning is basically the same worldwide. ‘The more expensive the better’ they say, well I say ‘the more meaningful the better’. I don’t care about its carats, I care about what its meaning is”. That was your statement when you were still just friends, and Nick kept that in mind when he went to buy your engagement ring.

“The perfect stone to carry our love through the ages. Meaningful and beautiful, yet so fragile, like life” You spoke in a choked voice as Nick slipped the ring on your finger that friday afternoon, precisely 10 years ago.

Your eyes caught him staring at the gem around your finger and you smiled softly “You were, are, and always will be my first choice, Nick” You stated truthfully, closing your grip around him to hug him even tighter “I love you! The only man I’ve ever truly loved, the only man that was ever able to make me smile just by saying his name, the only man that ever made me want to have children, the only man that made normalcy and a white fence sound appealing. It’s you, Nick. You were the only man who made all of that possible, baby”.

His eyes looked up at your face, his blue orbs searching for the veracity of your words, a warm wave of relief flooding his heart when he found it.

“Besides, how are you going to meet our baby girl if you weren’t my first choice?”

Nick felt his body stiffening with surprise after hearing your question, and he quickly turned around, kneeling on the bathtub and cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“What? Are you for real? Are you really pregnant, angel?” Nick’s hand left your cheek to move onto your belly

“Yes, I went to my doctor this morning because I was feeling kinda funky and well, I found out a baby girl is on the way. Her due date is at the end of July, so I think you’ll have a birthday buddy” You smiled widely when tears rolled down Nick’s face. “Now we just have to choose a name-“

“Raven” Nick whispered and smiled at the meaning of the name “Our favorite poem” He intertwined your fingers together on top of your belly as you nodded “Raven”.

As he turned off the shower, helped you get out of the tub, and wrapped your body in a fluffy towel, Nick stared at his murky reflection on the foggy mirror. Grabbing a small piece of toilet paper, he wiped down the fogginess from the glass until his twisted reflection became clear again.

As you left the bathroom side by side, Nick stopped at the foggy end of the mirror and wrote “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary...quoth the Raven, Nevermore”

No more loss, no more sadness, no more doubt, no more uncertainties, no more grief. His little Raven said nevermore, because now the only things that would live inside of Nick’s heart are happiness and content.

[madhatterbri]

Well damn good morning to yall too. 😂😂😂

Id love to request female reader x the elite (bucks and kenny) from the promt list with humiliation

Ps i love your writing!

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Humiliated (18+)

The Young Bucks x f/Reader x Kenny Omega

E9: Humiliation

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Erotic humiliation aka Humiliation Kink. Slapping. Spitting. Choking. DP anal. P in v. Unprotected sex.

Requested by @adamcolesbaybay. Thank you for loving my work

WC: 688

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Nick's hand was wrapped around her throat as Kenny was fucking her throat. Nick could feel the shape of his cock, and Matt had her legs thrown over her shoulders as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could.

Her body was already overstimulated with how they keep pulling back just as she was about to cum.

"No,no,no. You don't get to cum yet. Not until you are filled with us or we have our fill of you. What ever happens first." Kenny had said just before he shoved his cock down her throat.

Her body was already covered with their cum and their spit. Her throat sore from how long each of them have fucked her throat for.

Kenny was mutter degrading names under his breath as he got closer and closer to finishing in her mouth once more.

"Cum guzzler."

"Fuckin' bitch."

"Dumb whore."

And that seemed to turn her on even more, if that was possible.

Her eyes closed just as Kenny gripped her hair, thrusting in her mouth one last time as he stilled, as his cum filled her mouth, but she didn't dare swallow.

Not without being told to.

Kenny pulled out of her mouth, and cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Nick told her to look at him, which she did.

"Open your mouth." Nick demanded.

She did, and the three of them groaned in unison at the sight of Kenny's cum still in her mouth.

Nick gripped her chin, and spit in her mouth.

He turned her face to look at Matt, and he spint in her mouth as well, as he continued to fuck her.

Kenny shook his head, indicating that he wasn't going to spit.

"Swallow it, now." Matt demanded, and she did swallow it on a few gulps, as there was just so much.

Kenny slapped her clit, making her cry out in a bit of pain, trying to close her legs and push Matt away.

"Don't even think about it." Matt grunted as he pushed her legs even further apart.

She didn't say her safe word, and the four of them kept going.

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Her body was sore as she sandwiched between Nick and Kenny.

Nick was behind her, buried in her ass, as Kenny was laying below her, his cock nestled in her pussy, not having to move as was savouring the feeling of her walls clenching his cock.

Matt was laying next to them taking a breather as he watched his brother and best friend fuck her.

Nick suddenly stilled, forcing a whine from her cum coated mouth.

"Move for me." He demanded, and she was so fucked out of her mind, she didn't do it.

Nick slapped her ass, hard. "I said move bitch."

She started to move as best as she could.

"Is that all you can do?" Kenny scoffed, but didn't do anything to help her.

The three of them watched her fuck herself on two cocks.

This all became to much for Matt, he stood up on the bed, holding her head as he quickly jerked himself off as she opened her mouth.

Matt came, covering her face, telling her that she can't clean it yet as she continued fuck herself upon their cocks.

Her mouth was still open, and her eyes were closed.

"Shut your whore mouth, cumslut."

Matt said as he slapped his softening cock against her cheek.

Nick groaned out her name, his mouth falling open as he came, his cum filling her ass.

Kenny, not being able to take how tight her pussy was clenching around him, grabbed her hips and start to thrust up.

"Cum, cum now!" Matt demanded, and she screamed out their names, her body shaking atop of Kenny, as Nick pulled out of her ass, his cum slowly leaking onto the cum covered sheets below.

Kenny fucked her through the most intense orgasm of her life, and she even blacked out a bit, as she collapsed against his chest, her body still shaking.

Kenny came, him grunting her name as he filled her pussy with his cum.

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[soulless-bex]

pjo x mcu au where Nick Fury learns about the mythological world and, in exchange for being gifted with clearsight (because he’s Nick Fury and not being able to see/know everything is making his paranoia worse), he gives the demigods their own subdivision of shield with the fundings that comes with to take care of mythological threats

did i mention that Fury gets to have little to no control over said subdivision? like, he knows what they’re doing, but he knows better than to tell them what to do

cue the Avengers being exceedingly frustrated when everyone refuses to tell them what the new shield department is for, and even more so when Percy (who is obviously the head of the department what do you mean) starts to tell them (read: order) to leave his team alone