#nick jackson fanfiction

[midwestmade29]

Proposition 🫠

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

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

Original request:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ex-excuse me?” you asked nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nicholas, please! I-I want you now!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

You scared me

Nicholas Jackson X Fem (wrestler) reader

Summary: Y/N scares Nick during her match.

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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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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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?

***

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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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.  

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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.

[midwestmade29]

Play With Me 😏

Thank you to Anonymous for sending in this request! 🥰 Word Count: 1,064 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF by: @supakixbabe

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂

There's just something about Nick Jackson and his hair that does things to you...

There are many things to love about Nick, from his beautiful blue eyes to his silliness, to his kind soul and his athleticism. Sure, those were just a few things that made you fall hard for him, but one of the first things you noticed about Nick was his hair. It’s usually secured in a hair tie or under a hat, but your favorite is when he lets it down just for you. It doesn’t matter if it’s wet from him taking a shower or if it’s a tangled mess, you always have your fingers running through it. You love the way he closes his eyes and instantly relaxes when you play with his long strands, braiding them, twisting them around your finger, or brushing them. It’s a simple act of love and intimacy, but it’s definitely your favorite.

It was rare that you both had a night with nothing going on and no place to be. The quiet moments like these felt like they were few and far between, so you were taking full advantage of the alone time. You fixed Nick’s favorite meal for dinner and afterwards the two of you settled on the couch to watch a movie. About halfway through, Nick ended up resting his head in your lap, and you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. He wrapped his arms around one of your legs and nuzzled in close, his eyes still focused on the movie until his phone started ringing. He grabbed it off the ottoman and silenced it when he saw that it was Matt. “I’ll call him back later,” he shrugged. Instead of returning his attention back to the tv, he turned and laid on his side facing you, his blue eyes looking up at you with a smile on his face. “This is nice,” he commented affectionately. Your stroked his cheek with your fingers, making Nick melt into your touch. “What’s nice?” you asked curiously. “Having you all to myself. Spending time together with no interruptions or things we have to do. I don’t remember the last time we had an entire evening to do whatever we wanted,” Nick said coyly while planting a soft kiss on the top of your thigh. “Mr. Jackson, are you hinting at something?” Suddenly, you weren’t interested in the movie anymore.

With his head still on your lap, he kept his eyes on you as his fingertips lightly grazed your skin as his hand made its way underneath your shirt. When his fingers brushed up against your bra, you felt a rush of heat in between your legs. Nick had quite the effect on your body, no matter how soft or gentle his touch was. He began rubbing your nipple through the lacy fabric, causing you to squirm a little at the friction. “I take it we’re done watching the movie?” you teased. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather watch you come undone instead,” Nick sat up, grabbed the tv remote and shut it off before standing up. He held his hand out to you, and you gladly took it as he helped you to your feet. He kissed your lips hungrily, making quick work of getting your clothes off. They ended up in a pile on the floor making Nick smile appreciatively at your bare skin. His arms snaked around your sides; his fingers unhooked your bra with ease. When he slid it down your arms, he smirked at the goosebumps that had spread all over your body, “So beautiful, Y/N,”

In no time, Nick’s clothes joined yours on the floor, and he was now sitting on the couch. “Come here,” he said softly. You placed your legs on each side of his thighs, his hard length standing at attention just waiting for you to take it inside of you. Your cunt hovered above his tip, your wetness barely coating it which made the both of you gasp at the sensation. Before Nick took one of your stiff peaks into his mouth, he playfully teased you, “Your body is giving yourself away, Y/N. I don’t think you were interested in watching the movie either,” While his tongue flicked and glided over your nipple, he massaged your other breast with his hand, making you whimper at the pleasure, “Nick please! I need you!” He was unphased by your plea as he moved his mouth over to your other nipple and repeated the same ritual as he did on the other one.

Your hips started rocking causing your folds to slide around on his length, making your arousal grow that much more. You decided to take the lead when you reached between your legs, grabbing hold of Nick’s throbbing cock and positioning it at your entrance. As your tight cunt pulled him in inch by inch, you both cursed under your breath. “Jesus, Y/N! You feel incredible!” he moaned against your collarbone. You picked up your pace, rocking yourself as deeply and as quickly as you could while the delicious pressure continued building deep in your core. Nick’s hair was twisted and tangled around your fingers while his own were gripping your hips tightly, leaving little red marks on the skin there. When you tugged and pulled his hair, he hissed from the slight sting, but he didn’t stop you when you did it again. “I-I’m so close! So, fucking close Nick!” fell from your lips as you felt yourself about to topple over the edge.

Nick watched as you fell apart, a big grin covered his entire face as your body shuddered against him. You continued to ride out your release, bringing him over the edge with you as he filled you with everything he had to give. You rested your forehead on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him while the both of you caught your breath and came down from your high. He groaned when you eventually removed yourself from him but reveled in the way your body felt against his skin. “You know anytime another person sits in this spot on the couch, I’m going to have a flashback to this moment, right?” Nick jested.

Through your laughter, you managed to squeak out a reply, “And you know that anytime I ever watch this movie again, I’ll be thinking about the same thing.”

[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

[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

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

I Still Get Jealous

Pairing: Nick Jackson x wife!reader

Category: Fluff/Light Angst

Word count: 4,023

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

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: rihannaproctor14 on Wattpad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[let-me-love-you-loki]

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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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.