#matt jackson fanfiction
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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 MATT JACKSON MASTERLIST 」
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「 SUMMARY 」 — you’ve never squirted before. matt makes it his mission to make her squirt multiple times over
「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], fingering, soft sex, groping, praise, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.1k
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x matt jackson
「 GENRE 」 — smut
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matt sat at the edge of the bed completely perplexed by the string of words that just left your lips. all the while you crumpled into an embarrassed heap, red faced and naked before your loving husband, shying away into your knees to avoid his pleading gaze
“wait wait…’ he began, joining you at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard, still trying. to gauge your words
“what do you mean you’ve never squirted before?” he questioned, repeating your words, smoothing down stray strands of hair that fell across your eyes and atop your forearms. his hand made its way under your chin, guiding your face up to meet his gaze. the honey-brown of his irises bared his soul, trying to give comfort in your rather self-imposed, embarrassment
your eyes scanned his features, hoping to not find any mockery or judgement behind them. you didn’t, thankfully. you knew matt loved you wholeheartedly. he was mature enough to not judge you on something so juvenile and quite frankly unimportant. yet in the back of your mind, your own thoughts kept persisting, just lingering on that he might find your repulsive or not a decent lover.
you opened your mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment, letting a soft breath exhale from your lips before shutting them again. the calloused pad of matt’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip daintily, smearing some of the glittery lip gloss you’d been adorning throughout the day, his thumb now shiny and shimmering under soft lamp-light, an almost golden hue to the pearlescent speckles that graced his skin.
“its not that i’ve never wanted to…” you began, biting your bottom lip in hesitance as your avoided your loving husbands gaze once more, cheeks buried with a heated fury, all the while matt stared with a worried yet, understanding glance
“i just…i’ve tried but i don’t know how…” you admitted coyly, a small chuckle leaving your lips just at how ridiculous this entire scenario sounded. especially falling on the ears of your adoring husband, who was nothing short of compassionate throughout every ordeal you faced. he surely knew that this would have not been an easy thing for you to confess.
he understood that women were always put high on a pedestal of sexual prowess, needing to be good but not too good to overshadow their male counterparts. experienced but not to the point where they know more than he. consequently not inexperienced enough to not know what they’re doing. to be virgins but not be clueless, to be experienced but to not have slept around. the expectation was too high to compete with, he’s come across women who feel like they need to fuck like porn stars in order to please their lovers, being able to endure such reckless, uneducated encounters and be expected to put out afterwards.
matt gave a solomon hum in response, placing a gentle hand upon your knee tracing featherlight shaped up and down your calf, from knee to ankle, travelling slowly back up your thigh until he rested the tips of his fingers against your exposed hip bone. he leaned into you, his free hand wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your warm, naked frame into his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft, rhythmic thrums of his heart beat amongst the silence that flooded the bedroom. his fingers threaded lightly through the strands of hair, massaging your scalp with slow, gentle strokes
“you know i love you, right?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, accompanied with a subtle, tired and husky rasp that you’d become so accustomed to in the midnight hours over the years. you replied with a small him, nuzzling yourself into the warmth of his broad chest. his head resting idly atop of yours, leaning down to kiss your hairline before pulling away to gaze upon your features momentarily
“and i never want you to think you need to be embarrassed of things like this. don’t this you not being able to do something makes me love you any less”
the calloused pad of his thumbs felt so coarse against your smooth cheeks. your heated skin burning against the relative coolness of his palms, succumbing to his touch, his embrace. the whites of your eyes become glossy, pupils blown with adoration and utmost love towards your husband, who stared back with the most endearing smile that you could not help but fall deeper in love with.
“you want me to help you?” matt quipped with his usual flirtatious tone, amorous flair dripping from the tip of his tongue. your body grew more heated, a furious blush burned your cheeks, feeling him nuzzle into your neck and squeeze at your hips
“and how would you go about doing that?” you murmured seductively, leaning up to trail kisses against his jawline, the corse, wiry strands of his beard tickled your skin. he pursed his lips into a thin line, humming sweetly with a cocky undertone, almost as if he was challenging your words
“i have my ways” he retorted, resuming his fiery passion with hungry kisses across your jawline and neck. matt shuffled slightly in the mattress, the silky bed sheets provided a cool sensation to his hot flesh. he positioned himself behind you, his large chest pressed against your back, a calming effect it had on you, setting aside your nerves for now as he held you close.
matt began to lick and nip at your neck, taking the soft skin between his lips and lightly nibbling and marking the flesh. a chorus of soft moans reverberated into your skin, making your writhe and shudder closer into him
“matt…” you whimpered, feeling his ring-worn palms brush against your perky nipples, the swollen buds sensitive and overstimulated from his persistent touching, eventually he took them between two fingers, his index finger and thumb, lightly twirling and yanking them as pleasured moans erupted from your lips
“please…” you continued between shaky breaths, matt gave your nipples one final tug, and a hard one at that, the initial sting as he release sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core. he returned to groping your breasts, the pillowy mounds turning to soft, malleable putty in his palms, squeezing and contorting the flesh however he saw fit.
“be patient, princess…” matt’s words were tantalisingly sweet in your ears, his voice still held that low rumble, reminiscent of a growl or another guttural sounding remark. his hands trailed slowly down your stomach, delicate touches were all you felt at the feeling would grow and dissipate in intervals the lower his digits sunk. eventually, he stopped at the mound of your sex, tracing the indents of your hip bones and pelvis, the axis of where your thigh and hip met, down your thighs and close to your ass where flesh was not covered by silky cream coloured sheets.
your skin burned and tingled with his touch, so desperate, craving him more. begging for him to please you like a husband should. his fingers continued to explore your flesh, inching back to your mound, in between your thighs where he slotted both hands between them, slowly beckoning your thighs open.
“spread ‘em for you, sweetheart” you gave no resistance as he spread your thighs apart for you. his fingers traced delicate lines across your mound, with one finger between your folds, spreading your wetness around and against your inner thighs. your moans sweet, interjected with small hitches of your breath each time your husband’s rugged finger would circle around your clit
“so wet for me” he muttered against the skin of your neck, words muffled through frantic kisses. he spread your folds further, dipping two fingers into the warm wetness of your cunt. despite just being his fingers, the stretch of your cunt around him was nothing short of wonderful, feeling both digits curl deep inside you was just as mesmerising as the first time you both engaged in it
his name mixed in with your moans, so ravenous with so much want for your husband’s touch. his lips pecked the delicate skin, peppering feverish kisses to your jawline, feeling himself grow hard against the small of your back. a throb that was persistent and evident against your skin. his tip engorged and red, drooling with warm beads of pre-cum, uncontrollable with his lust
“good girl…” he cooed, nipping gingerly at your earlobe. “you ‘ve always been so good for me”
all you could muster was a small hum in response, feeling his fingers dig and curl deeper into your dripping cunt, the digits glossy with your sweetness each time he would pry them from your warmth. you tilted your head back, gasping and moaning into his jawline, leaving wet open-mouth kisses to the flesh.
the rumbles of his moans resonating low in his chest, the soft vibration between your shoulder blades and against your back. it was a comfort you’d found yourself melting into, a comfort that made life feel safe and serene. just warm against the heat of his chest
his fingers curled deeper into your void, gathering your sticky wetness, about ready to spill down your thighs. he could feel the heavy pulses around his digits, the pull of your cunt dragging him deeper into the void of arousal. his cock throbbing with such desires that could rival the sinful wanting of the devil himself. matt’s teeth would gently nip and bit at your skin, pulling you out of your euphoric pleasures for a moment to gasp and mewl at the sensation
“matt…” you whimpered once more, his name lingering on the cusp of your breaths, rolling off the tip of your tongue with such ease and much to his amusement. your cunt ached with a dull throb, pulsating with heat as you tried to calm yourself, feeling that arousal bubble in your belly, wetness beginning to pool around your husband’s fingers.
“don’t fight it, princess. just let it happen” matt cooed sweetly, momentarily deafening the wet squelching sound between your thighs, a pool of wetness vide toy forming between them.
“oh fuck-“ you cried out, orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave.
“that’s it, pretty girl” your husband’s voice lulled you through your orgasm, blankets damp, a puddle of your juices between your shaking thighs. matt’s finger is still forcibly filling your void, egging you on, desperate to get another orgasm out of you.
“matt please…” you cried out again. the sound of your wet, dripping cunt, oozing warmth around your husband’s fingers was almost too much to bear. matt remained silent momentarily, merely enjoying the sounds your body produced. the sweet wet squelch between your thighs, your frantic whimpers, your please for him to give you more, something, anything. just another chance to revel in your orgasm.
“give me one more, sweetheart. i know you can”
“matt i can’t-“ you panted, evidently breathless from the lovely assault from his fingers. your cunt so overly and thoroughly stimulated. so sensitive to his touch, body practically jolting and shuddering every time his fingers would curl inside of your cunt or gingerly graze across your clit.
with that, you spilled over once more. this time matt releasing his fingers from your void. your sweetness gushing down your thighs, like a fountain. an audible gasp left your lips at the visible wet stain between your thighs, the sheets completely soaked, as were matt’s fingers. the calloused digits literally dripping with you, with your sweetness, the culmination of your arousal
he gave no hesitation in bringing them towards his lips, sucking and cleaning his fingers, his tongue lapping up your sweetness like a man lost in the desert dying of thirst. that insatiable thirst instantly quenched upon your juices mingling with his taste buds
you could not help but be overcome with a profound embarrassment, cheeks heated and flush with orgasm but also shame. you’d ruined your favourite bedsheets, made a mess of them. your inner thighs glistening and wet with your own warmth. you don't necessarily know how to feel, despite your husband's resounding, proud smile. you felt…disgusted in a way at yourself for making such a mess. matt took note of your sombre expression, his mood chipper mood instantly softening to one of worry and heartache
“no, my sweet girl. you did so well”
it’s like he could read your thoughts, his mind synching with your own in some telepathic marital bond. his hands fell to your shoulders, massaging the taut flesh, trying to absolve some of your stress and worries away. his lips leaving soft, lingering kisses to the back of your head, subtly in having your sweet scent.
“you sure?” you questioned, desperate for your loving husband’s undying reassurance. “i mean. i made a mess”
the aforementioned bedsheets, soaked, cold and sticking to your heated skin slightly
“that’s the fun part” matt retorted cheerfully, trying to brighten up the mood. he wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, pulling you in, once more to his chest, his breathing regaining slightly, feeling the subtle thrum of his heartbeat against your back.
“don’t worry about the sheets sweetheart. go get yourself ready in the shower, i’ll be with you in a minute” matt hummed softly against your hair, plain going another lingering kiss to your temple before getting up, gathering the sheets in a bundle as you stood up.
you made your way into the bathroom, your cunt still aching and dripping with pleasure. you sure as hell knew matt wasn’t done with you yet. the heated lights rained down on your skin, only emphasising the burning sensation that ran throughout your body. turning the water on, letting the water run cold for a moment before stepping in, hoping it would cool down some of the desire that burned within you.
you hissed as the frozen water met your skin, soon feeling relieved as it effectively cooled down your system. in matt’s absence you gathered the lavender and bergamot shampoo in your palm, lathering it in your hair, sighing in relief at the sensation. matt silently entered alongside you, placing sweet kisses to your neck and the tops of your shoulders as you raised the shampoo out of your hair. his hips instantly began grinding against your ass, his cock still semi-hard against your skin.
“god i fucking love you, princess” he mumbled against your skin, guiding the swollen tip of his cock bee teen your thighs, parting your soaked folds , slipping his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. you gasped at the sensation, at the force of his movements. he smelled into you with vigorous force trying to pry another orgasm from your walls almost instantly. water beating down on both your skin, enveloping you in clouds of steam and sweat sticky against your skin
you hummed along the lines of an “i love you too” in response to your husband’s loving praise. his cock stretching and slamming deep into your aching cunt. your body shuddering with pleasure, still so overstimulated from your first orgasm, that you could barely stand. matt wrapped an arm around your waits, keeping you still while repeatedly fucking you back onto his cock.
the gentle lulls and pulls of his movements kept you alert, on edge a matter of fact. brain hard wired, fixated on nothing but chasing your inevitable orgasm. your husband’s hands hungrily groped your flesh, trailing up towards your breasts, staring at your hips where he previously held, fingernails digging into the skin, not hard enough to cause bruising, but strong enough to leave small indents in their wake. travelling upward, his palms mingling with the supple flesh of your waist, caressing the small soft pouch of your tummy that jutted out slightly, your womb although empty for the time being, soon to be prime and ready for nurturing and growing his offspring. he held his hands stagnant against your flesh for a little longer than anticipated, simply daydreaming of the day where your belly would finally be swollen and full of his seed. he rid the thought from his mind hastily, focusing on the now, which was to make your pretty cunt drool around his cock.
his hands finally came to your breasts, instantly squeezing them, massaging the mounds of supple, pillowy flesh between both his palms in intervaling circles, feeling your swollen nipples harden against the parts between his fingers. moans spilling from your lips like a chorus of angels harmonising, in pure wanderlust the both of you were.
in a moment of pleasure your eyes met, arching your head to the side, meeting his gaze, staring deep into those pools of cocoa, almost black of his irises, pupils dilated in a frenzy of arousal. breaths being caught between booth your parted lips, swallowing each others moans
“cum around this cock, princess. i know you want to” matt cooed, his voice sickly sweet on the tip of his tongue, his breaths beginning to labour and shaky with uncertain breaths, his body shuddering and jutting against yours just as desperate for release. in a frantic attempt to help your husband get you off, you let two fingers fall between your thighs, beginning to stroke and rub your aching clit in circles, the pearl oversensitive to your own rough touches
“oh fuck. matt please! i’m cumming-“ your cries muffled with the hum of the shower. squirting around your husband’s cock just as you did his fingers previously. the result is far more intense, visually and physically, despite your thighs already coated in a warm slick from your previous orgasm, the sensation only heightened the second time round. matt’s praises fell on deaf ears, a dull, almost deafening ring buzzing through your ears as you were finally relieved of your orgasm, completely unresponsive to the fact you husband had just filled you to the brim, his seed coating your outer folds, mingling with the sticky wetness of your own orgasm on your inner thighs.
“such a fucking messy girl…” matt breathes into the crook of your neck, peppering lazy kisses to your skin, trailing up tp behind your ear.
“should make you cum like that more often”
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Tease 😎
To Anonymous:
Thanks for your request! Gotta love EVP Matthew 😏 I hope you like it 🖤
Word count: 1,613
Divider by: @saradika-graphics
GIF by: Me 🙂
Original anonymous request:
Can I request the prompt “You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” with EVP Matt Jackson? Smut if possible.
Disclaimers: Teasing (sexually), oral sex, cursing. Read at your own discretion.
100% pure fiction
Your EVP is not pleased with your misconduct...
“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if it happens again there will be a hefty fine. You’re lucky I caught you instead of Nicholas. My brother’s kind of a hot head,” Matthew explained to his subordinate. He patted them on the shoulder before continuing his decent down the hallway to his EVP dressing room. You were already inside, sitting on the counter of the vanity scrolling through your phone. “Hey baby,” Matthew greeted you with a smile. “Sorry it took me so long. Has Nicholas been by yet?” He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You looked him up and down, admiring how sexy he looked in his black suit. Matthew caught you staring and chuckled, “Like what you see, princess?”
“Yes, very much,” you said appreciatively. “But no, I haven’t seen Nicholas yet. Not since earlier when he got “tired of the disrespect around here” and stormed off,” Matthew shook his head and placed his hands on each side of you on the counter. His cologne danced around your nose as he nuzzled his face in your neck, the soft kisses he planted on the delicate skin there made your cheeks flush. You spread your legs to allow Matthew to stand in between them, wrapping your arms around his neck while your hands played with his slicked back ponytail. He let out a low groan when you gave it a tug, his hands now gripping your hips. “I’ve been thinking of those pretty pink lips of yours all day,” he whispered into your ear.
“Oh, really? And what exactly were you thinking about them doing?” you asked coyly. Matthew smirked and pressed his tongue against his cheek before responding, “Well, for starters, I thought about how sweet they taste when I kiss them,” He kissed the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with his, leaving you a little dizzy when he eventually pulled away. “The other thing I thought about was how good they would look wrapped around my cock,” His gaze was intense, his face covered with desire. You slid your hand down his chest and onto his hard length that was dying to be freed from his dress pants, rubbing it agonizingly slow. “Let me make your second thought a reality,” your voice was low and sweet. You had just undone Matthew’s belt buckle when the door opened, and a disgruntled Nicholas walked inside. You were relieved when he didn’t acknowledge the predicament you and Matthew were in, instead he paced and carried on about Tony Shiavone, “That prick actually thinks I knocked him down on purpose! It’s not my fault he tripped me,”
Matthew buckled his belt and turned around to address his brother, but Nicholas didn’t let him get a word in edgewise! He pressed his back against your chest and your arms were wrapped around him holding him in place while the two of you listened to Nicholas ramble. “We’ll take care of him next week on Dynamite, okay? It’s getting late and I think we’ve handed out enough fines for today. This EVP is ready to get out of here,” Matthew interrupted. Nicholas was about to reject his brother’s wishes, but decided he was probably right. “The chauffer is waiting on us. See you guys in the car?” and with that, Nicholas left the dressing room, leaving you and Matthew alone once again. “That didn’t go like I hoped it would, but there’s always the hotel,” Matthew hinted with a wink. “Ready to go, princess?”
You and Matthew behaved yourselves in the car, keeping your hands to yourselves but stealing a kiss here and there when Nicholas would check his emails on his phone. “The things I want to do to you, princess,” Matthew murmured into your ear. Heat spread throughout your body as you imagined what your EVP had in mind. Nicholas had a room on a different floor than you and Matthew did, so he said his goodbyes and entered a different set of elevators at the hotel. When one finally arrived at ground level, you and Matthew were the only ones on it. He punched in the floor number and up you went, but you weren’t alone for very long. Several people hopped on a few floors up which made the elevator super crowded. You were standing in the corner with your back up against Matthew’s chest, trying to stay close to him and away from the other guests. An idea came to your mind when he wrapped his arm around your waist, and you knew you had to be careful not to make it obvious. You brought your hand behind you, sliding it up his thigh and stopping once you reached your target. At first the contact with his length made him jump, but it didn’t take long for his head to fall back and rest on the wall of the elevator.
Matthew did his best to keep his composure while you continued to stroke him, only drawing attention to the two of you one time when he cursed under his breath. “I should fine you right here and right now for teasing your EVP like this,” he said through gritted teeth. “Maybe, but this is so worth it,” you replied grinning. The elevator finally arrived on your floor, you grabbed hold of Matthew’s hand and lead him off it and down the hallway to your room. The anticipation of what was to come next both excited you and made you nervous. You walked into the room first, Matthew hot on your heels. When you stopped and turned around, he had already slid his black suit jacket off and had begun unbuttoning his vest, your mouth practically watering as each button came undone. “I want you on your knees in front of the bed, now,” he instructed sternly. You did as you were told with a smile on your face.
You knelt and rested your ass on your heels while you waited for Matthew to make his way over to you. You watched him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, ready to be free. You licked your lips when he stood in front of you, his fingers running through your hair making you to melt into his touch. “Look at you, being a good girl and following directions. If only you would’ve behaved this well in the elevator,” he said in a low tone. “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with that did you? What kind of EVP would I be if I didn’t reprimand that kind of misconduct? I want you to remove your shirt and bra so I can get a good look at that beautiful chest of yours,” Matthew’s eyes remained locked on yours as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a black lace bra. You reached behind your back and unclasped it before sliding it down your arms and exposing your breasts, making Matthew suck in a sharp breath at the sight of them. You were still feeling bold, even after he called you out on your previous behavior, so you decided to mess with Matthew some more. You placed your fingertips on your collarbone and started to slowly drag them down your skin.
Matthew didn’t move to stop you as you continued downwards to your breasts and took one in each hand. You squeezed them and massaged them, biting your lip when you took your nipples in between your fingers and began toying with them. You started to slide one hand down your torso and right before you dipped your fingers under the waistband of your pants, Matthew bent over and grabbed your hand. “I think that’s enough teasing for tonight, princess. Especially when you’re on your knees before me. You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that” his voiced sounded like honey but you knew there was something more behind it. He placed your hand on his boxer briefs, and you knew exactly what you were supposed to do. You pulled on them and slid them down, leaving them in a pool at his feet. You took his tip in your mouth and focused your efforts there for a few moments before taking him in your mouth completely. The way he cursed and panted made your own arousal grow and encouraged you to keep going. His fingers found themselves intertwined in your hair once again, controlling your pace and depth with ease. “God, you love it like this, don’t you? Me fucking your face, leaving you a drooling mess! My beautiful, beautiful girl,”
Matthew’s impending release was evident the faster he moved himself in and out of your mouth. He made sure that you were taking every inch of him, his tip often hitting the back of your throat. His grunts filled the room, and his legs faltered with his last few thrusts right before he came. His seed filled your mouth and slid down your throat in spurts, leaving you both panting when he removed himself from your mouth. A stray tear fell from the corner of your eye and Matthew caught it with his thumb, wiping it away. He helped you stand and cupped your cheek in his hand when you were steady on your feet, “That was amazing baby. You did so well for me, but I’m not done with you just yet. Pants and panties off and then get on the bed. Your EVP demands it…”
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Tumblr Girls
‘Don’t make fun of us Tumblr girls because we are the ones that will change you’
Matt Jackson X fem Reader
Main Masterlist
Word count: 515
I felt my stomach drop as I heard the words leave Matt’s lips “Hey, this is for all the chicks on Tumblr. I know what you’re doing” How the fuck did he know about that? I had been friends with the Elite for many many years and being a tumblr girlie myself I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had been using tumblr since its existence in 2007, around the same time I met Nick and Matt. I like many had spent years using it for ‘educational purposes’.
I read the filthy fics about my friends in secret. Some made me laugh, others I used as a distraction. I used them to pretend. It was no secret that I had feelings towards Matt but of course he wanted nothing to do with me. Tumblr feeding into my delusions. I always made sure to keep it a secret, they didn’t need to know the rated r things that were said about them online.
From what I thought they were oblivious, I guess I was wrong. How did he know? It bothered me. I felt like I had gotten caught. I kept thinking about it the whole night, not knowing how to approach Matt about the situation.
After Matt and Nick’s match on rampage I thought it would be a good time to ask. I invited myself into their locker room and sat on the couch. Trying to figure out what exactly it was I was going to say. I guess Nick could feel the tension in the room because he made up a random excuse, leaving me and Matt in the room, alone. “How do you know?” I didn’t want the foreplay, I just got to the point. I needed to know. “Know what?” Matt replied, acting all innocent like he didn’t know what I was referring to. “You know what I’m talking about Matthew” I told him with a bit of an unintentional edge in my voice. “I know everything sweetheart,” said Matt.
This is worse than I initially thought. “Well Matthew, you shouldn't make fun of us Tumblr girls because we are the ones that will change you. Tumblr chicks are the best you will ever have” The words left my mouth in a seductive tone, growing closer to the Jackson that sat in front of me. By the time I finished talking I was right in front of him. Looking down I could see that my words affected him. The two of us never broke eye contact, only getting distracted when we heard Kenny’s entrance music around the arena. “You see Matt, he may be a god in the ring but I am a god in the sheets. I’ve learnt all my tips and tricks from Tumblr. You see I still don’t know how you know or more importantly how much you know but you should give us a try. You will never be the same”
With that I left, I had almost made it out of the room when I heard Matt call out “How bout you show me then?”
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Master List
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Day 5: Breeding 🎃
Matt Jackson x f/Reader
Requested by Anonymous
Kinktober 2023
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs do not belong to me. @moonsaultmatt
WC: 464
Warnings: Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. (P in v) Cream pie.
"Come on, sweetheart. You can take it." I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, that was already dripping with my cum.
"I can't, Matt." She shook her head no, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. I knew she was overstimulated. We have been going at this for a couple of hours now, but I just need to give her one more load, and then I will leave her alone.
At least until tomorrow, when I will make sure she is full of me.
"I am pretty sure you got me pregnant, Matt." She said as she closed her legs, but I gently placed my hands on her legs and spread her as far as she could go.
"Just one more to make sure." I told her. "Now on your knees, baby." I pulled back and watched as she went on her knees, face against the mattress, her perfect ass in the air.
I slapped both ass cheeks a couple of times, not caring that they were sore from the slaps and pounding, it has taken today.
I gripped her hips and slowly slid into her, my head against my chest as I could feel how close she already was.
"Hang on, babygirl."
The scream that left her mouth as I pounded into her almost had me finishing, and I didn't want this to end. Not yet.
"Matt, Matt, Matt." My name fell from her lips, like she was cock drunk. She always was when I fuck her like this.
"Gonna take my cum and give me a baby aren't you." Wasn't even a question, just a fact.
"Please." She sobbed.
I pulled her head off the mattress and looked into her eyes. "Please, what sweetheart?" I asked her as I slowed down my pace. She didn't answer the question.
"Please, fill you up so you are only dripping of me for days? Okay, Gorgeous, I got you."
I wrapped my arms around her stomach and collapsed on top of her and practically rutted into her. Wanting, no needing to keep my cock inside her. Not wanting to chance me slipping out and spilling all over the mattress and covers.
"Oh fuck. Here it comes. Oh shit."
My mouth was hanging open, and I let out a low groan.
She followed right after me, her back arched, and I could feel her squeezing me.
I pulled back after I caught my breath and watched as some of my cum started to drip out.
I pushed it back in with two fingers.
"Matthew!"
"Shh, no more baby. I'm just making sure no more slips out. Gotta make sure it takes."
"So I can finally sleep?"
"Until the morning, baby. Then I am gonna fuck you again and again."
Day 4: Missionary - Matt Jackson ● Day 6: Morning Sex - Christian Cage
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Tear in My Heart: The Meeting
Pairing: Single Dad!Matt Jackson x Teacher!reader
Category: Fluff
Word count: 1,192
Summary: A special place in your heart is reserved for Madeleine Jackson. At the end of the first day of school, she introduces you to her dad. Is the spark you feel when shaking his hand reciprocated or is this just a crush?
Warnings: None
Requested by: @mrsmatt
A/N: I don’t think the summary is that great but it’s the best I could come up with. Anyways, here’s part one @springgirlwaiting4fall ☺️🫶🏻
Part 2: The School Play
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The start of a new school year has came back around yet again. You loved teaching the little minds of the children in your class each year, seeing their eyes light up when they got the hang of something or when they win a prize out of the treasure box. First graders were always so excited and full of questions.
You spent the whole week preparing and planning for a fun first day for your students, name cards on desks along with a little goodie bag. You decorated your classroom in fun colors with a variety of educational materials and items hanging on the wall within the children’s reach. You had came up with all kinds of fun games for the kids to play and help them learn in the process. There was a toy chest filled with numbered blocks for learning math, books to help them read, and other useful tools to prepare them for the future.
You stood out in the hallway beside your classroom door as the bell rang and students began flooding the halls in search of their classroom. You smiled brightly as you welcomed each student that entered your room and helped the children that couldn’t find their teacher.
Inside the classroom, you welcomed them as whole and introduced yourself. You went down each row asking them to introduce themselves to the class and tell everyone one thing they loved. The answers ranged from dinosaurs to Barbie to trucks to seashells. One little girl’s answer just melted your heart. When asked about what she loved, she beamed and answered with, “My daddy.”
As the day went on, you kept thinking about how sweet that one little girl’s answer was. My daddy. You looked at the rows of desks and your eyes landed on the sweet little girl. She had gorgeous brown hair that cascaded around her shoulders, adorable chocolate brown eyes that had such liveliness in them. She was dressed in a purple shirt with a yellow butterfly printed on the front and blue jeans paired with a cute pair of purple and white Jordans. You watched how all the children interacted with one another and noticed she was always helping others and partnering up with the one or two kids that seemed to be left out.
At lunch time, you guided your class to the cafeteria. Some children had brought their lunch so you led them to the table designated for your students. You sat down at the same table with your lunchbox, smiling and chatting with the students already there. You opted to make yourself a classic PB&J. Just because you’re a teacher doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a kid like lunch.
A plastic cafeteria tray was sat on the table next to you. You looked up from your lunchbox to see the sweet little brown haired and brown eyed girl, Madeleine Jackson was her name but she liked Maddie better. “Hi!” You smiled as the little girl sat down.
“Hi Miss Y/L/N!” She cheerfully greeted you. She gave you the cutest smile and started up a conversation about how your day was going, your favorite color, favorite food and really just whatever she thought of. You would answer her questions and ask her some in return. You could tell she was thrilled to talking with you and honestly, you were happy she was interested in getting to know you.
After lunch, you led your students back to the classroom and started teaching a math lesson. All the children learned at different speeds which is to be expected. You explained the math lesson once more and gave a few examples on the whiteboard and with the blocks from the toy chest. When you felt like they had a pretty good grasp on it, you passed out a work sheet and blocks for visual aids.
You sat at your desk and went over the worksheets from the spelling activity when you heard a little voice from the front of your desk. “Can you help me more?” You looked up and your eyes met the sweet little Jackson girl. She looked like she was getting upset.
“Don’t don’t get upset, Maddie. Can you bring me some blocks? Maybe you need to think about it in a different way.” You offered and watched Maddie collect the blocks. When she returned, you helped her until she finally got the hang of it. “Great job Maddie!” She beamed at your praise, clearly thrilled she figured it out.
“I can’t wait to show daddy.” She grinned. You could tell by the way she talked about her dad that he meant the world to her, a total daddy’s girl. Once Maddie went back to her desk, you resumed going over the spelling worksheets from earlier.
As the first day drew to a close, you helped your students collect their things and put away anything they were using. Once that was done, the bell rang signaling that school was finally over for the day. You helped direct your students to the buses and to the car rider line. You joined the other teachers in standing alongside the students from your class and others, asking them if they see their car and when they did you walked them to their car. As the number of students dwindled down to the final few, you noticed one of your students was left, sweet little Maddie Jackson. You made your way over to her and crouched down. “Do you want to sit over on the bench and talk to me while we wait?” You offered to which she happily agreed.
The pair of you chatted about Disney movies and your favorite princesses until a car stopped in front of you. Looking up the little Jackson girl’s face lit up as she squealed, “Daddy!” She jumped down and raced towards him as he exited the car, smiling wide as he scooped her up in hug.
You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at the sweet scene in front of you. The little girl’s dad was absolutely gorgeous, from his long brown hair to his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and his contagious smile. Looking between the two, there was no mistaking them as father and daughter, she was the miniature version of him.
“Daddy! Daddy! You have to meet my teacher!” Maddie insisted, tugging on her dad’s hand once he sat her back down from the hug. He just shook his head laughing, letting her drag him over to you on the bench.
“Daddy, this is Miss Y/L/N. She’s the best teacher ever!” Maddie excitedly informed her dad. You were happy and surprised at Maddie’s statement. You always wanted to make an impression on your students, but you never realized it could be done that quickly.
Maddie’s dad chuckled at his daughter’s enthusiasm. “I’m Matt.” He introduced himself, a beautiful smile on his face. He reached out to shake your hand.
You instantly returned the smile. “Y/N.” You accepted his handshake. As you did so, you felt a sort of connection, an electric connection, a spark shooting through you. Did he feel the same?
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Lips Of An Angel | M.J.
Summary: Reader and Matthew have a late night conversation.
Author's Note: Thanks to @supakixbabe for the GIF. This popped into my head since man seems like he is always brooding. Do not take this seriously.
@plentyoffandoms @midwestmade29
Pure fiction
Matthew sat up in the living room couch channel surfing through the television. It was just another boring night at home. The kids were asleep. His wife lay in their bed watching whatever program caught her interest. His mind started to drift away as he thought about you. To his shock, you must have been thinking about him too.
His phone lit up with your picture and name. You were calling him. Panic set in as he wondered if something happened to you. He looked at the clock. Midnight. Something definitely had to have happened for the late-night phone call. He grabbed his phone and peered down the hallway. His wife was still in bed. In a split-minute decision, he answered the phone and went into the backyard. His family could never hear the conversation he was about to have.
"Y/N? It is midnight," he pointed out as if you didn't own a watch or clock. He was answered by the sounds of you crying. He recognized this cry from before. You were thinking about the life you could have had with him before everything fell apart. Matthew asked anyway. "Are you ok? Why are you crying?"
"Just thinking about what my life could have been like with you," you admitted between breathy sobs. "Why are you whispering?"
"I am outside. She is awake in the bedroom and I don't want her to hear us," he answered. Matthew looked down and shifted his feet. "I was just thinking about you, you know? Sometimes I wish she was you,"
Those affirmations seemed to calm you down a bit. You were now still breathing heavily on the phone, but at least you were calmer. Matt hated saying those words out loud but they were true. He didn't only have these thoughts in the bad times, but in the good ones as well. No matter what his wife did he always wondered how you would have done things.
"Matthew," you whispered just getting your bearings back. His legs faltered at the mention of his name. The way it rolled off your tongue each time no matter the circumstance. You were his angel on Earth. The two of you could never be apart from each other.
"Did you remember what today was then?" He inquired and looked at his watch to see the date. Today was the anniversary of the day he met you at one of the Dynamite tapings. He was walking around the arena and spotted you in the first row. His feet felt like they were planted in the ground. His brother had to drag him away before it started to raise suspicions. Matthew suddenly got a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Does he know you're talking to me right now?" He asked. The same douchebag that sat next to you in the arena. It was obvious he was out of his domain. The guy had a scowl on his face the entire time. The man looked miserable even though he had some amazing seats. At least you were there to make things better.
"He is at work. It would just start a fight if he knew I was talking to you," you sighed. Plenty of times you opened up about your marriage to this guy. The fear of the unknown kept you with him. He was your high school sweetheart. What if you couldn't find someone else to love you?
"You and I would certainly be in the same boat," he spoke and let his mind start to reminisce about you. The way you brought your head back to laugh at all his jokes. All the times you cheered him and his brother on despite the odds.
"Matthew, I wish things could be different," you confessed.
"I love it when you say my name," he reminded her. His heart skipped a beat when you confessed the same feelings he had. He sighed and rubbed his face. You made it so hard to be faithful. A thought popped into his head. Maybe just one night wouldn't be so bad.
"I saw on the calendar we are going to be a few hours from you. Maybe we both stay at the same hotel?" he asked.
Your giggle and excitement was all he needed to hear.
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Maso! Do you have anything for our EVP birthday boy Matthew? I’m sure you can write something awesome for him
Yes babe, I can! And although it’s not Matthew’s birthday, I still did it because at last I finally finished something 👏. And no, I didn’t write EVP!Matthew, just regular Matt, it was what worked for this so I hope you get to enjoy it either way.
Also, I didn’t put the translation to the lyrics but you guys let me know if you’d like me to translate the entire song (google translate will fuck up some of the phrases as per usual), but for now I’ll leave it like this. And yes, I highly recommend you to listen to the song because it’s *chef’s kiss* the melody and flow is ugh, so good. Hope you like this, love💋
A/N: Huge shout out to @theworldofotps and for supporting me through this. Love you babe 🥰
*Written in Matt’s POV*
“Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo
Com sabor de fruta mordida…”
The beauty of the known is often looked upon and taken for granted as something that shouldn’t be cherished. Because it’s comfortable, unexciting, predictable, trustworthy, and completely capable of making you yawn with boredom. But the thing is that the true beauty lies in what is expected, what you already know, in all of the things you can replay in your mind even before they happen.
You know it all, from the long pauses to the hesitation, the doubt in every word silently marked with an interrogation point. The uncertainty beneath the “I made a chicken pie for dinner”, it’s all so foolish to some, but to me, it’s the most wholesome thing that could ever exist in this world.
Love is overrated, not because it is a frivolous thing but because people often over-glamourize it as everything that it is not. Real love is not being excited to see your significant other every day, it’s not the urge to touch them nor the need to hear their voice. Real love is not marked by excitement but in fact, it’s nothing more than comfort.
When we’re young we have this vision that love will sweep us off our feet every day for the rest of our lives, and then reality hits us and love becomes everything that’s not advertised on TV shows or movies.
“Ser teu pão, ser tua comida
Todo amor que houver nessa vida…”
There is that raw excitement in the beginning, but after a while - like every new experience in life - you grow out of it and the only thing that remains is the person you know well enough to predict everything they do, from behavior to clothes, from speech pattern to preferences of food, drinks, movies, books, colors, vacation…you can name their routine as if it was your own, and that is the true beauty of love.
Not the eagerness to be together, but the comfortable silence as you watch the news. It’s the casual “Do you need something from the grocery store?”, it’s the care, the mute expression of true feelings, the lack of necessity to say anything at all.
True excitement lies in asking “Do you want some prunes on your greek yogurt?” just so you can see their nose scrunch up in disgust before the already-known answer of “Of course not! Yuck” fills up your ears and you silently repeat it along with them.
“E ser artista no nosso convívio
Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia
Pra poesia que a gente nem vive
Transformar o tédio em melodia…”
If anyone asked me “If you could, would you do it again?”, my answer would be “Absolutely”. I would choose the same woman, over and over again. I would experience the highs and especially the lows with a smile on my face because I know the outcome is worth it.
What makes our love special is not the two honeymoons spent on the Caribbean sea, but all of our endless crying and praying sessions on the kitchen floor at 3 am because we had no idea how we would pay the rent.
That’s why as I stare at her now, swiping the living room floor while singing the very same song that I now know the lyrics all too well, I’d confidently say “I do” all over again.
“Is everything ok?” She asked, after suddenly settling the broom to the side to skip the song currently playing on the speakers.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, incapable of keeping the soft smile off my lips. Sipping on my cup of coffee, I mentally mimicked her as she squinted her eyes “Are you sure?” She asks, a hint of uncertainty coating her words, “You’re looking at me funny”.
“Funny?” I chuckled “That’s an interesting choice of word. I wouldn’t say ‘funny’ but rather something deeper”.
“Todo amor que houver nessa vida.
E algum remédio que me dê alegria”
“Oh yeah?” She teased, “Like what?”
“Admiration perhaps?” I offer, before hiding an amused smile behind the rim of the cup.
“Nah” She clicked her tongue in sarcasm but was unable to hide the gleam of happiness in her eyes. “Get a life, you weirdo”.
“I already have a life” I keep staring at her, and the once amused smile turns into a full toothy grin.
“Rather boring I’d say” She teased, throwing one of the couch pillows at me.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, dove”.
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Hi! Could you do something with a female reader where she has a secret relationship with Matt Jackson and maybe gets caught by Nick or something?
Pairing: Matt Jackson x Female!Reader
Warnings: Kissing, Nothing really
Commissions: Open!
Imagines: Open!
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"You locked the door?" You asked your boyfriend Matt Jackson as your lips danced along his scruffy neck.
"Yeah, uhh yeah." Matt moaned, not sounding confident at all but he was feeling too much pleasure to even care.
You took his word on locking the tour bus door as your tongue danced along his skin. "Fuck, Matty I need you." You moaned, your hand cupping his growing bulge in between his legs.
"I know sweetheart, I need you too." Matt sighed, grabbing the hem of your shirt he tugged it off only to smirk. "You naughty girl, Y/N. No bra?" Matt's eyes lingered over your bare chest.
As you were about to push Matt against the sofa the door handle to the side jiggled and pulled open. "Matt!" You heard the younger Jackson brother sang out Matt's name.
"Nick! No wait!" Matt shouted but it was too late, Nick climbed up the stairs to the tour bus and froze at the sight. Matt had you behind him, trying to cover your body as Nick was sputtering to spew out words.
"I- I'll come back later!" Nick gushed and rushed out of the tour bus and shut the door behind him.
"You think we scarred him?" You teased.
"He's seen worst." Matt chuckled, pulling you closer to him.
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No More Burger King
Pairing: Matt Jackson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff?
Word Count: 984
Summary: You and Matt in counter rude employee and when he gets the order wrong, Matt goes back to have some friendly works.
A/N: First Matt fic. Hope You Enjoy!
You and Matt were carrying bags out of the arena. You both just had a match that was tiring and you wanted nothing more than to drive to the hotel, eat, and cuddle up with him.
Matt closed the door for you and walked to the drivers side before starting up the car. You both drove for a while until your stomach growled, which didn’t go unnoticed by Matt.
He let out a laugh. “Are you hungry?” You hid your blushing face with a ‘Mhm.’ Next thing you knew, Matt pulled into a drive through at Burger King. You both don’t usually eat there unless it’s the last option.
You looked at the menu as the car moved closer to the window. “What are you getting?” You looked over the menu and made your decision. “Maybe a whopper with bacon , but not onions and tomatoes.” Matt nodded his head and rolled the window down.
“Hurry up and order.” You and Matt were taken back by the attitude of the guy, but brushed it off. “Yeah, can I get a whopper with bacon, lettuce, but no onions or tomatoes, with ketchup.” You heard tapping and he asked, “Is that all?”
Matt shook his head. “Uh, no-” He was cut off by the faint, ‘Of course.’ It was full of attitude and sassiness. Matt wasn’t gonna let that one slide. “Um, is there a problem?” The guy yawned very likely. “No, no, take your time.”
Matt decided that he didn’t want to be there anymore. Just the vibe of the employee was rude. “Y’know what, that’s all.” The guy said, ‘Finally and rang up the food. “That will be $7.24.” Matt drove to the next window and held his card out.
It was no surprise that the guy looked how he did. He just looked led straight up dirty. “Hurry up and drive to the next window, slow asses.” You watched as Matt froze, turning his head at the man.
You were quick enough to put your hand on his. “Just come on, babe. Go get my food and let’s go.” Matt took a breath, calming himself down before driving to the next window. “Yeah, bye babe.” The man mocked, before laughing loudly.
Luckily the person was just nice and gave you your food without a problem. You didn’t feel like eating, so you put it on the floor and ended up falling asleep. When you did wake up, Matt was carrying you inside the hotel.
You smiled and tucked your head deeper in his chest.
You made it to your room and instantly went to eat. After a mini nap, you just want to eat and sleep. You handed Matt some fries and took your burger out, but when you unwrapped the paper from the burger, it was disgusting.
The way all the food was placed was messy, a whole onion sitting inside the burger, tomato juice making the buns soggy. You plopped it down and went to the sink to wash your hands.
Matt on the other hand wasn’t happy at all. You came back and put all the stuff in the bag and placed it on the counter. “Well, looks like no Burger King for me.”
You began to walk to the bed, but was stopped by Matt. “Put your shoes on.” You looked at him with confusion. “Why?” Matt didn’t say anything, but grabbed the bag and walked outside, to which, of course you followed. “Matt, where are you going?”
You asked, almost out of breath from Matt walking so fast. “To get my money back and teach that guy a lesson.” Your eyes grew big. “Matt, calm down. It’s just a burger!” Matt shook his head, unlocking the door and getting in.
You rolled your eyes and sat in the passenger's seat while he drove fast to the Burger King. When you made it, you were scared for the guy’s safety. He parked in front of the door and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Stay in here.” He grabbed the bag and left out.
You could only obey his command and watch from the clear glass of the front door. At first they were talking like normal, with Matt’s mouth slowly getting bigger as his voice was louder. Then it all happened so fast.
One moment, Matt is talking to co-workers and then the next, he’s jumping over the counter, punching the shit out of the guy. You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and ran inside.
People failed to get Matt off the man, but only you could stop him. “Matthew!” He stopped mid punch, Turing to look at you. “I thought I told you to stay in the car.” His voice was raspy, blood dripping out his nose as he looked at you. “Just come back to the car, we’ll report them to the Corporate.” Matt thought about it for a second and nodded his head.
He had to leave one last punch in. The second you and Matt walked out the restaurant, his co-workers were checking on the guy. As you drove back home, it was silent. No music, no talking, just the outside noise. You walked back inside the hotel room and went for the first aid kit in the bathroom.
You sat on the counter while Matt was in between your legs letting you clean the blood. "Are you crazy? Fighting at a Burger King because of a burger." You mumbled, shaking your head. Matt looked down at the ground. "I wasn't fighting him because of that."
You tilted your head in question. "Why'd you punch him then?" Matt avoided eye contact at your question. "Because he was talking about you. Saying things that no man should say about a woman." A smile broke on your face as you engulfed him in a hug. "Awe Love, we won't go to a Burger King ever again."
Matt nodded his head in agreement. "Good, no more Burger King."
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Matt Jackson: No Need to Second-Guess (That You've Been On My Mind)
Pairing: Matt Jackson x OFC
Summary: When she's brought onto the women's roster on a week-to-week appearance and Matt Jackson takes an interest in her training — she happily accepts. But what happens when he's worried his attraction to her with affect her chances of getting a full-time contract and all she knows is that he's pulling away from the friendship they've formed?.
Rating: G
Word Count: 3,773
Warnings: a minor injury, and ofc passes out when she isn't taking very good care of herself/working too hard, other than that nothing much warning-worthy
Notes: Written for 2023 series of Bingo Card Prompts. All requests are full but the card is here for anyone interested.
Prompt: "Now what?"
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｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ 「 KINKTOBER DAY SIXTEEN : DOUBLE VAGINAL PENETRATION 」 ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡
「 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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My story came to life from the “one prompt a day” post from @urfriendlywriter you’ll find here 🙂 this one was called “touch starved.” I’m excited to see what ones are next!
Also, you'll find 2-3 other prompts from @loveisanimaginarydagger3000's list in my story too! You can find the prompts here
( Side note: this was my take on someone being “touch starved.” I’m sure it means different things to different people, this was just what I gravitated towards.)
Word count: 1,839
Divider by: @saradika-graphics
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Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.
Dominant male, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.
Matt was on my mind a lot today and I saw the writing prompts and my brain ran with it 😏
Matt Jackson rectifies your “situation” in the sexiest of ways…
Matt sat on the other side of the table with his mouth agape as he stared at you. He was stunned by your answer to the question he had just asked you, which made you squirm in your seat at the sudden silence that surrounded your table. His reaction to you telling him that you hadn’t been touched or kissed by a man in almost a year made you regret even saying anything. Crawling into a dark hole or flying away sounded good right about now! You cleared your throat in hopes that would snap Matt out of the stupor he was in, but he barely even blinked. “Matt, say something…” You quietly begged. “Do you want me to leave? I can have the waitress separate our checks…” Matt immediately grabbed your hand as you stood up from the table, finally showing some sign of life. “No, please sit. I’m sorry, I just can’t believe that!” he blurted out. “You can’t believe what? you asked sheepishly. Matt could tell that his choice of words didn’t come across like he meant them to when he saw you sink down in your chair a little. “Look at you, Y/N. You’re stunning. Any guy that doesn’t realize that needs to get their eyes checked! If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” His last words caused your cheeks to flush and your core to do a flip flop at the thought of Matt all over you.
“I mean there have been offers, but none I’ve wanted. They weren’t the person I wanted to be intimate with…” you hinted while never breaking eye contact. “I see. And who exactly did you want to be intimate with?” he purred, already knowing the answer. When you didn’t respond right away, Matt prompted you to explain. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging! Say it Y/N.” You bit your bottom lip timidly, causing Matt’s eyes to darken as he noticed the little indents your teeth left. He was the one squirming now! “You know who I’m talking about…” “Yes, I do but I need to hear you say it baby.” The grit in his low voice was incredibly sexy and it was making your arousal grow just from the sound of it. “You. I wanted you, Matt.” He smirked after his name fell from your lips, asking you an additional question that made you swallow hard. “And is that something you still want? To be intimate with me?” “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, kissed properly, completely ravaged. But, when I’m alone at night in my bed, you’re who I think about while I touch myself. I imagine your hands roaming freely on my body, your lips leaving goosebumps wherever they touch…” You were cut off by the waitress when they came to the table to ask if they could get either of you anything. Matt quickly handed the waitress his credit card without even asking for the bill, clearly unconcerned with how much dinner was. Once the bill was officially paid for, Matt held your hand as he briskly walked towards the exit and into an Uber. “What are we doing?” you asked puzzled. “We are going to rectify your situation. We’re going back to my hotel room.”
Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach as Matt walked around you slowly, eyeing you hungrily while planning his course of action. There was a crackle in the air from the sexual tension that continued to build, the heat between your legs ever growing. You jumped slightly when Matt pressed his body into your back but reveled in the feeling of him being so close. He wrapped one arm around your abdomen pulling you even closer, while his free hand brushed your hair away from your ear and neck. Your breathing became shallow and breathy when Matt whispered in your ear, “Are you sure you want this, Y/N? You really want to do this and give yourself to me?” Your clit was throbbing for this man, your muscles tense with want. There was no doubt in your mind, body, and soul that you wanted Matt to have his way with you. You turned to face him, giving him your final answer. “Yes, I’m sure I want this. I want whatever you have in store Matt. Don’t hold back, don’t hesitate. Fuck me so good that I’ll still feel the effects from it in the morning.” A groan escaped from deep inside of him when he picked you up and carried you over to the bed and laying you down on the mattress. He kissed you fiercely, his lips soft and warm against yours. Matt only broke contact momentarily as he pulled your shirt over your head, and skillfully unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. “Mmm, so beautiful baby.” He praised as he took each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them before leaning down and kissing each pink circle. Your nipples started to pucker the more his tongue flicked all around them, and you couldn’t help but to gasp when he sucked hard and released them from his mouth immediately afterwards. He lowered his head down to kiss you again, ghosting his lips against yours before pulling back again with a smug smirk, making you chase him in desperation. Matt was very much in control of the situation, taking the lead like he did with mostly everything else. He stood up, leaving your body longing for more.
You watched every move he made as he pulled his shirt over his head before undoing his belt buckle and letting his pants slide down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, longing to be set free from all restrictions. Matt didn’t remove his underwear just yet, instead he made quick work of taking your pants and panties off simultaneously leaving you completely naked and exposed on the bed. Your body responded to his touch as his hands slid up your body, setting it ablaze every inch they covered. Matt watched how your body reacted to the slightest touches and he studied your facial cues making sure what he was doing felt good to you. He finally kissed you and you grabbed ahold of his hair to keep him in place so he couldn’t break away this time. Holy shit was he a good kisser! Your tongues danced together as your hands desperately grasped at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths like you couldn’t get enough. When you came up for air, Matt’s hand started trailing down your body. His fingertips lightly creating a path in between your breasts, down to your stomach and stopping at your pelvis. “I want to touch you, baby. Feel your wetness on my fingers. Is that okay?” he asked breathlessly. “Yes…” was the only response your brain could offer since it was in overdrive. You lower half bucked off the bed when he began making circles with his finger on your clit. You whimpered at his touch when he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Shit, you’re so tight baby. So wet and warm.” He murmured next to your ear.
“Please Matt! I need you. Fuck me now, I want to feel all of you!” you begged. After he removed his boxer briefs, he positioned himself in between your legs, aligning his length up with your entrance. The anticipation was killing you and your nerves rose to the surface again. You knew you wanted this and that you asked for all of it. You were more concerned with being good enough for Matt and making him feel good too. He took notice of the worried look on your face and asked tenderly, “What’s wrong baby? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” “I-I just want you to feel good. I want it to be good for you…” you said, almost inaudible. “You are pure perfection Y/N. I’m so turned on by you that I almost exploded just looking at you earlier! Don’t think baby, just feel.” His words gave you the comfort and confidence you needed to proceed, and he kissed you passionately before pushing himself inside of you. At first it was a little uncomfortable since it had been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, but Matt was sweet and took it slow, allowing you to adjust to his thickness. Your walls squeezed and pulled him, making him shiver at the sensation. Matt’s long dark hair tickled your face as it fell around you, his scent filling your nose and the look of lust in his eyes sending you into overdrive. Matt made each slow and deep thrust count, hitting all the right spots every single time! Even though his intentions were to fuck you like you asked him to, and his original plan was to rectify you of being touch starved, his passion and vulnerability still shined through. Matt interlocked his fingers with yours and brought your hands above your head, beads of sweat falling on your cheek as he lowered his body, making sure it was flush against yours.
His body blanketed over you, and his weight pinned you against the mattress. You couldn’t get enough of him and being this close almost felt like it wasn’t close enough. “Matt!” you cried out into the air. “I’m almost there…don’t stop!” He sighed against your lips as the pleasure was overtaking him too. The headboard was knocking against the wall with each deep thrust, the sound of your bodies connecting echoing through the room. Matt released your hands, and they instantly made their way onto his back, nails scraping and digging into his skin there. His arms were on each side of your head as he leaned against them for support, never losing his rhythm as he got better situated. Your orgasm tore through your body, the intensity of it almost taking your breath away! You cried out Matt’s name as the waves of your release crashed over you. “You’re so sexy baby…” Matt cooed against your cheek. While your walls pulsated against his length, Matt found his release too. You could feel every drop fill you as he pumped himself in and out a few more times as he rode out his release. You were both breathless and sweaty, and completely satisfied. Matt kissed you before removing himself from you, causing both of you to groan from the loss of contact. He laid down next to you, trying to steady his breathing as he opened his arms to you, encouraging you to scoot closer and cuddle with him. Your head rested on his chest, and he pulled the covers over you both so neither of you would get chilled.
Before the two of you drifted off to sleep, you spoke softly as you nuzzled closer to Matt. “I think you created a monster.” “Why do you say that?” he asked half asleep. “I’m already wondering when we can do that again…”
That GIF though…🥵
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May i request a Matthew and Nicholas Jackson x reader fic? Possibly she is related to another wrestler and they are obsessed woth her and try to win her over?
The Final Show
Main Masterlist (Mentions of Smut) word count 4K
Matthew and Nicholas Jackson X Fem Reader (who is Sting's daughter)
Summary: With Sting’s last match coming up the Young Bucks resort to mind games to get the upper hand against Darby Allin and Sting. After going after Sting’s sons, The Young Bucks meet Y/n for the first time who is Sting’s daughter. The Bucks become obsessed with Y/n and end up fighting on who gets to go out with her. What happens when it becomes too much when Y/n is forced to pick between the two brothers?
An: This took me a hot minute but I hope you like it. I kept switching points of views so I hope it’s not too confusing. I wanted to make this more detailed but it would be so long and I wanted to keep this as one part. Anyway hope you enjoy it!
Revolution was quickly approaching and for some reason, Darby Allin and Sting still wouldn’t take us seriously. Although we didn’t want to do this we knew there was simply no other option. We had to get in their heads. As Sting was celebrating in the ring with his sons after becoming AEW tag team champions Nick and I attacked the men from behind. We beat all four men to a bloody pulp. Security tried to pry us off of Sting; but it was simply no use. As Nick and I made our escape through the crowd we got into an argument with a blond woman in the front row. She had blond curly hair and gorgeous green eyes I could get lost in. As beautiful as she was, she was acting like a total bitch. She yelled at us for attaching the men who now lied in a puddle of their own blood in the ring. Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about her. I asked security to find out more about this woman and I almost threw up in my mouth when I found out she was Sting’s daughter.
“Remember that girl we saw in the front row?” I asked Nick as he was currently pacing around our office. “What about her? Are you going to try and sleep with her or something?” Nick asked me. “Yes and no. I was asking around and apparently, that’s Sting’s daughter!” “What? You saw her she’s gorgeous. No way in hell she’s his daughter!” I thought the same thing, she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, she looked nothing like Sting. “Apparently her name is Y/n. She will be at Sting’s final match. I was thinking what if we use her to get in Sting’s head?” I told my brother, hoping he would get my plan. “Are you sure you’re trying to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head or to get in your pants?” Truth be told, I was trying to play mind games with our opponents but sleeping with her would be a bonus point.
As I was exiting the arena I surprisingly ran into Y/n. “Y/n! Wait up” I called to her. As she turned to see who called her it was almost like everything turned into slow motion. She spun so elegantly, her hair flowed gracefully. I was hypnotized by her beauty. My trance was broken when she called out “What the fuck do you want Jackson?!” Oh god, she was mad. “I just wanted to properly introduce myself, I think we started off on the wrong foot” The look on her face told me what I needed to know. She didn’t want to talk to me, especially after what I did. “Well as you know my name is Matthew Jackson and I am an executive vice president of all elite wrestling. I was wondering if uh…” I looked like an idiot standing here, I was rambling random nonsense making a complete fool out of myself. All Y/n did was stare at me like the big dumb idiot I am. Just then, as if the gods from above sent me a way to escape this awful interaction Saraya approached the two of us, dragging Y/n away from me. “There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Let’s go already, I’m starving” Saraya said as she was practically dragging Y/n away from me. Just then she turned around giving me a nasty look saying “Stay away from her Jackson, she’s mine!”
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That night as I returned to my hotel room I still couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. As I showered all I could think of was having her pressed up against the shower wall. My mind was filled with dirty fantasies, they were so strong. I tossed and turned in my sleep, all I wanted was her lying there next to me. Not necessarily in a dirty way but I wanted to hold her in my arms as she slept. I didn’t understand the chokehold she had on me, I had known her for all of five minutes and now I sat picturing the two of us as a happy married couple with four children. She even invaded my dreams, she wouldn't get out of my head.
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“Good morning sunshine, I made you breakfast in bed!” I opened my eyes to be greeted by my gorgeous beautiful wife. “Baby, you shouldn't have. I’m the one that is supposed to be making you breakfast in bed, you are the pregnant one” I told her “Well, I just wanted to remind you of how much I love you Matthew!” “I love you too Y/n!” The two of us exchanged a sweet kiss before I felt a kick. “Did you feel that! He kicked” I told Y/n excitedly" “I know, little Darby sure is a kicker” “Darby?” “Yeah, we agreed to call him Darby. Don’t you remember? You said we could call him Darby to remember him after the accident?” “The accident?” “Yeah, when you and Nicholas attacked him and my father in the ring. You KILLED them? Remember? You Destroyed my family, my life. I know you apologized and I forgave you but the least you can do is name our son after him?”
I shot out of my bed in a cold sweat. I was struggling to breathe, what the fuck kind of messed up dream was that? Like what the fuck?
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I was in the middle of a peaceful slumber when I was rudely awoken by my cell phone. I checked the time and then my phone. Why was my brother calling me this late? I was almost three in the morning for god's sake, this better be important.
“Matt you need to calm down, it was just a dream” I was trying to comfort my brother after he told me the weird nightmare he just had. How would he react if I told him that I was also dreaming of Y/n. My dream however was not fucked up, it was peacefull, calming, perfect.
Y/n stood in the middle of a beautiful flowerfield wearing a beautiful white gown. She danced around the field without a care in the world. The two of us were alone; it was the two of us against the world.
Once I was able to calm Matt down enough I tried to go back to sleep but was unsuccessful. After twisting and turning I decided I would look online to try and find out more information about Y/n. I was able to find out that she was 30 years old, lived in California and worked as an artist. Her art gallery was surprisingly a half hour from my house so I assumed she lived close to me. The work she did was magnificent, not only did she paint the most beautiful pieces I’d ever seen but she also used other mediums such as sculpting, sketching, and she even had a very impressive digital art collection. Knowing that I would be sure to bring it up the next time I saw her. Maybe I could ask her to make me something? I was pretty confident my interaction with her would go better than the one with my brother.
I knew this would be a bad idea. Today I would ‘stumble’ into Y/n’s art gallery and shoot my shot. I walked into Y/n’s gallery and it was even more beautiful than the pictures online. The inside smelt like vanilla and white sage, the walls were scattered with different forms of art media and sculptures. As I admired the work on the walls I heard a familiar voice ask “Hi there, do you need help with anything or are you just browsing?” As I turned to face her I saw the shocked expression on Y/n’s face. “Oh Hi Nick!” I could feel myself blush. “Hi Y/n, I didn’t know you worked here?” I tried to play dumb but I was scared she could see right through me. “Yeah, actually this is my gallery” She said with a smile on her face. “Really? I had no idea you were an artist” “Yeah, well..there a lot you don’t know about me” I could tell by the look in her eyes that the smile on her face was genuine. I felt as if I was dreaming, I might be delusional but was she flirting with me? “Oh really?” I asked “I’m surprised Sting never mentioned he had a daughter that was an artist. I didn’t even know he had a daughter. Your work is beautiful.” “Thank you! He probably didn’t mention it because he still thinks this is a phase and not a real job. He still sees me as the ‘starving artist’ who can’t afford rent when I’m making more than he is.” I listened carefully to every word Y/n said, I studied her features as she spoke. The more I thought about it the more I got why Sting never mentioned Y/n before. She was absolutely gorgeous, those freaks backstage would throw themselves at her. Just then I almost choked when Y/n said “I’m actually thinking of closing up early today. Do you want to grab a few drinks later?” I didn’t drink, but how was Y/n supposed to know that. “I’d love to but I don’t drink, '' I told her. “Oh- well I make a good mocktail?” Make a good mocktail? Was she going to make me a drink? Was I going to her house? “Sure! I’d love that” “Perfect, put in your number and I’ll send you my address” I nervously put my number in Y/n’s phone, reading the numbers over and over again to make sure I put in the right thing. Once Y/n sent me her address I noticed that she only lived a few houses down from me. “That’s crazy, I live a few houses down from you!” “Really?” “Yeah really!” “Small world. I’ll see you in a hour? I just have to close everything up” “I’ll see you then!”
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I felt like a nervous teenager that was going on his first date with his crush as I approached Y/n’s house. It still blew my mind that she lived only a few doors down this whole time. How did we never run into each other before? I decided I would walk to the large corner house I had grown to love. It was massive, the whole property gated off with a security guard at the driveway.
(An: Here are some pics of the inside of the house!)
I always imagined what this house would look like on the inside and now here I was with the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. As I walked into the house I felt like I had been transported back 50 years. The exterior of Y/n’s house was all modern but the inside looked like a 70s LA time capsule. My eyes were drawn to the massive conversation pit I could spot from the entrance. Everything was carpet, the decor was vintage but had many modern pieces that tied in beautifully. “Your house is gorgeous' ' I told Y/n “Thank you, I loved LA in the 70s. I wasn’t born but I have always been fascinated with the artichture from that era. When I saw this house on the market I knew I needed it but the outside was practically falling apart so I basically built another house around it to prevent these old walls from collapsing.”
Y/n and I spent the whole evening talking and listening to old records. I was able to find out so much about her. How she moved out at 18 to Los Angeles with no support from her father. How she was no contact with her family for years as she tried to make it on her own in the big city. It looked like Y/n did quite well for herself. We talked for hours and I felt myself falling harder in love with her with every sentence she said. “Can I ask you something?” I asked Y/n as she put on a new record “Sure” “Do you hate me?” “Why would I hate you? I invited you over to my house?” “But I attacked your father and Darby?” “I’m over it. I was mad at first but I remembered he was kinda a jerk to me my whole life so. I was more mad you attacked my brothers. They were the only ones who actually cared about me. Tell your brother I’m sorry for yelling at him” “So you don’t hate us?” “Nope” Well, that’s a sigh of relief.
When I finally left Y/n’s I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling that washed over. God Matt was going to be so jealous.
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“What do you mean you went over to her house for drinks? You don’t even drink!!” I yelled at Nick. “She offered so I wasn’t going to be rude. And by the way, she makes a delicious mocktail.” I couldn't believe my own brother went behind my back when he knew I was the one who had a crush on Y/n. He said he didn’t even like her in that way. “I can’t believe you” “What? Is someone jealous?” “You know I am” “Well if it makes you feel better she said she isn’t mad at you and she wanted me to tell you she’s sorry for yelling at you the other day” Atleast Y/n wasn’t mad at me but I was still mad that she was all over my brother when she should be all over me. “I don’t care, I’m still mad at you” “It’s not my fault I stumbled into her gallery. It’s also not my fault she lives four houses down from me.” “WHAT?” “Yeah she lives on the corner. You know the house that always has security outside? That one” Okay, this wasn’t fair, he had the upper hand here. I didn’t fully believe him though. No way he ‘stumbled’ into her gallery. “You said you didn’t even like Y/n in that way!” “Maybe I changed my mind?”
There was no way the both of us could have her. It could only be one of us. Nick and I decided we would have a little friendly competition to see who could win Y/n over. She would have to be the one to pick.
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“Okay, they are officially obsessed with you” Saraya told me as she pointed out yet another gift Matt had left me. “It’s a problem. They want me to pick between the two of them” I told Saraya. Saraya had been my best friend for years, we met when I designed a jacket for her when she first started out as a wrestler. I thought it was cute that Matt and Nick both had crushes on me but it got creepy fast when they wouldn't leave me alone. If I had to choose, I would choose Nick but if I did that I’m pretty sure Matt would jump off a bridge. “I don’t even know what to do Raya. They are actually driving me insane.” “Do you want me to say something?” “No, no I’ll talk to Nick. I actually like him but I don’t know if I want to go out with him with all of this going on.” “Well, Revolution is approaching soon. Maybe this whole thing will die down after that?” “Hopefully”
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I felt in my gut that what Matt and I were doing was causing more harm than good. We both wanted Y/n but what if after this she wanted none of us. I sat in my hotel room contemplating calling Y/n to try and apologize for everything but just as I was about to I heard a knock at my door. I went to open it and was shocked to see Y/n on the other end. “Can I come in?” she asked “Of course” I told her as I ushered her in the room. I could tell just by looking at her that something was wrong. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for everything that’s been going on recently. It’s gone too far and it needs to stop. We put you in a difficult position making you choose between us and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that Matt won’t stop bombarding you with gifts and calls. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this when you should be savouring these last moments with Sting in AEW.” I truly felt bad about everything. I thought about giving up and letting Matt have her but anyone with eyes could tell that Y/n wasn’t interested in Matt.
“That’s actually what I came here to talk about. Look, Nick I do like you, I really do. Like a lot. The thing is Matt would go insane if he found out-” “He doesn’t need to know, it can be our little secret” “Nick, he would find out eventually. I don’t think it’s worth it. You two should stop obsessing over me and be focusing on your big match tomorrow. Whether you win or lose please do me a favor and make that match amazing. Even though I don’t have the best relationship with my father he deserves a big sendoff.” Y/n was right, this whole thing started with Sting and it was going to end with Sting.
I noticed the tears start to form in Y/n’s eyes and I was quick to hold her close. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “It’s not your fault” “Yes it is. I just really like you Y/n. I have never met anyone that makes me feel the things I feel when I’m around you. When I saw you for the first time I knew I needed to know more about you, I needed you in my life in any form. After that night at the gallery I couldn't stop thinking about you. I don’t care about what Matt will do, I don’t care how Darby and Sting will probably murder me once they find out. All I care about is spending time with you. This doesn’t have to be a romantic thing but I need you in my life Y/n. As crazy as it sounds I think I’m in love with you” Shit, did I just admit that I loved her. Great job Nick, you scared her off.
“I think I love you too,” Y/n admitted. It was so quiet I almost missed it. “Really?” “Really”
I was at a loss of words, I didn’t know what to say so I kissed her. It was a delicate kiss but it would end up leading to much more. I didn’t intend to make love to her that night but fate had other plans. I had never experienced something like this in my entire life. Sure I had sex before, I fucked many women but I never quite made love before. This was passionate, delicate, it was filled with so many different raw emotions I couldn't even explain it. We cried, we laughed, we did everything in between and I knew that I would do anything for that woman. I would fight for us, I would do anything and everything if it meant I could have the honor to make such beautiful love to her. It was like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half.
I felt safe, I felt at peace, this was my new home and I was grateful to be allowed inside.
When I woke up the next morning I felt like I was still dreaming, that the universe was playing a cruel joke on me. But this wasn’t a dream, it was my new reality. The woman of my dreams lay next to me looking even more beautiful than she did the day I first met her. The sunlight shined on her sleeping body making her look like a goddess. Even though my body and mind was still filled with lust in the back of my mind I couldn't stop thinking about the things I would do to Sting tonight. I would end that man’s career. I would leave him lying in a puddle of his own blood, his lifeless body in the middle of the ring. Y/n would watch the whole thing, I would make sure of it. I wanted to break her heart, her soul just so at the end of the night I could make love to her and put it all back together. Sure Matt was the one that really loved her but I loved her in my own way. I loved the way she looked underneath me with tears in her eyes. I loved how she made me feel. The plan was always to use Y/n to get in Sting’s head right? That was our goal, fuck her and get in her head. Teach her that Sting is the bad guy, make her ours.
It’s not my fault that Matt fell completely in love with her. I couldn't blame her, she truly was the most gorgeous woman I had ever met in my life. I just got to her first. I would have her brainwashed to serve me as her master. As much as I loved Y/n at the end of the day business is business. I hope she will forgive me for all of this. A part of me did truly feel bad but this was all Sting's fault. If he just took Matt and me seriously to begin with this would have never happened in the first place. I placed a delicate kiss on Y/n’s shoulder blade as I whispered in her ear “I’m sorry baby, I love you so much but I am going to kill Sting”
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Sunday Funday
Matt Jackson x F reader
Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW
Summary Matt decides to distract you from your to do list.
GIF from @ cowboyshit
“Hey babe” Matt said as he kissed the top of my head, I was at the kitchen table finishing my todo list for the week.”Hey, what are you up to?” I asked distractedly. “I’m gonna grab a workout outside the weather is nice.” he said as he walked out the door to the back yard. I got up from the table putting on a playlist thinking about the truth of the statement about the songs you used to party to is now the songs you clean house to.
Loading the dishes into the sink, i noticed Matt was actually working out in the back yard not the gym with door open. What the hell is doing? I thought, running the water. I looked out the window over the sink.He took off his shirt and picked up his jump rope,his ponytail bouncing, the sun hitting the perfect curve of his back, his butt bouncing every time he jumped. I thought I saw him glance over his shoulder, I ducked my head down,pretending to focus on the dishes. I glanced up again not being able to resist as he continued his jump roping, I started a minute too long because he turned his head grinning at me. Damn it, if I was caught I was going down fighting. I put the dishes down, and went to the bedroom, selecting the bikini he liked from the last trip we had taken and turning on the hot tub controls by the door. I put on the bikini, flipped my head over and fluffed my hair, and went out side.
As I opened the back door he was standing there waiting for me, “ Hi …. Princess” stumbling over the last word. I kissed him on his cheek walking past him and walking down the steps into the hot tub. “ What are you doing?”he asked, as I took off my top as the water covered me. “ I’m just so tense, I thought the hot tub might loosen everything up. You go ahead with your work out I’ll be fine.” I said coyly. Kicking off his shoes and socks lowering his gray shorts following leaving on his tight black boxer briefs as he walked down the steps into the hot tub sitting one step higher than me. “ Oh I can’t let you suffer, let me try to help.” he said mockingly, his strong hands rubbing my neck and shoulders, “ you really are tense” genuine concern in his voice. His hands continued to work, little moans slipping out and contented sighs filled his ears.
“ Matt you always know just what I need.” His hands disrupted my train of thought“ I do princess, I think I know a better way to ease your stress.” His kissed behind my ear easing behind me on the same step. I turned to face him, he kissed me deeply, “I’m gonna need you to do exactly what I say, this going to feel so good for you” he said roughly. “ wrap your legs around my hips loosely, put your arms around my neck” I did as instructed, “such a good girl when she knows I’ve got her.” He walked us to the middle of the hot tub where the bubbling jets are, he kissed me again working lower, his mouth on my neck when he suddenly dropped us lower, a powerful jet aimed at my core. “Matt” I moaned, the unexpected pressure and warmth on my clit,he raised us back up, this time taking one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to suck his teeth lightly grazing, moving his mouth before dropping us again this time on to a dual jet this time moving the bikini bottom to the side. The jet was precisely hitting my clit and core at the same time. “ Matt” My legs started to tremble,his face staring intently at mine. “ You’re so beautiful, when you’re about to come.” Raising us back up again pulling me closer to him . Catching my breath “ Matt you’re not playing fair, you started this.” I said as my brain was forming words, “ I was simply trying to make your day a little more interesting. You’re the one who came out here in my favorite bikini, and threw the top off.” he said walking us towards the middle again. “ Matt, I need more” he smiled at my words. “ I know princess.” he dropped us again the jets hit me again, I buried my head against his shoulder, as the pressure hit just right, then he lifted us back up. “ please please Matt “ my words sounding desperate and pathetic. “Wrap your legs around me, I’ve got you” he climbed the stairs out of the hot tub and laid me down on the sun bed.
Matt undid the swim suit bottom and lifted my legs and his mouth was on me, licking and sucking, his mouth paying extra attention to my clit. “ Matt, baby not like this, I need you “ I said trying to hold back my orgasm, he stood up taking off his wet boxers freeing his cock, the Sun shining on his still wet body, I groaned just looking at him. “He draped his body over me, my legs falling open,as he settles between them the tip of his cock teasing me as he kisses me deeply. He slides in deep, I clench my walls around him and hold him there, he groans. “Princess if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last very long.” I clench around him again ,my hands running down his muscular back. He groans, he quickens the pace, “Matt, I’m so close” he changes angles hitting the spot deep inside and reaches his hand down and puts the right amount of pressure on my clit, I shatter beneath him, he’s watching me intently, I feel his cock twitch as the orgasm rolls through me, his release hits just as mine ends but causes another wave of pleasure to run through me. We lay there for a few moments catching our breath.
He kisses my forehead as he rolls to my side pulling me into him the sun warming both of us. Sleepy and relaxed I curl further into him “ Hold on princess, don’t fall asleep yet.” He gets up retrieving a throw blanket , and robes from inside the house. He spreads the throw over me,and climbs back in beside me, letting me use him as a pillow as he plays with my hair till I fall asleep.
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Day 4: Missionary 🎃
Matt Jackson x f/reader
Requested by Anonymous
Kinktober 2023
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs do not belong to me. @stukky
Warnings: Smut below the cut. Missionary sex. Unprotected sex.
WC: 592
Requested by Anonymous
The lights in the room were low, and there were candles strategically placed all over the room. There is music playing in the background, but the only noises I were focusing on were falling from her lips.
The little whines and whimpers as she clung to me, with her arms wrapped around me as she dug her nails into my back.
My name fell from her lips as I slowly thrust into her.
"Matt. Please." She herself has no idea what she is even asking for, but I do. I always do.
I hiked her one leg up and wrapped it around my waist. The angle made me hit that one spot inside of her that had her seeing stars.
The low groan and her pussy tightened around me knew I hit just the spot.
"Right there?" I asked her.
"Huh uh." Her hands are up by her head now, her hands in a fist, her eyes slightly closed as she let me fuck into her.
But I changed my pace the moment 'huh uh.' slipped from her lips. I needed her screaming my name. To let the whole hotel know who the hell was fucking her.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She cried out in a chant as I fucked her as hard as I could. The bed frame was bouncing off the wall, and I could hear the neighbours getting pissed off, but my main focus was on her coming around my cock and screaming my name.
I dropped her leg, but never stopped fucking into her. I collapsed on top of her but caught myself by placing my arms on either side of her head.
Her hands were now in my hair, that was in a bun, and pulled the hair tie loose and flung it somewhere in the room, and placed her hands back in my hair, pulling on it slightly, making me groan out her name.
My hair fell down, and it was around us, like our own personal curtain. I leaned down and kissed her hard.
I was close but I didn't want to finish just yet, so I pulled back, away from her lips, her hands and pulled my cock out of her pussy.
"Matt." She whined at the loss of me.
"Just give me a second love."
"But I need you."
"You need me? Want me to cum in your pretty pussy baby?"
All she needed to do was spread her legs wide and flash me that pretty smile and I was on her once more.
Slamming into her over and over again. Pounding her so hard into the mattress that she will have a hard time walking after this.
She was moaning my name as I brought her closer and closer to finishing around me.
One hard thrust was all she needed. I felt her squeeze my cock so tight before she even started to scream my name.
A few more thrusts and I stilled. My own groan of her name fell from my lips as I spilled into her.
I collapsed fully on top of her now, her arms wrapping around my body just like I did hers. I kissed her gently, the two of us smiling into the kiss.
"Again." She mumbled against my lips. That had me pulling back to look down at her.
"Again?"
"Mmmhmm." She traced her finger down my chest towards my half-hard cock.
"And this time, I want to ride you."
That was all I needed to flip us around to have another round.
Day 3: Anal - Chuck Taylor ● Day 5: Breeding - Matt Jackson
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