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mrsarcherofinfamy · 1 month

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●EVP Young Bucks x Reader●

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

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*Y/N's POV*

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

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

I sigh rolling my eyes.

"Our EVPS, Matthew and Nicholas Jackson."

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

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

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

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

I look at him shocked and shaking my head confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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*end of the night*

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

"One second!"

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

"Good luck in there Y/N."

"Thanks guys."

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

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

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

"What is the rush to get home?"

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

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

Nick moves my face to look at Matt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What a good girl."

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

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

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

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

"Now that is a good girl."

Nick leans down and helps me stand up.

"Now take off your clothes."

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

"Holy fuck. You feel so good baby."

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

"Fuck! Fuck!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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madhatterbri · 11 days

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Gentleman's Bandit | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Despite stealing from the rich, the Hangman respects the comfort of a lady.

Author's Note: I learned the story that inspired this from a national park I attended. ❤️ He won the poll. Matthew and Nicholas may get a story as well.

Tag List: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @99hook @coleskingdom

Mentions of Hangman Adam Page, the Young Bucks, Tony Khan and his dad.

Pure fiction

Under the bright sun of the Wild West, where outlaws ran the towns, there rode a mysterious figure. Dressed in all black, the wanted signs posted around the towns could easily identify the man as Hangman Adam Page. Two men rode along side him.

They just pulled over a grand carriage belonging to Governor Khan. The Hangman, with the help of the Young Bucks, approached a grand carriage pulled by white horses. This would be a big score for them.

Nicholas Jackson opened the carriage door roughly. He saw the Governor's son, Tony, sitting in the corner closest to the door. He was crying and huddled in the fetal position. One half of the Young Bucks grabbed him and dragged him outside. The older brother grabbed him before he could fall.

"Sorry about my brother," Matthew chuckled and started to dust Tony's suit of any dust that could have fallen on him. "He's a bit of a hot head,"

"Move, Nicholas. I told you we weren't going to do this rough," Hangman growled and ordered him off the carriage ladders. Nicholas rolled his eyes at the two others inside the carriage and stepped back out. The blonde outlaw stepped on the stairs and looked inside.

Within, he found the elderly governor along with his daughter. Governor Khan tried to remain as stoic as possible. His daughter, Y/N, stared at the ground. They didn't seem to be any immediate threat.

"I'll be taking what's rightfully mine," he said, his voice stern to show he wasn't messing around. "You two remain calm and compliant, and I will let you stay in here,"

With that, he rifled through the carriage, taking only what he deemed would fetch him a lot of money. The same fate wasn't met for Tony. The man was stripped of all his personal belongings down to just his slacks. The three men knew they couldn't fit his clothes.

Once they were finished, they allowed Tomy back into the carriage. Hangman and the Young Bucks sealed their stolen items on their horses.

"We will be bidding you a good day," Hangman said and stared at Y/N. "I am sorry if I scared you any, miss,"

Y/N simply nodded, not wanting any trouble with the outlaw. Despite the current condition of his son, the governor complimented the outlaw.

"Thank you for the treatment of myself and my daughter," he said. "You were a gentleman throughout this,"

Tony's mouth dropped open in shock at his dad's oblivion to his current state.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 10 months

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Head Over Feet--Ch. 8

Chapter 8

“How do you do that again?” The kid’s name was Noel, and he was fascinated by one of the videos I’d pulled up from one of our shows. It was Hanger doing the running shooting star press. The kid had asked me to replay it at least a dozen times.

Standing beside him, I watched the kid as he studied the move on the screen. His fingers kept toying with the zipper on his jacket.

“I was never really good at it,” I said honestly. “But basically, you get a short running start and then do a backflip onto the other guy.”

He looked up at me with a furrow in his brow. “But do you lead with your head or your chest or your foot? How do you know you’ll land in the right place?” He tugged his jacket zipper up and down, like it was a nervous tick. “What angle do you do? Can you do the geometry in your head?”

I felt my eyes bulge in surprise. “Geometry? We don’t really think about it that way. At least, I don’t.”

The furrow in Noel’s brow got deeper. “But how do you do it if you don’t do the math?” His frustration was palpable. He tugged his jacket zipper with more force.

I paused the video and sat down in the chair next to where he stood. The sound of the zipper was loud in my ears. “We just feel it. And practice a lot. I mean, a lot! My friend Adam here… he’s done that move hundreds of times. He can tell you exactly how many steps he needs to take and where he’s going to land without looking. He can do it with his eyes closed in his sleep.”

“But—”

For a second, I thought about reaching out to put my hand on his shoulder. But the tension in his features let me know that might not be a good idea.

“It’s like this thing called muscle memory. Right? Like when you do something so often and so many times that you don’t even think about it anymore,” I said slowly. “When Adam does that move, his body kind of does the math for him.”

Noel opened his mouth to speak, but a shadow fell over us before he could. Ellie stood there with a faint smile. She settled her hand in the space between his shoulder blades. When she spoke, her voice was low and soothing.

“It’s time for special, Noel. You don’t want to be late.”

The frustration in his features smoothed out. The fidgeting with his zipper slowed. He looked up at the clock.

“Ms. Kyle, may I go to my special now?”

Ellie smiled and dropped her hand back to her side. “Of course. Don’t forget your bag.”

Noel nodded and went to grab his backpack. He gave Ellie a wave as he walked out. The moment the door closed behind him, she sank into a chair and covered her eyes with her hands.

“I’m sorry about that,” she said, her words muffled behind her fingers.

I laughed before I could stop myself. “Why? The kids were pretty awesome.”

“I meant Noel.”

“Ellie, seriously. He just had questions.” I had the urge to reach out to her. I settled for scooting my chair a little closer. “Hell, I haven’t even thought about geometry in ten years, let alone with a shooting star press!”

She laughed and I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing in my chest. It made something slip down into my toes—this warmth that enveloped me. Ellie let out a faint sigh and took a breath. When she looked back over at me, I couldn’t stop myself.

“Go out with me.” I cringed as the words spilled out. Almost like a demand rather than a request. “I mean—”

“Sure.”

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was blushing.

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By the time I got home and dropped my bag, I was convinced the whole thing had been some sort of fever dream. There was no way that I’d actually asked Ellie Kyle on a legitimate date. I’d clearly had some bad Taco Bell or something. In reality, I was in some massive hallucination while I was in the emergency room. Or I’d wake up any minute to find that I’d overslept and missed my entire visit to Ellie in the first place.

Groaning, I flopped down on the end of my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I’d barely closed my eyes when my phone went off. Ellie’s name appeared when I clicked on the screen.

Let me know when you want to get together. Thanks again for everything today. -E.

My God. It had really happened.

Heart pounding in my throat, I took a screenshot of the message and sent it to Sam with the words don’t talk about my nuts ever again. After a moment’s thought, I sent the same one to Nick. Maybe that would make both of them leave me alone.

I should have known it wasn’t going to be anywhere near that easy.

Not five seconds later, my ringtone blared through the room.

“What, Sam?” My voice came out a little gruffer than I intended.

Laughter rolled through the line. “Close,” my little brother cackled.

“Oh hell,” I grunted. “I’d rather talk to Sam.”

“I’m here, too!”

The urge to hang up ran through me. It was one thing for Sam to haze me about not dating, but it was something else entirely for my baby brother to back her up.

“When is it?”

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t go to Black Bear. Go somewhere nice.”

“Make sure you get a haircut.”

“And clean up those mutton chops!”

“Remember—”

“STOP!” Their rapid-fire questions and comments swam through my head, making it ache. “Jesus, please stop.”

Instantly, silence crackled down the line. It was almost like I could hear them breathing. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine the two of them on the sofa in Sam’s apartment with Nick’s phone on his knee and both with contrite expressions.

“Sorry,” Sam said after a few moments of strained quiet.

I sighed and sat up, my head in my hand. “It’s okay. I’m still surprised as hell myself.”

For half a second, I thought back to that day in LAX when we first met Sam. How I secretly put her number in my phone from the tag on her luggage. I had every intention of asking her out the instant I saw her. But then I saw how my brother looked at her and heard how he talked about her in the days afterward. I couldn’t bring myself to go through with calling and asking her out. Not when it was clear that Nick was already smitten with her after ten minutes.

It was something I was ashamed of, even if no one knew. Truth was I hoped no one ever knew.

“How can we help?” Nick asked evenly. “What d’you need?”

I scrubbed my face with my hand. “Honestly, I don’t have any clue. You know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date.”

Before I could spiral back into thoughts of Her, Sam’s voice rushed down the line. “It’s dating bootcamp for you then, Matty!”

My head fell forward. I put it between my knees, sure I was going to panic if I didn’t. An ache started behind my eyes, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. “You know what, Sammy? Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

She squealed so loud I nearly threw the phone across the room.

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debbiechanclub · 2 years

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Best Two Out of Three (Rewrite!), Part 1

There’s dissension in The Elite, and Alex and Callie both just want Adam to be happy. But they both need to sort out their own happiness, too.

Pairings: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler & Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson (lol if you read the original you know it gets more complicated than this but, ya know) Part: 1/? Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Language, alcohol use, angst

Masterlist.

A/N: It’s here! With @hotyeehawman‘s blessing as co-writer of the original, I’ve decide to go ahead with my efforts to rewrite Best Two Out of Three (a.k.a. BTOOT) and make it even better than before. I know a lot of people loved the original fic (and I love you for it), and it’s pretty much the entire reason I’m involved in this little community and have made so many friends. But I hope you’ll like the rewrite just as much, if not more so. And if this is the first time you’re reading, welcome! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2020 AEW Fyter Fest, Night 1 Daily’s Place – Jacksonville, Florida

“Are you ready for this?”

Alex arched an eyebrow at Trent from across the locker room. “Am I ready? Are y’all ready? You’re the ones fighting for the tag titles.”

“Yeah, but we’re going up against your old boys, and we’re your new boys, so, you know,” he bit off a strip of athletic tape as he finished wrapping his wrists. “It might be emotionally stressful for you to be out there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine,” she returned; but the amused half-grin on her lips belied the nervous butterflies teeming in her stomach. This was emotionally stressful. It had been a long time coming for Best Friends to finally get a shot at the AEW World Tag Team Championship, but as much as Alex wanted this for them, she would have preferred they go up against anyone other than Adam Page and Kenny Omega. Not because she didn’t think Trent and Chuck could beat them—she did—but because Adam was one of her oldest friends in the business, and Kenny was… well, things were complicated between her and Kenny, to say the least.

“And Adam and Kenny were never my boys,” she added, trying to talk down her nerves. “Not in the way you guys are.”

“Knock, knock!” Someone suddenly knocked on the door and called cheerfully into the room. Trent’s mom, Sue. “Is everyone decent?”

“Yeah, come in,” Trent answered. Sue barely waited until the words were out of his mouth before she pushed open the door. She smiled widely at them all.

“Are you guys ready? I was told it’s time to head to the van.”

“I’m good,” Chuck said. “Alex?”

She nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Trent grabbed his jacket, and they exited the locker room and made their way toward where Sue’s white minivan sat just outside the amphitheater. It had been Tony’s idea to have Sue drive them into the match, and Alex was somewhat relieved that she was. It meant she wouldn’t have to worry about running into either Adam or Kenny backstage right beforehand.

“Are we all piling in the back, or?” Alex asked as they arrived at the van.

“No; I figured you’d ride shotgun,” Trent said, and he opened the passenger side door for her. She smiled at him and got inside.

“Okay, Alex,” Sue said to her as she climbed behind the wheel. “Make sure no one hurts my Greggy.”

“What about me?” Chuck asked, wounded. But Trent talked over him.

“She’s doing commentary, mom.”

Alex grinned as she buckled her seatbelt. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll run down with a steel chair if I need to.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Are you sure you don’t want me at ringside?”

Callie looked up in question at Adam as he shrugged on his vest. He seemed irritated as he answered. “Yes, Cal. Alex isn’t gonna do anything; she’s on commentary. And she wouldn’t do anything even if she wasn’t. I don’t know why you think she will.”

Callie glanced down in annoyance at her nails. “I just don’t trust her,” she muttered.

“Yeah, we know,” Kenny commented.

Callie rolled her eyes; she couldn’t wait for this match to be over and done with. At first, Best Friends had just been yet another team for Adam and Kenny to defeat in their reign as AEW World Tag Team Champions. But, at some point over the last three weeks, the story of the match had suddenly shifted from the titles themselves to Adam’s rocky relationship with Kenny—and whether Alex Hawthorne thought they truly gelled as a team. She knew Adam, everyone said; they were old friends, they’d come up in the business together, and if anyone would have insight into Adam’s true feelings on teaming with Kenny, it was her. It irked Callie. She was Adam’s girlfriend, but no one seemed to give two shits about her opinion on the matter.

And she knew exactly why: because she hadn’t fucked Kenny Omega.

“Whose idea was it for her to be on commentary, anyway?” she asked.

“Tony’s, I think,” Adam responded. Callie didn’t say anything in return. At least, not with her words. He noticed. “Look, I know you’ve been feeling overlooked lately, and I know this situation with Alex isn’t helping. But you knew it was gonna happen as soon as Best Friends got the title shot.”

Her brow lowered. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

“We should go,” Kenny abruptly interjected and stood from his seat. Callie cut her eyes at him. She had half a mind to ask if he’d had anything to do with Alex getting so much undue attention lately.

“Just focus on your Dark match, okay?” Adam suggested, and he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. She barely returned it.

“I’m gonna go find Matt and Nick,” she breathed, and she got up and pushed out of the locker room without so much as a backward glance.

* * * * * * * * * *

“There’s something to be said about trust with partners, and there was a long time we weren’t sure about the trust between Hangman and Kenny Omega, but I think that’s all behind them now. And I know, Alex, I know you’re probably not pulling for Adam and Kenny here, but you have to agree that they’ve proven to be one of the strongest tag teams in AEW, if not the strongest, as the champions.”

Alex grinned across the commentary table at Tony Schiavone. They were barely ten minutes into the match, but that was double the amount of time she’d expected to pass before someone pried her on her thoughts on Adam and Kenny. “Well, there’s no probably about it, Tony—I’m not pulling for Adam and Kenny at all. I want Best Friends to win, so jot that down.”

“Noted,” he returned.

“But yeah, of course they’ve proven to be one of the strongest teams in AEW,” she admitted. “They wouldn’t have held the championship for what—it’s been over a hundred fifty days or something, hasn’t it?”

“Almost two hundred, I think,” Excalibur supplied.

“Right, so they wouldn’t have held the titles for almost two hundred days if they weren’t a strong team. But they’re not Best Friends.”

“Pun intended?” Tony remarked—but Alex didn’t get the chance to respond.

“What the hell’s this, then?” JR interjected, and they all looked to their right. Dax Harwood and Cash Wheeler had appeared on stage carrying a cooler between them and folded beach chairs over their shoulders. Alex shifted in her seat.

“Who invited them?” she asked.

“Well, no one,” Excalibur said. “But apparently they’re interested in this match.”

They stopped right beside Alex and started setting up shop. “How you doin’?” JR asked. “Good to see you guys.”

“You want a beer? Something to drink?” Cash asked. He looked at Alex. She ignored him and focused back on the match.

“Well, we’re working right now,” Tony said. Cash held up his hands as if to say okay. But when he sat down, he leaned forward and looked at Alex again.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he said, offering her a bottle. She looked down her nose at it.

“Is that Bud?” she scoffed. “Come back with Yuengling and maybe we’ll talk.”

A corner of Cash’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and before he sat back, he sent her a wink that made Alex’s cheeks unexpectedly burn.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had been on the edge of her seat far more than she’d expected to be for this match. She held her breath as Chuck Taylor hit Kenny with a nasty looking spike piledriver and went for the pin—but Adam scrambled back into the ring and broke it up at the last second. She breathed out and rubbed clammy palms on her jeans.

“That was too close,” Nick lowly said. Callie glanced furtively at Matt, but he remained quiet, his attention zeroed-in on the television in front of them.

Meanwhile, JR abruptly pivoted on commentary. “FTR in a big tag team match next week, an eight-man tag, they’ll be teaming with the Young Bucks. I can’t wait to see how that evolves; that’s an interesting neighborhood to live in.”

“Just don’t leave your back exposed, that’s all I have to say,” Alex remarked, presumably to FTR. It made Callie roll her eyes.

“I’m still waiting to have a match with her. She could use a good kick upside the head.”

“Take it up with Kenny,” Nick returned with a laugh.

“She’ll be waiting another year, then,” Matt commented. A smile tugged at the corner of Callie’s lips. Lately, it had seemed like he was the only one on her side.

They fell back into silence as the match went on. The back-and-forth pace continued, with neither team truly gaining the upper hand until Chuck pulled Kenny out of the ring, climbed to the top turnbuckle, and jumped off to help Trent fold up Adam in a Strong Zero. Aubrey started the count.

One.

Two—

Kenny dove through the ropes with a millisecond left to break up the pin. Callie’s heart was in her throat. Thank God they hadn’t lost like that.

“Wow,” Alex breathed on commentary. “That was pure ring awareness on Kenny’s part that saved the match there.”

“Absolutely,” Excalibur enthusiastically agreed. “Hangman didn’t kick out of that; it was only through Kenny’s intervention that the champions retained!”

Callie bristled. She wouldn’t mind kicking Excalibur upside the head, either.

Kenny traded blows with Chuck until he caught him and lifted him onto his shoulders. He was going for the One-Winged Angel; but Chuck managed to reverse it into an Awful Waffle. Luckily, neither he nor Kenny were the legal men. Even so, Chuck clearly sensed a win within Best Friends’ reach—and while Kenny rolled out of the ring, he grabbed Trent and pulled him into a hug.

“The Best Friends giving the people what they want!” Excalibur exclaimed. But, almost as soon as he did, Adam charged. Chuck pushed his partner out of the way only to be knocked backward through the ropes by a big boot to the face, leaving Adam alone in the ring with Trent. Trent didn’t have the wherewithal to fight back as Adam hit him with rolling elbow strike to the face, and then another—but then he got an unexpected second wind and reversed an attempted powerbomb into a pin. That time, however, Adam did kick out. Callie grinned to herself. That should shut up Excalibur.

Both men got to their feet at the same time; but Adam was just a tad quicker, and he grabbed Trent and hit him with a Deadeye. He hooked his leg.

One.

Two—

Trent kicked out.

“Come on!” Callie proclaimed.

“He’s got it,” Nick assured, and they watched as Adam pushed himself up and stepped out onto the ring apron. He gritted his teeth, and then he slingshot himself over the top rope back into the ring and laid Trent out with a hard Buckshot Lariat.

He dropped down into the cover and hooked both of Trent’s legs. Aubrey counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ding, ding, ding! The bell rang, and as Adam’s music started up, Callie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too nerve-wracking,” she breathed. “And they have to do it again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but Private Party shouldn’t be as hard to put away,” Nick figured. He looked at his brother. “I’m not looking forward to our match.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Matt agreed; but his brow furrowed. “And what the hell are they doing?”

Callie and Nick both looked back at the TV. Cash and Dax had left their seats and stepped into the ring, two beers in each their hands. Cash offered one to Adam. To Callie’s surprise, he took it.

“Do they not know Kenny doesn’t drink?” Nick wondered aloud.

“Even if he did,” Matt returned, but he didn’t finish the thought. Instead, he stood from his seat. “I’m going out there.”

He took off, and Nick and Callie followed, walking fast. They made it out to the ring just in time to see Kenny pour out the beer Dax had given him—and neither Dax nor Cash looked happy.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Matt and Nick jumped in between Kenny and FTR. Meanwhile, Callie looked up at Adam in question.

“What’re you doing?”

But he didn’t even acknowledge her. Instead, he walked over to the guys and started yelling—at Kenny.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be an asshole about it!”

“I don’t drink!” Kenny returned.

“Oh—you don’t drink,” Adam echoed, fed up, almost mocking him. Callie put a hand on his arm.

“Adam! Seriously?”

“What? Are you really defending him?” he charged with a point at Kenny. Callie bit down on her jaw.

“Well, you have to defend the tag titles again with him tomorrow!”

Adam looked away in agitation and took a swig of beer. Callie looked over at the others. There was a notable divide in the ring: FTR and Adam on one side; Matt, Nick, and Kenny on the other. It made her stomach turn.

“He doesn’t drink,” Matt repeated. “Relax.”

“Are we good?” Nick asked.

“Oh, we’re good,” Dax said, pointing between himself and Cash. “I don’t know about y’all.”

He fixed dark eyes on Kenny. But Kenny was clearly over it all. “You guys figure it out; I’m leaving,” he said, and with that he ducked out of the ring and into the right entrance tunnel. And as she watched him go, Callie couldn’t help but notice Alex get up from the commentary table and disappear down the tunnel after him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Thursday, July 2, 2020 Jacksonville, Florida

“I need a drink,” Chuck announced as he, Alex, Trent, and Orange arrived on the terrace at TIAA Bank Field, just across the way from Daily’s Place. He wasn’t the only one. Taping the second night of Fyter Fest the day after working the first night live had taken its toll—and it didn’t help that Orange had lost in the main event against Chris Jericho. Best Friends had come up oh-for-two, and they could use a round of drinks (or two, or three) on Tony Khan’s dime to make up for it. That alone was their motivation for going to the company Fourth of July party following the taping—free booze.

Well, it was the only motivation for Chuck, Trent, and Orange. Alex had an additional reason; one that only she was privy to.

“Hey, there’s beer pong,” Trent noted with a nod toward where a group of people had gathered around two tables set up with red plastic cups. Nearby, a dry erase board sat on a chair with a list of names written on it. It looked like they were having a tournament.

“Wanna be my partner?” he asked Alex.

“Sure,” she smiled. “Let me just go get a drink.”

He nodded. “Cool. I’ll go enter us,” he said, and he walked off toward the tables. But before Alex could head to the bar, someone called her name.

“Alex!”

She whirled around. Adam beckoned from a few yards away. “Come here!” he called. He was with FTR and Callie. Notably, Kenny and the Young Bucks weren’t anywhere to be seen.

She made her way over to them. Cash and Dax smiled at her. Callie didn’t. “We were just talking about you,” Adam said.

Alex shot him a curious look. “You were?”

“He was just telling us about how you met in college,” Dax explained.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize y’all went that far back. I thought you met in ROH,” Cash added. Out of the corner of her eye, Alex noticed Callie take a drink of her bright pink cocktail in effort to hide a look of annoyance.

“No, we met in college,” she confirmed. “I sat next to him by chance the first day of the one class we had together.”

“And the rest is history,” Adam cut in. “Seriously—she didn’t even watch wrestling before we met, and now she’s here.”

He smiled wide, his face flushed. It was obvious he wasn’t on his first drink. Adam had never been one to turn down a good time, but he’d been drinking a lot more than usual lately, Alex noticed.

“You live in Orlando, right?”

She looked back at Cash. “Oh, yeah. I moved there after graduation in hopes of signing with NXT. That didn’t pan out, obviously… but there’s such a big wrestling community down there that I just stayed.”

Cash nodded. “Yeah, I’m still there, too. Dax moved back to North Carolina, though.”

“I missed home,” Dax said. “And having seasons.”

Adam nudged Callie with his elbow. “See, I’m not the only one.” He looked at Dax and Cash. “She’s been trying to talk me into moving down here.”

“Why?” Dax asked, but Alex tuned out of the conversation as Callie responded. She glanced over her shoulder, looking for Trent; but instead, she found Kenny as he arrived at the party with Matt and Nick. Their eyes met. He smirked. Alex felt suddenly parched.

“Well, I need a drink,” she interjected as soon as there was a break in the conversation.

“Alright,” Adam said.

“Cheers,” Cash added, and Alex sent him a tight smile and took off for the bar, her heart pounding.

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Callie usually loved a party, but she wasn’t having any fun at this one. For one, Adam seemed perfectly content to ignore her in favor of Cash and Dax; and for two, Matt and Nick were pissy because they’d lost the eight-man tag match—and they clearly weren’t happy about Adam’s budding friendship with FTR, either. So, Callie had decided to just avoid all of them. She was sick and tired of constantly having to play mediator between her boyfriend and his teammates—and it had only gotten worse since Adam and Kenny had won the tag titles.

“So have you convinced Adam to move to Orlando yet?” Britt asked. Callie had joined her and Rebel out on the lounge chairs overlooking the field as they waited for the fireworks show to start.

“No,” she regretfully answered. “I swear he’d become a hermit if he could.”

“Wait; I thought you were planning on moving in with him in Virginia?” Rebel asked.

“I am,” Callie returned—maybe a bit too forced. Britt noticed.

“But?” she pressed. Callie sighed.

“But… as much as I love Adam, I really don’t know if I want to trade Southern California for middle-of-nowhere Virginia. That’s why I've been trying to talk him into Orlando. At least moving there wouldn’t be such a culture shock.”

Britt snorted. “Cash lives there. Maybe he can persuade him now that they seem to be best buds.”

Callie glanced over her shoulder to where Adam stood with FTR among a crowd of people watching Anna Jay and John Silver play beer pong against Alex and Trent. She waited, hoping that he’d look over and realize he’d been neglecting her all night. But he didn’t. She sighed and looked back out over the field.

“Well, I’m staying with him until next week’s Dynamite, so I guess I’ll see how I like it there,” she said.

“Hey, everyone!” Tony suddenly called out over the party. “It’s last call, so get your drinks before the fireworks start! Thanks for coming out and happy Fourth!”

A few cheers broke out as people echoed the sentiment. Callie looked down at the drink in her hand. It wasn’t yet empty, but she could use another.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” she said as she stood up.

“Okay, we’ll save your spot,” Rebel returned.

She made her way to the bar, stealing another glance at Adam as she went. That time, their eyes met. But Callie looked away again almost as soon as they did.

She ordered another Cosmopolitan, and as the bartender turned away to make her drink, she felt someone place a hand on the small of her back. She looked up and over her shoulder. Adam.

“Hey. Where you been?”

She scoffed and turned to face forward again. “With Britt and Rebel.” She could have said more, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to fight tonight. They’d been doing that too much lately.

The bartender returned with her drink, and Adam ordered a beer. Callie fidgeted and looked up at him. He nudged his head toward the field as the bartender set the beer in front of him.

“Come on, let’s go get a spot for the fireworks.”

He led her back out onto the terrace, over to a pair of lounge chairs somewhat separated from everyone else. Callie sat down on the edge of the seat, her back stiff.

“Did Cash and Dax not want to watch the fireworks?” she commented. Adam didn’t miss the edge in her tone.

“They’re good guys, Cal. I think you’d like them if you gave them a chance.”

“That’s not,” she cut herself off with a huff. “Never mind.”

“What?” Adam asked. “You’ve been short with me all day.”

“Because I’ve been feeling like I don’t matter!” Callie proclaimed. “Things are obviously still not okay between you and Kenny and the Bucks, but you won’t talk to me about it! Instead, you’re going off and getting drunk with Cash and Dax!”

“Oh okay,” Adam breathed, a wry grin on his lips. He was withdrawing already. But they needed to have this conversation.

“No, listen to me. I want to be here for you, but you won’t let me, Adam.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, but Adam couldn’t meet her gaze. Five seconds of tense silence passed, and then five more. Callie was ready to just give up when he finally said, “I just don’t want to burden you with my bullshit.”

He looked back at her, and she saw that deep loneliness in his eyes again. It seemed to have become a permanent part of him as of late. It broke her heart.

“You wouldn’t be burdening me with it,” she softly returned. “I’m literally asking you to share with me so that you don’t have to carry it yourself. Don’t you get that?”

He turned his gaze downward again. “Yeah,” he said.

But Callie wasn’t sure if he’d only said it to appease her.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Watch my drink—I have to go to the bathroom.”

Alex set here beer down next to Trent and took off for the restroom. After two successful rounds of beer pong, Anna Jay and John Silver had knocked them out of the tournament in the semifinal, and Alex had just the right amount of buzz going. The party had turned out to be pretty fun, after all— even if she was a bit distracted.

And after she finished in the bathroom, she came face-to-face with the reason for her distraction in the hall. Kenny.

He flashed a crooked grin. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Did you follow me?”

“What?” he laughed. “No. Should I have?”

Alex leaned back against the wall, her hands behind her, the surface pleasantly cool against her skin. “No. I figured you’d find me eventually.”

He stepped closer. “Did you?”

She nodded. “Mhm.”

He smiled at her, and Alex felt a rush of heat shoot through her core. She hated what Kenny did to her. But, at the moment, she didn’t care.

“Congrats on retaining the tag titles,” she said. “Again.”

“Thank you,” he returned. And then, “Should we celebrate? Again?”

Alex snorted. “Last night was not a celebration.”

He cocked his head at her. “No? So what was it, then?”

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. There were a lot of adjectives she could use to describe last night. Unexpected. Thrilling. Satisfying. But she didn’t say any of those.

“A lapse in judgment,” she answered. But the coy grin on her lips said otherwise.

“Oh, really?” Kenny returned, clearly onto her bluff. “It didn’t sound like that when you were in my bed.”

“Well… just because it was a lapse in judgment doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.” She smirked up at him from underneath long lashes. The alcohol in her veins was leading her to speak more freely than she would have otherwise. Kenny moved closer.

“Well… maybe you should have another lapse in judgment tonight.”

He bent his head toward her, and she lifted her chin, the scent of his cologne filling her nose—but the distinctive clack-clack-clack of heels on linoleum suddenly put Alex on alert, and it was only growing closer. She gently pushed Kenny back and stepped away from him just as Rebel rounded the corner.

“Oh,” she hesitated when she saw them. “Sorry,” she added, and she continued past them into the bathroom. The interruption sobered Alex. A repeat performance would be a bad idea.

She looked back up at Kenny and offered a demure smile. “I’ll see you later,” she said, and she turned and made her way back to the party, trying to remind herself of the pain Kenny had caused her two months ago, and not the pleasure he’d given her last night.

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Unexpected Reunion - Ch. 2

A/N: I was inspired by @let-me-love-you-loki and her amazing fics and I decided to write out the fictions I wanted to, for me. This is an AU pairing of my main OC Sabrina ‘Rina’ McMahon and Nick Jackson of the Young Bucks! I also tried going back and forth between perspectives for the first time!

Chapter 1

On with Chapter 2~

Nick I was only vaguely familiar with what hit me in the head, and the surprise was enough to send me over to my back. The laughs from the guys let me know they knew precisely what they were doing.

"Nick?" God, her voice saying my name was a drug I was willing to hit a thousand times a day. She giggled, and I opened my eyes to see her above me. Another sight I wanted to repeat a million times. "You okay?"

"Physically, yes. My ego will be bruised and require treatment for many days; I'll be accepting applications for a nurse." In joking, I figured I could slip in a subtle flirtation and see how she responded. She giggled again, stepping back as I got to my feet and dusted myself off.

"My schedule is completely open, Nick. You just let me know when you need some…attention…" A blush bloomed across the apples of her cheeks, and she skipped toward the group, leaving me dazed in her wake. I needed a moment to shake the cobwebs free and process that. Heat raced up to my face as the rest of the group enjoyed laughing at the exchange.

"I might take you up on that," I grumbled as I walked into step with my brother. He just shook his head at me as we continued our way back to the building. Things fell back to regular conversations, and soon we piled ourselves into the elevator. We offloaded onto our respective floors, and everyone disappeared down the halls to their rooms.

Rina As the group split up for the night, I couldn't get to my room fast enough. My boldness soon ran away from me, and I kicked myself for what I allowed myself to say to Nick. Around the rest of the group as well, no less. Hopefully, it would all be forgotten in the morning until AJ grabbed me by the belt loops of my jeans.

"Hold on there, cowgirl. What's with you and Nick?" He backed me up against the wall with a Cheshire-like grin. I looked down at the carpet sheepishly. The only answer I could give with any certainty was a shrug. AJ wasn't accepting this as an answer, though, crossing his arms across his chest and awaiting further explanation. I sighed, took him by the shoulder, and asked him to come into my room. I didn't want to blast this tale to everyone in the hallway. Once inside the room, I plopped on the bed with a sigh. AJ sat at the foot of the bed and gestured with his hand that the floor was mine.

"So back in TNA, I met both of the Jacksons in 2009 and 2010. They were working with the Guns then, and Caly had a short fling with Matt. We spent a lot of time together, and back then, at least, Nick had a bit of a puppy dog crush on me." I looked down as the blush bloomed across my cheeks again. "I thought he was the sweetest thing ever, but I was in a relationship. And seeing him again gave me feelings I didn't know were still there. At least on my side."

"Oh, he is still a puppy for you. He couldn't take his eyes off you, not from when we met with them. And it's maybe cute; I think he'd be good for you." I stared at my best friend in wonder. No way he could still have feelings for me! A good, sweet, kind, and gentle soul like that couldn't possibly be interested in a misfit like me. I shook my head in disbelief. AJ ruffled my hair. "We'll see. I'm sure you won't be able to pretend not to notice for long. Just try to enjoy yourself here, alright?"

"AJ, thanks again for inviting me along," My best friend got up and went back to his room, and I laid back on the bed. AJ's take on Nick and how he felt about me replayed in my head. I hadn't noticed him staring, where I certainly had with Marty. At that moment in the restaurant, I bumped into his hand, and we locked eyes, but that could be a fluke. Curling up on the bed, I pledged to be more aware in the coming days.

Nick The following day I woke up and decided to accompany Matt on his morning jaunt for coffee. I didn't drink the stuff often, but I knew she did. And as luck would have it, she was already at the station where the coffee was. I quickly straightened out my sleep-rumpled shirt and smoothed back my ponytail. Matt watched this with an entertained smile on his face. He went over to the station and casually bumped Rina with his shoulder.

"Good morning," He greeted her. "Not sure how I feel about someone beating me to the coffee," She laughed, throwing her hair back out of her face.

"Morning. You'll have to get up early to beat me to coffee, Mr. Jackson." She turned around and rested against the corner of the counter. "Oh, good morning to you too, Nick!" I could feel my cheeks heat up with her noticing me and sounding so happy.

"I had to ensure my big brother stayed on his best behavior while searching out the solution to his caffeine addiction." I teased as he looked back at me with a scowl.

"Spoken like a true younger sibling," She said, toasting me with her paper cup.

"Oh, no wonder you guys get along so well. Annoying younger siblings." Matt quipped with a smirk.

"No wonder you're so uppity, stuck-up older siblings," Rina responded, not missing a beat and giving a smirk of her own. My brother and I burst out laughing as we moved away from the counter and towards a seating area in the corner. Rina followed us as the rest of the group shuffled along from the elevator bay and joined us.

Rina Settling into the overstuffed chair, I felt very much at ease with the group around me. I could get used to this, I thought. I brought the warm coffee to my lips with a smile and inhaled its aroma. Oh yes, I could get used to this...

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tottenhamhotsperm · 2 years

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new fic!

pairing: nick jackson & matt jackson

wc: 970

genre: hurt/comfort

if we have each other

Nick has difficulty realizing his worth. Matt sets out to fix that.

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Mine | Bucky Barnes

Fandom: MCU( Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X You, Bucky Barnes x Fem! reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Daddy kink, rough sex, light choking, praise kink, explicit language, cum play (if you squint ), Unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it) Explicit content!

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He’s jealous and it's not such a good look on your partner as he pushes you to your knees, making you look up when he grabs your chin roughly.

“Look. at. me” Growls the man and you swallow hard, you were already half naked but you were in a lot of trouble as it is with him.

Going to the club and getting drunk, rubbing against another guy in the accident wasn’t such a good guy, also wearing a revealing top that showed your breasts off nicely and other men stared at you in the club. Your partner really didn’t appreciate that either.

So, Yes, you're in huge trouble especially when your partner is very very possessive over you, He is your dominant other half and goes by Daddy, Sir, or Master in the bedroom, mostly Daddy but out in public he goes by James Barnes or just Bucky.

“You’re in trouble!” He says as your eyes wandered to him as you swallow even harder.

“Why?” You choke out

“You know why!” He growls more at you as your eyes look back down.

“Did I tell you to stop looking at me? Look.at.me.” Bucky says and you look back at him.

“Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it.” You choke out again as Bucky just smirks

“Oh, you didn’t mean when you were rubbing up against that other man! Or when you decided to wear this stupid top to have everyone look at you” Bucky states as finally ripped your shirt off like he did with your pants moments earlier. Just leaving you in your red lace panties and matching red and black bra.

Bucky very still furious, and your needy to lose control again, but sexual tension lay thick, with the jealousy and need for losing control, at the moment everything hanging by a thread to ruin any chance you had of sorting this out the way normal couples would.

“Get on the bed” He orders as he lets go of your chin, slowly getting up as you got on the bed and Bucky watches with lust in his eyes and love bouncing in his eyes.

Bucky began hovering over you, his dark lustful, love filled eyes wondering all over your half naked body. Bucky arm going underneath you, as he clips your bra quickly then throwing into the air, it landing on the floor somewhere.

“look at you….pathetic.” He says as he straddles you and you gasp softly in response.

Your nipples are hard and your already soaking wet, Bucky knew that. That’s the effect Bucky had on you, when he took control just the way you want it, the way you like it. Bucky hands flicking at your nipples making them harder as you just bit your lip.

“What do you want?” He asks and you look at him as your body moves slightly underneath him, just before Bucky grabs your hands pinning them above your head.

Bucky going down now as he held your hands. His warm mouth meeting your cold hard nipples as he flicked them with his tongue making you want more.

Bucky mouth going in between both of your breasts, giving them both a fair amount of loving. You wanted more.

“P-p-please…please I need more”

You beg out as Bucky smirks more as he removes his mouth then stops as he stares at you as his hand goes down your panties immediately ripping them off of you.

Bucky staring at you, as his metal hand went to your core, massaging your clit slowly as you bit your lip more and Bucky mouth went to your neck giving you kisses and soft sucks. Until Bucky started sucking more and more in places that would show and be there for days.

“You’re mine, Get that I’m your pretty little head of yours” Bucky whispers to you as you look at him with a nod.

“No no, I want you to say it!” He speaks as he grabs your face again, tight this time.

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right baby”

Bucky kissing your neck, and you leaned back slightly, allowing him more access to your neck as he then suddenly bite down roughly causing you to moan out.

His fingers massaging faster until he stopped, suddenly teasing your hole as he pushed your legs further apart and taking his mouth off your neck.

Bucky grinning at you as he strips his shirt and you smirk looking at his body.

“God, you are so hot” You comment as you ran across his chest. Bucky slowly going down on you as his two fingers push into you causing you slightly arc your back.

“Fuck!” You moan out as Bucky begins thrusting his fingers quickly and his mouth meets with your clit quickly too.

His mouth to your pussy, licking you and your wetness. You moan, finding his hair once more and pulling softly. He kissed around the clit, his licks sending sensations and pleasure to you. Bucky pulling you closer to pleasure you more as he flick and lick you in the areas most pleasurable areas, he knew of you.

Bucky knew he was bringing you closer as he thrust his fingers faster, faster, faster as you clench around his fingers tight.

“Fuck fuck fuck, DADDY!…I’m gonna cum…please…please” You moan out loudly as your back arch more.

“Cum for me baby” Bucky pulls away slightly from you, He almost commands you to come and all you can do is just babble and moan due to the pleasure.

Holding your eyes shut as your breathing hitch. “I’m cumming!” You yell out as Bucky work his magic between your legs quicker and faster.

Your legs shaking now as then began cumming violently, all over Bucky face and fingers as he just licked it all up.

Bucky lifting away from your in between your legs as he lick his lips with a satisfied smirk.

“Oh, your not done yet.” Bucky assured you with a very huge smirk on his face as he grab you by your hips swiftly then flip you onto your stomach with your ass in the air.

Bucky smirking as he squeezes your ass tightly before he undone his own pants and underwear.

Before going to you from behind and he slowly slips into you as then grips your hair tightly and pulls you back into his shoulder roughly.

“Fuck….Shit, James” You groan out as you felt Bucky other hand go to your neck, choking you slightly as he smirks seeing the daze expression on your face but that didn’t cloud your eyes that are full with lust , love and neediness in a way.

“Not my name baby” he growls in your ear immediately as he began slamming his cock into you harshly now.

“Did you like those other guys you were grinding on tonight at the club?” Bucky speaks huskily like making you almost shiver as he pounds into you now, making you lose it completely now.

“N-no…no I didn’t…I didn’t mean it “You whimper out with moans escaping your throat now.

“Yeah you didn’t mean it…because your mine” he says

“Yes, yes, I’m yours!” You moan out loudly now as you press your back against his chest. He continue to thrust his cock into you roughly before you pushing his back down into the bed, with his hand still against your head, pushing you into the mattress more as He thrust into you faster, harder again.

Bucky slamming into you now, as you begin moving your hips with him, moving together as Bucky just grabs your hips.

“Mhm baby you like this don’t you?” He asks and you nod sloppily into the pillow your face in pushed into right now as you began almost losing control Fo your body.

“Y-yes…yes yes….please…daddy..” Is all you can moan out in broken sentences and moans that couldn’t escape your throat due to the amount of pleasure, sensations your feeling.

The feeling you felt moments before, that were bubbling up again.

“Fuck fuck!” You scream out as Bucky smirks more at your reactions, knowing your close again.

Bucky pulling out again as you whimper at the lost of his cock.

Until Bucky flips you again on your back.

“I want to see your face while you take all my cum.” Bucky uttered out as his hand went back to your throat with smirk as he ruthlessly. Bucky squeezing your throat just the way you like it, cutting abit of airflow, making you groan and smile slightly in response.

Bucky then slamming back into you as he made eye contact with you as you grip onto your wrist tightly with a smirk.

Bucky free hand and grabbing onto your hip as he slam into you again as you arch your back slot more again.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” You scream out now, clenching around Bucky cock now.

“Cum for me baby. I want to you see all destroyed with my cock.” He says as he slams harder and faster.

Mumbling out words that Bucky couldn’t exactly comprehend from you as he pulls you cup and close, chest to chest as you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms around your torso, now you began bouncing up and down fast on his cock.

Panting into his chest as Bucky breathing also hitch with you.

“Shit, baby your gonna make me cum” he groans out as you went faster. Closing your eyes into his neck as

Something exploded, igniting in you again.

Feeling the explosion in your lower abdomen , unravel quickly as you began scream out as cum cover his cock then his cum exploded inside of you.

Eyes close in Bucky’s neck, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure.

The world freezing around you as you groan out in pleasure

Opening your eyes again as now you were staring at the clueing and your head against Bucky chest, you can hear his beating heart through his chest that was slowing down now.

Blinking your vision in again as you slowly look up at him with a soft smile as Bucky gentle kiss your lips and you kiss back.

Everything is too sensitive for anything more as you breath out, breathlessly now with a soft smile on your face.

“Thank you Bucky.” you whisper into his ear as you kiss him again and he covers the both of you with a blanket. You just snuggle in with him again as you just smile in content.

“That was amazing” he says breaking the peaceful silence.

“Yeah it was” You yawn out now as you snuggle more into Bucky and slowly drifting off to a soft chuckle as he hand ran through your hair.

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Okay I have a brilliant idea ready? 111, 119, and 120 with Matt and Nick Jackson. Girllll imagine the filth

Siri play Nasty song by Lil Ru cause this person is FILTHY NASTY

Prompts (111) “You like it when we both fuck you at the same time right, babygirl?” (119) “Would you want to make a private video for the two of us?” (120) “Mmm that’s right smile for the camera.”

Word Count: 1,474

Summary: Y/N becomes a “Movie Star” with two famous brothers of the wrestling industry.

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A/N: Babyyyy this is filthy. I really tried my best to write this while being sick I know you sent this in back in early December, but I hope you love it! (Not proofread)

Third Person POV

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the fans eagerly awaited the main event of the night. The lights were dimmed and the music blared as the two top tag teams made their way to the ring. The Young Bucks, Matt and Nick Jackson, were greeted with cheers and chants from the crowd. They were known for their high-flying, acrobatic style of wrestling and were fan favorites. But what the crowd didn't know was that the brothers had a secret side to them, one that only a select few knew about. As the match began, the Young Bucks showcased their impressive moves, flipping and jumping around the ring, leaving their opponents in awe. But amidst all the chaos, there was one person who caught their eye – Y/N. She was a professional wrestler herself, but not just any wrestler, she was known for her seductive and dominant persona in the ring. And the Young Bucks couldn't help but be drawn to her.

As the match progressed, Y/N could feel the intense gaze of the Young Bucks on her. She smirked, knowing that they were interested in her. And she couldn't deny that she was also intrigued by them. After all, they were two of the most talented and attractive wrestlers in the business. In the final moments of the match, Y/N's team emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, and the Young Bucks were left in awe of Y/N's skills. As the match ended, they made their way backstage, but the Young Bucks had a different destination in mind. They wanted to talk to Y/N.

As Y/N entered her locker room, she was surprised to see the brothers waiting for her. They wasted no time in approaching her, their eyes filled with desire. Without any words, they pushed her against the wall, their lips crashing onto hers in a hungry kiss.Y/N moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat and passion emanating from the Young Bucks. She could feel their hands roaming all over her body, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. She knew that this was going to be a night to remember.

Matt and Nick wasted no time in stripping Y/N of her wrestling gear, revealing her toned and curvaceous body. They couldn't believe how perfect she looked, and they were eager to explore every inch of her. Matt and Nick took turns kissing and caressing Y/N's body, leaving trails of hot kisses and love bites. They made their way down to her breasts, taking turns sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Y/N arched her back, moaning in pleasure as her body responded to their touch. The brothers then led the girl to the couch on the other side of the room after locking the door. Nick and Matt had more in store for Y/N. Matt and Nick's lips moved down her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and causing her to squirm with pleasure. They reached her panties, and with a mischievous look, they tore them off, exposing her dripping wet center.

Y/N's breath hitched as Matt started licking and sucking on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gripped onto his hair, pushing his face deeper into her, wanting more. Matt moaned at her taste as Nick continued his assault on Y/N’s chest. Y/N gripped the couch, her head thrown back as she moaned loudly, her legs trying to close around Matt’s head. “Fuck Nick she tastes so sweet.” Matt groaned as he slowly teased Y/N’s entrance with two fingers. Nick leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as Matt continued eating her out like it was his last meal. Y/N gasped as Matt’s fingers found their way inside her, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to reach her peak, the brothers switched positions, with Matt taking over the kiss and Nick focusing on her pleasure. Y/N couldn't believe the level of pleasure she was experiencing - it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her mind was buzzing. As she reached her climax, the brothers slowed down their movements, bringing her down from her high with gentle kisses and caresses.

After a few moments of catching their breath, Nick spoke up. "Would you want to make a private video just for the two of us?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Y/N's heart raced at the thought of capturing this incredible experience on camera. She nodded eagerly, and the brothers grinned, knowing they had found someone who shared their love for adrenaline and adventure. Y/N couldn't believe how incredibly turned on she was by the whole situation. The thrill of being filmed while having sex with two of the hottest wrestlers in the industry was almost too much to handle. Nick reached for the camera on the ring and turned on the camera, making sure to capture every angle as the girl moved to her knees in front of the other Jackson.

Y/N wasted no time in unzipping their pants and pulling out their already hard cocks. She licked her lips in anticipation, savoring the moment before she took them in her mouth. She started with Matt, her lips wrapping around his thick shaft as she began to suck and bob her head, her tongue swirling around his tip. Matt let out a low groan, his hands threading through her hair as he guided her movements. Meanwhile, Nick was eagerly awaiting his turn, his own cock twitching in anticipation. Y/N switched her attention to Nick, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking him just as enthusiastically as she did Matt. The brothers couldn't believe the pleasure they were feeling, both from Y/N's skilled mouth and the thrill of potentially being caught. They took turns thrusting into her mouth, each time feeling a surge of pleasure course through their bodies. "Please, I need you inside me," Y/N begged, her voice dripping with desire.

The dimly lit room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. Y/N was sandwiched between the two men she had been fantasizing about for months. As the brothers moved in perfect synchronization, their bodies pressed against hers, Y/N couldn't help but moan loudly. She had always been attracted to both of them, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in bed with them. Matt leaned down and whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You like it when we both fuck you at the same time right, babygirl?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. Y/N nodded, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Nick's hands roamed her body, teasing and touching every inch of her skin. The brothers had always been known for their high-flying, acrobatic moves in the wrestling ring, but in the bedroom, they were just as skilled and coordinated.

Matt's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her. Nick's hands roamed her body, teasing her nipples and making her moan even louder. The feeling of being completely filled by the two brothers was almost too much to handle, but you loved every second of it. Y/N felt like her body was floating as pleasure burned every nerve in her body. Her mind felt numb, the only thought that consumed it was the two brothers rearranging her insides. The pleasure was too much for Y/N to handle, and she felt her orgasm building rapidly. Matt and Nick could sense it too and they increased their pace, their thrusts becoming harder and faster. "Come for us, Y/N," Nick growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. And with that, Y/N exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, her body shaking and convulsing as she squirted all over Matt and Nick.

The brothers pulled out and began to stroke themselves off. Pulling herself to her knees swaying slightly from exhaustion she opened her mouth eagerly waiting for the two men to finish. The men moved their hands along their cocks faster, groaning, feeling their climaxes fastly approaching. “Oh fuck” and “Shit babygirl” rang through the room as the two brother’s painted the girl’s face and chest with their release. Nick then grabbed the camera pointing it at the girl as she dipped some of the cum onto her two fingers and sucked the substance off of them. "Mmm that's right, smile for the camera," he said, his voice dripping with desire. The girl grinned at the two men, “Round two in the shower?”

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midwestmade29 · 1 month

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Proposition 🫠

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

Word Count: 2,388 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @supakixbabe

Original request:

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you first started at AEW, several coworkers warned you to stay out of the path of the company’s hot head, Nicholas Jackson. His brother Matthew was similar in his devious ways, but Nicholas had a certain edge to him that Matthew didn’t. With each step he took towards you, your heart pounded harder and harder against your chest. When he finally stood before you, his voice was brash, and his agitation was evident when he spoke again, “I believe I asked you a question! So, you can talk to a fellow team member, but you won’t respond to your EVP? This is a punishable offense, Y/N!”

There was something about the way your name fell from his lips that almost put you in a trance. While you continued to stand in silence, your coworker casually stepped on your foot to snap you out of it! “Ouch!” you shouted a little too loudly, embarrassment instantly coating your cheeks. Nicholas’ icy blue eyes nearly burned a hole in you as he stared at you, making you turn a deeper shade of red. “I-I um mean, hello Mr. Jackson. I think there’s a little bit of a misunderstanding here, you see I had just walked up to ask-“ you tried to explain, but Nicholas cut you off mid-sentence.

“A misunderstanding, huh?” Nicholas scoffed. “First I catch you slacking off, then you refuse to answer me, and now you’re trying to correct your EVP!” At this point, Matthew had walked up when he heard the commotion and placed his hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “Sorry guys, my brother’s kind of a hot head! He just gets tired of the disrespect around here so he’s a little tense. We can continue this conversation in our office,” Matthew explained calmly. His grin he had plastered on his face was the complete opposite of the scowl that Nicholas had on his own, which only left your head spinning the longer all of you stood there. “That sounds like a great idea, Matthew. But this one can go back to work,” Nicholas pointed at your coworker and then directed his gaze back to you, “Y/N is the troublemaker here.”

You were instructed to close the door behind you after walking into the EVP’s office, Matthew motioned for you to sit in the chair in front of a large desk. Nicholas sat in the leather executive chair behind the desk while Matthew leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “Unless you can give me a good reason not to, you are hereby suspended from AEW without pay. You caught me in a generous mood, Y/N so I’ll keep your suspension at 1 week only,” Nicholas stated matter of factly. He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, his feet now propped up on the desk as he waited to hear what your rebuttal was.

This time it was your agitation that shined through when your words came out sharply, “Suspended for a week, without pay?! You’re joking, right? I didn’t even do anything! Maybe we should take this up with Tony since one of his EVPs seems to be on a power trip,” The second your last few words came out of your mouth, you instantly regretted them, but there was no going back on what you said now. Matthew was about to interject when his phone started ringing in his pocket, “Matthew Jackson, EVP. Ah, yes! I’ve been expecting your call. Please hold for a moment, would you? Thanks,” he spoke into the phone before covering the bottom half with his hand. “It’s the CEO of Duolingo, I gotta take this. Apparently, they’re impressed with my daily streak I have going, and they might want to strike up a sponsorship deal. I’ll catch up with you later, Nicholas! And good luck to you, Y/N,”

Your eyes watched as Matthew returned his focus on his phone call and walked out of the room. “So, now where were we?” Nicholas asked smugly. “You were about to suspend me for no reason, sir,” you replied, making sure to make your annoyance known. You could’ve sworn you saw the corner of Nicholas’ mouth twitch upwards, but you ignored it. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stroked his beard with his fingers, making you squirm in your chair slightly whenever his eyes met yours. When his voice finally broke the silence, it made you jump, “I have a proposition for you, Y/N. Care to hear it?” A dry laugh involuntarily escaped from you before you asked, “Do I even have a choice?”

Nicholas exuded confidence when he elaborated, “The proposition is that I’ll forget about the week of suspension without pay if you agree to let me fuck some manners into you,” You felt your muscles tighten deep in your lower half as your brain tried to process what the EVP had just said. “Ex-excuse me?” you asked nervously. Nicholas didn’t skip a beat as he further explained his idea, “It’s simple, really Y/N. For the next week, instead of sitting at home missing out on those beautiful green Benjamins, you’ll be at my beck and call whenever I need you. You’ll let me have my way with you whenever, and however I see fit, and maybe by the end of the week you’ll put some respect on my name and learn how to treat your superiors,”

“And if I don’t want this? What happens if I say no?” you questioned before swallowing hard. Nicholas stood slowly and placed his palms flat on the desk, leaning forward in your direction as his blue eyes peered up at you from underneath his fedorah. “I don’t think you’re going to decline my offer, Y/N. The way your eyes have darkened and the change in your breathing tells me all I need to know. Your body is giving you away, sweetheart,” He wasn’t wrong about the things his proposition was doing to you, you were just mad at yourself for making it so obvious how intrigued you were by everything. “Before I agree, answer one more question. Once I follow through with my end of the deal, at the end of the 7 days will things go back to normal with no more mentions of being suspended?”

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

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

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

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

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

The next couple of days were filled with multiple orgasms, but none that were your own. Nicholas was a greedy EVP, making sure his wants and needs were satisfied as he fucked your face leaving you a breathless mess on your knees by the time he was finished with you. The way his hand would wrap around your hair and control your pace and depth made your arousal course through every fiber of your being, the sight of him coming undone from your mouth alone made you feel like a goddess! His praises made you groan and hum in appreciation when they breathlessly fell from his lips, “I love the way you look when you’re on your knees. That’s good sweetheart, keep doing that,” The 2nd night after Nicholas left your hotel room, you took care of yourself while picturing him pleasuring you instead. You imagined his hands roaming freely all over your body, his head buried in between your legs while his tongue worked its magic, and the thought of him hovering above you as he fucked you did you in.

Day 3 went by with little contact from Nicholas until around 10pm when you got a FaceTime call from him. You greeted him pleasantly when his handsome face showed on your screen, but his hello wasn’t nearly as warm as yours. It was obvious that something had him stressed, but you knew better than to pry. Instead, you followed his instructions to strip for him and to start pleasuring yourself on the bed while he did the same on the other end of the call. “Jesus, Y/N! Look how sexy you are giving me my own private show. Tell me who you’re thinking about sweetheart. Tell me who you’re imagining pleasing you right now,” he practically begged as he continued to stroke himself. “You Nicholas! I-I’m thinking about you…”

Day 4 was the day when everything changed. You and Nicholas were having an argument during the free time you had in between your tasks at the arena. You explained to him that you were becoming frustrated with your arrangement and when you told him you wished he would’ve just suspended you instead, it struck a nerve inside of him. “You told me you were going to fuck some manners into me, but that’s yet to happen. I’m no different than I was 4 days ago! You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” you said exasperated. Nicholas lowered his voice and got mere inches away from your face when he replied just as frustrated as you, “You want me to fuck you, Y/N? Okay, let’s get the hell out of here and I’ll give you what you want,”

The ride back to the hotel was tense and filled with anticipation as you and Nicholas rode in the back of the chauffeured vehicle. The elevator ride up to his floor was agonizingly slow. Nicholas caught you off guard when he crashed his lips against yours once the door to his room was latched. Both of you tugged and pulled at each other’s clothes desperately, leaving each piece in a crumbled pile on the floor when they were finally removed. The feeling of his warm bare skin against your own felt incredible, it was something you didn’t realize how badly you needed it. The both of you toppled over onto the bed with your lips never parting, your tongues dancing together in a sweet rhythm. Nicholas’ hard length brushed up against your wet cunt each time he moved even the slightest bit causing you to whine, “Nicholas, please! I-I want you now!”

Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes as he inched himself inside of you, making that moment so much more intimate than it already was. Nicholas took his time with his first few movements so you could adjust to the stretching of your walls, and so you both could savor the feeling of your bodies uniting as one. There was a sweetness to Nicholas that wasn’t there before, a tenderness to him that his EVP position never let him show. You were taken back by his slow and steady pace and the way his hands cradled your head as he balanced himself on his forearms. “I th-thought you were going to fuck me, Nicholas?” you teased. He chuckled to himself as he hovered above you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before he teased you right back, “So, so needy, sweetheart! You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

In no time, the headboard was rocking and knocking against the wall, surely pissing off the guests on the other side of it. Your moans and whimpers were music to Nicholas’ ears, and he made sure to tell you so, “You make the sweetest noises, Y/N. I could listen to them all night!” You were moments away from your release, Nicholas not far behind as his movements became ragged and less controlled. “I want you to cum, Nicholas! Cum for me, I want everything you have,” you cried out when his hard length brushed against the sweet spot inside of you, ultimately bringing you to the most intense orgasm you ever had. Your body shuddered underneath him as wave upon wave of pleasure consumed you, leaving your mind nearly blank while you completely unraveled. “God, you’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Nicholas murmured against the shell of your ear.

He continued thrusting himself in and out of your sensitive cunt until he came just as hard as you did. You felt the warmth of his seed fill you and his hard length pulsate against your walls, his arms nearly failing at holding his weight off you from the force of his release. Once he was steady, he removed himself from you and rolled over on the bed next to you. The both of you laid together in comfortable silence until you stood up and offered your hand to Nicholas, “Come on, Mr. EVP. Let’s take a shower and wash off before we have to head back to the arena,” He squeezed your hand before letting it go gently and giving you a warm smile, “You go ahead and start the water, I’ll join you in a minute,”

You nodded and went on your way, leaving Nicholas alone sitting up on the bed, wondering if this proposition was really a good idea. “Maybe it would’ve been better if Y/N chose the suspension after all,” he thought to himself. “I don’t know how I’m going to let her go on day 7…”

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daddyhausen · 5 months

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

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

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

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

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

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

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

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

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

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

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

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

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

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

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

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

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

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

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

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

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

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

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

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

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

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

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

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

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

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

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

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

egging him on to fill you even more

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

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

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

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

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

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

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

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

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

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

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

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

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

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

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

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

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

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

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

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

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

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

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

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

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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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

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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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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 30 days

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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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The Hangman | Hangman A.P.

Summary: The Hangman is released from jail during the Wild West period.

Author's Note: Wild West Series maybe? Use of real names but this work is pure fiction!!

@theworldofotps your man has a happy ending for once.

@plentyoffandoms you started the Wild West thing. 😂😂

News of the Hangman's capture took the bustling western town by storm. Their great protector, their Robin Hood, was imprisoned. Men feared for the safety of their homes and families. Women openly wept wondering if their husbands and children would come home safe. The town needed its Hangman. They would do anything for his release.

To get him back, they would need a miracle. Hangman was targeted by one of the most powerful politicians in the West. Governor Khan was tired of the outlaws in Texas for financial reasons. People from the East were looking to move West for better opportunities. They were avoiding Texas because of the outlaw problem. For Texas to be all elite, the outlaws had to be gone. Khan searched all over until he found the perfect guy to eradicate Texas from all the outlaws.

Sheriff Danielson was known throughout Texas for being Governor Khan's viper. A man with humble beginnings he worked his way up to be the Governor's appointed sheriff. He went town by town sniffing out any man, woman, or child that went against Khan's vision. The unfortunate souls that crossed his path were given unfair trials and cruel punishments.

The Hangman knew of the Governor's plan and Sheriff Danielson's arrival. He was never one to show fear or back down. He continued actively helping his town until he was ambushed. Four men under the orders of their new sheriff jumped him one night when he left the saloon. Within minutes, the battered and bruised Hangman was behind bars.

The next morning, you went looking for the crooked sheriff. Not much was known about his appearance since he arrived the night before. The Hangman's friends, the Young Bucks, couldn't get a good look at him in the dark. They only remembered the man was of average height and build. The only distinct feature on him was that he wore an eye patch.

Guards blocked the entryway to the jail from any visitors for fear of someone assisting in the Hangman's escape. While passing through you heard them talking about Danielson's whereabouts. After all his travels, he decided to get new suits from the tailor shop. The Governor was planning on rewarding him heavily for capturing one of the deadliest outlaws in Texas.

The tailor shop was run by an old man who turned a blind eye to the unlawful activities that took place in town. He knew everyone yet stayed in his own business. With almost everyone fearing the new sheriff, it was no shock to find only the sheriff, two of his henchmen, and the tailor inside the shop. Now was the perfect time to demand the release of Adam Page.

"Miss L/N, a pleasure like always. Have you come for your father's suits?" the old tailor asked. The Sheriff turned his attention to you. His eyes looked you up and down. He hadn't seen a pretty little thing like you since he left Austin. The women in these towns looked rough yet you were the perfect little desert flower.

"I have come to ask Sheriff Danielson to release a nobleman. Release the Hangman Adam Page," you demanded. Sheriff Danielson looked at the two men beside him and laughed. A pity the woman in front of him fell for such a ruffian. No matter, he reasoned, every flower has its thorns. He would be sure to clip them.

"And on what grounds would I do that, miss L/N?" He asked while inspecting his reflection in the mirror. The tailor did a fine job given the circumstances of being away from civilization. Maybe he would take him back to Austin with him. Governor Khan did love a good tailor.

"He did nothing wrong. You jumped an innocent man outside in the dead of night," You accused. Your index finger pointed at him. He flinched as if you were pointing a gun at him. His henchmen moved as if ready to intervene. Danielson waved his hands at his men. No woman could bring him down.

"Innocent? I daresay attacking my men while they were doing their duties assigned by the great Governor of Texas was far from innocent," he spoke.

"We were warned about you from the other towns you have destroyed. We aren't like them. We will fight for the Hangman's release," you threatened. His face turned from joy to anger. The women in these towns needed to be taught a lesson. They were too free-spirited.

When Danielson didn't respond you took that as your sign to leave. You turned on your heel ready to leave the shop and find the Young Bucks. They had been watching the jail all day. Surely they must have a plan by now. Someone suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to face them. You yelped in shock. A rough hand grabbed your cheeks. Your eyes met the sheriff and he didn't look pleased.

"Consider this my first and final warning Miss L/N. The Hangman will be gone by tomorrow morning to Austin to pay the Governor a little visit if he even makes it that far. Should you or any of the other lowly fleas here feel the need to interrupt Governor's business you will have a date with the gallows,"

He noted the slight fear in your eyes as the color left your cheeks. His face lit up at your fear and worry. He released your cheeks with a quick shove and motioned for you to run along. You shot one last glare at him before leaving. Your stomach tied itself in knots at his threat.

Governor Khan was known to listen to Danielson over anyone else. He made rash decisions by allowing his confidant to get in his head. Many times on the way to Austin, Danielson's prisoners didn't make it. He insisted they were attacked but only the prisoners were missing and nothing else was harmed or stolen. You ran from the tailor to find the Bucks.

👢

Sheriff Danielson walked inside the jail in his new suit. He whistled a happy little tune as he made his way towards his desk. His hat was placed on a hook. The jovial man sat down in his chair and placed his feet on the desk. His light eyes looked at the man in the cell before him.

The Hangman sat on the bench looking like a miserable sight. Shackles clung to his wrists and ankles. His head lowered but a black eye and dried blood down his nose was a souvenir of the scuffle that took place last night. Based on his heavy breathing, the sheriff figured he also took some damage to the ribs.

"You know I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight. The infamous Hangman resigning to his fate is rather boring," Sheriff Danielson announced to the wounded Hangman. Adam didn't move. His mind running to figure out an escape plan to get back to her. The girl he had fallen in love with when they were kids. "We could have been friends, you know. We certainly have a similar taste for the ... finer things in life,"

"I got nothing in common with a rat," Hangman spoke yet still watched the ground.

"But that isn't the whole truth, is it? I met quite the lovely little lass today, Miss L/N. Poor little thing is so worried about you,"

The Hangman's head lifted immediately. Their eyes locked on each other. "Don't you dare do anything to her,"

"She came to me, Hangman, at the tailor shop," he informed him. He stood up from his chair and walked towards the cell bars. His arms rested comfortably between the gaps. "I think she liked what she saw. A knight in shining armor to free her from this horrid place. Maybe I will take her to Austin with me. She would make a fine wife. Your head on a silver platter would be the perfect wedding gift. Wouldn't you agree?"

The Hangman lurched forward but he was stopped by his bounds. "She would never marry a man like you,"

"She may not have a choice," he sneered. "I always get what I want,"

"I'll tell you one thing, sheriff. Before you leave this town you will learn why they call me the Hangman,"

"Gentlemen, I do believe that was a threat. Why don't we give the Hangman the Austin treatment?"

Adam tensed as the men entered his cell. He struggled against his restraints to try and fight them off. They easily overtook him once more.

👢

"Is that the only plan we got?" Nick asked looking between his older brother, Matt, and you. "Burn down a building and use the distraction to free Adam?"

The idea wasn't your favorite. After hours of thinking, this was the only plan that didn't involve running into the jail and being shot dead immediately.

"I don't have any other ideas. It is already nighttime. We only have a few more hours before they transport him to Austin. Use some wood, hay if you have to, anything to get the sheriff's men away from that jail. Matt and I will get in and free him. We will meet when we have Adam,"

Nick nodded in understanding and left. There was not much time to spare if their plan was going to work. Matt placed a hand on your shoulder.

"We'll get him out you know," he assured you. "You have my word I will die fighting,"

You pursed your lips and nodded. "I know,"

👢

The fire started by Nick lit the small town in an orange-and-yellow glow. The townspeople went to investigate the fire after seeing the colors and smelling the smoke. Rumors swirled on who could have possibly started the fire. The chaos allowed Nick to sneak away without any incident.

As expected, the sheriff's men left their post and ran to make any arrests necessary for the arson. The jail was now left for anyone to come in or out. Matt muttered how he was shocked the plan worked. He handed you a pistol. You hesitantly took the weapon in your hands.

"Be on the lookout. I will have to be quick. I don't know how much time we have," he whispered urgently eyeing the fire. The fire didn't light as much as the plan detailed. Matt started to calculate the time in his head. "Give a whistle if they come back. I don't expect Adam will be of much help in a fight right now,"

Matt left you outside the jail. You heard the door open and close from the alleyway next to the jail. Time ticked away slowly. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. Worry started to settle in. We were too late, you thought to yourself, the Hangman is gone.

"I thought I told you to stay away," the sheriff's voice called out behind you. You turned around to see him. The whites of his eyes stared into yours. A pistol pressed into your stomach. "Drop the weapon and place your hands behind your back,"

The pistol dropped to the floor with a loud thud. He kicked the weapon away from your reach. You placed your hands behind your back. He turned you around roughly and tied your wrists together.

"Looks like I found the little lady that caused the fire. A shame you won't be seeing the Hangman off. I will make sure he sees you one last time as you swing from the gallows,"

"You have no proof that I caused the fire. You will never get away with this," you threatened. He spun you around to face him. His pistol cocked and pressed against your jaw. He suddenly came to a realization and shoved you to the ground. "What was I thinking? I don't want to get blood on my new suit,"

The sheriff pointed the pistol towards you. You used your feet to dig into the sand to scoot away. It was no use. The sheriff had you right where he wanted you. You closed your eyes and tensed accepting your fate. A gagging sound caused you to open your eyes.

A rope suddenly wrapped around the sheriff's neck. The rope tightened around the sheriff's neck. A pull of the rope caused the man to fall backward. Adam pulled the rope closer to him. The sheriff looked up in fear at the Hangman.

"As promised, sir, you gonna learn why they call me the Hangman,"

#fanfiction #imagine #aew #adam page x you #adam page x reader #hangman adam page #hangman adam page x reader #hangman page #young bucks #adam page x y/n #bryan danielson #tony khan

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darbyallinsskateboard · 10 months

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Poly! Elite x wrestler reader?

Please I love anything poly elite

Elite's Princess (Poly! Elite x Feminine! Wrestler! Reader)

Warnings : Age Gaps (Reader is 25)

Ever since you were a child you had always loved wrestling, even leading up into your teenage years it was always a passion for you, when you were just 16 you started training, getting into NJPW at the age of 20, you encountered people you looked up to as a kid and that was definitely the highlight of your career.

All of that had led you up to this moment, you fasten the laces of your wrestling boots and tie them up in a neat little bow, you stood up and checked yourself out in the mirror, straightening your puffy skirt out and fixing up the frills on your gloves (The outfit would be something like Mizuki's).

Tonight you had your first championship match since joining the AEW, you had a match against Toni Storm and you were hellbent on taking the title off of her, as I'm straightening my long entrance robe out(Like Charlotte Flair), a swift knock on the door of your locker room door caught your attention and you walk over to the door "Who is it?" you question.

"Guess" you squealed and flung the door open "Kenny!" you pulled him down into a hug and looked past him to see the rest of the elite, you smile widely at them and let go of Kenny "Hey! what are you guys doing here?" "come to congratulate you! not every day someone gets a title shot angel face" Nick spoke up as the boys all came into the room "Thanks! I can't wait till I have the championship gold around my waist!"

"Look at the princess, all suited up" said Adam as he stepped over and stared at your robe, picking it up "Arm's up princess, want to see how you look in this" you follow his demand and he slips it onto you, the boys all stare and nod "You look too good to lose princess, now let's get you out there" you nod and make your way to the guerilla with the boys, waiting for your queue "And her Challenger hailing from (Wherever)! The Princess Of The Elite! (Y/R/N)!" your music suddenly starts up and you sashay your way out, doing little spins in your coat to show the fluff and frill.

The match was going as planned, the crowd was roaring and the cheers were getting louder, until the outcasts came out to ringside to 'spectate' it all went downhill, while Saraya distracted the referee Ruby handed Toni the title and she smashed me across the face with it, I was bent halfway in the ring and Toni ran over, hooking my head between her legs, and hitting me with a storm zero, I felt the air knocked out of my lungs as I struggled to keep my breath, Toni scurries over and pins me, but mid 2 count the lights go out and the ref has to stop the count.

You managed to get up and watched as the titan Tron managed to light up the arena, in a blue shine, your theme was playing as you saw four figures step out from behind the guerilla, it seemed to have all of the outcasts attention as Toni stepped towards the ropes opposite to me "turn around bitch!" I yelled and sprint towards her, hitting her with a V-trigger and watching as she collapses onto the ground, I watch as the Elite start making their way down the ramp but the outcasts block them.

I run to the other end of the ropes and flip over them, taking both Saraya and Ruby out, I look back and Toni got back up so I get myself back up onto the apron and spring board flip over, hitting her with a buckshot lariat, I lay over her as the ref starts counting "1....2.....3!" I scream as I crawl off of Toni, holding my head in shock, then slipping out of the ring, ripping my title from the table and lifting it up.

I back up into the elite with my title raised "I cant believe this! The Elite's Princess actually won the title!" came from the announcers desk, you didn't care who it was, you just cared you were a champion in the arms of your lovers as you made your way backstage.

I had sat down on my couch and immediately got pounced on by all the boys, I giggle as they all hug me "Our little champion, you did so good out there princess" you smile at Adam and peck his cheek "Thanks" all the boys were proud of you and all showed it in their own way, peppering kisses anywhere they could on your skin as they cuddled you into the couch.

"Now we should go out to dinner to celebrate then?" Kenny asks and I immediately smile widely "I CALL SHOTGUN!" everyone in the room laughs, and I couldn't be happier in this moment then with my boys

A/N I hope you like this because I had fun with this

#aew x reader #aew #aew fanfiction #the elite #the elite x reader #adam page #adam page x reader #nick jackson #nick jackson x reader #matt jackson #matt jackson x reader #young bucks #young bucks x reader

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debbiechanclub · 2 years

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Murky Waters, Part 1

Pairings: David Finlay x OFC & Jay White x OFC Synopsis: Six friends set out for a weekend getaway at a secluded―and allegedly haunted―mountain lake house. But should they be more afraid of the living than the dead? Part: 1/7 Word count: 2.9k Warnings: Language; alcohol use; mentions of cheating, m*rder, and s*icide. This fic is rated E, fam!

Masterlist.

No one asked for this, but I’m posting anyway. One (1) David Finlay has inspired me to revive and finally finish this fic more than a year after I started it. And it’s close enough to spooky season, so here we go! Enjoy :)

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“Are you seriously still packing? They’re gonna be here any minute!”

Chloe let out an exasperated sigh as Alyssa walked through her open bedroom door. She was notorious for waiting until the last minute to pack, and even though she’d done exactly that, she was, for the most part, ready to head to the lake for the weekend. She just needed one more thing.

“No, I’m just thinking way too much about which swimsuit to bring.”

“Oh?” Alyssa’s face lit up in delight. “Why’s that? Trying to look good for someone?”

Chloe shot her a look. “Don’t,” she muttered. It only made her friend grin wider.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with admitting that you might just be the littlest bit interested in David, Chlo.”

Chloe didn’t dignify her with a response. For the last two weeks, Alyssa had been finding more and more ways to casually work, “Jay’s friend David”—and later, just “David”—into every other conversation, and the reason why was obvious: she was trying to set Chloe up with him. And while Chloe had been completely opposed to the idea at first, curiosity had finally driven her to do a little late-night social media stalking, with the result that maybe she was just the littlest bit interested in David.

But she was still more wary than not. “I don’t know. This whole situation is just awkward.”

Alyssa’s brow furrowed. “What’s awkward about it? We’re just going to the lake with our friends.”

“No, you’re just going to the lake with our friends. I’m going to the lake with my now ex-boyfriend’s brother. It’s not exactly the best environment for a rebound.”

When Chloe and Matt had broken up, she’d initially backed out of the lake trip; the last thing she wanted was to spend a weekend in close quarters in the middle of nowhere with an ex who had cheated on her. But then Matt’s guilty conscience had led him to back out instead, and so, with some coaxing from Alyssa, Chloe had agreed to go again. Then, Alyssa’s boyfriend Jay had invited his old friend David to come along, and Alyssa’s not-so-subtle hints that Chloe should hook up with him soon followed. But even though Matt wasn’t going anymore, his younger brother Nick still was—and Chloe knew he’d report back on her. It just made the whole thing messy, no matter how interested in anyone she might be.

But Alyssa seemed entirely unconcerned with the dynamics of the situation. “Okay, first of all, Nick was your friend before his stupid brother was ever your boyfriend, and he knows Matt fucked up. And second of all, let Matt find out that you’re getting some good dick this weekend! It serves him right for cheating on you.”

Chloe let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Jesus, Lyss.”

“Well!” she proclaimed. “Rebound aside, I actually think you’ll like David, Chlo! He’s good-looking, and funny, and thoughtful, and way better than—”

“Talking about me?”

Jay suddenly appeared in the doorway, a crooked smirk on his lips.

“No,” Alyssa returned. “We’re talking about David.”

“Oh, yeah?” The sides of Jay’s eyes crinkled with his smile as he looked at Chloe. “He’s excited to meet you, you know.”

Heat rushed to Chloe’s cheeks. She hoped neither of them noticed.

“Hey, you know him better than me,” Alyssa started. “Chloe’s trying to pick out a swimsuit that he’ll want to rip off of her.”

“Oh my God.” Chloe awkwardly curled her lips into her mouth and her cheeks burned hotter. It didn’t help when Jay looked over the assortment of bikini tops and bottoms spread out over her bed with far too much concentration on his face. He stroked his beard in thought.

“Definitely the red,” he determined. “You look good in red.”

Chloe eyebrows arched. “Oh, have you noticed?”

“Of course he has,” Alyssa answered with a good-natured grin. It elicited another smirk from Jay.

“You know, if you and David don’t work out, we could make a threesome happen this weekend.”

“Ugh, get out.”

Alyssa shoved him out of the room. “It’s just a suggestion!” he laughed as he went back down the hall. Jay was a huge flirt, but it didn’t faze Alyssa—she was far too confident in herself and their relationship for that. Chloe admired that about them, even more so now that her own trust had been completely broken.

“He’s a moron, but he’s right,” Alyssa said, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Bring the red one. But bring the black bottoms and snake print top, too. A girl needs options.”

HONK-HONK-HONNNNK!

A car horn suddenly blared from outside. “That’ll be Nick and Juice,” Alyssa said as she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. Chloe joined her in peering out into the driveway. Sure enough, Nick’s giant gray Toyota 4Runner had pulled up in front of the house. Juice popped out of the open sunroof.

“LET’S GO, BITCHES! IT’S LAKE WEEKEND!”

Anxiety suddenly tightened Chloe’s chest. “This is gonna be fucking awkward,” she breathed.

“It won’t,” Alyssa assured her. “And I’m pretty sure that’s David pulling up now…”

A black Jeep Wrangler pulled into the driveway behind Nick’s 4Runner. Chloe watched in silent interest as the driver parked and got out. He wore sunglasses and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, the near-sleeve of colorful tattoos on his right arm on full display. His sandy hair was pulled up into a bun atop his head, and he had a nice smile and a well-groomed beard. A nervous knot formed in Chloe’s stomach. He was definitely her type.

“He is cute,” she admitted.

“See?” Alyssa grinned. “You’re totally at least gonna make out with him.”

“Get out,” Chloe bluntly returned, and Alyssa laughed as she went out the door, just as Jay had a few minutes before.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chloe made sure to pack the swimsuits Alyssa had suggested before she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and joined the others outside. Unsurprisingly, Jay didn’t waste any time introducing her to David.

“Oh, David, this my friend Chloe,” he said as she walked over. “Chloe, this is David.”

She nervously bit the inside of her lip as she looked up at him. He offered her a crooked, boyish grin that reached toward kind blue eyes. He had a lip ring that she hadn’t noticed in any of his pictures she’d looked at the night before. It suited him.

“Hey. So I guess these two expect us to hook up this weekend,” he commented with a nod at Jay and Alyssa.

Chloe’s lips curled into a smile. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but she was glad he did. It was certainly one way to break the ice.

“Oh, so you got that feeling too?”

“We don’t expect you to hook up,” Alyssa professed with a roll of her eyes.

“Yes we do,” Jay countered.

Chloe feigned confusion. “But I thought you wanted to have a threesome?”

“What?” Nick sputtered as he and Juice joined them—but David talked over him.

“With us?” he asked, pointing between himself and Chloe. “I’m flattered, man, but I’m not into you like that.”

Chloe bit back a laugh. She could already see why David and Jay were friends. The two of them would be trouble this weekend.

She might be in trouble, too.

“Whatever. You couldn’t handle me, anyway,” Jay returned.

“Oh my God,” Alyssa breathed.

“And on that note,” Juice interjected, “I need to use the little boys’ room before we hit the road.”

He pushed past them and walked toward the house. Nick looked around at them.

“What’s this about a threesome?”

Jay just smirked and smacked his shoulder. “Come help me get the supplies.”

They followed after Juice. David glanced back at Chloe as he turned to go with them. “It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled. Her stomach did a little flip.

“You too,” she returned.

They disappeared into the house. Chloe could see Alyssa grinning at her out of the corner of her eye. “You two are totally gonna—”

“Stop!” Chloe cut her off.

But she couldn’t stop the smirk that crept its way onto her face.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was just over a two-hour drive to the lake house, and a little more than halfway through Chloe was feeling carsick. She and Alyssa had been the unlucky ones to get stuck in the cramped third row of the 4Runner (“David and I are taller, so we should get the middle row,” Jay had argued), and they’d long left the city roads for a winding two-lane route through the mountains. All the ups and downs and twists and turns were making Chloe’s stomach drop and ears pop—and Nick’s driving didn’t help.

“Jesus, Nick, don’t go over the edge,” Alyssa commented with a wary look out the window. Nothing more than a short guardrail protected them from the drop into the valley below.

“Relax,” Nick returned as he cut around another corner. “I’ve driven this a hundred times.”

“Well, let’s not make this the last time,” she muttered.

“So, you go to Sharp Rock a lot?” David asked. Nick nodded.

“Yeah; we used to go every summer when my brother and I were kids. Actually, Matt and I are thinking about buying the cabin we’re staying at this weekend. The owner is pretty eager to unload it so she’s selling it for cheap.”

“Really?” Jay asked. “How come?”

Nick laughed. “Because it’s apparently haunted.”

“What?” Chloe and Alyssa simultaneously proclaimed. “I’m sorry, did you just say it’s haunted?” Alyssa added.

“Apparently,” Juice corrected.

“Haunted by what?” David curiously asked.

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

“What?” Jay laughed. “Okay, you can’t just leave it at that.”

“Well, I don’t know all the details,” Nick started. “But the story is that back in the ‘60s this newlywed couple was on their honeymoon at this cabin, and on the first night there, the husband admitted to cheating on the wife and knocking up some other woman. So, she went off the handle and killed him, and then drowned herself in the lake. According to local legend, her ghost haunts the lake and drowns guys who’ve been unfaithful who dare to go swimming after sunset.”

There was a beat of heavy silence—and then Jay barked out another laugh. “What? Well, I guess it’s a good thing Matt didn’t come, then.”

Alyssa reached over the back of the seat to smack his head. “Really?”

“He’s not wrong!” Juice piped in. Chloe shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“So, we’re spending the weekend in a murder-suicide cabin,” she breathed. “Great.”

Jay turned around to give her a teasing smirk. “You scared?”

“Don’t be a dick,” David said. It made butterflies teem in Chloe’s stomach again.

“Oh, come on,” Jay dismissed. “There’s no White Lady haunting the cabin.”

“Well, if the owner wants to get rid of it so bad there’s gotta be something to it,” Alyssa pointed out.

“She probably just doesn’t want to own a murder-suicide cabin,” Juice reasoned.

“But Nick and Matt do,” Jay remarked with a grin.

“Hell yeah, we do!” Nick confirmed. “We’d make a pretty penny renting this place out on AirBnB. I’m not above cashing in on the sordid past, either. Dark tourism is a thing.”

David laughed wryly underneath his breath. “Nice.”

The conversation was left at that as a gas station appeared around a bend in the road; it was the first sign of humanity they’d seen in miles. Nick slowed down and pulled up next to a pump.

“I’m gonna fill up,” he said. “If you need to use the bathroom, do it now, because this is the last stop until the lake.”

He cut the ignition, and everyone unbuckled and piled out of the SUV, if only to stretch their cramped legs. But the unease in Chloe’s stomach didn’t quell as she took in the gas station. It had clearly been there for decades, the name painted on the side of the building long faded by weather and time. She realized with some curiosity that there weren’t any other cars in sight. It looked like they were the only ones there.

“Are they even open?” Alyssa asked with a questioning look at the convenience store.

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” Chloe said. She gave an uncomfortable laugh. “It feels like this trip has suddenly taken an unsettling turn.”

“Right?” David agreed. “I would’ve liked to have known beforehand that we’re staying in a murder-suicide cabin.”

“Seriously,” Chloe breathed.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

She looked thoughtfully up. “I think so. I don’t want to be proven right, though.” They found the gum by the register, and she grabbed a pack of peppermint. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

David shrugged and reached for a pack of spearmint. “Undecided. Maybe that’ll change this weekend,” he said. It made her arch a curious brow.

“Would the man-hating White Lady have a reason to drown you?”

“What?” he balked, put on the spot. “Oh—no. No. I’ve actually been cheated on, so. I know how that feels.”

There was empathy in his eyes. Chloe looked down at the pack of gum in her hands. “So, I guess Jay told you what happened with me and Matt?”

David nodded. “Yeah. But we can just leave it at that. It’s not any of my business.”

“No, it’s alright,” she returned. “Actually, I don’t know anyone else who’s been cheated on, so it’s kind of nice having someone who can relate?”

He smirked. “Well, it sucks that I can relate.”

“Well, yeah,” Chloe returned with an awkward laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I’m glad you got cheated on.”

“No, I get it,” he assured. “It is nice having someone who can relate.”

He smiled, genuine in the sentiment, and Chloe noticed she felt a bit lighter. She’d only known David a matter of hours, and it already felt like she could trust him more than she ever had Matt.

“Hello!”

She jumped and grabbed David’s arm. A middle-aged woman had suddenly appeared behind the register, her face tanned and leathery from too many years spent out in the sun. Chloe let out a breath and let go. She felt silly for getting scared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” the woman apologized. Her voice was raspy and rough, like she’d smoked a pack a day for the last decade. She fit the part of rural gas station attendant a little too well.

“No, you’re fine,” Chloe breathed. Her heart rate was still returning to normal. “We were just talking about ghosts, so I was already a little on-edge.”

“Ah,” the woman returned. “Well, we have quite a few of those around here.”

“Yeah?” David asked as they both put their gum on the counter. “We just heard this awful story about the cabin we’re staying at up at Sharp Rock Lake.”

“Mm,” the woman hummed in understanding. “So, you’re staying at Clara’s cabin.”

A chill shot up Chloe’s spine. It was a statement, not a question. “Clara?” she hesitantly asked.

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

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

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

But her reaction was anything but. “It’s not a joke, what happened in that cabin,” she bit. “You’re not more of those paranormal investigators going up there to provoke her, are you? The dead should be left to rest.”

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

The woman eyed him for a few seconds longer. “Good,” she rasped. “See to it it stays that way. It won’t do to go pissing Clara off.”

The hair stood up on the back of Chloe’s neck. She wanted to leave. David could sense it.

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

“Oh, and don’t be too loud. Clara doesn’t like it when it gets too loud.”

Chloe’s stomach dropped. She looked up at David in horrified confusion, but he still didn’t seem fazed by it. He clearly thought the woman was off her rocker.

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

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