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love wrasslin and writing and am an anxious mess all the time. bi/pan, she/her | i feel like i connect with Kazuchika Okada on a spiritual level... icecream, giggling, dork? it me

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like of all the things you could flag on MY page, as a smut/angst fanfiction writer, as inappropriate.... this is the ONLY thing???? i am disappointed in u

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Literally anything with the rainmaker, i love him so much

i mean, you said anything, so i give you something, at least? 

title: Good Enoughwarnings: dubcon, kinda? 

When Tess promises her brother not to get into too muchtrouble, she knows that he doesn’t entirely believe her. She wouldn’t either,considering her track record, but she likes to think that she at least has somestandards.

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Literally anything with the rainmaker, i love him so much

i mean, you said anything, so i give you something, at least? 

title: Good Enoughwarnings: dubcon, kinda? 

When Tess promises her brother not to get into too muchtrouble, she knows that he doesn’t entirely believe her. She wouldn’t either,considering her track record, but she likes to think that she at least has somestandards.

It’s not her fault when Kenny Omega walks through that door,boasting a new title and an even bigger grin. It grinds her gears more than shecares to admit. Sure, he deserves it, and sure, she guesses that he’s overcomethe odds, reunited with his lover (or whatever they are), and put gold in theBullet Club split. Sure, he’s a good person, and a great friend to some. But toTess? He’s a fucking douchebag.

His eyes glint in a certain way when he sees her, and hemoves through all his friends before stopping in front of her. He glances atTess, then at his title, and then back at her. “Guess your brother can’tsteal this, can he?”

Tess’s nostrils flare. “Nice joke, should use it onsomeone who’ll laugh.”

But she keeps her promise to her brother and stays out oftrouble. She shuffles out of the New Japan gathering, smiling at the man who’sbrought her along as a plus-one, and walks through the corridors of an emptyarena. She’s only in Japan for a couple more weeks– she’s finishing a long anddrawn out Graduate program by completing an elective of Japanese, and jumped atthe opportunity to study abroad.

Her brother, being her brother, wasted no time inintroducing her to a bunch of his wrestling friends, and then let the resthappen organically. It was only fitting that one of her closest friends inJapan became Kenny Omega, someone who could help coach her through the languageas well as the culture.

They were good as gold until… well, they weren’t.

Tess is lost in thinking about how it all went wrong untilshe catches sight of a someone else in this hallway. Her eyebrow raises whenshe realises who it is.

It’s ironic, she thinks, that they’re both here, having beendone wrong by the one man who is being celebrated without them. Of coursethat’s a little dramatic, and Tess realises as such, but she doesn’tparticularly care to correct her train of thought.

She stops a couple of steps away from him and leans againstthe wall, waiting until his attention is on her; there’s no way he couldn’thave heard her coming. “You look lonely.”

He stares at her for a moment longer before dropping hisgaze back to the floor.

Kazuchika Okada is a shell of the enigma he was yesterday.Tess understands every part of it, even if she’s never talked to the man.“Must be nice not having to force a smile though. You can just sit outhere and grieve in silence.”

Tess doesn’t expect him to reply, and so she continues totalk even when her eyes gaze the length of the corridor. “It’s funny howthings work out. He always knows how to ruin good things, even though he’s gotgood intentions. Can’t blame him for wanting more.”

“You speak good Japanese,” Kazuchika finally says,cutting her off mid-thought. “But if Kenny doesn’t want you, why wouldI?”

It should hurt more, Tess thinks, but she’s already sobitter about everything else that it doesn’t. She levels the former championwith a glare. “Bold of you to assume I’m offering.”

His smirk is humourless. “I wouldn’t ask.”

He’s attractive; cheekbones carved effortlessly into hisface, strong jaw, strong eyes. Wide smile. His blonde hair is pushed back offhis face, but she can imagine the sex appeal when it’s hanging across hisforehead. She knows if she runs her hand across the back of his head, thatstubbly sensation of freshly cut hair will have her transfixed for hours, andshe doesn’t need to know him to know he’d like it. He’s tall, too, imposing andpowerful, even if he tries to pull off that dorky front.

There’s no dorky front here.

Kazuchika meets her gaze head on, eyes unwavering, and there’sno mistaking how heavy the tension that settles between them really is.

“You wouldn’t ask?” Tess finally says.

“I don’t want your company,” Kazuchika replies, standing toall his height, “but your body, on the other hand… I’m not as foolish as Omega,Tess-chan.”

Kazuchika closes the gap between them so quickly that she reactspurely on instinct—her hands plant firmly in the centre of his chest and stophim just short of her body, and she’s mostly surprised with her reaction whenKazu surprises her even more. He grabs her hands and drags them up to hismouth, runs her knuckles across his full lips, and Tess is absolutely captivatedby the walking contradiction Kazuchika Okada is.

“I don’t need to ask.”

His voice is low, deep from the back of his throat, and thenhe drops her hands and presses his fingers into her neck, thumbs tilting herjaw up, and very gently kisses her. Tess returns it just as softly. When her hoodedeyes focus on his, and when she sees how blown his pupils are, how flushed hischeeks are, her toes curl.

The second time he kisses her, Kazuchika surprises her oncemore.

He’s hungry and dominant and overpowering, pushing histongue past her lips and her body against the closest wall. The taste of redwine is intoxicating and making her head spin, and his hands are so large theyalmost span the entirety of her ribcage. He holds her tightly and Tess feels a different kind of small then—fragile and vulnerable and at the mercy ofsomeone who doesn’t care for her.

Tess tries to pull back, but the new angle has Kazuchika chasingher and pushing her into the wall even further.

Something about his moves is desperate. Tess knows thatclaiming her in a way Omega hasn’t will mean that he’ll have something Kennynever will. But something else lays just beneath the surface—Kazuchika isseeping with need and longing and it’s almost as if he needs to prove himself.To himself, to her. To Kenny.

Again, Tess tries to push against his chest to just talk to him, but Kazuchika locks hismouth on her neck and she’s as good as gone.

It’s like her eyes roll back into her head and her body goesslack. Kazu’s arms snake around her body, one hand tight around her waist and theother twisting in her hair and pulling, giving him even more access than he alreadyhad.

Tess grips at his shoulders tightly, whining softly in hisear. His teeth are pulling at her skin but just as quickly being replaced by histongue, and he’s doing it over and over again and, in the process, bending hercompletely to his will.

Tess gazes up at the roof through half-lidded eyes and seessomething shift out the corner of her eye.

Kazuchika doesn’t stop—he pushes his hips against hers andthen lifts her leg around his waist, but Tess is too busy staring down the hallwayto grind back.

Kenny, with the championship around his shoulder, has slowedto a stop. He’s staring at them, face unreadable, and in a split decision, Tessmakes a choice that seals their fate.

She flings both arms around Kazuchika’s neck and tangles herfingers through the waxed hair on top of his head. The length of her body curlsup into him, lips pressing against his in an open-mouthed kiss, and it isn’tsensual in the slightest, but full of anger and burning desire and a desperationthey both seem to share.

Kazuchika is desperate in his search for being better than goodenough. Tess is desperate for Kenny to see this. She wants him to see her, like this, finding release througha man that isn’t him. Tess is desperate for release of his hold on her. Kazuchikais willing to give that to her.

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I love your writings so much. Spent the last day or so reading them. Looking forward to more!

thank you so much!! nothing tonight bc of prior commitments but i’ll hopefully get something out tomorrow night! 😁

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Could you please do Evil. I woke from another nightmare and the first thing I felt was the warmth and security of Evil's body wrapping around me.

note: I don’t like writing from first person POV so I changed this just a little. general mood is still the same, but just with reader insert :)))) hope you enjoy!! 

title: Safewarnings: smuttw: sleep paralysis, anxiety & panic induced state, 

The nightmare is intense. A body is hovering over you, fingerspulling the very soul from your body, and you need to force yourself to wakeup. You lurch upright from the bed with a loud gasp and fling yourself onto thewooden floor before you realise you’re moving. Sharp pain erupts from yourwrist up to your elbow, and even though you’re hyperaware of your heartbeat,you begin to calm down.

 From the ground, hunched over and on the verge of a panicattack, you find yourself checking the room.

It was a nightmare.

 It was just a nightmare.

Tears well in your eyes, hot and angry, and you clutch yourwrist loosely as you fall against the wall next to you. Rage burns too heavy inyour chest. It weighs you down, stops the oncoming panic attack, and instead ofregulating your breathing like you know you should, you punch the wall withyour bad hand.

It’s a stupid mistake – your gasp of pain echoes in theroom, and a noise of confusion sounds from the bed.

For a moment your heart stops. Then, you remember that youlet Evil stay tonight. That’s a mistake too, you realise, because you don’tknow how to explain any of this to him.

“Y/N?”

“I’m—I’m okay,” you manage to rush out, but it doesn’tmatter how quick you say it; Evil still hears the shake in your voice.

In the pitch black of the room you see him prop up onto hiselbow, face turning in your direction. “Are you on the floor?”

“Yeah,” you murmur back. “I just fell off the bed, gavemyself a bit of a fright. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…”

It’s not the first time something like this has happened,but you can count the number of occasions on one hand, and this is the firsttime it’s ever happened with somebody else in the room. Something about yourbrain, something about the way it works or the way it doesn’t work, leaves you perceptibleto sleep paralysis. The entire thing reeks of your vulnerability and you don’tknow how to act now that someone’s been with you while it’s happened.

You crawl back into the bed, ashamed and embarrassed, andEvil curls his arms around your waist and pull you in tight against his chest.

It feels warm. Safe. Something that you haven’t let yourselffeel in such a long time.

Your entire body aches in the morning when you wake. There’sa peaceful moment where the security of Evil’s large presence soothes everyfrazzled nerve in your soul, and you drag a hand down your face when flashes ofit hit you like a punch to the gut.

God, you haven’t had an episode as bad as this one for months.

It lingers against your skin and you let go of a gentle sighbefore you turn to face Evil. Maybe it was a good thing that you let him staythe night…

You press your lips against his muscled shoulder and gaze upat his sleepy face with heated eyes. He’s still fast asleep, snoring softly,and you shift your hips against the side of his body.

“Evil,” you breathe lowly, “baby…”

You grind up into his side again and drag a hand down overhis briefs, softly groping the growing erection. He groans a little and lifts ahand to rub at his face, and then peeks an eye open to stare at you.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, breath still slow and heavy.

“Morning,” you whisper back, lifting onto your elbow to pressa tantalising kiss against his lips.

You push yourself up further to kiss along his stubbled jaw,but his arms snake around your hips and he shifts you on top of him, messy hairtoppling over your shoulders. Light sneaking through a crack in the curtainscatches a few strands, igniting them golden. Evil lifts a hand to tuck thembehind your ear.

“Fuck me,” Evil commands, staring at you with those eyes thatcurl your toes.

You kiss him again, slow and lazy and sensual, biting at histongue and lip until Evil is hard and full against your thigh. Your barebreasts push against the soft skin of his chest, and Evil sighs into your mouthas you roll your hips into him.

Calloused hands move to grip your ribs, rough thumbsbrushing along the curve of your chest as you arch into his touch.

He moans as you bite down on his lip again and then he flipsyou, rushing the breath from your lungs in a quick movement of limbs andexploring hands. Quickly, Evil situates a pillow under your hips, knows thatyou experience a better orgasm with the angled position, and you can feel yourtoes curling in anticipation of what’s to come.

Evil’s mouth presses against yours in an open-mouthed,gasping kiss.

Your bodies move together in a haze of pleasure, your hips rockingup into his brief clad crotch, and Evil is nothing but sin on top of you.

Both of your underwear are gone quickly and with a confidentand leisurely thrust, Evil is buried deep inside you. Your eyes roll back inthe pleasure. Evil hooks an elbow around the bend of your knee and pulls yourleg up, the new position pushing his thrusts deeper into you.

Your voice is trembling with his name, the word coming outover and over again as his hand reaches down to rub your clit, and Evil’s headfalls into the dip of your shoulder as you tangle your fingers in the colourfulstrands of his hair. The stubble along his jaw scratches at your skin, adds a wholenew layer of feeling to comprehend. Your breath is coming out in grunts and youdon’t even think you can last much longer when Evil’s teeth sink into themuscle at your neck.

Your whole body is overtaken with a vocal orgasm, legsquivering, eyes screwed shut and mouth dropped open. Evil takes the opportunityto drive his mouth down into yours, kisses you through the blinding climax andsteals your breath.

You tell yourself that maybe it’s not such a bad thing tofeel safe around Evil.

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Can you do a request for Hiromu? Don't act so innocent. Is the sentence if that's OK?

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title: truth be toldwarnings: smut, plot with porn

Jazz knows her housemates brother. She knows there’s a kind of darkness that writhes beneath his skin, an evil her can’t free himself from, and she knows the look in his eyes when he’s smiling because she’s seen it so many times before; the same lifelessness, the same kind where it looks too sarcastic to be real. 

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Can you do a request for Hiromu? Don't act so innocent. Is the sentence if that's OK?

hmmm,,,,, i need a cold shower

title: truth be toldwarnings: smut, plot with porn

Jazz knows her housemates brother. She knows there’s a kind of darkness that writhes beneath his skin, an evil her can’t free himself from, and she knows the look in his eyes when he’s smiling because she’s seen it so many times before; the same lifelessness, the same kind where it looks too sarcastic to be real. 

Jazz also knows that she’s treading dangerous waters when she catches his attention. She doesn’t mean to, of course, but the party they’re at is filled with people she doesn’t care for. Apparently, he doesn’t care for them much either. Everyone but them is drunk, and Jazz knows they both stand out like a sore thumb to the sober eye, and it means that he’s staring much more than he should. 

Escaping into the fresh air outside isn’t any kind of reprieve. 

“You’re not drinking,” Hiromu says as he stops beside her, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Driving?”

She shakes her head. “Dont drink. Haven’t for a little while, actually. I see how much it ruins people. What about you?” 

“We start touring tomorrow.” 

Awkward silence settles between them, and Jazz feels it prick at her skin. She doesn’t hold her tongue. “You want something?” 

Hiromu takes a while before replying, and fixes her with an unreadable stare when he does. “Isn’t company enough, Jazz-chan?” 

“Not when men like you are involved.” Turning to face the man, Jazz’s eyebrow raises in a challenge. “Don’t act so innocent, Hiromu.You’ve got the entire country fooled, but you can’t fool me.” 

“You think you know me enough to assume?” Hiromu asks, a dangerous edge to his voice that reflects in his eyes.

There’s never been a moment in his company where Hiromu has been mad. He’s calm, always effortless in his existence, and Jazz wants to see him lose it, just once, just to know what it’s like. She’s seen it on TV, but it’s a show he puts on for the world. She wants to challenge him, push his buttons, and she wants that anger directed at her. She wants it to pace the beating of her heart. She wants to smile in his wrath. 

Hiromu tilts his head back and smiles up at the ceiling. When his eyes drop to hers, she feels fear shift in her bones. “There is no one like me.” 

Her returned smile tells him she thinks different, but instead of baiting him, Jazz turns to face the blackened garden once more, gripping the balcony railing loosely. She doesn’t expect him to come any closer but he does, and his body surrounds hers, hands either side of hers and arms caging her in. 

As his head settles beside hers, his breath is warm in her ear. “There are no men like me,” he repeats himself, “but there are women like you. The ones who think they know everything, the ones who think they can get under my skin and understand me like no one else has.” 

Jazz bites the inside of her cheek to slow her brain down. “Maybe so. But I don’t think I’m wrong. I think you wear a mask not because you afraid or scared of anything, but because... because you enjoy fucking with people. Tell me I’m wrong.” 

“You’re not wrong,” Hiromu breathes, and his lips graze the side of her neck. “I do enjoy it... but there’s no man like me, and there never will be.” 

She can feel the heat radiating from the wrestler as he stands behind her, and his hands move until they’re resting heavy against the curve of her waist. Jazz’s cheeks flush dark pink. 

“If I didn’t know any better, Jazz-chan, I’d walk away. There are plenty of other people I could enjoy fucking with, but there’s no one else I’d rather fuck.” 

Hiromu spins her in his arms and the moment she stops moving, eyes wide and mouth gaping, his mouth is pressing down against hers in hungry desire. His hands press into the fabric of her dress, arms drawing her impossibly closer to him, and Jazz doesn’t know how to react. Her arms are caught between there body and if she wants to, she could push him away and walk right back into the party and pretend as if this never happened. 

But she can’t. 

So quick it pulls the breath from her lungs, Hiromu grips the back of her knee in a large hand and yanks it around his waist, manhandles Jazz until her back is pressed tight against a wall and his hips are grinding against the meeting of her thighs. 

Hiromu kisses her harder. His tongue is back in her mouth, his arm around her waist slipping lower until his fingers are pressing into her ass. There’s no part of her body that doesn’t want to kiss him back, and so her hands knot in his red hair, remorselessly tugging. His hips push forward against hers and she can feel his hard length against underwear that is slowly drowning in her own fluids. 

She shouldn’t want this as much as she does, but there’s something intoxicating about Hiromu and the way he wants to own her in this moment. She’s never thought of him and her like this, and she knows beyond a doubt now that she’ll never be able to stop thinking of him and her like this.

Hiromu bites against her neck again, just under her ear, and he licks at her skin, sucking and biting and there’s no doubt in Jazz’s mind that it’ll leave a fresh bruise, a mark that screams his ownership.

Jazz loses all sense of inhibition. 

Her fingers fumble at the buckle to his dark jeans, desperation seeping through her movements, and as soon as they’re down, Hiromu pulls back and lifts the rest of her body onto his hips, hard length shifting against her burning skin. 

She’s not prepared enough for him, and maybe how wet she is helps in some way, but Jazz gasps in a mix of raw pain and pleasure as he moves inside of her. He stops right away, lets her adjust, and then pulls out slowly. Through the haze of her vision, she sees the way Hiromu’s lips are parted and the way his eyes are hooded, and then see watches the way his muscles flex against his dark green button down as he started to move more fluidly inside of her.

The way his hands harshly grasp at her skin, her thighs, her waist, her back, the way he grunts and moans into her hair, the way he’s so overpowering even when her entire body is wrapped around him... it feels like sin. 

Her open mouth is pressed against his shoulders and her eyes are shut, frown creasing her face, and she digs the heels of her feet into his muscular thighs while drawing her nails across the fabric on his back. Hiromu stares at her through hooded lids, eyes dark and dangerous and commanding her without saying a word, and moments after he presses his thumb in heavy circles against her clit, Jazz falls apart around him. 

The searing orgasm that rips through her body has her walls clenching around him so tightly that without so much as a warning, he comes inside of her. 

She doesn’t much mind when she can’t feel her toes.

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Could you do one for Tanahashi please? The prompt is "let me show you why you should stay in bed"

look, apologies because you probably expected smut with this one, but i’ve never done Tana before and i don’t have him pinned down as a ‘character’ to write about… anyway, this is the only thing i could think of, but it intrigues me because it’s different! let me know if you enjoy! :)

title: just the way we arewarnings: fluff and stuff

“I want you to meet my family.”

It’s said sleepily, his mouth pressed against her hair, andshe’s curled into his chest like there’s not a problem in the world. Except…now, there is. And it scares her beyond words and scares her stupid.

“Huh?”

“I want you to meet my family,” he repeats lowly, armstightening a little. “I want you to see my home, to know where I come from, tosee what made me.”

Tana’s incredibly articulate always, and Ally is… not.Her jaw is slack, and she’s so glad that he’s not staring at her with thosedark, unreadable and unwavering eyes. “Uh… I don’t… I don’t know, Hiro…”

Tana pulls back and looks down at her, gives a gentle smile.“Not yet, you don’t have to. But, eventually.”

He’s so open like this, unguarded and exuding so much warmth for her, and it’s confronting and scary and not something she’d even beenprepared to deal with. She’s a nothing kinda girl from a nothing kinda town.There’s nothing extravagant about her—nothing that screams I deserve your love. She’s not charming, and sometimes she’s reallyfucking stupid, and she’s barely sitting in the middle of the pack at the best of times. Allydoesn’t know why Tana lays here with her when he could have anyone in theworld. Being here though, being with him—it’s nice. It’s warm, and it’s comfortable.

Eventually.

He’s so confident in everything he does. So fluent in theway he talks, fluid in the way he moves, graceful in the way he carrieshimself, and Ally is in awe because of it. But she doesn’t know that she’llever be comfortable with herself enough to want to meet his family.

Ally’s been staring intently at his chest in a daze, butsnaps from it with the way Tana trails his fingers down her side.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, mouth moving slowly against herhair.

Ally nods. She finally lifts her eyes to meet his and iscompletely captured by how beautifully ethereal he is. How could she not trustsomething so beautiful?

“Let me convince you,” Tana whispers. “We’ll start small.Build our way there. Let me show you whyyou should stay in bed… then let me show you why you’ll never want toleave.”

It doesn’t matter that Tana’s just woken up. Or that he’sstill a little sleepy. The moment Ally’s gaze darkens, he’s sunk his fingersinto her hips and yanks her on top of him, eyes stormy brown and swirlingdangerously.

“Tell me it’s a bad idea,” he murmurs, teeth biting into hislip as he pushes her down into the roll of his hips. Ally’s jaw goes slack. “Tellme to let you leave… do you want to leave?” Tana rushes up and stops just shortof kissing her, mouth barely touching hers and eyes that burn through her own.“Are you afraid that you’ll fall in love?”

Ally’s head is spinning. She’s trying to pull her desireaway from her rationale, but a God of a man is beneath her and she knowsthat he’s about to change her mind whether she wants to or not.

“You should be afraid that you’ll fall in love,” Allywhispers back, eyes flickering between his. “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Tana only kisses her in response.

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gentle reminder that requests are open for anything njpw related 🤗

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Would you write Evil for me? “I can be cruel if I have to” for the prompt.

not entirely how i thought this would turn out, but i realised i don’t have any gentle Evil on here and he’s just the biggest sweetheart irl and who doesn’t love a scary, intimidating turned loveable big bear? anyway, i hope you like this!! 

title: ‘Cause You Made Me Sowarnings: alcoholism, insinuated cheating, angst

You don’t understand why you’re even here. There are plentyof other places you can go, friends who owe you favours, people you don’t even like that owe you favours, and yet… hereyou are. In this building and on this level and in front of this door.

You glance over your shoulder at a man’s retreating figure,squinting through a haze of drunken coherence, and try to figure out whether it’sa phone in his hand or just the light reflecting weirdly. You pretend that you’reone hundred percent in control of your inhibitions, but it’s so far from the truththat you can’t help the smirk spreading across your mouth.

The good news is that you won’t die from alcohol poisoning.The bad news is that the person behind this door just might kill you.

It’s a gamble to assume you’re even at the right door; thenumber’s a bit blurry, and you’re relying on a memory that’s already shot withalcohol from when it all happened… but the alcohol’s gotten you this far, sowhy doubt yourself now?

You’d like to be able to call yourself a functioningalcoholic because you drink on days ending with ‘y’ exclusively and you haven’tdied just yet, but you don’t know howyou’ve made it this far without completely checking out. What you do for money…it doesn’t want you to live happy, it follows you home. Rips apart your house. Youdon’t have any family here, thankfully, because if you did, they’d disown you.

Maybe that’s why you’re at this door.

Because he was the only one that accepted you the way youwere. Because he was the only one that cared, even if he did fuck it up. Evenif you did fuck it up even more after that.

You squint at the door for a long moment before taking adeep breath and knocking.

Then, you wait. Longer than you want to, really, and youfind yourself leaning on the frame just as the deadbolt clicks back. Almostfalling into the man pulling the door open, you press your centre of gravity inthe other direction and stumble back a little, hiccup over a nervous chuckle asyou meet humourless eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You sober almost instantly. There’s a moment when you guessyou should feel vulnerable under the eyes glaring at you, but you know this mantoo well and too intimately to be afraid of him. That’s your first mistake. “Iknow… I know I’m literally the last person that you want to see, but… I need…help.”

The man’s face remains deadpan. “Whatever it is you’relooking for, you’re not going to find it here. I’m not going to comfort you. I’mnot going to let you cry on my shoulder.”

“Please, just… let me in.” You stare at Taka, who refuses tobe addressed by his actual name, and almost call him that before correctingyourself. “Evil, please. The world has been cruel to me today.”

“You don’t know cruel,” Evil spits. His eyes are angry andthere are warning sirens sounding in your head, but you’re to inebriated toregister anything. “You don’t know anything about pain. Y/N, tell me, aftersleeping with my brother, what did you think would happen if I ever saw yourface again?”

A lump forms in the back of your throat. “Taka…”

He blanches, and a hot red flush starts to crawl up hisneck. “Don’t fucking call me that. You want cruel? I can be cruel if I have to… I’ll show you, even. That’s why youcame here drunk, yes? Because you want closure. Because you know you fucked up,and you need to know that at least one person still wants to fuck you.”

Evil’s words hit you in the chest like a gunshot, pushingyou back a couple of steps in shock and ripping through your heart with no remorse.

For a moment, regret flickers in Evil’s eyes. It’s just as quicklyreplaced by stone-cold resolve. He means every word he’s just said, and you can’tblame him for any of it. You don’t think you even have the right to feel upset,because he’s right. You fucked up. Badly fucked up, and slept with fucking Seiya, of all people.

You take a deep breath and meet his eyes through blurredvision. “I fucked up. And you don’t have to let me back in, ever, but I got kickedout of my apartment because I didn’t pay rent on time and I have no where else to go.”

“You could have goneto Sanada.”

The words bite into your skin. “Maybe I should have,” youmurmur back. “But I thought maybe… I don’t know. I didn’t want to go to Sanada.I wanted to come here. It’s habit, and I’m sorry, so I’ll… I’ll go.”

You’re halfway down the hallway before Evil calls out toyou. “Y/N… you can sleep on the couch.”

Sometimes, you don’t think Evil is so evil after all.

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I have a story request. I really love your vampire Naito story "Synergy". It is one of my favourites. I was wondering could you do another vampire Los Ingobernables De Japon story. The prompt of it can start off with this sentence: " How Did You Get In Here?". Is this okay?😺

thank you for the prompt :* 

title: Like Vultureswarning: dubcon, implied devious ways, vampires, blood 

“How did you get in here?”

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I have a story request. I really love your vampire Naito story "Synergy". It is one of my favourites. I was wondering could you do another vampire Los Ingobernables De Japon story. The prompt of it can start off with this sentence: " How Did You Get In Here?". Is this okay?😺

thank you for the prompt :* 

title: Like Vultureswarning: dubcon, implied devious ways, vampires, blood 

“How did you get in here?”

Erin blinks, confused, and stares at the man with burnt orange hair. “I… I’mnot sure.”

When she looks around herself, she finds that she’s in somekind of dressing room. There are only two people in here—one is the guy who justspoke to hair, and the other who broods quietly in the corner, gaze boring intothe side of her head. She doesn’t want to look. She’s too afraid of what spellhe might cast over her mind again.

“Where am I?” Erin asks, frown creasing her face. “The lastthing I remember is…” staring into the eyes of the man she doesn’t want to lookat, but she can’t very well say that. “I was on the street… I bumped into…”

The man with burnt orange hair closes the distance betweenthem inhumanely fast, and Erin gasps and staggers back half a step when hisface is the only thing in her vision. His hands grab her shoulders, make sureshe doesn’t fall over, but his dark eyes betray the gentlemanly action. Theylaugh at her. Mock her. His lips pull at the corners.

“Assenayo, tranquilo,” he soothes, voice gentle and alluringand dangerous all at once, “tell me your name.”

“Erin,” she hears herself say. She doesn’t want to tell himher name but can’t stop it from escaping. Her frown deepens, hazy confusioncovering every corner of her mind. “I don’t… I don’t want to be here. Why am Ihere?”

The man smiles. “Erin,” he purrs, “you can call me Tetsuya.My friend, the man who asked you to come here? He is Evil.”

Everything is settling so uncomfortably against Erin’s skinthat she can’t think properly. She doesn’t want to be here, but the way thisman is speaking to her makes her never want to leave. He’s danger, and she islike a moth to the flame, incapable of turning away even when she knows she’sgoing to get burnt. And if this man, Tetsuya, is danger, than his friend… isnothing less than ice crawling through her veins.

Every part of Erin wants to run. No part of Erin can move. It’slike all the power in her lithe body has disappeared with Tetsuya’s hands onher shoulders. The longer she stays here, the more dangerous it becomes.

“You don’t understand what’s happening, do you?” Tetsuya asks,sinful smirk pressing into his mouth. His eyes are still laughing at her. Tautmuscles stretch the long-sleeved shirt across his arms, and Erin knows veryquickly his strength can overpower everything she has. She’s so scared, soconfused. He can read it on her face.

“Show her,” his friend speaks for the first time, and Erincatches herself turning to stare at him. Tetsuya moves faster.

She’s against a wall quickly, arms trapped above her head,and Tetsuya cages both wrists in one hand so that he can drop the other to thebase of her neck. His fingers twist in Erin’s hair but he doesn’t pull.

“You should enjoy this,” Tetsuya murmurs, “it tastes betterwhen you enjoy it.”

Tastes… better?Erin struggles for a long second before the fight seeps from her body, leaving confusionin its wake once more. Tastes better?

Erin gasps when Tetsuya kisses her neck. It’s soft, muchsofter than she could have imagined his mouth to be, and his mouth works magicon her tense skin. He kisses and nips and sucks and tongues and Erin’s toescurl with each movement.

The noise Erin makes when he pulls away is pathetic.

The grin on Tetsuya’s mouth is filthy. “Try not to scream.”

There’s barely a glint of something sharp out the corner ofher eye, but Tetsuya moves too fast to follow, and then she’s overcome by pain eruptingfrom the side of her neck. She doesn’t even have the ability to try and stopit, but as if he can hear the air whooshing into her lungs, Tetsuya slaps ahand over her mouth and smothers the scream that erupts from her throat.

The pain gives way to something more visceral—she can feelthe blood draining from her body, and then a high washes over her so intenseshe can feel the life pulsating around her.

Tetsuya pulls away and stares at her, his mouth covered withher blood, and through hooded eyes, she watches as he beckons his friend. “Evil…she’s yours, after all.”

Erin’s knees go weak.

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hi all!

your favourite moose is wanting to get back into writing some NJPW fanfic buuuuut i need some help!! if you could provide me with a sentence or two to start off an 800-1000 word prompt and a certain wrestler to write it about, i would honestly love you forever!!

i can’t promise to get everything back but i can promise to try my best 😁

so i guess… requests open?

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repost  😁 😁

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Me please.... Naito , here is the sentence... She pulled a hot and sweaty Naito close and licked the blood off his lips. "Does Misu like to make you bleed ?" She asked and grined evily.

this request got me hot under the collar oml. i hope you enjoy! 

title: Bleed For Mewarnings: implied smut, blood, devious ways

There is something about watching Tetsuya wrestle MinoruSuzuki that sets every nerve ending in her body on fire. Rina can’t help it—fearhas always been a catalyst for her arousal, and the waves of intimidation thatroll off of Minoru only entice her closer.

Tetsuya, interestingly, doesn’t hold her close very often.He knows she’ll always come back to him no matter who she’s staring at, and heknows she’ll never leave him because he fucks her too good. He thinks he lovesher—and she thinks he does, too. But Tetsuya doesn’t care for much in the worldexcept for his brothers, and Rina doesn’t care for much in the world, either,except for company and money and sex, mostly.

Rina prefers him like this, anyway—distance makes the heartgrow fonder, and all that other crap.

But watching Tetsuya, who doesn’t care, care aboutwhether he beats Minoru? Watching Minoru, with so much disdain and hatredburning in his eyes, teach Tetsuya a lesson or two?

Rina is pressing her thighs tightly together even beforeTetsuya splits his lip against the guardrail.

When he does, it’s like life has sprung into her bones. Herpalms start to sweat, and her pupils dilate, and the LIJ boys slowly begin todissipate from their locker room. She thinks it’s because her wanton lustsettles around her like a cloud of red, and she knows it’s because the boyshave been taught to never touch. She can touch them, of course, but they cannever touch her. Not without Tetsuya’s permission.

It’s like a shark drawn to blood in the ocean—Rina sees thered staining his skin, his lips, and she wants to taste it, wants Tetsuya to curlhis fingers inside her and spit in her mouth.

He wins. Closes the show hot and sweaty, speaks to themedia, and all Rina can think of is Tetsuya pushing himself into her mouth andMiSu taking her from behind.

Tetsuya’s mane of burnt orange hair isn’t even half-waythrough the door before Rina is pushing him against it and locking it, pressingherself into his sweaty figure without regard for her own clothes. She staresup at him with hooded eyes, glances between his already smirking mouth and his cockygaze, and draws the tips of her fingers across the glistening sweat on hischest.

“You know what you do to me, baby?” Rina asks, slowlypressing her lips to his neck before pulling back. “Do you like what you do tome?” She pauses and stands on her toes so that she’s level with his face, andthen she licks the blood off his lips. “Do you think MiSu likes to make you bleedfor me?”

Tetsuya’s eyes darken with her evil grin, and he growls lowin the back of his throat. One of his arms wraps tight around Rina’s waist, theother hand twisting into her hair. He swallows her gasp of pain when he yanks herhead back with his mouth, and he kisses her so heavily that she can’t breathe.He tastes of blood and sweat and mint and it’s the most intoxicating thing Rinahas ever experienced. Her back finds the wall and Tetsuya’s mouth is relentless,and when his fingers slide up her skirt, Rina almost begs him for more.

He draws the breath from her body as if it belongs to him.Draws the pleas from her mouth as if she never wishes for anything else.

Rina makes a note to thank MiSu next time she sees him.