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44prxxf · 9 days

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kosei fujita x zack sabre jr x chris brookes x ftm!reader | gone with the sin

minors dni [16+]

word count| 3,345

warnings| Consensual Non-Consent, Gun Play, Knife Play, Bondage, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Crying, Begging, Feminine Terms Used (Pussy, Cunt)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You smooth out your dress in the uber, Fujita is sitting next to you obviously nervous. You put your hand on his thigh and kiss his cheek,

“It’s okay Fooj. It’s gonna go exactly how we talked about it and if you need to you remember our safeword right?” Kosei nods. “And what is it?”

“Bubblegum.”

“Good boy, Fooj.” He blushes lightly as you kiss his cheek again. The uber stops in front of the restaurant you had picked out and Kosei gets out first before helping you out of the car. He shuts the car door and leads you inside the restaurant, he tells the host the name that the reservation is under and you take a minute to look around the restaurant, you spot Zack and Chris sitting in the back of the restaurant, eyes already set on you two. You shake your head and bring your focus back to Kosei, who leads you to the table towards the back of the restaurant. Kosei holds your chair out for you and you thank him before sitting down, he pushes you in before getting in his own chair.

Your date with Kosei goes off without a hitch, you are walking hand in hand with him when someone comes up behind you, pressing a gun against your temple and the other person holds a gun to Kosei’s spine.

“You two look awfully lonely. Why don’t we keep you both some company?” You shudder at the familiar voice of Zack. Chris grabs your arm and hides his gun in his jacket but presses it against your back. You glance at Kosei who has fear written across his face and he isn’t the only one. Chris leans down and growls at you and Kosei,

“Use those pretty little legs of yours and walk.” Out of fake fear you follow his directions, letting him lead you towards his place. You and Kosei stay quiet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to your group. It doesn’t take long for you to be forced into Chris’s flat, Kosei and Zack not far behind you. You finally face the two men who had taken you, tears building in your eyes.

“What are you going to do to us? Please don’t hurt us.” Kosei glances between you and Chris and Zack, unsure of how to continue. “I’ll do anything if you don’t hurt my boyfriend. Please.” Kosei notices how hard Chris is in his pants and he finally faces Zack, who still has the gun pointed at Kosei.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything.” You reach out your hand and gently squeeze Kosei’s hand. Zack steps towards you two, he grabs Kosei’s face and growls out.

“I’m not gonna hurt you baby, I’m just gonna have some fun with you.” Kosei freezes next to you and you squeeze his hand again, tears start to stream down his face.

“W-Wait I didn’t mean that.”

“Don’t worry sweet boy.” Zack coos at him, “We’re not going there for a little bit. Isn’t that right, Chris?” Chris nods in agreement,

"You two look so pretty together, why not entertain us before we have our fun?” You gulp and glance at Kosei, both of you shaking your heads. Zack and Chris step toward you both, both of them putting the guns under your jaws, pressing them into your skin hard. “Oh pretty boys, you don’t have a choice. Now strip.”

They step away from you, Kosei looks at you with wide eyes and you nod, there is no other way to get out of this then follow their orders. You carefully strip from your dress and kick off your heels, Chris takes a step toward you, pressing the barrel of the gun against your sides and dragging it down the curves of your body.

“Such a pretty body that you’ve been hiding from us. Can’t wait to get my hands on you.” You look to your left to see Zack jerking Kosei while Kosei sobs loudly, telling him to stop. Chris forces you to look away from them and forces you to the ground, he forces your legs apart and quickly ties your hands to your feet, you struggle as best you can but he cocks the gun and presses it against the back of your head. You whimper and go limp, letting Chris do whatever he wants to you. You can’t see what is happening but suddenly someone is behind you, their cock is forced into your pussy and you moan out. Kosei whispers out to you,

“‘M so sorry.” Zack and Chris work quickly together to tie you and Kosei together. They step back to admire their work and Kosei shakes his head.

“I won’t do it.” Zack cocks his gun and points it at Kosei, Kosei just shakes his head.

“Since you don’t care about your own life, maybe you care about your boyfriend’s.” Zack says as he points the gun at you. You whimper loudly and Kosei immediately gives in.

“F-fine.. Just don’t hurt him.” Zack chuckles and nods, uncocking his gun and waving it to silently tell Kosei to get on with it. Kosei hesitantly puts his hands on your hips and starts thrusting into you. Tears stream down your face as you try not to moan,

“Please don’t do this to us. We’ve done nothing wrong, we’re innocent people.”

“Barely fucking innocent.” Zack chuckles, “I can hear how wet your pussy is from here, sweet boy.” His words make you clench around Kosei’s cock, pulling him deeper in your cunt. “The two of you like this, your ‘innocent’ boyfriend got hard as I whispered to him that I was going to force him to fuck you. He got hard knowing two men with guns are going to force you two to become our sluts, isn’t that right pretty boy?”

“N-No it’s not like that. I-I got hard cause he was touching me.”

“Oh? You only got hard cause the man that is threatening you was touching your pathetic little dick, is that right?” Kosei lets out a loud sob and shakes his head, he leans down kissing your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” He whispers in your ear and you shudder. You hear the click of a camera and turn to look at Zack and Chris, Chris has a camera in his hand and a wide smirk on his face.

“D-Don’t.”

“You don’t want pictures taken love? We’re just commemorating your cute little date.”

“It’s not-”

“What, it's not a cute date between you and your boyfriend?”

“Not anymore thanks to you two bastards.”

“Oh look at that, the sweet little angel knows some bad words.” Zack cackles, “Maybe we should wash your mouth out, love?”

“I-I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” You sob out. You are clawing at your feet, trying to ground yourself through the pleasure that Kosei is bringing you, the pleasure that Zack and Chris are bringing you. Your cunt clenches around Kosei’s cock hard, your mouth falls open with a loud moan and you cum hard.

“Look at that angel, you came. It’s just like you and your boyfriend are making love.”

“N-no it’s not.” You mutter out and Chris and Zack cackle while Chris takes more photos of the two of you. Your orgasm sets Kosei closer to the edge, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, how his thrusts become sloppier. “Please untie us. Please.”

“Why should we, angel?”

“I don’t want him to knock me up. We’re not ready for a kid.” You cry. Chris laughs and kneels down next to you, ruffling your hair.

“If pretty boy doesn’t knock you up. I sure will, baby.” You can’t help but break a little and smile at Chris, the thought of him knocking you up is just too sweet. But you quickly get back into the scene, crying and begging the two men.

“Please please please please please.” Meanwhile Kosei is humping you like a mutt in rut while whispering out soft apologies. Your cunt clenches around his cock again and he cums hard, filling you up with his seed. You let out a loud sob, “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Zack and Chris force Kosei to stop moving inside of you and cut the ropes binding you together. Kosei is pulled away from you and you whimper as you cunt clenches around nothing, searching for something to fill it again. You both let out a sigh of relief thinking that it’s over but Zack chuckles as Chris smacks your ass, watching as Kosei’s cum spills from your cunt.

“Don’t think we’re stopping just because you came. Now it’s our turn to have our fun with you.” Zack growls as he pulls Kosei toward, you can hear a loud whimper and try to turn to see what happened but your view is obstructed by Chris. Zack forces Kosei to the floor, keeping the gun pointed at him so he knows to follow Zack’s directions. Zack unzips his pants and spits on Kosei’s hole, rubbing his cock between Koser’s ass cheeks. Kosei whimpers,

“Please don’t do this. I… I’m still a virgin. I want my first time to be special. Please.” Zack cackles maniacally as he guides his cock into Kosei’s hole.

“Oh it’s going to be special pretty boy, I promise you that.” All Kosei can do is whimper and cry as Zack forces all of his cock into Kosei’s hole. Your attention is taken away from Zack and Kosei as Chris presses the barrel of the gun against your head and slips two of his fingers into your pussy. He moves his finger oh so slowly and you are half-tempted to beg him to go faster.

“Oh you’re so wet pretty boy. Perfect for my fat cock. Gonna take me so good pretty boy.” You whimper and shake your head, hating that your pussy clenches around his fingers and his words. “Such a naughty fucking boy, getting wet when he has a gun pointed to his head.”

“It’s not like that, I don’t like this.” You stutter out, your cheeks bright red. Chris chuckles darkly, he pulls his fingers out of you and easily picks you and places you on the bed, still hogtied in doggy.

“Then why are you fucking dripping?” He laughs as he takes a picture of you like this. “Oh sweet boy, if you're worried about taking my cock, I can prep you.” You let out a sigh of relief, thinking he is going to go back to fingering you but your worst fears are met when you feel the cold metal of the barrel of his gun sliding into your pussy. Your body shakes with sobs as you cry out for him not to hurt you. Kosei can’t keep his eyes off of you, he is completely entranced by the scene in front of him. Zack notices and cackles before picking up his own gun and shoving it against Kosei’s lips,

“Why don’t we shut you up, huh? Open wide.” And all Kosei can do is whimper and accept the gun, sucking on it like a dick as Zack roughly fucks him. You try and look back at Chris, begging him.

“Please I can take your cock, just don’t put the gun in me.”

“You don’t wanna take the gun? Maybe I should just blow your fucking brains out right now?” You whimper loudly, gulping down fear as it becomes hard to breathe. You manage to catch your breath and beg at Chris.

“No, wait. I’m sorry. Please, I'll do anything, please.”

“Then take the gun like the good bitch I know you are.” You nod, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle your noises of pleasure as Chris forces the gun deeper into you. He is staring straight at your pussy, watching it as clenches around the barrel of his gun. “You’re pathetic. Dripping wet, I can see your pussy clenching down on my gun. You better fucking cum on it or I’m going to have to shoot this pretty little head of yours.”

You try not to let his words affect you, to not let them go to your pussy. But the head of the gun is abusing your g-spot and his words are just oh so hot. Your mouth falls open with a loud scream as you squirt around the gun. Your cheeks are painted bright red with a blush as you realize what you have done as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. Chris cackles maniacally as he pulls the gun from your pussy, watching as you try to chase after it, wanting the pleasure to continue.

“Oh you don’t like my gun?” Chris mocks your words from earlier and you nod, “Yet you just squirted on it like a fucking slut.”

“‘M not a slut.”

“Yea yea. Who’s the one that just came with a gun in their pussy? You did, love.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You cry out, the tears that had started to dry are only added to as tears drip down your cheeks. Chris flips you over and throws the gun to the side and pulls a switchblade from his pocket. You gulp and don’t dare look at Chris but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. He pulls a switchblade from his pocket and flicks it open. You look up at him with fear and watch as he strips with one hand, pointing the knife at you.

“Gonna breed this little pussy. Gonna really make you mine.” You whimper loudly, trying not to buck your hips with his words. He pushes his cock into your pussy and you moan loudly, the stretch of his fat cock is almost too much for you and you almost cum again. You can’t help but break character, thrashing against the ropes to try and touch Chris, softly begging him to breed you. Tears of pleasure start streaming down your face as Chris starts to thrust into you. And Chris can tell that you have broken, that your tears aren’t of fear but of pleasure.

“Chris, please I need it.” You beg softly as not to disturb the scene for Zack and Kosei. Chris immediately cuts your binds so you can hold him, he puts the knife to the side for now, just far enough away that you wouldn’t hurt yourself accidentally. “Breed me please, Chris. Please.”

“Don’t worry baby, I will. I’m gonna put a baby in you tonight, I promise.” He responds just as softly and kisses your forehead. You cling to him, nails clawing at his back. As much as you want to focus on the scene, to make Kosei’s first time good, now that Chris is on top of you that's all you can think about. You can only think about how he is enveloping you, about how big his hands are on your waist, about how you are solely his.

“Please please please Chris. I need you to cum in me.” He nods, kissing you with such love. A shrill moan pulls your attention away from Chris, you turn to see Zack balls deep in Kosei, who is crying and shaking with pleasure. Kosei looks up at you with such an innocent look in his eyes and your heart melts a little bit. You can see the drool puddle under Kosei’s mouth from how he’s been sucking on Zack’s gun. You moan at the scene in front of you, Zack is ruining your best friend and god it is the hottest thing you have ever seen. Suddenly there is a soft hand on your chin and turning your head back to Chris.

“Baby, look at me now, okay? Look at me.” Chris begs you, your pussy clenches around his cock. He rarely begged and when he did, you instantly became a mess. You arch into his chest, clawing at his back even more.

“Fuck I need your baby.”

“You’re gonna get it, love. I’m gonna fucking knock you up, I swear.” Chris’s voice is so soft, so loving. It makes your heart flutter and you hold Chris even tighter. “You’re gonna be so pretty with my baby.” His cock hits your g-spot head on and you let out a lewd moan. “You take me so well baby boy. You’re gonna make such a good daddy.”

Chris rests his forehead on yours and looks at you with such love in his eyes which you return. You lean up and kiss his lips softly. The constant abuse to your g-spot has you close to another orgasm in minutes. You whine at him, telling him that you are close and he tightens his hold on your hips. His thrusts quicken as you cunt clenches around his cock. Soft plea’s stumble from your lips, sounding like a soft prayer.

“Gonna make your little belly swell with my baby.” Chris rubs your stomach lovingly as he speaks. Your mouth falls open with a loud moan as you cum around your lover’s cock. His cock pulses inside of you and you look him deep in the eyes, panting through your orgasm.

"Put your kid in me, Chris. I need you to get me pregnant.” Chris moans at your words. His thrust get sloppy but you can tell that he is fucking you with the intent of breeding you. He continues rubbing your stomach, telling you that you are going to be such a good dad.

“There we go baby, watch as I put a baby in your stomach.” He groans out as rope after rope of cum spills into you. You whine at the feeling, sure Chris had bred you before but this is something different, this is something special. Tears start rolling down your cheeks, these aren’t out of fear or pleasure, these are happy tears. You are clinging to Chris, softly crying, putting your hand on top of his on your stomach.

“Thank you baby. Thank you so much.” He looks up at you and wipes your tears away, softly kissing each of your cheeks.

“No need to cry my love.” His voice is full of worry.

“No no, they’re happy tears. So so happy.” You kiss him, a wide smile playing on your lips. “You may have just put a little Brookes in me.”

“I hope I did.”

“We can keep trying until the test comes up positive.” You giggle out. Chris gives a few hard thrusts, fucking his cum deep into you, making sure it breaches your womb. Chris is looking at you with pure love and you are looking at him the same way. You cup his cheeks and pull him into a loving kiss, “Thank you my love. So so much.”

“You’re welcome baby.” You and Chris are so caught up in your own world that you don’t notice that Zack and Kosei have finished their scene and are cuddling as they look at you. Kosei is completely entranced with the way that you and Chris are looking at each other, the way you act together, the love that you have for each other. Chris pulls out of you and rests his head on your chest while he rubs your stomach lovingly. “I can’t wait to start a family with you. This time it took.”

“You think so?” You ask excitedly.

“I hope so, sweet boy.” Chris smiles up at you. Kosei smiles at the two of you and quickly pulls Zack in for a soft kiss. Zack pulls Kosei closer, his lips ghosting over his lover’s.

“What was that for, baby boy?” Zack asks softly as not to disturb you and Chris.

“I love you.” Kosei smiles at the older man. Zack pecks his lips, whispering out an ‘I love you’ back. You call Zack and Kosei over to the bed, it would be big enough for all four of you to sleep on for one night and you wanted them off of the uncomfortable floor.

#prxxf writes #wrestling fanfiction #ddt fanfic #njpw #njpw fanfiction #zack sabre #zack sabre jr #zack sabre jr fanfic #kosei fujita fanfic #zack sabre jr x kosei fujita #kosei fujita x reader #chris brookes x reader #wre #wrestling smut #fanfic writing #fanfic authors

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mystic-story-lover · 1 year

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♤ MASTERLIST ♤

☆ means smut ○ means it's part of a series

♤ 1 CALLED MANDERS ♤

■ I'm Yours Cowboy

♤ ACE AUSTIN ♤

■ I Don't Share What's Mine ☆

■ And New ☆

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♤ ADAM COLE ♤

■ Do You Hate Me

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♤ ADAM PAGE ♤

■ Cowboy Like Me

■ Texas Death ☆

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♤ ALAN ANGELS ♤

♤ ALEX SHELLEY ♤

■ Long Story Short

■ Congratulations

■ My Champion

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♤ ALEX ZAYNE ♤

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♤ CHRIS BEY ♤

■ And New ☆

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♤ CHRIS SABIN ♤

■ Congratulations

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♤ CHRISTIAN CAGE ♤

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♤ CLARK CONNORS ♤

■ Surprise

♤ DAN "DRILLA" MOLONEY ♤

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♤ DAVID FINLAY ♤

■ Let Me Help You

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♤ EDDIE KINGSTON ♤

♤ EL PHANTASMO ♤

■ Injury

■ Stipulations

■ Confessions

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♤ HOOK ♤

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♤ JAY WHITE ♤

■Positives and Negatives

■ It Should've Been Me

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♤ JOE HENDRY ♤

♤ JON MOXLEY ♤

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♤ JUNGLE BOY ♤

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♤ JT DUNN ♤

♤ KENNY OMEGA ♤

■ I'm Saying Yes

■ Apologies

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♤ KEVIN BLACKWOOD ♤

♤ KIP SABIAN ♤

♤KYLE FLETCHER♤

■ Play the Game

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♤ LANCE ARCHER ♤

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♤ MANCE WARNER ♤

♤ MATT JACKSON ♤

■ See You Back At My Place

♤ MATTHEW JUSTICE ♤

■ Save Me

♤ MATT TAVEN ♤

♤ MIKE BAILEY ♤

♤ NICK JACKSON ♤

♤ ORANGE CASSIDY ♤

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♤ RICKY STARKS ♤

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♤ RODERICK STRONG ♤

■ Stay with Me ☆

♤ SAMOA JOE ♤

♤ TRENT BERETTA ♤

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♤ WARDLOW ♤

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♤ WHEELER YUTA ♤

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♤ ZACK SABRE JR. ♤

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#aew imagine #impact imagine #njpw imagine #aew #impact wrestling #njpw

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zsjbrightensday · 6 months

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🖤 💜 💕 for the writer asks? :)

Thank you so much! Answering with all 5. sorta nsfw-ish mentions in last

💜: where are you in the writing process?

editing for one (shooting for posted within week.) fixing scenes/rewriting for two. writing (a bit already) and just began for another

🖤: what are your MC names? Tom Lawlor, Zack Sabre Jr, and Will Ospreay (a mix in all of them/some combination of the three. two or three)

💕: what has your favorite scene been?

tom burning food (fluff/no smut one)

zack and tom kissing in side of lobby

will begging and being teased

will and zack angst (i've been fixing a lot and procrastinating)

zack laying beside tom

#answered #wips #thank you so much!!!

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winedwords · 7 years

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“One of these days you’re gonna have to face the demons you can’t seem to drown.” for ZSJ?

He was your safe harbor, your calm in the storm. You knew he would be there, in his tiny flat in Brooklyn, when you needed him the most.

Whenever there was conflict or strife in your life, you knew you could run to him and lose yourself in him. And lose yourself you did, a white knuckled grip on the wooden headboard for leverage, the sounds of your hips repeatedly meeting his own and your desperate cries echoing through the room. The springs of the mattress below your bodies creaked in protest and his neighbors were pounding on the walls.

Zack was no passive lover, even if he was underneath you. Long calloused fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you down with more force than you were capable of on your own as he arched and drove himself upwards into you with a ferocity that took your breath away.

“Fuck, you feel like ‘eaven.”

There were telltale flutters of an impending orgasm at his groaned words, the rolling and downward thrusts of your hips growing sloppier and more wild by the moment. He knew, he always knew, when you were close and he took control, holding your hips as still as he could as he set a breakneck pace to your delight. Zack angled himself just right so that his pubic bone ground against the bundle of nerves just above where you were joined with him and the heavy drag of his cock finding that secret spot deep inside of you.

You broke apart within seconds of his assault on your senses, keening your release to the dark room. The clenching of your walls around him had Zack grunting his release behind a bitten lip, reflexively thrusting into you with every roll of pleasure that surged through his system.

When it was over, you collapsed against him, neither of you making any motion to disentangle yourselves, warm and sweaty skin cooling rapidly with the blankets and sheets long thrown off the bed.

“Not that I’m complainin’ love, but one of these days you’re gonna have to face the demons you can’t seem to drown.”

You shook your head and mumbled your disagreement,the prickle of his five o’clock shadow rubbing against your shoulder with your movements. This was easier and far more pleasurable than actually confronting your problems.

#zack sabre jr imagine #drabble #zack sabre jr smut

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shittywrestlingimagines-blog · 7 years

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on your knees for zsj

zsj has you down on your knees. the moment is heated and he pushes your head ever so slightly to indulge in the pleasure, angling your mouth at the right spot. your eyes flutter shut to keep calm and resist gagging. moments later he is strangling you with his long legs. you pass out and die. the end.

#zsj #zack sabre jr #zsj imagine #zsj smut #zsj smut imagine #zack sabre jr smut #zack sabre jr imagine #zack sabre jr smut imagine

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 WHO I WRITE FOR 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 WRESTLING 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

adam cole

adam copeland

alex reynolds

anna jay

bandido

bray wyatt

britt baker

brody king

bron breakker

buddy matthews

cameron grimes

cash wheeler

christian cage

chuck taylor

claudio castagnoli

cm punk

cody rhodes

damian priest

danhausen

daniel garcia

dante martin

david finlay

dax harwood

dominik mysterio

drew mcintyre

eddie kingston

el phantasmo

ethan page

evil uno

finn balor

hangman adam page

hook

jade cargill

jamie hayter

jay briscoe

jeff hardy

jey uso

jimmy uso

jon moxley

john silver

jungle boy

julia hart

jay white

kenny omega

kevin owens

kris statlander

kyle fletcher

kyle o’reilly

kip sabian

la knight

malakai black

mark davis

mjf

matt jackson

nick jackson

nick wayne [ no smut ]

orange cassidy

ortiz

penelope ford

pete dunne

preston vance

randy orton

roman reigns

rhea ripley

ricky starks

ridge holland

ruby soho

sami zayn

seth rollins

stu grayson

skye blue

santana

swerve strickland

trent beretta

toni storm

tony d’angelo

undertaker

wardlow

wheeler yuta

willow nightingale

will ospreay

zack sabre jr.

｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 BANDS 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

damiano david — måneskin

ethan torchio — måneskin

thomas raggi — måneskin

victoria de angelis — måneskin

chris motionless — motionless in white

ricky horror — motionless in white

vinny mauro — motionless in white

will ramos — lorna shore

vessel — sleep token

ii — sleep token

iii — sleep token

iv — sleep token

oli sykes — bring me the horizon

noah sebastian — bad omens

hozier

｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 MARVEL 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

bucky barnes

loki laufeyson

miguel o’hara

peter parker [ mcu + tasm ]

steve rogers

thor odinson

｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 GAMES/TV 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

joel miller — the last of us [ tv series ]

thomas shelby — peaky blinders

arthur shelby — peaky blinders

alfie solomons — peaky blinders

simon “ghost” riley — cod/mw2

könig — cod/warzone

capitan john prince — cod/mw2

johnny “soap” mctavish — cod/mw2

kyle “gaz” garrick — cod/mw2

keegan p. russ —cod/ghosts

keep in mind this ain’t the final list !

#who i write for #wrestling fanfic #aew fanfic #njpw fanfic #wwe fanfic #måneskin fanfic #marvel fanfic #mw2 fanfic #the last of us fanfic

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imnotgloria · 7 years

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Obedient Pt3//Zack Sabre Jr.

AN: the final and sexually explicit part of this little saga. tagged anyone who like that last part.

@wallflowerfangirl-life @sammiielli @littlebluespoon @emiliatoosavage @bodhi-black @roppongivices @rockstarspudxx @earl-01 @spine-buster @mgswdw @laigy2213 @asylumxclub @spot-of-bother @imnobodiesbitch @vipervenomisgoodforyou @screamersdontdance @alexahood21 @phyreblue @sietefinns @jordaaan88 @spottydottydoll @starry-hills @mrs-alice-harper @bbmbabe @avap12 @charlottexrp @books-in-general @tmsixone @thatpsychodargon @anerdysouthernbelle @toosweetme @cinnamonstarsposts @swedish-strong-style @lostimebomb @fembxt @speedilyghostlycloud

You spent the next couple of weeks making an effort to look and dress as innocent as you could. Zack had certainly paid you more attention but for the most part he kept his hands to himself, only giving your bum a quick squeeze once whilst out at the pub after a show.

So today you'd decided to go the other direction. Black jeans and an army green cropped sweater. You did you makeup a little darker and styled your hair a little messier.

It didn't take long to get a reaction. As you walked towards the venue from your car you heard someone slam their door behind you, followed by rushed footsteps. Suddenly Zack was in front of you blocking your path.

“What are you doing?” he barked.

“Walking to the office,” you retorted as you tried to step around him, not giving any eye contact.

“No… this,” he motioned a hand at you as he blocked you again. “Why are you not in your good girl clothes? Did I tell you that you're allowed to dress like this?” Zack was visibly pissed.

Again you tried to step around him but he took a handful of the neck of your sweater pulling you back in front of him.

“You will be punished for this.” he growled at you before letting go, he then stepped to your side and motioned for you to walk on, keeping a metre behind you until you reached the office and then he disappeared.

You didn't see him for the rest of the day but late in the afternoon a post-it appeared on your desk that read: Tonight. My hotel room. Dress appropriately. Z x

When you'd gotten home you pulled out almost the entirety of your wardrobe. He wanted innocent, he was going to get angelic!

A white butt hugging skirt and strappy blouse, hair immaculate and light glittery makeup. You even switched out your handbag for a white one. It had taken you a good couple of hours to get ready, so you didn't leave your apartment until almost 10pm, but ‘tonight’ was ambiguous.

Zack flung the door open within a second of you knocking. You stepped in suddenly feeling very nervous about what was to come. As you stood in his room, Zack circled you slightly judging your outfit choice. He made a noise of approval before mumbling “It's a shame you won't be wearing that skirt for long.”

Zack took your bag from your hands and left it on a chair. Placing a hand on your back he steered you towards the bed. Sitting himself down on the end of the bed, he positioned you to stand in front of him.

“Now, take it off.” Zack’s’ voice was so calm it was almost scary. You had frozen like a deer in headlights, completely unsure of yourself or what to do. “Okay…” Zack sighed. “This time I'll do it for you, but in future you're going to have to do as you're told.” Still staying calm he pulled you closer to him so that you were stood between his legs, facing him. Zack slid his hands slowly up from your hips, pushing your top up, continuing the movement until your shirt was off over your head and dropped to the floor. He studied your lacy pink bra for a moment, running his fingertips over your breast lightly. As his hands made their way down to the waist of your skirt he dug his nails in slightly, making your breath hitch. Zack turned you to face away from him before squeezing your ass with both hands.

“You really do look so good in this skirt, baby.” His voice sounded a little rougher as he slowly pulled the fabric down over your butt. Pausing to squeeze again, this time with a little bite on the left cheek. You squeaked at the feel of his teeth on you. “Shh baby girl.” It was definitely an order. The authority was creeping into the situation slowly.

You stepped out of your skirt as it fell to your feet, kicking to away with your top. In one very swift move Zack had stood up, turned you to face him and then span you both so that your back hit the mattress with him craning over your body. One hands holding himself up beside your head, the other creeping up your thigh. Eyes burning their way up your body to meet yours.

“You are so beautiful and so well behaved.” Zack purred leaning down closer to you.

For the first time since all these games started Zack pressed his lips to yours, so gentle at first but a fever soon boiled over within him becoming more desperate and bruising. Trailing down to your neck with bites and suckles, Zack’s hands made quick work of your bra throwing it off to join your other clothes. You let out a whimper as his hips met yours, legs instinctively raising around his waist to grant more friction. His tongue swirled one nipple whilst a thumb played with the other. Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to take in the pleasure around you, this time letting out a more substantial moan. Zack sat up on his knees instantly.

“Now, angel, I'm going to let that one slide. But please be a good girl and stay quiet for me.” You may have heeded his warning if he hadn't also been thumbing a circle around your still clothed clit, but instead you moaned softly again. Without skipping a beat his free hand was on your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. “That one is not excused.” Zack’ voice was harsher than you'd ever heard it before if this were any other situation you'd have been terrified of him. But the dark lustfulness that filled his eyes made you want to beg for more.

“You will stay silent during this, or I will punish you” Zack stepped back off the bed, pulling your panties with him. Grabbing your legs he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and knelt down between them. His hot and heavy breath ghosting over you was almost enough alone to send you over.

He grasped both of wrists to hold then by your side and placed little kisses to your inner thighs getting ever closer to you wet center. Zack’s warm tongue pressed into you whilst he sucked on your clit. His grip on your wrists was solid as you desperately tried to pull them free, wanting to cover your face to help stifle any noise you may let out. Your breathing was erratic as you writhed under him, the first orgasm hitting you like a train. He released your arms and stood wiping his mouth with his tshirt as he pulled it off.

“Good girl, and so tasty for me,” His smirk audible. “Play with yourself for me.” One of your hands slid down to your sensitive spot and your gently caressed yourself as he pulled off his jeans and boxers, standing over you as he nursed his thick hardon. Zack climbed back onto you and nudged your hand out of the way. With no warning he pushed the head of his cock into you. One of your hands flew straight to cover your mouth, the other to Zack’ chest in an effort to stall him. He removed both, lifting them above your head as he leant down to kiss you, slipping further into you, bottoming out as the kiss ended. Your pussy tight and pulsing around him already, you tried to wordlessly beg him to move. With a smirk and a kiss to your jaw Zack started a slow pace. Despite all the demands and control, this still felt passionate. Zack still wanted to please you. So once again you lost yourself in the moment as your hand slid into his hair, letting out a breathy “Fuck..” when you tugged lightly on his hair.

The noise that erupted from within Zack was animalistic. Before you could even gauge what was happening, you were laying on your front. “You were doing so well, baby, but you had to spoil it.” Smack. His hand crashed down on your ass. You bit into the bed covers to hide your scream. “You have to learn to behave yourself.” Smack. Your other check receiving the same treatment. Zack pushed your knees to bend so your ass was presented to him. “As it seems there's no point asking you to stay quiet-” he said venomously “you can carry on, but I'm not playing nice anymore.”

He reentered you fully, this time not pausing for you to adjust, thrusting into you with much more power. Taking a handful of your hair Zack pulled you up so you were pressed against him. His other hand traveled to you clit to rub circles as he continued to pound into you. A second wave of euphoria crashes over you, twitches and shaking within his arms. Screaming his name and a mix of curses. Zack manhandled you so that you were on your knees on the floor pushing his cock into your mouth and fucking it until he came hot streams of cum down your throat with a load groan. As he pulled out of you, you let his load dribble slightly out of your lips, eyes wide and watering, looking up at him for approval. “Look at you, filthy slut.” Zack pulled a tissue from the nightstand to wipe away the mess as you swallowed the rest. He smiled as he helped you back to your feet. Lifting the covers and pulling you in with him. “You're a good girl, but you really do need to learn to do as you're told.” Zack kissed you on the lips, the cheek, the forehead. Stroking your back to aid you in your come down, you both drifted off.

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domesticblisss · 3 years

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Comerte Entera

Jay White x Female Reader Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1155 Warnings: Fluff? Enemies to lovers, sexual innuendos, the beginning of smut. Summary: Jay hates the new backstage event coordinator and she hates him back. Inspired by C-Tangana’s song, “Comerte Entera” A/N: Was listening to this today and the first thing that came to mind was enemies to lovers with Jay. Despite the title being in spanish, the story is written in english! (there will be a bit of spanish and portuguese in the mix because of the lyrics.) Also, maybe y’all should listen to the song while y’all read it.

Entera, comerte entera

Comerte—

He met her when he came back to Japan for his full time run. She was a new addition to the administrative personnel that took care and made sure that the shows ran smoothly. Coordinating the team, she took care of the schedules, making sure the talent cut their promo on time and not extending it so it wouldn’t ruin the slot for the next wrestler. It was also under her wing the maintenance of the media room, where the camera people should be positioned, where the wrestlers should cut their promos, if there’s enough water for them or if the air conditioning was comfortable enough for not to cause a heat shock for those who just got back from their matches.

No puedo más que pensar

En tu forma de hablar

Roneando, mmm

She was known for having a strong personality, even thought she was friendly and almost a mother to those who worked under her, she was a completely different person when it came to the wrestlers, specially the gaijins. Jay would be amused watching from afar how she handled Finlay and Juice when they decided to act up, he won’t even get started on how he felt when he saw how done she always was with Ospreay and his girlfriend, the only gaijin she was actually friends with was Zack Sabre Jr.

She was a mystery to most, a mystery Jay would love to solve.

No puedo más que pensar

En tu culo al pasar

Rebotando

All of that curiosity came to a stop when her feisty personality made its way to him. It began when he started to demand that chairs were laid out for him during his segments and she even went out of her way to explain, calmly, to him that she couldn’t have one in front of the camera.

He took it to heart, and every single week he would make a show about it, about how he wanted his goddamned chair, and she would always tell him “Jay, we run on a schedule, I can’t put on a chair for you and take it off as you please. You know it’s ‘come, say your piece and go’.”

Things got really bad when he decided to grab one poor camera woman and bring her in front of the cameras to demand the fucking chair. She waited for him to end his show, gave him enough time to leave the room and went after him. She doesn’t know what possessed her, but next thing she knew, she had grabbed Jay by his forearm and slammed him against a wall, got on his face and “If you ever touch another person of my crew again, I will end you. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care if you are the top guy in this company or that I’m getting fired for this, but I will end you.” all Jay did was give her one of his signature “full of himself” smirk as she left.

“I told you not to mess with her.” Gedo shook his head and left Jay thinking.

Y en tu forma de atarte el pelo con una cola, para atrás

Quiero agarrarte, no aguanto más sin

Jay wouldn’t admit, but all he had on his mind that week was the way she grabbed his arm, the way she slammed him against the wall and the way her nose almost touched his lips.

She wouldn’t admit, but all she had on her mind that week was the way Jay cradled the camera woman’s neck on his hands, the way he squeezed her cheeks and the stupid smirk he gave her after she exploded with him.

Comerte entera (Ey)

On the following weeks, Jay slowed down a bit, still made his chair demands and would make a snarky comment or two towards her when she was nearby, but nothing that disrupted her peace.

That was until the fateful day where he thought, for some reason, that Yujiro and the Bullet Club were conspiring against him to take his win on the Jay-1. He did what he did best: started screaming around, grabbing chairs out of one of the crew members hand and threw them around, almost hurting a few passers-by. Gedo had to intervene to calm him down, telling him nothing was happening, that no one was turning against him and that he was going to talk to Yuji.

Once again, she waited for them to leave, giving them a few minutes and went after the two men. She found jay by himself, crouched by the door of his locker room. She walked slowly to him, stopping in front of him before speaking.

“What is wrong with you?”

He looked up to her and laughed, the same laugh he always gave when he was about to lose it.

Essa mina é um perigo (Ey)

É um perigo (Ey)

Essa mina é um perigo (Ey)

É um perigo (Ey)

“What did I tell you the last time you touched one of my friends? What do you want, Jay?”

He propped himself on his two feet in one quick move, opened his locker room door and pulled her him. He was quicker than she could process, and next thing she knows, she is pressed against the door, its knob pressing tight against her back and Jay’s body pressed even tighter against hers, his beard scratching the skin of her face, his lips furiously pulling hers in. She protested a bit before giving in.

Soon his lips made their way down her neck, leaving wet trails on their path, biting her, marking her, making her moan. She could feel how hard he was and mixed with how rough his touches were, it was driving her insane. She got back to her sane state of mind when she felt one of his hands getting inside her bra and pinching one of her nipples.

“I can’t do this.” she said, pushing him away.

“I knew you would back out. Fucking weak.”

She slapped him. “I can’t do this right now, you dumb fuck. I still have four segments to film, and I have to wrap up everything.” Trying to get it together, she tied her hair up and smoothed her clothes down.

Jay gave her a sheepish smile, his cheeks blushing. “Oh, ok. I’m sorry. I’m at the Hilton too, room 1206. Meet me there?” he asked her, shyly, looking like a completely different person.

“Yeah, two hours top.”

She was about to open the door when he grabbed her again, held her by the hair and slammed their lips together once more. This time the kiss was slower, both of them making sure to cherish it. Jay finally let her go, smoothing her hair before she opened the door.

“Bye.”

“Bye, see ya in a few.” she winked.

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 4 years

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Bad Guy

Here’s a bit of NJPW angst/ mild smut with an OFC who’s the worst person ever.

Pairing: Will Ospreay/ Bea Priestley/ Zack Sabre Jr./ OFC(Lauren)

Word Count: 4,573

Content advisory: somewhat explicit sexual content, language, mature themes

It wasn’t often that you let yourself into Zack’s apartment but today felt like a bit of an emergency. You were sitting on his kitchen counter, enjoying your third glass of wine when he walked in, jumping back in shock before giving you a warm grin.

“Damn, Lauren, you could have at least texted me to tell me you were going to be here!” he exclaimed, pretending to give you a punch in the nose.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just needed to talk to someone and I wasn’t sure what you might have heard.” You gave him the most apologetic puppy dog eyes you could muster. He’d given you his spare keys in case of emergency, not to let yourself in and lie in wait so you could ambush him with emotional baggage and drama.

“What I might have heard?” He reached into the fridge and took out a beer.

“You know, yeasts are living things, Zack,” you mock him, knowing he hates how you constantly try to parse his veganism.

“You know, you can get the fuck out of here any time you want,” is his response.

“I’m sorry,” you whine, slipping off the counter and following him to his living room. “I’m in trouble, Zacky.”

The use of the pet name gets his attention and he shakes his head as he drops to the puffy chair he loves best. You crawl onto the sofa, getting yourself as close as possible so that he can see your expression is so pathetic and helpless and he knows that you need him.

“What kind of trouble?” he sighs.

“Relationship trouble.”

“Again?” He sounds exasperated and takes a long pull of his beer. “What’s wrong now?”

“It’s just…”

“I thought things with Bea were cool,” he groans.

Yes, it’s true, you take advantage of Zack’s shoulder to cry on way too often. He was the first friend you made in Japan and as a result, the person who’d become your go-to for all the relationship angst you went through. You would be there for him, too, of course, except that he never seemed to have any of the drama that you did. Not long after you’d arrived, you’d hooked up with a much older man and then discovered he was married. Then you’d taken up with a woman who worked as a photographer for New Japan and who was a visual artist outside her job. You’d found it frustrating how she always seemed too busy for you and had ended up cheating on her with a woman who worked in one of the galleries where she had an exhibit. Then it had been some wannabe biker who’d turned out to be living with his parents and tens of thousands of dollars in debt, looking for a sugar mommy. Then there was a torrid affair with a trainer at Stardom, which eventually led to misery and made you determined that you were going to get back on your feet by seducing their top gaijin star, Bea Priestley.

You’d always found Bea hot with her punk look and blase attitude, but after you’d been definitively dumped by the trainer at Stardom, you’d decided that she was the reason you really wanted to be around that promotion. Your job required you to flit back and forth between New Japan and Stardom ever since they’d been joined under the same corporate umbrella; but you convinced yourself that the reason you were spending time at Stardom was not because of the woman you’d been on-and-off with for months, but because you’d really wanted to be close to Bea.

Yes, you knew that she was in a relationship with Will Ospreay. And you knew that she identified as straight. Nevertheless, you’d been almost embarrassingly flirtatious with her, encouraged at every step by the fact that she seemed flattered and a bit excited to receive your attention. You’d test her occasionally by making a point of flirting with someone else and were gratified that it always resulted in her clinging to you. Yes, you decided, this was the person you had a future with.

The two of you hung out quite a bit: she’d come over to your place to watch movies, or you’d go out together and end up drunk in some karaoke bar laughing yourselves stupid, or you’d drag her to modern art exhibits as a way of introducing her to the culture. You never pushed the sexual element. You waited for that to happen on its own.

One night, she’d come over to watch movies and you’d carefully made some selections you’d hoped would raise questions in her mind: The Runaways, Henry and June, Bound.

You hadn’t been wrong. After the first bottle of wine, she’d begun shyly asking you what it was like having sex with a woman, giggling a little when you seemed surprised that she’d never tried it. She admitted that she’d made out with girls before but she felt like she hadn’t really known what to do from there. You’d laughed and reassured her that pleasing women was even easier than pleasing men if you already knew how to please yourself. You kept to your end of the sofa so that she wouldn’t feel like you were pressuring her.

By the end of the second bottle of wine, you had your face buried in her pussy, listening to her scream and cry as you brought her to orgasm again and again, her juices coating your face. She swore up and down that no one had ever made her cum like that and you could see from the dazed look in her eyes that it was true. You’d eventually had to help her to the bed when you decided to go to sleep. She was still gasping as you guided her under the covers. You made a point of tucking yourself in at a discrete distance from her.

The next morning, you’d awoken to her stroking your thigh, eyes locked on you with a feverish intensity.

“I want to try,” she whispered, rubbing her fingers over your pussy. “I want to make you cum too.”

You’d given her a knowing smile and separated your legs to give her access.

“I don’t know what to do,” she added shyly.

“Sweetheart, I have the same parts as you do. Start with what you like.”

She had and you’d given her only slight prompts to make sure she could get you off. You made a big show of thrashing against her hand, of moaning and telling her how good she was, how amazing she was making you feel, and when you reached orgasm, you made sure that it looked like the orgasm of the century. Her face was priceless, turned on by your excitement and thrilled that she’d been able to excite you so much. You’d fingered her to orgasm twice before packing her off home to her boyfriend.

It had taken you less than two weeks to claim her as your own. You helped her move her things out of the apartment she shared with Will as he watched in shock fighting the tears that periodically welled up in his eyes and the telltale quiver of his bottom lip. Like any man, he couldn’t believe that she was abandoning him for another woman. It had been hard for you not to laugh in his face.

“Sure,” you mumbled, helping yourself to another glass of wine, “Bea’s fine. We’re, you know, we’re ok.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like you’re ok at all,” Zack grumbled, going to retrieve another beer from the fridge.

“It’s weird, you know? Living with someone. It’s really… close.”

He gives you a little smack on the head as he re-enters the living room and settles in his chair once again.

“Yeah, that’s how living together works. You get close. You share all each other’s shitty personal stuff.”

“Well I haven’t done this before,” you whine. “I’m not even sure I like women.”

“Then why do you keep dating them?” he exclaims, frustration ripe in his voice.

“I mean, I like them. But I like men too.”

Zack’s eyes lock onto you with an annoyed expression. “Fucking hell. There’s a guy in the picture, isn’t there?”

You widen your eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“I didn’t mean for anything to start, I just…”

“Goddamnit, Lauren. Why do you always do this to yourself? Why do you always do it to other people? You get into a stable relationship and you sabotage it. You wanted Bea. You wanted her for months and now you have her and you’re running around with some guy because you can’t handle that things worked out. Every fucking time you do this.”

“No,” you insist, “this was different. This was just messed up and I don’t know what happened.”

Zack rolls his soft brown eyes. “I’m guessing what happened is that you fucked some guy and now you’re thinking you’re over Bea because you want this guy. And when you get him, you’ll want something else.”

You lower your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m serious, Zack, I’m in trouble.”

His expression changes immediately to one of concern. “What kind of trouble? What do you need me to do?”

Although you’d wanted to avoid being around the New Japan talent, you’d been sent on the road with them for the G1, making sure everything was properly organized. You’d wanted to be assigned to work with the B Block, where Zack was competing. Instead, you’d been assigned to work with the A Block, which included Will Ospreay. Since you couldn’t very well avoid him in that case, you made a point of looking as confident and arrogant as possible every time you crossed paths.

You couldn’t miss the murderous looks he directed at you. You knew he was still sending sad, lovelorn messages to Bea, begging for a reconciliation, telling her that you could never give her what he could. Lately, you’d been inclined to tell her that maybe he was right and she should consider going back, but you weren’t going to let on to him.

The guys generally gathered around him when you were anywhere in the vicinity. They didn’t want to expose him to the radiation of the toxic dyke who’d stolen his girlfriend away. You also suspected that a lot of the men worried you were going to come for their wives and girlfriends while you were at it, something that gave you no small amount of pride.

Having his insecure mates forming a wall between you was fine as far as you were concerned but then Bea had forwarded you a text he’d sent her, basically saying that you were fucking around while on tour. The story was a straight-up lie and you were furious that he’d make up such a story, and even more so that you had thought about it but hadn’t acted, so you were being accused of something that you’d gallantly decided not to do. Bea didn’t actually take it seriously because the story came from Will and, as she put it, he was the last person to figure anything out, ever.

Nevertheless, you were indignant that your good-girlfriendship was being questioned by this poor loser and you’d marched into the chaos locker rooms right after his match, landing a solid punch on his pectoral muscle before he’d managed to hurl an insult in your direction.

“What the fuck?!” he yelped, swatting at the hand that you’d already withdrawn.

“What the fuck yourself? Where do you get off making up stories about me, telling my girlfriend that I’m cheating on her?” You folded your arms tightly across your chest and scowled at him, hoping you came off as dangerous and not funny despite your tiny stature. “Oh, wait,” you added venomously, “I know where you get off. It’s right there in the palm of your greasy little hand because the woman you’re in love with would rather be with me.”

Something exploded in the depths of Will’s eyes and you saw all the muscles in his chest and arms, so alarmingly inflated since he had his heart broken, tense up as he took a few steps towards you.

Goto appeared at your side and laid a light but firm hand on your arm. “You’re leaving now, Lauren,” he said in his even, commanding voice.

“You’re damn right I am,” you snapped, shaking his hold and storming out the door in the same rage you’d come in a moment earlier.

You heard a quick exchange of voices behind you before the familiar voice with its football-hooligan English accent, shouting at you to hold up.

It was a sort of blur of insults and cursing for a few minutes, the stormcloud of fury building behind you. You can’t clearly remember what happened between the clash of words and being up against the wall with him buried inside you, only that some kind of insane rush seemed to overtake you at the same moment. He had one of your legs draped over his arm and his hold on your ass is so tight it was painful. At the same time, your fingernails dug deep enough into his shoulders that you knew he’d be sporting a telltale ring of bruises the next time he stepped into the ring. You’d indulged in hatefucks before but this was a whole other level, your bodies incandescent with anger, slamming into each other like weapons as you both tried- unsuccessfully- to muffle your moans of pleasure. Anyone could have seen you going at it, and what a juicy morsel of gossip that would have been, but in the moment you hadn’t cared a bit.

Neither of you even acknowledged the other as you shifted your clothing back into its proper position and gone your separate ways. You’d barely even breathed. You hoped that he hadn’t looked back and seen that you were unsteady on your legs as you made your way down the hall, reassuring yourself that you wouldn’t have to face the consequences of this. You’d go back to avoiding each other. Neither one of you was going to want to confront this.

Bea didn’t receive any other provocative text messages. The G1 tour went on. Things went back to normal.

But it wasn’t normal. If you even caught a glimpse of Will’s fluffy blonde hair, you felt hot all over for a good quarter hour. The two of you still glared at each other when you were in proximity, but it wasn’t the same. The hate was edged with want. You found yourself mindlessly drifting closer to wherever Chaos had converged and at the same time, he seemed to show up in your field of vision more than ever, often alone. So, of course, it wasn’t very long at all until it happened again. And again. Then it was like you found yourself bent over a table or bouncing on his lap or on your knees in front of him every day, a couple of times more than once in a day.

The pure hatred and anger morphed so that you were having hot, passionate, dirty sex that you found yourself daydreaming about between the times it was actually happening. The two of you noticed little things about the other, like how the sound of you moaning and whimpering softly drove him into a flat-out frenzy, or how he figured out that the feeling of his breath on the sensitive shell of your ear was enough to take you from teetering on the edge to going right over it. These sessions stayed wordless, other than a few exclamations during the act itself, and always in places where you were able to escape immediately.

Other things changed too. You were lax and forgetful about contacting Bea or responding to her messages, even more so when she seemed to be hurt by your indifferent behavior. Even observing him from a distance, you could see that Will was cheerier, less brooding. The spoken exchanges the two of you had remained barbed, but rather than vicious, they became a little playful. Once, you caught yourself smirking that you’d fucked him well enough to get him over his broken heart and then you remembered why that was an insane thing for you of all people to feel good about.

It was by chance, you were certain, that the two of you had ended up checking into your hotel at the same time after he’d had a particularly gruelling match and a truly impressive win and you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a humorous shot at him.

So instead you gave him a sort of half-sarcastic smile and said, “Ok, you were actually pretty good tonight.”

He rolled his eyes as if you hadn’t just complimented him for the first time ever.

“Come celebrate?” he mumbled, barely audible.

“Yeah,” you grunted in response as the two of you entered the elevator.

That night had been completely different. It wasn’t like you could avoid speaking or making eye contact for hours and it wasn’t like you were just going for a quickie in a dark corner. For the first time, you’d been able to take your time with each other and spread the passion you’d built over hours. You’d really enjoyed the arrogant prick who’d fucked you like he was trying to make you disintegrate but seeing that pride and arrogance mixed with a boyish desire to please was hot in a different, profound way. You’d passed out in his bed without even bothering to ask if it was ok.

The next morning, you were both still tender from your exertions and he was feeling every hit from his match. You woke up slowly, exchanging gentle touches and made slow, romantic love. It wasn’t your preference when it came to sex but it felt thrilling because of where it had come from.

Zack is on his fourth beer, the bottle hovering before his lips as he stares at you, jaw slack as you share your story.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” he gasps.

You shake your head.

He drains the bottle in one long gulp and slams it down on the table, making you jump. “You cannot be serious, Lauren! Of all the things to pull! Of all the people! I have seen you do some heinous shit but even for you this is vile.”

You press your eyes closed and nod, blinking and putting on your most contrite face.

“Have you told Bea any of this? What am I saying, of course you fucking haven’t. You’re just going to wait for her to find out by accident. I cannot believe you!”

“I want to talk to her,” you squeak. “Really I do. I want to do the right thing.” Catching his arched eyebrows, you add, “I want to make it as right as I can.”

Zack shakes his head and stares out the window into the sparkling Tokyo night. “I have never met anyone like you. I hope to god there aren’t anymore people like you.”

He’s silent for so long that you’re afraid you’ve finally crossed a dreaded line, that he’s going to tell you to leave and stay the hell away from him. At the same time, you feel like anything you say is only going to make things worse. So you let him have his quiet and wait meekly, hoping he’ll come back to you.

“Do you have feelings for him?”

“I do,” you admit.

His face is angled away from you, so you could almost miss the little twitch of the muscles around his eyes and mouth.

“You know you’re a rebound for him,” he growls, turning back to face you.

“Probably. I mean, I think he has feelings too but I know he has to be all over the place with everything that’s happened.”

“What’s the best outcome you can possibly envision here? You think the two of you just hook up and get married and keep working in this business?”

“No,” you answer shame-facedly.

“The two of you are awe-inspiringly stupid. And I say that as someone who loves you both.”

“I know.”

“So what do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know and I’m afraid. I know I screw up all the time. I make a mess of everything. But this is different. This is… if I can get through it then I’m done with being that person.”

Zack gives a little laugh and his expression softens. “Well I’ve never heard you say that before.”

“You don’t think I can change?”

“I don’t think you’ve tried. But if you did… I think you could do anything you put your mind to.”

“I know that I’m constantly running to you and getting you involved in my drama. And I have no right to do that and I certainly do have the right to come begging you for help again but I really need you.”

“You know I’m never going to tell you to get lost. No matter how horrible you are.”

“Zacky, I’m pregnant.”

His eyes grow impossibly wide as a whole catalogue of emotions run through them.

“How?” he stammers.

You gape at him.

“I mean,” he’s so flustered he can barely form words. “You did all this and you didn’t use any kind of protection?”

“Well the first few times it wasn’t the sort of situation where we were thinking of it and I guess after that, there just didn’t seem to be a point.”

“Lauren, there was a very good bloody point.” He huffs in exasperation. “Does he know?”

You shake your head.

“You’re putting me in a hell of a position here. He’s my friend too.”

“Please don’t yell at me,” you plead.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He rises from his chair and comes to sit next to you, taking your hand in his. “What are you going to do?” he asks gently.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I can do.” A few tears fall down your face and you wipe them away with vigor.

“Lauren,” he takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand tighter, “you know I’ll be there for you, you know I’ll support you whatever you decide to do, but I need to say this for the record just this once: you would be a terrible mother.”

More tears fall and his face contorts a little, obviously hating that he’s said something hurtful, even if it was necessary. He uses his free hand to wipe your face and looks at you with a sad, caring expression.

“I know I would. But I don’t know, maybe I could do it.”

“Do you want a child?”

“No. Yes. Eventually. I don’t know what my medical situation is here and it’s not like I have tons of time. I’m scared to death and then I start thinking that I’m never going to decide that I’m ready so I should just treat this like fate and go for it but I can’t even imagine what my life is going to be like, or if I could be happy as a mother…”

“This would not be about wanting to change. You’d have to change and fucking quick.”

Your head drops and you give a dry sob. “I never mean for these things to happen.”

Zack wraps his arms around you and presses his head against yours, shaking it a little.

“I know you don’t,” he reassures you. “But you do have an exceptional gift for bringing chaos.”

He holds you close like that, keeping you warm and safe and letting you melt into the feeling that someone cares for you no matter how badly you screw up. After resting like that for a while, you ease your knee between his legs. His body stiffens a little but gradually relaxes again and you stay like that for several minutes before edging the knee just a bit higher. This time you can feel something else stiffen a little. You lift your face, nuzzling against his cheek, brushing your lips against his flushed skin. The lean muscles in his arms are twitchy, nervous, but he doesn’t pull away.

You’ve always been dimly aware that Zack’s feelings for you aren’t entirely friendly. You figure he’s seen too much to risk making any kind of move or declaration, but while he has been a great friend, better than you deserve, you know that it’s partly because he just wants to be around you. But you’d never really thought about it until that moment tonight when you thought he might be about to tell you to get out.

Ever so slowly, you tilt your head so that your lips brush against his and you let them stay like that a second before you start to kiss him. Relief and gratification wash over you as he returns the kiss, your lips tapping softly at each other’s, but before it can become more, he pulls back a little.

“What is this?”

“I think this is what I really want. I think maybe I just do all these stupid things because they don’t matter as long as I have you. I think I’d like to stop being stupid.”

“What about Will? And Bea?”

“I’ll figure it out. I made this mess and I’ll find a way to clean it up. I just want you with me when I do.”

You lean in and kiss him, really kiss him, open lips, pressing your body against him, and he responds. He presses his tongue into your mouth letting out a thrilling gasp when you respond in kind, as if he still thought you were going to change your mind and run away. He eases you onto his lap and you rock your hips against him as your kiss deepens and grows more urgent. There’s no missing how excited he is now and you lean back, letting him see the smile on your face as you feel what he has waiting for you. Biting his lip he pushes you down and rubs harder against you.

“You really mean it?” he moans.

“I always mean what I say to you. And you’re the only person I’ve ever really needed.”

You curl your arms around him, relishing the way his breath catches in response to your movements, the feeling of his heart going at a rabbit’s pace.

“I mean, if you don’t want anything else, I’m a free fuck. I’m already pregnant.”

He slows his movements and looks you in the eyes, all seriousness and intensity.

“You know I want more than that.”

“So do I,” you whisper, staring back and trying to match his sincerity.

The two of you kiss again, feverishly, no longer worrying about where things are going.

Yes, you’ve made a big mistake. You’ve made a lot of big mistakes and compounded them. But Zach is there and he can make things ok, you tell yourself. Whatever you decide to do, you can change this time, you can make this work. It’s not the wild passion you have with Will, or the sense of satisfaction you got from winning Bea, but this can be nice, it can be secure and intimate, things you’ve never tried before. You could learn to love those things, you think as Zack gently lifts your shirt over your head. You could learn.

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