#shingo takagi fanfic

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

His Consolation

Sunday Smut! Aside from my obvious lust for the Switchblade, which I’ve clearly been indulging, my NJPW favorite is Shingo Takagi. I just go weak with that powerful, dominant vibe and it makes me furious that he’s had such a rough run in the G1 thus far. I wasn’t expecting him to win (although a showdown between him and Naito would be pretty amazing), but I can’t believe they’ve had him stumble this much. 

So that was my frame of mind when writing this, obviously set after he went 0-2 in the tournament. 

Pairing: Shingo Takagi x OMC

Word count: 1,340

Content advisory: graphic sexual content, references to homophobia

It broke my heart to see him like this. After such a long stretch of near invincibility, seeing Shingo lose his title to Minoru Suzuki and then lose his first two G1 matches made me feel a bit sick. I knew he was better than that. I knew that he was capable of crushing any opposition in his path in New Japan; But I was starting to worry that he couldn’t see it himself. 

I went to the ring to help him from the ring after the loss to Jeff Cobb. I held an ice pack against his neck and walked him back to the LIJ room, handling the last stretch by myself as the other Young Lions made their way back to prepare for the next match. The room was deserted, the others off watching from the VIP booths or, in the case of Sanada and Naito, preparing for matches the next night. I hated the idea that Shingo was alone, not that I didn’t think he enjoyed being alone but because I felt like he could enjoy his time so much more if he would spend some of it with me. 

I had been trying for months to escape from my fantasies about him, but as I walked him into the LIJ dressing room, I could not help but try to soothe some of the hurt he was feeling. So, as I slipped from under his arm and saw him glaring furiously into the distance, I wrapped my arms around his thick body and ran my tongue up the muscles of his neck, finally  giving a light kiss to his earlobe. 

Startled, he immediately swung his arm back, a gesture that could have knocked me to the floor if I hadn’t darted out of range. 

“What the hell are you playing at?” he barked, murderous dark eyes fixed on me. 

“I was just…” I know that there was no real explanation I could offer. “I’m so sorry Takagi-san.”

I tried to slink to the door with a posture of one who knows he has offended someone far above his station. My sexuality was something I liked to believe was a secret but I knew that word got around and that it was likely that most of the New Japan roster was aware that I was gay, even if it wasn’t something I was prepared to publicize at the moment. 

Making a pass at Shingo Takagi was a huge mistake. I knew he was straight. I knew that he was as ornery as the other members of Los Ingobernales de Japon and the look he gave me had my blood running cold at the thought that I could be exposed or even that he could hurt me for offending his masculinity. It was dangerous, negotiating the sexuality of the wrestlers. On the one hand, they were all about brotherhood and male bonding, going through women like tissues. On the other hand, they had that fragility, that need to reinforce their meterosexual virility. 

I felt sick at the thought of how quickly I could lose my job, how one word from him about my indiscretion would see me cast into the street without any kind of severance pay or a reference. And at the same time, I savored at the taste of his skin and in my mouth, my cock growing a little hard just at the thought of him using me. 

I cowered, gathering the ice packs that we’d applied to Shingo’s powerful body and made my way to the exit without looking back at him. With him, there was always the chance that his confidence in his manliness was enough that he’d just shrug the incident off, and that I could avoid being terminated if I just kept my distance. I stayed as far away from him as I could physically manage and slunk towards the door like a beaten dog, not daring to raise my eyes.

“Hey, Masami!” The barked interjection made me turn around, my shoulders tilted downward.  

“Yes sir,” I responded, terrified to look at his eyes right away. 

Shingo sat sprawled on the long sofa, ordered especially for LIJ and the site, I knew well, of dozens of encounters with the opposite sex. His arms rested on the back of the sofa and his legs were spread as he gave me a dangerous glare, tinted just a little with a darkly humorous edge.  

“Come on,” he barked. 

My eyes widened, not quite believing what I was hearing. 

“Hurry up,” he growled, obviously impatient. “Suck me off already.”

I placed the ice packs gingerly on the ground and approached him timidly. No matter what he was saying, I knew there was the chance that when I got within arm’s reach of him, he’d beat my head into the ground until he felt my skull crack. But as I approached, he made no move, glancing down at the bulge in his tights as I lowered myself to my knees before him. I eased the fabric down, surprised when he lifted his hips to help me do so. Immediately, I pressed my face at the top of his thigh, planting wet kisses over the flesh all around. I was a little hurt when I realized that his cock remained flaccid despite my ministrations. 

“Get on with it,” he ordered. 

I wasn’t used to having to excite a man from nothing but I drew his whole dick into my mouth, pushing all the way down to his balls and working the space between them with my tongue until I felt him becoming erect. I pulled back a little, using my hand to stroke him until he was swollen rigid, drawing the tip of my tongue along the seam of his cock, gratified by the shudder that ran through his body as I did. 

Continuing to swirl my tongue over the mushroom head and twisting my hand over the base of him, I glanced up to see that he had let his head fall back and had closed his eyes as he groaned, probably imagining some doe-eyed girl was pleasuring him rather than me. 

Nevertheless, the sounds he was making and the sensation every time he bucked his hips in response to my sucking and licking was like a drug and I wanted to make it last as long as possible, holding back just a little every time I felt he was getting close, edging him further little by little and delighting in his increasingly loud moans. 

I started when he grabbed me by the hair, forcing me down on him so that my nose struck his pelvic bone. I gagged at the intrusion before I was able to settle my breathing and take him deeper in my throat, the muscles constricting around him. I could do nothing now except raise my eyes to see him, even as they were blurred with tears. 

As my vision cleared, I saw that he was no longer reclined, but staring right at me with a terrifying intensity. His eyes continued to bear down on me as he mercilessly fucked my face, harder and faster until I felt his cum hot in my throat. Still he held my head in place. 

“Clean it off,” he hissed, loosening his grip a little. 

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on him, finally sliding away, having swallowed every drop. He regarded me expressionlessly, his tongue pushed into his cheek before pulling his tights back up. 

Understanding that this was my cue to leave, I slunk back towards the door, not daring to look at him again. I bent my body in an attempt to hide that I was half-hard just from the pleasure of being used by him, making myself look all the more awkward. 

As I opened the door, I heard his commanding voice once again. 

“Hey!”

I shyly looked back, trembling to meet his steady gaze. 

“That helped,” he grunted. 

I nodded and sheepishly made my exit, my cheeks flushed with excitement and pride.

[itsburup]

Hey, hi, hello... can some direct me towards some Shingo Takagi fanfic (perf. 18+)?! I cannot fiiiiind any. TIA

[norri-toad]

Psst i finally finished the fic! enjoy!

[ghostofviperwrites]

Caught

Requested by: @ghoulsister1

Featuring: Naito & Shingo Takagi

Word Count: 706

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied threesome

16.          Do you think you can take us both in?

It started innocently enough.  Laying on the couch in your sleep wear consisting of a little cami top and your panties, Naito’s head resting on your thigh as he laid between your leg and the back of the couch.  Your hand rested in his hair, idly playing with the strands reading your book as Naito watched the baseball game on the television.  

When Shingo Takagi had shown up, you were surprised having been under the impression today was a day for just you and Naito to chill out.  Naito hadn’t been surprised, not bothering to move as he invited Shingo to let himself in and pinching your thigh when you scrambled to cover yourself up.  Instead you had to greet Shingo from your somewhat compromising position with too much flesh on display and skin fire engine red.  

Your blush only spread as Shingo made a slow perusal of you, his lips turning up in a smirk as he met your eyes before making himself comfortable on the sofa that sat kitty-corner to the couch.   You bit your lip, waiting for Naito to say something, anything, about his friend’s blatant appraisal, but were only met with silence as the two men returned their attention to the game on the screen. 

As they seemed to ignore you, you relaxed focusing on your book and tuning out their chatter about the game.  Occasionally your eyes couldn’t help but wander from your page, peeking at Shingo over the rim of the book.  Truth be told you were harboring a bit of a crush on the newest member of LIJ.  Something about the thick, intense man captured your attention and reminded you in many ways of Naito.   The third time you took a look, you quickly averted your eyes as he was staring back at you.  Flushing you quickly buried your head in your book and shifted uncomfortably making Naito grumble in complaint.  

Despite your best efforts, moments later you again found yourself peeking over at Shingo.  He was watching the game this time, and you took advantage of his inattention to take your eyes on a leisurely stroll over his body, admiring the way his jeans clung to his thick thighs and imagining what they would feel like beneath your fingers.  

“Your woman keeps staring at me like she wants to fuck me Naito.”  Shingo’s amused voice broke your stare and you were aghast to realize you were caught staring yet again.  You quickly shook your head in denial as Naito shifted his body to look up at you then over at Shingo before pushing himself up to a sitting position. 

“You want to fuck Shingo?”  Naito asked. 

“No!”  I said vehemently, my head shaking violently in denial. 

“Then why do you keep staring at him?” He asked.  “And don’t deny it.  I saw you in the mirror.”  His chin jutted out, indicating the mirrored back wall of the television cabinet in which I was clearly visible.  I was so used to the thing I had completely forgotten the mirrors were even there. 

Caught red handed I could do nothing but shrug sheepishly.  My head hanging in shame. 

“I’m sorry.”  I mumbled.  “I was just looking.  It didn’t mean I want to fuck him.” 

Shingo snorted making my head jerk up and I glared at him as he laughed. 

“Please.  I know when a woman wants me.  You were practically undressing me with your eyes.”  Shingo said. 

“Maybe we should give her what she wants.”  Naito mused looking from me to Shingo.  “Maybe we should both fuck her.” 

I gasped at his crude words, but they had an immediate effect on me, my panties feeling like they were flooding with juices as I pictured being taken by the two virile men at the same time.  Naito turned and danced his fingers up my thighs until they came to the apex of my legs, teasing them over my visibly wet mound.  

“What do you think baby?”  He teased pressing his knuckle against my clit.  “Do you think you can take us both in?”

[ghostofviperwrites]

Learning

Featuring:  Sanada/FC/Shingo

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 2584

Warnings: Threesome mmf, language, degradation and humiliation

After his setback with Kana a few months ago, Sanada had been a downright mess.  It was quite apparent the scars left behind in her wake ran much deeper than any of them, including Sanada himself had known.  Over the past month the fissures had finally started to mend and Sanada was getting back to his old self.  Given the absolute devastation and self-destructiveness that Sanada had gone through, his brothers weren’t quite ready to let him out on his own though.  One of them was always there to tag along on his exploits.  They tried to be subtle about it, to make it look like they weren’t babysitting him, but they had failed miserably.  Sanada knew what they were up to, but he wasn’t going to call them out.  He knew how bad he had gotten during that dark period and if it was one of them he would be doing the same thing. 

Tonight the guys were in a bit of a quandary.  Sanada made it quite clear he planned to go to one of his favorite wine bars tonight.  Problem was all of them were tied up with promotional appearances for Power Struggle and they weren’t quite ready to let Sanada go wandering off on his own. 

“I’ll go with him.”  Shingo Takagi spoke up quietly, interrupting the discussion between Naito, Evil and Bushi.  Shingo immediately found himself the center of attention, three pairs of eyes looking at him intently, each of them searching for something different.   The bonds with Shingo were still forming given how new he was to the group, but Naito slowly nodded giving his approval.   Sanada was on the mend, almost back to him old self.  With Shingo having been tied up in the Jr. Tag Tournament, he and Sanada hadn’t interacted a lot.  This would be a good chance for them to bond.  

After a firm warning from Evil to keep a close eye on Sanada, the men disbursed to their duties as Sanada made his way back in from his own photo shoot. 

Shingo was slowly getting used to Sanada’s quiet nature, taking no offense as the other man simply nodded a greeting and began stripping out of his ring gear.  He had quickly picked up on the fact Sanada didn’t talk much to anyone aside from Evil.  Sanada’s quirks amused Shingo, making the older man hide a smile as Sanada methodically folded each item and placed it in its designated spot, smoothing them with a frown as a wrinkle appeared.  He was picking up things the more time he spent with the Ingos, and learning what made each man tick.   Sanada spoke when something needed to be said and he was compulsively neat.  He was also intensely private, only allowing the men within his stable close to him and shutting everyone else out.   Shingo hoped with time Sanada would include him within that inner circle.  

“Where you headed?” Shingo asked nonchalantly as Sanada slid on a grey button down shirt that was no doubt going to be paired with one of his ridiculously expensive shoes.  Sanada met Shingo’s eyes, staring hard at the newest member of LIJ before looking away as he reached for his slacks making Shingo wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew, if Sanada was going to answer or shut him out.  A few weeks ago Shingo had seen Sanada at his most vulnerable and he knew if he was in Sanada’s shoes that may not sit well with him. 

“I’m going to a wine bar downtown.”  Sanada finally responded buttoning up the cuffs on his suit jacket as he turned his attention back to Shingo. 

“Wine bar huh?”  Shingo asked.  “Never been to one of those.  You mind if I tag along?”

“You want to go to a wine bar?”  Sanada asked skeptically, pinning Shingo with his penetrating gaze.  He wasn’t stupid.  It was quite obvious Shingo had been elected for babysitting duty.  In the end he would let his new teammate come along, but not without making him sweat first.  “You don’t strike me as the wine kind of guy.” 

“You’ve got me pegged.  I’m really not.”  Shingo admitted.  “I’m more of a beer guy.  But if I’m too expand my horizons who better than with you?” 

“Jesus, stop kissing my ass.”  Sanada smirked.  “You got a suit?  They aren’t letting you in like that.”  Sanada waved a hand at Shingo indicating his torn jeans and t-shirt. 

Heading to Sanada’s car the men made a quick stop by Shingo’s place where he changed into a suit Sanada deemed “marginally better than Naito’s,” then were on their way to the bar.   The ride was quiet, a few words exchanged here and there as the men got a feel for each other. 

They were immediately escorted into the bar, towards Sanada’s preferred table in the back that had been reserved for him, his favorite wine already sitting chilled on the table along with a selection of cigars. 

“I like sitting in the back, gives me a view of the room and the prospects.”  Sanada explained as they settled in, a pretty waitress appearing to fill Sanada’s glass and offering one to Shingo.  

“Oh…I didn’t realize it was that kind of night.”  Shingo said interest immediately flaring in his eyes.  He figured they would drink some wine, eat some good food and call it a night.  Sanada hadn’t given any indication he was on the prowl, but Shingo was definitely down for some fun.   Given the hectic schedule of the tag tournament things had been kind of slow in that department.  Aside from the one night when he had first joined the group and gotten the locker room welcome, there hadn’t been much play time. 

“It’s always that kind of night Shingo my friend,” Sanada said flashing the predator’s smile he had been missing for a while now.  

A band appeared on the corner stage and began playing soft music, the crowd picking up as the time passed.   Shingo and Sanada sucked on their cigars and surveyed the room through a haze of smoke.  

When she walked in Sanada’s eyes zeroed in on her.  She was just the kind of girl he liked.  Dressed to the nines, full of elegance and grace, with that haughty attitude that said she was better than you.  

“Her?”  Shingo asked giving her long look as he saw who Sanada was eyeing.  “She looks like a stuck up bitch.”

“She is.”  Sanada confirmed.  He didn’t know her.  Didn’t have to.  “That’s the kind I like.  All high and mighty thinking they’re better than everyone, but at the end of the night she’ll be another slut on her knees, no different than anyone else.” 

Shingo sat back against the plush seating taking a puff of his cigar as he watched Sanada slide from the booth.  He was curious to see how this was going to turn out.   He couldn’t say he was overly surprised when the woman smiled up at Sanada as he approached and with nothing more than a few words had her by the elbow leading to their table.   Looking like Sanada did, reeking of money like he did, Shingo figured it would only take a few pretty words for a woman to join him for drinks.   

“Take a good look at her Shingo,” Sanada said as she slid into the middle of the booth.  “See how pretty and put together she looks right now?  By the time we’re done with her she’s gonna look like a common whore with cum dripping down her chin.” 

A huff of indignation burst from her lips and she glared at Sanada. 

“You can’t speak to me like that! How dare you?”  She yelled at Sanada who looked completely unconcerned.  Shingo watched with fascination.  He certainly hadn’t expected Sanada to be so crass, figuring the polished man would use the weapons at his disposal for seduction. 

“I’ll speak to you however I want.”  Sanada said coldly.  “You’re going to sit here, drink your wine and take whatever I want to give you and when we’re done my friend and I are going to take you to a hotel and fuck all your pretty holes until you can’t stand anymore.”  He took a slow sip of his wine while keeping his eyes firmly on her.  “And after we leave you in a pool of jizz you’re gonna look in the mirror and realize you’re no better than any other slut that’s been on my dick.  The package might be prettier, but underneath it all you’re all the same.” 

“I’m not a slut,” She contested hotly. 

“Then why are you still sitting here?”  Sanada asked with a smirk.  “Why haven’t you run off and told everyone what a dick I am?  Complained how unspeakably rude I was to you and tried to get me thrown out of here?”

She stared blankly back at him, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to think up a plausible excuse for her lack of action. 

“That’s what I thought.” Sanada said when she remained silent, making no move to leave the booth.  “You’re just like every other whore trying to get her claws on a handsome man with some change in his pocket.  Willing to let yourself be degraded and humiliated in hopes there might be the slightest chance he’ll give you the time of day after he’s through with you.” 

Shingo guffawed in the seat next to her, covering his mouth as he chuckled.  He seriously couldn’t believe this girl was still sitting here, letting Sanada talk to her as if she was dirt on the bottom of his shoe.   Meeting his eyes Sanada smirked, genuine amusement lighting his eyes for one of the first times since Shingo had met him. 

“I don’t even know that she deserves a hotel Shingo,” Sanada said.  “Maybe we should just take her in a back room and fuck her there.” 

Shingo was glad Sanada was making an effort to include him with his little interplay, leaning forward a patting the table. 

“If she’s going to let you talk to her like that, she probably doesn’t deserve anything more than being fucked on this table in front of everyone.”  Shingo proclaimed. 

Sanada nodded in agreement, smirking at Shingo and feeling a connection with the man, glad to see he was melding quite easily into Sanada’s style of manipulation.  

“I’m not fucking you two on this table,” She said vehemently, pleased with herself for finally finding a voice and voicing her disapproval.  

“Then where are you going to fuck us?”  Sanada asked, perfect eyebrow arched high as he gave her the rope to hang herself.  

“In the back.”  She said after a moment’s thought, nodding her head as she felt like she had gained control of the situation. 

Shingo pulled her from the booth, slipping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her after Sanada who was speaking to the manager procuring one of the private banquet rooms in the back with little more than a few words and some currency exchanging hands.  

With the door closed behind them Shingo pushed down on her shoulders getting her to kneel before them.   Unzipping and pulling his cock free Shingo rubbed it along her lips and then into her mouth as she parted them, rubbing her tongue over his flesh as he sunk in.   Sanada circled behind her, bring his hands to either side of her zipper and ripping the silky fabric in two.  Her protests were lost against Shingo’s cock, his thrusts never stopping their rhythm as Sanada discarded of her clothing, leaving them in a ruined heap at her knees. 

“Bring her over here Shingo,” Sanada said after he undressed, motioning to the table in the center of the room.   “You want her to keep sucking you or do you want to take her pussy?” 

Shingo pulled her to her feet and brought her over to the table, making her bed over as he began removing his own clothes.  

“I’ll stay with her mouth for a bit.”  Shingo told him, hoisting himself up on the table and kneeling in front of their companion’s mouth.   Grabbing a handful of hair Shingo tilted her head to line up with his cock, driving it into her throat with one thrust making him grin as she gagged at the intrusion.   Sanada positioned himself behind her, teasing his cock at her opening until she was pushing her hips back at him desperately trying to get him inside her. 

“All the fucking same,” Sanada said scornfully as he drove his cock inside her warmth.  “Didn’t even have to try and you’re all over our cocks.”   He smacked his hand down on her ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing making her squeal around Shingo’s cock.  

A rhythm was quickly settled into, Shingo thrusting into her throat every time Sanada pulled back and vice versa, seesawing her body between them as they fucked her over the table, wood creaking from the force of their thrusts.   Sanada’s hands on her hips pulled her back to meet his every thrust, rocking her body forward to drive her onto Shingo’s cock, nothing but the sounds of flesh slapping together filling the room.

“Let’s switch,” Shingo suggested after several moments his teeth gnashing together as he rammed into her throat, feeling in constrict around his cock.  Pulling out of her mouth he climbed off of the table, wincing as his knees protested the movement.   They definitely hadn’t appreciated kneeling on that hard wood. 

Scanning the room as he pulled from her cunt Sanada grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her over to a couch along the wall.  Shingo sat and pulled her down onto his cock, leaving her facing out so Sanada could access her mouth.   Sanada grabbed her hair holding her in place as she moaned while bouncing on Shingo’s cock, her eyes shining bright with lust before yanking her down and pushing his cock past her swollen lips.   She moaned as he filled her throat, looking up at Sanada with lust filled eyes as she worked her tongue around his length. 

Pushing her down his cock Sanada held her nose to pelvic bone, smiling down at her as she gagged, her eyes filling with tears and then panic as her air slowly ran out, Shingo continuing to pump his cock up into and lodging Sanada further in her throat.  Finally he released her pulling her off his cock as she gasped for air.  Holding her just above his cock Sanada wrapped his fist and around his cock and stroked it hard and fast, groaning as he came squirting his seed over her face.  

Stepping away Sanada watched as Shingo pushed her off his cock and spun her around, aiming his tip at her face and painting her cheeks with his own cum.   Both men left her kneeling, redressing without paying her any attention as they walked out the door.

Going back to their table the two men slid in, refilling their glasses and lighting up new cigars as the relaxed against the plush booth. 

“I didn’t wreck her nearly as much as I wanted to.”  Sanada lamented as he swirled his wine glass watching the amber liquid slosh.   “Wasn’t quite feeling her.”  

“Well, the night’s still young.”  Shingo said with a smirk.  “Plenty of time to find another toy to play with.” 

[ghostofviperwrites]

Taste

Requested by: @dragongirl1983

Featuring: Shingo Takagi

Word Count: 542

Warnings: Explicit language, references to smut

65.          “I want to taste you”

Shingo had been watching her for a while.  She didn’t seem interested in any of the men, simply dancing by herself in the corner of the dance floor, shooing off any suitors with a shake of her head and dirty look.  He liked the way her body moved, slipper and sensuous.  Her skin had a slight sheen of sweet glimmering under the lights, her breasts heaving with exertion from her movements, but it didn’t look like she had any intentions of slowing down.   His tongue ran over his lips as his eyes trailed over her body imagining running it over her body and tasting her sweet juices.   He wanted her in his bed, stilling that frenetic body by tying her with his ropes, leaving her helpless beneath his tongue.  

Setting down his beer Shingo decided it was time to make his move.  He had waited long enough.  Stalking across the dance floor Shingo pierced her with his gaze, smirking as her rhythm stumbled when she locked eyes on him though she quickly recovered and resumed her dance.  

“I don’t want to dance with you.”  She said sharply when Shingo was in speaking distance.

“That’s too bad because I’m going to dance with you.”  Shingo said grabbing her by the hips and pulling her flush to his body.  “And after we’re done dancing I’m going to take you back to my place and worship you with my tongue. I want to taste you.” 

He lowered his mouth to her ear, flicking his tongue over it and chuckling at her gasp noticing she wasn’t making much of an effort to dislodge him.  

“Getting a little ahead of yourself aren’t you?”  She said breathlessly leaning into his touch.  “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Shingo.  And you are?” 

“Kiana.” 

Pulling Kiana impossibly closer, Shingo pressed his hips to hers, their bodies moving in time to the music as his tongue swept along the curve of her neck making her shiver in his arms.  

“Is it too forward of me now to tell you I’m going to tie you to my bed and lick every inch of your sexy little body?”  Shingo teased. “I’ve got some purple rope that will look stunning against your skin.”  

“I’ve never been tied up.” Kiana said as Shingo spun her around, pulling her back against his chest.  Kiana leaned her head into Shingo’s chest, enjoying the hard muscles she could feel pressed into her back.   Her hands moved to trail over Shingo’s hips and thighs, the corded muscle speaking of his fitness and she found herself eager to see more of him. 

“You would look beautiful with knots crisscrossing your skin.”  Shingo murmured.   “Your arms bound behind your back, legs forced wide.  My tongue licking along your thighs, sucking on the flesh until beg me just to put my tongue in your sweet pussy.”  

Again Shingo spun her around, his hands latching onto her ass and eyes locking on hers noting the blown pupils with a smirk. 

“Do you want to get out of here?”  Shingo asked circling his thumb over the sliver of flesh visible on her hip.

“Yes.”

[ghostofviperwrites]

Misread

Requested by: @girlwithaddiction

Featuring: Shingo Takagi

Word Count: 824

Warnings:  angst, heart break

45.          “I thought you knew” and 76.    “I can’t even get a “I kind of like you?’”

Shingo Takagi was a hard man to get a read on, but after two years of housesitting for him, you were pretty confident you understood him.  You were also pretty sure that the feelings you had developed for him were mutual.  They had to be.  He shamelessly flirted with you every time the two of you crossed paths.  He made visits to your house for seemingly innocuous reasons, but it was always your house.  If he didn’t feel something, he would go to one of the other neighbors.  Wouldn’t he?  He had asked you specifically to keep an eye on his home while he was on the road.  To take care of his plants and make sure the place didn’t burn down.   For two years now you had made sure the landscapers didn’t skimp just because they knew he was away, that the pool was kept in pristine condition; that the cleaning service didn’t leave a speck of dust behind.  Shingo trusted you to pay the contractors, to lock up his house, and to keep everything in line while he was away. 

When he returned home, his first stop was always your door.  Dropping off some trinket or goodie he picked up along the way as a way of saying thanks.   Knowing his routine, and knowing he was returning home tonight, just in time for dinner, you spent the day creating the perfect meal for Shingo.  Over the course of the past couple of years, you had picked up on some of Shingo’s favorites through conversation and guessed with the rest.   Even if he didn’t care for everything, at least you knew you had the main course down.  

By the time he pulled into his driveway next door, the meal was ready, set out on a pretty lace tablecloth with candles burning and soft music in the background.  As he knocked on your door, you smoothed your red cocktail dress and hurried to answer with a bright smile. 

As the door opened and he took in your appearance and saw the romantic atmosphere you had created inside Shingo’s smile fell slightly.

“I’m sorry.  Am I interrupting?”  He asked starting to back away.  “I didn’t mean to intrude on your date.  I’ll come back tomorrow.” 

“No!”  You yelled, blushing as you realized how loud you had been, but you were desperate to stop Shingo’s retreat.  “I’ don’t have a date.  Don’t go.  I made you dinner.” 

Shingo hesitantly returned to your doorway and peeked his head inside before looking nervously at you. 

“This is for me?”  He asked and you nodded with a bright smile. 

“I wanted to do something special.”  You said reaching for his hand and pulling him inside.  “We’ve known each other for so long and been dancing around this thing, so I thought it was time to just get everything out in the open and tell you how I feel.”

“You…you have feelings for me?”  Shingo asked blanky. Memories flashed through his mind and chagrin lit his face as he realized he had been oblivious to all the signs. He realized then he had probably lead you on with his flirting, but he had thought it harmless, never imagining you saw it as something more than it was. 

“I thought you knew,” You said growing confused with his reaction.  “The past two years…I was sure you felt the same way.   The way you look at me, the way you talk to me.  The flirting.  The touches.  How you always come here first.” 

You trailed off as the silence stretched, Shingo looking like he wanted to bolt and decidedly uncomfortable.  Dread began to fill you as he said nothing, looking everywhere but at you.  Had you misread the situation that badly?

“I can’t even get an “I kind of like you?”

Shingo met your eyes, pity reflecting brightly in his deep brown eyes as he slowly shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel that way about you.”  He said softly.   “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I did.  I only think of you as my friend.” 

Tears welled over and trickled down your cheeks as you slumped into one of the chairs at the table you had so meticulously set up for Shingo.  How could you have been so wrong?  You sniffled wiping angrily at your cheeks with the backs of your hands. 

“Just go, please.’ 

Shingo silently made his exit, leaving you to your humiliation.   As he crossed the lawn towards his house he looked back at your place with a sigh.  He felt horrible for the way things had turned out.  He couldn’t force something that wasn’t there on his part, but he wished he had recognized the signs earlier so he could have saved you some heart break. 

[ghostofviperwrites]

Favor

Requested by: @ghoulsister1 and @dawnie39uk

Featuring: Shingo Takagi

Word Count: 578

Warnings: sexual content, fingering, slight manipulation

14.          “What if I kissed you right now?” and 27.            “I like it when you say my name.” and 40. “I needed you” and 48.“That’s why I fell in love with you.” And 58. “Do you know how to knock?”

“Jesus Shingo, you scared the shit out of me!”  I exclaimed, my hand flying to my chest covering my rapidly beating heart as I tried to settle it from Shingo’s sudden appearance.  “Do you know how to knock?” 

Shingo simply grinned and shut my office door behind me, sauntering towards my desk with that lazy deliberate stroll of his. 

“I need a favor from you.” 

“Oh no.”  I protested immediately.  “No favors.  The last time I did a favor for you I almost lost my job. I needed you.”

I frowned as I remembered just how close I had been to the unemployment line, my begging falling on deaf ears to my furious boss.  Only a mysterious phone call from Shingo had saved my ass and I hated that I felt indebted to him for it, when he had been the one to get me in trouble in the first place.

“You needed me and I was there for you, wasn’t I?”  Shingo said coming around my desk to sit on the corner, staring at me with those intense eyes of his.   Those eyes that could make me do just about anything for him.  

“Stop Shingo.”  I protested feebly when he leaned towards me, intentions clear in his eyes. 

“I like it when you say my name.”  He said softly.  “I like it better when you moan it.”

My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting as Shingo lowered his mouth until it was hovering millimeters from mine. 

“What if I kissed you right now?”  Shingo murmured making me moan, my thighs clenching together.

“You have to stop doing this to me Shingo.”  I said though my actions belied my words as I brushed my lips over his savoring the feel of his soft flesh against mine.  

“What am I doing?”  He teased lightly, his fingers brushing over my cheek as he kissed me again, moving my body so he could settle in front of me, leaning against the desk.  

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”  I told him, sighing as he pulled me to my feet and nestling me between his legs.  “You talk all sweet and seductive and you do things to me and I can’t resist you.  That’s why I fell in love with you.  And you take full advantage of that.” 

Shingo didn’t acknowledge my words of love.  He never did.  Brushing them aside as easily as he did my hair as he lowered his lips to my neck.   He and I both knew where we stood.  It wasn’t his fault I had been foolish enough to fall for him, and it was in his very nature to take advantage of someone’s weakness when he discovered it.  It made me the perfect pawn to involve in his schemes.  As his mouth latched onto my neck and his fingers deftly pulled down my zipper and slid beneath my panties I already knew I was lost.  There was no use pretending anymore that I wasn’t going to do anything he asked of me. 

“So what’s this favor you want?”  I stuttered as his fingers slid into my moist channel. 

@laziestgirlintheworld​​ @xiuhanforthewin​​ @flickkick​​​ @dawnie39uk​​ @monstersmaid​​ @ghoulsister1​​ @roman-the-rat​​ @keltic-goddess​​  @blondekel77​​ @mrkittyinmytree​​ @littlebluespoon​​ @paganbabe​​   @willalwaysprotectyou​​ @i-ship-it-okay​​ @dahlia-blossom​​  @earl-01​​  @fabulousrockstar​​ @theneverendingthirst​​ @littlemissvillanous​​ @gold--gucciempress​​@melodiousmindsweep​​ @artemisapalla316​​​ @princesstoniii @switchxqueen

[ghostofviperwrites]

Shingo Takagi Masterlist

Fics marked with * are 18+ only, more than likely featuring sexual content

Shingo Takagi

Favor*

Misread 

Taste *

Shingo/FC/Sanada

Learning *

Shingo/FC/BUSHI

Shingo/FC/EVIL

Shingo/FC/Naito

Caught *

Shingo/FC/Hiromu Takahashi

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Masterlist

Edit 03/31/21

REQUESTS: I don’t do detailed requests (i.e., where the character, plot, and tone are all set in your mind), however, please feel free to send me suggestions for people I could write for and/ or prompts, premises, or just whether you want something fluffy/ smutty, etc. I’m pretty open about who I write for, although my familiarity level varies and some people speak to me more than others. I prefer to focus on people who don’t get as much love and attention from other writers because there’s already SO MUCH GOOD FANFIC OUT THERE and I’m still pretty new to this.

Edit 01/22/21

I’ve added short descriptions to serve as a guide.

*

I figured it was time I started one of these so that my fiction posts are a little easier to find in the mess. I’ll try my best to make sure it’s up to date. These stories are intended solely for an adult audience (18+) and contain strong language, violence, explicit sexual content, and mature themes. There are specific content advisories given on the individual posts. 

WWE (Raw & Smackdown)

Mustafi Ali

In A Parallel Universe

You and Mustafa have been friends through some tough times. But was it ever something more than friendship?

Aleister Black (see AEW: Malakai Black)

Drew McIntyre

All Kinds of Love

You and Drew have loved each other for years, through good times and bad. There’s just one problem...

Kevin Owens

Better Late Than Never?

You were slow to realize your feelings for Kevin and now you don’t know if your moment has passed. 

Damian Priest

Fall and Prey

Are you traumatized by your ex or obsessed with him? Or both?

Fortune’s Rule

Even when you’re gifted the opportunity to escape from your past, fate might have other ideas. 

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Sami Zayn

A Fine Line

You're supposed to be checking up on Sami to make sure his paranoia isn't impacting his work. But you're not convinced he's as deluded as some people think.

WWE (NXT & NXT UK)

Finn Balor

The Guardian’s Oath: 

19th century. Helen was raised by the church and assigned as a governess to the home of Feargal Devitt. However, she is caught up in a dark mystery involving her employer and the mythical demon Finn Balor.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen

Shotzi Blackheart

The Call of the Wild Woman

Sometimes you meet a person who makes you question everything about yourself.

Adam Cole

Life of the Party

Desperate to get you back in the dating scene, some friends bring you to a swingers’ party. 

Cameron Grimes

Animal Magnetism

You’re a city girl who feels more at home in the country, occasionally admiring the wildlife. 

Karrion Kross/ Scarlett Bordeaux

You’re Invited

You’re a simple lab rat but somehow you’ve captured the attention of NXT sensations Scarlet Bordeaux and Karrion Kross. 

Fall and Prey

Are you traumatized by your ex or obsessed with him? Or both?

Candice Le Rae

Girl Time

It’s simple: You’re a lesbian and Candice isn’t. Except when she is. 

Dexter Lumis

Unsavory Dealings

No one knows about you and Roderick Strong, or at least that’s what you thought.

Ember Moon

Babes in Toyland

Sometimes unconventional couples have the most fun. (F/F)

Samoa Joe

The Wages of Sin

Being a computer tech is pretty ordinary until you find a client with a lot of kinky secrets.

Roderick Strong

Unsavory Dealings

No one knows about you and Roderick Strong, or at least that’s what you thought.

AEW

Darby Allin

The Camera Doesn’t Lie

In the midst of a wild party, you meet someone who likes to capture intimate moments.

Trust Fall

Darby is that one friend who can persuade you to do things normal people wouldn't.

Lance Archer

One More Temptation

Being a sex worker is fine until fate connects you with the kind of man you’ve sworn to avoid.

Malakai Black

The Escape Route

18th-19th century. Ursula is running to escape from charges of witchcraft and murder, but when she seeks shelter in an apparently abandoned church, she finds more than she bargained for. 

Whisky Secrets (sequel)

You're desperately in love with Aleister but he sees you as just the friend to run to when he's broken. This is a sequel to Whisky Secrets by Ghost of Viper Writes.

Down by the River

Grace Johnson lives in the shadow of her church minister brother in a Depression-era town threatened by the presence of Malakai Black and his "family", a group of outcasts who have built a camp on the shores of the river.

Part one Part two Part three Part Four Part five Part Six

Eddie Kingston

Water Seeks Its Own Level

You and Eddie have a history and you’re not eager to think about it. 

The Green-Eyed Monster

Sequel to Water Seeks Its Own Level. You’ve somehow found yourself caught up in the ropes of your no-strings-attached relationship. 

Kenny Omega

The Sensitivity of Horses

As Hangman’s wife, it breaks your heart to see him suffering. 

F**k and Run

It didn’t feel like a fleeting thing...

Hangman Adam Page

The Sensitivity of Horses

As Hangman’s wife, it breaks your heart to see him suffering. 

Anxious Millennial Love

Your job is to make sure AEW talent isn’t doing anything reckless. But it’s possible that you are. 

NJPW

David Finlay

Place Your Bets

You were absolutely certain Jay could beat his old rival David Finlay and now you’re in a bit of a bind.

Raise the Stakes

A sequel to Place Your Bets. You know you should keep your work and personal life separate but that ship has sailed and your lifeboat is leaking.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part fourteen Part fourteen (alternate)

El Phantasmo

Boiling Over

You didn't like him when he was dating your best friend and he didn't like you.

Waking Up Alone

Breaking up just sucks, especially when you're not sure you wanted to.

Kenta

Words Better Left Unsaid

There are some things that Kenta just doesn’t want to hear you say.

Will Ospreay

Bad Guy

Lauren is 100% sure what she wants until she changes her mind. And she always changes her mind.

Zack Sabre Jr. 

Bad Guy

Lauren is 100% sure what she wants until she changes her mind. And she always changes her mind.

Hiromu Takahashi

Takes the Cake

You’re 40, recently divorced, and working yourself to death. So is Hiromu trying to make everything better or worse?

Shingo Takagi

His Consolation

Being a gay man in New Japan is already risky, and then you feel compelled to comfort Shingo over his bad G1 start. (M/M)

Tama Tonga

Bad Bromance

You’d love to kill Tama for destroying your relationship with his brother. 

Jay White

Shelter 

Late Medieval period. Is it a family emergency or political intrigue that’s led you to the home of Jay White, the young man who first stirred romantic feelings in you?

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Stripped

Working in a strip club exposes you to a lot of men, but Jay seems to need something more than usual. 

Place Your Bets

You were absolutely certain Jay could beat his old rival David Finlay and now you’re in a bit of a bind.

Raise the Stakes

A sequel to Place Your Bets. You know you should keep your work and personal life separate but that ship has sailed and your lifeboat is leaking.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fourteen (alternate)

Other Promotions

Bea Priestley

Bad Guy

Lauren is 100% sure what she wants until she changes her mind. And she always changes her mind.