#i would be at my knees for jiu

[wanwiwa]

Oh, Jiu! What are you doing here? You're here for the autopsy reports? Yes!

PETRICHOR | EP.02

[tsuutarr]

Hehe

Unleash Fox dilf! Jiu-jitsu please

Succubus anon💋💞

One foxy dilf coming up~

(Yandere! Fox hybrid (gumiho) doctor x reader)

In your quaint village, not much occurs. Days are peaceful, if not a little boring. But you can’t really complain, not when the people around you are so lovely.

Your village helps each other, resources are always shared, and people are always taken care of. Among all your villagers, one of them, Dr. Shin, is especially kind. Despite being a new addition to your village, he’s loved by all the villagers. He’s often busy, too, as the only doctor around.  The previous doctor had passed away after falling to her demise in the woods while looking for herbs. Your village was both saddened and worried about the previous doctor’s sudden death, unsure of how you all would survive without medical care. Contrary to your worries, however, Dr. Shin suddenly appeared one day and from that point onwards, he’s become a valuable member of your village. He’s extremely personable and kind, making sure to make time for you – it’s no wonder he’s so beloved and trustworthy.

“Hello, Dr. Shin,” you greet him during one of your appointments. His fox ears flicker, which makes him rather cute despite him being much older than you. He often reminds you of the injured fox you had helped a few years back, especially when his bronze-colored ears move around.

“Ah, hello,” he greets back, a smile on his face. He motions for you to take a seat on the hospital bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, I think,” you respond, sitting down. Your fingers tap idly against your knee as you sink into thought. “I don’t think I get nightmares anymore…” 

“Oh? Then that’s quite good, isn’t it?”

“I… yes, I suppose.” Nervously, your eyes flicker downwards. It’s true that your nightmares have subsided, but they’ve been replaced with rather… inappropriate dreams about your doctor. But it isn’t like you can tell him that, especially when your dreams are so… realistic – like they’ve actually happened.

When you look back up, you can’t help but gasp at how intense his gaze is. “What troubles you?” he inquires, making your cheeks heat up.

“I… uhm, well…”

“Yes?”

At his expectant looks, you squeak out, “I’ve been having dreams that aren’t nightmares, really. But they’re… very intense, for a lack of a better word.”

Dr. Shin looks intrigued, leaning forward slightly. “Would you care to elaborate?” You shake your head, giving him a weak smile. “Ah, it’s nothing, really…”

“My dear,” Dr. Shin says, kindly, “I’m quite worried about you. Please, tell me.”

It’s too embarrassing to tell him – you just can’t. But the way he looks at you, his eyes glowing faintly… you can’t help but say, “I’m having sexual dreams,” despite your will. Gasping, you clamp your mouth shut.

“Oh?” he smiles, teeth glinting underneath the light. “I see, that’s quite normal.” Leaning back in his chair, he lets out a small hum. “But I suppose that it’s much more frequent and intense in your case, hm?”

You feel like you’re going to combust from embarrassment.

“Let’s see if I can assist you.” Dr. Shin pulls out his notebook and pen, ready to take a few notes. “Who is often present in these dreams of yours?”

You gulp, looking at him with wide eyes. He looks back at you, eyes glinting, leading you to say, “You.” Your mouth clamps shut – why did you say that?!

Regardless of your inner plight, Dr. Shin looks pleased, his smile getting wider. “Very good.” He notes a few things in his notebook, before snapping it shut and putting it away. The room dims as his eyes glow brighter, his grin toothy. “Don’t fret, my dear. There is quite an easy cure to your plight.” He approaches with soft – almost ghostly –  steps, before reaching out and tilting your chin. Nine tails – didn’t he only have one? – flicker out behind him as a chill runs through your body. “All you must do is stay by my side.”

After all, as the source of all your nightmares and dreams, he’s the only one who can cure you, too.

[gaywarcriminals]

Bby siren SJ & spoiled kid SY 

I cleaned up a ficlet from a sprint I did with @danmeichael while ago! Cw implied murder & cannibalism (none depicted, just normal siren stuff)

"My parents said I'm not supposed to get in the water," The young human— Shen Yuan, he called himself— explained with patience but no small amount of self-importance, as though Shen Jiu was the one being difficult and the human was being the bigger person by humoring him. 

"I can't play on land" Shen Jiu said with a put-upon pout, flicking his tail above water-- the small, short glimpses of his shiny scales were usually enough to beckon the human children closer. They were, in all honesty, usually quite easy to trick. Safer, too– even if humans were softer and weaker, Shen Jiu was still far too small to over-power an adult. When it had been the two of them, he and Qi-ge had been able to catch larger prey, but now– well now, Shen Jiu had to look out for himself, and that meant smaller kills, even if he had to venture much much closer to shore than he would have liked.

“We could, um,” the human paused, “I guess you can’t have games or books underwater…” he trailed off for a moment, before his face lit up with a charming smile. “I can read to you! I can read chapter books now,” the boy said with great aplomb, as though it should mean anything to Shen Jiu, “wait here, I’ll go get one from my parents!”

"NO!" Shen Jiu cried out. If the boy left, there was no guarantee he would return, or worse, he might come back with his kin trailing behind him. Shen Jiu hadn't eaten in weeks; he couldn't allow this chance to slip through his fingers.

Shen Yuan blinked at him, and then sat back down on the rocks, his cross legs out of reach of the lapping waves. Still not close enough for Shen Jiu to drag him under before the other humans heard his screams. Then, miraculously, and without any further beckoning the boy leaned closer. Shen Jiu's body tensed, tracking the movement, waiting for the boy to reach an angle where gravity would do most of the work to send him toppling into the waves.

"Are you lonely?" Shen Yuan whispered. 

Shen Jiu jolted. "What-?" The anger was immediate and instinctive. He snapped his teeth. His hand jerked up, but no, the human was still too far from the edge, from Shen Jiu, all Shen Jiu was doing was flagging his intentions as plainly as a whale, like an idiot--

"Hey, that's-" annoyance flickered over the boy’s face, and for a second Shen Jiu thought he had caught on, that he would run, and Shen Jiu too would have to flee, wasting more of his energy with a failed hunt– but then Shen Yuan was once again the picture of a young lord. The boy cleared his throat. "I mean, you don't have to be embarrassed. I would be upset too if I had no brothers or gameboy," he said with the air of someone delivering sage wisdom. 

Shen Jiu blinked. “Yes,” he repeated, perhaps unconvincingly, “I’m very sad without a ‘game-boy’ or… my brother.” he finished with a whisper. Shen Yuan nodded sympathetically. 

“Ah!” His eyes widened and then curved, sparkling in the midday sun. He shoved a hand into his clothes and dug around, before pulling out some kind of small white and blue object. 

“Da-ge always gives me milk candy when I fall and skin my knee. It’ll cheer you up!” He explained, dropping the thing towards the water. 

Shen Jiu fumbled to catch it, only for the crisp white and and blue paper to start dissolving in his hand. He dropped it on instinct— bright colors spreading through the water could only mean poison. He glanced up and sent the human a viscous glare. 

"Nooo, you have to eat it before it gets soggy!" Shen Yuan urged, seemingly oblivious to Shen Jiu’s ire. 

Shen Jiu considered for a moment. This creature was far too stupid to poison someone, and seemed to have been carrying this for some time without any precautions or fear of it. It probably was just food. Shen Jiu’s stomach grumbled. Cautiously, he grabbed the ‘milk candy’. The blue had fallen away to reveal a white pellet that sat nicely in his palm. He put it in his mouth. 

“Mm—“ Shen Jiu couldn’t suppress the noise. His head fins fluttered in delight as the creamy, sweet taste spread. He held it there carefully, letting it slowly melt over his tongue. 

“It’s good, right?” Shen Yuan asked, just a little smug. Shen Jiu reluctantly nodded. He reached down to pat Shen Jiu’s head, as no one had done in so long. “You don’t have to be sad. If you’re lonely, I’ll be your friend.” As the boy gently stroked the siren’s silky hair, Shen Jiu decided that lunging up to bite wasn’t worth losing the treat in his mouth. It was okay to stay like this, just for a little while.

[thedensworld]

What A Sweep | C.Sc

Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Words Count: ±400

Summary: Seungcheol brimmed with excitement as he prepared to teach you some Jiu-Jitsu moves, little did he knows, you would nearly send him into a heart attack.

Note: mention of pregnancy, characters using pet name. I'm here starting the year with my crazy love for seungcheol 🌸

Seungcheol's eyes gleamed with a mix of eagerness and concern. "You need to learn this, babe. I can't always be with you. Come on!" He urged you, his voice edged with a touch of urgency.

He gestured for you to rise from your seat, the room filled with a palpable energy. Having just demonstrated a new Jiu-Jitsu move he'd recently acquired, Seungcheol was eager to impart this newfound knowledge, a hint of pride lingering in his gaze.

"I'm feeling a bit lazy," you mumbled, cocooning yourself deeper into the welcoming embrace of the couch and the blanket that had wrapped you in its comforting embrace for hours. A low, theatrical groan escaped Seungcheol's lips as he closed the distance, his strong hand gently grasping your arm, coaxing you to your feet.

"No!" you playfully whined, though it was clear he'd chosen to feign deafness. His resolve was unwavering as he lifted you with a playful strength that was uniquely his own.

"Baby, this is very useful for self-defense," he urged, his voice softened, a glimmer of concern still present in his eyes.

You shook your head, offering a voice of reason. "I have you. You learned it to protect both of us, didn't you?"

Seungcheol's features softened, his voice tinged with a mixture of care and subtle irritation. "But I can't always be with you, love. What if I'm working and someone starts bothering you on your way home from work?"

A playful glint danced in your eyes as you countered, "I'd simply say, 'Sorry, but I have a Jiu-Jitsu trained boyfriend,' to them."

His expression melted, and he gently pinched your cheeks in affectionate response. "And if they touched you unexpectedly?"

Your smile widened, mischief gleaming. "If they were you, I'd let them be and pull you in for a kiss like this." With a swift, graceful motion, you linked your arms around Seungcheol's neck, your lips meeting his in a passionate, unexpected embrace.

Seungcheol's heart raced as you kissed him, the sudden surge of emotion catching him off guard. He pulled you closer, the world fading away, lost in the warmth of your touch. Swiftly, he swept your feet from under you, and you both tumbled to the ground with a soft thud.

A playful whine escaped your lips as Seungcheol playfully pinned you down. A gentle flinch rippled through your stomach as he deftly maneuvered your bodies.

"I've got a cramp," you whispered, your voice barely audible, your hand gently tapping his side, a signal for him to ease up.

Seungcheol released you immediately, his movements careful, aware of his own strength. "That's why learning self-defense is important. It's also good for your reflexes," he explained, a touch of remorse in his tone, his apology sincere.

You looked at him, your gaze still groggy from the sudden movements. "It's not that I don't want to learn," you began, your words held in rapt attention.

"It's just..." you hesitated, debating whether to continue.

Finally, you mustered the courage to share, "it's just... I don't know if it's safe for a pregnant woman to learn Jiu Jitsu. You know, with those moves..." Your voice carried a mixture of vulnerability and concern.

Seungcheol's eyes widened in comprehension. "Of course, a pregnant woman shouldn't learn Jiu Jitsu. It's too risky for the ba— wait, what?!" He stammered, suddenly grasping the weight of your unspoken revelation.

He raised himself from you, his disbelief palpable. On both knees, he looked at you, his expression a whirlwind of emotions.

"Really?"

Then, like the breaking dawn, a wide, joyous smile spread across his face as he understood the truth. He pulled you into a tight embrace, overwhelmed with happiness. "Oh my god, baby! Thank you so much! I'm beyond happy!"

Tears welled in his eyes as he gazed into yours, his heart overflowing with emotion. You chuckled at his emotional response, guiding his hand to rest on your belly. "Our child is here," you whispered.

Seungcheol wiped away his tears, his fingers trembling with joy. Both of you hugged each other, a mix of laughter and tears, swept up in the sheer magnitude of the moment. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, his voice filled with gratitude.

You let out a soft laugh. "I just found out yesterday. I went to the doctor, and I tested positive. I'm seven weeks pregnant."

Seungcheol pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, then your lips, and finally, he placed a gentle kiss on your belly, where your unborn child lay. He cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for another kiss, followed by a heartfelt expression of his boundless love.

"I love you so much. I'm just so incredibly happy."

"You weren't this happy when I refused to learn earlier," you teased, referring to his previous insistence.

Seungcheol's heart skipped a beat. He realized he had acted too forcefully. "Oh, god! Baby, did I hurt you earlier?" he fretted, his gaze scanning your body.

"Did I hurt the baby?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice, fearing he had been too rough.

You reassured him with a smile and a kiss. "I'm okay, baby. We're both okay. Just a little startled. Please, promise me you won't do that again in the future," you teased.

Seungcheol shook his head fervently. "I promise! Is there anything you want? Ice cream? Should we order your favorite food? Maybe a massage?"

You chuckled. "We just had dinner, baby. But yes, I'd love some ice cream and a massage. We both love you."

Seungcheol swelled with happiness, pulling you into another warm embrace. "I love you two, more than words can express."

[mistydeyes]

Imagine dad!ghost at his daughter's jiu-jitsu/martial arts tournament where she is absolutely demolishing all her opponents.

Ghost and s/o would most definitely be those over-proud parents like Cam and Mitchell from modern family 😭💀

Was wondering if you could write a fic for this??

Y E S thank you so so much for requesting this! first off i love modern family and second who doesn't LOVE a cute lil wholesome moment with the riley family!

a child's eye of the tiger

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summary: It's clear your daughter takes after her father when she absolutely demolishes the competition in her youth jiu jitsu match.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader (established relationship w daughter)

warnings: swearing, violence involved in a jiu jitsu match?

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"What sport is this again?" Simon asked you with a shit-eating grin painted on his face. You slapped his thigh lightly as you adjusted your gaze to find your daughter waiting patiently on the mat. "Jiu-jitsu, Simon," you whispered, "been doing this since reception." You didn't see his reaction but you knew he had a proud fatherlike smile. Despite always asking you these inconsequential questions, he secretly was thoroughly involved in his daughter's life. You tapped your fingers anxiously as you watched the different age groups compete across the dark blue mats. Your daughter sat alone, watching their every move, and stretching her little legs out. "She's definitely your little girl," you whispered to Simon as he put a comforting arm around you.

"Next we have Isla Riley," the announcer called and yours and Simon's cheers drowned out the announcement of her competitor. "Go Isles!" you shouted, ignoring the glares from the surrounding parents. Despite only being six, she sarcastically shook her head before taking her stance. She adjusted her gray and black striped belt as she looked angrily at the other girl in front of her. As soon as the announcer commenced the match, your daughter ran towards the girl, grappling for her legs. You could feel your hands tighten around Simon's as you watched her overpower her and pin the girl to the mat. "She's actually pretty good," Simon beamed as the match continued. Your daughter was then put on her back by the much taller girl and you could feel yourself reacting to their action. "Oh fuck," you said, a little louder than acceptable, and you looked away from the turned heads. Just when you thought your daughter was going to lose the match, your daughter wrapped her legs around the girl's neck and threw her off of her.

"That's my girl," Simon whispered and you could see him smile widely, a rare sight in the Riley household. You were counting the various points your daughter was continuously awarded and it was clear she was in the advantage after her last move. The round continued as your daughter scored for her knee-on-belly, mounting, and passing the guard moves. You could feel yourself clapping when she accomplished the highest-scoring move, the rear mount, and pinned the girl in between her legs and arms. Her heels wrapped around her torso and the girl struggled in her grasp. "I helped her practice that one," you smiled to Simon and you could hear him laugh to himself. As soon as the match started, the 5 minutes were up and the announcer named your daughter the winner with a score of 36. "Let's go Isles!" you shouted and Simon joined with a loud clap that reverberated across the gym walls.

Once she shook her opponent's hand, she ran over to you with her hair in knots and breathing heavily. Simon lifted her up into his arms and placed a soft kiss on her temple. "Happy to be home to see you, baby," he whispered to her as he smoothed out her wild hair. "Did you see I did a take the back?" she excitedly cooed, "I could hear you cheering for me, Mum." You hugged your little family in a warm hug as you celebrated her recent accomplishments. "Want to get out of here?" Simon asked and Isla giddily nodded in response. As you walked out of the gym after a few words with her coach, she held her dad's hand proudly and listed off various sweet shops she wanted to visit. You stood behind them and in a secretive moment, you took a picture of them hand-in-hand. "Glad to have you home, Simon," you whispered before your daughter turned to you and beckoned for you to hurry up. "We're not all athletes here," you joked as you sprinted to walk with your loving daughter and husband.

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sidenote: this is what i pictured w simon and the reader while writing this

[shizunitis]

Luo Binghe & Tianlang-Jun: Origins. And a Bit of Projection.

Disclaimer: This is basically just a collection of quotes from The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System, Volume 3, accompanied by (adjective) thoughts, and then even more relevant quotes listed at the end. If I could, I’d paste the entirety of Chapter 18.

“As expected, I can’t bring myself to hate humans.” — Vol. 3, Chapter 21: Always Together

I will always be conflicted on the topic of Tianlang-jun, and it annoys me. There is so much I could say about him, and so little I can successfully articulate. He is, to me, more confounding, complex and tragic than Shen Jiu.

He’s pitiful and awe-inspiring, wicked and affable, cunning and wide-eyed in his curiousity. He is a compelling, heartbreaking character. He alternates between emotionless wisdom and mournful apathy. I admire how his knees don’t buckle under the weight of his grief, but how he crumbles at the barest hint of hope. How rage claws at him and, still, he can’t figure out how to make it stick.

I empathise with him. I understand him.

But then, in the distance, Luo Binghe's indifferent voice disturbs the silence, causing me to drop my drink onto the floor and this post onto your screen:

“He’s not my father.”

It’s an interesting exercise, exploring their relationship in reconciliation fics. To see them interact (semi-)honestly, watch them take turns filling up the chasm between them. It’s wonderful. Every fic I’ve read centred around them was a delightful read that I still think about.

However. I cannot see Tianlang-Jun, as I understand him, as Luo Binghe’s father. And not just because of the 3rd Novel’s events.

But because Binghe had hoped for something; he did have that wide-eyed wonder. He did hold one last window open, for the sake of an improbability he couldn’t quite, just yet, dismiss.

It’s what (most) orphaned and/or adopted childred do.

Though Luo Binghe had never said a word about it before, Shen Qingqiu knew that he harbored some fantasies about his birth parents. […] In fact, he’d always secretly fantasized about whether his parents might still be alive, and how well they’d treat him, and how they’d never let him suffer the mildest slight. — Vol. 3, Chapter 17: Tianlang

It is the most human thing; to want to be helped, accepted, invited by those given to you. A family is given to you. Whether you believe it an act of the divine, of nature, of coincidence, it isn’t something you fight for. It’s the first and, arguably, only thing you don’t have to fight for in life.

Depending on a multitude of factors, that can be a blessing or a curse; but where there is room for interpretation, questions left unanswered, most childred—Binghe included—will turn to their imagination, and try to make sense of it. Usually, to comfort themselves, to reassure themselves that surely, if their family could, they would have.

And, yeah. Most likely, if the Palace Master had gotten punted into the Sun like he fucking deserved, they would have. But does it matter?

In the face of a bleak reality, what comfort is a could-have-been?

He liked to call Luo Binghe “that son of mine,” but he didn’t seem to possess any concept of fatherly affection. […] Luo Binghe was in fact…someone who was unloved by even his own parents. — Vol. 3, Chapter 15: Holy Mausoleum

What use are good intentions to an abandoned child? What consolation is it, to say, They gave birth to you, when that child has seen no evidence of their care? Does it dry their tears, that their mother can’t be here, but she surely would have wished to be? That their father would protect them, if only he knew of them?

(And don’t make me tell you about the visceral horror I felt reading the Origins chapter. I’ve yet to make my peace with it. MXTX, Airplane, whoever: you’ve ruined me.)

The washerwoman was and continues to be, to Binghe, his only mother. And I would argue, that’s healthy. Even independent of his other traumas (Abyss, Shizun’s betrayal, Xin Mo’s influence, living on the streets, etc, holy shit Binghe) Luo Binghe will not accept anyone else as his mother.

“Who is this Su Xiyan?” Luo Binghe asked coldly. “My mother was a mere washerwoman.” — Vol. 3, Chapter 18: Origins.

It may seem callous. It probably even is! But it is a healthy line he’d drawn by his own initiative. It’s what helps him, what he feels he needs to do in order to do right by his mother, and his own heart.

And! Tianlang-Jun doesn’t seem to give much of a shit, either!

Won’t, probably, even in the future, once the dust will have settled. He is exhausted, weary with carrying the corpse of his love, the loss of his nephew. Whatever goodwill he shows, it’s a perfunctory sort, because he can’t afford more.

So. Uhh.

Tianlang-Jun is not a character I can love, nor one I can hate. Usually, I can’t help but be inclined to love complex characters. Like them, too—though that’s more of an action-based thing rather than just said character’s personality.

But with Tianlang-Jun, I’m stuck whichever way I turn. If I want to love/like him, I’m drawn back by Binghe’s pain and disappointment. If I try to hate/dislike him, I’m drawn back by his own history and grief.

In conclusion:

I don't know! I'm not really trying to, like, prove anything. I still love the aforementioned TLJ & LBH fics, I still love their dynamic. I started walking and ended up exactly in the same space. This, perhaps, could be considered a Heavenly Demon Family Mobius Strip!

I'm not really trying to say anything. It just… makes me feel conflicted, and angry, and whenever I allow myself to think about it a bit more, sad.

But.

However!

Alas.

Nonetheless, even.

As a reader and—on my better days—a writer, all I can say is:

As promised/threatened: some selected passages, for your reading pleasure:

So, it looked like neither the father nor the cousin had any intention of acknowledging Luo Binghe. — Chapter 15: Holy Mausoleum

He liked to call Luo Binghe “that son of mine,” but he didn’t seem to possess any concept of fatherly affection. — Chapter 15: Holy Mausoleum

Tianlang-Jun lifted his hand, took a look at Luo Binghe’s snow-pale face, and commented indifferently, “He looks like his mother.” “His eyes look like yours,” came a chill voice from the side. — Chapter 15: Holy Mausoleum

The faint hopes and dreams Luo Binghe had held in his heart for many years had been mercilessly pulverized into so much dust. […] [Tianlang-Jun] refused to speak a single word of their relationship and had been utterly ruthless back in the Holy Mausoleum. […] To his parents, Luo Binghe was an unwanted child. — Chapter 18: Origins

“If he was my father, why didn’t he bring it up earlier? Why not tell me?” The most Tianlang-Jun had said was that single line he offered while beating up Luo Binghe, devoid of either praise or criticism: “He looks like his mother.” He looks like his mother. What of it? But that was all. There was nothing more. — Chapter 18: Origins

Luo Binghe was indifferent. “He’s not my father.” […] Luo Binghe shook his head. It was unclear what he was stubbornly clinging to, but he repeated, “He’s not my father.” — Chapter 18: Origins

Luo Binghe raised his smiling face, his eyes shining brightly. “Mother was the kindest person in all the world to me.” — Chapter 19: Shen Jiu

[seventhcallisto]

Just had a little idea... flashing lights and eyestrain warning.

❝you shine like emerald❞

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Happy House.

Stray Kids (ot8) x F!Reader (9th member addition)

PREVIEW: "I am not a member of stray kids!" You kick up the papers littering the floor. Frustratingly pulling at your hoodie. "They're always screwing over those guys. I feel kinda bad." Your most trusted friend, Jiu, snickers behind her bright laptop screen. "I-i should have left when I had the chance! Should have joined that dance group that tried to recruit me! Why did I think I was gonna be the next jihyo!? Oh god." You pace, waving your hands around to drain the building anxiety curling into your lungs and making it's home there. You twist towards jiu falling to your knees and wailing miserably. Childishly.

"I wasn't even on the show. It's a boy group! I'm going to get eaten alive! I'm a trainee! They have years over me! I'm so dead. My career is already over before it started. My life is over." You fall to the floor. Completely done with this whole ordeal and the accident you've gone through, sniffling pitifully. "I told you to always read the fine print. You never listen." Jiu scolds. She, in fact, did not, but she wants to make you feel worse as your best friend. Pink nails flick tiny specks of popcorn towards your slumped body on the floor. And she's right. You should have read the fine print before some businessman shoved a pen into your face. What is so wrong with stray kids that you're being made a fool just to make them look bad? Would adding you tear the group dynamic? You know you're screwed as soon as your concept photos drop.

SYNOPSIS: As if some type of double-sided punishment, you're manipulated to join one of jyps' most successful groups. Stray Kids. Added as an extra member and with no experience just to cast you off as another unsuccessful idol, all because you didn't read the fine print when they dangled the keys to your dream in front of your face. They've got tricks up their sleeves, and the contract you signed says you're a permanent member of the unsuspecting group of guys now. You had no idea you were signing that type of contract. And you especially have no idea why they're trying to bring down their biggest boy group.

table of content + cws: she/her pronouns. female anatomy. major age differences but not in a power-hungry way(ur 19). invisible honorifics, I swear. manipulation. jyp(ent) is kinda the villain here(ilyjypplsdontsueme). ace!trainee reader. inexperienced reader. forced proximity and friendship. the members r kinda mean at first. Sorry, not sorry. ooc stray kids bc no one knows them like they know themselves. overworking. growing friendships. polyamorous(sharingiscaring). quick mutual pining(but they don't realize it). eventual smut.

Prologue. — 🧾

Chapt. ⓵ ❝_____❞

chpt. ⓶ , chpt. ⓷ , chpt. ⓸, chpt. ⓹, etc.

To be continued.. 🧷

I accidently posted this too early (crying). Lmk what you guys think ! — calli.

[taglist is open]

© seventhcallisto 11/22/2023

[waitineedaname]

Very specific but I'd love Jiang Cheng being Jin Ling's favorite uncle in aro4aro chengqing au and Wei Wuxian being mortally offended

People seemed to think that Jiang Yanli was completely blind to her brothers’ faults. This was not true. She just generally did not think those faults were nearly as bad as people made them out to be. Most of what other people found bothersome about her brothers, she was charmed by because she was nothing if not a doting sister.

Being doting and fond, however, did not mean she was unaware of how annoying her brothers were. In fact, due to regular exposure to the two of them, she was extremely aware of just how annoying they could be.

Case in point: their tendency to make everything into a competition, including the affection of her own son.

“I’m just saying, if anyone is going to be the fun uncle, it’s obviously me,” Wei Wuxian said, shaking a rattle over Jin Ling’s head.

“He’s two,” Jiang Cheng snapped, bouncing Jin Ling on his knee. “Anything that moves and makes noise is fun to him.”

“Well, I move and make the most noise, so.” Wei Wuxian leaned in and started making faces at his nephew. “Right, A-Ling? Right?”

Jin Ling gurgled happily and clapped his hands.

Jiang Yanli sighed and leaned against her husband. She appreciated her brothers taking her son off her hands for a while, but really, they were enough of a handful themselves. “Don’t fight, boys,” she said, shaking her head fondly. “A-Ling loves you both.”

“Yeah, but he loves me most, right shijie?” Wei Wuxian shot her a grin. Jiang Cheng huffed and smacked the back of his head, making Jin Ling shriek happy peals of laughter. She could practically feel Zixuan roll his eyes behind her.

“Please don’t give my son ideas,” he said in the long-suffering tone he tended to adopt when he had to be patient with his brothers-in-law. Yanli appreciated the fragile civility they attempted these days. “A-Ling, no hitting, okay?”

“Unless it’s your da-jiu,” Jiang Cheng added in a loud whisper, “Then you should hit him as hard as you can.” 

“Nooo, A-Ling would never hit me, he’s such a good boy, isn’t he?” Wei Wuxian cooed, tickling Jin Ling’s belly. Jin Ling shrieked with laughter again and one of his flailing fists collided directly with Wei Wuxian’s eye. 

Yanli only barely managed to hide her laugh behind her hand. Jiang Cheng snickered, and Zixuan let out a quiet huff of laughter.

“Ah, it was just an accident!” Wei Wuxian insisted. “He’s going to be a very strong cultivator with quick reflexes someday, I can tell!” And then, because he never learned to leave well enough alone, he said, “We should just ask him. Just because he’s little, that doesn’t mean he can’t answer questions!” He poked Jin Ling in the belly again to get his attention, “A-Ling, who’s your favorite? Da-jiu or jiujiu?”

Technically, Jiang Cheng should be er-jiu, but he got priority as the one who met Jin Ling first and saw him the most often. It couldn’t really be helped; Wei Wuxian was still unofficially banned from Carp Tower due to his inability to stay out of trouble, which meant Jiang Cheng got to visit his nephew on diplomatic visits, but Wei Wuxian only got to see him during their frequent trips to Lotus Pier. That meant Jiang Yanli was fairly certain she knew the answer, even before Jin Ling said it.

“Jiujiu!” he happily cried, reaching up to grab Jiang Cheng’s cheeks. The betrayal on Wei Wuxian’s face was comical, especially compared to the way Jiang Cheng’s face lit up. Yanli felt a little bad for Wei Wuxian’s feelings, but it was worth it to see her typically dour baby brother beam under his nephew’s uncomplicated affection.

“Ah, come here A-Xian,” Yanli said, sitting up so she wasn’t leaning against Zixuan and could instead summon her pouting brother to her side. “Don’t take it to heart, okay? He’s a baby, he doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I know, I know, shijie,” Wei Wuxian sighed, but leaned in so she could pet his hair anyway. “You don’t think I would be resentful of a baby, do you?”

The noise Jin Zixuan made behind her made it very clear that he wouldn’t put it past Wei Wuxian to be resentful of a baby. Yanli reached back and pinched his thigh, but otherwise focused on Wei Wuxian. “The next baby we have, I’ll deliver here in Lotus Pier, how about that? Qing-mei can be my midwife, and you can get first dibs on holding the baby. Aside from me and A-Xuan, of course.”

“Promise?” he said, giving her the pleading eyes that always earned him an extra portion of soup. 

“I promise.” She kissed his forehead, and this seemed to improve his mood, though his eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion in Jin Zixuan’s direction. 

“You’re not already having another baby, are you?” he asked. Zixuan coughed awkwardly, and Yanli pinched Wei Wuxian’s cheek this time.

“A-Xian, be nice,” she said, lightly scolding. “We’ll tell you when we know, okay?”

“Okay, shijie,” Wei Wuxian grumbled, still shooting Jin Zixuan judgmental looks. He turned back to Jin Ling, who was being gently tossed in the air by Jiang Cheng. “A-Ling! Do you wanna go down the river and visit A-Yuan?”

“Yuan-ge, Yuan-ge!” Jin Ling happily exclaimed, clapping his hands. His uncles scooped him up and grabbed the bag of diapers and snacks Yanli had brought, bundling him out onto the pier with promises not to drown their beloved nephew in the lake. 

Zixuan let out a tired sigh as soon as they left the room, taking his turn to lean against his wife’s side. “Why are they always this exhausting?” 

Yanli laughed and petted his hair. “Maybe another baby would give them something else to focus on,” she suggested lightly. Zixuan immediately flushed red and hid his face in her shoulder, making her laugh again. 

Yes, her brothers’ antics could be annoying, but they were good uncles. She was very grateful to be able to trust her son in their hands for a few hours.

[iinryer]

i am genuinely curious about muay thai if you want to talk about it? if not disregard this message and i’ll go to google about it lol

[STARTING THIS WITH THE CAVEAT THAT I AM A BOXER AND NOT A MUAY THAI FIGHTER]

i love boxing. i love boxing and i love combat sports. there are SOOO many things to talk about, i will not be able to get into all of it but i can give yall some combat sport basics!

SO. I will try to be succinct, but sorry in advance:

—not even touching on weapon arts types, there are three primary fighting styles of combat sports: STRIKING, GRAPPLING, and HYBRID

things like boxing (my wheelhouse) are striking combat! you can get a little locked up sometimes but you can’t actually intentionally grapple your opponent, and the ref will split you up to reset if it gets too tangled up.

things like wrestling and bjj (brazilian jiu jitsu) are grappling combat! you’re trying to pin your opponent or put them into submission via cinching and grappling, sometimes throws and knock downs, but there’s no striking allowed

things like aikido and combat jiu jitsu are hybrids! they use a combination of striking AND grappling techniques to varying degrees. MMA is the main hybrid combat sport, but i don’t think of it as a “style” on its own, by virtue of it being a combination of tons of other ones haha

—the next element is: what parts of your body you’re allowed to use and what parts of your opponent’s body you’re allowed to target. grappling sports are going to be a lot more full-body compatible, while striking styles can vary! punches only vs punches and kicks etc.

so, for example: boxing is limited to punches only and localized to above the waist, head on. whereas bjj is essentially full body to full body

—the last part is whether or not the combat allows groundwork. is this going to be fully upright (boxing) or can the fight continue if someone ends up on the ground (bjj).

—OK SO: MUAY THAI

it is a HYBRID combat sport, so it utilizes both striking and grappling. (it would probably be considered primarily a striking combat sport BUT it is technically a hybrid. most of the grappling comes in from catching your opponents strikes and utilizing that hold against them, as opposed to like, wrestling lol. you’re wearing boxing gloves so you can’t like, grasp anything with your hands, it’s more like arm locks and holds)

it is UPRIGHT, so both fighters will be standing the entire fight, and there is no groundwork or floor-based grappling

it uses MIXED STRIKING, punches as well as strikes with the feet, shins, and knees. lots of blocking is done with the knees and shins actually, which i find very cool

it can look a lot like boxing until the kicks come in to play! hand wraps and gloves look the same, but fighters will go into the ring shoeless and with ankle supports. professional muay thai fights prohibit shoes and shirts. sparring would include shin pads and sometimes head gear, depending on the setting

you CAN strike your opponent pretty much anywhere but the groin, knock your opponent down by getting them off balance (leg sweeps and throws), kick or push them away from you

you CANNOT pick your opponent up to grapple or throw them, grab their clothes or hair, headbutt them, or tackle them

if you’re curious about how it looks, I recommend searching “muay thai sparring” on youtube, it’s more casual than actual fights and you can usually see the fighters moves a little more clearly since they’re not going 100% (and, for fic purposes, that’s more likely what you’re going to be angling towards)

ANYWAYS. that was a lot, i may have forgotten some things but i hope that made sense and was at all helpful and/or interesting lol.

[ebisul]

Clone Martial Arts HCs!!!

Now that the poll has ended and I’ve done my own further research I wanted to share my headcannons for what Martial Arts I think Commander Cody and by extension the other Clones prefer. Keep in mind Im not an expert by any means so if this shits inaccurate thats my b

Now, The clones as a whole I think would be trained in as many martial arts as possible due to the obvious reasons.

Cody

For my beloved Commander Cody, I genuinely believe, while he utilizes many techniques from different disciplines and also makes shit up as he goes bc he truly is a feral overachiever, in my heart and soul i think Cody favors Muay Thai for personal use.

I know the poll said Taekwondo, however, while i think he has trained in it, he’s way more punchy than we give him credit for and i think he would prefer a more versatile art. While Taekwondo does have a focus on kicks and punches(depending on the ruleset apparently), Muay Thai utilizes punches, kicks, elbows, knees, and more. Muay Thai is also more effective in self defense due to the range being closer in comparison to TKD

I also think clinching, throws, and sweeps are all things Cody would utilize in his preferred art

I’ve always headcanoned Cody as boxing in his freetime for a while now and Muay Thai is just the specific form of boxing ive decided, followed closely by kickboxing.

Im also a sucker for any fic where Jango trains Cody personally so by extension I think Jango also prefers Muay Thai and Cody hangs onto that.

Rex

From here forward I didn’t plan on involving any more of the clones so be warned. I do think Cody is one of the only clones where his hobby is specifically training in a martial art but the rest probably have their favs too.

For Rex, I think japanese Jiu Jitsu is his style being designed for samurai and the battlefield. The specification is important to me. He’s tired of fighting all the time so its purely out of practicality and doesnt really pick up a martial art the way Cody does to blow off steam.

Rex is also a little unhinged, due to working under Anakin and Ahsoka of all people, so i do think he has some unconventionality to his fighting the same as Cody.

Wolffe

Wolffe strikes me as a Krav Maga guy. Thats just his vibe i guess. I think he would have picked it up after his encounter with Ventress becasue of its efficiency for self defense, practically, and because of the weapons defense.

Does this translate well to lightsabers? Idk does any of this translate to star wars? Theyre usually fighting droids so i dont really care. None of these actually exist in a Galaxy Far Far Away.

Fox

Fox I decided was Jeet Kune Do guy. JKD was conceived by Bruce Lee to be simple and direct and free which speaks very Fox to me, yknow?

Its all about intercepting the opponents attacks, responding or countering incoming attacks, and conserving movement and energy. Its a practical self defense technique and the principles are designed to help practitioners to make snap decisions, among other things. It all just screams Fox imo

Bly

Bly is into Hapkido. Specifically the deflecting attacks and using that against the opponent for joint locks and takedowns while also being more aggressive in comparison to Aikido. Im a big fan of fighting styles that use the opponents against themselves and i get the vibe that Bly is the kinda fighter who would favor that in a martial art.

I do think Bly also dabbles in Aikido as well. He definitely shows off to Aayla.

Ponds

Ponds is a hard one but im slapping TKD on him. Is it practical for war? Not really. I think the emphasis on the self discipline, respect, and mentality would make him a great pair to Mace Windu tho. I think he practices for the mental level of it all rather than the physical.

This got longer than i intended it to get but ive spent the past few hours on this. Mostly researching. If you want me to do more of these let me know!

[insomniakisses]

Brat

Requested? no. Plotless jiu smut to tease my friend.

reader type: G/n, Omega, female anatomy

Warning / notes: Alpha Jiu, Jiu has a PENIS, breeding kink, choking kink, mommy kink, swearing, nsfw content, reader has female anatomy.

“J-jiu what are u-“

Her hands wrap around ur jaw before you can finish, her thumb making its way into your mouth as she pushes down with force. But you had other plans, smirking as u bite down on her digit. Growling lowly she rips her hand away, harshly forcing you to your knees.

“Oh? So your gonna be a brat i see?” You don’t answer and she raises a brow at that, before huffing from inpatients. Undoing her pants she lets them hit the floor as her cock sprints free of her boxers. The hardened length almost hitting you in the face.

“If you want to be a brat, i can treat you like one” she grunts before wrapping her arms around your neck and squeezing all the while yanking you closer.

“Open” she demands, and you can’t help but comply when the starts pushing her cock into your mouth. Each inch goes deeper and deeper and you suppress a gag when she bottoms out deep within your throat. Her hand still applying pressure there.

She can’t help but moan as you hopelessly try to swallow around her, restricted by her thick cock and the pressure her long fingers are giving your throat. She would of liked to stay still a little longer to show you who’s in charge but she wasn’t planning to cum that quickly.

With another guttural moan she pulls out just to thrust back into your awaiting mouth. Her hands gripping your hair tightly to face fuck you full force. Her heavy cum filled balls never failing to hit your throat full force with every thrust as her cock twitches deep within your throat, spearing into you with every thrust her gives.

Her moans and grunts pairing amazingly with the wet noise of your throat and the moaned gags you have no choice but to let out around her alpha hood.

Eyes widening in shock as tears stream down your face, you gag as her knot begins to form in your throat worried for a second she would let it fully expand in there. But to her dismay she pulls out the action followed by the wet noise of your spit and her curses and groans as her cock twitches red and hard and just aching to cum.

“Fuck y/n..” she moans out as she grabs your wrists, pushing you agains the wall and trapping you in place with a vice grip on your wrists above your head. Her other hand coming down to slap your ass a few times before slipping your pants and skirt off to run her long digits through your folds.

She cant help but rub and pull at your clit a little before slowly inserting a finger. Pumping it in and out knuckle deep, she moans at the wet noise it makes her cock just begging for attention as you moan and whine against the wall.

“Think you deserve my cock, whore?” Her sentence is punctuates with her rubbing the tip against your entrance, occasionally pushing in ever so slightly before pulling away. Chuckling deeply as you whine and beg for her to fuck you raw.

“Well well well, seems my baby is feeling naughty today” she hums, kissing and biting at your shoulders and neck. Pushing you impossibly closer to the wall as she towers over you, cock pressing into your ass.

“Please…m-mommy” you beg pushing back into her as much as you can in her restraining grip. You feel her smirk against your neck as she continues to moan and hum into her bites there. Biting particular hard where your neck and shoulders meet.

“Good slut” she praises as her cock enters you in one quick thrust. She leaves no time for you to react, hips taking off as she fucks you agains the wall. Your moans muffle as your face presses against the cold hard tile of the kitchen, her grunts getting louder every time her knot pushes against you.

“Gonna be a good little cum slut? Gonna let mommy fill you with pups? Hmm?” She whispers low against your ear. Hot breath fanning your face and neck as you clench around her your orgasm hitting hard, legs shaking and juices running down your legs and all over jiu and the floor. Something in her snaps and she knots you mid orgasm. The mix of needing to cum for so long and the tight resistance of your walls makes her scream in pleasure.

Pulling you away from the wall and holding you up on her cock she feels her balls clench and release over and over as she fills you with load after load of cum. The both of you struggling to catch your breaths as your stomach swells with cum. Your alpha successfully breeding you sending you into a second orgasm leaving you shaking against her as your cum drips down to the floor. Your needy state causing u to grind agains her knot, her cock hitting your cervix again and again.

[minjiarchive]

stay after class | jiu x fem!reader

the minji fic that everyone has been waiting for 🏋️‍♀️

warning / smut, spanking, (professor jiu)

“Bend over the desk, pretty girl.”

Her words fell right onto your lips as you had her pinned right between your legs. Her body fit perfectly around you – it felt nice too, but she's your professor.

Anyone could agree that it's inherently wrong to be doing this and if anyone found out then you'd both end up in big trouble. It's just the way she shows up to class in such a simple yet stunning suit. Or maybe when she speaks to you so softly, praising you for the littlest things.

Everything she did you admired so you couldn't help but try finding excuses to spend time with her.

...And here you are.

You obediently followed her words and tapped the side of her thigh to let her know to stop, even though you still wanted to kiss her sweet lips. She broke away with a smile on her face as you happily obeyed to her.

You cushioned yourself comfortably with your forearm, shuddering slightly from the cold air that radiated in the room. You start trembling more as you feel her body brush against you from behind.

“Oh you have such a pretty ass don't you?” She compliments while teasing your soft skin. You feel her core rub against you a couple of times, leaving you to whimper quietly against your arm. The palm of her hand drew small circles before coming up to smack your ass.

“Fuck, Minji, please...” You clenched your fists together, taking in the sting that almost brought tears to your eyes.

“Getting more informal with me, hm?”

With each smack, the more rough she was but Minji made sure to hold back on the last two slaps before getting too carried away. To her surprise, you managed to stay decently quiet during that.

She leaned right on top of you while kissing along your shoulder blades, leaving some marks that would be easily hidden from anyone else but not so easy to get rid of. With hands holding your waist firmly, she flips you over in one move, immediately taking the chance to kiss you again.

You melted right into her, bringing one arm around her neck to pull her closer to you. Minji's fingers stroked through your hair gently before stopping to tug at it slightly. You whined against her lips, still aching for more as her knee starts massaging you in slow patterns.

“Touch me, Minji, please.” You moaned, now feeling her fingers now replace the movements of her knee. It's like she could read your mind about what you wanted.

She cocked an eyebrow at you, taken aback by your boldness. She loved it though and she merely blamed your bold behavior on herself – no one else but her has gotten you this wet.

But, she wanted to see for herself how worked up she really got you. A single finger easily ran up your slit, spreading your slick all across your folds. You clung onto her tighter as her fingers start circling your clit.

“Yeah? You want me to touch you?” Minji said, testing to see how far you could handle her teasing. Nodding eagerly at her question, you even started rocking your hips to gain some type of stimulation, but that soon became unnecessary. She finally dipped two digits inside your entrance smoothly, moaning at your walls that pulsed desperately around her.

Your back started arching off the desk as she stretched your tight pussy out. With each broken cry and a choked out curse word, she went at you harder and deeper.

Every curl of her fingers were ruining you and bringing you closer to your high. Minji just knew you were going to fall apart for her in seconds.

“Maybe after this you can come over to my house,”

“so I can taste you in so many different ways.”

[mcclainwilla]

Writing Fight Scenes Part 7 - Basic Ground-fighting Terminology

So a lot of what you see in movies is (bedazzled, unrealistic) stand-up fighting/sparring that involves things like punches and kicks. But the reality is, most fights don't remain 'on their feet.' In this post, I'm going to talk about why most realistic fights go to the ground, the goals of ground-fighting, and some basic terminology

Before that, I should mention that I am going to be speaking from a grappling perspective. Grappling and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu are very similar martial arts, the main difference being the fact that bjj is usually performed while wearing a gi. I've always found this impractical, as many of the submissions (I'll explain this term in a minute) that rely on clothing are difficult to execute if a character's opponent is wearing civilian clothing

Importance of grappling

Above all else, a character who is good at fighting will know how to grapple because it is far easier to fall than it is to stand back up. A character loses their footing? Gets tackled/tripped? Catches a fist to the face? They're going to the ground. On the other hand, once a character is on the ground, their opponent might not be so kind as to allow them back to their feet. So, what do they do?

Goals of grappling

Returning to standing position

Like I just said, it's quite hard for a character to come back to their feet after they've hit the ground, but it can be done. A character would want to 1. Create space from their opponent, 2. Move quickly (to avoid giving their opponent the chance to stop them) and 3. Protect their head, especially if their opponent is still on their feet

Pummeling/TKO/Knockout

TKO, by the way, stands for 'technical knockout,' and describes an instance where an opponent is deemed unable to fight back even while conscious, usually due to an incessant beating. If two characters are grappling, one can maneuver into a favorable position (like sitting on the chest) and just beat the shit out of the other. This is great if you have a more brutish character because the most technical part is getting into a good position

Submission

These are a little trickier to describe, because there's a lot of them. The goal of a submission is to either force an opponent to submit (no shit, right?) or to forcibly stop a fight by knocking them unconscious/breaking something. The two main categories are chokes and breaks

Chokes:

Blood chokes - these aren't as scary as they sound. They target the veins/arteries on either side of the throat to stop the flow of blood to the brain. They take hold pretty quickly but typically don't hurt at all, unless you pass out I guess

Air chokes - these are illegal in the ufc, because you can easily do damage to the throat structures. As you might guess, your character is just squeezing the hell out of the actual column of an opponent's throat. Also, they take longer to set in. Only let your character perform an air choke if they're a massive cunt/out for blood

Breaks:

This is actually another umbrella term. In reality, there are actual breaks, and then dislocations, hyperextensions, cranks/bars, and some that fall into multiple categories

Breaks - you guessed it, your character breaks bone. The most common ones are wrist, arm, elbow and knee (these two also fall into the hyperextension category), leg and ankle breaks. I've broken too many of my own bones to enjoy writing OR reading these, so

Dislocations - again, pretty self-explanatory. Shoulder and knee dislocations take precedence. Gross

Hyperextensions - mostly elbows and knees. Disgusting

Cranks/bars - this is the one I think I need to explain the most. Cranks aim to fuck up muscles, tendons and ligaments by wrenching joints beyond their normal mobilities. I see the most shoulder and knee cranks. Whump writers, you'll love these because you can go slow, drag it out. That being said, if you make me read that, I will show up in your backyard

Basic Terminology

So I already got some terms out of the way, but grappling is a whole different world than stand-up fighting. Have y'all ever heard 'jiu jitsu is gay' jokes? They're right actually

Rolling - the actual act of grappling with someone, usually for practice. It is NOT out of the ordinary for a character who does martial arts to say to their buddy, 'hey, you wanna roll?'

Clinch - 'the clinch' is kind of an intermediary stage between stand-up fighting and grappling wherein a character and their opponent are still on their feet, but they're holding onto each other. It kinda looks like a dynamic hug tbh, but really, they're fighting for a more advantageous position, so that a given character can knock their opponent to the ground

Mount - one character is flat on their back while the other straddles their chest. Ideally, the character on top (dominant position) would either sit high on their opponent's chest/collarbones, or they would sit directly on the diaphragm and squeeze with their knees

Guard - one character is flat on their back with their legs crossed around the other character's torso, who has their knees slightly spread for balance. The character on the bottom has the advantage if they can trap and pull their opponent's face to their chest, and cross their ankles high on their opponent's back. Conversely, the character on top has the advantage if they can sit up as straight as possible

Half-guard - think scissoring, almost. One character on their back/side and one sitting/kneeling upright, each with one of the other's legs crossed between their own. Same rules for advantage as guard. I don't really like this position because I don't like having my legs tangled up, it's too easy for my opponent to try a knee bar

Side control - one character flat on their back (preferably with their knees bent upwards) and the other laying on them perpendicularly, face-down. The idea here is to be as heavy as possible, to stop the character on the bottom from moving. Female characters want to press using the weight of their hips, male characters want to press using the weight of their chest; to trap a female character, lay closer to the hips, and to trap a male character, lay on the chest.

Rear mount - actually not as terrible as it sounds! Both characters on their asses, one behind the other with their arms wrapped around the torso/the ankles hooked behind the knees. DO NOT let your character cross their ankles when they are the one behind, holding their opponent. It is an EXCELLENT way to end up with broken legs (don't worry abt why)

North-south - ...69. I hate this one too, it's way too easy to get my knee fucked with

I hope this was helpful, and if not helpful, at least amusing. I guess the idea of this post was to give you some key words to google, in case you want to do more in-depth research (i.e you want your character to perform a cool submission but have no idea where to start looking)

Unimportant but funny aside, my old instructors accidentally came up with a blood choke where you literally use your face to choke someone tf out. They call it The Hickey

[unholydeukae]

from the ABC’s i would definitely want to see some singbin stuff from you..

I hope this is to your liking :)

Siyeon uses their day off to go work on some music in her studio and while she would've liked to spend some time with her girlfriend, Dami wanted to spend some time writing stuff as well. Aside from a few texts throughout the day, they're both busy in their studios but when Siyeon tells Dami that she'll wrap up and return to the dorm in about half an hour, the younger girl is quick to pack her things and prepare everything before Siyeon arrives at the dorm.

When Siyeon enters the dorm, she can hear SuA and JiU in the kitchen while the other three are watching a movie in the living room. Only Dami is nowhere to be seen, but maybe she's not back from the studio yet? Siyeon makes her way to her room but as soon as she enters, her interest is piqued by some things laying on her bed.

As she walks towards it, she can make out the objects and she can already feel her blood starting to travel south. A black collar with silver rivets, the matching leash neatly rolled up next to it, a magic wand and a note. She picks up the paper to read what it says: "you know what to do. Come to my room asap"

Indeed, Siyeon knows what she has to do but that doesn't mean she won't be nervous about it. After taking off her shirt and pants, she puts on the collar and clicks the leash into the ring, then makes her way over to Dami's room, hoping that none of the members would come across her in that state - only wearing underwear, a vibrator in one hand and her own leash in the other.

Thankfully, no one notices her and she already finds herself in front of Dami's door. Taking a deep breath, she knocks to announce herself and enters, not waiting for an answer she knows she wouldn't get in this situation. She purposely doesn't search for her girlfriend before she closes the door behind her, only when it's locked she looks up.

"I'm glad you're here, I've been waiting for you," Dami says with a low, controlled voice. She leans against her desk, naked, arms and legs crossed but her eyes sparkle with anticipation. Her long blonde hair flows down her back and Siyeon feels her erection strain against her boxers.

Dami motions her over with a crooked finger until Siyeon stands in front of her. With the younger girl leaning against the desk, their height difference becomes more evident but Siyeon feels herself shrink under her gaze. Holding out her hands, the older girl hands Dami the leash and the vibrator, and with a slight smile and a "thank you", she places the device on the table.

Almost quivering with anticipation, Siyeon watches how Dami reaches behind herself and grabs a glass of clear honey. The younger girl's eyes never leave Siyeon's who needs to swallow when Dami takes the honey spoon out of the pot and lets the sweet liquid drip on her breasts. It slowly runs over her nipples and the older girl is so mesmerized that she doesn't notice how Dami puts the jar back on the desk.

A tug on the leash makes her snap back into reality. "I know you want it. If you miss a drop, expect a punishment." Siyeon nods, a quiet "yes" follows right after before she kneels down and starts licking the honey off of the girl's abs. Slowly, she follows the paths of sweetness upwards, making sure to gather every drop. She feels her dick throb in her pants when her tongue runs across Dami's boobs and she can hear her sigh contentedly.

Once she is sure she cleaned everything off, she sinks back down on her knees and looks up. Dami meets her eyes and smiles, a hand ruffles her hair for a moment. "Good job. Now," she uncrosses her legs and picks up the magic wand, "make me cum with this, yeah?"

Siyeon nods, eager to please and takes the vibrator from her. She turns it on the lowest setting and places it gently against Dami's pussy. A groan immediately escapes her throat and the older girl's eyes jump up to look at her girlfriend's face. Her eyes are closed and she clearly enjoys the stimulation, and Siyeon is so fascinated that she nearly forgets to keep the toy pressed against her.

Just before Dami can scold her, she remembers and quickly brings it back into position. To not get too distracted by her face again, Siyeon lets her gaze wander across her body, over her stiff nipples that glisten with saliva, her muscular tummy that moves in rhythm with her fast breathing... The hands that were just loosely placed on the desk suddenly grip onto the edge, Dami's stomach starts quivering and with a surprisingly high pitched moan, she comes undone.

Slightly panting, she opens her eyes and says, "You... You can remove it. Good job, puppy." Siyeon's eyes light up at the praise and she turns off the vibrator, handing it back to her girlfriend. After placing it back on the desk, she tugs on the leash and Siyeon gets up. Dami keeps pulling her towards her and presses their lips together, greedily demanding entrance to Siyeon's mouth.

They both moan when their tongues meet and Dami can taste the sweetness of the honey. She explores Siyeon's mouth a little more before she lightly pulls the leash away from her, making them break the kiss. "On your knees," the younger girl commands and Siyeon obeys, flinching in pain when her kneecaps hit the floor a bit too harshly. "Careful," Dami mumbles before she grabs a fistful of short red hair at the back of Siyeon's head and pushes her against her crotch.

"Make me cum," and the older girl starts licking eagerly through her folds. Since her girlfriend came once already, Siyeon's lower face is drenched in her juices immediately. The scent of her arousal makes it hard for her to focus and she catches herself trying to hump the air until suddenly a heel digs into her back - a silent warning. Trying to put more effort into her actions, she shifts her attention towards Dami's entrance, knowing how much she enjoys penetration.

Doing her best to tongue fuck her girlfriend, her thoughts drift off again and her almost painfully hard cock starts to occupy most of her brain again. Noticing that Siyeon isn't concentrating the way she's supposed to, Dami hooks her leg over her shoulder and pushes her closer, successfully restricting her movements, then she tugs on the leash, a clear sign for her dissatisfaction.

Still, Siyeon's brain is too muddled up by lust to focus and Dami groans. "Stupid mutt," she murmurs contemptibly before she shoves her face deeper into her pussy, strengthening the grip she has on the older girl's hair. Siyeon takes a moment to realize that Dami won't let her retract to breathe anymore - not until she makes her cum, that is. They've played this "game", as the younger girl calls it, before and Siyeon is well aware that no matter how quick she finishes her job now, she's in for a punishment.

Not wanting to pass out from lack of oxygen, she moves her tongue in and out of Dami's dripping hole as skillfully as she can manage, making sure to reach all of her extra sensitive spots. Finally, she can feel her thighs start to tremble and when Siyeon already sees black spots appear, the coil seems to snap and Dami cums, rolling her hips against the girl's face to ride out her orgasm.

When she lets go of her hair just a second later, Siyeon jerks backwards and gasps for air, the black dots slowly disappearing as oxygen fills up her lungs again. Still trying to regain her breathing, Dami removes her leg from her shoulder and lightly kicks her sternum.

"Was it that hard, really? You started so well today and yet... I can't just let that pass, you know that, right?" Siyeon looks up at her, a sheepish expression on her face, but Dami knows her well enough to see that she's already on the way to subspace.

Tugging on the leash, she motions towards her bed. "On all fours, now! Don't make me want to prolong your punishment." Siyeon is quick to obey, she nearly trips over her own feet as she tries to get up but manages to get into position fast enough.

A moment later, Dami follows her and stands behind her, placing the jar of honey and a slim but long dildo on the bed. While slipping off Siyeon's boxers, she says, "You already know this, but if you cum before I say you can, this will be a long night for you. Understood?"

The older girl nods and Dami slaps one of her ass cheeks. A shudder goes through the girl's body and the younger one can hear her whimper faintly. She rubs the palm of her hand over the red spot before she quickly hits it two more times. Siyeon's hips jerk every time and Dami can see precum glistening on the tip of her cock.

Moving on to start her actual punishment, Dami grabs the older girl's ass cheeks and spreads them, then runs a finger across her little hole. "We haven't done this in way too long, haven't we?" she says, although it's more of a statement than a question. Siyeon whimpers once more and Dami picks up the honey.

The older girl can't see what's happening but she feels how liquid drips on her asshole. Dami makes sure there's a generous amount of honey on and around her hole, then covers the dildo as well. After putting the jar to the side, she holds the dildo at the base and rubs the tip around the puckered skin for a moment before she positions it.

"Deep breath in and out," she says and when she feels the girl breathe out, she slowly pushes against her sphincter. Bit by bit, the tip of the dildo moves into her ass but despite the small size, Siyeon has trouble taking it. When about a third of the toy is inside her, Dami stops moving for a moment, checking up on her girlfriend but when there's no complaints, she pushes the dildo further inside.

The honey proves to be a sticky lube but otherwise works just fine and about a minute later, Dami squeezes Siyeon's ass as a silent praise. Pulling out is a lot easier but it's still a punishment, so Dami starts to speed the whole process up, not pulling out completely but pushing back in quicker and less gently.

A few minutes and some harsh pulling on the leash later - her back bends so prettily like that - Siyeon is a quivering mess; Dami can see her ass clench around the dildo whenever she smacks one of her butt cheeks. "Don't forget that you can't cum," the younger girl reminds her but Siyeon's only response is incomprehensible sounds.

Smiling to herself, Dami watches how her girlfriend slips further into subspace, she's fairly sure that she's already unable to form a coherent sentence. Not wanting to risk her to actually cum too soon, she roughly pulls the dildo out of her ass and looks at the little gap before it closes up quickly.

"On your back, toy, now!" Dami orders and miraculously, Siyeon still has enough working brain cells to obey. Laying on her back, she looks at the younger one and Dami can see that there's indeed not much thought left behind those eyes. She urges her to lift her head by tugging on the leash and makes sure she stays somewhat upright by keeping a constant connection before she shows Siyeon the dildo in her other hand.

Before Dami can even say something, the older girl opens her mouth and lets her tongue hang out. Pushing the dildo past her lips, the younger girl scratches the back of Siyeon's head and says, "You can be good after all, huh? So eager, suddenly." The older girl seems to have realized that there's honey on the toy - or at least that it tastes very sweet because she willingly licks all around it, trying her best to reach her tongue to the base.

"I'll help you with that, pet, open up," and Dami pushes the dildo completely down her throat, watching how Siyeon's eyes become even more clouded as she gags around the silicone. Slightly worried she might throw up - Dami wasn't sure how well Siyeon could control her reflexes in that state - the younger girl releases her and lets her head sink back down on the mattress.

Watching her like a puppy watches a ball in its owner's hand, Siyeon follows Dami's every movement. Putting away the dildo and the honey, Dami looks around her desk and returns with the vibrator in one hand and a cock ring in the other.

She sits down on the bed next to Siyeon and at this point she's convinced the girl is completely out of it. Dami grabs the girl's cock right under the glans and holds it painfully firmly, Siyeon jerks lightly at the uncomfortable touch.

"After this, I'll allow you to cum in me - if you manage to not fuck it up now," she says one last time before she turns on the magic wand and presses it against the flushed tip of the dick. The older girl starts making pained sounds but Dami's only reaction is to dig her nails into the cock's sensitive skin until Siyeon stops whining.

The younger girl watches the other one's face and body whenever she moves the vibrator around the glans, satisfied with every twitch of muscles and uncomfortable sound - it's a punishment, after all. She tortures her for another few minutes, digging her nails into her cock whenever Siyeon is too close to orgasm.

When she hears her start mumbling incomprehensible things again and sees drool running out of the corner of her mouth, she turns off the wand and puts it to the side. Without a word, Dami grabs the cock ring - with great foresight she opted for an adjustable one - and positions it on the base of her girlfriend's dick, then starts tightening it until she deems it appropriate.

Dami picks the leash back up and straddles Siyeon's middle, then pulls it a few times and, when there's not enough reaction, slaps her cheeks a few times until she seems to be at least a little bit with her again. "You can cum in me, but I will keep riding you until I cum too, no matter how overstimulated you are, got it? You're allowed to shoot a second load if you can."

Siyeon nods lightly; Dami assumes she went non-verbal since she hasn't said anything in quite a few minutes already but since it's a regular occurrence, she's not worried about it. Adjusting her position, she sinks down on the cock and the stretch is nearly too much for her.

A bunch of curses spill from Dami's lips as she feels how she's being split open - Siyeon is big in general but with such intense edging and the, admittedly very tight, cock ring it's almost too much for the younger girl to take it. Just almost though, and she's quick to start grinding on the massive dick.

Not even ten seconds later, she feels the older girl throb inside her and with a buck of her hips, her load shoots deep inside Dami's pussy. Groaning lowly, the younger one yanks on the leash and starts grinding faster, adding some up and down movement as well when she notices that Siyeon is far from becoming soft.

Turning to the side, she fumbles for the magic wand, immediately turning it on a higher setting when she finds it and presses it against her clit. The very intense double stimulation makes her orgasm approach in no time and she feels herself squeeze down on Siyeon as she reaches her peak.

Dami's moan was definitely loud enough to be heard all through the dorm and for a moment, she's worried that someone will knock on the door and ask if she's okay but that thought is quickly forgotten when she feels how her girlfriend fills her up a second time.

She turns the vibrator off and throws it to the side before she grabs her phone from the nightstand and takes a few pictures of Siyeon's cock stretching out her pussy - including cum running out of it. Then she puts it away and her attention back to her girlfriend who seems to have passed out already.

Letting her slide out of herself with a groan, Dami removes the cockring and grabs some wipes to clean both herself and Siyeon as much as possible. She wraps the older girl into a blanket and makes a quick trip to the bathroom, not wanting to stain her bed with two creampies before she returns to her room and joins Siyeon under the blanket.

Dami takes off the girl's collar and leash and checks for any possible red marks before she wraps her arms around Siyeon who contentedly nuzzles her face into the younger girl's chest.

When Dongie enters the room half an hour later to let them know that dinner is ready, she finds them both fast asleep. Looking at them, Dami's hair seems to make a halo around her, and she's tempted to take a picture until she notices the various things laying around. Maybe, they're not as much Saints as the halo makes it seem.

[eyesforahead]

SHEN JIU BACKSTORY based fanfic)

He was sold.

Sold like an object.

He looks at his arm, it was blue and purple. A bruise. A claim, a temporary but one it is.

He wants to cut his arm off.

No one should touch him.

He hates it.

He has been locked in the woodshed after his legs were broken.

He bit the "lord" Qiu jianluo.

He deserved it.

Sighing aggravated, he leans his head against the wooden wall. The chain around his neck clattering. A reminder. He's trapped.

The wall was uncomfortable the wood was coming off he could feel it dig in his back.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard. Little one's. Someone his age. Who?

A soft whisper calls out from the crack between the wooden wall in front of him. He didn't even notice it.

He knows the voice.

" Qi-Ge. What are you doing here? Run away! You'll get caught. " He whispers back viciously, worried.

His brother like a fool ignores him. " Qi-Ge will get you out, give me a moment! I'll find something to break the lock of the woodshed door. " Hopeful he says.

Xiao Jiu grimaced. " No. Stop. You'll get caught. Besides, I'm chained and both my legs are broken. Save yourself you fool. "

A sharp intake of breathe was heard. If he could see him he'd see his brother Yue Qi on the verge of tears.

" I'm sorry Xiao Jiu. I'll save you , I'll go get help. "

Foolish , who would help someone like them? He voices such a thought for with his brother he can speak his mind.

" Then, I'll become a cultivator. Like we dreamed of! I'll be powerful and come save you. I promise! "

Before he can respond his fear comes true. The sound of men walking is heard. The guards are coming.

" You better keep that promise. GO! "

For once, he'll believe in something.

His brother leaves, promising to return and Xiao Jiu knows he will.

Footsteps were heard through out the nice. Each footstep different than the other.

Sometimes he'd hear snickering. They'd laugh about him. They'd make fun of him. Degrade him.

Each time , he grit his teeth. His lip bled but the taste of metal was familiar to his taste buds, it was comforting for only those who were alive bled and for as long as he lived he will not bend or entertain anyone.

He didn't sleep that night.

He was used to not sleeping, the streets weren't exactly safe to sleep in.

Xiao Jiu longs for his brother. The warmth and safety he felt hugged in his bony arms.

From the little crack, where his brother had spoken light creeps through. It was morning.

Time went by fast, a feeling of dread went through him.

There was a sound of key's, he turns towards the sound. The door. They were coming for him.

In come in three male guards all sneering at him.

The tallest gets closer to him.

Close enough, he bites when the hand gets closer. He sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of the hand.

The man cursing pushed him off. They can't hurt him. Not yet. The lord had strictly told them not to.

They had won and were dragging him into the mansion were Xiao Jiu knew was to see the lord.

They had won, but they were bitten and scratched.

They had held him down. Held his hands to stop from scratching. Legs to stop from kicking. They forgot about his teeth.

He had bit like a dog desperate to survive.

He is not afraid of ripped flesh with his teeth. He will not be bent.

His knees hurt from dragging across the rocks to the mansion but he refused to make it easier for them.

He looks up high and proud staring at the lord of the mansion. Qiu Jianluo.

He was staring down at him like a predator. Like an animal. He smiled . His smiles showing too many teeth to be comforting and his eyes squinted too much.

The room was silent, and suddenly, a crisp and forceful sound echoed through the air as the palm connected with the skin, creating a resounding "CRACK!" that reverberated throughout the room. It was as if the sound itself demanded attention, breaking the silence.

The force of the slap was great, he fell to the floor. His cheek bleeding and red.

The lord began to speak.

" You do not look at me like that, you show respect to your betters. You obey me and only me or to those I say to. You are Jiu. Nothing but a number a slave. You have no rights. "

Gritting his teeth, he nodded. He knew not to speak.

" Good. You will be shared by my sister. My sweet little sister Haitang. Don't upset her or I fear you'll have a worse fate than death, Dear Jiu. "

A nod again.

This was disgusting, he felt nauseous.

" For today you'll have tasks with the maid's, tomorrow you'll meet her. "

The maid's were kind. Their hands calloused with work but soft and gentle when touching him.

Their head pats and comforting word's felt great.

He felt content. For a while.

He was removing dust from the bookshelf in the living room when he heard footsteps. Heavy one's. A male one's.

Turning around to not give his back and leave himself vulnerable he sees another guard, one he hasn't seen before look at him and sneer. " A flesh toy, huh? For the lord. " He had said and left to continue his way.

He gripped the book tighter. He was no toy.

No one else would see that for he was just Jiu.

That day wasn't bad, he had lunch and dinner with the maid's. The food was dry but he had devoured it.

He was taken to the servants area where they slept and bathe.

He felt content to sleep in a bed but he did not feel safe.

He fell into a light sleep that left him still tired in the morning.

Startled by the sound of a knock he slowly, on guard open the door glaring.

It was a maid.

He relaxes his facial expression. No need to be hostile with them. They've shown nothing but kindness.

He was told to get ready with the clothes the maid handed him, have breakfast and go to the lord's office.

The robe's he was given was that of a servant, showing his status. He had narrow-sleeved upper garment .

He skipped breakfast, to nauseous to eat from the fact he needs to go see him.

This time, he walked alone to his office. No one else walked him there.

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[shizunitis]

you talked about genshin and then also fnv and im just sitting here like ‼️‼️ cause omg shizunitis talks about my other autism too

im rapidly spinning around and one day i will become a particle accelerator

when worlds collide baby

anyway if shizun and binghe where in genshin, what visions do u think they would have? asking for ur professional opinion 🙏☺️

i have a wide range of interests i dip my toes in every now and then 🙂‍↕️ it was innevitable.

honestly i’m not sure how well genshin visions would translate for svsss characters? my knee jerk response for shen qingqiu is dendro (shizun shroom), but anemo fits much better but not perfectly.

and trying to figure out binghe properly, aside from the fact that he’d have to have something to do with the abyss order or celestia and whatever the fuck is going on over there, is a surefire way to make me cry in frustration. the man is impossible to pin down sometimes 😫 i’m going pyro but i’m not convincing myself properly of it

mobei is easy to pin down. yue qingyuan is perfect for geo. liu qingge for electro? shang qinghua could be geo or hydro, i’m not sure. the further i follow this train of thought the less sure i am.

in my perfect genshin au (haven’t finished fontaine yet so i might be missing some stuff lore-wise) shen yuan would be the archon of shen jiu’s element and pull a zhongli on his nation, tianlang-jun and luo binghe would have the same vision, mu qingfang would be a better baizhu (not like it’s hard) and maybe, the bingge-bingmei twins would end up like the traveler and the abyss prince(ss).

we keep xiao. i miss him.