#UFC Write Up

[deputy-buck]

Desperately want to write nasty raunchy smutty (and a little feely) a/b/o, give me a pairing 😭😭

[k9iriz]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘧𝘦𝘮/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸

𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝘫𝘰𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.

[ warnings: fluff w/ a pinch of smut, newlyweds alert. new years update so im sorry if it’s short i just wanted to write sumn about joe:) ]

“joe! the fight is on!” i yelled as i ran downstairs, rushing to turn the tv on as joe followed behind as i was in a robe, and he was in his, open and out.

“alright, here i come, mrs. burrow.” joe jokingly chuckled as he grabbing a water before he sat next to me on the couch, grabbing a water before immediately tuning into the main event of the card.

me and joe normally bond on things, even special date nights reduce to ufc fights or any type of martial arts because it’s rare for a girl to like it.

especially since we were newlyweds and we had all the free time since the season was over. but not only do we do, we made up a tradition to do on these fights. it encites the fun within it all.

betting on it.

“usman has leon in the second around by knockout.” joe smiled as he took a sip of his water, making me blink out and stare at him.

“nope, leon has it, third round, knock out. bet on it.” i smirked that the last part as i looked over at him, smirking to say the least, before looking at me the same way.

“okay, winner…gets 500 dollars.” joe shrugged as i looked over at him, smirking as he did the same.

“okay, but let me raise the steaks. double it and the winner gets the cookie jar money.” i smiled as joe furrowed his eyebrows, looking at me as i sat up.

he was taken aback by that, but he wasn’t turning it down.

we had a cookie jar with money we randomly have left to save for any future things we planned on, but for right now it was just sitting there at that moment.

it was a total or near estimate of 3,800-4,000 dollars in there, but who really was counting?

“alright. you’re on beautiful.” joe confirmed as he kissed my lips, making me blush, he’s so cute.

I YELLED loudly as i jumped up and down, my prediction was right after all.

joe looked defeated in some way but smiling because this was the best ever bonding time we’ve ever had, especially date night kinda things. just proud of me but it kinda sucked he lost thousand dollars.

“i told you! didn’t i not?” i squealed as i jumped up and down on the couch, making joe laugh, his face turning red at his wife being hyper.

“alright, alright beautiful. you got me there. congrats.” joe chuckled as his face turned red making me slouch right back into his lap, facing him.

“mnm…thank you mr. burrow.” i smiled as he kissed me on my cheek, tapping my thigh as the ppv concluded.

“what do you plan on doing with the winnings anways? shopping?” joe asked curiously as he looked at me with his hooded blue-icey eyes. lord. if looks could kill.

i took it in as i giggled a bit, but i thought about it for a second before smiling, adverting my eyes back to him.

“im gonna use it…and the cookie jar money…go get your whole mancave redecorated like you asked, for your birthday baby.” i smiled widely as joe’s eyes lit up, making us share a passionate kiss, whi body language changed immediately.

he loved how i was never selfish and always thought about him, even though he’s great at taking care of me in return.

i love him so much.

“really?” joe asked again as i chuckled, confirming it as i yelped at him randomly picking me up out of nowhere.

“i love you so much y/n.” he whispered as i smiled, doing the same.

“i love you more…but where are we going? we have like two more fights to watch.”

“nope, but you know what i really wanna do? i wanna go some actual rounds, and make you tap-out…hm?” he bit his lip at me as i wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the same energy look.

the sexual tension. “mhm…that’s if you don’t tap out on me.” i playfully smirked.

“trust me. i got enough energy.” joe smirked as he took me into the back, making me squeal the night played out well.

and we did some unspeakable rounds that night…date night successful.

[ HELLO?? nobody asked for some joe newlywed fluff with a pinch of smut HUH? but happy new years! 😗 even though they lost so idk why im updating. ]

[13uswntimagines]

The Come Down (Alessia Russo X MMA fighter!R)

R is a very popular MMA fighter, and Alessia sees the parts of you that other people don't. Shes the one who gets to put you back together again after a tough fight.

Warnings: D/S undertones but no smut.

Author's note: This was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy it. Feel free to hit me up with ideas and comments and stuff.

You sighed, leaning your head against the stone walls of the Emirates tunnel, letting it soothe the twinges that always lingered after a long flight.

It was masochistic, but the ache that lingered the day after a war in the Octagon was always one of your favorite feelings, especially if you won. It helped you to compartmentalize the parts of yourself. It helped you separate the completely in-control fighter, the stone-cold monster that didn’t give a fuck about her opponents, and the human that lingered underneath. 

It was hard to punch a man until he was unconscious if you thought about how human he was. If you pictured his family and his life as anything other than an opponent for you to run through. But you never wanted that part of yourself to exist anywhere other than in the cage. 

The throb in your muscles and ache in your cuts helped you lock that part of yourself away. It helped you keep your grip on reality in all of the post-fight hormones until you could get to the grounding force that was your girlfriend. 

The post-fight come-down was always difficult for you, especially after a 5 round back and forth battle like the one you had just fought. 

You loved your job, you really did, but it was so easy to… lose yourself. To get lost in the anger of the UFC universe and the vitriol of your opponents. To get lost in the cycle of Training, listening to a man tell you he was going to destroy you at press conferences, cutting weight and beating the ever-living fuck out of someone while people cheered. 

Just being in the same building as Alessia had set you at ease, and watching her score 2 against Chelsea was even better. 

But the sound of the crowd had started to set you on edge. The way they erupted when your face, black eye, stitched gash on your cheek curving up to your forehead and all, appeared on the Jumbotron after your girlfriend’s PK had you clenching your teeth. It egged on the thoughts of murdering the keeper that had taken her out swirling in your brain, along with the desire to demolish the player who had so callously stepped on her teammate after a play. 

It was why you escaped to the tunnel, to gain some form of control over your thoughts. 

Maybe flying out as soon as you had been cleared by the medics wasn’t such a good idea, but you couldn’t stand being away from Alessia any longer than you had to be. You couldn’t stand being away from the comfort, love, and… safety she offered you. 

God, you sounded like a psycho. 

Or a submissive nearing the end of her rope.

6 weeks apart from your girlfriend was really doing a number on you. 

“Ay bruiser, fancy meeting you here,” Katie said, appearing in front of you with a wide smile. 

You flashed a toothy grin at the Irishwoman, ignoring the way it pulled at the stitches holding your cheek together. “Maccabe, always a pleasure,” 

She caught your arm. “That was one hell of a fight. Thought Less was gonna break my hand during the third round,”

You grimaced. 

The third round was the only one your opponent won. He had caught you with a big overhand right, opening the gash on your cheek and knocking you on your ass in the last 15 seconds of the round. The knees he had followed it up with to your side hadn’t been fun either. He had almost finished you, and you knew it had to be hard for the team and your girlfriend to watch. 

“My hand dipped when I tried to close the distance,”

It really was a game of inches, and he had certainly taken advantage of your small mistake. It was ok, you had gotten him in the end anyway. 

Katie made a sound of agreement, glancing at the tunnel behind you. “Certainly made us all nervous, but I’m happy you took his head off, even if it took you until the last 30 seconds of the fight,” 

She made a little kicking movement with her leg like a semi-recreation of the head kick you had used to end the fight. 

“Didn’t want to rush it,” You shrugged, nodding to the Arsenal girls as they passed you, unable to help the way you automatically searched each face for your girlfriend. 

“Ya missus is still signing for a couple of kids,” She gestured over her shoulder, a knowing smile still playing at her lips. “I can take you to her if you want?”

You shook your head. “I’ll wait here. I’m in no hurry,” 

You also didn’t think you could deal with the sounds of the crowd when your head was still pounding, a consequence of taking a flight with a concussion against doctor's orders you supposed, and you ached every time you took a step, every time you inhaled too deeply really. 

Katie’s eyes softened when she saw the emotions flit across your features. “Come on, let's go to the locker room instead. It’s away from prying eyes,”

She tugged your hand. You let her lead you deeper into the tunnel and into a room filled with wooden cubbies. 

It was nice to let your brain turn off, to just… follow along and allow someone else to lead you. 

“Hey champ,” Leah smiled at you as Katie deposited you in what you assumed was Alessia’s locker. “That was one hell of a fight last night,”

“Thanks,” You winked at the defender. “You guys had a fantastic game too,��� 

“I’m not sure a football match compares to a man trying to punch you in the face,” Steph said, glancing at you from her spot near Lottie. 

You made a low sound in the back of your throat, feeling the tightness return to your chest. “But I don’t have people stepping on me after the bell,” 

“But you do end up covered in blood,” Kyra chirped. “We don’t have to worry about that usually,” 

“Most of the time it’s not mine,” You muttered, leaning further into your girlfriend's locker. Her perfume lingered in the cubby, and you let it soothe the frayed edges of your nerves.

You didn’t want to think about fighting. About the person. The savage. you were in the octagon. You toyed with the hem of your sweatshirt sleeve. It was slightly too long because it really belonged to Alessia. She had given it to you before fight week. 

It helped, but it wasn’t her. 

It hadn’t been enough after the fight, and it wasn’t enough now. 

You didn’t think you could wait much longer, but you didn’t have to. 

“The stadium is buzzin,” Alessia said slightly breathlessly, stepping through the locker room door. 

You were immediately on your feet, taking in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Less,” 

A grin instantly broke across her face, and she crossed the room in 3 long strides. Her arms wrapped around you, and without thinking you buried your face in her chest. 

It made the gash on your cheek sting and the tender skin of your jaw ache, but you didn’t care, pressing yourself as tightly to her as you could. She shifted, her nails running over your back with one hand as the other cupped the back of your neck. 

It was gentle, and grounding, and everything that you craved. 

“Hey baby girl,” She breathed into your hair, her voice dipping just a little and sending a shudder down your spine. 

She was like a ray of sunshine, always warm and sweet. It was why none of the fans would ever speculate about the positions that the two of you held in your relationship. They joked that she was too soft to be a dominant, but the people who understood how your relationship worked could see that her mix of firmness and warmth was exactly what you needed. 

She waited for you to pull away first, just enough to meet her eyes. “Hey,”

She leaned in and placed a careful kiss on your lips. “I’ll shower and then we can go, yeah?”

You deflated, your fingers tangling more tightly in her jersey. You didn’t want to let her go, even if it was just for a second. 

“You can come with me,” She said, a knowing look in her eyes. “And tell me all about fight week,” 

“Ok,” You agreed, only loosening your grip long enough for her to grab her shower bag and change of clothes, before you latched back on, holding the hem of her jersey tightly as she led you towards the showers. 

You felt a bit like a child, clinging to her, but she was like a buoy keeping you from drowning in the sea of your rocky emotions, and now that she was close to you, you couldn’t let her go. You were afraid that if you did, you would lose your grip on reality. 

The warm, wet air of the shower helped too. 

It reminded you of your post-fight routine. 

Win or lose you would stand under the hot steam of the stadium, washing off the blood and sweat from the octagon until your coaches pulled you out. It was part of the routine that you had skipped since the docs wanted to stitch your cheek as soon as you were out of eyeshot of the fans. 

Then you had felt so… off balance that you raced through a cold shower and hopped on a plane to get to your girlfriend as quickly as possible. You didn’t even stay for the post-fight press conference. 

“Come on love,” She said, pulling you into one of the stalls, sliding the first curtain shut behind the two of you, and bringing her face inches from yours. 

Her hand very gently cupped your cheek, mindful of the dark bruises that littered the skin, tilting your chin up. Her eyes searched you for a long moment like she was reading your mind. Like she was deciding what you needed from her. 

Her pointer finger very gently followed the long cut that ran under your left cheek, up to your temple, and just above your eyebrow. “I thought they usually put a bandage over stitches,”

Your eyes darted away from her. “I didn’t like the way it pulled at my skin,”

“I think you’d like it less if you got an infection,” She deadpanned, using her thumb to tilt your chin up further as she stepped into your space. “You wouldn’t be able to fight,” 

“But the scar would be worth it,” You shrugged, using all of your strength to muster up fake nonchalance. 

Her lip quirked upward. “Would it?”

You let your own smile morph into a playful smirk, despite the tremendous effort it took. “Chicks dig girls with scars,” 

“I think you’ve got enough of those, cheeky,” She hummed, leaning in and brushing the thick line that lived on the underside of your jaw with her nose. “I like it more when you come out without a scratch on you or a hair out of place,” 

You hummed, leaning back on the stall wall as her lips replaced her nose on your jaw, her teeth grazing the delicate skin as she made her way down the column of your throat and back up. 

Her hips pressed into yours, keeping you pinned to the wall, her thumbs insistent under your chin, keeping your head tilted up as her tongue slid pleasantly against your own. 

You sighed into the kiss, your fingers twisting into the material of her jersey, trying to pull her closer. 

Her thigh flexed between your legs, pressing into you, and you couldn’t help the way your hips rolled down to meet her. 

Or the wince that broke the kiss when the 

movement pulled uncomfortably at your ribs. 

“Babe?” 

You whined as she pulled away, blinking open to meet her burning blue eyes. 

“I’m ok,” You said breathlessly, trying to lean back up to kiss her. 

Her hand on your chest stopped you, as did the perfect arch of her eyebrow that screamed yeah right. 

Her fingers traced down your chest to the hem of your shirt. They crept under your top, meeting the tape wrapped heavily across your abdomen instead of smooth skin. 

Her eyes widened when she pulled up your sweatshirt, revealing the thick white bandages wrapped tightly across your stomach. 

“Want to try again love?” She asked, finally looking up at you with an expression that had a shiver tingling down your spine. 

“Just two cracked ribs and some nasty bruises,” You huffed, shifting uncomfortably when her fingers grazed the material. 

“Just,” She snorted, shaking her head, dropping your shirt, and standing up to her full height. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?” 

You shrugged. “I didn’t want you to worry. The stitches were already enough,” 

“I’d rather know and worry than accidentally hurt you,” Alessia said seriously. 

You looked away from her, swallowing hard. “And I knew you wouldn’t touch me at all if I told you,” 

“Baby girl,” She murmured, her voice going very soft, her thumb very gently ghosting over your uninjured cheek. 

She knew that the come down from fights was always particularly difficult for you. That the power that you held in the octagon always made you crave submission. You craved to not have to think, to just exist, and then to let your being relax in the aftercare that followed. 

This time the desire was amplified by the brutality of the fight. 

She could see you teetering on the edge, fighting the fog that always filled your brain, and while she wanted to scold you for withholding information, she knew that that wasn’t what you needed from her. 

Not when you were already dropping so hard. 

“Ok,” She said, keeping her voice soft as you leaned further into her touch. “I’m going to shower, and you’re going to be a good girl and stay right here for me, alright?”

You made a low noise in the back of your throat, and your eyes slid closed as you nodded very slowly. 

“Good girl,” She hummed, placing a very gentle kiss on your lips, and pulling away. “I’ll be two minutes love,”

You sagged against the shower stall wall. 

You could do that. You could wait 120 seconds for your girlfriend. 

You could and would do whatever she asked you to do because you knew it would help. You knew she would fit all of your loose pieces back together again and make it ok. 

You just had to exist.

[sugar-plum-writer]

Box Me Hard Tonight Boxer <3

Tags: Crazy sex; Nanami losing his mind; NSFW and more NSFW; Boxing terms not used the way boxing terms ought to be used cough; Nanami in a rut being hard and rough; is it even Nanami anymore? what have you done to him?; Fem!reader x Boxer!Nanami Kento; established relationship; marriage; MDNI; (18+)

A/n: I had the most delusional Nanami imagination. Normally I don't write him as I cannot write him properly. But today he summoned me to write on him. And thank you for 200+ followers! I am so happy and am kicking my feet right now! I have opened my asks feel free to check out the pinned post in my blog for more info on asks~

Synopsis: What happens when the promised surprise is you riling him up and breaking the control over himself he had so carefully crafted?

Word count: 1.8k

[Pic not mine I randomly found it on the internet; I'll change it the owner requests ]

Kento Nanami was a boxer turned UFC Champion-infamous worldwide for his tactics and combos, calm demeanor, polite nature but brutal and efficient fighting tactics.

Nanami focuses only on you as you rush towards him screaming in happiness, throw yourself over him and he holds you tight burying his head in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent god you smelled delicious

He had hustled towards you immediately once he was free from the press; had the seats specifically saved for you. You only deserve the best: the front row seats, the closest to his corner as the love of his life.

"Baby" he smiled at you softly compared to his ruthlessness in the ring as the reporters crowd around you and him trying to capture your pictures. He is a star, the sole focus- the champion the only "Kento Nanami"

His muscles flexed as the sweat dripped making his body glisten under the lights.

"Kento! we won! yay!", you kissed him excited unbothered by the people around wrapping your arms around his neck

"Yes, we did" he hums and melts under your kiss with a slight groan as he kisses you back, "So sweet- I can never get enough"- his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt not wanting to let you go.

As the mob gets more violent trying to click pictures, the bodyguards around you struggle to keep them away. Seeing the crowd he immediately scooped you in his arms, "Let's go home, love", he smiled softly as he carried you effortlessly

"Yes Darling let's go home~", you chuckle as his bodyguards in a matter of seconds have you two inside the car through the back door.

"You were so amazing Kento!", you look at him your eyes beaming with happiness, "It's all because of your love and support darling", he kissed you softly as the car started moving

"Kento~ haha!" you laugh as he kisses you and you kiss him back, "Love let's go for a vacation, where do you want to go hm?", he looks at you lovingly. Every time Kento had his match; after the match, you guys would go to for vacation to relax and unwind.

The car ride continues peacefully as you and Kento keep chatting, "Kento you know~ I have something special prepared for you today", you look at him playfully as his eyebrows arch intrigued

"What is love?", he chuckles as he looks at you amused, his hand finds its way to your thighs, caressing small circles into it as he hums softly. Squeezing your thighs.

"It's a surprise~ be patient Kento", you giggle as you rest your head on his shoulder and pat his crotch area making him hard, "Be good for me won't you?"

Let grunted and looked into your eyes hotly as if wanting to stuff you full with him right this instant, "Fine- I'll behave for you love…", his hot breath making you shiver as he whispered, "If only I get a reward later"

Soon you guys arrive home; Nanami gives you his hand to take as he helps you get out of the car and kisses your knuckles lovingly but- the moment the door opens and shuts behind the two of you, he's on you immediately- pinning you against his large frame on the wall.

His hand finds you on your cheek, tilting your face up as he kisses you deeply; your tongues intertwined. Wanting to taste you like a man who finally found an oasis in the desert; he kisses you even harder.

"I cannot be patient"- he looks at you in the eyes hungrily, his hands touching and squeezing your body as he fondles your breasts; wrapping your thighs around his waist- picking you up into his arms as he walks to your shared bedroom

"Ah-Nanamin" you moan as he kisses you hard biting your lips and nibbling on them, "Nanamin hah-" you look at him breathlessly, "Box me hard in the bed won't you?" you whisper as you wrap your hands around his neck making him freeze

"What?", his eyes darken, "Is that a proposal love?", his breath gets heavy as his lips hover above yours

"Do you like it?", you cheekily kiss him and smile teasingly making him lose his composure, "Love it to the ring baby", he whispers making you blush;

He pulls you into another kiss making you moan this one being rougher, hungry, and, full of carnal desire; "Ah- hah Kento ah", you moan against his lips as his hands slide under your shirt taking it off you, his teeth graze your neck before leaving bites leaving a hickey as you squirm

"Kento", you moan as he kisses you deeply once again and pulls away leaving a string of saliva, "Yes darling?" he chuckles as he removes his shirt gazing at your body, his toned muscles flexing themselves under the dim light- a confident smirk is on his lips- a completely different look than how he normally looks at you, what happened to him?

"I wonder", You look at him up and down as you touch his v-line making him groan, "Baby this is a dangerous game you are playing", he whispers with his cock twitching in his pants- oh how badly he wanted to touch him their and milk his cock with your pretty hands

"Hah~", you smirk as you look into his eyes, "Really? well, I wonder how hard my boxer can knock me out tonight~", you smirk with your words instantly sending goosebumps up his spine

"You are just asking to be punished aren't you?" he groans as his fingers dig deeper into your waist your words stirring something carnal inside him- he always likes to be gentle with you- loves you and treats you like the treasure you are, but your words are slowly eating away his control bit by bit

"Punish?", you smirk determined to break his composure to see what animalistic desires hide behind his calm demeanor. You have seen him when he boxes- that hint of insanity in his eyes makes you squeeze your legs together so tight- making you desire him so much it's embarrassing

"Why? will you box my pussy till it's stuffed and knocked out all sloppy?", you smirk and say as you spread your legs open making his breath hitch and his cock harden even more as he gazes at you and that damp spot on your panties- the spot so reserved for him and his dick

"Baby.." he leans in close so fast making you jump back, "Do you know what you are saying huh?" he whispers as he lowers his head and with his teeth rips your panties off throwing them off god knows where animalistically officially losing it; making you shudder as goosebumps spread all over your skin.

Oh shit- Oh shit you fucked up big time, you have never seen Nanami like this

But you aren't done yet hell you planned all kinds of vulgar things just to rile him up with a sharp breath you look at him and he notices as a devilish grin spreads across his lips

"Hah" you lean in and hotly whisper near his ears as his grip hardens on your hips bruising them and making you wince in pain, "Ya know… How about… You give me a fast jab with your dick-", you moan, "Then flip me over and do an uppercut as you fill me up-", his nails dig even deeper and he bites your shoulder bruising you like an animal in heat, "You slut you will be the death of me" he whispers and groans

"Then a side punch into my pussy from your dick as you fuck me from the side…and" your voice cracks as tears fill your eyes because of the pain but it felt so good, "Make me sit on top of you and do fast combos of uppercuts huh?"

Without any warning he stuffs his dick into your pussy roughly making you clench hard- your cunt desperately cries sloppily not used to harshness as she's always been treated like a princess not like a whore; working hard to adjust to his dick as he ruthlessly bullies his length inside you "Fuck" he groaned, "You are driving me crazy"

"Ah-hah-" you moan desperately, your nails digging into his back as he thrusts deep inside of you- hard, fast, and deep wanting to feel every inch of you around him, "Shit Kento! ahhh-", tears spill out of your eyes as you moan; your body aches with every insane thrust

"Hah-", he pants "You're absolutely mine, split so prettily on my dick my darling wife" he hungrily kisses you as his dick keeps moving, his one hand pinning your wrists above your head

There was not a hint of rationality behind his eyes as he was in a rut and just kept fucking you, even after you orgasm he kept going, fucking you through so many orgasms you'd lost count god he was treating you like a prostitute

Your eyes roll back at the sheer intensity wondering how you are even alive right now, "Kento- ah…hah~" you moan as your voice cracks, "Fuck- so perfect, so dirty and wet all for me hah", his hand bruised your skin where ever they touched

Your brain is so cock drunk you drool as he keeps going. He flips you over burying your face in the pillow roughly, his grip hard on your head and neck choking you all out as your vision goes white, "Kento- ah…I love you so much…I love your dick so much ah", you blurt out and choke even more as his grip on your neck makes you faint as you clench around him desperately not wanting to let go

"Oh yeah? Do you love my dick? Then take it like a good bitch! Don't dare let a single drop go to waste", his pace increases even more, making you go numb from sheer pleasure as your hands mindlessly scramble to grip the sheets to hold on for dear life as moans spill out from your mouth like a porn actress

"So fucking good!" he grunts and tosses his head back pussy drunk, you felt so good around him he can fuck you for days and nights just like that.

"ah- hah Kento-" you moan crazily as he and you reach the peak of your animalistic rut and desire, "Naughty girl.." he moans as he shudders with his climax approaching and he cums inside you hard painting your insides white, filling you up to the brim inside your womb, "You'll break my dick" he groaned as he panted heavily

"Hah…Kento…'tis so full ah…" you feel your brain short circuit as you knock yourself out dumb oozing out cum

Looking at you so fucked up, so messy, aroused him even more, his eyes darkens again with insanity behind them, "Don't knock yourself out now…you asked for this..I'm not gonna stop until you're a quaking mess" he whispers hotly near your ears nibbling on it as he sees his cum drip out of you; making his dick still hard enough to keep you up all night.

A full hand-on session of 'Technical Knockout' live; all by Nanami Kento for the love of his life

Link to masterlist!

[a-daydreamers-stories]

Hey! This is an AU I thought would be fun and thanks to my friend @sherriesherbet I decided to write it! I'm not an expert in COD or UFC, so things will be wrong, sorry. This will be multiple parts, not sure how many yet. Hope you enjoy it!

The reader is a plus-size reader, this will be an 18 + story, minors do not interact

Never done this fandom before so if you'd like to be tagged for future parts let me know

Chapter warnings: Violence? Nothing really specifically mentioned yet

Chapter 1

Reader’s POV

“Please come with me! I won these two amazing tickets and my bud that was supposed to go is sick.” My brother whined out as he looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. I sighed and instantly regretted letting him into my apartment, it was my night off and I had been looking forward to lounging in my pjs as I ate takeout and watched sitcoms. 

“Don’t you have any other friends to take?” 

“No! Everyone else is busy or out of town since its last notice.”

“And you assumed I wasn’t busy?” I raised an eyebrow at him, he turned to look around my living room and then to the pjs I was already wearing. 

“You are?” 

“Yes I am,” I huffed at him and folded my arms over my chest as I snuggled deeper into the couch. “Now fuck off, I’m not going.” 

“Please! I have no one else, I’ll get you dinner too! Anything that you want just please come with me…” He begged even going so far as to get on his knees and hold his hands together. 

“Fine... Fine! I’ll go, what the hell do I even wear to this?” 

“Just go put on jeans and a shirt.”  He jumped up and fist-pumped the air like the dork he was. 

“Whatever you owe me,” I grumbled as I got off the couch, pushing him onto it as I made my way to the bedroom. I quickly showered and changed into jeans and a nice black tank top before putting on my sneakers. Walking out of my bedroom my brother popped up from the couch as I did with a big smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back, though I did shake my head at him. 

“Ready?” He asked excitedly. 

“Yeah, I’m ready.” After grabbing my phone and purse, I nodded and gestured for him to head out of my apartment. We left my apartment before I locked it up and headed to him to his car. “So how did you win these tickets?” 

“Radio contest spent a whole day listening to get these and I swear I called like 20 times but then I won! They’re amazing tickets too, fucking front-row seats!”  

“Okay okay calm down before you start hyperventilating.” 

“I’m just so excited!”  

“I can tell, remember to breathe though I don’t want to die because you passed out at the wheel.” 

“Shut up,” He playfully pushed my shoulder as he continued to drive towards the stadium. I couldn’t help but laugh, it was so funny to watch him get so excited like a teenager going to their first concert. We eventually made it into the stadium, parking had been a nightmare situation to try and figure out. He pulled out the tickets and we were guided to our seats, my brother moved into his seat and shot me an excited grin as I sat beside him. 

“Are you going to fangirl when these guys come out?” 

“No!” He narrowed his eyes at me in a playful glare. 

“Uh-huh,” I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes before something behind me caught his eye and he gasped. 

“Oh god…” 

“What?” I asked in confusion before looking in the direction he was looking in, an older man with mutton chops was slowly coming down one of the walkways. Tight black t-shirt molded over his wide shoulders and straining on his biceps and jeans that molded to a very delicious ass. The back of his shirt had the number 141 on it. “Who’s that?” 

“That’s John Price, he’s the head coach for the 141 Academy, his top boys are fighting tonight, and behind him coming out for the first fight is Gaz!” 

“Gaz? What kinda name is Gaz?” I asked as I spotted the handsome bronze man, probably somewhere near my age or my brother’s, coming down the hallway behind him in gold UFC shorts. 

“Well his real name is Kyle Garrick but he goes by Gaz in the ring.” Gaz flashed a smile and waved at the crowd causing a lot of girlish giggling and whistling as he moved to the ring. John patted him on the back and whispered in his ear, Gaz nodded back to him twice before flashing him a bright smile and clapping John’s shoulder. He practically bounced into the ring, full of energy and oozing charm. It was hard to believe someone as pretty as him, fights for a living but then his fight starts and you can see the hardness settling into his features, making him a little sharper and his entire focus is on the fight. 

He and the other man in the ring are similarly built but Gaz is faster and more calculated with his strikes, it doesn’t end in a knockout but Gaz does win the fight in the end. The referee lifts his arm at the end which causes a quick grimace to fall on Gaz’s face before he flashed the crowd a blinding smile, that’s only slightly bloody, which causes the crowd to lose their minds as they erupt into ear-piercing screams. I couldn’t help but clap for the man before he got out of the ring and John patted him on the back with a proud smile, saying something to the fighter. Looking him over before nodding to a different hallway than the one he came out of. 

“He’s sending him to the medic to get looked over, the other guy managed to hit him pretty hard in the ribs.”  My brother explained as Gaz walked away, cheers following him as he went. John moved his sight back to the other hallway and a few minutes later another man appeared from there, this man had a mohawk and was a bit broader than Gaz had been with blue UFC shorts on. 

“Who’s this one?”  I asked my brother. 

“Oh! This is Soap! He’s from Scotland.” 

“Soap? Why the fuck is he called Soap?” 

“Because he’s a slippery motherfucker.” My brother smirked and I snorted at that rolling my eyes. 

“Alright, gotta admit that’s pretty original for a UFC fighter name.”  

Soap stopped in front of John and started talking, it was still too loud to hear him clearly over the crowd but there were bits and pieces of an accent that reached us, John rested his hands on Soap’s shoulders and made the younger man look at him before he started talking to Soap. Soap nodded to him, a smirk on his face, there was a cocky yet capable attitude to him. John squeezed Soap’s shoulders before nodding to him and stepping aside, Soap got into the ring. The man he was facing was slightly taller than Soap and not quite as wide. 

The fight started and it was clear why they called him Soap, even with his wide frame, Soap dodged hits smoothly. He taunted his opponent with a smirk and a cocky joke but while his opponent grew hot-headed, Soap remained cool and calm. Gaz came back in the middle of the fight and stood next to John to watch Soap’s fight. He cheered Soap on from the sidelines till the fight ended and Soap was pronounced the winner, the crowd went nuts for the Scot. 

His lip and was split and he had a black eye forming but overall he was in good shape as he made his way out of the ring. Gaz patted him on the back in congratulations and John rubbed his head affectionately as Soap beamed at the two of them. John pointed towards the Med hallway and Soap shook his head before saying something to John with a lopsided grin on his face. 

There was a hush that settled over the crowd suddenly and I looked at my brother confused, he nodded excitedly towards the hallway the men of the 141 Academy had been coming out of. My breath caught in my throat as I turned to look at the man coming down the walkway, he was an absolute tank of a man in red UFC shorts. Taller than the other two fighters and his biceps were bigger than my head, with crocodile scars covering them and the upper part of his chest. 

“That’s Mace…” My brother whispered in my ear, his voice in awe. 

“His UFC name is Mace or his actual name?” 

“Honestly? No one knows, he only goes by Mace.” My brother shrugged. We watched as Mace made it to the other men by the ring. John nodded toward him and Mace threw him a feral smirk and a nod in return, before getting into the ring. The crowd erupted into loud cheers and screams as he made it into the ring. This fight was the most interesting so far, Mace was a vicious opponent and his opponent couldn’t do more than block the harsh blows that Mace landed. By the end his opponent was a bloody mess that had only managed to land a few good blows, even though they didn’t seem to phase Mace much, it didn’t surprise anyone when the referee lifted his arm as the winner. He got out of the ring and wrapped an arm around Soap’s shoulder, smirking as he talked to him, Gaz, and John. 

“Next is the main event of the night, it’s the last fight!” My brother told me and then pushed my shoulder excitedly as the hallway door opened again. My gaze traveled to the man coming out and my eyes widened as my stomach fluttered, this man was huge too. Just as big if not a little taller than Mace, though his arms were slightly smaller, he was no less intimidating though maybe more so with the look on his face. He had blonde hair, that was short on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He had scars on his face, small ones scattered along his face, a large one going diagonal from his chin to the bottom of his eye, and another larger one going down through his eyebrow on the other side. He had on black UFC shorts but right above where the short ended on his right leg was the design of a skull. 

“That’s Ghost…” 

“Ghost?” 

“Yeah, no one knows what his name is either. They just call him Ghost.”  

“Let me guess because he’s a killer in the ring?” I smirked though I couldn’t take my eyes off the man as he made his way down to the ring. 

“That but he’s also a spooky fucker.” My brother chuckled. Ghost stopped in front of the other fighters and John, who spoke to him for a moment. Ghost just gave John a curt nod before he made his way into the ring. There were no smirks, no waves, he barely acknowledged the crowd gathered to watch him fight, only that his eyes scanned over the stadium while he waited for the fight to start. 

A shuddering breath escaped me as his eyes met mine pausing in his scan, the only thing that came to mind as this god of a man looked at me was to smile at him. His head tilted slightly and I could have sworn I saw a tick of one side of his mouth, almost like he would return it before he looked away towards his opponent. An intense focus settled over his face as he rolled his broad shoulders, waiting for his opponent to strike first.

[thatfrenchacademic]

OK so about this "34, unmarried and childless" article about Taylor Swift. Let me tell you about Scam Academia.

TL;DR: some mediocre dude had a half baked opinio nabout Taylor Swift that everyone hated, but like Mother Nature I let nothing go to waste.

Here is the take you have not heard yet, about this opinion: this guy is actually a good case study on how to develop your academic literacy, aka how to recognize a true academic from a scammer who presents themselves as an academic, but is just a crook. In a world of pseudoscience and pretend experts that have enough resources to organize their flat earth conference, let me walk you through the world of Scam Academic, where for a few thousand dollars, you too can claim to be a researcher with a doctorate! Follow me down a rabbit hole that I hate with my whole heart!

Preamble: I have zero skin in the TS game. I don't get the hype, the lore, the obsession with those 2000s bracelet or dissecting every single line or every single song.

But then. Some guy had to write an op-ed stating Taylor Swift was not a good role model for girls ("in the US and beyond"), and it is a terrible take on so many level, but here is the thing. Whiny conservative think-pieces about highly successful women who should get back to the kitchen and think of the children are nothing new. But this one is different.

This one is fucking terribly written. It's just an abysmally written blog post. Genuinely one of the worst thing I have ever read, and I read hundreds of undergrad essays every year for a living. It contradicts its own arguments in every paragraph. It over-explains concepts like it's a high school essay and he's trying to meet the word count. It says "this is a valid question worth asking" but does not actually explain why it is worth asking. It is so, so, so bad.

Conservative writers are usually more the "high brow, drowning you in grandstanding" kind of writers. They are, usually, good technical writers - it's the one thing that helps make their talking point sound legit and palatable. So an abysmally bad conservative writer? Ok, I am intrigued.

The author is one John Mac Ghlionn. I look up the guy on Google and...

Oh.

Oh no, John.

Spewing conservative bullshit at women AND a researcher? You're in my turf now, John. You could have continued to cover UFC Pillow Fight Championships, or alien technology and other riveting subjects, but you had try to connect two brain cells to argue a thing, and slap "researcher" on top of it. Now I'm offended, as a researcher.

1. I am sorry, researcher WHERE?

Ok so if one is a "researcher", it means one conduct "research". and contrary to what backyard conspiracy theorists think, "researcher" is an actual job. It is an actual professional occupation. You get an actual contract, and you are paid actual money. By an actual employer: public (University), private (Think tank, private company), or a mix of both (at Unviersity, but on a privately funded project, for example).

So where does our John Mc Ghlionn work?

Well. Nowhere, as far as I can tell.

John does not list any affiliation. Usually, when they write, academics will state their exact position (Researcher, Doctoral Researcher, Associate Professor, Chief Engineer, Head of Department, Research Director...) and where they work. For example:

That's what it is supposed to look like.

But John? Nope, no affiliation anywhere, on anything he ever published. That's a pretty massive read flag. Research takes ressources: at the very least, time and access to database and documentation, even in social sciences in humanities. You may not need a lab, but you sure as hell need money and full access to JStore at least.

So I thought he was just one of these "I google therefore I research" kind of dude. But then, out of nowhere:

I am sorry. He has a WHAT.

2. I am sorry, a Doctorate from WHERE?

So. One thing to claim to be a researcher when you are just a professional yapper. Another to claim a DIPLOMA.

And not any diploma. A doctorate.

Let's pause. "Doctorate" is actually a really broad umbrella term of all doctoral-level degrees. The most famous (and most prestigious, for better and worse) is the PhD, but a PhD is technically just one of many Research Doctorate of, theoretically, the same level (cue this helpful reddit post). A second category of doctorates are the Applied Doctorates, and while there is Discourse on where they sit vis-a-vis PhD, the easiest is to consider that they are not research-oriented. They are hands-on, practice-oriented degrees. For example: you can practice medicine with an MD. You don't need a PhD. You can still call yourself a doctor, though.

Alright, so which of these does our friend Johnnie has? Or is currently enrolled in? And in which University?

You will notice that John does not go by "John Mac Ghlionn PhD" or even "Dr John Mac Ghlionn", when you just KNOW he is the sort of person that would but that shit everywhere. And no shade here, because I, for one, do put that shit everywhere. Maybe he is just currently enrolled in a program and has not graduated. Fair.

Since John does not list affiliation, I had to switch from academic to internet sleuth, and dig out this article:

But we learn that in 2021, John was a "PhD Scholar" in "Parkmore Institute". "PhD Scholar" is not a title I am sued to, but it's also not raising any red flag: ongoing PhD researchers can be "PhD students", "PhD fellows", "PhD researchers"... It varies from country to country and from institution to institution, so why not "PhD Scholar".

Let's check out the Parkmore Institute.

Ok, they are not a traditional university, but they appear to be more of a postgraduate institution: offering only higher level degrees, not undergrad courses. Once again, not necessarily a red flag. They are usually very heavily research focused, and embrace the "research" side of academia more than the "teaching" side. In Germany, the Max Planck Institutes are research-only institutions who deliver PhDs. They conduct cutting edge research, in part because their researchers rarely have to spend time teaching.

But that is NOT the Parkmore Institute. First of all, let's see what programs they offer:

None of them are legit.

And I mean, none of them are recognize as even Applied/Professional Doctorate by the National Science Foundation (US based). And while a PhD in Human sexuality would be perfectly valid, but I'm going to on a limb and say I have some serious doubts about "Bodymind Healing" as an academic field.

These are not legit academic degrees.

What they are, is an excellent money-making opportunity for anyone working at the Parkmore institute. Students will pay, at the very least:

And 60% of this goes to their " faculty mentor". The Parkmore institute provides no research fund, no desk or office space (they are entirely digital), no access to any resources or library, not even a Zoom account. There is also no mention of any timeline: how long a PhD take to complete? Who knows. 6 months ? A year ? 5 years? What are the requirements to graduate ? Who knows ! And I would need to pay $200 to get in touch with them, so I sure as fuck won't know any time soon!

But let's get back to our friend John. Remember that he stated, in that 2021 publication, he was a "PhD Scholar" at Parkmore ? Well that's a shame because Parkmore does not deliver PhDs. Ain't that a bitch.

ALSO. Parkmore helpfully has page with all their Doctoral Recipients! And guess who is NOT HERE ! That's right, our Johnnie !

How can this be ? Well, three possibilities:

John is still not done with a PhD. After 4 years ? In a crank university where I am pretty sure I can submit the first draft of a litt review and graduate ? Nah

John never completed the thing. Boo, that would mean that John is lying, when he says he has a doctorate. Bad, bad.

John did graduate, and obtained his doctorate in [scrolls back to check] psychosocial studies, and then was not put on the website or was withdrawn some time before today, as Parkmore institute ended their affiliation with him, as per this bit in their application form

A shame, really. If John had been affiliated with the Parkmore Institute, it would give a shred of legitimacy to anything he writes to anyone just skimming.

Now, I would love to get in touch with the Parkmore Institute and ask to see John's doctoral work, which they DO have, since the application for also has this very interesting section:

(definitely very legit, very normal).

But I am not sure how I would even phrase that request without transparently going

"hey, would love to see what bullshit research is being done over there, since one of your graduate decided to go all Handmaid's tale for the last 2 years".

If anyone feels like sending that email, I am begging you to keep me in the loop.

3. Back up, back up, what's up with that article?

Remember the article where he was listed as a "PhD Fellow"?

Well, about that... No. Welcome to the world of predatory publishing, one more cog in the Bullshit Academic ecosystem.

First: not at article. It's a "commentary". Could be worth something ia good journal, but still would not be a piece of research. But that is the least of its sins.

Its sins are being published in a journal called "Sociology and Criminology-Open Access", by a publisher called "Longdom". Longdom publishing has a bunch of journals on a lot o different fields, with the particularly of being predatory; they will publish absolutely anything you send them, as long as you pay their Article Processing Charges:

There are entire lists of Predatory journals on the web, you can find on here and another here , Longdom Publishing is in both.

This is how John can publish this last minute, Redbull-and-weed-induced essay in an actual journal, with an abstract that, I kid you not, finishes with "Please find the paper attached." He slapped together a shitty essay about people in India are poorer and therefore more likely to exhibit psychopathic traits and therefore engage in corruption, purely base on vibes. It does not even deserve be given any consideration, not even to be debunked. There is nothing to be debunked. This would be a failing grade for a 1st year intro class.

CONCLUSION

On the surface, John Mac Ghlionn is the poster boy of failed edgelords who really wish they were Jordan Peterson, but unfortunately are just Doug, the guy for 10th grade who failed the Literature class and decided it was because litterature was too woke today anyway.

Beneath the surface, John is a case study in Scam Academia, and the proof that no matter how bad actual academia is, Scam Academia can always get worse.

A quick checklist to go through whenever someone claims be a researcher, an academic, a fellow, a doctor, a PhD or anything of the sort:

What is their affiliation? Is this a legitimate organization?

Do they have a PhD? Another doctorate degree? From where?

Have they published ? Where is it published?

[funnyjb]

Hope your Ok

I knew a boy, once when I was small. My best friend, Joe. We fell out of touch a couple months before he got drafted. Sometimes life and different dreams can split people up. That’s what happened with us.

Joe was headed to the NFL, I on the other hand was headed to Boston to pursue my dream in journalism. We kept texting each other when I left but I started to get busy with work and he started to build a brand new life in Cincinnati. We just stopped talking. Maybe a couple “Hey, how you doing?” Here and there.

He’s my best friend or was? I don’t even know anymore. I love him. So when I saw he hurt himself and tore his ACL his first year in the NFL it broke me. I couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

A couple weeks went by after that game and I heard he had surgery. I contemplated reaching out, but was too nervous. What if he forgot about me? But then I thought if I were to reach out it would have to be the right way. Writing a hand written letter. I know what you’re thinking. “Y/n, we have phones you can text or call him! Why write a letter?” Well, growing up I always knew I wanted to pursue journalism. Joe would always read my work and think it was like reading The New York Times. He would always say “when you go out and live your dream, you should write me handwritten notes and we can write back and forth from each other.” I always thought that was stupid. But now maybe would be the right time to do it. So, I did it.

Dear Joey,

You know how you always used to say “When you become a big time journalist, you should write me handwritten notes and we can write back and forth from each other.”? Well I’m doing that now. I know we haven’t talked in months. I’ve been swamped with work. I think about you every day. Which might sound creepy and weird, but I miss how we were. You’re also probably crazy busy with being in the NFL and all. By the way which is still so crazy to me that you’re In the NFL. Well I knew you always would be but it’s still insane!! I’m so beyond proud of you. I heard what happened. How do you feel? Probably in a lot of pain knowing the injury. I hope you’re ok. I believe in you, Joe. You can get through anything. It’s ok to not be ok. But know you have a huge support system including me. I just want to say I’m always going to be proud of you and hope you’re doing good! Tell the family I say hello! Sending you lots of hugs!

Xoxo,

Y/n

I folded it in half put it in an envelope and sent it.

————————————————————————

Joes POV

I was still in bed rest and couldn’t really get up or walk, so my family has been staying with me. I was on the couch watching some UFC when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll go get it!”- Robin

I watched her get up.

“Thanks, mom.”- joe

She walked to the door and came back with some mail soon after.

“Here ya go, sweets.”- Robin

She handed me some mail.

Some of it was fan letters, medical bills, and some random people trying to get me to buy stuff. As I was going through the mail a certain name stood out to me.

Y/n L/n

“Y/n?”- Joe

“You got a letter from y/n?”- Robin

“Yeah, yeah, I did.”- Joe

I couldn’t believe it.

“Awe Joey, your blushing.”- Robin

I looked at her

“Stop, mom.”- Joe

“Fine, whatever think what you want to think but I know you always loved her deep down. By the way, why did she write a letter to you. Does she know there are phones?”- Robin

I chuckled a bit.

“She does, but I think I know why she did.”- joe

I opened it up and started to read.

“I think about you every day”

“I believe in you, Joe”

“I just want to say I’m always going to be proud of you and hope you’re doing good!”

Those stuck out to me.

She thinks about me every day? Why hasn’t she texted then?

I decided to pull out my phone and pull up her contact.

Y/n🤍

You know there is a thing called texting, right?- me

I waited a few moments till I saw her type

I know, but if you really read the letter you know why I did it.

I did. Thank you, seriously. Means a lot.- me

Of course.

So, how are you?- me

Im good! Supposed to fly back to Ohio next week. I just got offered a new job in my department! A little nervous but excited. Hbu?

Wow! I’m so proud of you, y/n. I know you worked hard. I’ve been reading your work. It really is brilliant. - me

Thanks, Joey! Anyway I got to get going about to head into work. Talk later?

Yeah, talk later!- me

————————————————————————

(A week later)

Your POV

“MOM!”- you

The door was wide open and I had just ran into the house to greet my parents.

“Y/N!!”- your mom

I wrapped my arms around her and she swayed us back and forth.

“Let me get a good look at you.”- Your mom

She pulled away and looked at me. A smile plastered on her face and a glow in her eyes.

“My beautiful girl.”- Your mom

A second later my dad walked in.

“Jeez, how much did you pack. Feels like you packed an elephant in here.”- your dad

“Haha, so funny. I’m moving what do you expect?!”- you laugh

After a couple more minutes of talking with my parents they brought up dinner.

“So, I know you must be exhausted, but the Burrows are coming over tonight for our weekly dinner as always. You’re welcome to join us.”- your mom

“You still do dinners?!!!”- you

“Yeah! Every week!”- your mom

The Burrows have been having dinner with us at least once a week ever since I was a little girl.

“Wow! Yeah, I would love to join!”- you

“Ok! Go wash up and maybe put some new clothes on and we will see you down here in an hour for when they come.”- your mom

I nodded and headed up the stairs. Am I going to see Joe? Gosh this is crazy.

———————————————————————-

After an hour hit I heard the door open down stairs. Then I heard “you’re here!” And “you get taller every time I see you.”

I finished my final touches on some makeup and made sure my outfit was good.

I then headed downstairs.

As I walked down the stairs I could see everyone in the family room.

“There she is!”- your dad

“Y/n!”- Robin

She came up to me with a big smile on her face and open arms. I embraced her hug and was so happy to see her again.

“Oh my gosh!! You get even more beautiful every time I see you!”- Robin

“Thank you! Looks like you haven’t changed one bit!”- You

“Oh stop, your to kind.”- Robin

We both started laughing. I always looked up to Robin as a second mother. When both of my parents had to work late when I was younger I would go to the Burrows house. Robin would cook for us and ask me about my day. We would then later gossip and make fun of Joe as always, and if I slept over she would do my hair the next day for school and send a special treat in my lunch. As I got older she was still always there for me. Could always tell when something wasn’t right and would comfort me, and always checking in on me even when I moved to Boston.

“Hey, sweetie!”- Jimmy

“Hi, Jimmy!”- you

Jimmy pulled me in for a hug.

I also always felt like Jimmy was a second dad. Making sure my homework was turned in before Joe and I started playing in the backyard. Teaching me about football, and always being there for me.

As I pulled away I noticed someone else. It was Joe. He was in cast.

I gave him a smile.

“Come here.”- joe smiled

He pulled me in with one of his arms and my head rested on his chest. I wrapped both of my arms around his waist taking it in that he is here. We probably stayed hugging for about 5 minutes before we pulled away.

“Dinner time!”- your mom

All of us then found our way to the table. Joe sat across from me. My dad and Jimmy were at the ends and the mom’s next to their children.

Robin filled me in on the start of Joes foundation.

“Sounds awesome! I’m glad it finally came through.”- you

“Yes, we are very excited!”- Robin

“Y/n, what’s going on with you? How’s work?”- Jimmy

“Well, I’m moving back home! Going to live in Cincinnati and going to be working from my company’s offices over there.”- You smile

“Y/n, that’s great! It’s good to have you back! You can start coming to games once Joe gets back! I’ve always wanted to bring you to a game!”- Robin

“That will be great, thank you.”- you

“Yeah, I would love to have you come. The atmosphere over there is electric.”- Joe

“Well I’m in!”- You

Joe gave me a nod.

“So, when are you going to start up again?”- you asked Joe

“Well, probably in a couple months. Should be good by may. Still have to get through this year.”- joe

“That’s good.”- you smile

We probably held eye contact for way too long till my mom started to get the dishes.

“Let me help you, Mary.”- Joe

“Oh it’s ok, Joey. How about you go sit down and I will bring you pumpkin pie.”- your mom

“Okay, thank you.”- joe smiles

“Of course, sweetheart.”- your mom

He goes and sits down next to my dad and his dad on the couch. The tv was on and was playing some college basketball.

After washing the dishes for a bit and putting them in the dishwasher I decided to get some fresh air outside on the back porch.

I walked out towards the back. The sun was setting which sent an orange ray across the porch. Some pink clouds filled the sky and a light cold breeze.

I sat down on the outside couch where fairy lights hung above. Crossed my legs under me as I sipped my wine taking it all in. I couldn’t believe Joe is here right now.

A few seconds later I heard the glass door sliding. I looked to my right and there he was. Joey.

“Hey.”- joe flashed a smile

“Hi!”- you

He came around and sat down on the comfy chair next to me.

He let out a sigh.

“How are you?”- you

He looked at me

“You already asked that question, y/n.”- Joe chuckled

“I know, But really how are you? I know you have more going on in that great mind of yours. I know you Joe.”- you

“I’m…I’m doing better. My leg is healing and I’m doing physical therapy. Ja’Marr comes over a lot and so does Sam to check in. But I’ve honestly just been missing you…like a lot.”- joe

“Good to hear they still love you.”- you chuckle

Joe laughs

“But…I’ve been missing you too. I just never really knew when to reach out after that game. I was to scared that you would say you were paralyzed or something like that. I couldn’t stand seeing you hurt. I knew you would also be busy getting better and healing. But it was shitty of me not to reach out. I’m sorry, Joe. I really am.”- you

“It’s ok, y/n. And it wasn’t shitty. I just didn’t understand but now I do. And you’re here now.”- Joe

“Yeah, good to be back.”- you

“So, when do you head back to cincy.”- Joe

“Umm, on Saturday. I have most of my stuff there already just need to unpack clothes.”- you

“Maybe, I can stop by. I would love to see the place. If it’s ok with you?”- joe

“Of course!! I would love it.”- you

“Great! Probably around Saturday evening if that works for you. I have some stuff in the morning at the facility but I would like to show you around Cincy more.”- joe

“Sounds awesome! I should be free.”- you

“Great, it’s a uhh..date.”- joe

“It’s..a date!”- you smile

We both smiled at each other.

The sliding door opened which stopped us staring.

“Hey, guys! Joe we are leaving. You can stay if you want for a bit and maybe y/n can walk you over.”- Robin

He looked at me. I knew he wanted to stay for a bit.

“I can walk him over in a few! Don’t want Mr quarterback to get hurt even more.” - you

“Thanks, y/n. Love you both.”- Robin

“Bye!”- joe and I said

After Robin left Joe and I talked for a bit

“It’s getting late I better go before my parents freak.”- joe

“Yeah..yeah, I’ll walk you.”- you smile

You two get up and walk around the back to the front yard.

Joe on his crutches were making noises on the path.

You started laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?”- Joe

“You.”- you

Joe scoffed.

“You cant insult a disabled person, y/n.”- joe

“Well I can insult you all I want. Been doing it since we were six.”- you smile

Joe laughed

we were walking down the sidewalk and to the Burrows.

“It was really great seeing you tonight. I’ve missed you.”- Joe

You looked at him.

“It was great seeing you too, I’ve missed you, burrow.”- you

As we reached his house we stopped at the front.

As I turned around to say goodbye Joe was already facing me and placing his lips on mine. His hand on my cheek pulling me in. I rested my hand on his arm. I couldn’t believe it, but it felt so right. This. Right now.

He Pulled away.

“Sorry…I couldn’t keep fighting the urge anymore. You have know idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”- Joe

“It’s..it’s ok, I’ve been wanting to kiss you all my life, Joey.”- you

Joe smirked.

“Oh, yeah?”- joe

You nodded

“It’s getting late I better go.”- you

“Yeah.”- joe

We stayed looking into each other eyes.

I Leaned in for one last kiss.

“Goodnight, burrow.”- you smile

“Goodnight, y/n.”- joe smiles back

He walked up to the door step and walked in.

You started walking back with a smile on your face.

You just kissed the love of your life.

Y/n Burrow.

You thought to yourself as you walked into your house.

The end!!

Pt2 coming soon!!

[enbysaurus-rex]

so i've heard (and i did a little googling to follow up) that there aren't any good ways to learn how to watch/think about fighting? like if you're writing it or trying to figure out how to draw it or smth? And that's just rude??? or there are ways, but most of them require going to learn how to fight in person and that's some real dedication to the cause?

anyway i got a little overexcited about a UFC fight the other night and decided to make a quick guide to watching/writing fights? probs the first of a couple ngl because i have a Problem

and yeah this is mostly at the Batman fandom because y'all are doing great and killin it but like,, no one ever told you how to communicate in a fight? or like why someone might throw fake punches or what joking around looks like even if you kinda wanna break their knee? so!!

i'm also terrible at like,,, including all the relevant information so just messge me or whatever if you want more explanation on smth

[yourimagines]

I saw you write about UFC fighters could you do sfw and nsfw alphabet for Khamzat? I'm looking everywhere for Khamzat, but low key no one writes about him. I think he deserves some love too

of course he does, I'll start with a SFW one.

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: he adores that you love his family and friends, your always trying to understand them and even trying to speak their language. It really makes him proud to have a girlfriend like you.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: your soft hands, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and that they are so small and soft makes him all protective over you.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: he’s the big spoon, his arms wrapped over your shoulders, loosely wrapped around your neck as you snuggle your head against his arms.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, surprising you with gifts as you cook some dinner. He’s always trying to you help you out but he’s not very good at it, he just makes sure the table is set and your gift beautifully wrapped up.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He tries to tell you about what’s going on in his life but mostly he bottles his emotions away, causing him to burst everything out at the same time.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: he wants to marry you, live together and have a big family together. He wants it now but he waits for you to be ready for the next steps in life but when you are ready….

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he brings you flowers, sends you flowers. Buys everything you like, gifting everything you want. Sometimes he treats you by giving his card when you go out shopping.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he likes to hold you in the old school way but behind closed doors, your not married yet and wants to respect you but when you are married he will hold hands in public, sometimes fingers twined together.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he gets angry and worried. He yells mostly in Russian and will knock somebody out if they don’t help you/him. He will pace around and thinks how stupid he is for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: yes but not in public places, he respects you and doesn’t like to embarrass you in front of others. The pranks you pull on each other are not mega but they are funny.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Slow with you on his lap so he can hold you by your waist, he loves to take it slow, to show you how much he loves you.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: buying gifts, driving you around, respecting you and making sure you know that, buying you flowers and all ways taking care of you. He also loves to kiss you and hold you in his arms.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: going to your first live fight night, he brought the best tickets and made sure you loved it, he got you some drinks and snacks. He made sure you met some of the fighters and took you out for food/dinner afterwards.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Someone hurting you, like seriously hurting you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He’s silly with you, he likes to make these weird food combinations and watch cartoons with you.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Babe and honey

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: at home, watching some tv, training together in his home gym, going for a walk or swim, doing anything you want.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: that one song everyone puts under their Khamzat edits, when you hear that one, you think immediately about him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: he’s open with you, he shares his secrets because he trusts you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: it took two months for him to properly asked you to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: angry, he will get angry and afterwards he’s the person who apologise and tries to make it up with you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He doesn’t really like to show you off like a prize but he loves to bring you around his family, showing them your good to him and that he’s good for you.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he would fight everybody (smash everybody). Nobody is talking crap about you, he will make sure of that.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He doesn’t see everything, he will see the basic things and knows when your not feeling well but that’s it, he doesn’t really know when your giving him these small hints.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: somewhere private, probably in a fancy hotel on a balcony.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: chilling around, your hands touching his back. After a good fight or training.

[siren0writer]

Can i please get some shayna baszler x fem!reader headcanons (could be NSFW 👀) where they are in a tag team together and reader is also a member of the Judgement Day?

In my mind you and Shayna are around the same age (early 40s to late 30s) but idc

You knew Shayna back when she was in UFC, but you started dating when she joined WWE

You were the third member of the judgment day before Rhea, Finn, and Dominik joined

After Shayna betrayed Ronda, she asked you to be her new tag partner

You agreed instantly ofc

You told the rest of the TJD that you would be teaming with Shayna, making sure they knew it was a statement and you weren't asking permission

Damien was confused at first "But she's not in TJD if you wanted a tag partner Rheas right here."

"Right, I know she's here, but she's not my wife so, a clear difference there."

Shayna and Rhea have never been the biggest fans of each other, but rhea tries her best to be nice

Shayna tries a lot less hard

When Nia comes back all 3 of you guys hate her with a burning passion, it's a bonding experience tbh

When JD joins TJD your pretty excited to have a new member (sorry guys I love JD McDonalds so much)

It's a little awkward with Zoey because she hates rhea and your in the judgment day, but there's no animosity between you guys

Shayna threatened to kill Zoey if she wasn't nice to you

You don't put up with Damian's sass, idc who you are you're not gonna talk to me like that

You usually train with Shayna instead of TJD because she's your tag partner

You guys are open about your relationship, on and off TV

You and Shayna DOMINATE as a tag team

Speaking of dominate, NSFW next up

You and Shayna both switch between who's Dom and sub

When shaynas dominating she's usually rough with you, but it's nothing you can't handle

Idk what it's like to when you Dom bc I'm not you, so I'm not gonna write it here, use your imagination

There was one time when you tried to safe word but she had you gagged and your hands were tied, you started freaking out

Shayna noticed of course and stopped, took out your gag, untied you, and ran you guys a bath, she felt so bad about it she cried

When it comes to aftercare, Shayna is the KING

She keeps snacks at her bedside table, bottles of water, runs a bath, kisses you, gives you cuddles, etc.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Five.

Big thanks to my little audience who are offering lovely feedback on this. Since I've just started writing chapter eighteen so thus going very strong in the writing, I decided to spoil you all with a second update this week. Enjoy :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,489

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

“So, how?”  

“How what, Moo?” 

“Don’t call me that! I’m mortified!” 

“You’re stuck with it now, little baby cow. Anyway, elaborate.” 

“How is a great guy like you single? Honestly,” she asked, her fingers touring his, remarking at what exquisite hands he had. She had a thing for hands.  

He looked a little pensive, hissing a soft breath as he raised his eyebrows. “My last relationship didn’t end well. Not at all.” 

Reaching to his neck, her fingers stroked at the stubbly skin just beneath his jaw, more of a short beard now thanks to the fact he hadn’t shaved in a few days. She liked it, that bit of scruff there. “Tell me about her, this insane woman who let someone like you go.” 

“Her name was Sofia,” he revealed, hand beginning to idly stroke up and down her forearm. “Sofia Mendez. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of her, but she’s a model, originally from Brazil. I was with her for four years before she dumped me for someone else. Didn’t see it coming at all, completely blindsided me. I thought she was the one. We were engaged for the last year of our relationship, and then one day, the first sight I saw upon coming home from working away for a month was her engagement ring sitting on the kitchen counter, and every single trace of her gone. It was rough.”  

“Bloody hell,” she winced, reaching to stroke his face, “no warning, no note or anything?” 

“Nope. She called me after a few failed attempts at contacting her, explained that she wasn’t happy. I didn’t know about the other guy until she was pictured with him less than two weeks later.”  

How people could even think to act like that to a person they’d been so committed to was beyond her. Sure, she hadn’t been angelic in her thirty-one years, but serious relationships were exactly that for her. “That’s peak bitch energy. Sorry, but it is. I’m sorry she did that to you.” 

He reached for her, thumb stroking her cheek. “Thank you, and don’t apologise, you’re right. It’s what helped me eventually move on. I have no time for people who aren’t prepared to be straight with me.” His thumb continued to circle, the sunshine steaming in from the floor to ceiling windows across the room catching the blue of her irises. They reminded him of the sea surrounded the Maldives; such a blue should not be able to exist in an iris, but there it was, twinkling stunningly in hers. “How about you? Why no guy?” 

Immediately, she looked away, closing her eyes for a moment, a tiny crease forming between her brows. For a second, she was on the white, matte tiled floor, held beneath all two hundred and ten pounds of him, her airway clamped in a merciless vice, his fist meeting the side of her face again and again.  

“Jade?” 

“Sorry, I just... bad memories,” she finally spoke, shaking herself back from hell. “He beat me, tried to throttle me, that’s why I left him. It only happened once, but he could have killed me. He was a UFC fighter. I only managed to get away from him because my dog dived on his back and bit him, almost tore his shoulder off. I don’t speak about it; I won’t give it air. He hurt me badly and that’s all there is to say.” 

“Fucking bastard,” he exclaimed quietly, his forehead wrinkling as he shook his head. He then closed his eyes, a blade of realisation slithering against his insides. “Shit... and I just put my hand around your neck and I... fuck. I...” he lamented, his muscles all stiffening instant regret coiling through him.  

Immediately. she sat up, hands cupping the sides of his face. “No, you’re fine, you’re fine, baby,” she insisted. “I felt a little bit... strange for a second,” she began, Adrien cutting in. 

“Yeah, when your body went completely rigid, which I mistook for you liking it. Fuck.” 

“Wasn’t a mistake. I did like it. Honestly, I do like it, I do. I think that’s why I wasn’t completely traumatised by it, because it always has been something I’ve enjoyed, being held down by my neck. Choking not so much, but being held, yep. Does it for me,” she assured him, quite surprised he’d noticed such a flicker of nuance in her. “Now he isn’t the last man who put his hand around my neck any longer. You are. And you did it for a very different reason, so don’t beat yourself up. What Ivan did to me, I’ve put it behind me. I have.”  

Looking up at her, while he was sure that what she emphatically stated with regards to him was true, he couldn’t be certain she truly meant it about Ivan. He didn’t really know what to say to that, figuring if she wanted to tell him more, she would, respecting her boundaries enough to leave it where it was as he pulled her down against his chest, wrapping her in his arms.  

The difference between the last man and the man who now held her tightly was as stark as night and day, Jade kissing his chest as she allowed the feeling of safety to wash over her. Ivan had been too blinded by his steroid fuelled rage to think of what he was doing even for a second, and then there was Adrien, immediately prickled by regret by an action done in the heat of a very mutually willing sexual encounter.  

She could still feel it in him, his body tense, lifting her head to look down at him. “I mean it, it’s fine. And you better fucking do it again, Mr. B, because I bloody loved that shit.”  

Finally, he began to smile, pulling her into a kiss. “Well, if you put it like that.”  

It was twenty-four hours before they left bungalow three of Chateau Marmont, taking a cab straight to the venue the band were set to play at that night. As expected, there were some reactions when they walked into the dressing room together. 

“Oh, she got banged!” Jen shouted, grinning widely. “Look at that smile, man!” 

“The drought is over, hallelujah,” Jess then stated, with much less volume.  

Adrien turned to her, looking a little uncomfortable. “I got that interview in ten, I’ll be on the bus.” Leaning to her, he gave her a quick kiss, heading back out to find Marv while Jade moved to a chair, sitting down with a noticeable wince. 

“Ooooh, somebody got her little cooch beaten up,” Katie teased, pulling a beer from the cooler and handing it to her. “So, how was it, baby girl?” 

Sipping the cold beer, she smirked a little, cocking her head. “He’s a bad man in the very best way, and that’s all you get.”  

“Oh lady, the look on your face right now, that’s all I need!” she chuckled, pulling her into a hug. “You look happy with him, so I’m happy for ya. C’est la vie, baby. C’est la vie.”  

Certain others present weren’t quite so easily sated. “Yeah, yeah, but is he packing, is what we really want to know!” 

“Jen, quit. We’re grown women, not high school kids!” Jess scolded, slapping her arm.  

“Oh, come on! I’m a horny single person, I need deets!” 

Jade rolled her eyes, laughing while licking her top lip momentarily. The laughter and little whoops of her girls had her cracking up, Charlotte especially. 

“That’s the look of a woman whose been laid well, and by something substantial!” 

Her smirk only grew wider. The rhythm guitarist was not wrong. At all. “That man has about the most beautiful, thick cock I have seen in my damned life. And he knows exactly how to use it. Now that’s your lot, stop fishing and go find yourself someone to bounce on. You need to get the sex angry thing out of your system, for god’s sake.” 

The drummer scrambled over the empty seats between them, holding her fist out. “Hell yeah, bitch. Bump it! Ain’t nothing better than a big dick attached to a guy who knows what to do with it!”  

She was entertaining if nothing else, just mildly mortifying along with it. Some people never grew up past eighteen, and more and more of late, Jen seemed to be showing that. Then again, touring was her favourite thing, the exhilaration of playing live, the buzz they all felt from getting up on stage each night to put on a show. Jen seemed to drink in the energy more than the rest, though.  

All talk of the new man in Jade’s life ceased when the documentary guys made their way in, the now near constant camera on her beginning to grate a little, wondering why she’d agreed in the first place. Part of the reason she’d absconded with Adrien so early the previous morning was so she could lose them for the day, not willing to let them have that kind of unprecedented access to her life as to capture her heading off to a hotel to get to know said new man intimately for the first time. 

While the girls all chatted, various crew coming in and out, a journalist from a well-known metal magazine arriving to interview Jess too, she sat in the corner on a call with her agent, the powerhouse legend that was Harriet Geller, discussing a couple of movie roles that she felt worth her time to audition for.  

Between that, quickly running to the front to greet a few fans who had VIP privileges and thus early entry and getting herself ready for the show, she only had minutes to spare to run to the bus and bask in a little affection from Adrien, who she didn’t see again until noticing him there in the wings while she was on stage, a place he stood most nights to watch her perform. It flattered her endlessly, knowing he really wasn’t into her musical genre at all, and yet there he was, showing his unwavering support.  

She’d miss it in three days from then, to turn and not see him there. Probably more than she was willing to admit.  

With the first of the four LA shows done, they headed back to the bus, the second show being played at the same venue meaning they didn’t need to move, and much to the girl’s annoyance, the tour budget not extending to putting them up in a hotel as it was seen as an unnecessary expense. In the early hours, Jade slept soundly after being fucked thoroughly but quietly, Adrien having issues with his brain switching off, carefully getting out of bed and pulling his jeans back on, wandering down to the front lounge. He wasn’t the only one suffering the same. 

“G’morning, mister,” Jen spoke, turning away from her book with a smile. “Can’t sleep either, huh?” 

“Brain doesn’t wanna switch off,” he admitted, seating himself next to her, nodding at her book. “Ginsberg, huh?”  

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded, “he floats my boat. Howl changed my damned life, man.”  

“My mom would agree with you there. She loves him so much, she named one of her dogs after him,” he revealed, smiling when he thought of the pups, the house hippos as he always referred to them as. 

“What dogs does she have?” she asked, looking a little lamentable. “I’d love one, but I’m away so much it wouldn’t be fair, y’know?” 

“Pit bulls. She loves big dogs, never been fond of anything small and yappy.” 

“Oh, my favourites! Those and Doberman's!” Reaching for her trapezius muscles, she grasped them, jerking her neck until something cracked loudly, groaning as Adrien winced. 

“Hmm, that sounded pleasant,” he snorted with soft sarcasm, watching her grimace a little. 

“I get all kinds of back, neck and shoulder pain from drumming. It’s why I’m still awake, waiting for my second dose to kick in. Excuse me if I start acting dopey, it’ll be the painkillers finally doing their job.” Resting her book down, she tried to ease some of the tension away, sighing, the pain obviously more than she was comfortable with. “I need my chiropractor.”  

“I’m not one of those, but I’m told I have healing hands if you want me to give you a little pinch?” he offered, Jen smiling gratefully. 

“Would you? That’d be awesome, thank you. I know you don’t like me much, so that’s nice of you,” she spoke, the little slice of candidness making his insides prickle a bit. 

“It isn’t that I dislike you, Jen. I just don’t know you, and usually you’re a little...” 

“...like a human version of a Tasmanian devil?” 

He laughed softly, nodding as she tied up her mountain of blonde hair into a messy bun. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”  

He was about to begin, Jen suddenly turning to him, looking a little reluctant. “Um, okay so I gotta ask, and I know it’s TMI, but have you washed your hands since your fingers were likely all up in my best friend’s hoo-har?”  

He barked a laugh at the term hoo-har. “Oh, god,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I’ll go do that now.”  

“Appreciated, because I love that girl to death, but not enough to be that up close and personal, y’know, man?” 

“Got it,” he confirmed. One thorough hand scrub later and he’d returned, Jen sitting at his feet while his fingers grasped at the knotted muscles beneath her tattooed skin. “Better?” 

“Oh, Jesus in tap shoes, that’s amazing!” she sighed, finally feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to yield. “The girls try and help me, but they don’t have man hands. Man hands hit different. The only thing that comes close is getting Jess to walk on my back.” 

“Is it a direct result of drumming, why you get this?” he asked. 

“That and my back being a little messed up anyway, yeah. Touring is my favourite thing in the world, but it takes it out of me. Especially when we long haul. We just did eight months through Europe, the far East and Australia before coming back here. We had just over a month break so Jade could film her new movie that’ll be out next February. I swear, that woman has a work ethic unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” she explained, Adrien nodding. 

“From what I know, I agree. It’s something we have in common,” he spoke, hands moving to her neck.  

“I can feel you grinning back there.” Turning, she smiled wryly, reaching to squeeze his knee. “She’s the best, ain’t she? I’m stupidly biased, man, but she is.” 

“Yeah, she’s unlike any other woman I’ve met. I’m crazy about her, truth be told,” he confessed, Jen still turned, pointing at him. 

“And you? You seem like a really nice guy, and trust me, she needs that. After the last one, yikes on a hell of a lotta bikes. That was scary.” 

“Ivan?”  

She nodded. “Terrified me, that did. I had nightmares about it, seeing the state of her face. She called me in a blind panic while she was driving, after it happened. I yelled at her to pull the damned car over before she ended up crashing, got her location and drove to her. Took her to hospital myself. Luckily, I was only a twenty-minute drive away, ran a few red lights and crosswalks and did it in ten. Fuck, she was in a bad way.” 

“Was she? She didn’t really go into much detail.” That didn’t surprise her at all. 

“That isn’t surprising, but don’t take it personally. My girl, she tends to push things she doesn’t wanna deal with aside. I’ve been waiting for it to surface, so I can be there for her when it does. She doesn’t do so well showing weakness, though, or rather what she perceives to be weakness. I told her she ain’t weak, I mean god, that scumbag knocked the shit outta guys his own size, fucking levelled ‘em to the canvas, and she’s a hundred and twenty pounds, y’know?” 

He did. He’d also noticed what Jen revealed, too, about her pushing things aside. When she’d spoken of Ivan, it hadn’t been in any great detail. “I’m glad she has you. You girls, you all have each other’s backs, don’t you? It comes across very clearly.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. We gotta, y’know? We’re five women making our way in a male dominated genre, the deck is stacked against us. You gotta be tough to survive it, man.”  

The more she spoke, the more Adrien found himself liking her. Jen was a straight shooter, just like him, and there in the dead of night, no audience she felt she had to be upbeat for, there was much more to her beneath the wild, brash woman he’d only encountered thus far. He saw clearly why Jade spoke so highly of her.  

They chatted quietly a little more, Jen thanking him with a forehead kiss for helping her feel a lot more comfortable, her second dose kicking in and dictating she crawl back into her bunk, Adrien returning to Jade’s side. Two days. God, how he wished he had longer, but it sadly seemed like no time at all before he was standing at the curb waiting for his cab to arrive, holding her close, his arms reluctant to loosen even an inch.  

When he looked down, it was into blue eyes that swam with tears, Jade wiping them quickly, her hand flapping. “Ignore me, I’m being daft.” 

“Baby,” he whispered softly, kissing her head. “It’s only three months. Isn't ideal, but it is how it is. I’ll be back before you know it, and until then, my phone’ll be glued to my damned ear whenever I get the chance to call you.” 

“I know,” she sniffed, holding his face in her hands, pulling him to her level to offer kisses, kisses she didn’t ever want to end. “Text me when you land, alright?”  

He was going back to his rental place to pack, then heading straight to New York for a week of press to promote his latest movie before flying from there down to Hawaii to begin the Predators shoot, wishing with everything he had that he was taking her with him, too. “I will, Moo. Promise.” Exchanging another lingering kiss as the cab pulled up, they smiled sadly at one another, and then he was gone, Jade waving him goodbye before she moved back to the bus, the others all still asleep.  

She sat in the front lounge with a cigarette and a coffee for a while, feeling a little empty, kicking herself for letting her emotions get the better of her to such an extent. He was right, it was only three months, but oh, it seemed much too long to go without seeing a man she’d become so very attached to. It was the way of her world, though, his too. Relationships were not conventional when your career was in the public eye, away for weeks or months at a time.  

Her phone then beeped, Jade pulling it from her pocket to read a message that set her tears off all over again. 

‘Miss you already xxx’ 

Stubbing out her cigarette, she rubbed the screen with her thumb, heaving herself up and heading back to the little nest of a bed in the rear lounge he’d occupied with her just an hour before. Suddenly, though, it seemed a little too vast without him there, Jade sighing as she stood, picking up the pillow that smelled of him and heading to climb into her bunk, curling up to cry quietly. She wasn’t there by herself for long.  

“Scooch, Skip” The long, familiar body belonging to Jen climbed beneath the comforter with her, wrapping her up in a big hug and stroking her hair. 

“I’m such a twat!” she exclaimed, sniffing hard. “I’m thirty-one, not sixteen, acting like a dick over here. For fucks sake!” 

“Hey, shhh now, yeah?” she soothed, wiping her tears away with the back of her fingers. “You met someone you really like, it’s natural to not want to be parted from him, you big goof!” Oh, how she beat herself up where showing emotion was concerned.  

“I do like him, and it’s scaring me because it’s hit me so hard! I’ve never felt like this so soon after meeting someone, and what if he bails? What if he decides nah, and then I’m just on my own again, no great guy? What if I fuck it all up like I inevitably do? I know I don’t need a relationship to define my happiness, but he’s just so... he makes me so happy!” 

She was spiralling, as she usually did if she didn’t get a hold on her herself and push it down in order not to deal with whatever was troubling her. “He isn’t going to, babe. And neither are you.” 

“How do you know that, though? He might, and if he doesn’t I probably will!” she wailed, her little meltdown continuing. 

“What, apart from the fact the man himself told me he’s crazy about you?” Jen asked, stroking her hair. “Really, wanna know how I know, other than that? Tealeaves.” 

Jade turned, frowning in confusion. “What?”  

“Tealeaves!” she shrugged simply, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Don’t tell me you forgot what Cerise told you, huh?” 

“The man you’re with right now? He isn’t the one. It’ll be the one after him.”  

 "The man you’ll end up with, well you’ll know for sure when you meet him, sweetheart. You’ll scream at him. He also has the same name as your dog.”  

"You’ll love his eyes, because you will never have seen green like them before." 

She had forgotten. In the two years since, her life a whirlwind of activity as well all the turmoil and trauma she’d gone through because of Ivan, she hadn’t remembered. Not right up until that moment, when the woman whose words she hadn’t put an ounce of faith in at the time came flying back, Jade sitting up suddenly, hands pressed over her mouth, her eyes rounding. 

“Oh, my life. She was right,” she whispered, staring at a quietly smug looking Jen. 

“Told ya! Cerise is never, ever wrong.” Watching her friend stuck on wide-eyed mute, Jen’s laughter escalated, Jade going to speak, no words coming forth, clasping her hand over her mouth again. 

“How did she know?” 

Rolling from the bunk, she landed softly, Jade following her out. “She always does. That face, that’s the face that looks like it needs a drink throwing in it.” 

“It’s 9am, Jennifer.” 

“And?” she boomed, rolling her eyes. “Dude, we’re dirty rockers. It’s expected. Lemme go fix you a shot.” 

Just then, the curtain on Katie’s bunk flew open, the guitarist poking her head out. “Are we doing a wake n’ wobble?”  

“We are!” Jen confirmed, grabbing the tequila from the mini fridge.  

Three out of five members of the band arrived at the airport slightly tipsy, which was handy since sober Jade was hell to fly with, being as nervous as she was on planes. Three hours later and they arrived on Texan soil, touching down at Fort Worth to a new bus, a new driver, and a whole new climate to negotiate, both in heat and public opinion. 

“Guys? Lookit!” Katie spoke, her head poking up like a meercat as they turned onto the street the next venue was located upon. 

“No way!” Jen cried, standing up and pointing. “Westboro are picketing us? Holy shit, we’ve made it!” The religious far right had long denounced Seventh Gate, pretty much since their name in the rock world had begun gaining leverage fourteen years before, Jade the main focal point of their ire. It had amped up considerably after they’d released the second single from their current album.  

The song, entitled Holy War, was a fiercely penned diatribe against what they felt to be the many and varied ills of the Christian church at large, particularly against women and children, the final scene in the music video for the single showing the five girls kicking out chairs from beneath five obvious men of the cloth, standing back to watch them hang. The religious movements across America had gone apoplectic in response.  

Disembarking the bus, they all handled it in their own unique way, Jen dropping her jeans to moon them before giving them the finger, Charlotte and Jess continuing into the venue without engaging them, leaving Jade and Katie, who actually approached them, joined by a little crew of their fans who were there standing their corner and shouting over their protests.  

One of said fans filmed the exchange between them and the Westboro fanatics, the video finding its way online the day after, being picked up by TMZ. The link to such found its way to a certain man down in Hawaii, Adrien sitting back in his trailer between shoots to rest for a half hour, opening the message from Jade. 

‘Baby, look! We got protested by dickheads! Xxx' 

Clicking the link, he watched the video in quiet amazement, half at the people thinking they had any right at all to act in such a holier-than-thou manner, half at how well Jade and Katie handled themselves in at least attempting to speak to them reasonably.  

“A woman’s place is in her home, nurturing her children, not upon a stage spitting profanities and encouraging blasphemy and unholiness!” the woman they were speaking to shouted hotly, watching intently, witnessing Jade taking her ire in her stride. She was much too clever to give her what she wanted, anything other than complete calm in the face of such indignant anger. 

“So, if a woman’s place is in the home, nurturing, why are you standing out here in ninety degrees, waving a placard full of hate, hmm?” 

Adrien laughed, proud of the way she handled it, his thumb rubbing over the image of her face on the screen. “Baby love.” he smiled, the words falling from his mouth before he’d actually registered it.  

‘Proud of my little Moo. Scream Holy War extra loud tonight, so they don’t miss a word. Miss you so much xxx’ 

He really wanted to follow that with ‘I love you’, but god, was a week way too soon? The way she looked at him, how happy she sounded whenever she answered his calls, it told him that no, it wasn’t. Still, though. He felt it would be better to tell her that information in person, so kept it to himself.  

Resting his phone down, he smiled, lying back and enjoying the feeling of knowing, just feeling, that he’d finally met the one destined for him.  

[onboardsorasora]

Tennis AU anyone?

I took a break from writing anything for the past week and my brain appreciated it because it started giving me cute ideas for these boys again :))) Sorry I took so long! This is inspired by my tags on this amazing post

Part 1 | Part 29 | Part 31

Part 30

Daniel walked across the desolate hospitality peppered with news crews giving updates even though it was ass o clock in the morning. They had been at the paddock all day. Literally all day. 20+ hours so far. Daniel felt like his brain was bordering mush. Manic was the only thing he knew. Delirium was up next.

Vegas had been great til this point. Amazing, truly. He'd had a few media commitments of his own, oddly enough. Someone somewhere found out about his love for the UFC and that turned into a whole thing where he was meeting Bruce Buffer and simulating a call up to the octagon. And then he got to spar with Max Holloway. It was surreal and kinda crazy and he was going to be in a video game ad???? 

The ‘opening ceremony’ had been weird and chaotic– very Vegas minus the party drugs. And overall, cold. Daniel burrowed deeper into his borrowed Alpha Tauri jacket. He hoped Pyry didn't need it back any time soon.

Max had said he could leave at 1am when the place was emptying out. But they didn't hadn't known when FP2 would actually start and he truly didn't want to leave Max all bored and alone for the whole time. It was more fun to pass the time together than Daniel trying to stay awake in their hotel room and texting Max who may or may not be napping or filming content.

Which brought him back here, he'd gone for a walk, leaving his boyfriend sprawled out on the tiny couch as he took a nap. Max needed it, because when the next practice session finally happens, he'd be in the car for ninety odd minutes. And if Daniel's brain was currently mush…he couldn't imagine having to actually focus on his job after this.

Daniel smiled and waved to Charles who was stood outside the Ferrari hospitality, chatting with Pierre. Carlos and Esteban were both fine thankfully, and the extra time was helping the teams fix the cars in time. Max had been pissed when he'd heard all that was going on. Daniel knew he said as much to the press but they truly hadn't seen the brunt of it. Not Max pacing the garage or his driver room, gesturing wildly and cursing loudly.

Either way, Daniel had been able to calm him down a bit. Surprisingly the little couch could withstand the pressure of two grown men fucking frantically on its shallow cushions. Daniel's thighs still burned a little from the impromptu exercise.

Fist bumping Genty and a few other mechanics, Daniel made his way back into the garage. He took a left down the little hallway and let himself quietly into Max's driver room. He expected to see his love still asleep, maybe. Or watching some endurance racing. 

He hadn't expected to see Max dressed up in a white race suit that looked like an Elvis costume… complete with gold belt and a red sparkly cape.

Daniel's jaw dropped in his surprise but that was quickly discarded for the loudest laugh he could ever remember making once he saw the sour look on Max's face. That was the only description of the surly pout that drew Max's cute face in.

Daniel couldn't even make it through the door before he was folded over gasping for breath. His body was wracked with those belly clenching laughs that sounded like painful spasms of a gasp. He couldn't get air into his lungs. This was how he was gonna die; on the floor in Vegas. Not in a hotel room, possibly overdosing on a good time. No he was gonna pass away from laughing so hard he suffocated.

Tell my mama I love her, because this is an unholy death.

“Daniel, you are being ridiculous, of course.” Max was unamused. Which was fine because Daniel was equally amused for the both of them.

“Maxy, you've killed me!” Daniel gasped in a ragged breath only to look up at his boyfriend again– he stood silently in the middle of the small room with his hands on his hips, the cape flared out. Daniel dissolved into helpless giggles once more. He bounced where he stood and clapped his hands. There were tears running down his face. Real tears. Max's pout only became more pronounced.

“You are overreacting, I think.” Max rolled his eyes before taking up some folded up dark fabric and chucking it at Daniel's head. That surprised him enough out of his giggles to be able to breathe and collect himself a little.

Daniel chuckled involuntarily and wiped at his eyes with the heels of his palms. His cheeks hurt, his chest hurt. He looked down at the fabric crumpled on the ground and raised his brow when he saw identical stars to Max's suit.

“Vicky figured you'd get a kick out of it. Had I known you would be killing yourself laughing, I would have told her not to bother, I think.” Max muttered, hands squarely on his hips again.

“Oh Maxy, don't be like that.” Daniel teased with a small grin. He unfolded the fabric to see that it was a black race suit, Oracle Red Bull Racing, with all the sponsors. The pattern was identical to Max's just opposite coloured complete with golden Elvis belt and glitter (because it wasn't an fia compliant race suite to be raced in). Daniel's mouth dropped open and he looked from Max's face to the suit in his hands a few times, before his eyes zeroed in on his name and flag on the hip.

He fingered the letters and swiped his thumb unconsciously over the southern cross of the flag. Sure he and Max had joked about putting him in one of Max's race suits, joked about roleplaying that Daniel was a racer even. But he truly hadn’t expected to get one of his own…with his name on it.

“You should try it on. So we match.” Max smiled at him softly and Daniel grinned back, finally stepping fully into the room and closing the door. 

Max helped him put on the race suit, complete with boots and matching fireproofs. The look Max gave him when he put that on was filed away for later. Daniel zipped up the black suit that fit him snugly and twisted and turned in the mirror– he looked good. It was surreal.

“C'mon, your laughing made us late.”

“Late for what?” They left the room together and Max flicked his cape at Daniel who cackled again. They walked into the garage, and everyone turned to look at them. Max rolled his eyes at the grins that formed on his mechanics’ faces. He was going to kill Vicky. Thankfully Checo walked out of his driver's room at the same time– in a red version of the suit, complete with white sparkly cape. That set Daniel off again, which set Micheal and Brad off and then everyone in the garage was giggling. The mutual delirium was peaking.

“Do I get a cape too?” Daniel fingered Checo's cape. A tuft of fabric hit him in the side of the head. He turned to flip Blake off, knowing it was him. The man's phone was up, no doubt taking more blackmail photos. 

The fabric opened to show a gold and black sparkly cape and Daniel eagerly put it on. He twirled this way and that before flicking his finger guns.

“Thank ya, thank ya very much.” He did in a poor imitation of Elvis’ accent. Checo giggled and Max snorted a laugh, Daniel counted it as a win.

They ended up having an impromptu photoshoot and Daniel got to live his race day dream for a little bit while Max was whisked away to do some more videos for tiktok. Daniel had kissed the scowl off of his lips. Daniel was chatting to Blake in a corner, race suit turned down at his waist like a sexy banana, when they heard that FP2 would be in an hour. That galvanized everyone into action with a sense of ‘work to be done’. Max shuffled back in quickly after that in his regular race suit and immediately went to stand with GP. Daniel and Blake watched it all happening around them like a factory production line.

“You drive your truck like shit but if Red Bull needs a PR merchant, I told Vicky she can call you.” Blake teased. Daniel snorted and threw Max's balaclava at him.

[fairydares]

Gruvia Fan Content Prompt Idea List

well, some people seemed interested when i said i'd make a post with a list of Gruvia fan content prompts, so I'm making it! I'll warn you, though: I don't really like the way ideas are shared on typical prompt lists so mine might not be to you guys' tastes:

AU where Juvia joined Fairy Tail first and was the one to inspire Gray to join the guild. Some of you might recognize this as a previous post of mine, where the idea is more fleshed out, but I don't mind at all if anyone else takes it as a prompt and uses the idea to write their own story.

Gruvia-centric Stone Age Omake fic. There's tons for Nalu but only one I found that's Gruvia, Learning to Love by starryfairyjedi, which is excellent but the author hasn't finished it quite yet.

Pregnancy fic. ik ik, another unoriginal idea. There are tons of these, but I think that's true for a reason. A scenario where Juvia accidentally gets pregnant forces Gray to commit in a way he avoids throughout the series. Plus also that guy just has a ton of untapped worry-wort dad potential. It's tragic, really.

Forced to live together. Who doesn't love these kinds of fics? As for why Gray and Juvia have to live together...maybe Fairy Hills got destroyed during Alvarez or by another Dark Guild, and when Gajeel offered to let Juvia stay with him, Gray stepped in to offer up his own place in a moment of irrational jealousy. There's a lot of potential for humor with Juvia's various Gray paraphernalia, plus it would be a chance for them to address feelings about their previous cohabitation.

Playing off the last one: AU where Juvia's an informant targeted by the mafia and Gray is the FBI agent tasked with protecting her. Therefore, they are forced to live together in a safe house.

Grease-esque AU. Juvia could be one of those rollerskating waitresses and Gray and Natsu could be race car drivers/rivals. Sides of other pairings would work well with this one, like if Lucy and Erza were also waitresses.

Juvia meets Edo-Greige somehow. This would be so cute! How would she wind up meeting him? Well...i don't know, lol. It'd be interesting if she wound up in Edolas accidentally and Gray had to go rescue her. In the meantime, she could interact with Edo Gray and Juvia, also...that's a moment we never really got to see in the series.

Juvia and Lyon wind up paired for a mission and Gray follows them out of jealousy.

Assassin AU where Gray's the assassin and Juvia's the target. Good potential for a steamy fight scene and ultimate cuteness when Gray refuses to kill her.

Pirate and Mermaid AU. a lot of fics have elements of this dynamic but i don't think i've seen one that's really Gruvia-centric and about the love story. would make a great oneshot or short multichapter fic imo.

Juvia's a nymph who cares all alone for her forest since the other nymphs died, until one day, an Ice Demon Slayer, injured in battle, drifts into her forest via river on a slab of wood. The forest urges her to kill him, but Juvia is unable to kill the first man she's ever seen. While she nurses him back to health, they fall in love. Lots of potential for romance/humor with the whole "Juvia's never been around people, especially men, and doesn't get personal space" thing, a bit like the Stone Age Omake idea.

MHA/BNHA AU where they meet as heroes-in-training or young pro heroes in the field.

Fake Dating. Kind of a sucker for these, ngl. Would be even better (in my personal opinion) if it was an AU so this was how they met.

UFC/MMA AU. Few different potential ideas with this one. Could be Juvia falling in love with Gray from the audience while he fights Natsu, a mixed-gender version of the UFC where Gray and Juvia fight each other, or Gray gets a crush from the audience watching Juvia fight someone (I'd personally love to read this one).

Gray and Juvia meet as kids. Would be really cute if little Gray comforted Juvia about her rain.

Robin Hood AU. The Fairy Tail ethos goes well with Robin Hood's. You could have it where Juvia serves as a knight for King John (/Jose?) but abandons the kingdom for Robin Hood's cause when she meets Gray.

If I think of more, I'll add to this list or maybe make another one! Feel free to use any of these/apply them to any ship. I'd love if you lmk you used one of them or tagged me or whatever, but if you're not comfortable with that you don't have to. I may use my own prompts one day, too, especially the Stone Age Omake ones, the nymph one, and the Edo Greige one. I'm totally fine with us having written the same idea if you are.

See also this set of romantic prompt lists. Actually, just see their master post of prompts, literally my favorite blog for this sort of thing.

[fitgothgirl]

OoOoooOOo look at me with a random photo dump/life update!

I keep wanting to journal in my handwritten diary, but it's just working out/I can't get it stick. And I haven't been really journaling here either because I've been wanting to "save it" for the diary so I don't get tired of writing about the same things. So that means I'm just not writing at all now! So I'm just going to try to switch back to tumblr & and also try to journal more than I had been doing before (since it was still sparse).

And so~~~

Random Puck pic while he's being rambunctious & crazy eyed. 🖤 Caught him as he was bucking the metal bed leg lol...

Delicious dinner at one of our favorite places with my bf's parents for his birthday. 🍷🥩😋 We actually did this a week before his birthday since they were going out of town.

We went to a Giants game on his actual birthday, which just happened to be their Pride Day event so that was cool! They gave out sweaters with the SF logo filled with pride flag colors but the rest of the sweater was white so we just gave them to friends lmao... Also the gif of the closest flag pole is hard to see but it has 5 flags for each of the teams in the division, and they're in order of the current standings. Hate to see the Dodgers up there but it is what it is... (At least my dad has been happy...) Also, is this a bf face reveal?... 🤔 It's definitely been at least many a year. And you are correct he is very handsome. 😍😁

McCovey Cove where people hang out during Giants games to get the rare "splash hit" home runs. They're out there no matter the weather but this was a gorgeous day so it looked like a party. 🍻☀️

Couple recent selfies. Left was a few days ago when we went to see the Ghost concert movie Rite Here Rite Now which was fun! The only other time I've been to the theater for a non-movie was seeing UFC 189, which was the fight where Robbie Lawler got his lip hella split open and it was all flapping on the big screen. 😆🫣 It was still a super fun time though haha. And then the right is my a gym selfie from yesterday! I was back after about a 10 day break from the gym just due to some ups and downs emotionally/mentally. Haven't been able to be super consistent but just glad to be back when I can get there. However I accidentally shmurdered my abs since it had been a while and I was already neglecting them... 😅

Backyard hangs. Left: felt artistic during a friends' BBQ we hosted this past Friday so had my friend hold her weed for a portrait mode pic lol. Looked so nice in the summer sunset. 😍😄 Right: just chillin on my own a random other day.

[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