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whinychimera13 · 23 hours
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"First Encounters"
TADC Boxer AU (by @burrotello)!!! I needed to draw him being a jackass (haha get it bc his nickname is jack/jackrabbit-) and it culminated in me shoe-horning my oc into the AU SHKDJSKDN
Experimented with a bit of everything this time around, in style/body proportions primarily. Not sure I'm the most fond, but it was fun nonetheless- I'll be drawing somethin more proper later :3
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littlewanibites · 2 months
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Part 2 of the sci-fi boxer au that only exists in my head
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demigoddessqueens · 8 months
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the boxer’s lover
A/n — just some headcanons about boxer au Miguel because tbh he got that bawdy
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He’s the best there is, the greatest alive, but you’re the only one who’s approval matters the most to him.
You had been a part of his life since the beginning of his boxing career. From the scrappy young man to the toned
If you’re his s/o, Miguel always wants you to come to all of his matches. Your cheering keeps him going through every round.
If you’re his manager, he’s always somewhat had a crush on you. Keeping his head on straight (or turning every time you’re walking by), always by his side, etc. It just seemed natural to Miguel he would fall for you. You think he’s just fooling you, until you realize he’s always been adamant about his feelings for you.
If you’re a fan, Miguel swears seeing you in the crowd makes him fight better. Even if you’re not there, it crushes him but he still wants to fight for you.
Always in the crowd, with the hundreds of faces watching him in admiration, but he only seeks you out.
If he loses, just be there for him through the low points. Hold him close
When he wins, oh he has not a care in the world! Just kissing you in his victory 💞
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restless*
warnings: smut, masturbation, oral sex, allusions to sex
pairing: boxer harry x reader
summary: yn is needy after seeing harry come home after a match, but he needs his rest
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yn tosses and turns for what feels like the thousandth time in the past few minutes, a quiet groan leaving her lips when the throbbing between her legs just won’t go away. heaving out a sigh, she tosses the blankets off her body and climbs from the bed, begrudgingly reaching into her bedside table and grabbing her vibrator in hopes of some sort of relief.
she then quietly makes her way from the bed with a glance back at harry to make sure he’s still sound asleep before heading toward the guest room. closing the door behind her quietly, she tosses the vibrator on the bed before sliding her panties down her legs and discarding them somewhere beside the bed. no more time is wasted as she climbs on and gets comfortable against the pillows and spreads her legs. the chill of the air on her wet centre sends a shiver down her spine but she couldn’t care less as of right now.
there’s no time for teasing, so she grabs the toy and turns it on her favourite setting before simply pressing it against her throbbing clit, a small cry of relief leaving her lips at the feeling. the vibrations instantly plummet her into her own mind, memories of her boyfriend above her and taking her just the way she needs flooding her mind. unbeknownst to her, harry had woken up shortly after she’d gotten out of the bed and was in search of her with sleep dazed head.
she doesn’t even know that he’s walking down the hallway listening for her when he hears the buzzing sound and her soft mewls from behind the guest room door, stopping to investigate.
when he pushes the door open to the room, his cock stirs to life in his boxers as he sees her in the centre of the bed pleasuring herself. “oh, angel,” harry tsks, the sound of his voice breaking yn from the confines of her thoughts of him. she’s shocked to see him standing there, embarrassed even, as she hastily snaps her legs shut and fumbles around with the buttons on the toy. “why didn’t you wake me?” he questions, climbing onto the bed with her.
she’s quiet for a moment due to her embarrassment, averting her eyes until he places his hand on her thigh to coax her to look at him. when her eyes return to his and she sees no judgment in them, she feels comfortable responding. “you need your sleep. you just had a match,” she explains, her voice small.
“i know, sweet girl, but if you need me i can help you,” he responds, words genuine. his response pulls a scoff from her, making him raise his eyebrows in shock.
“i was not going to wake you up because i was horny,” her voice is firm now at how ridiculous he sounds.
that’s when his normal cheeky, dimpled grin forms on his face and he pulls her thighs apart. “okay, that’s fair, but i’m up now. you know it’s hard for me to sleep anyways when i haven’t had a taste of you,” he teases, reaching up with his dominant hand and running a finger through her soaked folds. he gathers some wetness on his fingertip before immediately honing in on her sensitive clit, a hum falling from his lips when he feels it twitch against him.
“no, h. your hand,” she manages to gasp, remembering the bruising and pain he’d received from the fight today. she’s squirming away from his touch, much to her dismay at the situation, but she knows he needs to rest that hand.
“i’m fine, angel. but if it makes you feel any better i won’t use it. how’s that sound, hm?” he questions, all playfulness gone from his voice as he knows she’s genuinely concerned for him. she thinks on his suggestion for a moment before she’s nodding her head and relaxing into the pillows once more. she’s not relaxed for long, though, as he immediately takes her clit into his mouth and begins to suck on it before flicking at it a bit, causing her body to tense and a gasp to leave her.
it doesn’t take long at all for her to get close, her orgasm creeping up on her just minutes after he gets his mouth on her. he’s alternating between sucking on her clit and licking into her folds, occasionally pushing his tongue into her somewhat neglected entrance. when she wraps her thighs around his head as she gets closer, he can’t help but groan against her, and the action immediately flings her off the edge with a loud cry of his name.
her body is stock still as her orgasm moves through her body in intense waves, and by the end of it she’s choking on her breath and pushing him away as he hasn’t stopped licking at her sensitive flesh. he reluctantly pulls away with that same grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe her cum off of it.
climbing up her body, he cages her in before craning his neck to press his lips to hers. they both marvel at the taste of her arousal on him, and soon he feels her tongue make its way into his mouth, pulling away before things escalate as she needs sleep as well. he gives her one last peck before speaking up. “there we go. are y’gonna be able to sleep now?” he teases, but he’s soon choking on his breath as he feels her hand quickly reach into his boxers and wrap around him.
her words are innocent as she responds. “no, not yet.”
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yok00k · 28 days
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sanrio!oc & boxer!jk headcannon
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⤷ ⊹₊⋆ series masterlist ⊹₊⋆
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>pics from pinterest<
—warning: some mature contents, read at your own risk—
⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆
ᡣ𐭩 y/n l/n, 19
ʚɞ lives in a tiny/luxurious apartment nearby the lake
ʚɞ works at a bubble tea store. you love being in a minimalistic and cute place. indeed you think you’re just a girl and your world is full of sanrio and cute stuff.
ʚɞ currently studying cosmetology. you dont know what you want to do just yet but you’re trying to figure it out. you love doing your own makeup, nails, and eyelashes. anything that makes you feel that feminine energy you’ll do it. that’s the reason why you’re pursuing something that’s related to your very own interest!
ʚɞ obsessed with hello kitty. you just has to collect at least one every week so you can function properly
ʚɞ has daddy’s issue (just like the author)
ʚɞ friendly to everyone but you have 3 real friends who you know really well. you open up to them about some details of you and jungkook’s relationship. there’s always there to give you advice or just listen to your rants
ʚɞ you’re very affectionate and genuinely loves the people in your life + sensitive: cry yourself to sleep when someone yells at you. how dare they
ʚɞ had multiple sugar daddies prior to entering a relationship with jk
ʚɞ your go-to outfits are mini skirts+black platform boots/mary janes + crop tops
ʚɞ dumb and slow as a turtle. you just never get what’s going on most of the time & that’s why guys get to take advantage of you and your dummy self won’t even realize it.
ʚɞ may look innocent but be the freakiest in the bedroom. 100% certified virgin (just for the first 6 months of her and jk’s relationship) but that doesn’t mean you can’t own multiple toys + toys that jk gifted you.
ʚɞ unintentionally and intentionally tease jk. you just likes seeing all worked up for nothing.. or something
ʚɞ sucker for creampie & cockwarming
ʚɞ listen to kali uchis, lana del rey, mitski, etc.
⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆
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<pics from pinterest>
ᡣ𐭩 Jeongguk Jeon, 23
ꕤ born from a wealthy family. he rebels against his parents: they wanted him to be the heir of their business, but jungkook said “fuck that imma do my own thing”
ꕤ was an underground boxer at the age of 20, but because of his skills, he became somewhat popular in mainstream boxing.
ꕤ has lots of boxing competition [i think he likes to fight]
ꕤ has anger issues. especially when he sees men taking advantage of you. boxing helps him to let out all the anger and he’s learning how to be better. [ you can fix him ]
ꕤ nonchalant but possessive? he doesn’t like to share
ꕤ lives on his own for some time now, in a huge penthouse. he gets lonely most of the time, he’s used to it though
ꕤ @ the gym 24/7. he basically lives there.
ꕤ rumor has it that he was a fuckboy? there’s no proof though.. yet. there’s been rumors around and they don’t sound nice.
ꕤ smokes + vapes [oc hates it]
ꕤ has a big dog named Bam, he’s such a good dog to you!
ꕤ always horny, he keeps the videos of you playing with yourself for his personal use
ꕤ has lots of fantasy of you, he’s infatuated then later on will be in love
ꕤ listens to partynextdoor, metro boomin, brent faiyaz, etc.
⋆。‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧。⋆
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wxnheart · 8 months
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
On today's episode of "My Simpin' Ass Friend Asks Horny Ass Questions", we're taking a thirsty ass look at boxer!Miguel thanks to a conversation that was had about what we now dub the Boxerverse. Because of reasons.
sequel/prequel
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Boxer!Miguel who floats like a butterfly but stings like a bee. He's good at keeping up the gruff and stoic demeanor in the ring. Outside, he's a giant armored teddy bear. Especially where you're concerned.
Boxer!Miguel who considers you his personal good luck charm. Since getting together with him, he's made you part of his pre-match ritual.
Said ritual is usually done away from prying eyes. Just you two, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, being in the moment, and doing some synchronized breathing exercises to release anxious energy. Especially yours. Kinda makes his heart flutter the way you fret over him before every match. A kiss on your forehead and he's off.
Boxer!Miguel who always gets that burst of energy every time he hears you cheering from the sidelines. He tried and failed to convince you to tone it down because you once cheered so loudly that you lost your voice after one match.
It's endearing the way you worry about him after every match, too. Yeah. Yeah, he's fine. The bruising will go away before you even know it.
Boxer!Miguel who loves your hand-care routine. Yeah, he takes care of his hands well enough but you take the extra step. An ice pack is all well and good but a nice hand massage with some oat, honey, and milk-scented body butter is absolutely excellent.
Boxer!Miguel who's amused because no matter how many times he's taught you, you still struggle with wrapping his hands. Yeah, you're cute when you furrow your brow in concentration.
Boxer!Miguel who'd train relentlessly if you didn't stop him. Well, he did train relentlessly (which really helped him to expend all that anxious energy) before you met him but he knows he's playing a losing game when you argue him down about taking a break. Sure thing, boss.
Boxer!Miguel who loves to feel the expanse of skin under his calloused knuckles as he affectionately runs them over your cheek. You were always awed by the power of his punches but he never ceased to amaze you with the gentleness of his touch. No wonder you loved his hands so damn much.
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kanimart · 11 months
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No. 1 MMA Fighter “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight”, that’s it.
check my insta for more
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harrysarchive · 2 months
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚em's masterlist˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
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masterlist key:
☾ angsty
ᡣ𐭩 fluff
ִ ࣪𖤐ִ smut
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Boxer!Harry
a fight for us ☾ᡣ𐭩
harry's fighting for respect for his girl
i'm okay baby ☾ᡣ𐭩
harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact
grovelling ᡣ𐭩
a silly little blurb
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TattooArtist!Harry
girls who drink espresso martinis ᡣ𐭩
where he's an asshole but she's pretty
be mine bee ᡣ𐭩
harry officially asks bee to be his.
Pleasing Pâtisserie ᡣ𐭩
a silly little story about the business name
happy birthday my moon ᡣ𐭩ִ ࣪𖤐
it's harry's birthday!
so you wanna marry me? ᡣ𐭩 ִ ࣪𖤐
harry's overworking himself for money to afford for the future.
no big deal ☾ᡣ𐭩
something so small can mean the world to the other person.
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Miscellaneous!harry
fratboy!harry x professor!reader
after class ࣪𖤐
fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.
Harry Styles
always come back to you ᡣ𐭩
harry finally comes back to her.
Dormmate!Harry
if only you knew, bunny ☾ᡣ𐭩
always can count on your dorm mate
just the two of us ᡣ𐭩࣪𖤐ִ
dorm mates becomes more
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iovesia · 1 month
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boxer!jw talking you through it... long hair sticking to his slightly wrinkled face as he puts you in a headlock and tugs your body closer to his own... knowing that he could actually hurt you with his strength if he wanted to.. his coarse voice saying something in russian you could barely understand, your mind only focusing on him thrusting in and out of you... sigh. you've got me thinking thoughts
i'm Actually drenched ☝️🤓 .. like RAAAAAA i love this old man so bad
literally having dirty, sweaty sex in the dingy lockers of his training center. the lights flickering along with the stench of sweat and cigarettes just lock you in a haze.
john's muscular arm is wrapped around your neck from behind, the sweat off his chest sticking to your back. you feel so squished between his toned body and the rusty lockers. his warm breath on your ear makes you shiver as he grunts things like "dirty fucking girl" (.. especially in russian? y'all this accent's sexy as fuck don't even try 😵‍💫).
your neck's almost painfully craned back, and your eyes catch glimpses of his face. the locks of damp black hair hanging over his forehead, and the small drop of blood on his lip from training .. i actually feel faint.
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lunarfleur · 8 months
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Official request: Boxer Bf!Miles with his partner (bf if you could) watching as Miles punches a bag or something and makes sure to keep Miles on a strict break schedule so he doesn’t get too tired from working out. Break times include kisses <3
Into The Ring ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales (Boxer au)
Summary: There was something about working off all your energy that calmed him. Any and all tension faded away, left only with who he was and his love for you.
Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @kombuuuu @hiyaitssans @ivys-graveyard
Warnings:Slight mention of fighting, mention of blood, slight nudity but not really (he’s shirtless)
A/N: Reader is also a boxer. I’m very glad I got this request. Also…3 pieces in one day?? Hello??
This is x male reader!
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You took a long swig of water, squeezing the bottle tightly. Sweat dripped down your skin. You watched the sight in front of you.
There was no one else around. Everyone else had already gone home for the night. But Miles? He was still going at it. He had been for an hour and a half.
The gym was how you met him, actually. When everyone else was tired and sweaty and getting ready to leave, he was always there. It was like he something to prove. Something kept him there for hours on end.
He used it as anger management. Miles had a lot to be angry about; his mother being overworked and not paid nearly enough, his father’s death, those jackass kids at school who think that, just because he seems tough, they can say whatever they want. It got to him. It really did.
It was a mesmerizing sight, though. The push and pull of his muscles, the was his smooth, bare skin glimmered under the light, the way his braids bounced as he moved. His mouth was parted slightly, dense and heavy breaths leaving with each punch. His ankles were taped. He was wearing his knee brace, too. Miles truly was beautiful.
You grabbed his shirt, which he had discarded the second people started to leave, and walked over. Your water bottle was still in your hand. Once you got close he stopped, taking out one Airpod to look at you. He panted and gasped.
You passed him the bottle. He took it quickly, taking a fast drink just to hand it back to you. You sighed. He never wanted to leave.
“Miles, honey, let’s go home.” You nodded at him.
“Couple more minutes, baby,” he replied, going back to the punching bag.
“Miles, if you don’t learn how to stop you’re gonna kill yourself.”
You tossed his shirt at his head. He brought his hand up, grabbing it. He stared at you. Miles knew you were right.
“‘Kay,” he sighed, slipping the shirt over his head.
“Don’t pout,” you groaned, grabbing him by the wrist to pull him closer to you. “You’re just gonna come back tomorrow.”
Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder after slipping off his gloves. He kissed your temple. You didn’t mind the sweat, really. Or the smell.
“Guapo, you know I’d be fine if I kept going.”
“But you wouldn’t stop until you couldn’t move. That’s the problem.” It made you sad, really. He was just like his mother in that sense, always taking more than he has to. But Miles smiled nonetheless, chuckling.
“Mi hombre, always lookin’ out for me, huh?”
“If I didn’t, who would?”
This made Miles laugh. It was rare for it to happen in such a way-loud and comfortable. There was something about working off all your energy that calmed him. Any and all tension faded away, left only with who he was and his love for you.
You both walked over to the bench, packing up your things. You told him how attractive he was when he was beating the shit out of the bag. He told you everything you make him feel when you say such things. You told him what you wanted to do when you got back to his place-shower, change, and fall asleep to a movie after eating. He told you he wanted to same.
You two boys were the last to leave the building, walking hand-in-hand out the door. The first things you saw was the setting sun.
You stared at Miles while you walked. His skin, despite the fact that his sweat had dried, shined against the light of the sky. His face was relaxed. He looked at peace. He looked happy, and very pretty.
“Whatchu lookin’ at, baby?” He asked, smirking.
“You,” you responded, smirking right along with him.
“Oh yeah? See something you like?” His smirk grew with his words.
He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, I do. You look so pretty like this.”
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elliesmainhoe · 1 year
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Motivation
Boxer!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
Summary: You have a day off work and go visit Ellie at training.
Contents: Fluff, kissing, use of 'baby, angel, doll, good girl and sugar', Ellie is handsy.
My Masterlist
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You woke up at ten, laid around untill eleven. And you found yourself extremely bored. You didn't like work. Because well, no one likes work.
You only tolerated it due to you having something to occupy your time with. Ironically, you were a physical therapist, you rehabilitated athletes who had injured themselves.
The pros of your job: you met interesting people, heard interesting stories and did your duty to put some good back into the world.
Cons however, was that you were overworked and you barely got to spend time with your girlfriend.
Ellie made enough money, that if you wanted, you could never work another day again. However you hated the idea of being dependant on someone so you chose to keep tirelessly working.
But regardless, you had a day free of any obligations and could do whatever you wanted for 24 blissful hours.
You finally dragged yourself out of bed, shuffling towards the large floor to ceiling window in yours and Ellie's shared penthouse apartment. You drew the material to one side, squinting as bright light flickers into the room.
You threw on a simple outfit, a cozy, cream coloured sweater, flared blue jeans and simple black converse. You rubbed in various serums and products into your skin until you deemed yourself presentable enough and walked downstairs.
You reached the large, modern open plan kitchen, grabbing various ingredients you knew Ellie would enjoy. A spiced aroma drifted throughout the large space as your meal slowly came together. You put it in an insulated lunch box to keep the food warm, put it in your bag and left yours and Ellie's home.
You arrived at the large gym at exactly 12:25, 5 minutes until Ellie's lunch break. You entered the large 3 story building the first floor was a basic public gym, weights, cardio and other various machines.
The second floor was filled with punching bags, and a large flighting ring stood in the floors centre. This floor was for novice to advanced training.
The third floor was private. Ellie rented the top floor, using it as a private studio. Only her people (coaches, spar partners, specialists) had access, well plus you of course.
Having ridden the elevator to the top, you entered a small foyer. A large blacked out door that was locked stood tall. You rustled through your bag fishing out the key card and swiping it against the pad. The red light switched to green with a beep and the doors slid open.
You looked at the familiar room, glancing around trying to locate your girlfriend. You spotted her holding a plank on the floor. Beads of sweat dripped down her flexed arms. Her hair was tied up out of her face, a few strands loose and dangling.
You slowly approached her, trying to be stealthy.
"Baby, I know your there." She says before looking up at you.
"Damn, caught red handed, huh?"
"uhuh." She agrees, "I know the rhythm of your footsteps doll, I am impossible to speak up on." She says breaking her plank.
"You do know that justs makes me want to sneak up on you more, right?" She doesn't reply, only smirking at you while she got up from the floor.
Ellie leans towards you and kisses your forehead. "What has caused you to grace me with your presence?" She quips, walking towards a bench and picking up a small towel and wiping down her forehead.
"I cooked you homemade lunch..." You reply, taking out the insulated lunch box, still warm to the touch.
"oh my sweet, selfless, angel" she cooes sarcastically. "Oh shut up" you roll your eyes. "Not completely selfless, I want some too."
She chuckles "yeah of course baby," she says "c'mere" she winks at you and pats next to her on the bench. You shuffle over, handing her the warm meal.
You two banter and laugh, sharing food and kissing.
"Wish you could be here all the time with me, doll." She mutters through a bite of pasta. "Y'know, you could just work for me, be my personal nurse and all that."
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it Ells."
"Yeah, course sugar. Can't just ask you to quit your job and expect you to immediately say yes." She hummed, finishing off her last bite of pasta.
She closed the lunchbox lid, grabbing your bag and slipping it back in. "Hey, wanna help me work out?"
"I don't know Ells, I don't really think I can help with that. Your workouts are... intense."
She laughs "Don't worry doll, you don't have to do anything, just need you for a bit of motivation"
"okayyy... What do you want me to do?"
"Right lay down on the floor" You send her a look and she laughs in return "just do it baby, yeah good girl, okay, yeah flat on the floor."
She slowly climbs on top of you her arms on either side of your head, palms facing the floor. She moves her self into a plank position again.
She begins to do a push up, halfway her face meets yours. She collides her lips with yours briefly, but she pushes back up before you could fully enjoy it.
"Now. that. is. rude" you laugh at her, words between kisses.
"count for me" she asks, you can only nod in reply
She continues to do this, over and over again, it's torture.
"100" you finally say. She pushes down again but this time her lips linger for longer, her tongue entwining with yours. Her hands behind to wander, grabbing and pinching at your skin under your sweater. You could feel her smile when you gasped at the feeling.
"Hey." She says, her voice low and gravely. "I think I can scrap training this afternoon... Let's go home" she whispers into your ear. You could only muster a nod in reply.
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My first proper request!!!! I genuinely have no idea if you get what I mean about the press up kisses. It's so difficult to explain it 😭.
PT 2
NOT PROOFREAD
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miguelswifey04 · 9 months
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boxer! miguel o’hara x doctor! reader (part 1)
summary: where you’re the new doctor at the boxing gym and you meet miguel o’hara, the famous and most strongest boxer. will you and him both explore the depths of your desires or keep it professional?
🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱
you were hired to be the new doctor of the UFC gym where the famous boxer, miguel o’hara, was part of. being a well known olympic-level doctor for the USA women’s gymnastics team the UFC immediately hired you on the spot since you wanted a chance of scenery. it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss the bonds and friendships you created with the women on the gymnastics team but you needed to do this. you needed to expand your horizons.
now after the first fight of the new season, miguel o’hara had become victorious but was definitely battered up. he was sent to you after his win to be fixed up but lo and behold he wasn’t expecting to see a pretty doctor like yourself to be the new doctor around here. his eyes widen for a moment as he sees you. “oh, you must be the new doctor..." he says with a weak smile. he was beaten up pretty bad and was furrowing his brows due to his exhaustion. you glanced at him and smiled sweetly, “yes! i am.” you fixed your doctor’s coat and went to put on gloves. miguel’s eyes wandered to your figure taking in your slim and muscular build. he was a little curious to see that you were athletic and in shape but he quickly looked away when you turned around to face him with that pretty smile of yours.
standing tall, his muscular form showcased his battle-worn physique. his brown skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, testament to the demanding match he had just endured.
tightly bandaged hands, speckled with patches of dried blood, were evidence of the brutal punches miguel had delivered. despite his injuries, the aura of authority clung to him, radiating an air of confidence and power.
he approached the doctor, his steps slightly unsteady from exhaustion. taking in the your slightly shorter stature, curvy yet athletic figure, his eyes roamed over every delicate curve with a mix of appreciation and desire. miguel’s gaze lingered on the doctor's mocha skin, drawn to its inviting warmth, contrasting with his own deep brown eyes.
“mmm, a new doctor, huh?" miguel’s voice was hoarse, a result of the intensive match. it carried a hint of a rugged charm, overshadowed by a layer of weariness. "you’ve got your work cut out for you, doc. gonna need some tender loving care after that fight."
the ache in his muscles made a massage seem tantalizingly appealing to him, but miguel wondered if the doctor's touch had the potential to ignite a different kind of fire within him. nevertheless, he needed to maintain his professional demeanor, at least for now.
“name’s miguel o'hara, but you can call me migs," he introduced himself, granting the doctor permission to address him as such. "so, doc, what do you think? can you patch me up and get me back in fighting shape?
you nodded your head as you patted down the bed where’d you needed him to sit on, “yes of course! nice to meet you, migs. my name is dr. y/n but you can just call me y/n.” you smiled sweetly as miguel followed your instructions and watch him situate himself on the bed. “likewise, doc.”
“this isn’t something i can’t do after all i have experience as i used to work with olympic gymnasts.” you carefully touched him.
he extended his bruised hand towards the doctor, seeking their touch. the injuries inflicted upon his hand during the fight throbbed gently, acting as a reminder of the intensity with which he fought. miguel’s eyes never left the doctor, his gaze filled with an intensity that could rival the fire burning within him.
“but let's put those skills to the test, doc," Miguel continued, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his lips. "my hands might be a little roughed up, but i’m sure you can work some magic and bring them back to life."
he leaned forward, his toned body shifting slightly as he closed the distance between them. the scent of sweat and adrenaline clung to his skin, mingling with the subtle allure of his natural musk. the enticing combination teased the air between them, heightening the small space that separated their bodies.
“as an olympic-level doctor, you're not afraid of a little challenge, are you?" miguel’s voice dropped to a low and seductive tone, his eyes glinting with a mixture of playful challenge and raw desire. "because I could use a little TLC, doc, especially from someone as skilled as you. think you can handle it?"
miguel obediently took a seat on the bed, his body relaxing under the doctor's gentle guidance. the softness in your voice soothed him, creating an atmosphere of trust and comfort. though he was used to handling situations with authority and dominance, in this moment, he allowed himself to surrender control and place his well-being in the doctor's capable hands.
his dark brown eyes followed the doctor's every move, studying your grace and precision as you prepared to tend to his battered hands. miguel’s hands were strong and calloused from years of training and fighting, a visual representation of the skill and power he possessed in the ring.
as your nimble fingers began to unwrap the bandages, miguel’s senses were immediately heightened. the gentle touch against his skin sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through his body. he fought the urge to lean even closer, wanting to immerse himself in the doctor's touch, in their essence.
“you’ve got quite the touch, doc," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "feels like you know just how much pressure to apply, how to bring out the healing without sacrificing sensuality."
his gaze never wavered, their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. miguel’s fingers twitched involuntarily, as if craving the doctor's touch, wishing to trace the contours of your body, to imprint the sensations on his fingertips.
he leaned back slightly, exposing more of his hands to your tender ministrations. as individual strands of bandage fell away, his injuries were laid bare for inspection. bruises and cuts painted a vivid picture of the relentless battle he had endured.
miguel indulged in the anticipation, wondering how the you would heal him, wondering if your touch would ignite a new fire within him, a different kind of intensity. he relished the moment, knowing that in the your hands, his body would be both vulnerable and safe.
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a/n: i need to stop with these AU’s 💆🏽‍♀️
this is definitely going to be in parts <3
tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner @dracuilina
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thejujvtsupost · 1 month
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My Baby Looks Good On You
I'll be honest I don't know why this came out this way, but it just felt right to throw in some hints of boxer!Toji for funsies. I've seen people do this trope in different ways for Toji and other jjk characters but l personally have never written Toji like this before but I kinda like it! Edit: I like it enough and the poll showed interest so now it’s a series: My Blood Looks Good On You.
Notes: F!reader, boxer!Toji, light age gap - Toji is early 30's and reader is mid 20's, reader works as a nurse, unplanned pregnancy reveal, Toji is a smidge ooc, just a little Drabble to start us off but future chapters will be longer. <3
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Toji’s reaction shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did. You were a little ashamed you doubted him at all.
Toji has always been obsessed with you, from day one he was determined to make you his- and when he finally did get you to go out with him he showed his soft side to you. Seeing the vulnerability of such a strong man that was cold to everyone but you was intimate on a deeper level and the show of trust- proof he was trying, was enough to lock you down for good.
Months and months later that didn't change. He was still soft with you, obsessed with you. He hated going to the gym for long hours- or you going to work because you'd be apart. He couldn't protect you from the world if he wasn't by your side.
So the day he came home to you crying on the couch, his panic was immediate, only for you to tell him the best news he's ever heard through your sobs.
His eyes went wide. You were pregnant with his baby. His baby.
"I want to keep them but I understand if you would rather I leave... it's so much commitment and you're at the height of your career and you have so much going on-" your rambling was getting you worked up again. You were a nurse, it’d be incredibly difficult to raise a child on that income alone but you’d find a way…
He was a little shocked but didn't take offense, obviously you were feeling unsure and scared.
"Oh baby, no. You and our baby aren't going anywhere, I don't give a fuck about my career. My baby's carrying our baby. And you know l've been all in for you, nothing changes that. I’m happy, baby. I’m so happy and I want you to be happy with me. It’s okay to be scared, but you can be happy too." He pulled you into his lap to straddle him so he could hug you tight. You needed the comfort and reassurance.
You were calming down and taking deep breaths, “Are you sure? It’s so unexpected.”
“We haven’t been the most careful, is it really a surprise?” He looked at you with a smirk.
You blushed, “oh my god shut up.” He only laughed at your reaction. “You really are happy?”
“I’m beyond happy. We’re gonna be a little family now.”
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corvennite · 4 months
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boxer!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader
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cw: fingering, overstimulation & phone call during it.
sinopse: you're the little miss perfect abby loves to ruin.
📍 well this is my very first smut and post here on tumblr, mind you, english is not my first language so it might have some grammatical mistakes.
New places were always motive of anxiety and stress to a lot of people, not knowing how to talk to people or exaclty how they should behave or what to do. Not for you, never for you. Being the daughter of one of the most important families around the city, it was hard to be anything but perfect. Hair always in place, clothes well put and done, smile never leaving the lips over taken care off, skin smooth and flawless. A doll.
It was exactly what Abby liked to call you: doll, dolly, sweetheart... All those fancy and endearing names that felt like heaven slipping of her tongue. She was an underground fighter around college, by the morning a normal student and at night, a total mess inside the righ. Most people were scared of her. This was even better since you both had a secret relationship, no one could know the perfect cheerleader girl from medical school enjoyed such dangerous girls, right? No one could find any 'flaw' related to little miss perfect of the town, the most precious gem with the ultimate bright smile and mind. But you never thought about it when spread out on her sheets, fingers digging into the skin of your waist, pulling the white cotton shirt you wore up revealing a bit too much of a laced pink bra around those breasts. Her mouth was latched onto yours, crashing tongue and teeth like no one else ever did, your legs rising up to rest the inner thigh on her hip, her free hand going down to the hem lifting it up, feeling you up.
"you're so fuckin' soft..." she whispered, breath hot descending to your neck.
Her teeth teased the thin skin on your neck, biting and giving it a hickey under the ear. Tongue flickering around just to tease and pressing good enough to suck the skin back to her mouth with the help of her lips.
"abby! not there, someone will—" you whined complaining.
It was easy to shut you off, the hand on your thighs went higher touching the mound in between your legs thru the sofr panties, she smiled, looking at your flushed and embarrassed face. So shameless. Her eyes narrowed, tilting her head to the side she asked:
"sorry, what were you saying?" her voice was low and raspy.
You groaned frustrated, looking away from her and getting a small giggle from the blondie with her hand in between her legs. She toyed you with her fingers, caressing the covered entrance feeling it all wet already which made her click her tongue. Smiling, Abby dived in your skin once more, breathing the familiar scent one of your fancy perfumes she didn't mind much knowing about, what was between your legs was more important.
"you're so sensitive, I've barely touched you." it was a bit of a mockery, smiling while brushing her nose down in between your covered breasts. "take it off for me, pretty girl."
You did as she said, because who wouldn't? Moving your fingers to the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, exposing the delicate torso with that lingerie — which was one of her favorites, all to Abby. She smiled against your skin, teeth going towards the front opening of the bra and quickly undoing it. She had done it timeless before, with you or any other girl she had laid down on that same bed.
"fuck me, you're gorgeous." she said while moving her lips kissing your skin.
Those kisses were heated, biting and leaving some small marks until she reached the right breast and breathed around the nipple. Taking into her mouth she could hear a soft gasp escaping your lips, the fingers in between your legs didn't go to waste. Moving her thumb up your covered clit, she pressed only enough for you to arch that pretty back, keeping her index and ring ones teasing the entrance and playing with the covered folds. Abby was enjoying it, the way you squirmed, how you kept your teeth biting those perfect lips and sometimes bruising, oh no, you couldn't do that, could you?
Her tongue flickered around the nipple inside the mouth, sometimes teasing with her teeth and leaving it alone giving a hard suck that ended with a 'pop' sound, as soon as she left your breast. The free hand went to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your lower lip and pressing both, she made sure to lift your head a bit up as she kept assaulting the covered slick with her fingers.
"you seem so needy, what's the problem, hm?" she asked, leaning down and kissing your jaw, down to your neck and getting up again. "c'mon don't bite those lips, it's my job..."
She leaned down, biting your lower lip and pulling your mouth to a heated kiss once again. Slipping her tongue thru yours and feeling the hard muscles against hers, your lips were good enough to kiss, to the point sometimes she even left them swollen. Abby pulled back, shaking your face a bit while holding your jaw with her thick fingers. Her fingers pulled the panties to the side, eyes looking down at the mess you were in between those legs she loved so much, a low whistle was heard from her lips.
"greedy, aren't you?" more tease, index finger caressing the entrance, forcing only a little bit of it.
"damn Abby, give it to me already." you complained, voice whiny and melodic by the moans.
She laughed off your impatient, when she was about to fuck her finger inside your phone rang. Looking at it she grabbed before you could, staring the contact she smiled softly and gave it to you.
"mommy's calling, better answer." she handed the phone to you, not backing up or anything, just staying there.
"don't do anything funny." you said firmly, taking the phone from her hand. "hi mom..."
The moment you answered Abby saw the perfect opportunity to give what you wanted, she saw how your voice tone changed talking to your dear mom, how sweeter you sounded right now so she decided to keep playing with you. Her finger got inside without warning, she saw the way your eyes widened, hand gripping the pillow tight as you almost left a gasp from your mouth. She smiled, muttering for you to keep talking to her.
"mhm, the rehearsal? ah— well I—" you tried to focus, voice trying to not string as Abby curled her finger inside, moving in and out as her thumb caressed your clit once more, applying a light pressure. "I will go... I will."
She could see how you were trying to keep up, to hold the sensations it had been to longue since felt. Her eyes narrowed as your reactions grew bolder, she heard your mom complain about her being late over some stupid cheerleader thing.
"Sorry mom I just— agh!" your hand went straight to your mouth, breath going heavier as you felt another finger inside. "yeah, I'm fine! I'm at... I'm at Dina's house! I'll go, promise."
The way you lied about being at Dina's house it was fun to Abby, she knew your little friend could cover it up what happened but never know where you really was. Abby teased more, moving her fingers in and out sweetly and carefully, thumb moving thru your aching clit as she rolled in circle movements. You were so wet, she started to move it faster, making it gush around and your legs aquirm.
"I need to go mum— to not be late, 'haha, bye!" you said rushed, trying to turn off the call when you were so damn close... Abby stopped.
She removed her fingers from you, licking them with her tongue and biting her lower thick lip. Getting off the bed where she was knelt assaulting your cunt, her hand went to the floor to pick up your shirt as she threw over your body and headed to the door.
"get dressed up, I'll take you to the rehearsal."
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takaminevaeh · 7 months
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dom!boxer baku x sub!fem reader
cw// slight subdrop, aftercare
As promised… part two~
“Come on, baby… it’s been an hour… we gotta get you clean…”
I whimper, burying my face in his neck as I shake my head.
“I’m sorry… but I’m taking you to the bath.”
I struggle for a moment before relaxing in his arms again, allowing him to take me into the bathroom.
I noticed the bath was already drawn, the bathroom dimly lit.
The scent of vanilla wafted through the air as he walked me to the tub, settling us both in.
My back was pressed against his chest, watching as his hand grabbed a soft sponge, plunging it into the water to absorb the soapy suds.
He washes my body gently, kissing my face over and over as he whispers praises into my ears.
“You did so well for me, precious… so beautiful…” He continues cleaning me, grabbing an empty cup and filling it, covering my eyes as he pours the water on my head.
He shampoos my hair with gentle fingers, massaging my scalp delicately, yet firm.
He rinses the suds out and then massages the conditioner through the strands of my hair, grabbing a brush and brushing my hair section by section.
He rinses the conditioner out and presses me against him once more, sighing as he wraps his arms around my waist.
“I’m so proud of you, hun…”
I close my eyes as we sit there together, allowing the warm water and his embrace to lull me into a brief slumber.
Very brief.
I woke up on the velvet chair in the corner of our room, watching with tired eyes as he changed out the sheets for clean ones.
“M’sorry for making a mess…” A deep chuckle comes from his chest as he shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it…” He finishes and tosses the dirty sheets into the basket close to the door, standing up straight as he turns to me, his hands on his hips.
“Now… do you want your pajamas or one of my t-shirts?”
“… Shirt, please.” He nods and moves towards the dresser, taking out one of his shirts and moving towards me.
“C’mon, arms up.” I do as he says, allowing him to slip the shirt on.
He takes the opportunity to scoop me into his arms, moving me onto the bed.
“Do you need me to massage you anywhere..?” I shake my head.
“No… m’okay…” He nods and holds me close to him, kissing my temple as he runs his fingers over my arm.
“… Do you feel better now?” I ask him softly.
He sighs and throws his head back, moving his arm so the back of his hand is resting against his forehead.
“Yeah… I’m good. He just… he gets me so angry…”
“… I know.” He looks at me and sighs, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“… You know I love you, right?” I nod gently.
“Good. Because it’s true. I love you so much and… and I know I don’t say it as often as I should.” I laugh softly.
“I know you do… don’t worry. I love you too… so much…” He pulls me into a soft kiss, more intimate than anything as his hands travel to the back of my head, keeping me pressed against him.
He pulls away with a soft smile on his face, kissing my nose softly before pressing his forehead against mine.
“Time for you to go back to bed. Wanna take you shopping tomorrow.”
“… Can we go to the bookstore?”
He chuckles.
“Yeah… yeah we can, baby.”
Hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
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wxnheart · 8 months
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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the unexpected part two to this; inspired by this wonderfully sensual gifset.
Boxer!Miguel who always managed to keep his feelings in check despite the obvious tension between you two. It was nothing to run himself ragged by training if it meant focusing on something else other than how soft your skin looked or how kissable your lips were.
Boxer!Miguel whose momentum is always lost when he's around you. Under different circumstances, he'd be pissed that his routine is thrown off but with you, shit... with you...
Boxer!Miguel who has to inwardly groan every time you touch him. It's innocent, so, so innocent the way you think you're helping him but the way his mind is going, it could be so much more. Your hands feel good massaging the tense muscles in his shoulders. If only he could feel the warmth of your body pressed against him. If only he know how much you wanted to feel his warmth, too...
Boxer!Miguel who grows tired of the awkward silences, the stilted touches, and your longing glances. He makes a promise to himself that he'll tell you how he feels. He also promised that he'd tell you about 15 times before this, too, so what was different now?
Boxer!Miguel who trained his ass off for this particular bout and you've been his loudest fan and biggest supporter the entire time. It's the final moments before showtime and you're giving him words of encouragement. Well, you were giving him words of encouragement before your hormones got the best of you and you planted a big one right on his cheek. For, um... for good luck. Yeah... good luck.
Boxer!Miguel who loses momentum yet again. You two just stare at each other in stunned silence before you make a hasty retreat. Or, er, as hasty as it could possibly be. You ignore his stare burning holes in your retreating form. And poor Miguel, facepalming (as much as he could with these fucking gloves on), inwardly groaning, and just his damn luck. Your lips felt as kissable as they looked.
Boxer!Miguel who manages to just barely win and when he closes his eyes, feels the rush of victory and adrenaline, amidst the cacophony of cheers, he hears it, your voice, louder than ever and yeah, he's gonna tell you tonight.
And sweatiness be damned, after the majority of the hoopla has died down you practically jump into his arms in a rush of excitement. It's the best damn clinch Miguel's ever been in.
Boxer!Miguel who, after finally getting cleaned up, corners you to finish what you started. Intense doesn't even begin to describe the way he's staring at you. Thought it was funny to throw him off the way you've been doing, huh?
Boxer!Miguel who settles the score and takes you by surprise; words can't express the feeling and he isn't even sure it'll hold the same weight his kiss does. And he's right. He's been right the entire damn time. Your skin is as soft as it looked.
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