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Fighter names

I am currently working on a redacted ASMR/audio boxer au and I wanted to share what I have so far for the character's fighter names.

These are the names I have so far. If it is blank it is because I'm not sure yet and will gladly take suggestions.

Gabrial Shaw- The Alpha: In this au gabe was a renowned fighter who used the title 'the alpha' but after his death, they use his full name in a sense of respect

David Shaw- The wolf: David wanted to honor his father's name, but didn't want to take his father's old name. partly cause it seemed rude and because he wasn't sure he could live up to such a name

Asher- The Hyena: I wanted the three main wolf boys to share a dog aspect to their names, to connect back to being werewolves. I choose Hyena because of the laugh, in this AU, I like to think Asher in the ring is a chaotic mastermind, who obnoxiously taunts his opponent, similar to a Hyena

Milo Greer- The Dhole: I like this match for many reasons, The Dhole dog is on the smaller size. but they are also smart and adaptive pack animals. I also like the irony of the name which is pronounced almost like dull. To me out of these three boys, Milo's appearance and fighting style seem to be the most dull to his opponents and Milo loves to play on that and prove them wrong. I am also headcannoning that Milo has red hair... at least for this AU.

Darlin: Darlin has multiple names in this au. With Quinn, they are called scraps when in the ring. but when with David and his gym they are Tank.

Sweetheart: one of my favs. Sweetheart remains with the name Sweetheart thanks to the fact that they fight with a heart-shaped ring, leaving their opponents with heart indents

Sam-

vincent-( my first thought is Prince but I'm not sure.)

Quinn- The Viper: I wanted something that went with the vampire thing but didn't want it to be to obvious. So viper, cause quinn is a snake and snakes have fangs. And because the song "Pit of vipers" by Simon Curtis made me think of quinn (and darlin) - Dec 7th 2023

bright eyes-

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Cutie-The Seer: I know Cutie isn't a Seer in the actual story, but it makes sense for this. When Cutie was a fighter, they were very good at calculating their opponents' moves. They were honestly just very analytical , studied, and found every pattern that existed in their opponents. So people assumed that they could see the future and they got the neam the Seer. Cutie was world renowned because they were super good and loved to travel/ jump from place to place. Till they me geordi and basically quit fighting. Cutie then became a journalist, mostly for sports. It works well because they've gotten really good at reading a person before even meeting them. Geordi is their editor. The two travel the world and write about sports(geordi writes about sceneries and hospitality of where they stay) Oct-25-2023

I feel special >w<

Your sun in your boxer au

He's pretty very pretty

I would smooch him

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Hes a clumsy little loser boy<3 A pretty and very cute one<3

I support your wish>_<

POOTIS ENGAGE BOXER

DA SAMURAI BOXER JAX

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Boxer Pomni only looks very stern but is super cute! 🥹❤️

Design/AU belongs to the lovely @burrotello

Have I mentioned, that I like Ragatha? 🫣❤️

The Boxer AU is a perfect excuse to draw her as a beautiful, muscly, fit Athlete

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so...um surprise fic coming out this week, i got too much inspiration from vernon's black eye...boxer au.

the preview!!

Black Eye

Pairing: Boxer!Chwe Vernon x Female Reader

Preview: “You didn’t have to scare me like that though.” Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldn’t move. “Eh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.  

“Don’t pout on me baby, you know I love you.” He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” 

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Slice of Life (kinda), Boxer AU, Non-Idol AU, fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Violence, smut, cleaning wounds, cursing/mature language, pet names (baby, etc), manhandling (non-sexual), they spar at one point, the boxing vernon does is illegal, angst, fluff, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: slight dub-con (its consensual, reader is just unsure at first bc vernon is hurt), riding, body worship (f and m receiving), spitting, slight oral sex (f receiving), slight humiliation, thigh slapping (once), barely any foreplay, aftercare

a/n- little surprise fic to celebrate vernon's solo single, the boxing talk is probably wrong but oh well lmfao, sorry if it’s rushed i kinda lost motivation halfway through but hopefully it isn’t too bad

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With every punch thrown his way, you squinted your eyes to minimize your view and winced. You hated seeing him get hurt and you weren't the biggest fan of watching him hurt others, but nonetheless you still supported him. Even though you didn't agree with his choices you still loved him, more than you should. 

It didn’t even matter if his opponent missed or not, once you saw the swing you couldn’t bear to see the outcome. You tensed whenever you saw Vernon’s opponent’s swing land on your boyfriend’s face or torso. A bruise on the face was a constant reminder that he was hurt because you could see it and you knew that a bruise around the ribcage was the most painful for him.

The match was the closest one Vernon has had in a while, you kept gnawing at your nails and thankfully you were sitting because you were sure that your knees would’ve failed you by now. The men beside you were betting on who would win, one was rooting for your boyfriend while the other one would scream in victory when he was hit. You hated when the people in the crowd would bet on Vernon, it didn’t matter if it was against him or for him, but it made him seem like a zoo animal, even more so since he was fighting in a cage.

Not understanding why he wouldn’t join some boxing club to fight instead of the illegal underground cage fighting he would do. Vernon just claimed that the money was better.

Your mind was pulled away from your worries and was forced to focus on the scene in front of you when the man rooting for Vernon started cheering. “He won! Man, fuck you! I told you I was right; you owe me two-hundred fucking dollars!” Vernon won! The worry of him being knocked unconscious was laid to rest when your eyes focused on him limping out of the cage.

Getting up from your seat as quick as possible, you pushed your way through the people starting you shove their own way out. Vernon lifted his head to search for you and when you made eye contact, he tilted his head in direction to the bathroom. That’s where you two would normally meet after the match, so Vernon could catch his breath and you both could wait out the chaos that was created when everyone was trying to leave the small building at the same time.

You kept an eye on him as people pushed past him, he stayed close to the wall while you were trying to fight your way to him, feeling people step on your feet as well as elbow your ribs.

Getting tired of people keeping you from Vernon, you started pushing back and that got you to where you needed to be, with him. You could see the blood dripping from a cut on his forehead down his face. He winced every time someone touched him, and your heart ached, but you knew he loved the sport.

More and more people started to clear out and exit the building and soon you weren’t forced to put up a fight to get to Vernon. With him limping you were able to catch up quickly. “Vernon, oh my god, let’s get you cleaned up.” Trying to get Vernon into the bathroom ended up being more difficult than you thought because that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Starting his sentence with a groan, he threw his head onto your shoulder, and you allowed him to slump most of his weight onto you. “No, I just wanna go home. Take me home, please.” The whine in his voice caused you to comply and help him turn around, heading to the exit.

The walk to the car was a pain, Vernon limping and whining, but the worse part was when people would come up to him and congratulate him on the fight and he’d have to put up a fake smile.

But alas, the two of you made it to the car and with the cool air blowing on Vernon while he was relaxed, he started to feel like himself again. “I haven’t had a fight that challenging in a while, I thought he was gonna put me on my ass there for a second.” Vernon spoke up after inhaling one of the bottles of water you brought for him, struggling to get his sentence out between the gasps for air. He obviously couldn’t feel the somewhat negative energy that was radiating off your body because all he was focused on was basking in his win, flipping through the large stack of cash that consisted of his reward money but also all the money that was made by people betting against him. He didn’t mind people betting against him, as long as he came out on top.

“Why are you so quiet babe? Did something happen?” Finally, he finally noticed you, or maybe it was just because you hadn’t congratulated him yet. “You know how I feel about this. I’m not happy about tonight.” The quiet scoff that left his lips could still be heard over the radio that helped fill the otherwise silent car. “I still won; I don’t know what’s the big deal.”

Shaking your head, already tired of the conversation that had just started. The conversation is the exact same whenever Vernon has a tough fight, it’s been a while since then, but it wasn’t something you’d like to relive.

“That isn’t the point Hansol. You’re hurt, the last time you had a fight this hard you ended up in the hospital with a concussion, one that wasn’t just mild. That wasn’t fun for you or me.” He just rolled his eyes, annoyed that you used his formal name and that you were scolding him. You only used his formal name to make a point or to show your frustration. It was your way of showing him that you were serious.

The car ride returned to its silent atmosphere, this time with annoyed auras coming from both sides. Even with the mutual cold shoulders, you went on with your night as always, just without the talking, you helped Vernon out of the car and up the stairs of the apartment building. He leaned against the wall as you dug through your bag for your keys to open the door. You helped him hobble to the bathroom where he sat on the closed toilet lid while you found the first aid kit.

Just because there was thick tension in the air, it didn’t stop Vernon from following the routine, all of it. His eyes and hands wandered, his hands falling to the back of your thighs, right under your ass and his eyes would switch between staring at your lips and tits. His mind was already off the argument, but you couldn’t say the same about yours.

"You know I hate seeing you hurt, I don't get why you won't stop, Vernon." His lip curled up; you weren't sure if it was his attempt of a sexy smile or the effect of dabbing an alcohol wipe on his cut lip had on him. You voiced your concern either way but got your answer of what the curled lip meant when his arms wrapped around you and his hands fell upon your ass. 

"The money is great, it's a good workout, and I've got my own sexy nurse waiting for me so she can kiss my wounds away." He winked the eye that wasn't swollen shut and squeezed your ass. Slapping his bicep didn't cause him to stop his antics, instead he flexed the muscle and pulled you closer to him. 

Vernon kept you close while you finished nursing his beautiful but bruised face. The after-fight routine continued with you starting the shower for him. Showers were for the night right after the fight where he could let any of the blood from his torso wash off and he could have the warm running water soothe his back. Baths were the saved for the morning after the fights so his sore body could soak.

You left the bathroom, allowing him to shower in peace, but not without turning down his pleads for you to get in with him. He insisted that he wasn’t hurt which caused you to laugh and remind him that you had to help him walk to the shower. Vernon gave up and just asked you to set out a shirt and a pair of sweats for him so he wouldn’t have to limp around the room with his dick swinging. Laughing again you nodded and set the clothes on the vanity.

Keeping yourself busy while Vernon was showering was easy, you felt like you always had something you needed to do. Whether it was something around the apartment or it was something for school, and you couldn’t ever forget about the job you were drowning in since your coworkers always threw their own work onto the massive pile of your own that needed to be completed. Vernon knew about your never-ending stress, and he wasn’t one to add onto it, unless it was before, during, or after a fight. Watching Vernon in the fighting cage was always a way to get your mind off of the other things stressing you out, but not in a good way. Seeing Vernon get hurt was more stressful than anything else combined. He knew that so whenever he wasn’t in the ring, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, causing you to love him, more than you should.

Sitting on the couch with your laptop on your lap, you got two larger assignments done for one of your classes before you heard the shower turn off. Hearing Vernon grunt his way back to the bedroom, you finished what you were working on so you could go tend to him.

“C’mere, give me a kiss baby, please?” You were walking back into your shared bedroom where you saw Vernon sitting on your bed with his back to the bedpost. Playfully rolling your eyes, you walked over to where Vernon was perched.

"C'mon baby, just one kiss, a reward for winning the match." You know his tricks all too well. "It starts with just one kiss and then it escalates." He shot you a lazy smile, his eyes already glossy from being tired. 

He hummed before he spoke, "Don't give me that look, you let it escalate, you end up begging for me at one point." You huffed as heat flooded your face. "Hansol. You're hurt, we aren't going to have sex."

"I didn't ask you to have sex, I asked you for a kiss. But if getting fucked is what's on your mind, I'm more than happy to help you."

Disbelief is what you were in, you couldn't believe the man in front of you. Especially since he kept going. "Are you wet? I bet you were drenched for me after the fight too, breathing heaving with sweat dripping off me. You were trying not to jump my bones, huh?" 

He laughed. He laughed at you when the eye contact became too much, and you had to look away. He was right, and he knew he was right too.

"Do you want my cock baby?" You didn't trust yourself to speak, so you nodded, and his ego boosted even more but when you looked up and saw his bruising rib cage, you snapped out of the horny daze you were put under by him.

"No, Vernon. You're injured, and I don't want you to get hurt even worse." You started to walk away until he spoke up again, "I could just sit here and let you do all the work. I know you like being on top. It'll help me get better quicker." 

"You promise you'll tell me if you feel any pain?" You stepped closer to him and waited for his response before you made any major moves. “Of course I will, now come here, please.”

Still a bit hesitant, you finished walking to him and before you could do anything else, the lust you had for your boyfriend took everything else. You pressed your lips to his and allowed him to grab your hips to pull you up and over his lap, making you straddle him. Disconnecting your lips just long enough to remove Vernon’s shirt, you smiled at him. You loved the way he looked at you, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the universe, like you were something rare, something that needed to be taken care of and cherished. While it took your breath away, you took Vernon’s away. Every time he looked at you, he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have you. You always supported him even if you didn’t agree with it, and you stayed with him, after all the matches, the hospital visits, lying to the doctors about what happened, you stayed. Vernon loved you. He worshiped you.

He was pulled out of the daze he created when he felt you kissing his torso. He looked down and saw you place your lips on each and every bruise that littered his skin. When you came back up to his level, you hugged him. He was a bit taken back by it but understood why when you whispered in his ear. “I hate that you let this happen to you Vernon.”

Not knowing what to say to you, he just apologized and kissed you, trying to kiss away the pain he had caused you. “I love you, so much.” You helped the other remove their clothes, running hands gently over skin once it was revealed.

You were hyper aware of the bruises and wounds that were scattered along him, making sure to not put too much pressure on any of them. When you raised your hips to sink down on his cock, you didn’t bounce like Vernon normally preferred, instead you rolled your hips, knowing that it would be easier on his sore muscles.

Groans filled the room as Vernon filled you, both of you throwing you heads back at the feeling. Vernon’s breath got caught in his throat, causing him to let out a choked noise. As soon as his cock was wrapped in your warm, tight walls, he could feel his mind go blank.

The pace you and Vernon silently agreed on was lazy and soft, not the rough, fast pace the two of you were used to. It was nice though, it felt like how “making love” was supposed to be like. “You feel so good Vernon.” You let your head fall to Vernon’s shoulder, your chests flushed together, and you could feel the other’s breath fan across your skin.

Vernon smiled, liking the feeling of your skin on his, the chilled temperature of yours against the feverishness of his. He turned his head so he could look at you, and the sight he was blessed upon made his cock throb inside of you. Your eyes were shut, not too tightly since you were relaxed, and your mouth was parted slightly. Little huffs of air escaping as you rolled your hips.

He then looked down, gazing at the way your hips slowly roll into his, seeing how your naval would be against his lower abdomen and would fall back to just return to that spot. Vernon watched your hips quicken their pace, chasing the high that you were creating for both of you. Your walls constricted around his dick, helping him get closer to his edge as well.

After letting you control everything for the entire time, as Vernon was about to cum, he needed you to speed up. He grabbed your hips and started rolling them into his, even lifting you off of him just to slam you back down. The noises leaving you both filled the room and soon your toes were curling, and you were cumming onto his dick. His release followed yours and he filled you, watching some leak out of you and down his cock.

The stressfulness of the day and what you just did was catching up with you and Vernon, both of you quickly using the bathroom and wiping up the sweat and cum so you could fall asleep and start the new day. Vernon held you close to him for the entire night, whispering his apologies for upsetting you earlier that night, and saying he’ll make it up to you, some way, sometime soon.

After the talk you and Vernon had that night, he pulled himself from all matches that were in the near future. Listening to your concerns and allowing his body to fully heal before he caused any more harm to it. He waited for the wounds to seal and the bruises to fade until he started training again, not wanting to hurt himself anymore, for your sake.

Vernon had been back to working out and training for about a week, after watching your reactions to his once black and blue skin turn its natural color again. When you didn’t wince when you saw his abdomen, he figured it was safe again.

The procrastination hit and the motivation you had to complete schoolwork had disappeared and you decided that whatever Vernon was doing was much more interesting. Walking into gym you saw Vernon who had his back to you. Seeing him train reminded you of something you had been thinking about for a while now.

You had been hesitant to ask him but watching him throw right and left hooks at the punching bag, you figured now would be a good time. "Vern?" You wait for him to acknowledge you before you begun again but instead of just asking you what, he stopped completely.

"What's up? Is everything okay?" He could sense your nervousness when he turned around. You laughed at yourself from thinking you should be nervous around him. "I was just- uh wondering if you could teach me how to box." 

Vernon had been waiting for the day that would ask him to teach you a few moves. He wanted to spend time with you, while doing something he enjoyed, he wanted to share this aspect of his life with you, without you getting hurt. Also, you learning a few techniques wouldn’t be a waste of time, just in case something were to happen to you and Vernon wasn’t around, he wanted to be sure that you would be okay.

To start off with Vernon showed you how to wrap your wrists and hands before putting on the gloves, he also explained why wrapping your hands was necessary. He taught you how to actually punch and a good way to dodge other punches, before he threw you on the mats, asking you to spar. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you and wouldn’t let you hurt him, so you agreed.

All was going well until your glove hit the left side of his face, he made a pained noise and hit the floor. “Oh my god! Vernon, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” You gasped and fell to your knees, joining him on the mat. Moving his gloves from covering his face, you assessed the damage, only to see none. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Vernon’s act broke, he started laughing and it got worse when you started yelling at him.

“Are you fucking serious right now? I thought you were hurt, you asshole!” When Vernon started sitting up and reaching for you, you just pushed him back to the ground and tried to get up. His hand grabbed yours before you could get far and he pulled you to the ground with him, causing you to fall and land on top of his chest.

Vernon ignored your yells and squirms, keeping his arms wrapped around you tight until he was able to roll over, so you were under him. Sliding his hands down to your wrists, he brought both up above your head and held them both in one hand, pinning you under him. “Will you quit yelling? I know you like it when I manhandle you so give me a break. I was just gonna tell you what went wrong in that spar.”

“You didn’t have to scare me like that though.” Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldn’t move. “Eh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.

“Don’t pout on me baby, you know I love you.” He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

You tried to turn your head to the side, but Vernon made that nearly impossible when he finally latched his lips to yours. Instead of fighting with him like you originally planned, you felt your once tense muscles relax and melt on the exercise mat below you. You shifted your hips, attempting to flip you and him over so you’d be on top, but Vernon caught it and let his body lay against yours, no longer holding himself up.

After the squeak you let out once the weight was out on you, the only thing heard throughout the home gym was your heavy breathing, your eyes zeroed in on Vernon’s face, everything else had gone blurry. The man above you smiled, sensing your nervousness. He knew you, whenever you were turned on, you would get incredibly nervous. You knew that he knew you, and that made you feel transparent, like Vernon could read your mind. Suddenly your throat felt dry, trying to swallow to regain moisture. “What’s the matter? Tell me what you need.”

At some point Vernon had released your wrists, giving you all control of them again. In the spur of the moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brough his face closer to yours, initiating the kiss. Even though you were the one who started the kiss, Vernon had no problem reciprocating it, him also escalating it, of course.

“Vernon~” You whined against his lips, rolling your hips up to try and feel any kind of friction. “So fucking needy, aren’t you? Wanted me to teach you how to box and now you’re humping me?” Well now that Vernon replayed the events exactly for you, you felt embarrassed.  

You don’t want the teasing, he was right, you were needy, and you needed him to fuck you. “Hm, yeah, need you cock, please Vern.” You babbled, already lost in the sense of him. His smell, the way he felt under your fingertips, the sight of him above you. You needed him.

“Haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already dripping through your pants, unbelievable.” His sight was focused on your clothed cunt, watching the wet spot grow with every word that fell out of his mouth. Vernon cursed to himself and set his weight on his knees so his upper body could be straight. He felt down your body until his hands landed to your hips, where the hem of your leggings were. Without saying anything he ripped your leggings and panties down your legs all at once and moved your legs apart from each other.  

He moved down the mat until his face was inches from your bare pussy, he laid his body flat to the mat and took your legs and threw them over his shoulders. You’d never turn down getting head from him but what you wanted was his dick in you. “Want you-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt Vernon drag his tongue through your slit and you could hear the deep inhale that he let in through his nose, smelling your arousal. He never asked you to repeat what you were going to say, instead he played with your clit until you were begging him to not stop. Wrapping his lips around the hidden nub, he sucked harshly until your moans raised in volume. But he pulled away far too soon.

“Wha-” you picked your head up from it being against the mat and looked down at Vernon just in time to see him wipe off his face with the back of his hand. Smiling at you, he said “thought you wanted me in you? I gotta stop playing with your pussy so I can fuck it.” You just whined and had to let the building knot in you web away.

You couldn’t complain for too long though, because Vernon crawled up your body, so his face was above yours and his pelvis was lined up with yours. He drug the tip of his cock up your slit, lubing it up before he prodded at your clenching hole.

It wasn’t Vernon who pushed in however, your impatience took over and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him in you instead. He didn’t pull out but as slight punishment he slapped the meat of your thigh, hard. Hard enough for a sting to be left behind as he started thrusting in. The pain mixed with pleasure was something you didn’t mind though, making a mental note to talk to Vernon about that.

Vernon noticed that your mind had gone somewhere else, and he was determined to get all of your attention back on him and only him. “Where’d ya go baby, are you thinking about something else while I’m right here?” Your eyes refocused on the man above you and groaned, his voice was condescending, well aware of the affect that he had on you. “Open your mouth.”

Although you weren’t fully there, you still listened to Vernon and your mouth fell open immediately. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn’t mind, at all. He leaned down closer and collected spit from his mouth, he held your jaw steady and let the glob fall into your awaiting mouth.

He could feel your walls constrict around his cock and that let him know that he hit that specific spot inside of you that made you so submissive for him and that you enjoyed him treating you this way. Vernon took pride in pleasuring you, always making sure you felt good and comfortable, all while making sure you knew your place.

After teasing you for drifting off, he noticed that he did too, getting too caught up in the way he felt inside you, but you chanting his name pulled him out of his own head. His entire focus was on making you cum now, he kept hitting that gummy spot in you and brought his thumb to your clit, drawing fast circles on the bundle of nerves.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum Vernon, please, don’t stop, please.” He listed and sped up his pace, the sound of his hips slapping yours resonated around the room, echoing back to you slightly. Vernon groans when he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, he knew that there would be little crescent marks staring back at him through the mirror in the morning.

Soon he felt your body tense up and your legs that were wrapped around him started shaking, the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body, it all became too much, and your vision was spotty. Vernon let you ride out your high and he slowly pulled out and jerked off over you, finally cumming on your stomach.

He rolled over to lay beside you and rubbed your arm, calming you down the best he could. “You okay baby?” Your head lolled over to the side, facing him. “Yeah, m’okay Vern. Feel good.” The lazy smile you sent his way caused his heart to pound. “I love you.” You reached for your discarded leggings, happy you chose to where a black pair, and wiped up the cum on your stomach. Once you were satisfied with lack of it on you, your rolled over to your side and scooted close to Vernon. Your chests touching now and your head laying on his stretched-out arm.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered into your hair, glad to feel you so close. Vernon noticed that your eyes were starting to droop, and he knew that you hated waking up feeling gross. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, okay?”

With only one groan in protest, you let Vernon pick you up bridal style and take you to the bathroom. “Do you want a shower or a bath? A shower will be quicker, and you can sleep sooner.” You looked up at him and just leaned your head on his chest, trying not to fall asleep. “How about we shower, and I hold you up?” You nodded and Vernon made sure to quickly but thoroughly clean you, taking extra precaution when he cleaned your lower body.

You were sure you fell asleep in the shower, because when Vernon was carrying you out, you couldn’t recall half of the time you were in there. Apologizing immediately to him, he just shook it off, instead he apologized for wearing you out that much, which just caused you to giggle and shake your head.

When Vernon went to grab a pair of pajamas for you, you turned them down and asked if the two of you could sleep nude, you justified your request by stating that you wanted to feel close to him while you slept. He laughed a bit but agreed nonetheless and finished drying the two of you off.

He carried you over to your bed and laid you underneath the blankets. “Do you want the fan on?” He started walking over to his side, passing the fan when you said no. Vernon joined you under the blankets, barely getting comfortable before you were laying on top of him. With him rubbing your back and humming, you feel asleep quite fast, Vernon stayed up a bit later to continue rubbing your back, not wanting the feeling of him stopping to cause you to wake up, so he made sure you were already in a deep sleep before he allowed himself to join you.

“I love you, so much, I don’t thank you enough for what you do for me.”

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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.

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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.

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close encounter｜jjk

summary. the first time the two of you kiss, your lips taste of tears and tequila.

pairing. reader x boxer!jungkook

genre. rival gang au, mafia au｜angst

word count. 3.7k

warnings. violence in the context of boxing, blood, mentions of organized crime and gang activity, implication of infidelity, emotional infidelity, kissing, alcohol consumption, namjoon is a HUGE jerk in this and lowkey evil, jimin is totally evil, yoongi is an angel

notes. part II of the prequel series to ‘too close.’ chronologically, this occurs before ‘a little closer,’ but it’s best to read everything in the order i have it listed on the masterlist! thank you to @yslkook​ for being the best hype-man a gal could ask for and to @bratkook​ for being such a wonderful beta reader ♡ i am so grateful for your expert advice and your reassuring comments, ily! please let me know what you guys think :)

Jungkook can feel his stomach sink when he realizes what’s happening, pure horror creeping up his throat in a bout of nausea. It’s barbaric, what’s unfolding in front of him—and Jungkook’s threshold for such violence is much higher than the average person’s.

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Punch Drunk

➭ “Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.”

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: boxer au, smut, angst

wordcount: 33k

❀ 6 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

** warnings: violence, descriptions of blood and injury, gambling references, heavy themes, mentions of death, drug references, slow burn, rough sex, breathplay, unprotected sex, cumplay, facial, light analplay, derogatory language during sex

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The Bestest of the Best 🫠💌

SPICY 'N SWEET MASTERPOST | JJK

PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x shy ballerina Reader

SYNOPSIS:

Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

WORDS: 45k

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Spicy 'N Sweet ★*☆♪ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

Spicy ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

Sweet ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

Sugar ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

Sour ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4

Salty ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

Sugar-coated ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6

Worlds collide

I wasn't going to post it, but @beanandberry (Bean^^) convinced me so

Lol, I can't stop wheezing at canon Jax holding Boxer Jax's arm.

Boxer AU belongs to @burrotello and Farmer AU belongs to Xentepez on Twitter (I'm not sure if Farmer Au's owner have a tumblr account, allow me to know please)

Quick doodle of my baby bun

I actually LOVED her boxer design. Can't wait to have time to draw it a way better.

Also, a little angst with her parents.

BOXER JAIDEN♡○♡

Boxer AU belongs to @burrotello

Hehehehehehehhehehehe wearing her man jacket, gyaaaaah

Love all AU, but boxer is my fav

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[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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Punch Drunk

➭ “Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.”

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: boxer au, smut, angst

wordcount: 33k

❀ 6 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

** warnings: violence, descriptions of blood and injury, gambling references, heavy themes, mentions of death, drug references, slow burn, rough sex, breathplay, unprotected sex, cumplay, facial, light analplay, derogatory language during sex

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Animal - 01

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook au | angst | future smut | lots of sarcasm Word Count: 21.3k

Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds and blood.

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Afficher davantage

too close｜masterlist

pairing. f. reader x boxer!jungkook (ft. ex boyfriend!namjoon)

genre. rival gang au, mafia au｜angst, smut

warnings. violence in the context of boxing, blood, organized crime, mentions of gang activity (see chapter warnings)

notes. based on a request by @bratkook​ from this prompt list (#15)! this series is not listed and is not being written in chronological order. i recommend reading it in the order i have it here; the chronology for each part is clarified in the author’s notes. if you’re at all confused, please feel to send me an ask!

status. ongoing

start with the original drabble:

       ↳ too close » 1.4k words « your husband lives life a little too close to the edge. and you’re sick of it. »

prequel mini series (set before the events of “too close”):

      ↳ I. a little closer  » 2.1k words « you’re so fucking pretty, sometimes jungkook finds it hard to believe. »

      ↳ II. close encounter » 3.7k words « the first time the two of you kiss, your lips taste of tears and tequila. »

      ↳ III. hold me close » 3.8k words « he wants you—your heart and soul, your future, but for now, he’ll settle for your body. »

      ↳ IV.  so far away « jungkook can tell something is up with you. he just doesn’t expect the reason to turn his life upside down. »

      ↳ V. tba

bonus drabbles (set after the events of “too close”):​

     ↳ jungkook meeting jungwoo      ↳ clueless dilf!jk      ↳ shirtless dilf!jk      ↳ oc’s sixth sense      ↳ pancakes and zoo dates       ↳ the birds and the bees      ↳ (2 + 6) ÷ 2 = 4

extras:

     ↳ moodboards + more by the amazing @birthofvcnus​ ♡      ↳ read the jimin spin-off here! 

hold me close｜jjk

part III of the prequel series to too close.

summary. he wants you—your heart and soul, your future, but for now, he’ll settle for your body.

pairing. girlfriend!reader x boxer!jungkook

genre. rival gang au｜fluff, smut, angst

word count. 3.8k

warnings. oc punches jk (consensually—not in a kinky way though), probably inaccurate boxing talk, mention of financial insecurity, “pussy” used in a derogatory way, mention of jk’s misogynist “friends,” jk grapples with some jealousy/insecurity, he places oc on a pedestal (to the point where it’s not healthy, he has some maturing to do), very mild dirty talk, protected sex, one sentence of bulge/distention kink, spit kink (18+)

notes.  this part is the calm before the storm and probably the fluffiest the series will get until the very end so…please enjoy ☺️ if you’d rather not read the smut, it’s the second scene and not important to the plot, so feel free to skip it! a very special thank you to chan @guklore​ for making this banner!!! ♡

“Spread your legs more.”

You follow Jungkook’s direction easily, eliciting a hum of approval from him.

“And your hips,” he continues, gently pulling you back by your waist. “Should be right here.”

That is—pressed into his, with your back flush against his chest.

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