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Welcome to my blog!
Dedicated to girlblogging + ufc (mostly islam & khamzat) — lots of reblogs.
Let’s be mutuals and yap about ufc or whatever, i love making friends!
Need him desperately
He so insane for this angle I NEED THAT!!!
He’s so Lana del Rey coded
This angle of isu is my weakness
@khamzat
Helllooo
I have a few prompts for Alex Pereira( he’s so hot omg)
1. He loses at fight and we comfort him, remind him he’s more than just a fighter.
2. We know how draining training camps can be and we help him unwind😏 ( has smutty potential if you are comfortable)
3. We spar together and of course he pins us, but he decides to be a tease ( has smutty potential as well)
Whichever one you like best
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I See You (Alex Pereira x Reader, Drabble!)
“And now, your winner by unanimous decision… And NEW UFC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, MAGOMED ANKALAEV!”
Fighting the impending nausea, which had become a lot more common in recent weeks, you casted your eyes down towards your feet, a sad attempt to prevent your tears from falling. Standing there, a few feet away, caged away in the octagon, a matching expression found its way on Alex’s face. Your heart broke for him as you watched his eyes fill with tears, although he refused to let them fall.
After congratulating Ank and giving a short, yet somber speech to the fans, he made his exit from the cage and approached his entourage. After comforting his boys, he turned toward you, gently cradling your face in his large hands. He took in your appearance, your reddening nose and bloodshot eyes.
Exhaling through his nose, he slowly bent down and pressed a firm kiss to the center of your forehead, “I’m alright baby, don’t cry.” He whispered in Portuguese, taking your hand and leading you all back to the locker rooms.
Between the flashes of cameras, the waving hands, and screaming fans, you’d almost completely disassociated on the way back to the Airbnb.
After a brief medical checkup, the doctor had confirmed that Alex was alright to return home. No broken bones or concussion, just a few lacerations and an aching spirit.
You lay in silence, back propped up against the headboard, the only lighting coming from the bedside lamp and from the bottom crack of the bathroom door.
You listened as the shower turned off and as hands grabbed a towel, shaking it out harshly. Loud footsteps made their way to the door, and seconds later, the knob turned.
You faced him as he stood in the doorway, hot steam pouring out around his frame as his made his way towards the bed and sat. The white towel sat firmly around his waist, barely changing position as he bent his head towards his chest in disappointment.
You knew this would be the hard part. Once the flashes of the cameras are gone, and there’s no screaming fans, no media obligations, and it’s just him in the silent, dark room, it would only be then that it truly hit him.
Silently, you stood from your comfortable lying position. Crawling on your hands and knees, you didn’t stop until you settled next to him on his side of the bed.
Carefully, you grabbed one of his tense hands, unballimg the first that it seemed to be stuck in. Bringing it over to your lap, you held it with both of yours, gently caressing the hardened skin and callouses with your thumbs.
“We don’t have to talk, we can just sit here if you want.” You whisper to him in heavily accented Portuguese. Despite what opinions he may have had of himself at the moment, you could only look at him with admiration and pride. There had never been anybody in the UFC who had accomplished what he had, in the time that he had, in the way that he’d done it.
After a brief silence, he exhaled deeply and rubbed his face with his free hand, “I fucked up,” he mumbled, mainly to himself, “Damn it, I fucked up, I fucked up.” He kept repeating.
A blow to the heart is what you felt as he said that. You leaned over and grasped his face in your hands, mimicking the way he’d done yours only hours before.
“No, no, no honey, you didn’t. It just wasn’t your day today, yeah?” You gently caressed his prominent cheekbones with your manicured thumbs, “I’m so proud of you. You’ve been working so hard.” She brushed away a few stray tears that managed to escape his eyes.
“I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you.” She whispered to him, slowly pressing her lips against his. A low hum emerged from his throat and he brought his free hand up to angle her chin in his direction.
Pulling away, she smiled sadly at him, hoping to convert her pure affections with just a look. He gazed back at her in awe before sliding down and wrapping his arms around her waist, and resting his head on her stomach. Her heart fluttered at the action. Soon, not now, she thought whimsily.
Gently caressing his freshly shaved head, she hummed to herself, fighting the urge to tell him that despite losing his belt tonight, he gained something else recently.
He’ll figure it out once I start to show. She thought to herself as he nestled closer to her belly.
She knew that tomorrow, there’d be a cesspool of bullshit awaiting them online, from fans and peers alike. She felt a rush of anxiety strike through her, another bout of nausea that she had to suck down.
Tomorrow’s worries are tomorrow’s worries, she self-soothed, peering down at the top of Alex’s head.
In this moment, she had to try to be everything he needed.
A/N:
Hey… hey… how y’all doin? This was supposed to be a Drabble right? Anywho~ I know, I know, I’m the worst public serviceman ever. How dare I keep you all yearning for fics this long? But hear me out, it’s so hard to write and edit fics on your phone, which is why I’m only putting out drabbles out the moment until I can afford a new laptop. But on a lighter note, the UFC writers have been cooking! Myself not included of course lol. I’ll try to have another Khamzat Drabble out soon, and I’m really thinking about writing for Nassourdine Imavov.
Soo good I need more alex fic immediately!!!
How to manifest boyfriend that looks and acts like Islam makhachev in all the fanfics I read
My handsome man <3
I swear he hasn’t stopped smiling since the fight
NEEEDDDD THATTTTTT
When is it gonna be my turnnn
Accidentally Yours
♡ A chance kiss turns fiery when she discovers the stranger is staying at her best friend’s house.
(khamzat x reader)
yay, she’s back with more Khamzat content! still riding high from Islam’s win (my poor heart can’t even), so yes, I desperately need to write for him asap… but for now, let’s indulge in some Khamzat chaos. hope you enjoy, anons welcome!