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⋆˚꩜｡ To the loveliest people who have left requests for fics, please be assured that I have read them all and I'm slowly trying to work through everything :') I'm a veryyy slow writer so pls give me some grace. I promise I'm not ignoring anyone's request! They will be published in due time! XOXO
🫧⭐️🪷 Masterlist...
⋆˚꩜｡ Ultimate Fighting Championship...
Headcannons:
Islam Makhachev — NSFW Alphabet
Khabib Nurmagomedov — NSFW Alphabet
Islam Makhachev — FWB HCs
Khamzat Chiamev — FWB HCs
Various fighters — Babysitting HCs
Various fighters — Filming TikToks HCs
Oneshots:
Islam Makhachev — "Baby Fever"
Khabib Nurmagomedov — "His Little Wife"
Khamzat Chimaev — "Babying"
Various fighters — "Family Game Night"
Bonus blurbs:
Fake texts with Khamzat Chimaev
The strange kavkaz boys across the hall...
Please only request prompts/fics for people mentioned in this post. I will not write for people I have not indicated above. I will also only write for a female reader self-insert. I'm always open to taking requests, but please bear in mind that I will take some time to finish writing each submission, and I may publish other content in between.
Wait they're actually coming for us btw ... erm ... tonyhasdied posting abt this can't be good news ... stay safe ladies ... let's just hope this will die down ...
Society shuns those who shine. Keep shining my beautiful horny freaked out fanfic writers (& readers) 😵💫 we actually cannot be intimidated by any twittermma incels
Thinking about primebib wanting to fuck you in his ufc belt the first time he wins it ...
This championship is all he's ever dreamed off — years and years of gruelling training just to get that piece of metal around his waist. And now he wants it on your waist as he watches you ride his cock. He wants that shiny metal belt fastened against your stomach as you sink down on his length, nails clawing at his hairy chest, mouth agape with pleasure as he stretches you out. His one hand will be somewhere gripping your hips or fondling your breasts, and the other will be stroking the delicate engraving on his belt. He traces his name that's embossed on its side as he carelessly plays with your nipples. You're a mess on top of him, but Khabib has never felt more attracted to you. His belt on his woman. It's almost as if he is claiming you as his. You might as well be wearing a collar with his name on it. The world had already seen him emerge as a champion that night, but as he spills his load into you with a guttural moan, Khabib thinks that's the closet he'll ever get to being the king of the world.
I don't write ufc yaoi. But if I did. Best believe the first fic to be published is Nick Diaz x GSP 7k words slow burn enemies to lovers forced proximity (and GSP tops) ... And then a cheeky Khabib x Islam forbidden love closeted gays in the mountains no prep (and Islam is a power bottom) ... But I would never ... 🫣
They're in the making 😛😛😛 I've got some YUMMY islam reqs from lovely anons and I'm working on them. In the meantime keep the reqs coming! Love to hear what everyone wants to read 🫣 esp if you have any creative or super niche blurbs
Kavkaz fighter x gf!Reader ... including Islam Makhachev, Khabib Nurmagomedov, Usman Nurmagomedov, Umar Nurmagomedov, Khamzat Chimaev 🫧⭐️🪷
Context: What kind of TikTok couples trend would you film with your boyfriend?
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Islam Makhachev
The "I just found your friend on Hinge" trend
You two are on the couch at home having designated social media doomscrolling time. Your legs are lying lazily atop of his as he mindlessly rubs circles on your thigh with one hand, the other holding his phone. You sneakily line up your camera hit record on TikTok
"Oh my god. I just found Amru on Hinge!" You pretend to look shocked at your phone screen. Islam doesn't even budge, too engrossed with whatever wrestling reel he's watching. "Hinge? What's that?" "You know, the dating app. I can't believe he's on there!"
Islam now looks up from his phone. But it has yet to register in his brain as he stares off into the distance, thinking hard about Amru. "I mean... He is single... But why a dating app? He is handsome, no? Why does he not just.."
He finally snaps his head towards you, brows furrowed and lips downturned in a scowl. "Wait! Why are you on a dating app!"
You burst out laughing as Islam lunges over to grab your phone, only to realise that you had been filming him the entire time. He tuts disapprovingly and tosses your phone aside, giving you an exhausted but amused smirk.
"That is not funny," he says, feigning offence as he pouts. "I knew Amru would never go on a dating app..."
Khabib Nurmagomedov
The "This is my current boyfriend" trend
You and Khabib had just come home from a shopping spree — it was Khabib's treat after being away for training camp. After every shopping spree, it was mandatory that you did a haul for your private TikTok account (which Khabib had grown used to and actually actively participates in).
You two sit on the floor in between your living room couch and the coffee table so you could prop your phone up and film the two of you. Khabib gets comfortable, adjusting all the shopping bags in front of you for easy access before spreading his arm out casually across the couch cushions as you hit record.
"Hi guys! Welcome to another haul! So today, my current boyfriend and I went to the mall at —" Khabib immediately flinched and reels his body back from you in horror.
"What did you say?" You pause, trying to hold in your laughter. "What? I said we went to the mall today." "No, before that. What did you call me?"
You're practically biting down on your lip now trying to contain your giggles, and that just gives the whole prank away. The look of utter shock on Khabib's face starts morphing into a look of amusement.
In the blink of an eye, Khabib jumps at you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. He basically has you in a rear naked choke as he smothers one side of your face with slobbery kisses. "Stop!" You yell out, laughing so hard your ribs are starting to hurt. "I need to film my haul!" "Current boyfriend. Don't ever say this bullshit again."
Usman Nurmagomedov
The "Pretending he forgot about date night" trend
Usman had just gotten home from a midday training session, and as you hear the familiar sounds of his footsteps walking towards your bedroom, you quickly hit record on your phone.
"Hi baby — Oh! Are you going out?" You're sitting at your vanity in front of your phone with a beauty blender in hand, pausing your concealer application to look at Usman through the vanity mirror. Fully committing to the bit, you let your shoulders sag as a disappointed pout appears on your face. "You forgot?"
Immediately, Usman's face drops. You can see the gears in his head turning furiously trying to remember what it is that you're talking about. To no avail. So you double down. "Usman, I can't believe you forgot about this. I've been talking about date night for weeks now!"
You feel almost bad as Usman sputters helplessly trying to find the right words. "Baby! I — I promise you... It's not that I forgot! I just... Wait...." He whips out his phone and scrolls through his calendar app, only to find today blank with no reminders. Now Usman knows for a fact he always, without fail, marks down date nights in his calendar solely to avoid moments like this. And when he looks up from his phone, he spots your phone screen recording and his mouth hangs open.
"Are you pranking me?" You can't help but laugh as Usman throws his hands in the air, absolutely defeated. "You are horrible! I nearly died there!"
Umar Nurmagomedov
The "Asking if you can order fries at a restaurant" trend
You and Umar were out at a burger chain restaurant for date night. You two were sat across each other in the booths looking at the menu when Umar raises his hand to get the attention of the waiter. You smile subtly and set up your camera at the edge of the table.
"Hello. Can I get a beef double cheeseburger with Coke Zero?" The waiter, a young teenage girl, nods diligently as she jots down Umar's order on her notepad. Umar looks up at you expectantly, a genuine and loving smile on his face.
"Hi. I'll have the chicken burger with ranch sauce please, and..." You look up at Umar, faking a look of concern on your face. "Babe, am I allowed to have the fries today?"
Umar's jaw drops open in dismay. He looks frantically between you and the waiter. "What? Of course! I swear I've never — When have I..." He starts to gesture wildly at you, eyes wide and panicked. The waiter, who obviously knew about this trend, covers her mouth with her notepad and stifles a laugh before nodding and walking away to the kitchen.
"Babe!" Umar whisper-yells at you as you erupt in laughter. "You can't do that! I let you eat fries all the time!" You start tearing up with laughter, unable to even answer him. Umar simply rolls his eyes. He isn't angry more so than he is entertained by your antics.
"You know what?" Umar raised his hand and catches the waiter's attention again. "What're you doing?" "I'm ordering you two portions of fries since you wanna be funny now."
Khamzat Chimaev
The "Saying I want to go home" trend
You're over at Khamzat's apartment all tangled up in his bedsheets. Khamzat's sitting at his desk across the bedroom. He had just bought the new UFC video game and he was playing it on his PC for the past two hours while you doom scrolled on his bed. You angled your phone at him and pressed record before faking a big yawn.
"I think I'm gonna go home." Khamzat, who had his headphones covering only one ear, abruptly paused his game and turns to you. "What?"
"I said I think I'm gonna go home now." Khamzat immediately takes off his headphones and walks over to you, his eyes full of worry. "What. No no no, don't." He pleads softly as he climbs onto the bed to lie on top of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
"I'm sorry. Did I take too long on the game? I stop now. We can go sleep now." He mumbles, hugging you tightly. You stifle a laugh as you turn the camera to film him — it's such a rarity to capture this soft side of your boyfriend. "Yeah? You wanna cuddle now? My little baby..." you ask with an exaggerated baby voice.
Sensing something was off, Khamzat lifts his head up and spots the camera. He lets out out a groan and snatches the phone away from you immediately before aggressively rolling over to the other side of the bed. "You are mean. I will not cuddle."
PLEASE we need a Khamzat smut to recover from what happened😓…
Girlllll. I see you 🙂↕️ and I hear you 🥲. Smutty Khamzat works are in the making as we speak! But I'm honestly still not over his loss against Sean like ... don't get me wrong I'm not one of those anti-Sean-pro-dagi meat riders but STILL what an unexpected loss!
fwb!Park who had been harbouring a keen interest in you for some time. It wasn't exactly a crush (or at least that’s what he tells himself), but more of a budding curiosity. You’d been an OR nurse in his orthopaedic department for almost a year and Park couldn't help but feel oddly drawn to your side — so he hovered. He watched the way you worked with a level of attention only meant for you and lingered longer than he should when you talked to patients post-op. It's all he could do without crossing workplace boundaries... At the time at least...
fwb!Park who wasn't as subtle with his little obsession than he thought he was. It was hard for you to even pretend to be oblivious of the pair of eyes burning into the back of your head as you briefed your patient about their procedure, or the way Park always stood so close to you during consults and prep time that your arms touched and it drove you nuts.
fwb!Park who offered you a ride home once from PTMC when it was pouring outside. You were a little quick to accept his offer, which only amused the Shark even more. And when you invited him up to your apartment that night, Park knew that he had struck gold. The elevator up to your flat was packed with people coming home from a long day’s work, and as more people squeezed into the tiny metal box, your back was basically pressed up against Park’s front. Your hand kept brushing against his inner thigh. Accidentally, of course. And when the elevator jerked slightly, Park instinctively reached out to grab your waist. His large calloused hands were firmly gripped around you, his thumb moving in small but noticeable circles, tracing your flesh. That was the moment you knew you were done for.
fwb!Park who, the moment you two stepped into your apartment, had slammed the door closed behind him and pushed you up against the empty wall. You instantly grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him down and kissed him hungrily. The man devoured you like he'd been starved of your touch for years. His hands were shoved up under your shirt and groping you all over. It was sensational — the way he touched you and muttered your name between each kiss, his erection pressing so hard against his pants and leaving a stain of pre-cum at his crotch.
fwb!Park who fucked you so good that first night. You guys did it against the wall, your legs wrapped around him as he supported your entire weight with one arm; You guys did it again against your dining table. He had you gripping the edges of the table, legs spread apart as he held your hips firmly and thrust into you from behind; And you guys did it again on your living room couch, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he stretched your cunt out for the third time that night. And that was just the beginning.
fwb!Park who would find any excuse to fuck you at work. He'd send you on pointless errands to the supply room just to get you alone in there and bend you over against the counter. He'd drop a text telling you to meet him in the handicap toilet, and when you locked the door behind you, he was on his knees, telling you to drop your pants and stand over him so he could eat you out right there. Everything about it was wrong and undignified and lustful. But it only made you want him more.
fwb!Park who, since the start of your little arrangement, started specifically requesting for your assistance during all his operations. This was a novel move by the Shark, who typically didn’t even like nurses getting in his way during an operation. Your charge nurse thinks he has it out for you, but little does she know that Park just uses this as an excuse to have you by his side at all times. It gets to the point where if you’re assisting another surgeon when Park needs you, he gets visibly agitated, and best believe everyone is walking on eggshells for the rest of the day.
fwb!Park who, after every operation you assist him in, will pull you aside and give you a rundown review of your performance. He doesn’t do this to any other nurse. Not even to his own interns or medical students. Just you. He'll pull you into a secluded hallway or an empty supply store and stand abnormally close to you, two fingers lifting up your chin so you can look into his eyes properly. "Don't ever talk back to me like that again in the OR, or do I have to teach that pretty little mouth of yours another lesson huh?"
fwb!Park who is absolutely a biter in bed. The idea of marking you as his all over your beautiful body just drives him mad. And he takes his time with it too. He traces your soft flesh with his steady, practiced fingers, deliberating which parts of your body have yet to be mapped by his mouth before sinking his teeth deep into your skin until tears pool in your eyes.
fwb!Park who also definitely has a size kink with you. Just the way your body is totally engulfed beneath him makes him feral. He relishes the way his massive hands can fit so easily around your throat, or the way you're practically doing the splits when you ride him. And when you pass by him casually in the OR and he has to tilt his head down just to look at you, he's immediately reminded of how easy it would be to just throw you over his shoulder like a ragdoll and demolish you in the room next door. But he can't. And now he's hard with no opportunity for release any time soon (here comes grumpy Park!).
fwb!Park who is an incredibly attentive partner. He prides himself in being attuned to your needs and is always striving to provide for you. Need an extra towel to clean up? He's already gone off to the linen closet to get one. Need a glass of water to hydrate? He already preempted this and has a standby cup waiting on the nightstand. "You know, I'm a bit hungry after all that." "Hmm? Oh yeah. I already ordered two pizzas before we started. Should be here soon."
fwb!Park who made you break the no-staying-over rule of your arrangement just three weeks in. After making you come twice, he pulls you onto his chest, twirling your hair between his fingers as you catch your breath. It's quiet in a way that feels comfortable and domestic. When you move to get up, Park just rolls over on top of you, totally crushing you under his weight. You squirm to free yourself, but you're no match for a man of his size. "I need to go," you say as your face is smushed between his bicep and the mattress. "You can try," he says, smirking as he buries his face into your hair. You didn't try.
fwb!Park who is usually a very dominant man, and he definitely can be, but those rare times that you're the one ordering him around like your personal plaything — demanding him to strip and beg for you on his knees, or telling him to shut up as you ride his cock to completion — let's just say Park has never come this close to experiencing religious divinity. He also loves it when you tell him how good you feel. The more vocal you are in bed, the more enthusiastic Park gets. "Is it good princess? Does my cock feel good in you? Huh? Tell me. Use your words."
fwb!Park who downloads a period tracker on his phone so he can track your cycles. At first you think it's because he wants to avoid fucking during your ovulation phases, but then a box of chocolate and a tub of ice cream get delivered to your apartment the day you enter your luteal phase, and then a bouquet of flowers on the first day of your bleeding. It melts your heart.
fwb!Park who is always the first to come to your defence at work. If a doctor is ever rude or snide to you, Park immediately steps in. He doesn't care if it comes across as improper — the OR surgeon berating his attending for telling a random nurse to 'leave the medicinal practice to the real doctors'. You text him privately later in the day, apologising for putting him in a bad position, and he only replies with: "No one talks to my princess like that."
