#dmitry bivol

[fiestyone52]

Dmitry Bivol landing a mean shot on Canelo Alvarez

[holyclaude]

i lowkey really thought bivol would finish eifert with a KO and clearly so did the crowd and commentators i wonder if he's disappointed that this is how he's returning after 15 months.... i mean he won by a good amount but he wasn't destroying him or anything pretty much what you'd expect.

[diary-of-mo]

Waiting for Saturday…

[diary-of-mo]

Diving into boxing world

Dmitrij Bivol

[defnotviolence]

[ufc-dollie23]

Is it a safe place to say that I find Bivol and Golovkin hot ??? 😖😖😗🫣

(Triple GGG but his younger version 😛)

[fiestyone52]

Dmitry Bivol smashes Craig Richards

[khabibtiti]

Book a day

Dmitry Bivol x reader

What if he fell in love with his boss, but it all kind of works out.

Slight age gap. SHES OLDER. Would say maybe 4-7 years, imagined him to be around 22-23, fluffy fluff.

Inspired by Welcome to the Hyunam-dong bookshop, heavily recommended, very comforting and easy to read as I remember!

Uni student!Dmitry that has huge crush on the boss of the café that he part-times in.

Boxing tournaments didn't really cover up all his needs, so Dmitry would take on a barista job working in this corner cafe-bookshop. Dmitrys first time in was welcomed with stack of books with stack of books on it and more books on stack of books, none on the shelfs.

His confused look, that was searching for the some type of coffe machine, was met with dmending womans voice heard from somewhere inside.

"What are you here for!?"

"Umm...I...I saw this barista position open?" He waved at...even he didn't know where, with a job ad that was previously taped at the window.

All of a sudden there you were, he couldn't pick it out, you were probably below 30.

"People usually say hi, they just don't stand in place." Your wide smile and slight giggle confused him with previous lound demend, thinking there must be more people inside, but there weren't, it was just you.

Just a little further in the store, he saw couple of tables, surrounded with books and counter with coffee machine, some pastries and cakes nicely and cozily sorted.

"Sorry for the mess up front, it's all new books, and I didn't get time to sort everything out."

Dmitry would scan the room attentively while you explained his salary and the way bookshop works, he didn't know how to make different types of coffee, ans he wasn't excetly a bookworm. Questioning himself if you'd let him work, he got this worried look on his face. Calling him back to reality you explained that you will just accept him as you got no one else that applied past weeks.

Dmitry got on job almost immediately, sorting the books, figuring the coffee machine and confusingly looking at costumers as they asked him 'What do you think? Is Orhan Pamuk worth a try?'. Whooo?

He knew close to nothing, of course the classic he kneww...he just didn't excetly remember them.

Dmitry would screw up a lot of things, spill many coffees, asked too many times to be absent due to competitions and was often late and sleepy since he would train late at night. But he was a hard worker and he brought in many giggling high-school and collage girl since he had typically look of a romantic comedy lead.

Dmitry was VERY grateful for your patience, he was also impressed by the amount of books you could carry at once, swear to God it was more then he could, maybe his big, strong muscles were just sore. He was aslo greatful that you would chime in to talk to customer when they asked him something about books.

Dmitry was enchanted the way you talked to the people, he would listen to you attentively, and swear, he didn't mean to look how almost silky your hair is, or how pretty you lips looked. His eyes would be left at them, almost hypnotized, Dmitry imagined how would it be to pull on them with his teeth. His mouth would flood with blood he drew out of his own trying to reach yours.

You noticed that hungry stare turning to panick, as he figured out that you knew what he was thinking about.

But Dmitry couldn't hide, he couldn't hide the way his heart would beat as he saw you dressed up for friday book night, and he couldn't hide his jaleousy as dressed up businessman, he seemed to be, called for you.

"He doesn't seem like a good guy!" He would follow you the next day around the shop explaining how it's best to drop the funny looking fat man. You didn't have heart to tell him that it was one of the shop owners on the streets that offered you a ride to realise of his new book, and that the guy was surely gay.

One night as no rush was occured, you sat down with cup of cappuccino reading your book, as Dmitry announced that he would be singing a somewhat professional contract, and probably stopping his studies so far. You were disappointed, what will you do alone here? And how could you find such a cute guy somewhere else?

"Im happy for you Dmitry!" Ohhh your hug felt like heaven, he could pass away in your arms, just to breath in more of you scent.

"I can't work rearly work more, but I could come to help you out sometimes!"

"No need to Dmitry, just focus on your career, maybe I will watch you one day be announced with all those belts!"

"You can watch me now! In a month I will have a fight!"

You hesitated af first, said it's not for you, what if he gets hurt? You wouldn't bear to watch it.

After a month, you exchanged two massages and a short call, he was focused with everything he got on his next fight, it would seal his deal for future, he needed to be ready, once telling you that he saw his mother only one time in two weeks.

Just a week before his so called debute, you saw a big banner, one of the faces familliar to you, he looked far prettier then anyone else on there, and still fitting in with that impressive body and a killer stare down. That was when you decided it might be good to be there.

It wasn't excetly man on man, but it wasn't empty either. You got close as much as you could, he got in the ring pretty soon at the start. You watched him being brilliant in his moves, the way his head missed every shot meant for him, and the way he took that illegal drop in the stomach, you could see it angered him, he started battering the poor guy, he wasn't knocked out, but you swear he was double.

With hands raised up high, Dmitry noticed you in a second, as they turned him to the rest of the crowd his head would find you from every angle, sending you a smile, winking at your direction, for the first time you shyed away in front of the younger man. They took him in the back soon after. And this older gentleman approached you immediately.

"Come with me, I'm Dmitrys coach." He pulled you with him in the locker room, Dmitry met you with team, everyone politly shaking your hand, and even after you refusal to come, demended to join them for celebratory dinner.

You clicked with the team almost immediately, Dmitry taped to your side, trying not to let his eyes rest from you, and trying his best to drop his smile and admiration. But to no avail, he let himself adore you with his eyes, and listen to you speak just so he could hear your pretty voice. He didn't care about teasing that was already coming from end of the table.

He took you home after delighted. "Thank you for coming, it means world to me!"

"You were beyond good, not even a scratch!"

"Can you...could we sometimes go in a nicer restaurant together? This one really wasn't it"

He heard himself laugh when you said yes in middle of the question. Almost hopping away as he left your door, you watched after him waving, he would turn around to look at you more, turning away last time by running to you.

He didn't have to run for long as you joined forces, met him halfway, hugging him and packing his full lips. You tryed pulling away, but he was faster. Kiss lasted too short for him, he could go more, do more, show more. But he will show you, once you are standing in the ring with him, holding his belt.