#fighter!reader

[libraryraccoon]

Batfam neglected Reader but

the Reader stop/never search their approval.

(Bad English, not my first language)

I already talk about Harvey!Reader, so now I'll talk about others Reader ideas I have (and lyrics at the end ofc) :

A Reader that wanted approval from the batfam, that wanted their attention, but realize that they won't have it. Whatever they do, they won't be seen. And they decide to take it at their avantage.

They decide to become informants.

They will stay at a dark corner of the batcave, listening the Batfam during their missions, noting any information that might prove useful.

They don't notice the Reader, they never did.

They are like ghosts, listening everything everywhere, without being notice.

Informant!Reader here is calm, with a quiet rage that want to come out. They give informations to everyone, heroes like villains like vigilantes like civilians. Of course, there is a price. Sometimes it's money, sometimes dirty work (like killing someone).

They are dangerous because nobody knows how they have all these informations.

And the batfam will realize who they are only because one day Alfred decide to give a coffee to Reader in the Batcave. This or because the Reader is at the verge of death.

I can imagine Alfred just giving coffee or hot chocolate to the Reader in the batcave and nobody noticing it until like, 3 years after Reader decided to become an informator.

2. A Reader that hate to the max.

Listen to me, a Reader who hate Bruce and the Batfam so much because of their negligence that they become everything they hate.

They learn magic, become a villain, heck they'll even find a way to become a meta just because Batman hate them apparently.

The Reader know Bruce don't hate metas, even have a son that is a meta (Duke), but they still will find a way to become one just to see his face when he realized the monster he have created.

Watch this Reader becoming friend with the Joker, even if the Reader themselves hates him, they will still be friends just to anger the batfam.

And when they are in their civillian identity, the Reader decide to makes rumors about the batfam. 90% of the rumors about the Wayne were created by Hater!Reader.

3. A Reader who can see ghosts

Imagine a Reader that can see ghosts, and during all their childhood, they had ghosts to help them.

Yes, the Wayne family neglected them, but at least they had the ghosts. And the ghosts decide to protect them and to teach everything to the Reader. Yes, everything, even how to kill and hide a body.

The ghosts are this Reader family, and they will fight everyone who try to say otherwise.

The ghosts are all different, like I can see a military one teaching the Reader how to use guns, a chief one teaching them how to cook, a doctor and a nurse how to treat a wound, a child one playing with them and a dog ghost.... and more !

See Ghost!Reader having a big family of ghosts who can and will avenge them.

I can imagine the ghosts stealing/destroying some of the batfam stuffs everytime they neglect the Reader. Like for exemple Dick promised to play with them, but at the end he didn't because he forgot ? Watch all his technology stuff go BOOM.

4. A Reader who found comfort in the death

A Reader who died (maybe suicide, or killed by the Joker) and is somehow adopted by The Death.

I love the idea of The Death being a good and kind entity, who see a child who suffer too much, who never had a great life, and deciding to just adopt them.

They see these souls and decide to make them their crows, their little soul reapers.

And Soul Reaper!Reader make no exception.

They have to take the souls of dead people and guide them to their afterlife, their eternity.

But one day, someone decide to revive them. And nobody is happy about it.

The Reader want to die a second time to continue their little job as a soul reaper, but the batfam won't let them die a second time.

The Death is at that 🤏 to kill them, even if they don't have the right to kill mortals.

5. JJ!Reader

I'm pretty sure that we all know JJ!Tim, well, in this universe, it's JJ!Reader.

Just imagine the angst when Bruce realize that one of his kids became a mini Joker. Imagine the shame he would feel because that could have been avoided, because he didn't realized that one of his kids was missing until the moment where JJ!Reader reveal themselves.

Imagine Damian reaction, because his blood sibling is now his enemy.

6. A Chaotic!Reader

A Reader who decide to become chaotic. "If they don't see me when I'm calm, then they won't see me if I decide to cause chaos." Type mentality.

They won't use the doors, instead they will use the vents and windows to enter a room. They will commit crimes like arsons. They will ruin every Wayne gala.

I can see this Reader dying and coming back to life with the "Being resurected isn't my problem, it's YOUR problem" mentality. Their death and the fact that no one cared/realized that they were dead is probably their trigger, the thing that change that little calm person to this chaotic gremlin.

7. Fighter!Reader

A Reader that decide to participate in underground fights for money and attention. It's their way to express all their anger, they hate and love attention at the same time.

At first, they started because they wanted to show their family that they weren't weak, they wanted to be a Robin like their older brothers Dick and Jason, they wanted to be a vigilante like their dad; but the family never looked at them.

They saw Tim becoming Robin, they saw how he was loved by their siblings and father. They were envious.

So they decided to fight in underground fight, a way to express all their anger and winning money at the same time.

I can see this Reader refusing to use Bruce money (if he even give them money) because they don't want to depend on him and his money. They don't want anything to do with the Wayne anymore. So they win their own money and will move out of the mansion once they have found an apartment to moved in.

Now the lyrics :

^ JJ!Reader to Damian because even if they share the same blood, they are too different to be real siblings. One is born loved but ended up in violence, one is born in violence and ended up loved. Idk how to phrase my idea of JJ!Reader and Damian help-

^ Informant!Reader that needs to know everything about everyone. The more they know, the more they search for informations, the less they have time and space to think about their family.

^ Chaotic!Reader that know that if they weren't dead, or if the batfam cared enough to see that they were dead, that things would have been different. That they won't be like this now.

^ Hater!Reader to Bruce when the Batfam discover who was under the mask.

^ The batfam after Soul Reaper!Reader is back from the death, because even if they are alive now, they aren't the same as before. They aren't the child/sibling they knew.

^ See Ghost!Reader that see the ghosts as their family, who is scared when none of them are around (especially when they are a kid); or when they die, they aren't scared to die because dying just mean being a ghost like the rest of their found family.

^ Fighter!Reader and this voice in their head telling them that they are weak, not worth attention, not strong enough to be Robin, that they are just a rat, a parasite.

[deerdollyy]

Could you write Sev and Reader meeting each other in some movement for the social justice for the Zaun people? And Sevika falling in love for the reader by reader's fighting for equality and by the way the reader see Sev with so much admiration for her protection of her people?

Sevika x Reader - Worth Fighting For

Summary: You stand your ground. Sevika stands with you.

They meet in the middle of noise.

Not just loud voices, but the kind that shakes through your ribs. Metal striking metal. Boots against pavement. Someone shouting about water rations, someone else about enforcers at the bridge. The air tastes like smoke and stubborn hope.

You’re standing on a crate, hands clenched tight at your sides so they don’t shake. You’ve spoken before, but never to a crowd this big. Never with this much at stake.

“Zaun deserves better!” you call, voice rough but steady. “We’re not beneath them, no matter how hard they try to make us feel it. We deserve to live, not just survive.”

There’s a ripple through the crowd. Agreement. Anger. Something alive.

And then there’s her.

Leaning against a rusted railing at the edge of it all, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Sevika watches like she always does, like she’s measuring the room for threats, for weakness, for anything that might break.

She isn’t here for speeches.

She’s here in case things go wrong.

You don’t notice her at first. Not really. You’re too focused on the faces in front of you, on making them feel what you feel, on holding your ground.

“Piltover doesn’t get to decide our worth,” you keep going, louder now. “We decide that. We protect each other. We fight for each other.”

That’s when her attention sharpens.

Because you don’t sound naive.

You sound like you mean it.

Sevika has heard plenty of people talk about change. Most of them fold the second things get dangerous. Most of them don’t understand what protecting Zaun actually costs.

But you…

You’re not backing down, even when a few enforcers appear at the far end of the street.

The shift in the crowd is immediate. Uneasy. Tense.

You see them too.

Your voice falters for half a second.

And then you square your shoulders.

“We don’t run,” you say, quieter now but stronger somehow. “Not anymore.”

That’s the moment that gets her.

Not the words. Not the speech.

The choice.

Sevika pushes off the railing.

By the time the enforcers move in, she’s already there, stepping into the space between you and them like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Back off,” she growls, low and dangerous.

You blink, startled, looking at her properly for the first time.

She’s… solid. Unshakable. Like nothing in this world could move her if she didn’t want to be moved.

And she’s standing in front of you.

For you.

The enforcers hesitate. They know her. Everyone does.

There’s a standoff, thick and heavy.

Then, slowly, they back off. Not out of kindness. Out of calculation.

Sevika doesn’t relax until they’re gone.

Only then does she glance over her shoulder at you.

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” she says.

It’s not really an insult.

You huff out a breath, half-laugh, adrenaline still buzzing under your skin. “Someone has to.”

She studies you for a second longer than necessary.

You’re smaller than her. Softer, maybe. But your eyes aren’t.

There’s fire there.

Conviction.

And something else that catches her off guard completely.

Admiration.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, quieter now.

“I did,” she replies simply.

You shake your head a little, like you don’t quite believe it. “You protect everyone, don’t you?”

Sevika shrugs, like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t matter.

“It’s what needs doing.”

But you look at her like it does matter.

Like she matters.

And it hits her harder than any punch ever has.

Because people in Zaun don’t look at her like that. Not really. They respect her. They fear her. They rely on her.

But you…

You see her.

Not just the muscle. Not just the threat.

The person who stands in front of danger so others don’t have to.

Sevika clears her throat, looking away first.

“You should get out of here,” she mutters. “Things’ll get worse before they get better.”

You smile, small but stubborn.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Of course you’re not.

She almost laughs.

Instead, she stays.

At first, it’s just practical. You draw attention. Trouble follows attention. Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.

But then she starts listening.

To your plans. Your ideas. The way you talk about Zaun like it’s worth saving, not just surviving.

You don’t ignore the ugly parts. You don’t pretend things are easy.

You just… believe they can be better.

And somehow, impossibly, you make her start to believe it too.

She notices the way people gather around you. Not because they’re afraid, but because they trust you.

She notices how you never ask anyone to do something you wouldn’t do yourself.

She notices how you look at her every time she steps in, every time she shields someone, like she’s something more than just a weapon.

It settles under her skin.

Slow. Quiet. Unavoidable.

Love, for Sevika, isn’t soft.

It’s built in the moments between fights. In the way she stands a little closer to you than necessary. In the way her eyes find you in every crowd.

In the way she starts thinking about a future that isn’t just survival.

One night, when the streets are finally quiet, you find yourselves alone.

“You don’t have to keep watching over me,” you say gently.

Sevika scoffs. “Yeah, I do.”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

She pauses.

There are a hundred answers she could give. None of them the real one.

But you’re looking at her like that again. Like you’ll understand.

So she exhales, rough and honest.

“Because you make people believe,” she says. “And Zaun needs that.”

Your expression softens.

“And you make people safe,” you reply. “Zaun needs that too.”

There’s a quiet stretch between you.

Then, a little more softly, you add, “I… I think I need that.”

That’s all it takes for Sevika’s restraint to dissolve completely.

She steps in close, slow and deliberate, until the space between you narrows to almost nothing. Close enough that you can feel the heat of her, the steady rise and fall of her breath. She stops there, not quite touching, not trapping you either.

Close enough that if you wanted distance, you could still take it.

You don’t.

“Yeah?” she murmurs.

You nod.

And when she finally lets her lips brush against yours, it feels less like something new and more like something that’s been building from the very first moment you stood your ground and refused to run.

In a place like Zaun, love isn’t gentle.

It’s fierce.

It’s chosen.

And it’s worth fighting for.

[starsofang]

came back from the dead to express my thoughts on fighter!reader and coach!price who takes you under his wing to teach you the ins and outs of the ring. hours upon hours are spent with you and him everyday, your skill put to the test as you put ruthless work into climbing your way to the top.

it was natural, of course, for the two of you to build a bond. he was your rock to hold you down through trial and error, and you were his inspiration in returning to a sport he swore he’d leave behind in the past.

trainings turned into occasional drinks and meals shared. drinks turned into seeking solace in each other’s hearts and bodies in the haven of your bed.

there was a reason people always said to never get too close — you’d grow attached. and when you took an illegal blow to the head in the middle of the ring, knocking you clean to the floor with a ringing in your ears and a metallic filth flooding your mouth, all price could think about was how it was his fault you faltered.

your head wasn’t in the game. you couldn’t focus when in the crevices of your mind, he was creeping in, invading your senses. the empire you had begun to build with the helpful hands of his own that were now stained with your blood had fallen apart because attraction got in the way. love.

[rigasworld]

𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝(𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞) 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 1/??

Pt.2 Pt.3 - -

Droid playlist here

An: imma refer to everyone as their irl names cause it just feels cringe and weird to call them their gamer tags constantly 😭 so for anyone who doesn’t know:

Grizzy: Nelson

Puffer: Chris

Droid: Jamie

Pezzy: Max

Reader: *Name/Gamertag*

And probably more later on but we’ll see…but I will be using their gamer tags during the podcast section. ALSO, THERE WILL BE NO NSFW ABOUT THESE PEOPLE OR ANY OTHER IRL PEOPLE I END UP WRITING ABOUT (unless they're playing an obvious character in an irl movie,) THESE PEOPLE ARE REAL AND DO NOT CONSET TO BEING DEPICTED THAT WAY, there will be some romantic attributes to the story obviously, like kissing and other dynamics, but everyone needs to understand that these people are real, they're alive they're not made up, yes we can have our little crushes and write our dumb little fanfics about them but making straight up porn about them is so fucking weird. Not just for these people but for other creators as well. RANT OVER, sorry😭

AN #2: fair warning, you’ll know if you’ve read any of my other fics that I always try to keep the character in my fic as reader friendly as possible, that being said this will be a fem reader fic, mainly bc I’m a woman and it’s much more comfortable for me to write female characters, and it’ll also be mentioned in this fic that the reader has long enough hair to be put into an updo, it doesn’t specify how long or thick or any bs like that but I just wanted to let everyone know beforehand. Also it’s mentioned later how reader is absolutely built, so do with that what you will.

You were basically an idol, you were a very very big face in the female bare knuckle fighting scene, you were the John Cena of your sport, and it was amazing.

“Wait so like, okay, how does the fighting thing like actually go?” Max asked as you sat down between him and Jamie. Chris had just gotten through with saying the intro and introducing you. “Like, what do you mean?” you ask back, not getting what he’s asking. “Like, it is like the WWE where you do like flips and jump off the cables n’stuff,” he asked curiously causing you to chuckle a bit. “No no none of that, we get to pick a walkout song and talk with our managers for a full three minutes before actually having to fight, and I do fight in a ring similar to the wrestling ones, but the cables are padded and aren’t elastic or anything and its a hell of a lot smaller,” you explained. “Damn, so it’s like actual fighting,” Nelson chimed in. “What, you thought I was just playing around in there or something?” You raised your eyebrow while Nelson held up his hands in defense. “Nah, that’s not what I meant, I just kinda thought it was like the wrestling matches that Pezzy was talking about, where like some of it’s real but it’s mostly performance,” he stated. “Yeah no, we beat the shit out of each other,” you say with a laugh, lifting your shirt a bit to expose your ribcage where a massive purple and greenish bruise sat, earning a cringing face from everyone in the room. “Holy shit dude,” “yeah I lost my last fight, I got this when she K.O’d me, she threw a hard ass left hook to my face and then as I was falling kneed me in the ribs,” you say pulling your shirt back down. “She got a deduction so I wasn’t all upset but damn, it still hurts like a bitch,” you say with a his as you rub the area through your shirt gently. “Yeah, that looks fucking horrible,” Jamie said with a strained voice. “See that's why I could never do that typa shit, if I were a boxer and my opponent disrespected me like that I’m coming for their fucking family,” he said aggressively, everyone chuckling out loud at his words. “Yeah I mean you kinda know what to expect once you know who you’re up against, this Woman was pretty rough around the edges and known for playing dirty so I kinda expected it,” you admit. “I guess, but damn you have a lot of restraint not getting back up and just crashing out, that’s what I would’ve done, shit,” Chris chimes in. “Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do I was knocked out,” you say defensively. “So did you like go to the hospital or anything afterwards??,” Max asked in a concerned tone. “Technically. I got checked in to my team's doctor and I was advised not to drive myself anywhere for at least two days, that's real, KO’s are no joke,” you said, leaning back into the couch a bit more to get more comfortable.

“Not to like interrupt or anything but like hearing you talk about this is like finally clicking for me, like bro, we dreamed about this when we were kids, this is insane,” Jamie chimed in, he looked kind of nostalgic, which got you thinking more. “Yeah dude I was thinking about that yesterday,” you say as you look at him. “Literally all I talked about was being a boxer or a fighter as a kid and now I’m like actually here getting booked for multiple fights every month, it’s crazy to me,” you agreed with Jamie and he nodded. “And then the same thing with you, you talked so much about becoming a streamer when you were a kid so it’s just like damn, we're like finally here,” you said, the weight of it all setting in. “How far back do y'all even go?” Nelson asked. “I know that y'all were friends when Droid first started streaming, because that's how I met you,” he pointed to you. “But did y'all like actually grow up together or what?” “Pffff, this is my day one dude,” Jamie says casually as he reclines his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “We knew each other when we were still in daycare,” he said as he glanced at you.

“Yeah no me Droid and lived like right down the road from each other,” you say as you adjust yourself between the two guys. “Yeah but like, what age did y’all meet?” Nelson asks.“I think four maybe? Possibly earlier,” you glance over at Jamie and he nods in agreement, “holy shit so y'all like actually grew up together;” Chris said. “Yeah basically, our moms were pretty good friends and I was literally like two houses down from him, so our moms always just kinda put us in the same room while they talked, and we just kinda figured shit out,” you say as you laugh a bit. Jamie laughs too, swallowing his drink so he doesn’t choke on it. “Yeah, bro I remember her mom just came over one day and I saw *gamertag* and I was like ‘what the fuck’,” everyone started laughing, with Max chiming in. “I’m just like imagining baby you,” he says as he points to you, “and baby Droid just like staring at each other,” he says with a laugh. “No cause that’s literally how it was!” You exclaim. “After that, we were just over at each other's house all the time until we were like 12,” Jamie said as everyone’s laughter died down. Chris chuckled a bit, “So what, y'all just stopped hanging out after you turned 12?” he said, everyone laughing a bit more before you responded. “No, I mean like, we started hanging around each other independently, like we wouldn’t just see each other at our mom's house, we’d like be cool around each other in school and stuff,” you say, sipping your energy drink before setting it down again. “Yeah, we met like…maybe a year before going to preschool?, so we knew each other before we even started being social with other kids,” Jamie looks at you to confirm before continuing. “And we didn’t really talk like, at all outside of our moms houses, and then when we got to middle school, everything and everyone just turned akward as hell so we just kinda became better friends because it was like a fucking free for all,” you laugh out, “yeah man middle school was a fucking joke, we were so insanely chopped too, like brother what the fuck were we doing,” you sigh out dramatically as the images of middle school you pop up through your mind like flash bangs. “Yeah fucking right bro, we were nerds in middle school,” Jamie says as he runs his hands over his face, the same thing likely happening to him. “I think that’s the universal experience for everyone,” Max chimes in. “I mean hell, I know I was awkward as fuck in middle school,” he looks over at Nelson. “Oh yeah for sure, middle school was almost my 13th reason, and high school… I just hated school bro,” then everyone simultaneously looked over to Chris, causing everyone to laugh and Chris to look a bit caught off guard. “I don’t know why y'all are looking at me, middle school wasn’t even that bad for me,” he says causing us to laugh some more. The silence after everyone settled down was interrupted by a ding from your phone. You quickly take your phone out to look at it, the familiar ringtone exciting you. “Wowww, okay we see how it is,” Jamie jokes as he looks at you with a fake judgmental look. You chuckled, “Sorry, Sorry, it’s my manager's ringtone I have to check it,” you say apologetically, reading over the text before pausing and looking at everyone in the room. “Cut this if you want but,” you gesture to the camera.

“Y'all wanna go to Vegas?” you ask out of the blue. “What?” Everyone says in unison, causing you to pause and smile a bit before continuing. “I just got booked for a fight in Vegas, and my big boss always allows me to fly out a few people, something about ‘good publicity’ and stuff, are y'all down?” you ask around the room as you look at everyone. “Can’t, I’ve got that trip I’ve been planning, imma be gone for like two weeks with Megan,” “Oh sorry, I forgot about that,” you say apologetically, but Chris just waves his hand dismissively. “Nah don’t apologize you’re good,” Jamie just looks at Max and Nelson, he leaned forward dramatically causing everyone to laugh at the expression on his face. “Y'all are we going to Vegas??,” he asks Max and Nelson in a weary tone, as if he’s trying not to get too excited. Max looks at everyone, and so does Nelson, as if they’re contemplating. Jamie already knew the gist of what was going on, you’d flown him out to Florida, Cali, and all the fun places multiple times to come watch you back when his schedule was a bit more lenient, but now that he’s grown so much the trips became less and less. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, you were happy he’d gotten the proper hype he deserved, but now was an awesome opportunity to finally take not just him, but everyone out on a big trip. “I mean I’m going to Vegas no matter what, it’s up to y’all whether y’all come with me or not,” you say as you put your hands up, making sure they know that it’s all just up to them. “Wait like we’re going to get a free flight out to Vegas?” Nelson asks in a high-pitched tone, leaning forward in his chair also. “Wait free flights?!,” Max turns around swiftly to look at you.“Yeah bro what part of ‘fly you out’ means you’ll have to pay for your tickets??,” you say in an obvious tone as you look at Max. “And your managers like okay with this?? They just let you do this??,” he asks bewildered. “Yeah I tend to go out in public more and do more shit that gets me good publicity so Davi just told me I can bring people with me to my fights, I’ve just gotta let him know in advance, and I’m sure he’d love it even more cause you’re all pretty big creators so it’s even better,” you say as you pull up the message again, just to make sure you were correct. “Shit, I mean I’m down for Vegas,” Jamie says as he looks over to the other two guys. “Hell yeah dude let’s go to Vegas,” Max agreed, Nelson chiming in as well, “Fuck it, guess we’re going to Vegas,” he said, sealing the trip. “Alright then, I’ll text my manager, we’ll probably fly out in three days,” you checked with them to make sure that worked for them, and thankfully it did. You were excited now, they’d all finally get to experience what your job was. You knew what their jobs were like, having fun with friends and playing video games, but now it was their turn. They’d finally get to stay in the nice hotels and see you in the big arena and not just on the TV. You were pumped. “Man, you’ll all love Davi so much, and you’ll get to see the rest of my team,” you said excitedly as you rubbed your hands together. “Davi’s your manager right,” Chris asks. “Yeah, he’s more like family, think of the fun uncle you only see on holidays, that’s Davi,” You described him to the best of your ability.

“It all goes back to Vegas,” Chris said after everything died down, causing you and Max to laugh, and the other guys to chuckle. “Vegas this, Pokémon that, we’ve got like three main topics that it always circles back to,” Nelson said as he grabbed his drink. “What’s the third then?” Chris asked. “Gsupps, use code Cloo at checkout,” Nelson said smoothly as he looked and pointed to the camera smugly, causing Chris, Jamie, and Max to burst out in laughter. “Now this has me thinking, is what it’s like to be a woman?” Everyone is giving Jamie an odd look because of his question. “Oh wait you mean like-,” Nelson begins before laughing his ass off and composing himself after a few seconds of wheezing laughter. “You mean like getting flown out and stuff, is that what you mean?” he finished his previous thought as he tried to catch his breath. This caused you and Max to start laughing as well as it clicked on what Jamie meant. “I mean yeah bro think about it! Hot girls get flown out for free to fancy places all the time! That’s us right now!” he exclaimed, trying to reason with everyone. “Dude, I’ve flown you out to so many places, why is this just now popping into your head??,” you ask Jamie as you laugh, he just smiles back at you. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just because it’s like all of us going together?, I feel like a groupie,” he shrugs, not knowing his reasoning. “Wait, Droid, you’ve gone to Vegas with *Gamer Tag* before?” Chris asks. “Well no, not Vegas, but yeah I used to travel with her all the time,” he admits as Max turns to face Chris. “Yeah, bro remember like three years ago when he was gone for a week like every other month?” he says raising an eyebrow. “That whole time you were traveling with *Gamer Tag*!?,” Nelson exclaims. “Yeah boy, *Gamer Tag* was flying me out damn near everywhere for front row seats, the only time I didn’t go with her was international fights or big tournaments,” Jamie says as he brings an arm over your shoulder and shakes you gently, as if to hype you up. “Yeah, I made Droid my water boy,” “Okay buddy,” Jamie takes his hand away swiftly and puts on an act of distancing himself from you as a joke, causing everyone to laugh again. “Waterboy is crazy,” Max says as he leans backwards.

You leaned back into the sofa too, the conversation flowing between everyone and your mind drifting off a bit, already thinking about Vegas, this was going to be a damn good trip…

The cameras have stopped rolling and the episode was wrapped up. Chris left shortly after saying bye to everyone to pack for his trip with Megan. You waved and told him to tell Megan you said hi, and then he was off. Now everyone was just relaxing in the studio, mostly lining out the details of the trip. “How long are we gonna stay do you think?” Jamie asked, he knew that it usually varied from time to time how long you'd end up staying wherever you were booked. “Uhh, this trip is going to probably be like five days, the first two days will be kinda just for fun, and then on the third day is my weigh-in day and the fourth is my fight, and then the fifth day will be a half day and that's when we'll fly back,” you explain to them all. “This is going to be so fucking cool dude, I've only ever seen you fight on TV, now I get to see it IRL,” Max says happily. “Yeah it’s definitely a lot more fun being there in person, plus our announcers are pretty funny too,” you say with a smile. “What are we going to do on the first two days then?” Nelson asks. “Well I was thinking we’d go to the Casinos or something, maybe go sightseeing and explore a bit, just get comfortable and stuff,” everyone nods in agreement. “We could hit up a few bars or something, maybe find a good club, y'all can find wherever y'all wanna go and I’ll follow, I haven’t been to Vegas as many times as y'all have,” you said as you looked at them. “Nah, that’s mean, we won’t make you go to bars,” Jamie said, dismissing your offer. “What? What’s wrong with bars?” Max asked. “Dude she doesn’t drink,” Nelson pointed out to him. “You don’t drink??,” he says as he dramatically turns to face you. “Dude I’ve been to multiple parties with everyone and I never drink at all, do you just not pay attention?” you ask with a laugh. “I mean I guess not, damn, I never knew that,” he said as he turned back to look at Nelson as he laughed too. “How did I pick up on that before you did,” he says with a chuckle. “I don’t know man, maybe I’m just not that aware of my surroundings at parties,” Max shrugs. “Nah but we can still go to bars and stuff, I still have fun while I’m there,” you assured them. “We’ll figure something out,” Jamie says leisurely, everyone agreeing. “Do you just not drink because you don’t like alcohol or what?” Nelson asked. “Yeah I’ve never been a big fan of it in the first place, and I also have to stay in a certain weight bracket at all times so alcohol has never been worth it to me because it tastes bad and I gain a lot of weight by drinking too,” you explain to him. “Ahhh ok, I knew you didn’t drink but I never actually asked you why,” he nodded. “There’s so much sugar and bad stuff in alcoholic drinks, and it doesn’t even taste that good to me, so I’d rather cheat with like actual candy or good food rather than Alcohol,” he say, Nelson nodding with you. “Yeah I understand that,” Jamie’s arm was still planted behind you on the couch from before, the movement as natural for him as breathing. “I’m sure we could find some other fun places besides bars and clubs, I mean it’s Vegas, there’s gonna be other things you do,” he points out. “Yeah you’re right, I’ll start looking stuff up, and we’ll all get seats together on the plane so we can talk about it,” you say, not stressing about where y'all were going to go. “To be honest, it’ll probably be a lot easier to go places and do things cause we won’t have a part of forty people or something,” Max says. “Oh absolutely, we can literally go anywhere, with a lot less of a wait time, we’ll actually get to explore Vegas this time, not just wait around for everyone to be ready and n’stuff,” Jamie says as he chuckles a bit.

The conversation continues as you all work out the details of the trip, ending up with everyone getting their private room all in the same hall, and everyone getting first-class tickets straight to Vegas. You were all ecstatic, such a vacation out of the blue felt like Christmas in July. You truly believed it was going to be amazing.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you got in Jamie’s car, since he was the one who drove you here in the first place. He started up the car as you relaxed back into the nice leather seats as the music hummed softly through the aged speakers. Not a luxurious car, but a nice one, and one with character, you loved his car. It was silent for a bit, a comfortable silence obviously, everything you felt in Jamie’s presence could only be described as having all the characteristics of ‘Home’ plastered all over it. Both your mom and your dad were happily retired, off traveling and having the fun retirement they so badly deserved, so Jamie was the only Kin you had close to you, him and his family of course. With your parents off on some trip in Europe, or somewhere foreign, it was always nice to have a familiar face from your past be with you, it was just nice to have Jamie around in general.

Five minutes of calm silence are abruptly interrupted by Jamie’s Voice. “You’re sure you’re okay with all of us going?” he asked wearily. You raised your brow and glanced at him oddly. “Yeah man, why wouldn’t I be?” you're face looks puzzled. “I don’t know, don’t get me wrong I’ve always loved traveling with you but I kinda felt like I was always being greedy I guess,” he admits softly, his eyes trained on the road ahead of him. “I get where you’re coming from but you don’t need to feel like that, my boss pays for these trips for me and whoever I bring along, so really all the moneys coming outta his pocket, so you don’t hafta’ worry about me,” you said with a smile as you nudged his shoulder, earning a grin from him as well. “I guess, but you’ve at least gotta let me pay you back a bit in Vegas,” he said trying to compromise. “I won’t stop you from getting me a gift or two I just need you to know that this round trip is costing me nothing,” you said jokingly, smiling as you knew you’d successfully lightened the mood. The comfortable silence filled the car again, and you just sat against the seats warm leather and gazed at Jamie.

You didn’t really know what you were feeling. Of course, you loved Jamie; you’ve known him your whole life. You grew up in his house, and he grew up in yours. Your lives are so endlessly tangled together to the point where it’s hard to decipher who’s more intertwined with who. His mom bakes you your birthday cakes, she’s done that ever since you can remember, and if Jamie’s not home his dad will drop by and ask you to dog sit Jax’s. You talked with his sister about all the embarrassing stories about him, as if you weren’t there for all of them. You stay over at his house whenever he’s away, watching Oso and keeping an eye on his house, sleeping in his bed, and showering in his shower while he’s gone. Jamie checks your mail for you and brings you takeout whenever he gets it for himself. He goes on grocery runs for you whenever you’re sick and stays the night at your house when you’re not on top of your game because he knows you hate being alone. But it runs so so much deeper than that. Your lives are so mangled together that you both bleed into the small crevices of each other's daily routine. He always sits next to you, no matter what, and no matter where, his arm is always resting on the back of your chair, or over your shoulders. When he passes you his hand weaves its way to the small of your back, not even just when it’s ‘necessary’ but just out of habit sometimes. He always walks you to your door, you never get to open any of your doors when you’re around him or pull out any of your chairs. He always asks you to fix his hair because he ‘likes the way you do it’. Anytime he goes anywhere on a trip he brings you back at least three trinkets or gifts, because he was just ‘thinking of you’ while he was gone. He likes for you to sleep over during thunderstorms because he likes to be safe and know that you’re safe too. You go to doctors' visits with him, more like drag him to the doctors, just because he knows that if he doesn’t know something about himself, you do.

All of it blurs so much that you’ve somewhat completely forgotten how to think traditionally, or maybe you just never knew how to in the first place. Boyfriend? What? No, you’ve got Jamie. But, Jamie’s not your boyfriend, and you’re not his girlfriend. You and Jamie are NOT together, but neither of you ever really talk about getting into relationships either. What do you need a boyfriend for? You have Jamie, he knows every single little thing about you, from basic things like your favorite color, and what movies you like, to the mundane things like how you like your eggs cooked in the morning, and that you most likely get sick around certain times of the month. That didn’t mean that you didn’t recognize that you were attracted to Jamie, oh you were. His hair was always so handsome to you, you loved how he kept it semi-long, and you loved how funny he was. He was your type, or maybe your type was just Jamie, your type was anyone who resembled him the closest.

But it’s was the fear that kept you from taking that next step. It was such a blessing to have someone as caring and loving as Jamie in your life, but it was also scary. What if he didn’t feel the same way at all and just loved you like a sister, what if you screwed it all up? The draw back of having someone so intangled in your very person, nearly as much as you were in theirs, was just that. If something went wrong and things got awkward, how would you even survive without him. You’ve known the warmth of his bed and the comfort of his grip late at night with the rain pouring down like rapids outside the window just a few feet from you. And you’ve known the smell of his kitchen the very next morning when he insists on cooking you breakfast. What would you do if you lost it all? You couldn’t even think about it, so you don’t, you just comfortably bask in the blurriness of the line defining what you two were to each other.

His car rolled to a stop, and he shifted the gear into park, swiftly getting out and jogging to the passenger side door. You’d just learned to not even attempt to open your door, you were often met with it being closed back in your face or you being playfully shoved back into the car just so Jamie could close the door and re-open it for you, some battles you’ve learned to submit in. He opened your door and extended you a hand because the curb was quite steep. After helping you out he walked you up to your door, his shoulder rubbing with yours as you both walked the paved path, his hand finding your lower back again. You pull your keys out and Jamie simply places a chaste kiss to your temple where he stands next to you, taking his hand away from the small of your back and heading back to his car. “Goodnight, *Name*, see you tomorrow,” he said as he got further from you, your keys unlocking your door. Of course you’d see him tomorrow, you saw him every day. “Night Jamie!,” you say loudly as he was already back to his car and you stepped into your house.

In an odd way, you hoped this never changed.

[metalbuckaroo]

Kinktober Day 13: Face Fucking

SUMMARY// "Open up, darlin'."

WARNINGS// oral (m receiving), face fucking, cursing, I think that's it

AU// coach!bucky x f!boxer!reader

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Moodboard by// @samhainduchess

It was nothing unusual for you to stay a little after closing at Bucky's gym.

Help clean up for the next day, order take out while talking PR and when your next match would be.

Even as his large hand pressed against your shoulder to urge you to your knees in front of him in his office at the back of the gym. It was nothing unusual.

Your fingers working at his belt, silently cursing him for how tight his jeans fit as you tugged them down his legs with his briefs. Never ceasing to be amazed at how heavy his cock looked each time you came in contact with it.

"Open up, darlin'." Bucky's husky voice said from above you, metal fingers wrapped loosely around his thick shaft as his tapped his leaking tip to your lips. Precum smearing to them before they parted to allow him to slip into the warmth of your mouth.

He always started out slow, warming your jaw up with slow, shallow thrusts into your mouth. Gradually picking up the pace as he gazed down at the way drool dripped down your chin and onto your shirt.

"Good girl, always take me so well." He grunted, the sloppy sounds egging him on as you moaned around him. His hips rutting into yours mouth as your thighs rubbed together to relieve some of the ache that was building with every relentless push down your throat.

Bucky's heart twisted when you looked up at him through your lashes. Cheeks tear stained as he held your head in place, the look in your eyes nothing besides welcoming as you took everything he gave.

"Look s'pretty like this, darlin'. Mouth stuffed full of my cock-" he choked out a moan when your throat constricted around him, his pace faltering for a moment before you took over.

Your hands gripping onto his thick thighs to keep yourself steady as you swallowed him to the base, pulling back to suck his bulbous head. Slipping a hand up to gently squeeze and tug his sac as you drank in the vulgar sounds he made.

"Goddamn- s'fucking good." He moaned out through gritted teeth, hand clamping down on your hair as his hips rocked forward. Pushing as far as he could down your throat, his cock pulsing with each hot spurt of release as he grunted and moaned above you.

His cheeks tinted pink and chest heaving as you slowly pulled away. Stopping briefly to suck his tip and pull off with an exaggerated pop. A shudder running down his spine.

"Up on the desk, gotta take care of you."

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Benny x fighter!reader has been PLAGUING MY MIND EVER SINCE I SENT THE FIRST ASK ABOUT IT!! There are SO many ideas that are swirling around my head. How does Benny react to them getting really hurt and are on crutches for a bit. How much sex can they have while sparring before the gym owner yells at him. What’s their relationship like with Will and the rest of the guys? sparring tournament between them and the boys? What’s the rest of their relationship like? Lots of cooking, meal prepping and sleep probably. (This isn’t a request per say more just me thinking about them 🥰)

I was going to answer all these questions but then I got distracted by the first one 🤣

Warnings: mentions of injury

When you get really hurt. Fighter!Reader x Benny Miller

Benny knows that your profession is dangerous, I mean you fight for a living. But he also knows that there is safety measures in place to make sure that injuries don’t get to serious. Ring doctors, ambulance crews, trainers, and refs, it’s a pretty standard deal.

But one night the fight gets a little too rough. You’re drenched in sweat and struggling to keep your hands up, swaying on your feet. Benny is screaming for someone to stop the fight but the whole thing is happening in slow motion. It’s not until the other fighter lands a right hook to your jaw and your head snaps to the ground that the whistle is blown. Benny bulls his way past your trainer and is cursing the guy out but you’re already passed out.

They take you to the hospital in the ambulance and Benny sits in the waiting room for the longest six hours of his life. All the boys are there, making coffee runs, and annoying the nurses with their questions but Benny just sits there hollow. Will in the chair next to him, never leaves his side.

When the doctor comes out and tells them they had to do surgery do to some swelling on the brain, Benny can’t stop the bile rising in his throat. He begs to see you and the doctor takes him back after he lies and says he’s your husband. The ring in the glove box of his truck is a reminder of how much he wants to make that true.

He can’t bring himself to come any closer when he enters the room. The wires coming out of your body, the steady beep of the heart monitor, and the slow rise and fall of your chest is all he needs to break down and thank whoever is listening that you’re alive. He stumbles the rest of the way and collapses in the chair, holding tight to your hand and kissing your knuckles over and over again.

He sits there for as long as they will let him, and the whole time you don’t wake once. “Come on baby, wake up,” he begs rubbing your hand over and over again. The nurse tells him visiting hours are over and he goes to argue but she says that you need your rest and he reluctantly leaves your side. The boys are all still sitting in the waiting room and he collapses into their arms letting his brothers support him. They go get something to eat that doesn’t come from a vending machine and go back to Bennys house.

The guys pass out all over the house on the couch, guest room, and recliner but Benny is wide awake in your shared bed. He can’t sleep and when he tugs on his clothes and grabs his keys, Will is up on the couch waiting. The brothers go back to the hospital and sit in the waiting room till visiting hours are open.

One week later your eyes flutter open and Benny has to suck the air back into his lungs when your eyes meet. The boys had been taking shifts staying with Benny and Santi is asleep on the couch in the corner, his snores loud in the silence. “Benny?” your voice is scratchy from disuse and he grabs you a cup of water, cradling your head to help you take small sips. “I’m here baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

He presses the button for the nurse and they come in with the doctor. You fade in and out as they explain what happened to you, Santi waking when they come in and placing a kiss on your forehead. “Hey Slugger,” he teases, “gave us all quite a scare. Especially this guy.” He pats Benny on the back and you observe how utterly exhausted he looks.

“We want to keep her one more night for observation but then as long as she has someone to stay with her, she can go.” Benny quickly agrees saying that he’s taken off the next month from his training and fights. Your eyes widen and you go to argue when he shakes his head no at you. “Well alright then, how would you feel about a little something to eat?” The nurse smiles and you nod watching her go.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Good to see your eyes again, Benny I’ll be in the hall. Do you want me to call the boys?” Benny nods and Santi steps out leaving you alone. His voice shakes and he sits on the edge of the bed, holding your cheeks. “I didn’t know if you were going to wake up. I thought I lost you.” His eyes flood with tears and he bends down placing a watery kiss on your lips. “I love you so fucking much, baby.”

You cry reaching your aching hands up to his cheeks and holding him softly. “Not as much as I love you Benjamin Miller.” He laughs and kisses you again. “I need to ask you something,” he clears his throat and pulls away, reaching into his pocket. “I had this plan to do it all romantic but you almost dying was the kick in the ass I needed to get the balls and ass you.”

“What?” “Will you marry me?” You blink a couple times before your eyes fill with renewed tears and you tremble with a breathless “yes.” The two of you smiling as he puts the ring on your finger. You pull him close and kiss him, neither of you noticing the door opening and three grown men piling inside until their cheers fill the room.

“That’s it brother!” “Get it!” “Congratulations!” You laugh and turn towards the three men, all of them coming over to cover you and Benny with hugs and kisses to your head. “Hey be careful with my fiancé,” Benny teases scolding them, “Santi you already got to kiss her when she woke up!”

You laugh and lay against the pillows hand still firmly in Bennys and smile. The playful banter between these four soldiers, these brothers, your family.

[rigasworld]

Not a request at all but I decided to scroll through ur blog cause "wow why is Lego batman following my alt" and OOO I see an ElasticDroid fic 💥💥🙏🙏🙏

This is absolute cinema lmao I'm tweaking

U know ball fr

Ahhhh thank you diva! Don’t worry I do plan on finishing the fic I’ve just been hella busy 😭

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

I stg i need Benny and his girl sparring 👀👀👀 like?!! This man cannot keep his hands to himself(i ADORE your blog and your imagines btw! )

Thank you sweet anon! I’m glad you like my blog and my writing! Makes me feel good ❤️

Fighter!Reader x Benny Miller

The gym was closed and you bounced on the balls of your feet, as you circled Benny. He wore a shit eating grin as you came out swinging. He blocked and spun moving to land an uppercut but you dodge. You go in for another hit and he bends down, moving to slap your ass. “What the?!” You look at your butt in offense but he just chuckles.

“Keep your guard up, babe,” he teases and it just proceeds to piss you off more. You try to sweep his feet out from under him but it backfires and you land on your back. He quickly straddles your and pins your arms above your head. “Oh come on love, you can do better than that,” he taunts.

You grunt and wrap your legs around his waist and flip him onto the back. You pin his hands and straddle his waist grinding your hips down. He groans and you can feel him harden beneath you. “Come on babe,” you deepen your voice to mimic him, “you can do better than that.”

He laughs and you smile down at him, planting a kiss on his lips. He deepens the kiss with his tongue and you moan releasing his hands and feeling them slide all over your body touching everywhere. “This is much better,” you groan and he flips you again.

“Oh yeah, this is better,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “and this time babe, I win.”