#boxer!au

[burrotello]

BOXER AU - OFFICIAL POSTER

They’re all not too sure what reward they’re fighting for, but gosh do they love doing it anyway!

[motomamita]

JUST HAD A THOUGHT !

König as a rising underground boxer, with his cute little nurse that comes with him whenever he goes. He lets no one else look after him and all his bandages have cute symbols on it.

Media is all over him and he just can’t help but brag about his cutie patootie nurse that only cares for him, and no other boxer has eye candy like he does.😵‍💫

boxer!könig × nurse!reader

warnings: +18, smut, sex!

you needed money urgently and you were in your last year of nursing. that's when you met könig, who was a friend of a friend of yours and who needed your services in exchange for good pay.

your first meeting with him was in the basement of a bar far from the city, late at night. könig showed up in the locker room, shirtless and wearing boxer shorts. his face and entire body had bruises and scars that seemed to have healed not very well. that's when you knew you were going to have a very hard job there.

in his following fights, könig managed to win and take first place in the standings. After each fight, both received a good amount of money that you shared equally. you spent hours with him in the locker room, cleaning his bloody face and placing bandages on his bruised knuckles. sometimes you got so late that könig invited you to his small apartment, where you took care of him until you inevitably fell asleep in his bed. könig took advantage and pulled you towards him, letting you sleep on his chest.

soon König gained recognition and was invited to fight in the best competitions in the city. both became a team and had to show yourselves as such. now you were wearing a matching shirt and skirt with the inscription "property of könig" on the back, so everyone would know that you were HIS nurse. könig dressed to match you, choosing the same colors of shorts that you choose for your little skirts.

the media began to take an interest in both, calling you "the little nurse" and praising the good chemistry you both had. noticing how your face became worried every time könig received a hit or how you jumped with excitement every time he won, without caring that your panties were visible under your skirt.

you also caught the attention of the other boxers who did not miss the opportunity to look up your skirt or try to talk to you. unfortunately for them, könig was always next to you, hugging you around the waist and growling almost like a dog when any of those sons of bitches tried to get close to you.

everyone understood that it was in vain to try to separate you, you were both there for each other. könig wore a chain around his neck along with a sign with your name on it that he always kissed before entering the ring because, according to him, it gave him luck. and every time he won, he would run up to you to hug and kiss you, not caring that he was dripping with blood and sweat.

dor your part, you massaged his muscles before each fight and even sucked his cock to make him more "relaxed." könig just let you do whatever you want with him just by feeling your skin on his and not going too far away.

today könig had fought the final against another guy, for a lot, a lot of money. in a fight straight out of a movie, könig had managed to establish himself as the supreme winner. the photos of you two hugging and kissing didn't take long, as did the glasses of champagne to celebrate. once the celebrations had calmed down, you took könig to the locker room, you had to clean his bleeding nose and a large open scar on his right cheekbone. but, he had other plans.

"that's it, keep it up.. c'mon.."

könig moaned, lying on a bench, while you rode his thick, sweaty cock. in your hand you still had the gauze with which you were trying to clean his wounds but it was difficult for you to stop in the face of so much pleasure.

at your waist you wore the könig winner's belt and several bills clutched in your short skirt. you couldn't stop releasing on him, feeling how your moisture fell down the length of his cock and wet his sweaty balls. the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust while your clits slapped against his happy trail.

"keep jumping, fuck you, fuck... my little nurse, always taking care of me, huh?"

könig brought his big hands to your breasts, breaking the buttons on your shirt and moving your bra, leaving your breasts in the air. you moaned at the change in temperature and your warm walls squeezed könig's throbbing cock. the breaths and moans of both of you echoed in the locker room as did the sound of your skin colliding.

"come on, make me cum, i know you can..."

he asked, now bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue bouncing his cock. könig couldn't resist and raised his hips, fucking you hard and finishing inside you.

that night you returned home with the prize and with even more energy to fuck until the next morning.

[lunasblunt]

boxer!logan who showers with you after every fight

boxer!logan who lets you watch him train. you sit in the empty bleachers just kicking your feet as sweat trails down his temples

boxer!logan who invites you to afterparties and wanders with his arm around your shoulders, bringing you everywhere he goes

boxer!logan who kisses you senseless in the middle of the ring after every win

boxer!logan who’s cocky to the press. either refuses to talk or pushes their buttons, never giving them straightforward answers. keeps them on their toes.

bonus boxer!logan x model!reader bc helloooooo

[cute-sucker]

note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

please let me know if you'd like to added to the boxer!rafe taglist!!

[laurenashleysparks]

I just think @burrotello's design for Boxer AU Jax is neat!

[0pooleart]

Ok I'm not gonna do this for everyone but I viscerally needed to draw @burrotello's Boxer Gangle so

See my Twitter post for a thread of all their original tweets/artists: https://x.com/robert00poole/status/1789004068095922549

[lvrxly]

thinking about boxer!simon who likes to tease his little trainer...

while simon was typically a silent man, only grunting in approval or irritation as you coached him through different exercises and stretches. Something was different about him today...you didn't fail to notice that glint in his eyes every time you grazed his arms to correct his form. Or the lingering touches against your hands as you spotted for him.

and you knew something was up when he asked you to stay a little later with him at the gym. when he bent you forward and told you to breathe. his large calloused hands engulfing your sides, his thick fingers digging into the fat of your hips through those too tight leggings you wore everyday.

"breathe lovie, youre hitching your breath," he practically whispers in your ear all too sensually.

"I am breathing," you protest, though you were all too focused on not accidentally brushing your ass against his cock, the close proximity of you two making that all too difficult.

"just trust me mama," he growls, his hands wandering from your hips up under your shirt, his fingers rough against the soft skin of your stomach.

he continues up, brushing those already perky nipples through your thin sports bra, causing tiny mewls and whimpers to escape your lips. with a groan from the boxer he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your sweat and lotion.

with one hand cupping your breast, his other snakes down and into your leggings, rubbing you through your...oh?

"no panties? dirty baby..."

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AHH I NEED THIS AS A FIC (might have to write it...)

[vanillacrumb]

Trying not to fall into complete apathy

[spider--bunnyy]

Ragatha fight club AU FanArt! @burrotello

[burrotello]

BADABING BADABOOM

BOXER AU MASTERPOST

INFO CARDS + LINEUP

AI Manager Cards + Bubble

Official Works:

Official poster

Character Card Template

Little Blips:

(Boxer Pomni) First design

BOUNDARIES + Q/A

“Can I draw fanart/OCs in this AU?”

Of course you can!! I’d love to see any and everything you do! There’s complete creative liberty when it comes to that, as long as it’s fun!! Though, please don’t send any OCs in my ask box, they can easily get eaten! Please just tag me in a post so I can see!

“Is it allowed to write fanfics?”

YES! I’d love to see what you all come up with!! Please please send any fan work to me!

“Can I create NSFW for this AU?”

I don’t mind, but please keep in mind that I’m a minor! If you do anything, please keep it to yourself or privately! I should not be able to see it at all, so do not send it to me or post it publicly. Please regulate your space properly!

“Can we make ships for your AU?”

Absolutely!! Go crazy!!

[chairparasitez22]

Just laughing my ass off because of Jax..

I love this Au so much, because Pomni here gives off such a badass move!

I'd appreciate if you go follow this wonderful artist who made this Au @burrotello

[lunasblunt]

wait imagine boxer!logan having your name embroidered into his shorts.

perhaps the way model!reader x boxer!logan finally hard launch is your name sewn into his shorts…….

just a small little dainty font where the end of his shorts meet his thigh, right on the cuff

[cute-sucker]

. ˚｡⋆୨୧˚GENTLE AND QUIET NIGHTS WITH BOXER!RAFE WERE ALL YOU EVER NEEDED. ever since he told you not to come visit him down at the ring, you would wait patiently by the bed staring at the clock. you knew exactly when he was going to come, and when he did you were going to patch him up, you were going to give him small kisses in his lap and then after that, you were going to bed. it was your ritual. in your little nightie, kicking your feet on the bed you waited patiently. but you couldn't help if sometimes you got a little tired, and closed an eye for a few minutes.

until you heard a small creak. it was enough to stir you awake, and you jumped to your feet. swaying just a little (you were so tired), you saw rafe. he was a little bloodied as he closed the door. you watched him and observed the way he jammed the door shut, quietly swearing when it didn't close properly. it was here that he noticed you were watching. suddenly, your giant turned softer, treading closer to you.

"hey baby. you didn't need to stay awake," rafe muttered, and you leaned into his warmth as his rough hand caressed your face, "awh, look at ya."

you drowsily smiled at him, motioning him to sit down on the bed. then he laughed at how sleepy you looked, but listened to your demands.

here you pulled him close, as you climbed into his lap. your voice was a scratchy whisper as if you were letting him into a secret, "i stayed up because i wanted to," then you turned a bit shy tilting away from him, "for you i'll stay awake every night."

"oh damn. way too sweet for me," rafe mumbled into your shoulder and you giggled, pursing your lips.

now this was your favorite part; you would patch him up, gently touching his scrapes and asking if he's okay. rafe would always tell you the other guy looked worse and you'd laugh. then with you, warm and supple in his arms he would tell you how it went. by the end of the night, you'd be pressed tightly in his arms, hearing his heartbeat. and always by the end of the night, rafe would tuck you into bed, swearing that you needed more sleep. and always by the end of the night, two of you would be entwined together, almost as if the two of you were melded together.

as if the two of you were made for each other.

taglist: @vogueprincess , @maybankslover , @spookyscaryspoon , @drewsephrry , @h-------n

ask to be added to the taglist! psst; theres a longer drabble coming out soon

[lovlidollie]

idk if you’ve ever seen the movie southpaw but i’m rewatching it and billy and mo’s relationship makes me think about a boxer!rafe x dollie!reader au, like i’m just gonna link some clips and you lmk what you think but i’m so obsessed

https://youtu.be/QWJdJ4pnMxQ?si=H6mV9dPD-wK4nm_h

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81WQh2e/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81WH6xN/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81WQqY4/

(link 1, link 2, link 3, link 4)

nonnie boxer!rafe never really did anything for me .. but you might have just awoken something ..

dollie!reader is his perfect trophy wife !!!! he’s always kissing her as soon as the referee declares him the winner, reaching through the net to give her a big, fat, sloppy kiss across her glossy lips. she’s always standing there, the best bodyguards money can buy protecting her from the rowdy crowd, expensive dior purse hanging off her arm, with her makeup and hair done perfectly. sometimes he’ll convince her to be the ring girl for his match, just so he has an excuse to show off his perfect baby in front of everyone. she’s the sweetest thing ever :( she always draws the perfect ice baths for him when he gets the short end of the stick, coming home bloody and bruised, n lets him use her body to get all his frustrations out after !!

dollie’s simply his good luck charm ! rafe needs her at every match, needs to kiss her to make sure she’s there yknow? n she needs the same thing :c she always caresses his face before n after, pouting up at him, eyebrows furrowed as she whispers she loves him, that he needs to stay safe (which is hard in his line of work but..) she’s always scared that this match might be his last n more often than not is crying in his arms after a particularly nasty one, sobbing about how anything could go wrong, that he could die. rafe tries to be cocky, gives her that dazzling smirk of his n says things like, “me? die? nah baby — ‘m not ever dyin’” and “quit worryin’ y’pretty lil’ head. lemme do what i gotta do, a’ight? i know when to call it quits.” (he doesn’t but he’s convinced he does, and so, he’s convinced her as well.) some part of him knows that she’s got valid points. if something happened to him, there’d be no one to protect dollie, no one to keep her safe. he shoves it down deep before it consumes him.

all his promises n “don’t worry”s don’t stop the sigh of relief that leaves her mouth when he stands up tall, opponent knocked out on the floor, doesn’t stop the way she’s finally able to breath again, heart pounding so hard as rafe’s sweaty chest heaves. he feels guilty for the way he makes dollie worry, so he treats her after his matches, taking her out on extravagant dates, spending his hard-earned money on her. (he doesn’t understand that dollie would give up all the gifts n expensive dresses in the entire world if it meant rafe was safe.

[an-albino-pinetree]

POV you got hit really hard.

jk

AU credit: @burrotello !

[pastel-peach-writes]

VI WITH A READER WHO FREAKS OUT AT EVERY OITTLE OUNCE IF ATTENTION SHE GIVES THEM

AHHH THATS SO CUTE. I also decide to change this up a bit and made Vi a pro-boxer. Enjoy!

The Fan Turned Partner | Vi x Reader Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Boxer!Vi with a partner who freaks out when given attention.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Uses of the term "fangirl" in a genderless way, Not Proofread, Boxer!Vi, Fan!Reader, Headcanons + Brief Narrative Prose

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– Okay, this reader is giving me fangirl energy.

– Like how the gays of the Arcane fandom go crazy over edits or feral over fanart.

– Before you got together with Vi, you would watch her matches online and arrange watch parties during the season.

– You would deck yourself out in merch, paint her initials on your cheek, and you even got yourself a red jacket to match hers.

– For your birthday, your friend got you tickets to see her in person and passes to her meet and greet!

– Obviously, you were geeked. You were going to see your favorite boxer, and celebrity crush, in the flesh and meet her!

– In the line for her meet and greet, you tried to be civil. You tried not to freak out about how pretty she looked and how she interacted with the kids who came to see her, and you tried to convince yourself that the eye contact you two made was all in your head.

– You were 20th in line. There was no way she could see you from there. As your friend said: "Everyone thinks their favorite is looking at them. It's all a delusion."

– You tried to drill that statement into your head but as you gained proximity, there was a voice in your head telling you that what your friend said wasn't true.

– You two did make eye contact. That smile on the corner of her lips was real and you were the cause.

– When your turn came, your delusions were confirmed. She did look at you. She said it herself.

– "Hey! You've been in line for a while. Thanks for waiting so patiently."

– Uhm, hellooooo. She was totally taking glances at you. How else would she have known that you've been waiting for a long time? Totally not because she can gauge the line's length and the amount of time it's taking her to get through everyone. Totally not.

– Anyway, as you two encountered, (your friend stayed back to give you your moment), your eyes couldn't help but sparkle when you met Vi's. Her gorgeous gray eyes, her pink hair that was way more vivid in person. Even her height. God, her height.

– You were obsessed with it.

– You knew she had to be on the taller side, but even the tallest person in the world looks 2 inches on a TV screen. ___

"Hey, you okay?" Vi smiled at you. Her eyes scanned yours, aware of your starstruckness but also looking for any signs that said you were indeed not okay. She had her hand on the small of your back and you almost felt like palpating. Well, that was until your friend, Hannah, snapped you out of your daze.

"Dude," her voice barked. "You're drooling and other people are waiting." Her tone was light and sweet.

You and Vi shared a chuckle, although yours sounded more embarrassed than hers. "Consider yourself a fan?" Vi gave you a mix of a smirk and a smile. Her hand still remained on the small of your back.

Giving her an eased smile, you moved closer so you two were side-by-side and in frame for the picture Hannah was taking. "You could say that."

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– After that interaction, you could not stop talking about it on the way to your seats.

– You and Hannah gathered some goodies along the way. And even in line for frozen drinks, you couldn't stop mentioning how her wrapped hand felt on your back and how her voice was smooth as honey.

– Hannah could only sympathize so many times before she grew tired of your yapping, but she let you continue nonetheless.

– In your seat and deep into the match, you two raved and cheered for the respected sides. One of Hannah's favorites was competing before Vi's match so it was like a 2-for-1 special.

– When Vi's match did come around, you couldn't help but relish in her confidence and bask in her charisma. How she owned the ring during her intro and how her body bounced against the ring's ropes.

– She was stunning. (Even though you knew that already).

– As she stood on the ropes, smiling and waving to her fans, her eyes found yours. For Vi, it was like time stopped. The cheers of the audience drowned out and all she cared about was making you smile and seeing that sparkle in your eye again.

– She gave you her signature wink with the tilt of your head. To that, you squealed, jumped on the balls of your feet, and waved ecstatically towards her.

– Satisfied, Vi hummed to herself and went on to start her match.

– Now Vi wasn't going to let some cute human distract her from winning this fight. She's met many cute people before and she refused to let them get into her head and make her lose the match.

– Even if those cute people seem to melt and stare at her in admiration at the smallest things.

– Your meeting was only the beginning of a long-lasting relationship.

– Even after months of being together, you still freaked out time to time.

– These freakouts were different than before. They weren't "fangirl" freakouts and instead were smitten, "omg-i-can't-believe-how-awesome-my-girlfriend-is-and-i'm-in-love-with-her" freakouts.

– Like when Vi would rest her arm someplace on your body to lean on you, you would internally freak out because she was leaning on you and she's so attractive when she does that.

– Or another time when she gives you puppy eyes for wanting something you said no to. She'd even stick out her bottom lip and deepen the pout before you groan, cup her face, and express over and over how cute she is before giving in.

– When she calls you "babe", you freak out a little, and even when she cups your face, a tiny squeal comes from you.

– Vi never grew tired of your freakouts or moments of flusteredness. She thought it was cute.

– She had her moments of freakouts too but hid them better than you.

– (I had wayyy more ideas for this originally but they all went out the window as soon as I started writing so abrupt ending! Sorry!)

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