#minor circuit champion

[anotherwvba]

WVBA Minor Circuit Title (SNES)

As I've mentioned before, my artistic talent has little to do with people, but I love championship belts. I'm slowly making my versions of the various belts seen in the Punch-Out!! games. This is my version of the Minor Circuit belt from Super Punch-Out!! on the SNES. The belt in the game has no side plates, but I've added traditional boxing sides that would be used to engrave the name of the title and the champion. The game version didn't have a textured border around the plates either, but I've added those, too, as they are a traditional feature of boxing title belts.

Let me know what you think!

[eloves-writes]

🤍 with Max verstappen. 🌶🌶 pretty pretty please

i really really enjoyed writing this one🫡🫡

song lyric prompt: “oh i’ve never done it, let’s make it cinematic” naked in manhattan ~ chappell roan 🤍

warnings: loss of virginity, sex, fingering, swearing

minors dni

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“you are serious? you haven’t done it before?”

you shook your head.

max looked at you incredulously. he was supposed to be helping you practice different circuits on the racing sim since you were new to the team, but as it had gotten later at the redbull factory, you’d ended up sat on the floor next to the sim talking to max endlessly about your careers as he demonstrated his best laps for you. conversation was easy with him; as intimidating he seemed on track, he was actually very talkative once he got started, and you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t listen to him talk for hours. whilst having a crush on your teammate wasn’t technically against the rules, it felt like a slight misstep, even thought it was practically impossible when max was so fucking hot. after a particularly impressive lap time, he’d remarked that that feeling was ‘better than sex’, and you replied jokingly saying you wouldn’t know, which had lead you here.

“you don’t have the time? you don’t want to?” he probed, apparently more interested in your lack of a sex life than finishing the mock practice session he’d started.

“um, i just haven’t, i guess,” you laughed awkwardly.

“wow,” he replied, raising his eyebrows. “you’re very beautiful, you know y/n. not to mention how talented you are on the track.”

“are you trying to tell me something, verstappen?” you joked, completely unserious and not expecting his reply at all.

“no. i’m … offering.”

your face dropped. “what?”

“there’s no one here. if you want to do it, why not do it with me?”

your brain short circuited. 3 time world champion max verstappen had just casually offered to take your virginity. he had an inarguable point; why not do it with him?

“ok,” you said simply, feeling like a complete rookie once again. you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

he was still in the driver’s seat of the sim, a wanting lust in his eyes. he had found you hot since the first time you got into the redbull car and overtook him on a flying lap, finishing the practice session just 2 tenths ahead of him; he had wanted to fuck you since you got out of the car afterwards and teased him about it.

“come here, schat,” he encouraged, motioning to his lap. you carefully stood up and straddled his lap.

“don’t look so nervous. i’m not gonna hurt you. unless you want me to,” he added with a smirk.

“i don’t think i’m there yet,” you laughed, easing into his lap more. “what do i do?”

“well have you kissed someone before?”

you embarrassingly shook your head; you didn’t think any of your teenage ‘kisses’ really counted towards anything.

“ok,” he said nonchalantly, tucking you hair behind your ear. “let’s start there then.”

he pressed his lips against yours, letting you get used to the feeling before you kissed him back, the movement coming to you instinctively. his hands remained firmly on your waist as he deepened the kiss, with his fingertips gripping you tightly as if he needed to hold you there. it felt like a movie scene, kissing him with such passion as the sunset cast golden streams of light through the large window at the other end of the room.

once you seemed equal parts comfortable and needy, max pulled away. “can i take your shirt off?”

“okay,” you replied. he lifted the redbull shirt over your head, revealing a plain but cute blue bra. you were glad you’d at least worn matching underwear, even if they weren’t particularly sexy. max ran a finger under one of the straps.

“can i take this off too?”

you nodded again. nobody had ever seen this much of you before. he expertly unfastened your bra, slowly taking it off you before throwing it to the floor with your shirt. his eyes darkened at the sight of your bare boobs.

“so perfect,” he commented, mostly to himself, before palming one side with his large hand. he gently pinched your nipple, watching it harden beneath his fingers and enjoying the soft gasp it elicited from you.

“take yours off,” you whispered as he continued to play with your nipples. you tugged at the bottom of his matching redbull shirt so he knew what you meant. he smiled at you before obliging, adding it to the growing pile of clothing. his chest was beautiful, toned to perfection but not too muscled, unlike his biceps that were thick from years of vigorous training. you knew he was bigger than you, but this visual confirmation made you involuntarily grind yourself against him.

he took this as a signal that you were ready to go further, helping you out of your jeans and underwear. you felt completely exposed, but it somehow turned you on even more knowing it was max you were exposed to. you sat back onto his lap, starting to worry about getting his jeans damp from your growing wetness. he placed a hand at the top of your thigh.

“i’m going to touch you, ok?” he said, making careful note of your body language and facial expressions in case you were uncomfortable. that was not the read he was getting; you wanted him, badly, and it was obvious.

“ok,” you breathed, his finger tracing the length of your wet cunt.

“all this for me, y/n? pretty girl.”

you murmured in agreement, completely lost in the moment. his fingers moved smoothly against your clit, making you moan out and place your hands on each of his shoulders to stable yourself as he begun to tease your hole, starting by inserting just one finger and pumping it gently in and out of you.

“feels good, max,” you confirmed, whimpering a little.

“going to put another in, ok? get you ready for me.”

he inserted another finger, your pleasure increasing, especially as he angled his hand so the heel of it bumped your clit as he fingered you. you’d touched yourself before, but having max do it was a completely different feeling and you found yourself releasing onto his hand sooner than you thought.

he coaxed you through your orgasm, telling you how good you were and encouraging you to cum until you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you came with a loud moan.

“you like that, schat? huh?,” he said as you came down, brushing your hair back behind your ears.

“yeah,” you managed. you felt unashamed of how needy you were for him.

he took your hand and placed it over his crotch. even restrained against his jeans, you could feel how big his hard cock was.

“that’s what you do to me,” he said, staring intensely into your eyes. “unzip my jeans, schat.”

you followed his order, unbuttoning the top and sliding down the zipper. he nodded, encouraging you to keep going. he moved his hips up so you could slide the jeans along with his boxer shorts down past his ass and push them down his legs just past where you sat. his cock hit his stomach, leaking a little precum from watching you orgasm minutes earlier. he ran a hand over himself, jerking it to show you that it wasn’t scary.

“can i?” you asked, nervous again. max nodded and you copied his movements, your hands much smaller than his.

“ok, baby,” he moaned, moving your hand away. “gonna make me finish before i even fuck you.”

“what do i do?” you asked again, eager to have him inside you.

he instructed you to place your knees either side of him on the race seat so you could hold yourself up, and lined himself up with your entrance. you sank down onto him, gasping at the way he filled you up.

“ok?” he asked, hands finding your waist again.

“yeah,” you replied. “feels weird. good weird.”

max laughed. “you want to start moving?”

you nodded and brought your hips up and back down again, sliding along his cock. “like that?”

“yeah like that. that’s good, baby.”

you did it again, feeling butterflies in your stomach and pleasure building up. max guided you up and down with his strong hands, never looking away from your perfect face and the expressions of pleasure that were gracing it. as he sensed you getting closer, he decided to help you and thrust his hips upward to match the pace you’d set for yourself, which slammed the tip of his dick into your g-spot and you really realised what sex was all about. it felt insanely good, bordering on too much but not crossing the line. max was getting close too; having his beautiful young teammate bouncing on his dick was really working for him, as he continued his praise of you.

“taking it so well, schat. so pretty, you feel so good,” he moaned.

his words pushed you over the edge, another orgasm washing over you and the fluttering of your walls as you came was enough to push max too, and he spilled out inside of you.

you both went still as you came down from your highs, panting and sweaty, yet each of you thought the other had never looked better.

“that was good, yeah?” max asked as you both re-dressed.

“really fucking good,” you laughed. “i see what i was missing out on now.”

he chuckled as he checked the size of the redbull shirt in his hand to determine which was yours and which was his. he threw the smaller one to you and you put it back on.

“you know, if you wanted to make this a regular thing, i would be happy to do that.”

you looked at him and smiled. “sure. thanks, by the way.”

he smiled back. “the pleasure’s mine, really.”

[reasonsforhope]

do you have any good queer news? I'm a queer person and hearing all the shit thats happening across the world is making me bummed out

I do! All of this is from LGBTQ Nation's excellent good news tag

^Article date: July 6, 2023

"Only two months after its formation, the “No SB 180” initiative had succeeded at making the city of Lawrence, Kansas a sanctuary city for LGBTQ+ people. Last week, in a unanimous vote, Lawrence became the first city in the state to declare itself as such.

Ordinance 9999 bans the city and all of its employees from collecting or releasing information on a person’s “biological sex, either male or female, at birth” and from helping with any investigation, detention, arrest, or surveillance “conducted by a jurisdiction with the authority to enforce Senate Bill 180, as enacted.”"

^Article date: July 28, 2023

"A federal judge has told a group of anti-trans parents to mind their own business after the group filed a lawsuit challenging an Ohio school district’s bathroom policy.

The attempts to meddle do not “pass legal muster,” he wrote in his ruling, saying that the group has no reason to sue.

“Not every contentious debate concerning matters of public importance presents a cognizable federal lawsuit,” Judge Michael Newman wrote, denying their petition to stop the Bethel Local School District’s policy that allows a single transgender middle school student to use the restroom that aligns with her gender identity."

^Article date: August 8, 2023

"The U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), the independent federal agency responsible for administering civilian foreign aid and development assistance, has released its first-ever “LGBTQI+-inclusive” policy since its founding in 1961.

The four-point policy is meant to serve as a blueprint for USAID staff and partners around the world to champion LGBTQ+ and intersex development and the human rights of all queer people through the agency’s work, said Jay Gilliam, USAID’s senior LGBTQI+ coordinator, in a video explaining the policy...

In simpler terms, the U.S. will try to improve diplomatic relationships with other countries by investing in locally-led LGBTQ+-inclusive programs that are shown to positively impact communities in need."

^Article date: August 3, 2023

The U.S. Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit has ruled in favor of three transgender students who were forbidden by their schools from using bathrooms matching their gender identities. The circuit court upheld a lower court’s preliminary injunction that said the schools have to let trans students use facilities associated with their genders...

The case involves three trans boys in Martinsville, Indiana and Terre Haute, Indiana, who need access to the boys’ room at their middle and high schools...

The court took into account the fact that Title IX bans discrimination on the basis of sex in schools that receive federal money, which is most of them. Citing the 2020 Supreme Court decision in Bostock v. Clayton Co. that found that job discrimination against LGBTQ+ people necessarily takes sex into account and is therefore prohibited under Title VII, the appeals court ruled that the trans boys are likely to succeed in their case and that preventing them from using the correct bathroom while the case works its way through the court system could cause irreparable harm.

^Article date: August 2, 2023

^Article date: June 21, 2023

"A federal judge has ruled on the side of trans rights after a conservative group tried to overturn an Ohio school district’s anti-bullying policy.

The national conservative group Parents Defending Education (PDE) tried to get a preliminary injunction passed on the Olentangy Local School District’s prohibition on misgendering trans students. The policy includes students, teachers, and parents and it applies to out-of-school hours and social media as well."

^Article date: August 2, 2023

There's literally a bunch more I wanted to include, by the way! Tumblr just stopped being able to load them. Going back to add a few more in the reblogs now.

I know it feels like everything is against us right now. But I promise you: that is not true. The bigots and bastards may usually be the ones moving faster (in large part because they suck and don't care about democracy or due process at all),

But in the end, we are going to win. I promise.

[elsweetheart]

kitties masterlist 🎀

minors do not interact, ellie + abby luvrs please interact <3

ellie williams

୨୧ my ellie headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ my ellie headcanons part 2 (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie x shy!gf hcs (nsfw)

୨୧ sensitive girl — short drabble

୨୧ beginners luck — dealer!ellie

୨୧ console yourself — clingy!reader

୨୧ mad at eachother headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ good view — drabble

୨୧ ellie x daddy kink (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ herbal therapy — dealer!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ dating dealer!ellie hcs

୨୧ have to have you — dealer!ellie prequel

୨୧ you, me and the strap make three. (nsfw)

୨୧ tear you apart. (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ belong to you. (nsfw)

୨୧ bad batch. — dealer!ellie

୨୧ pretty little lady. (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ three’s a crowd. (nsfw)

୨୧ party fever. — dealer!ellie

୨୧ dealer! ellie x sanrio obsessed gf hcs

୨୧ bff!dina helps ellie help you fluff

୨୧ “i feel safe with you.” ellie drabble (short)

୨୧ ellie x crybaby!reader lazy hcs

୨୧ bambi. — short drabble

୨୧ slow burn. (nsfw)

୨୧ sleepy, crybaby cuddles - short drabble

୨୧ being a menace 2 dealer!ellie - short drabble

୨୧ barnyard beauty — slow burn prequel (nsfw-ish)

୨୧ house of balloons — short drabble

୨୧ countin’ up — dealer!ellie

୨୧ flora. — short drabble

୨୧ lovebite. — dealer!ellie short drabble

୨୧ high tide— ellie x reader x abby (nsfw)

୨୧ shotgun champion. — dealer!ellie

୨୧ i’ll be your honey, if you’ll be sweet- dealer!ellie

୨୧ mean!bff!ellie short drabble

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie

୨୧ all circuits are busy, goodbye -dealer!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie part 2

୨୧ ellie brings home a kitten drabble

୨୧ mean!bff!ellie embarrasses you (nsfw)

୨୧ short prompt - ellie fucking from behind (nsfw)

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie part 3

୨୧ groupchat with dealer!ellie, dina, and jesse

୨୧ what you heard — part one — dealer!ellie

୨୧ texts with dealer!ellie part 4

୨୧ ellie’s journal entries about reader

୨୧ coworker!ellie hcs

୨୧ mean!bff!ellie — back for more. (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie calms crybaby!reader (nsfw)

୨୧ what you heard — part two (nsfw)

୨୧ groupchat with ellie, dina, and jesse part two

୨୧ being a menace to dealer!ellie in the night pt2

୨୧ texts with mean!bff!ellie

୨୧ cats cradle — hybridkitty!reader+ bff!ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ ellie and the popsicle tiny drabble (nsfw)

abby anderson

୨୧ my abby headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ only you. — shy!reader (nsfw)

୨୧ distraction. (nsfw)

୨୧ mad at eachother headcanons (nsfw)

୨୧ burning desire. — daddy!abby (nsfw)

୨୧ what friends are for. (nsfw)

୨୧ abby being a tease short drabble

୨୧ three’s a crowd. (nsfw)

୨୧ in 2 deep. (nsfw)

୨୧ feathers. (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby hcs

୨୧ abby anderson x casual dominance hcs

୨୧ abby anderson x ball of energy gf

୨୧ cockwarming abby drabble (nsfw)

୨୧ abby x clumsy!reader hcs

୨୧ mouthful. (nsfw)

୨୧ abby helping reader with curly hair short blurb

୨୧ breathe.— (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby watches you play a scary game

୨୧ high tide. — abby x reader x ellie (nsfw)

୨୧ abby’s nose — short drabble (nsfw)

୨୧ bratty!reader pushes abby’s buttons (nsfw)

୨୧ feelin’ hot to the touch (nsfw)

୨୧ and i shouldn’t cry, but i love it (nsfw)

୨୧ college!abby helps stressed gf (nsfw)

୨୧ basketball!abby deals with jealous reader (nsfw)

୨୧ basketball!abby and her big hands

୨୧ possessive!college!abby picks you up

୨୧ jealous girl — basketball!abby (nsfw)

୨୧ slutty!roommate!abby (nsfw)

fatherfigure!joel miller

୨୧ what’s the worst that could happen to a girl that’s already hurt?

୨୧ maybe tomorrow you’ll know

♡

[nicolesainz]

kiss kiss bang bang (SV5) - part 2 from “Tricks and champions”

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Author’s note: Thanks to the lovely comments I received from @maverick-mwah the seb one shot will have a second part. I dearly appreciate the love you showed for this fic!

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+, age gap, hints of fluff, major daddy issues, aftercare, taking her virginity, its pure porn!

Summary: After the wild ride you had with Seb, the visits at your house don't stop. Especially when your parents aren't home either. This leads Seb to control you since vulnerability has taken over.

My parents decided to fly away to Spain for the week in order to celebrate their anniversary. It's very sweet that my father still deeply cares about mum after all these years of marriage. That's how all couples should be.

People my age, having an empty house like mine, would definitely use it in order to invite friends and party until very early the next morning. Or get fully wasted with a mix of drinks. Which was my original plan. And yet, I don't really regret how things turned out.

The first night being alone sled by lonely and boring. I ordered some food and had a marathon of The Office, followed by a small concert with all of Taylor Swift's songs. In an empty house, almost in the middle of nowhere in Germany, activities are limited. Or so I thought.

"You need to come to the party. Don't be a buzzkill now." My best friend said over the phone as I was cleaning the mess of a room I have. I usually am up for any available party but I just wasn't in the mood. I would rather drink my feelings away than dress up in uncomfortable heels.

"Sorry bae, not in the mood. Plus, I am feeling a bit unwell. Probably was the Chinese food I had last night." This was a lie, obviously. I was perfectly fine, plainly bored.

"Do you want me to come over? Do you need any help girl?" There's an apparent worry in her voice, which I am trying to dodge very quickly.

"Thank you lovely but I will be alright. Go have fun and text me if anything occurs." I reassure her genuinely touched with her worry.

"I will but if you need me for anything I will rush to you. Take care y/n." We exchange our goodbyes and hang up.

It's a very gloomy day and the house is very quiet. Going to this party was probably my only chance to hook up with someone just to remove Sebastian from my thoughts. Which has become impossible after the ride we had two weeks ago.

After the tricks in the circuit, wherever I look, he is there. Either in real life or in my imagination. I imagine him inside the shower with me, in between my thighs, on my bed.

Literally fucking everywhere.

Last week, at the annual Sunday dinner my family hosts with Sebastian, he was caressing my thigh under the table, as he was casually chatting with my father. It was probably a bad idea to wear that short skirt.

I decide to take matters into my own hands and fully clear out my bed, lay a towel, light up some vanilla scented candles and finish the job by myself so I can take off the thought of Sebastian from my mind.

I put on a complication of his 'dirtiest' team radios where he curses every time either in English or German, dropping sexual hints while he is frustrated.

I plug in my AirPods and put the video on replay until I manage to finish. I put some lube on my fingers and start rubbing it against my pussy. The moment Seb's voice echoes inside my ears, I feel a wave of pleasure taking over me, as slight groans come out of my mouth.

Along with Sebastian's voice, I moan some 'fuck'' and 'shit' as I slide and pump my fingers inside my wet self in a faster pace. My womanhood clenches around my fingers although the desperation in my voice shows how needy I am of Sebastian.

"Jesus Seb." I let out during the thought that my fingers are Sebastian's, pushing me to my limits.

I open my eyes slightly only to be met with a blurry figure of a blonde haired man. I was so obsessed with Sebastian that I was hallucinating.

And yet I wasn't.

He was indeed in the room.

Watching me masturbate with the help of his voice.

I panicked instantly and pulled the covers on top of my body, trying to hide from the feeling of embarrassment and Sebastian's gawking eyes that were scanning me from head to toe.

"So when the cats are away, the mice come out and play. Or in your case, simply come." He jokes around with a massive smirk plastered on his face.

"I-it's not what it looks like, I was, uh" I didn't know how to excuse my actions.

"And yet it so is what it looks like." He rolls his eyes but immediately looks back at me, licking his lips.

"Okay fine, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I have needs but no boyfriend to satisfy me. I would've gone to a party just to release my frustration but better safe than sorry." I don't know why I said all those things to Sebastian but for some reason I open up to him more easily.

Literally and figuratively.

"So it was very difficult for you to think of me, right?" He exclaims but quickly silences himself as the audio from my phone hasn't paused and the cursing is loud and clear.

He looks around the room to see from where this sound is coming from and when he notices I am trying to mute my phone, he grabs it from my hands and takes a lot at the content amused.

"So you were thinking of me. Just not calling me but simply replacing me."

Sebastian kneeled down to my height and removed the covers from my legs. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs and small hints of wetness were apparent. No shame took over me. Which was oddly weird.

"You know I am here for you if you ever need me, baby. For anything." He positions my body right in front of his face, looking me deeply into my eyes with such innocence, yet I knew that none of his following actions were gonna be the same.

"It's not right Sebastian. You're twice my age and a friend of my father's. You are a person I admire, not someone I should be thinking of in that way." That was the moment where I felt truly ashamed of myself but with a few words, Sebastian made me feel like what was going to happen between us is the most right thing in the world.

"Admiring someone doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them or want them in any other way. I know the kind of girl you are, Y/n. You've literally confessed to me your entire love life, pleading for a man that will treat you right and be there for you."

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or smile at his words. I was right there in front of him, spread legs and needy of a mans touch. He barely looked down at my womanhood or removed his eyes from mine. I needed a man who could bring the best of both worlds.

He was right in front of me.

"I need you Seb. Madly. I can't get you out of my head. Help me." I cooed softly, my desperation is clearly showing more than it should.

"All I will ask is, are you willing to let me take care of your need 100% dear? Because there is no going back after that." The fact that he asked me for reassurance and didn't throw himself at me the moment I begged him, proved to me that no man can be like Sebastian.

"I trust you blindly." I put my forehead softly against his and he instantly captures my lips into a soft kiss, full of reassurance, trust and emotion. His hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding against them firmly and climbing on top of my body feeling more of his warmth.

Sebastian's piercing blue eyes focus on the rhythm of my breathing that is being patterned on the mannerism the way by breasts bounce up and down. I can feel myself blushing given that no matter how many men have looked this tensely at me, only he can cause butterflies to my stomach.

With one arm, he removes his t-shirt, revealing a very well fitted 36 year old on whose body I want to lay my hands on and worship like he is a greek god. I softly trace the V-line on top of his belt and the kiss becomes even more tense with a simple touch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He mumbles against my lips as he is trying to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the trousers that are hiding from my sight the hardened erection I caused.

"Then show me." I so easily say, yet I don't know the mix of pain and pleasure I am about to experience because of my actions. Sebastian grunts and with my help, his trousers are on the floor and I can feel against my wet unclothed pussy his erected cock.

Sebastian breaks the kiss and stands up, in the process of which he is picking me up as well. My breathing becomes harder as he takes my top off and now we are semi naked in front of each other. Only a few barriers which in a few seconds are gone. I strap off my bra slowly, revealing my breast to his sight.

"You are beautiful. Absolutely mesmerising. My god" he sighs and kneels in front of me. I am absolutely shocked by what he is doing. I feel his hands holding firmly my thighs and in matters of seconds his lips on my pussy, eating me up like a starved man. His tongue flicking against my clit, sending euphoric vibration at my entire body.

"Fuck, Seb" I moan uncontrollably as he keeps feasting on the juices that are covering my womanhood and his jaw. My fingers tangle on his blonde curls, pulling them slightly as I am trying with all my willpower not to crush his face with my trembling thighs.

My head falls back and my moans become louder and louder as Sebastian slowly removes his his mouth from my pussy and slams it against mine, while inserting his index and middle finger inside my wetness.

"So innocent and yet you're clenching around my fingers like a needy whore." His fingers are pumping inside me in quite a fast pace but just the perfect one to send me into fucking oblivion. My fingers are scratching his back like a wild animal.

"I need to cum, Seb, please." I have never begged anyone for anything in my life and yet, another first time of mine had just been ticked off the box with the help of Sebastian. He applies a bit more pressure to my very swollen pussy, by using his thumb to play along with my clit.

"Then do so baby. All over my fingers." The moment he says it, I release immediately along with a tense groan from both of us. God that felt amazing. Sebastian grabs me back, laying me on the bed, knees weaker than wooden sticks but surely needy for more.

"I need you to be fully sure of what is about to happen darling. Allow me?" My heart drops to my stomach with his words. A few minutes ago he was fucking me with his fingers with such ease and now he is asking for permission.

Best of both worlds.

"There is no man on this earth I trust more than you, Seb. Yes, I am fully aware." I reply with a kind smile on my face, reassuring him that he is the only man I need and want.

His lips connect with mine once more, although this time the kiss was more meaningful than anything. It was me showing Sebastian that I trust him with something so sacred and fragile but something I would only want him to have.

His fingers are toying with my nipples while his mouth is occupied with my neck, trying to leave as many hickies humanly possible. I do not mind at all, though I will need many formulas of makeup to hide his mess.

"Can I touch you?" I quietly ask him as he still was wearing his underwear that were trying to hold on his frustrated cock. I was so afraid of asking him such a thing even though it wouldn't be my first time touching a man.

"Your touch is what I am craving." He grabs my hand and places it on top of his edged bulge that wants to be taken care of. Having his confirmation, I remove the barrier, the boxers, in swift movements, with his cock springing out.

I wrap my hands around his erection, feeling the hints of pre cum on the tip, I spread the minimum liquid all over, pumping him slowly and teasingly sliding him through my wet folds, causing him to moan on the crook of my neck.

"Jesus baby. I need you." He blurts out and my excitement reaches extremely high levels. When I feel Seb's body lowering on me, I remove my hands from his cock and hold on against his butt. In very slow movements, Sebastian slides himself inside me, as softly as he can, whilst I am trying to adjust to his size.

Sebastian has filled me up entirely and my pussy has been stretched to its limits. He tried to play safe at first with slow trusts that would help him find my sweet spot. Tears of exhaustion and pleasure were covering my eyes.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into me, pushing my limits to the maximum and earning multiple moans of his name along the way. The room smells sex. The air smells sex. He and I smell like sex.

"Oh my Seb." I moan as if there is no tomorrow, shamelessly, giving him the satisfaction of achieving to make the first time of a woman better than half of the female's population. Not even better. Heavenly good.

"This is for you. All for you my good girl."

[magicfootballstuff]

Gym Buddies (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: When you rupture a ligament shortly after joining Barcelona, your new captain is there to help you through the long recovery process.

———

You don’t actually see much of Alexia in your first few weeks at Barcelona.

You had been in camp with your national team when the news broke that Alexia would be missing the Euros because of a knee injury, and though you paid attention to the story, knowing that this was an injury affecting a soon-to-be teammate, you had been so caught up in your own Euro preparations that it didn’t actually register what it meant until you actually find yourself in the Barcelona training facility for pre-season.

You meet Alexia on your first day with the team. She welcomes you in accented English and pulls you in for a hug - the kind of polite but awkward hug you get from a vague acquaintance - and then moves away to chat to some of the Spanish girls, leaving you slightly starstruck. You try not to let it show though. She may have a Ballon D’Or and another potentially on the way soon, but you’re a European champion, a very good footballer in your own right, but it’s Alexia bloody Putellas and she has this aura of magic around her, even without a ball at her feet.

And then, when the team start their warmup drills for your first ever training session at Barcelona, Alexia disappears off the pitch for her rehab session in the gym, and you realise it might be a little while longer before you actually get to play with her.

She remains a bit of a mystery, showing her face here and there, though she mostly seems to spend time with the girls who have been at Barcelona with her for years, and she shows up dutifully to every match to cheer from the sidelines, but Alexia is focused on the rehab that keeps her away from the training pitch.

But then, three weeks into the season, just when you’re starting to feel settled and have found your place in a star-studded Barcelona team, an awkward challenge in a match sees you falling badly and being helped off the pitch by the team physios with tears in your eyes. You hope it’s just a sprained ankle, something you can recover from quickly and find yourself back on the pitch in just a few weeks, but the scan the morning after the game confirms the worst - you’ve torn a ligament and will be out for several months.

Having not really spent much time with Alexia so far, it’s a bit of a surprise when you turn up to the training ground for your first session post-surgery, foot strapped up in a plastic boot, and are greeted straight away with a hug from your injured captain.

“We’ve got this,” she murmurs into your ear, her arms still wrapped around you as she holds you close. “Anything you need, I’m here to help.”

“Thank you,” you tell her, squeezing her just that little bit tighter in response.

———

Later, when most of the girls are out on the pitch and you find yourself in the gym with Alexia and a couple of others who are sidelined with minor injuries, she reiterates her support for you.

“Are you okay?” she asks, while one of the physios is writing up your programmes for the day on a whiteboard in the gym - you’ve got an upper body circuit while Alexia will be doing a mix of strength training and low impact cardio.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m fine.”

“No, I mean are you okay? Like mentally?” Alexia taps her fingers against her temple to emphasise her question. “An injury can be tough to take.”

“Oh. Well, I’m disappointed, obviously. I just want to play. But this is part of football.”

“Somebody paid attention to their media training,” Alexia jokes, shooting you a little smirk. “A very professional answer. But you can open up to me if you’re struggling. I get it.” She gestures down at her knee. “Some days I’m really not okay. I love supporting the girls but it’s so hard to watch them and not join in. So if you need someone to talk to, remember I’m here. As your captain and as your friend.”

You realise now why she’s so popular among the team, why everybody who knows her speaks so highly about her as a person off the pitch as well as her obvious talent on it.

“Thanks, Alexia.”

“We’ll get through this. We’re injury partners now.”

“How about we say gym buddies instead of injury partners?” you suggest, gesturing around at the gym that will be your home for the foreseeable future until you get the all clear to go back out onto the training pitch. “Less depressing.”

Alexia grins at you.

“Deal.”

———

“Hola, gym buddy,” says Alexia, hurrying to catch up with you and draping an arm around your shoulders as you hobble into the gym on crutches two weeks into your rehab.

It’s been the hardest two weeks of your career, but you wouldn’t have been able to make it through without Alexia’s constant presence and support. You haven’t known her for long but she seems to know you better than anybody else on the team, she knows exactly what to say, when you need support and when you need space, and is rapidly becoming the sole reason you’re able to get out of bed each morning and motivate yourself to work through the slow progress of your rehab.

“Hey, Alexia,” you greet your captain.

“Ready for another day of hard work?” she asks you.

“I am now,” you joke.

Rehab is hard. And boring, too. You don’t yet feel like you’re actually making any progress, still unable to do any exercises that put unnecessary weight on your injured foot, you’re really just playing a waiting game until the boot can come off and the real work can begin.

“I’m hoping they let me use the bike today for the first time,” Alexia tells you, excitement barely contained in her voice.

“Ale, that’s huge!” you congratulate her. “I’m so happy for you.”

———

Recovery isn’t all good news. You learn that the hard way when your plastic boot comes off. What you thought would be a huge step forward in your recovery actually ends up just highlighting the mountain you have ahead of you. Perhaps naively you thought you’d be able to start ramping up the exercises pretty quickly, but the trainers are cautious and your rehab programme consists of the same old upper body workouts with only a handful of conditioning exercises for your ankle thrown in. Actually kicking a football again seems like it’s an eternity away.

But you’re not the only one who finds it difficult. Alexia presents such a strong exterior, full of motivation on your darkest days and always the one working hardest in the gym to get back to her best, but not even she is made entirely of stone.

You learn that when you go to the bathroom in the middle of a gym session and hear somebody crying in a locked cubicle.

Most of the team are outside on the training pitch, and of those of you doing recovery sessions indoors, all except one were accounted for when you left the gym a moment ago. There’s only one person this can be.

“Alexia?”

The sniffling stops and the subsequent silence that shrouds the bathroom is enough to confirm your hunch that your captain is the one crying in the locked cubicle.

“Alexia, it’s me.”

“I’m fine!” she calls back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

Silence. You want to support her but you’re not going to push it if she’s not comfortable.

“Okay, I’m going to go now but if you change your mind…”

You hear the bolt being slid across and the hinges creak as Alexia steps out. Her eyes are red and puffy and her cheeks glisten with tear tracks.

“I can’t do this,” she confesses, her voice cracking mid-sentence as she tries to stifle a fresh flood of tears.

You don’t know what to say. Alexia, the stoic captain, your rock since you picked up your own injury, standing before you more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her before, and all you want to do is make sure that it’s all going to be okay. But telling her that doesn’t feel right - you know from your struggles with your own injury that those kinds of empty assurances are sometimes the exact opposite of what you need.

Alexia doesn’t need telling that, she needs to know that somebody understands her pain.

“I’m not going to tell you that you can do this,” you start, “but there have been so many times over the last couple of months that I’ve thought that I can’t do this. I’ve wanted to give up, to quit football. Some days I haven’t even wanted to get out of bed. Do you know the only reason why I did get up on those days?”

You pause for effect and Alexia says nothing, waiting for you to answer your own question. You place your hands on her arms as you look into her shimmering eyes.

“Because I know that when I get to the training ground, my gym buddy is going to be there to help me through the day.”

Alexia’s mouth twitches at the mention of the affection nickname you’ve been using for each other throughout your recovery.

You continue, “I’m working towards the day that I get to step out onto the grass and kick a ball around with the person who has saved me from my own worst demons. I want to play football with you. And just like you’ve been there for me, I’m here for you to make sure we get to that day together.”

“I can’t be strong every day.”

“You don’t have to be. But I think the strongest thing you’ve done since I met you is admitting that you’re not okay. I’m here for you today, so let it all out. Tomorrow we fight again together. Okay?”

Alexia throws her arms around you and pulls your body against hers for a tight hug.

“Okay,” she murmurs into your hair.

———

Something shifts after that moment. Before Alexia’s little breakdown, you had thought that it was her who was supporting you through your injury, but now you realise that you’re helping her just as much. You both have difficult moments - setbacks, or days where your return to the pitch seems an impossibly long way in the future - but you learn to read each other. Alexia can tell when you’re having a down day and gives you extra encouragement, hugs and humour, and you do the same when you can tell that she needs it too.

The months pass and the recovery intensifies. Somehow, despite your differing injuries, the timelines start to match up. You’re back running on the grass not long after Alexia, you rejoin the rest of the team for parts of the normal training within a week of each other, and when the time finally comes for you to return to the matchday squad, you and Alexia are both given approval to play again by the physios on the same weekend.

You even get subbed onto the pitch at the same time, when Barcelona are four goals up with twenty minutes left on the clock.

As the official gets the substitute board ready, Alexia’s hand finds yours and she squeezes your fingers. Your turn your head to look at her, to find her grinning at you.

“We did it,” she tells you.

“Yeah, we did.”

There’s so much more you want to say, so much you need to thank her for, because you wouldn’t have made it to this point without her by your side, but this isn’t the moment.

The teammates you’re replacing high five you as they come off and just like that, you’re back on a football pitch for an actual competitive game for the first time in forever.

The stadium erupts into monumental applause, and while you know that the Barcelona fans are mostly cheering the return of La Reina after ten months off the pitch, Alexia makes sure to direct her own applause to you as you both jog onto the pitch, and that’s all that matters to you.

Alexia ends up scoring Barcelona’s fifth and final goal, a free kick from just outside the box, because how else does a double Ballon D’Or winner announce their return to competitive football? As the back of the net ripples and the crowd roars, she runs straight over to you and wraps you in an embrace so tight that she physically lifts you off the ground, and your feet only touch the grass again when the rest of your teammates join the huddle to congratulate their captain.

The match ends not too long after and Alexia once again seeks you out straight away. She puts a hand on either side of your head and looks you straight in the eye, her face cracking open into a grin.

“We’re back,” Alexia says.

“We are,” you agree. “And you scored.”

“That goal was for you.”

You don’t get to respond because the rest of the team bundles into you and you can only watch as they work together to lift Alexia up and start throwing her into the air. Then before you know it they’ve gone for you too, and you find yourself lifted off the ground in celebration of your return to the matchday squad.

You have a brief moment of worry that they’re going to drop you and inflict another injury on you, but then you hear Alexia’s laughter rippling through the air and you feel at ease again.

She always has a way of settling your anxieties, whether she’s trying or not.

———

Some time later, when you’ve showered and changed and the dressing room is almost empty, you look around for Alexia but can’t see her anywhere.

Lucy, who is supposed to be giving you a lift home after the match, nudges you and says, “She went back onto the pitch.”

You turn to look at her quizzically, because she can’t possibly know who you’re looking for.

“What?”

“Alexia. Go on, I’ll wait in the car. Tell her how you feel.”

Your cheeks burn.

“It’s not … I don’t …”

“If there’s anything I’ve learned from my own past injuries,” Lucy interrupts your stammering, “it’s that life is too short to live with any regrets. Go and talk to her. I think you’ll be surprised.”

You don’t say anything but nod your thanks to Lucy, hoisting your boot bag onto your shoulder and exiting the dressing room. You wander back down the tunnel and out to the edge of the pitch. Alexia is nowhere to be seen, but when you turn around, you spot a lone figure sitting up in the stands, surveying the empty pitch in front of her.

You climb the steps two at a time and walk between the rows of seats, before sitting down next to Alexia.

“I’ve been playing on this pitch in a Barcelona jersey for longer than I can remember,” Alexia tells you, keeping her eyes straight ahead. “Every time it’s special. I can’t tell you how many times in the last few months I thought I’d never get that honour ever again.”

You laugh, ready to tell Alexia that she’s insane, because while you had similar moments of worry in your own rehab journey, you never for once doubted that Alexia wouldn’t make it back, but she turns to you and continues speaking.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have got here without you,” she tells you.

“I definitely wouldn’t have done it without you,” you admit. “My gym buddy.”

Lucy’s words ring in your ears. Now is the moment to tell Alexia how you feel, but you clam up at the prospect, unable to find the words to tell Alexia how much she means to you.

Luckily, Alexia seems to be stronger than you, and finds the words you can’t.

“You’re so much more than my gym buddy,” Alexia tells you, reaching across and taking your hand. “You entered my life at exactly the right moment and I’m so lucky to have you.”

You let your fingers tangle with Alexia’s, you heart hammering in your chest as you steel yourself for a moment that seems harder than any you went through during your recovery.

“I’m the lucky one,” you confess. “I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anybody else by my side. You’re more than my teammate, more than my friend. I think I’m falling for you.”

There. It’s out. You finally admitted it. Your heart is out there for Alexia to bruise in a way that will be much harder to heal from than a stupid ankle injury.

But Alexia lets out a deep breath and her mouth curls up into a smile, a look of adoration in her eyes as she squeezes your fingers.

“Me too. I’m so glad you feel the same. I thought I was being stupid.”

“Can I kiss you?” you blurt out.

“Please,” Alexia nods.

You lean in and the moment that your lips touch Alexia’s is even more euphoric than kicking a football again after months of rehab. A memorable day becomes even more special as Alexia reciprocates your kiss, lips moving slowly against each other, a reward and a thank you for months of helping each other through the tough times to get to today.

You pull apart when you’re getting breathless, and though you’d happily spend the rest of the night here, kissing Alexia in the stands at the Estadi Johan Cruyff until long after the sun has gone down, you know you should probably head home.

“I really don’t want to go, but Lucy’s waiting in the car to drive me home,” you tell Alexia, still holding onto her hand as you start your goodbyes. “But thank you again for everything.”

“I don’t think I’m going to forget today for a long time,” Alexia says. “For more than one reason.”

“Me neither,” you agree. You lean in for one more kiss, unable to get enough of Alexia’s lips, before you pull away and reluctantly let go of her hand as you stand up. “See you in training?”

“Or sooner,” suggests Alexia, with a smile that causes your heart to do a little flip. “I’ll text you.”

“I can’t wait.”

[ohshy]

Lay all your gloves on me~

Finally continuing my women’s circuit with Dancing Queen, meaning the minor circuit is now complete !! Watch out for her criss-cross punch and her platforms; she kicks.

Transcript under the cut:

Dancing Queen

Freja Carlson

She/her

45 years old

6’4 ft

215 lbs

13-9 (10 KO)

Jönköping, Sweden

Personality:

Amiable, empathetic, private, soft, genuine, thoughtful, absentminded, dreamy, avoidant

Bio:

A huge fan of ABBA, if that wasn’t already obvious, veteran Queen’s entire gimmick is based on that of 70’s pop and disco. She’s also by far the happiest person of perhaps the entire WVBA, despite being the lowest ranking champion of all circuits. Some even say that she’d be happy, even if she was THE lowest ranked boxer. That’s because every time she gets in the ring, she’s 17 again. That’s just how happy those Swedes are !

[jplopsjournal]

cracks knuckles again Hi guys here's my list of Punch Out Ocs

(Brief Context: Mac's Second Strike is a fanmade concept for Punch-Out!! Wii, in which the opponents from Super Punch Out [with some new additions ofc] would slip back into their careers to face the up and coming Little Mac.)

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Boxer Name: "Wheezer" Real Name: Model-346 Place Of Origin: Amsterdam, Netherlands Height: 5'7 Weight: 135lbs Circuit: Minor Circuit, 2nd place Bio: "The masterpiece of experienced German engineers working in Amsterdam, Wheezer is the first official "boxing robot" ever created. Originally lackluster in personality, he seems to have developed his own over time, based on the behavior of both the engineers and locals in Amsterdam. Thus, he is kind and polite, but prone to temperamental fits and periods of incredible emotional numbness. He can also tend to be incredibly erratic, which more so than not, scares the civilians around him. He is a robot, after all. Able to pick up on boxing techniques faster than any human, he is rather distractible, and his design is far from full proof. He breaks down often, needing the mechanical assistance of the referee to get back in the game. Many say a robot that can feel emotions is a recipe for disaster. But hey, …at least he's not Gabby Jay." Win Record: 4-9 Quirks: Erratic behavior, temperamental fits, sometimes breaking apart in matches Infractions: Overly startling the opponent, he himself being a foreign object

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Boxer Name: "Valentine" Real Name: Valdemar Roshae Place of Origin: Hoboken, NJ, USA Height: 5'10 Weight: 150lbs Circuit: Minor Circuit Champion (Mac's Second Strike) Bio: "The only blind boxer the WVBA has ever hired. Believed by most to be incapable of combat sports, he uses the movements of the air around him (along with his incredible hearing and smell) to best his opponents. His persona is themed around love, and some of his speech consists of him singing, a favored activity of his. However, despite the suave and charming attitude, many say there is a much darker side to him…" Win Record: 9-7 Quirks: Able to quickly sense movement in the air, keen sense of smell, strangely agile for someone who can't see Infractions: Irl you probably can't box in non disabled if you're blind, but besides that all that's against him is intimidation and instigation later in his fight against Mac. You could also get him for not taking the fight seriously earlier in the fight, as he seems very relaxed throughout. (he sings during most of the corner rests)

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Boxer Name: "Heron" Real Name: Heron Acheson Place Of Origin: True place of origin unknown. Found in and lives in Philadelphia, PA, USA. Height: 5'6 Weight: 130lbs Circuit: End Of The Line Fight, like Donkey Kong [Except he has two fights, not one] (Mac's Second Strike) Bio: "Despite his rather petite figure and meek attitude, it's common knowledge that Mr. Sandman's unquestionable talent comes from his tired and true trainer, Heron. With questionable origins and a knowledge for the sport that predates some boxing careers, Heron is both well loved and extremely hated. Seeming to be perfect in every way, he is subject to lots of less than savory treatment, even from some of his fellow boxers. Because of this, he mostly stays close to Sandman, who is willing to defend him from any disgruntled passersby. His perfection and strength stem from a source that no one knows the truth of, and it is rumored that he may be an angel…Not a soul knows for sure." Win Record: 29-2 Quirks: Neck twitches and hangs occasionally, head does weird stuff also occasionally, mimics bird noises, actually has fucking angel wings in Title Defense, angelic luck. Infractions: The whole angel thing is probably illegal. Besides that I think he's fine ____________________

Boxer Name: "Sunday Reaper" Real Name: Edgar Goth Place of Origin: Richmond, VA, USA Height: 5'11 Weight: 167lb. (Some of this is muscle weight, but not all of it) Circuit: Major Circuit Champion. Bio: "A typical looking goth from the populous city of Richmond, boxing is a creative outlet for Sunday, who uses it not only to inspire his writing, but to keep up with his athletic figure. An attractive model and popular beachgoer, Sunday's only breathing love is a mysterious man by the name of Emile, who is utterly obsessed with his entire being. Sunday dosen't seem to mind, however. He's a lover of what he calls the "darker aspects of life", and most of his conversation topics tend to make people comfortable. Despite his love for the darkness, he has an equal love for the light. The spotlight. Win Record: 10-4 Circuit: Champ, Major Circuit (Mac's Second Strike) Quirks: Taunts Mac, recites poetry during the fight, threatens Mac, fake outs moves, has bursts of erratic movement Infractions: Excessive makeup, excessive taunting, threats, hair too long __________________

Boxer Name: "Oleander" Real Name: Lyon Cheng Place Of Origin: Marina Bay, Singapore Height: 5'8 Weight: 145lbs Circuit: World Circuit, 3rd Place (Mac's Second Strike) Bio: "A seductive performing artist from the country of Singapore, it's not hard to tell if you've been visited by the illusive Oleander. To mark places he has visited, he leaves lipstick stains on small pieces of napkin or miniature handkerchiefs, a sign of his prominent vanity. A fan of makeup, flowers, and anything he finds beautiful, he is considered to be much more proud and extroverted than the quiet Heike Kagero, someone he once partnered with. Many speculate that under this seductive sweetness, he is a very angry man, who wants nothing more than attention every waking hour. He'll do anything to have that attention, even if it means poisoning others." Win Record: 8-4 Quirks: Attention hogging, flashy/performative movement, aggravated state when attention is focused on Mac, two moves that inflict poison, sometimes rallying the crowd against Mac Infractions: Foreign objects in the ring, intent to cheat, cheating, exaggerated taunting, crowd rallying that distracts the other opponent _______________

Boxer Name: "Sun Giant" Real Name: Jishnu Kothari Place Of Origin: Gujarat, India Height: 6'4 Weight: 220 lbs Circuit: World Circuit Champ (Mac's Second Strike) Bio: "A humble man, and a powerful boxer from the beautiful beaches in India, as well as the one whom many boxing fans call the "Sun Giant" is no stranger to both loss and victory. He believes that every step of the journey is essential to the power you have as a fighter, and those who try to speed up the process are on the same level as cheaters. Akin to a modern day knight, Jishnu is willing to go out of his way to be kind, even if it means he gets hurt in the process. Loved by many and hated by many more, he believes in equality, balance, and fairness. If he suspects you of cheating in any way…He will be sure to take care of you." Win Record: 16-4 Quirks: Excessive kindness (sabotaging his OWN wins by letting Mac do well if he's losing bad), extreme hatred for cheating (will cancel out any quick KO methods and can sometimes STOP star punches) Infractions: Throwing the match, intimidation That's all I've got PHEW it's over

[punch-out13]

Meet Tammy OC from punch out

There will be slow updates and that I spend so much time but it is pure fun, the logo type is not mine was created by the edge @pulporila all rights for its creator I thank you for giving me the permission to use the logo of the W.B.V.A female circuits

Details of the character:

Name Tamara Pascal (Tammy)

Age: 16 years old

Country of origin: Latin America - Santiago, chile

Records: 20 wins , 20 losses

- Tammy is a young girl of 16 who entered the circuit of the W.B.V.A to become a professional fighter like her father a retired boxer whose appearance we do not know but is very influential in the world of the box

- Tammy is one more rival of Little Mac is one of the few that does not have a hatred towards him if not respect and even sees him as a worthy rival for her and wants more confrontation with him

- It is the youngest contributor of the boxers only after Mac and also that of a little seen record of the same number of victories and defeats that surprises the company and spectators of the world of the fight and show business in general

- She should be on the female circuit with wrestlers of the same sex but they integrated her with the male of the w.b.v.a to explain the reason there are two important factors of this decision, the first was influence of her father demanded that she be in the main and although they are doubting it Tammy herself agrees so she was not forced she wanted to be there and the second is because of her combat skills since Tammy pose a force little unusual in a young girl of her age her punches are equivalent to those of a man so put her on the female circuit just for that detail her that Tammy if he was in the female before.

- From small to presented an extraordinary force which gives her way to be a boxing fighter since she wants to continue with the legacy of her father and keep his last name valid corresponds being the largest

- She was at first on the minor circuit being she light weight but I climb to the biggest with the big ones that of because of her strength with the blows she is only above Aran Ryan but below soda popinski she preferred to stay at that level

- In reality no one measured how much strength Tammy has is unknown to where it is its limit because it seems that the girl will only show a certain level of strength while the other will control it practically she measures her strength to use in the ring as the conspiranoicos and press yellowtail say she would be able to beat the same sadman if she went for champion’s position

- They say that their strength is equal to or greater than the sadman himself but they are only theories his father in the press and the same Tammy evade that issue remains as mysticism.

- She has good communication with most of her peers one of the punch out wrestlers is close to her as she looked after her as a child when visiting the w.b.v.a with her father so for her it is her uncle but not yet reveal who it is ☝️

- Tammy knows most of the wrestlers when she was little so it was a surprise when they saw her one day showing up at those doors and coming in with boxing equipment they thought they were being played on but they remembered that the W. V. B. A are serious people for that kind of thing.

[espers-n-espurrs]

seeing a lot of talk about going on pokemon journeys on my dash right now and, like, damn other regions really have it different than galar.

in galar if you want to take on the main circuit which is the only circuit that allows you to take on the champion you need either connections or money or both to get a sponsor. you cant just take on the main circuit. you can take on the minor circuit but that will never allow you to take on the champion in a champion match setting.

i know not all journeys are about taking on the gyms and the champion but thats what journeys are usually advertised as.

like, ive thought about the idea once i knew i was going to go catch a deerling once i arrived in paldea for school. like, doing it alongside my schooling.

but i guess i just dont see the appeal due to the way its set up in galar.

anytime ive thought about it i feel my wallet start sobbing.

[anotherwvba]

I've decided to draw all of the fighters as they appear in my fic. First up is the Minor Circuit at WVBA Atlanta and that means Glass Joe.

Glass Joe (real name Jose Vasse) is a young Frenchman that started boxing just a few years ago. He aspires not to be champion, but to follow in the footsteps of the legendary boxing gentleman Gabby Jay. Despite his 0-20 record, Joe strives to improve with every fight, trying to earn the same style of "never say die" reputation of his idol. Outside the ring, Joe carries himself as a true gentleman, eager to welcome and help newcomers to the WVBA. Without realizing it, he is slowly earning another of Gabby Jay's reputations, that of mentor.

[epicspheal]

Hi! Congrats on making it through your first year of med school, I know that's hard to do so make sure to take some time for yourself 💜

I wanted to know if you could write something for Gordie? I'll take anything, but please take your time before doing this.

Hi there anon! Thank you so much for the kind words. Medical school has been an interesting challenge to say the least I also have to apologize for the delay in getting to this ask! When I first got this I was like "Oh Great, I'm actually working on a Gordie fic right now and I'll let them see this" Only school and writer's block got in the way So I'm going to bend my own rules for this an actually just do a character analysis for Gordie instead. So here we go... GORDIE NEEDS MORE LOVE FROM THE FANDOM Admittedly, I didn't know much of Gordie because I first played Shield. But since I loved SwSh so much I decided to go back and get Sword and there I actually fell in love with his character. He breaks the mold in a number of ways. Let's start off with his name. In Japanese his name is Makuwa which is the name of fruit called muskmelon (or just melon) which is very similar to Melony's name which is also derived from melon. So that's an easy tie between the two's familial connection. But Melons have interesting symbolism of their own as they represent prosperity, good fortune, and abundance in many cultures. And despite the rift between him and his mom, Gordie has abundance, prosperity and good fortune.

He's a major gym leader in one of the strongest gym circuits to date (minor gym leader if we're talking Shield but that's still huge), he has plenty of adoring fans, and his league card talks about how he's highly suspected of becoming a champion one day. Which is something that I don't see talked about much even in SwSh circles that absolutely should be. One for any trainer to be strong enough to considered a future champion is huge as there's only a handful of trainers who can even attain that rank. Even moreso as a type specialist. As we can see in the list of established champions in the series, the vast majority are multitype trainers with only a handful specializing in one type. And of those who specialize in one type only two of them (Wallace and Peony) that solely use Pokemon of their specialty while the others have at least one Pokemon not of their actual type. Gordie is a rock type specialist where all of his Pokemon are at least partially rock. And let's not forget that of the type specialist champions all of them are either Water, Dragon or Steel (yes Alder could count as a Bug type specialist but he's currently listed as a multitype champion). Rock however is often the specialty of the first or second gym leader on a gym circuit with so far only one trainer (Olivia) being representative of the type in the Elite Four. So for Gordie to be a rock type trainer who is strong enough to be considered a future champion is a huge accomplishment that I think bears mentioning.

Now let's take a look at his team. You can see while he does specialize in Rock types, only one of his Pokemon is pure rock while the others are dual type. The typings not only on the Pokemon but the moves he has are quite diverse allowing him to hit multiple types super effectively and cover 3 out of the 5 rock weaknesses. His team and movesets show he prefers an offensive approach prioritizing speed with Shell Smash, Tar Shot, Sticky Web and Coalossal's Steam Engine. In fact one of his in-game quotes alludes to the fact he prefers quick battles "I'll be bringing my matches to an end in a heartbeat—you'll see. No one who sees them will ever forget me."

He also heavily prioritizes breaking through physical defenses with Body Press and Wonder Room, as well as weather and entry hazards like Stealth Rock, Sticky Web, G-max Volcalith and Tyranitar's Sand Stream. It's a very solid set up that shows why in Sword he's the 6th gym leader challengers face and it shows how this team is very well designed to defeat Melony's.

As I've played through Sword at this point more than Shield (as I've decided for the purposes of cactusverse the Sword line up are canon) as I've gone through his gym, I really appreciate how encouraging he is to the player as they try to avoid the pitfalls in his gym. It's a nice touch to have him do that shows despite the fact he is a strict trainer he does have a soft side.

We know he does get frustrated after losing and unfortunately some people take that to mean he's a sore loser but he's not. Yeah he sulks in his locker and openly talks about his pride being bruised but there have been far better examples of actual sore losers in the franchise and he's not one of them. His fans honestly find his sulking sessions endearing and he even apologizes whenever he loses his cool.

"Sorry to lose my cool... I'll be sure to challenge you again."

And let's talk about the fact that he canonically is very popular and has a large fanbase. As a chubby character that's huge because unfortunately fatphobia exists and chubby characters are rarely portrayed as being popular, desired and highly skilled like Gordie is. Oh and he does backflips too showing his size doesn't mean he is unathletic? There are just so many positive subversions here and it's wonderful to see.

And Gordie cares a lot about his fans. He's stated to take the time to do autographs and meet and greets. He's seen in Twilight Wings opening fan mail in his hotel room. And a lot of what he discusses in Pokemon Masters EX involved him talking about how to best please his fans. It's obvious he cares so much for those who support him and it's heartwarming to see.

Now to get to the main talking point about Gordie...his strained relationship with his mom. I've seen people say that Gordie hates his mom but that's simply just not true! He's frustrated with her for trying to push her training style and preferred typing onto him. He wants to show he can succeed without her methods. But that frustration doesn't mean he hates her and quite frankly it's tiring to see how fandom portrays frustration as hate with Gordie and others. You can be frustrated without hating and I wish people would learn to use that nuance when talking about characters with strained relationships because usually when a narrative wants to display feelings of hatred...it will be very obvious.

In fact when Gordie does talk about Melony it's actually very tame. He mentions wanting to surpass her and how on Pasio the cold nights remind him of her. But nothing that signifies hatred. Sure they aren't on speaking terms but families sometimes go through rough patches. I'm sure at some point they'll begin to mend the rift. But yes, Gordie's a wonderful character that shows how even little details can signify so much. And once again I must say...Gordie deserves more love from the fandom!

[missionel]

punch out pokemon au ‼️

so i realized that punch out wii has 13 opponents (not counting donkey kong) that are divided up in such a way that they could all be opponents in a pokemon game! the minor and major circuits are the 8 gym leaders, the world circuit is the elite four, and mr sandman is the champion! it's too perfect! i've at least decided everyone's type specialties, sooo....

gym leaders (minor & major circuits):

- glass joe: flying types

i imagine joe is not as miserable in this au, since the first gym leader's job is literally to lose a lot to young trainers. he's not too skilled at battling, and became a gym leader by accident. his team is made up of two measly kalosian flying types, fletchling and vivillon.

- von kaiser: rock types

i know herr kaiser is typically associated with steel, but steel types are way too cool to be the type of the second gym. sorry. i imagine his students are his gym trainers. his ace is rockruff, and maybe he uses something classic like geodude as well.

- disco kid: electric types

these moves are ELECTRIC! i think this one is self-explanatory. disco kid is pretty good at battling, at least good enough to secure a spot as the 3rd gym leader, but he also doesn't take things too seriously. his team is made up of pokemon that he befriended first and trained for battle later, with his ace being raichu.

- king hippo: ground types

did i give him the ground type just so i could give him hippowdon? ...maybe. there's not much else for me to say about king hippo... he's just chilling. good for him. i was originally gonna give him the poison type, but i'll be giving that type to someone else. ;)

- piston hondo: ghost types

what can i say? he seems like a ghost type guy. obviously he gets a revaroom, because honda and all that. he absolutely feeds his pokemon only the best of snacks.

- bear hugger: normal types

what comes to mind when you hear "bear hugger" and "pokemon"? obviously it's bewear. that is his ace, without a doubt. he also has a greedent and a snorlax, it's way too perfect! and of course, they all like raw fish.

- great tiger: psychic types

yeah i don't think i need to explain this one. the man has a medicham (his ace) and an espeon. this also fits the theme of psychic gym leaders tending to have psychic powers themselves. do you think it's legal to use your own psychic powers to trip up your opponents in a battle? let's not worry about it...

- don flamenco: grass types

it goes without saying that this man has a roserade for his ace, as well as an equally powerful arboliva. maybe carmen is one of his gym trainers, or perhaps she's only there to cheer him on? and do you think he would acquire a shiny roserade for his title defense fight to match his all-black look?

elite four (world circuit):

- aran ryan: bug types

what an absolute bug of a man. starting off the elite four strong with a not-so-strong type, aran ryan chose the generation 7 bug type vikavolt to be his ace. he also has a shedinja, which sports the electric tera type and the air balloom item in his title defense fight. really? (for non-pokemon nerds, this setup makes it nearly unkillable. it's practically cheating!) aran has a questionable background, and seems to have been affiliated with some shady people in the past...

- soda popinski: water types

mister popinski has a love for both water and ice types, and he's in luck because a good few pokemon are both! his ace is one of those, that being walrein. he also has a lapras. he's quite fond of giving his team the soda pop item as opposed to normal healing items during battle.

- bald bull: fire types

red is the color of anger, and also the color of the fire type, so naturally this angry man would gravitate towards fire types, especially the fire type bull that is paldean taurous. he also uses a magmortar. of course bald bull isn't angry ALL the time, and spends his free time relaxing with his pokemon. warm pokemon give warm hugs :]

- super macho man: dragon types

of course everyone's "favorite" show-off uses what's generally regarded as one of the most powerful types. his ace is a kommo-o, a very cool one at that. (i like smm and i like kommo-o. but it works!) he also has an appletun, which was a gift to him from a certain someone... oh my god, this au lets macho man literally release the beast. amazing.

the champion (mr. sandman)

sandman does not use just one type, as is the case with most champions. he has a gengar and a musharna, for obvious reasons. he also has a crabominable and and a hydrapple. he was mysteriously missing after mac defeated the elite four, but i'm sure he'll come back soon. right?

i'm sure nothing bad will happen ;)

feel free to suggest ideas for this au, i still need to flesh out all of the teams so i am welcome to input :3

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

World building part 1

The time trials

The time trials,also referred to as the super punch Branch, is based around the game super punch out

Lore

After an event the nes and nes arcade characters (expect sandman, bald bull, and super macho man) decided to take a few gap years to focus on their personal lives, however due to the suddenness the wvba needed a way to get boxing back in, they introduced the time trials and picked random assortments of boxers who applied or were suggested by the rookie leagues, even after the wii branch was made majority of the boxers still stay, with the only branch haveing a major turn over being the minor one, they are now considered the time trials due to the lack of rounds.

The roaster

Minor circuit

The French redemption 

Mechanical snap 

Kid quick 

Piston Hurricane

Major Circuit 

Bob Charlie 

Dragon Chan

Masked Muscle 

The black swan

World circuit 

Punch blade

Heike Kagero

Mad Clown

Shark Bite 

Special circuit

Narcis Prince 

Hoy Quarlow 

Rick Bruiser 

Nick Bruiser

Birdie mac

The new characters lore

The French redemption 

Jealous over his sister (Delilahs) boxing career at the fresh age of 20 he join the WVBA in order to top her and make France proud. Now he's 23 with 33 loses and still no wins.

Mechanical snap 

Created by a kid named alice, the mechanical snap was made to show that robots could eventually become human like in anything and was offered as a place holder for the wvba till they found a better 2nd place for the minor circuit, eventually they just gave up and mechy has been here ever since!

Kid quick 

He's back and in style! The infamous kid quick, who was thought to be retired after an incident, has come back read to box! And while he isn't used to the circuits yet he is very excited to catch up with old friends, and dish up some quick wins!

The black swan

Pissed at his cousin bringing shame to both their family and Italy, the black swan vowed to be better at boxing then him, combining a love for ballet and a grudge he was able to replace mr.sandman as the major circuit champion, and mark his words he'll hold the pride till the day his cousin apologizes, or dies, we don't know!

Punch blade

After a horrible accident involving a horseshoe, Punch blade we put on the time trails. We would have better information but uh nobody likes her at all expect Denis (the French redemption) sooo..

Shark Bite 

A Marine biologist who got board of research decided to leave his home in the outbacks one day and join boxing, with his favorite animal being his theme no less! This guys lay back attitude and good nature almost balances out the fact he bites you to stun you! Almost..

He does apologize tho so we have that going!

fun facts

Nick is still mad about not being champion anymore, the other champions include him and his brother because man ain't that impressive to have so many wins and only two losses.

Piston hurricane was going to retire shortly before kid quick joined, but was convinced out of it.

Narcis still does boxing and occasionally gives updates about Andrew ryan (spo aran) to the other boxers.

Narcis was offered to take the place of word champion since being 5th seemed harsh for him, but he declined.

Sharkbite typical speaks in Australia slang. Being the only Australian boxer is hard.

Birdie mac is the cousin of little mac. Both being the nephews of Texas Mac. This rarely gets brought up.

In "a sparklers introduction to the women's league" kid quick is referred to as "kevin". This however was just a name deedee quickly said because he was retired and didn't want his boxer name brought up, his actually name is tomas. Not to be confused with thomas (disco kid)

[joshieretroyosh]

“The NEW Minor Circuit Champion!”

Can you already tell that I LOVE the Punch Out games X3

[wvbaandtheboys]

WOAH MORE BLORBOS!! WE GOT OUR MEN'S MINOR CIRCUIT EVERYBODY!

Teddy Tea Time! Boxing name’s that because he is painfully poshly British, and because of his equally wholesome nature. His real name’s Tripp Goodman, and he comes from Manchester, England, UK! Teddy’s a real angel in the grand scheme of the male boxer line up; he’s just a sweet older gentleman who used to be a fairly popular participant in the theater industry back home. Though he’s elderly and isn’t the best boxer in the world (the Glass Joe of the pack lol), he’s still fairly challenging to fight! With swift movements and a playful way of taunting you with the audience’s swooning for him, he certainly is a beloved character. Age: 62 Weight: 128 lbs Height: 5’5 Rank: #4, Minor Circuit From: Manchester, England, UK Record: 15-50 [4 KO]

Shelly Concheras! Boxing name’s a parody of his real name, cause he’s a sailor. His real name’s Sebastian Contreras, and he’s from Santiago, Chile. Sebastian’s one tough cookie despite being so low ranked, though that may be because he hasn’t been a boxer for nearly as long as the others, joining professionally at the age of 18. He’s… interesting, though. With quick movements and a fiery temper, ya definitely don’t wanna make fun of this little fella. Else he’ll make you sleep with the fishes. Age: 18 Weight: 198 lbs Height: 5’10 Rank: #3, Minor Circuit

From: Santiago, Chile Record: 21-15 [11 KO] Sea Brine! His name is Nikolaos Marinos and he is from Chios (dove on the island but lived in Chios Town), Greece. He is rather popular for his personality of being a graceful and fun loving boxer. Though be wary, he has definitely picked up an annoying gimmick; using water guns. He loves everything water related, and it definitely shows. Though, be wary. You might not want to upset him, else those harmless toy guns might actually begin to hurt. {Funny cause apparently the origin of scuba diving happened in Greece.} Age: 25 Weight: 180 lbs Height: 6’1 Rank: #2, Minor Circuit From: Chios Town, Chios, Greece

Record: 27-36 [16 KO]

Champion:

Majestic Marigold! His name is Duilio Valiente, and he’s from Guatemala. With a heart of gold and a fierce spirit, he’s definitely earned his place of being the champion. Despite being occasionally made fun of for his “odd” fashion choice of scoring a traditional Guatemalan skirt, he makes it well known just how much he loves his country. Don’t mess around with him! Or he’ll show you some serious flower power!

Age: 31 

Weight: 210 lbs

Height: 6’3

Rank: #1, Minor Circuit

Record: 41-24 [31 KO]

From: Guatemala