indecisiveasshoe

Khabib Nurmagomedov x Reader

|| Punishment - Pt.1 (Fluff)

|| Punishment - Pt. 2 (Smut)

|| The Photographer Pt.1 (Smut)

|| The Photographer Pt.2 (Smut)

Khamzat Chimaev x Reader

|| That Time of the Month (Smut)

Usman Nurmagomedov x Reader

|| Toys (Smut)

I wanted to say height DOESN’T matter when it comes to MMA, take Islam vs Volk 1 as an example—Islam had a four inch advantage over him, but we saw the closeness of that match.

I wanted to say we could maybe see the same thing applied here but again, this welterweight and NOT lightweight.

Body control is different, weight distribution also plays a huge roll. It makes you wonder how Islam will fair against individuals like Morales or, and this is a big if, Shavkat comes back, not to mention the rest of the roster. Every single one of these fighters are highly dominant heavy hitters.

I’m not quite sure what Islam needs to do from here though tbh, but for certain, his sambo and judo background are his absolute biggest assets. Utilizing that against larger opponents is what we need to see.

In the end though, the statistics speak for themselves, Islam did comfortably win imo. Much more control, and won the close range striking exchange in R2. Ian bruised up Islam with those short jabs and a couple of those body kicks but still.

Islam did a fantastic job overall, it was a dominant performance in the beginning, that kick that he landed was beautiful and the quick punches that followed were great as well. With that said, Ian also did really well, I think he definitely showed Islam a tough fight, and I hope he brings whatever he learned to his next matchup.

Dada won though I’m so happy, cringed so bad every time Ian throw those irritating oblique kicks, I was terrified one was going to properly land 🫠

Usman saying he used to watch Xena warrior princess made my jaw drop, that show is peak, I just know he had a crush on her 😭 (he would know ball, Lucy Lawless is so fine)

Usman Nurmagomedov x Reader

While Usman is toiling away shovelling snow out of the front yard, you discover how the internet has been fawning over your husband through some suggestive video edits and comments. When you get too wrapped up into the wonderful world of thirst traps, your husband begins to wonder where you disappeared off to.

2.3k Words - Fluff and Teasing, Married Couple, Domestic Romance, Caught Red-Handed, Slightly Suggestive.

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It was another quiet day on the remote mountain property where you and your husband, Usman Nurmagomedov, resided. He had been home for a couple of weeks now, taking some time away from his friends and immediate family to be with you. 

At the moment, however, you were happily lounging around in bed while Usman was toiling away, shovelling the incessant snow from the front road. 

You yawned and stretched over the large bed before flipping onto your stomach and opening your phone. Recently, Usman had been garnering more international attention, from both the media and the fight scene in general.

But you had noticed something.

A lot of this attention was on his skills as a fighter, and yet another superb name to add to the Nurmagomedov legacy, the other half was focused much on his looks.

You had to admit, the type of attention on social media irked you slightly.

Watching women fawn over your husband in comments with borderline sexual phrases or just explicit words of lust and desire was annoying, but it also made you feel a tiny bit of pride. 

Here you were, married to him, in his bed while he was tending to your house. A place where it seemed many were eager to be.

Your thumb scrolled down to the next post, expecting to see another new headline on your feed about him or his teammates, instead, something else far more interesting popped up.

It was a video, you’ve seen them before numerous times of celebrities and such. Fans liked to make edits of their idols, but you never imagined your own husband could be so popular that he’d even start receiving some of his own. 

It was a mash-up of Usman, completely shirtless, working out, walking out to his fights, take-downs, and strikes. You stared intensely at the beat-aligned clips, satisfyingly flashing through, closing in on him.

A small unconscious blush began blooming in your face, and you covered your mouth with your hand to try and suppress the flustered smile.

The bed creaked as you rolled onto your back again, you clicked on the comments.

As per usual, it was mostly women raving about how attractive he was. 

His wife is so lucky 

Is he married?

Can I be his second wife?

You giggled like a young girl at these ludicrous statements. You loved your husband, you wouldn’t have married him if you didn’t find him attractive, but these…videos were making you see him in a new light. 

Your eyes glanced down toward the hashtag of his name. Without any hesitation, you pressed it, and the link took you to a page dedicated to content about Usman.

Everything, from his workouts, his videos on America, and cute clips that Javier had taken of him. Not to mention all those delicious video edits fans were creating.

You watched them with utter fascination, eager to share the same infatuation it seemed others also harboured. 

You were so invested in your phone that you hadn’t even noticed that the subject had entered the vicinity. 

Usman breathed heavily, he had just spent about two hours clearing the house’s driveway of snow. Not that he minded, of course, it was a husband's duty after all, but he was a little curious about your sudden disappearance.

Before, you were outside with him, helping him out, and you informed him that you would go inside for a moment to tend to something, then return.

Usman didn’t give it much thought, but before he realised it, half an hour passed, and then another, and then he was practically done with the entire plot.

You were never one to say something and then not do it, so when Usman checked his watch, he was quite concerned about his wife’s whereabouts.  

He shook off his jacket, unleashing a flurry of snow onto the entrance floor. Usman awkwardly tried to kick it out the door and uttered a small curse, knowing he would earn a scolding for it. Ultimately, however, he was more worried about finding you. The young man shrugged off the rest of his winter gear and walked into his home.

A smaller jacket lay on the armrest of the couch. He glanced at it and your neatly tucked boots before making his way down the hall. 

He paused.

Was that…music?

Usman’s brows furrowed in confusion, he wasn’t sure why, but he opted to silently creep closer toward the source. The sound grew louder and louder till he was standing in front of the closed oak door of the bedroom.

This was where it was emitting from, it was muffled but definitely audible, and it kept looping. Without anything further prompting him, Usman pushed the door open to be met with you scrambling to toss your phone under the pillow.

You pushed yourself up to meet the utterly confused eyes of your husband. “Usman! You’re done?” You asked nervously, sitting on your legs. It was quiet for a moment before he began stepping closer to the bed.

Your face was obviously quite flustered, and your hands were trembling.

The sound of your heart pounding so loudly thumped in the tips of your fingers to the hollows of your temples.

How could you have been so dense as not to hear the one hundred and sixty-five-pound fighter down the hall? You were so enamoured with these stupid videos that it had taken away all of your senses.

You silently prayed that he, at least, didn't see the phone being shoved underneath the pillow. “What…were you just doing?” Usman questioned instead, observing your demeanour. Your appearance was dishevelled, and it only made him even more suspicious. 

“Nothing, I was just tired. I was cleaning the room and felt dizzy, so I went to lie down!” You rambled as you stood on your feet. That didn’t quell any of his displeasure.

He closely watched as you flung some laundry over your arm. “Is the driveway clean? Sorry for leaving like that. Come on, I’ll give you some tea to drink,” you continued to usher.

Perfect, this didn’t seem odd at all.

You ignorantly thought you were home free when you glanced back for a moment to see if he was following. Instead, your husband was at the back of the bed, and half his hand disappeared under the pillow. 

Your eyes shot open, and you dropped everything and ran over. “Wait! No! Usman, please don’t open it!” You begged, trying to grab your phone. He kept it high above your head, looking between it and your frantic face.

What the hell could be so horrible that you were this desperate to keep it away from him?

It was no use, you cursed your husband’s height for once, watching him as he clicked in the password. Your heart dropped, and a deeply embarrassed pang in your stomach grew as the screen opened up to the last thing you were watching.

Usman fully believed that you were having an affair. What else was he supposed to assume from the way you were trying to climb him to retain the phone? His heart braced itself for the absolute worst-case scenario, so imagine his surprise when a video of him shirtless popped up.

“Oh my god…” You groaned, crouching down and burying your face in your hands. “What is this?” He mumbled as Usman finally brought the phone closer, squinting his eyes.

It was the music he was hearing as he had crept closer to the room. This is what you were looking at?

It was an edit of him, in the cage, breathing heavily, with some very suggestive music accompanying him. He himself had never seen such things, his fingers hovered over the screen as the video played on, and he automatically moved to the comments. 

Sure, he had seen some interesting things people had said, but this was a whole new level of insane. He glanced at the filled red heart button beside some of them and instantly bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hold back his laughter. 

“Ya Allah, malyshka, this is what you were so scared about?” He questioned, turning to look at you on the ground. You flat-out refused to let him see your face.

He actually found it endearing to see how his normally strict and composed spouse was so utterly embarrassed.

Even in mentally demanding events or high-stakes situations, he would never see you break, so this was quite a treat for him. You were on the ground, nervous and so adorably flustered that he caught you looking at your husband.

He decided to mess with you a little bit.

Usman dropped down to his haunches, closing the distance between you until he was hovering right in front of your still concealed face.

He didn't pull you up, rather, he rested his elbows on his knees, holding the phone out in front of his face like he was reading a bedtime story, but with a wicked, teasing glint in his dark eyes.

“So…” he began. His deep voice suddenly being so close to you made your stomach flip, you refused to let him see your face in such a state, try as he might to get you to come out. “You leave me alone for an hour…and spend it scrolling through this?”

He tapped the screen, scrolling through the feed you had been obsessing over just moments ago. He found a particularly bold comment, the one that had made you giggle earlier, and cleared his throat theatrically.

“Listen to this one, malyshka,” he grinned, his eyes flicking from the screen to your hidden face, then back to the text. “I wish he could submit me, we could tackle all night.” 

He paused, taking in the absolute mortification he was getting from your body language.

You notably stiffened, tightening your arms around your face further. Usman let that hang in the air for a moment before he nudged your shoulder with his free hand. "And you liked this one, hmm? Do you agree with her?"

“Shut up, Usman…” you groaned, your voice muffled in your own choke. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now, you couldn’t believe he was doing this.

He scrolled down further, his thumb pausing on an even more explicit comment: “Congratulations to whoever gets to have him in bed every night.”

“Oh my god, be quiet,” you squeaked. “You liked this one though!” Usman protested, he knew exactly what he was doing. Out of pure spite, you finally let your face escape from the refuge of your arms, now, he could properly see the effect he was having. “I was just curious!”

“So why’d you like these? Hm? Do you want me to tackle you all night?”

His last comment made you shoot to your feet, but your husband remained crouched on the ground, his gaze following you as you stood up.

The wildly amused smile he wore didn’t fade, it just grew more smug seeing how angry you looked. 

Your mouth opened to curse him out, but at the second your lips parted, he stood up and cut you off into a kiss before the first protest could be vocalised.

Usman held back a laugh, feeling you angrily squirm and resist his romancing, he wouldn’t let up that easily. “Usman!” You yelled, keeping a straight face was getting difficult. 

He kept his grip ironclad around your waist, it wasn’t like you could out-wrestle him. “Ugh! Usman– go away!”

Your pride and embarrassment were all too powerful to let him get his way. “Or what? You’ll report me to the moderator?" He chuckled against your neck, ending an unhelpful shiver straight down your spine. 

Suddenly, his hands snuck beneath your thighs and effortlessly hooked under them to lift you right off your feet. Your hands flew to his broad shoulders for balance as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

"Usman! Put me down!"

"You liked the comment about tackling, malyshka," he murmured smoothly, carrying you the short distance back to the mattress without missing a beat. "I’m just being an attentive husband."

"I didn't say that a random girl did—”

He didn't even let you finish. With a low laugh, Usman tumbled both of you onto the bed, landing directly over you and trapping you beneath his heavy frame.

The skillful fighter managed to gather both of your writhing wrists above your head, holding them securely with one hand against the pillows.

"Look at me, malyshka," he murmured.

The transformed register forced your eyes open. All his initial playful mockery felt like it had dissolved. This was not going your way, as much as you wanted to be mad at his insufferable teasing, your resolve was slipping.

He leaned down until his forehead rested against yours. His free hand snaked under your sweater lazily, no rush, Usman had proven himself quite adept at teasing of all magnitudes.

His warm palm slid up over your ribs, thumb tracing the lace edge of your bra before finally pulling the fabric of your shirt up, inch by inch, until it was bunched above your chest.

The cold lasted only a second before your husband shifted his weight to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He dragged a slow kiss up the line of your collarbone, taking a soft nip of skin between his teeth. "Usman..." you breathed, your nails digging into the back of his hands.

Zabit my dead wife I mourn you every single day. He has such a calm and relaxing vibe + he was so fun to watch, the potential muse for my next fic cause I’ve lowkey just been binging all his fights and old content. I miss him but I’m glad he seems to have found a nice peaceful life