#ivan drago x reader

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I've practically been stalking your old ivan drago content and saw your imagine prompt for being Rocky's younger sister and having a crush on Ivan, can you IMAGINE the idea of you, being Rocky's younger sister, seeking ivan out after his life changing loss because you know what that means for him? Just being soft and understanding because even though your brother won (and there's a good reason as to why that's the appropriate ending cough cough) you feel the need to offer a shoulder and comfort ivan because you see him for what he is, the product of having to please such a demanding regime? Maybe it's just my penchant to see big strong antagonists and want to hold their face in my hands lol (like iceman, my beloved)

Gah dammit now I wanna write about this!!!!

(No seriously tho I love this, I have daydreamed about it so many times, just needed someone to convince me to write about it! But I'm doing this as a headcanon instead of an actual story because I don't think I can properly get across what I want to get across. Which is why I never wrote about this despite fantasizing about it.)

Headcanon/Preference # 28

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I'm randomly coming back to this request because I saw it in my drafts, and I'm dabbling with a few pieces with Dolphs characters again, so I wanted to finish this one. That being said, I've actually got a story I'm working on based loosely on that imagine, it's got a fun little twist to it though. So keep an eye out for that, and I apologize this took so long, but that's honestly kinda just how I roll. 😅 ALSO this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think you'll enjoy it regardless! MY BAD!

☓Before the fight☓

☭ So before the fight you'd only seen Ivan on the TV screen. But even then you could see him for who he really was. And apparently you were the only one who could, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

☭ You more or less threatened your brother to take you with him to Russia. And he of course tried reasoning with you, but you'd made up your mind, and he wasn't going to change it.

☭ Rocky was of course worried that the cold might get to you, so he made sure you were bundled to the nine every single day. It was sweet, but a little annoying at the same time. And you had to admit the cold was definitely harsher in Russia than Philadelphia, and that was saying something.

☭ But despite the cold, and the harsh glare from the locals, you found yourself enjoying the landscape scenery.

☭ You helped to encourage your brothers training, and despite having lost your old friend Apollo to him, you couldn't help but find yourself enamored in a way with the Soviet boxer. A fact that you kept under lock and key.

☭ You wondered most nights what would happen in the end. What would happen to Rocky if he lost? What would Ivan go through if he lost? There was just so much at stake, and you couldn't decide who you wanted to come out victorious. Well both of them if you had it your way, but you knew that wasn't an opinion.

☭ You often replayed the fight he had with Apollo in your head. You'd seen how Apollo's theatrics effected him, and how unbothered he'd been by Apollo's taunting. How precious he was, and how powerful.

☭ It made you worry for your brother, but you knew he was one tough son of a bitch. You'd been there for every single one of Rocky's fights after all, even back when he was fighting in shitty clubs.

☓During the fight☓

☭ You were sorta like Rocky's coach at this point, well maybe not coach but rather his hype-man, always had been. So you were with him when he went out to the ring, and beside him in the ring.

☭ You had to admit, seeing Ivan up close for the first time... Jesus he was huge... And very intimidating with his cold expression. Queue your curiosity and worry both spiking.

☭ You shook hands with his team, per the typical routine, and when you were about to turn and leave the ring. You found Ivan staring at you, making eye contact, and maintaining it for far longer than you probably should have.

☭ Rocky noticed your hesitance, and gently bumped his shoulder with yours, knocking you out of your stupor. You offered your older brother a small smile, and he gently bumped your chin with his glove, drawing a proper smile from you. Which in turn made him smile.

☭ He didn't even notice Ivan had been staring at you, or that Ivan continued to do so as you left the ring. But the announcers? The fans? They noticed. So around the world people wondered if maybe it had been a bad idea letting you go to this fight.

☭ Before the fight started, you stood beside the ropes in Rocky's corner, and made good on tradition. Resting your foreheads together you said a prayer and wished him luck, smiling when he kissed the crown of your head before breaking away.

☭ All throughout the fight, you found yourself feeling rather queasy, you'd never experienced that before during any of Rocky's fights. You knew subconsciously because it wasn't just because of your worry for Rocky.

☭ You realized pretty quickly into the fight, that far more was riding on Ivan winning than Rocky. For Rocky if he lost, he would have been humiliated, and failed in avenging Apollo... But Ivan. You knew he would suffer far worse if he lost.

☭ You didn't have to speak Russian to know that his entire life would be determined by the outcome of this fight. If he won he'd be a hero, like Rocky was back home. But if he lost, odds are he'd loose everything he's come to know. How perceptive of you.

☭ Often you'd find yourself looking to Ivan when they were separated for a short break. Almost always finding him already staring at you, his expression dark and furious. Which admittedly made you a little nervous, but you didn't feel his frustration was directed at you.

☭ By the time they were both bloody and exhausted, you were on the brink of tears. And both men had noticed. Rocky trying to comfort you as best he could during his breaks, despite the fact that his state of mind was more important. (Something you kept reminding him about, but he didn't care. He's a good brother.)

☭ Ivan did nothing but watch, wondering if you were afraid for your brother, afraid for himself, or if perhaps you were afraid of him at this point? A series of thoughts that only confused him, and distracted him more than he'd care to admit.

☭ When Ivan picked that man up by his throat, you found that the tears had finally escaped, rolling down the apples of your cheeks as he shouted in Russian. His eyes found yours in the commotion, and he was certain he'd gotten his answer to his earlier ponderings.

☭ Little did he know you were crying for him, not because of his actions.

☓After the fight☓

☭ The crowd had boomed with excitement, and many people rushed the ring to celebrate with Rocky. You had watched as Ivan was led out by his team, and you didn't think twice about following them.

☭ When his team realized you'd followed them, they tried to shoo you away, but then Ivan noticed it was you, and barked at them to leave in his native tongue. Perplexed they complied and left you alone in the locker room.

☭ "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his accent think and heavy, like honey to your ears. "I..." You were at a loss for words. "I'm not sure... I-." He scoffed at you before turning away, looking at himself in the mirror, and glancing at you through it.

☭ "I guess I just wanted to see how you were... If you're... If you're okay." You tried to make sense of the way you felt, you knew you were drawn to him, you just didn't know why. He simply kept watching you through the mirror as you fumbled adorably over your explanation.

☭ But what you said next really caught him by surprise. "Your hands... Are your hands okay?" You'd asked, now looking at him through the mirror, he turned to you with confusion evident on his expression. No one ever asked if his hands were okay after a fight before, not even his wife.

☭ "I'm usually the one that mends Rocky's hands after a fight... Are your... Are your hands okay?" You explained yourself, taking a tentative step towards him, freezing in place when he stepped towards you.

☭ "You are afraid of me." He stated. "Not exactly." You quickly defended yourself. "I'm not afraid of you... I'm anxious around you." You added, thinking he'd accept that response. "What is the difference?" Ivan argued, watching you approach him.

☭ "My heart is racing, but it isn't because of fear." You tried to explain, feeling incredibly sheepish, especially considering you knew he was married. "I know fear... And you do not inflect fear in me." You added, sort of hoping he wouldn't understand what you meant.

☭ Thankfully he did. "I feel it as well." He admitted in a soft tone, not wanting to startle you as you gently unwrapped his wrist wraps. He noticed how you flushed at his confession, it made him smile softly.

☭ You tended to his busted up hands with a gentle touch, more gentle than he's used to. And by the time you'd finished, he couldn't help himself and he kissed you.

☭ It was tender the way he tilted your head back with his index finger, slowly leaning in to give you the opportunity to turn away if you wanted, but you didn't turn away.

☭ It's probably the most wholesome moment of his life, and yes I'm taking into account the birth of his son Viktor.

☭ You were just so sweet, peering up at him with big doe eyes. Foreheads resting together you both forgot about the world around you, if only for a moment.

☭ Ivan just wanted to wrap you in his arms and stay that way forever. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you, but he had been enamored with you long before you even knew about him.

☭ Granted you had just been a face on the screen of his TV, but that didn't stop his heart from fluttering at the mere sight of you. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps you were made for eachother, separated from eachother across the world.

☭ After what felt like hours the moment was ruined, because down the hall you could hear Rocky calling your name, probably worried sick about where you'd disappeared to.

☭ "I have to go." You whispered, despite not wanting to. "I know." Ivan murmured equally saddened. "Until we meet again." He added before giving you one last kiss, breaking away and leaving right before Rocky barged in. His heart shattering in his chest, as he knew you'd probably never see eachother again.

☭ "There you are!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief, and practically fell into your arms. He never questioned why you were in Ivan's locker room, and he never questioned why you'd run off like that. (He had a feeling he didn't want to know.)

☓Years later☓

◈ You hadn't seen him since his fight against Rocky. And you wondered if he'd even recognize you anymore. Or if you'd even see him that is.

◈ You knew about his son, and his determination to fight Adonis Creed.

◈ What you hadn't honestly expected, was for him to show up your brother's restaurant, atleast not unannounced.

◈ "Rocky we need-" You cut yourself off as you laid eyes on him, he looked even more handsome than you'd remembered. Frozen in place you jumped when Rocky touched your arm.

◈ "You okay?" He asked with a soft expression, wordlessly pulling you into a hug when you nodded your head yes.

◈ "(Y/n)." Ivan had approached you both, and you could tell Rocky didn't trust him. "Hello Ivan." You smiled softly, those old butterflies from before fluttering around in your belly.

◈ You'd secretly been sending letters to Ivan for years, and while you sent them religiously, you only ever received a handful in return. Not that you minded, you understood, better than anyone.

◈ "Still so beautiful." He mused as if Rocky wasn't standing right there, his hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek bone. Rocky was quick to put himself between you and Ivan of course, ever the protective brother.

◈ "Rock." You placed your arm on his bicep, gently tugging at his arm, a reassuring smile on your face when he turned to look at you. "It's okay." You reached up cupping your brothers cheek, smiling as you felt him relax under your touch.

◈ When you looked to Ivan again, you asked him if he would like to take a small walk. Rocky immediately tried arguing against it, but you assured him you would be fine, and he listened to you begrudgingly.

◈ "You look good Ivan." You'd mused as you walked side by side, just the two of you, as he'd made Viktor wait in the car. "I've missed you." He admitted, making you smile. "And I've missed you." You found it funny that he could still make you blush.

◈ "I kept all of your letters." He added in a soft tone, again making you smile. "Yeah?" You stopped walking and he turned to you, taking your hands in his. "Of course." He smiled.

◈ "You were always on my mind." Ivan murmured quietly before wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. You quickly wrapped your arms around his large shoulders, your right hand coming to rest against the back of his head.

◈ "You know... I never married." You mused thoughtfully, hoping he wouldn't think you crazy. "I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else." You added when he pulled back from the hug.

◈ "I would have given anything to have you by my side, helping me raise Viktor." Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on his fantasy. "Want about now?" You wondered aloud before you could stop yourself, and Ivan smirked.

◈ "You would want that? Want me?" He asked with a small smile, adoration shining in his eyes. You cupped his face between your hands, pulling him down to your height so you shared the same air. "It's all I've ever wanted Ivan." He visibility melted into your touch.

◈ Needless to say the world was shocked to see you by Ivan's side, and even more so when you announced your engagement. Rocky tried to "reason" with you, claiming it was a rash decision. But you told him about everything, the moment you shared with Ivan in Russia, the letters, and the way he made you feel, the way he'd always made you feel.

◈ Rocky came to realize your love for Ivan, was like his love for Adrian. He knew you never really dated, or let yourself get attached, especially after his fight with Ivan. And despite his past with the Russian, he supported you (warning Ivan about what would happen if he broke your heart like any good brother would.), and he attended your wedding of course.

[apollostears]

MORE THAN A FRIEND [ a. creed ]

↬︎ movie: Creed

↬︎ warning(s): swearing

↬︎ pairing: Adonis Creed x black!reader

PLOT. adonis realizes that you’re more than just a friend to him.

*gif not mine*

For as long as you’d known Adonis Creed, you had never seen him so conflicted and plagued by something in your entire life. This fight against Drago, an indirect enemy, was eating away at him. Whether he chose to acknowledge it or not.

You could see it in the way he fidgeted more and how he blew up at Rocky for just trying to help. As a friend, you knew better than to try and make him see reason. But as a best friend, you would be remiss if you didn’t at least say something.

But that wouldn’t be the only reason why you’d say anything; you loved Donnie, more than a friend should and for the past eight years it had only gotten worse. Now, with this fight against Drago, that love was growing stronger and it fueled your desire to reach out to him.

So, that’s why you’re here...at his apartment, cooking his favorite meal before addressing the touchy subject.

“Did you want more?” You had asked him, getting up from his expensive table to put your plate in the sink.

Adonis had just finished scraping up the remnants of his third helping before he shook his head. “No ma’am. I eat anymore and this whole place finna smell like fart city.” He joked, putting his plate into your outstretched hand.

You laughed because it was true. Adonis always got gassy after eating too many carbs and his flatulence never failed to fill an entire room.

Placing the dishes in the sink, you got started on washing them. You were stalling at this point and you were sure Donnie would reprimand you at any moment for washing the dishes when you could just slide them in the dishwasher.

“Now you already know what’s coming. I have a state-of-the-art dishwasher at your disposal. Use it ma.” Adonis’s voice came from behind, his cologne strong.

You rolled your eyes and handed him the drying towel. “You keep relying on these machines like the world won’t turn into iRobot.”

“Ah hell, here we go again with the damn robot shit. You watch too many movies.” He scolded you, knowing your habit of connecting movies to real life.

“Ight, keep on. Will Smith will not be here to protect you.” You sucked your teeth, fighting the urge to giggle at your own ridiculousness.

Adonis grunted, hitting you with the slightly damp towel. “Will gone need me to protect him. Get it right.”

“Not if you fight this Drago kid.” Was the last thing you intended to say, but it came out anyways and obliterated the playful atmosphere.

Your body tensed as you saw Adonis continue to dry the plate he had, but with more sharper movements. “D...it wasn’t supposed to—”

“I was wondering when you were gonna say something. Is that why you cooked my favorite meal?” Adonis had cut you off, his tone the same but you knew he was fuming inside.

A sigh escaped your lips as you rinsed the rag out and rested your hands on the edge of the sink. You had thought out everything you were gonna say tonight, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Adonis, just hear me out. I’m not here to reprimand you or—Adonis!!” You had raised your voice in shock as you watched the man storm out of the kitchen. Drying towel on the counter and long forgotten.

“Nah y/n! I don’t wanna hear nothing that you have to say! You supposed to be my friend, not my girlfriend!” Adonis had spoke to you sharply and more louder than before.

You expected him to be a little reluctant to hear you speak, but he tried to completely dismiss you. Shut you down before you could even speak. Now, you were a little ticked off.

“As your friend, you should know better than to assume that I wouldn’t say anything. You’re right, i’m not your girlfriend but I damn sure am someone who cares about your wellbeing!” You argued, moving to stand in front of his sitting form on the couch.

Adonis tsked and stretched out on the couch. He looked at you with harsh eyes, a hardened look on his face. “Soundin a lot like Balboa. Take that shit somewhere else.” Once again, he tried to dismiss you.

Keyword: tried.

“Balboa Donnie? You’re really up your ass with this one. Rocky and I want what’s best for you. Rocky knows firsthand what it was like to fight a Drago. He isn’t saying that you can’t do it, he’s saying that you shouldn’t! Why? Because your hard headed ass is doing it for the wrong reasons! Ivan could give two fucks about a clean fight, he wants you destroyed and if he has to use his son to do so, then so be it. Get that through your fucking head!”

“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think i’m not aware of what Rocky went through all those years ago? What he did for my dad? I can’t let this man continuously talk shit about my father, mocking his death like he’s proud of it! I can’t y/n!” Adonis’s voice crack at the end of his passionate response told you everything that you needed to know; he was hurting.

A silence had washed over the room, Adonis now sitting up and his elbows on his thighs as he buried his head in his hands. Soft sobs ran through his body and you knew he was truly upset.

“Adonis...” You whispered sadly, your eyes full of sorrow.

You understood now, why he wanted to fight the Drago kid. Why he wouldn’t take Rocky’s advice or your own. It was for his father.

Your legs acted quickly, moving to straddle him so that you could comfort him. Sensing your presence, Adonis moved his arms and wrapped them around your waist as soon as you had found purchase on his lap.

“D, I support you. I will always support you. I love you so much and you’ve been apart of my life for so long, that I worry about you whenever you get like this. If this is what you want to do, then i’ll be by your side for the whole thing. Win or lose.” You reassured, cradling his head against your chest.

Adonis’s heavy body finally relaxed under your touch and a deep breath was released. “That’s all I need. Just you by my side and i’m sorry for snapping like that.” He apologized, finally coming to his senses.

But you didn’t care about that. The way he spoke to you sounded like he wanted you. More than a friend...

Trying to play it cool, you sucked your teeth and lightly pushed his head. “Mannn I was not stunting you and stop talking to me like i’m yo girl.” You chuckled, albeit anxiously.

With a lift of his head, Adonis leaned back and kept his hands firmly at your sides. Squeezing them periodically as you peered down at him, your braids forming a curtain of privacy around you two.

“What if I want you to be my girl?”

The air subtly left your body and you were thankful of your deep chocolate skin for not giving away your true feelings. “Haha, very funny.” You fake laughed, mocking feelings of laughter because that shit wasn’t funny.

“Do it look like I’m laughing? Why is it hard for you to believe me?” He pressed, showing no signs of taking back his statement.

It shocked you that Adonis was being legit, finding it hard to grasp on to the fact that your best friend felt for you the way you did him.

“I—huh? I mean come on, you just went from making it a point to say I’m not your girlfriend to wanting me to be? Make it—“ For probably the third time that night, you were cut off.

Adonis’ lips caught you by surprise, they were the cause of you not being able to finish speaking. Your mind raced to come to terms with what was happening; Adonis Creed was finally kissing you. As quickly as it happened, his lips were gone from yours before could think about kissing back.

“You overthink things entirely too much.” Adonis pointed out, childishly smirking.

Flustered, but no longer embarrassed, you rolled your eyes with a grin and linked your arms around his neck. “Cut me off again and see what happens.”

The threat went in one ear and out the other as Adonis leaned forward again and brushed his plump lips against yours.

“Yeah, aight.” He said dismissively before kissing you again and this time, you were ready.

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

What We Have (4)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and coming along on this messy journey, I hope you enjoyed!

Word Count: 2,206

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Amara sat on your lap and rubbed her chubby little hands over your belly. She giggled as the babies kicked against her hands. Whenever she babbled to them, they kicked in response.

Adonis came out of the bedroom and sat across from you. Bianca grabbed your niece and went into the other room, so the two of you could have some privacy. Although he seemed to be okay with the thought of you and Viktor after the match, he'd been actively avoiding you.

You gave him his space, but it was almost time for you to give birth and you needed your big brother.

"Hey," you said awkwardly.

"What's up?" He greeted.

"I'm due soon, so I was just wondering if you were going to be there."

"I don't know. It depends on if I have anything scheduled," he shrugged.

"Really, Adonis?"

"I don't know what you want me to do."

"I want you to be there for me the way I've always been there for you. I need you and Viktor to put your differences aside for the sake of these kids."

He was silent. Of course he was being stubborn, it was in his nature.

"You know what? I'm scheduled to deliver in two weeks. You'd better be there or the second they release me, I'm coming for you." You stood to leave.

You weren't gonna argue with him. It wasn't his place to run your life. These two families were now connected whether he liked it or not. You said your goodbyes to Bianca and the baby and left.

"I can't see anything, Viktor. What are they doing?" You asked.

You were on the table and numb from the meds they’d given you for your c-section.

"You want me to look? I can't look." He said.

"Relax momma, everything is fine." You heard your doctor say.

Viktor kissed your forehead and held on to your hand.

"Baby boy is here," you heard her announce.

You could hear his tiny cries. A nurse set him on your chest and you kissed your baby boy's tiny little cheek. She took him away to get cleaned up.

"Alright, momma, we've got number two on her way."

You couldn't keep the tears from falling when you saw your daughter. She didn't cry, but her eyes were wide open.

"She's tough. Like you," Viktor lightly ran his finger over her hand.

They took her away to get cleaned up while the others worked on getting you stitched up. You were already drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Rest, printsessa, we will be here when you wake up," he said to you as your eyes slid closed.

When you opened your eyes Viktor was right by your side. It took you awhile to come to, but when you finally did, he kissed you.

Your nurse wheeled you to your room and brought in the babies shortly after. He helped you hold your hungry fussy baby girl. After you fed her your son was ready for his turn.

Soon after both babies were settled and fed, your mother came walking in with balloons. She gave you a hug and said congratulations to both you and Viktor.

You were smiling, but every few seconds your eyes would cut over to the door to see if your brother would make an appearance.

"Look at you two," your mother cooed down at the twins. "Hi, Anya. Hi, Creed. I'm your grandma."

You decided to enjoy your time with your mother and not stress about it. You'd be in the hospital for at least a week and this was about celebrating the life of your kids. Who just happened to be born on your father's birthday.

Viktor kept his distance. He watched as your mom snapped pics of you while you weren’t looking and listened to the way she spoke to you. It made him wish that he had the opportunity to share this moment with his own mother, but Ivan was flying in tomorrow and he’d share it with him. Just as he had every other special moment in his life.

"Viktor, come over here, so I can get one of all of you," your mother waved him over.

He was hesitant at first, but he walked over and picked up Creed while you held Anya.

"I don't really think that I should be taking photos right now, but do I look okay?" You asked him.

"You look beautiful," he said and kissed you at your temple.

Mary Anne snapped a photo. A perfect unplanned moment of the four of you. She may not be very fond of the thought of you and Viktor, but he made you happy and that's what was most important.

After taking the pics, Viktor went down to the cafeteria for food.

"He's not coming is he?" You asked your mother once you were sure he was out of earshot.

"I don't know, sweetheart," she said honestly. "But don't worry about your brother. He'll come to his senses and then he'll feel ridiculous for missing such a wonderful moment."

"Damn, I'm a little late and y'all talking about me."

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Adonis walked in with Bianca and Amara right behind him.

You smiled, but the tears that were in your eyes still fell. You quickly swept them away.

"Wow, you look a mess."

"D!" Bianca pinched him.

"I'm just playing," he grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot.

You were all talking and laughing when Viktor walked back into the room. Everyone looked over at him.

"Oh, um, I will come back later," he quickly turned on his heels.

He knew how much you wanted your brother there, so he was willing to stay out of the way until they left. He just wanted you to be happy.

You nudged Adonis. "I can't walk, so you have to go get him."

"Why me?" He scrunched up his face.

"Mommy..."

"Adonis," she gave him that look.

He didn't argue. He left the room and jogged a little to catch up with Viktor.

"Aye, man, hold up," he stopped beside him. "I know we have our problems, but today we're celebrating. Let's agree to leave our issues in the ring."

Adonis put his hand out for a handshake. Viktor looked down at it and then back at him.

"Look, I can't go back in there without you. I am literally afraid of what they will do to me," he laughed.

Viktor couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and took his hand. The two men brought one another in for a hug.

"Your mother is pretty scary. I didn't want to take picture today, but I was too scared to say no."

They both laughed as they headed back to the room.

"How do I look?" You asked Adonis.

"Terrible." He told you without hesitation.

"Donnie," you whined.

"I'm just playing," he laughed. "You look beautiful and I really wish dad was here to see it."

"Me too," you inhaled and exhaled.

"You ready?" He held his arm up.

"Ready," you grabbed on.

The two of you left the room and walked to the double doors and waited for them to open. Two weeks after giving birth, Viktor proposed to you. Of course you said yes, you loved him and didn't want to spend your life with anyone else.

Now, 8 months later, you were getting ready to walk down the aisle with your brother at your side. You made sure the photo of your father along with the charms on your bouquet faced outward. He wasn't able to be there physically, but you found a way to have him with you.

The doors opened and everyone stood. You walked down the aisle and smiled. Once you finally reached the altar, Adonis took his place beside you instead of sitting after giving you away. Your brother was your first best friend, so he was your man of honor.

You were so excited. Being surrounded by your closest family and friends as you married the one man in the world that you probably should've stayed away from. Although your relationship had caused a little friction between you and your family, you'd do it all over again for the end result.

"Maybe we should just bring the kids with us?" You said to Viktor as he held the car door open.

You were heading to a hotel that you'd be staying at for your honeymoon. You looked behind you at your mother and best friend holding the twins.

"No, we haven't had alone time since the kids were born," he said firmly.

He had agreed to go on just a weekend getaway since the thought of being too far away from them for too long made you physically ill. You thought you'd be okay, but the separation anxiety was getting the best of you again.

"They're gonna miss me."

"Look at them, they are fine," he lifted you up and put you in the passenger seat of the truck. "Seat belt," he instructed before closing the door.

When he came around to the other side and got in, he could see the tears in your eyes. He sighed loudly.

"Hey, the kids will be fine. If they need us we will be close, but you need a break."

You nodded in agreement. You did need a break and you wanted to spend time with your husband. You took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

Once you got to the hotel, you were feeling a little better. You couldn't wait to get out of your dress and relax a little.

"Babe, can you unzip me, please?" You turned your back to him.

Viktor slowly undid the zipper and kissed your shoulder after pulling it down. He trailed the kisses up your neck.

"Stop," you forced yourself to say. "I bought something for you. Sit down and get comfortable. I'll be right back." You ran into the bathroom and started the shower.

After 15 minutes, he was knocking on the door.

"Do I need to come in there?" He yelled through the door.

He was disappointed when he twisted the knob and the door was locked.

"I'm almost ready," you yelled back.

A few minutes later, you peeked out of a crack in the door. You saw Viktor stand up when he heard it open. You walked out with your robe closed tight.

He looked at the black strappy heels you wore and then up at the robe. He tugged on the belt just a little and watched the soft fabric come undone.

His jaw dropped and he got an instant hard on when he saw the lace yellow baby doll set. He circled you as he took it all in. Like a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He kissed your neck.

Your eyes shut. He hadn't kissed you like that in two whole months. You'd both agreed to no sex the last two months before the wedding. You'd read in a relationship column that it makes the wedding night even more special.

Viktor argued in the beginning, but you were adamant, so he agreed. And tonight he fully intended to make up for all the lost time.

He pushed your thong aside and dipped his thick fingers inside of your slick core. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your back. 

He turned you to face him, “Fuck, printsessa, I don’t think I can wait,” he picked you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed, laid you down and stood over you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, suddenly feeling self conscious under his stare.

“Nothing. You look beautiful. Perfect.” 

He slowly pushed inside of you. You gasped loudly as your body adjusted to him. 

Damn, I’ve missed this. You thought to yourself as he rocked in and out of you. 

He lifted your leg and put one foot on the bed. You grabbed at the sheets as he drilled into you without mercy. 

"Fuck, baby, yessss!!" You screamed as that familiar pull started in your belly. 

He put his hand around your throat and watched as you bit into your bottom lip. 

"Aahh, fuck!" He growled. He was close to his own climax. 

Your eyes rolled as your walls contracted around him. He choked you harder as he coated them with his seed. 

You dug your nails into his wrist as you started cumming again. Nobody else but Viktor has ever been able to make your body do that. 

He gently put your leg down and leaned over you, so he could kiss you. You tried to wiggle from beneath him, but he held you in place. 

"Come on, we need to get cleaned up," you giggled as you tried to push him away. 

"For what? You will just get dirty again," he planted sweet kisses on your neck. 

You felt him growing hard inside of you. 

"So soon?" You questioned. 

"We've waited 2 months for this night. I hope you're ready." He said, before he turned you over onto your stomach and entered you from behind. 

END

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[dc41896]

The Flu

Another quick idea I had that I wanted to write about 😊. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Viktor Drago x Black Reader

Warnings: None

“Vik, it’s time to wake up. You gotta take your medicine.”

Stirring from your touch, he slowly sits up but not before letting out a bark like cough that you could hear rattle in his chest.

It was currently day two of him having the flu, so there was no real change in his symptoms yet. You tried to explain how that could happen sometimes to Ivan when he called earlier to see how his son was doing, but of course he said it was because the medicine wasn’t going to work and how you didn’t need to listen to the doctors.

“Fight through with exercise and let run course. This is the Russian way,” he informed, to which you politely said you’d keep the suggestion in mind if what you were doing didn’t work.

“And after you take these pills, you need to take this too so your cough can go away,” you instruct handing him the small cup of cough syrup, causing him groan.

“Why not pill for cough?”

“Because this is what the doctor recommended as the best to take,” you answer as he hands the medicine back.

“I’ll be fine, it’ll go away.”

“It will, but if you take medicine it’ll go away quicker love. Plus you don’t want it to get so bad that you have to go to the hospital do you?”

Hearing the word “hospital” seemed to quickly change his opinion as he downed the syrup in one gulp. Not without scrunching up his face in disgust after though and making you giggle.

“Alright shower time! Do you think you’ll need help?,” you ask helping him out of the bed and leading him to the bathroom.

Lightly shaking his head, he takes his arm from around your shoulders to clean himself up. “You don’t have to stay, you’ll be sick next.”

“I’ll be fine, plus the doctor gave me medicine to take too so my chance of getting sick won’t be as high. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me Drago.”

Standing on your tip toes, you kiss his cheek causing him to softly smile as he turns to run the water.

———

Gently placing the tray of soup on his lap, you slide into bed next to him and cut on Netflix to watch a movie. Holding his hand, you snuggle into his side as he eats his food.

“How are you feeling?,” you ask looking up at him.

“Better, still weak,” he answers, taking a break from his soup to drink some Gatorade. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, you know I’m always here for you. Plus I’m sure Ivan would not be happy if he found out I didn’t do anything to help and you ended up in the hospital getting a shot or-”

“No shot,” Viktor quickly replies, looking down at you.

“It’s ok, you won’t need one since you’re taking care of yourself,” you answer sitting up, rubbing his back as you kiss his shoulder.

“Good. I don’t like needles.”

“Yea I can tell,” you softly laugh followed by Viktor doing the same as he looks down in his bowl.

“Big scary boxer afraid of shot doesn’t look the toughest huh?”

“It’s normal to have fears Vik, and just because you have them doesn’t mean you’re not tough. In my eyes, you’re still the big, scary boxer that I love.”

Turning to look at you, he smiles before leaning down to kiss your forehead as you wrap your arms around his waist, returning to your cuddled position within his side.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Viktor. But next year though, we’re gonna have to get a flu shot to avoid this from happening again.”

Letting out a low groan, he continues eating his soup as you rub his abdomen, happy to be with your teddy bear of a boxer.

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[stargirlfics]

Do you remember the LikeFamily! Story? I wanna now how are these 3 (reader, Viktor❤️ and Ivan) spending quarantine together?

I do remember! That was one of my favorites to write!

Here’s the link to Like Family (Viktor Drago x Reader) if you wanna read! And the steamier second part Risky Business

Honesty I feel like all three of them would be kinda forced to bond more. Now that Ivan has kinda warmed up to idea of reader and Viktor being together it’s slowly like he’s talking to the reader more and they watch movies together and it’s just even more wholesome.

They all have dinner as a family now and it used to kinda be awkward cause neither Ivan nor Viktor are very talkative people but reader gets them to open up especially during quarantine, it’s like her mission to do so!

Going to the gym isn’t a thing anymore so Ivan and Viktor set up a little home gym as best they can and reader likes to watch them work from the comfort of her couch!

And of course, all those late night steamy fuck session with reader and Viktor are a must cause now he has more time with her and he for sure isn’t gonna let that go to waste

[fumbling-fanfics]

MASTERLIST...

My ASK - Feel free to send anything :) FLORIAN MUNTEANU (x Reader)

- Flo being gentle with Virgin s/o - Toothbrush

- Silk Pillowcase - Part 1/1

- Red Dress - Part 1/2

- Red Dress - Part 2/2 - tbc

- Wait for it - Part 1/? - Deja Vu - Part 1/? - Calling Florian Daddy and he likes it - Mini - MBJ is your brother and Florian takes you on a date - Keep warm with Viktor Drago and Florian Munteanu - Mini - Florian and Virgin Reader Mini Fic’s/Pic Fic’s - Bump into Florian at an Event - Photo Fic - Wedding - Banter - Thundering Dad Voice - Red Shorts - Part 1 - Red Shorts - Update - Red Shorts - Small Edit Imagines - Disneyland with Florian (please check notes for additions from other people) - Imagine being at a Wedding with Florian - Sleepy Drunk Florain - Imagine being at a Wedding with Florian - tbc Picture Asks - Date with Florian - Valentines Day Date - What Savage Fenty Set Would You Wear For Florian - What Pictures Would You Send To Florian - Going on holiday with Florian and your daughter - Cuddly drunk Florian

10 facts about Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu, the Romanian star of “Creed II”

VIKTOR DRAGO (x Reader)

Home - Part 1/3 Home - Part 2/3 (Smut) Home - Part 3/3 (Smut)

Gravity - AUViktor Drago NSFW Alphabet - Part 1 NSFW Alphabet - Part 2 SFW Alphabet - Part 1 SFW Alphabet - Part 2 - tbc SFW Alphabet - Letter L

Burnt Offerings - Part 1/1 (Smut) Untitled Piece (Smut)

Balanced Breakfast - Part 1/1 Fold Clothes - Viktor Drago X PregnantReader Fold Clothes - Viktor Drago x PregnantReader - Part 2 Viktor with his child - Headcanon

Asks

- Viktor teaching you to box and things get heated

- What would Viktor be like with his child - Headcannon

-  Bathtub Sex w/ Viktor

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 1

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 2

- Viktor & Unprotected Sex - Viktor Proposing to Girlfriend - Viktor’s Girlfriend Meeting Ivan - Is Viktor a Virgin? - Viktor is Frustrated/Angry & Reader Gives Him a Blowjob To Relax (SMUT) - Reader (poc) is Pregnant with Viktor's Baby - Part 1 - Viktor Meets Reader’s Parents - Viktor Staying with Reader - Rough Sex with Viktor (SMUT) - Cuddling with Viktor - Waking Up Viktor - Helping Viktor Look After Sick Ivan (SMUT included) - Viktor Introducing His Girlfriend to Ivan - short - Viktor finds out the reader is pregnant  - Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago

FLORIAN CALENDER

- First edition

- Second Edition - Topless

- Third Edition - Holiday

- Fourth Edition - Viktor Drago

LEWIS TAN - Bobby the Security Guard - Den of Thieves Security Guard x Reader - Part 1 - Bobby the Security Guard - Part 2 - Lewis Tan getting his love bites from the reader covered up while on set

PABLO SCHREIBER

- Sleep first - fluff/flirting - Pablo’s insta story - mini - Daddy’s girl - Attagirl - Imagine Pablo Schreiber spotting you at Comic-Con while you're doing a press conference for your hit series - Pablo remembering names of trees because you often have sex outside on hikes - Pablo being charming on FaceTime - short - Pablo fucks you in a museum - Pablo wearing you down by just looking at you - Calling Pablo Daddy - Pablo doing squats with his kids - mini - Sucking s’more off of Pablo’s fingers - addition to what @crushed-pink-petals wrote - Zeeko: sex after work. Pablo: sex after workout

RAY MERRIMAN - Ray fresh out of prison and goes to his old girlfriend to make up for lost time - Ray cuts his hair short and the reader really likes it - Ray helps the reader who is in an abusive relationship - Part 1 - Reader works on a job with Ray Merrimen and sleeps with him after - Implied blow job - Jealous Ray - Mini - Soft Ray - implied domestic violence situation

- Helping Ray out of his tac gear - gif fic - Finally saying yes to Ray asking you out - gif fic - Part 1 - Going on a date with Ray - gif fic - Part 2 - Gif prompts

WYATT RIVERS - You demand Wyatt Rivers (Pablo’s character in Thumper) stops selling your brother weed

ZEEKO ZAKI & PABLO SCHREIBER CHRONICLES - Zeeko: sex after work. Pablo: sex after workout

ZEEKO ZAKI - Zeeko showing off his hoodie - ‘Accidentally’ teasing Zeeko after you got your nails done - Being bratty with Zeeko - Mini - Calling Zeeko Daddy and he likes it - Zeeko Zaki hand kink - Zeeko hittin’ it real slow - mini fic - Throwback Thursday with Zeeko Zaki - implied smut - Zeeko in an FBI vest - mini - Cum undone - Being pregnant with OA Zidan’s first chid

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OA ZIDAN - Sex with OA after he’s had a long hard case - Finding OA Zidan asleep in the living and making him come to bed - OA Zidan keeping you warm - mini - Being pregnant with Oa’s first child -

- Threesome with Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan and Pablo Schreiber

MICHAEL KELLY/DOUG STAMPER - Jealous Doug - Doug Stamper HC VIKING BJORN - Reader stumbles upon Bjorn and Ubbe - gif fic - Part 1/? MODERN BJORN - Bjorn Gif fic - Dating Bjorn

BENNY MILLER - Sunday Dinner - Benny Miller - Part 1 - Benny Miller - Preview of Part 2

Keanu Reeves - Implied Smut - Morning sex - mini

BUCKY BARNES - The New Black Widow 

OTHER WRITERS ETC

Recommendations

Melainmarvel Celebrity Fic Recs - Michael B. Jordan, Henry Cavill, Trevante Rodes, Winston Duke, Additional Florian Munteanu, Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Keanu Reeves, Chadwick Boseman, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, Jake Gyllenhaall, Harry Styles.

[stripper-patrick]

Adorn👊🏽 Viktor Drago

Song: Adorn- Miguel

A/N: HOW TF DO I GET WORD COLORS LIKE YALL USE FOR PRIDE😤

Warnings: angst (reader and father), smut, fluff

Relationship: Viktor Drago x black plus sized reader

“What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve overcame” I ask

“Um facing my fears what about you?” Viktor looks at me. We’re both laying on my bed in a deep conversation. Something we do a lot.

“Accepting myself I never thought I was pretty and I just said well it costs too much to pay for how I really wanna look”

“Y/N” I look at him “you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. I see the way you look at yourself and your stretch marks but I need you to tell me your beautiful I really want you to feel it. Tell me”

“I’m beautiful” he smiles and goes back to looking up at my ceiling.

“What’s your biggest fear?” He asks

I hesitate for a moment “losing you”

“Why?”

“Because you keep me sane” I smile. He grabs his phone and checks the time “shit”

“What?” We both sit up

“I have a match tonight and I’m gonna be a little late my dads gonna kill me but it was worth it”

“Go head”

“Will you come?” He asks

I hesitate again. I don’t like seeing my best friend specifically being beat up.

“I understand if you don’t”

“I’ll think about it” he nods and stands up. I hug him and walk him out the door.

“Bye” he waves. I wave back and watch Viktor walk off.

I close the door and sigh. It’s a big night for him but he knows how much I hate seeing him hurt. It gives me anxiety.

I groan and go to my bathroom turning on the shower water.

...

I look in the mirror at my outfit. I fix my hair and walk out the door with my keys and purse in my hand.

I drive to the venue and get through security.

I walk to his dressing room remembering from the first and clearly not the last time I was here

I knock on the door and Ivan, his father opens it. His face hardens and he says something to Viktor in Russian. I roll my eyes and open the door all the way seeing Viktor suited up in shorts with some dark blue and a little bit of lavender but no gloves on.

“I’m so glad you came you look good” he smiles

“Thank you” I blush

“What is she doing here” Ivan says

“I’m here to support him” I’ve tolerated his shit long enough. He hates me and thinks I’m a distraction for Viktor

“He doesn’t need your support”

“And I don’t need to explain myself any further to you or YOU” I yell pointing at his father and mother.

Viktor yells in Russian and his parents leave the room leaving us alone.

“I’m sorry maybe I shouldn’t have came” I’m about to turn away but he grabs my hand.

“Please I need you Y/N please don’t leave me right now”

I can see he’s scared in his eyes.

“Ok” he hugs me and I smile.

“Ok listen go out there and make me proud you always do so it should be easy” I cup his face smooshing his lips together.

“Only if you promise to walk out with me” I nod letting go. I help him get his gloves on it was a struggle with my long nails.

“Ready?” He nods taking a deep breath.

We walk it and Ivan glares at me. I flip my hair and continue walking with him. His theme music hits and we walk out. The crowd is cheering him on and all the girls are glaring at me. I could care less.

“Go be great with your lavender” he laughs kissing my cheek. I sit in the front and his father sits next to me.

“You’ll never be good enough for my son he’s only using you for the ass you have” he whispers in my ear.

I nod staying quiet. The announcer screams the names in the microphone.

“In the right corner we have 6’4 245 lbs of steel Viktor Drago” Viktor waves towards everyone keeping his eyes on the opponent “and in the left corner we have 6’4 212lbs Javier Hernandez”

Everyone boos for him and he keeps his eyes locked on Viktor. The announcer leaves and the referee explains the rules and stands to the side letting the boys square up.

...

Javier has the slight upper hand. I’ve been cheering along the way.

“Come on V” I cheer clapping. Just then he gets side swiped and knocked to the ground. I cover my mouth losing my breath for a split second.

“Viktor get up” I scream. He’s still out and the referee is already at 3. I go up to the gate and scream his name.

“Viktor get up come on” he opens his eyes and the ref is at 6. He jolts up and it was like a lightning bolt watching him get up. The ref stops the count and lets them go at it again. Viktor pops him with an uppercut and Javier stumbles a little”

“Come on V” he watches me and Ivan touches my arm.

“Don’t touch me” I warm pointing my finger at Ivan. His wife walks up and gets in my face.

“Shut up what are you gonna do” he asks stepping towards me.

“Don’t test me Ivan you got the wrong one and I don’t know why you have your little lap dog in front of you like either of you will do something”

The referee starts counting and I see Javier on the ground. It feels like a lifetime waiting for him to get to 10. Javier tries to pull himself up at 8 but by the time he gets to 10 it’s a TKO.

I scream smiling. They open the ring door for us and I hug him.

I kiss his plump lips and he looks at me hungrily. He kisses me again and his mother grabs my hair. I start seeing red and wild out swinging on her in every direction.

Strong arms grab my waist pulling me off and I get out of his grip going back at her. I’m pulled off again and when I realize who grabs me I see it’s Ivan yelling at me in Russian.

He’s really in my face like nose to nose. I slap him hard across the face. Security grabs me taking me out the ring as I struggle to get out of their grip.

I’m pulled into the lobby of the venue and they handcuff me.

“Let me go” I yell. Viktor runs out holding my purse and demands they let me go.

“Let her go she didn’t do anything”

“Sir are you sure-“

“Yes he’s sure” I yell

“Yes I am”

They release me and I look at Viktor who has a smile on his face.

“I was wondering when you were gonna pop off”

“I’m going home” I shake my head turning on my heels. He grabs my waist and kissing my neck.

“I’ll stop by ok?” I nod. Viktor leans down kissing me again this time the kiss lasting much longer.

“Viktor they want to interview you. Now” Ivan scowls at me and I roll my eyes sighing.

“I’ll talk to him” I nod and peck Viktor once more before leaving.

....

I’m sitting at home in an oversized t-shirt watching friends. I jolt when a pound goes off on the door.

I get up and look through the peephole seeing it’s Viktor. He’s fuming. I open the door.

“Ba-“ he stops me mid sentence with a breath-taking kiss. Viktor pushes me against the wall picking me up.

“Is this ok?” He stops searching in my eyes

“Yes please I need you” I’ve been wanting him to fuck me for the longest time.

“Do you mind if we go rough I need to let this anger out but promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you”

“I promise” he goes back to that mind blowing kiss. Viktor pushes my arms above my head and pulls up my t-shirt. He slides his hand down in my underwear collecting my wetness and using that to rub my clit. I exhale harshly and push my hips forward for more.

He pushes one finger inside of me. Then another. I close my eyes as he juts his fingers upward on my g-spot. My breathing becomes heavier and I take my arms down holding him in another kiss.

“I need you inside of me” I beg. He removes his fingers and sucking off my juices and trust me there were a lot.

V drops his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.

Viktor reaches down rolling it on. He’s as hard as a rock and bigger than I expected. He sinks me down slowly. It’s a little painful.

“You ok?” He stops

“Keep going all the way” He watches me as he continues pushing forward. Once he’s all the way inside of me I squeeze myself around him. He groans and starts slow. I’m finally used to him and I can’t the vanilla shit anymore.

“Viktor if you don’t drill my shit” I groan. He puts one hand on the wall and relentlessly pounds into me.

“Just like that” our bodies are knocking against the wall but my moans drown out those sounds.

“Look at you taking my dick so we’ll baby” he starts speaking in Russian and I moan louder. My hand moves down to his butt trying to push him further into me.

“I love the way that tight fat pussy wraps around me don’t you beautiful”

“Yes yes Viktor I’m cumming” he pushes my knees against the wall thrusting further into me. “Lemme hear you Y/N” he pounds harder into me and I scream in undeniable pleasure.

“That’s it” he grunts a few times as his thrusts become sloppier and slower.

Once we’re both exhausted he just stays inside of me.

“Was that too rough?” He asks

“No it was amazing. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I told my father either he respects you or I find a new manager”

“Viktor you didn’t-“

“I know what I have to do Y/N and I chose you whether or not he agrees with it”

I kiss him smiling “can you carry me to the bed I need another nap”

“Nap? Baby I’ve just gotten started” he carries me to my bedroom closing the door with his foot.

[avengersandlovers]

Training

Viktor Drago x Reader

Warnings: controlling parents, smut/18+/NSFW

A/N: REPOST FROM MY OLD PAGE PLEASE REBLOG

“I don’t understand why we came here.” Viktor huffed as he followed Ivan up the stairs.

“You want to win against Creed, this is where we must go.” Ivan stated flatly before knocking on the large metal door.

The door opened revealing you on the other side. You let the two of them into the gym before pulling the heavy door closed behind them.

Your family had been fighters for generations and your father had opened this gym before you were born. You were had basically grown up in this gym, it was like your home. It was where you went when you were angry or sad or even happy. It gave you a sense of purpose and determination.

Your father got Viktor warmed up and walked him through his new training regimen. Viktor seemed very put off by everything your father was telling him. You stayed off to the side, doing your own thing, following your own workout routine. You just watched and observed from afar. Viktor would roll his eyes behind your father’s back when he would give him instruction or he would just blatantly disregard what was being asked of him. By the time he was warmed up enough to spar you had enough of his attitude.

Viktor climbed into the ring, putting his headgear on and then his mouthpiece in before insisting on putting his own gloves on. He was so caught up in his own tantrum that he didn’t see you climbing on through the other side. When he turned around and saw you he froze, even losing his demeanor for just a moment.

“I’ll hold the pads.” You shrugged, clapping them together creating a large boom that echoed through the small gym.

Viktor shook his head ‘no’ and turned back to your father who seemed unconcerned about you being in the ring together. You walked up to him and held the pads in the air, gesturing for him to start. Viktor hesitantly raised his hands and began to hit the pads.

“Faster.” You told him.

You started to move backwards and forwards with him as you moved through the ring.

“Stop holding back.” You demanded taking a step forward as you jabbed at him with one of the pads causing him to dodge it.

Viktor looked shocked for just a second before he resumed hitting the pads.

Finally you dropped to the ground, swinging your leg around, pulling Viktor’s legs out from under him, knocking him to the ground.

He spat out his mouth guard and began yelling. “What the hell!”

“I won’t repeat myself again. Take this seriously or get out.” You threw the pads on the ground and stood over him.

Viktor shot up off the ground, standing chest to chest as he glared down at you.

“You think you scare me but you don’t.” You growled at him.

“HEY!” Your father snapped, pulling you both out of your fog of anger. “That’s enough. Go clean or something.”

He waved his hand at you dismissing you from the training session. You glared at Viktor one more time before rolling your eyes and storming off.

A few days passed with the Dragos returning to the gym for training each day. You continued to watch them from afar like you had done when they first arrived but this time you noticed a little more and almost felt bad that you had reacted so quickly.

Your father had called for them to take a small break from training while he talked to Ivan and sent Viktor outside for some air. You took a deep sigh and swallowed your pride as you followed Viktor outside. He was perched on the edge of the curb out front, his head in his hands as he mumbled something to himself in Russian.

“Here.” You poke him with the unwrapped granola bar in your hand. “Eat this, you look tired.”

Viktor looked like he wanted to say something to you but instead conceded and took the bar from you.

You sat down on the curb next to him and just stared at him for a moment.

“What?” He rolled his eyes and continued eating the bar.

“You know you’ll never beat him fighting your father’s way right?” You asked him genuinely.

Viktor gave you a weird look but said nothing.

“I see the way you look to him when my father gives you instructions, like you’re asking him if my father is right.” You told him flat out.

Viktor took a deep breath in before looking away from you.

“You didn’t lose that fight because Creed was better than you. You lost that fight because he adapted. That’s what you do when you lose. You adapt. You just wouldn’t know that because you’ve never lost.” You rested your hands on the cold cement behind you as you stared up at the sky. “And you can either keep feeling sorry for yourself or you can get pissed about it.”

You both turned to each other finally making eye contact.

“I know what the commission put you and your father through after he lost and it’s really fucked up. And I know it’s hard to believe me when I say this but we won’t do that to you. As long as you keep fighting, we’ll be in your corner. Win or lose.” You stood up, brushing the dirt from your pants before finally extending your hand to him. “You just have to learn to trust that we know what’s best, even if what’s best now isn’t what was best before.”

Viktor looked surprised for a moment before finally reaching out and taking your hand. You helped pull him to his feet as he now stood over you once again. He stood there studying you for a minute before you both heard the calls of your fathers from inside telling you it was time to get back to work but even though no more words were spoken you could feel the difference in the air around Viktor as he walked inside.

There were a few more months of training before your father set Viktor up for his first fight since his fight with Creed. He really wanted to make sure Viktor was ready before he sent him in there again. His only contingency was that Ivan wasn’t allowed to be in the corner for his first fight back, that he was to let your father handle it until he felt Viktor was ready. But when the day finally came you awoke to your father walking around like he was half dead.

“Dad you can’t go to the fight today. You’re sick.” You rolled your eyes tried to make him sit down on the couch for the 4th time.

“Pshhh. I’ll be fine. Besides who else would coach him if I didn’t?!” Your father tried to push you off but fell back down on the couch.

“I can coach him dad. I’ve been there for every training, I know what you’ve taught him.” You grabbed a blanket and threw it on him before he could stand up again.

“He doesn’t like you.” He grumbled.

“He doesn’t have to like me, he just has to listen to me.” You put a pillow under his head as he started to drift off to sleep. “We’ll be fine.”

When you showed up to the arena, it wasn’t Viktor who had the problem with you coaching, it was Ivan. Although you weren’t terribly surprised by this revelation.

“Well if your father can’t be here then I will coach him.” Ivan demanded as you wrapped Viktor’s hands.

“No you won’t. You’re going to sit in the crowd like my dad told you to.” You insisted, not taking your eyes off what you were doing.

Ivan became irate and started yelling at you in Russian. You shot up out of your chair and got right in his face.

“I won’t tell you again. You are not the coach here. That is the agreement that we made when you came to our gym. You will sit on the sidelines or you will leave, whether you like it or not. Do I make myself clear?” You yelled back.

Ivan gritted his teeth, not moving a muscle as he stared you down, almost as if he was testing you. Finally after a minute he backed down and without another word, left the locker room. You turned back to Viktor and watched as he just shook his head. You walked back over to him, sitting in the backwards chair across from him and took his hands again so you could finish wrapping them and getting him ready.

When you finally made the walk to the ring you could hear whispers in the crowd of people wondering why Ivan wasn’t with Viktor and why he had a girl as a coach but you knew better than to listen to them. You followed Viktor to the ring, standing just outside of it. You took off his robe and put in his mouth guard before grabbing his head and looking him in the eye.

“Listen to me. This guy is fast so you’re going to have to keep up okay?” You looked at each other and he nodded, smacking his gloves together. “Okay, you got this.”

You let him go and he walked to the center of the ring where the ref did the usual introductions and rule reading. You watched closely as the fight began. While Viktor’s punches were definitely landing harder than his opponent’s, he was having trouble keeping up with him. His opponent would land a flurry of punches to his side then Viktor would crack him across the face with all his might. Viktor had managed to pick up some speed while training with your father but you were starting to worry that maybe it wasn’t enough but you couldn’t tell if it was that or if he was just holding back.

The first round wasn’t anything special, the two men trading blows then went to their corners, neither one having seen too much damage. You gave Viktor some water and told him to watch out for the guy’s left hook and Viktor just nodded in response.

“Viktor, VIKTOR.” You waved your hand in his face. “Are you in this or not. Tell me now.”

“I’m fine.” He grunted through his mouth piece.

“That’s not what I asked. Get it together or I’m calling this.” You saw the ref gesture for time so you got back out of the ring and let Viktor do his thing.

It wasn’t long into the second round that his opponent landed a hard left hook across his face just like you had told him he would. You could tell that it was more shock than pain that shook Viktor when he hit the mat but it still took him a second to get back up. You could see Ivan standing up from his seat out of the corner of your eye so you turned around and glared at him until he sat back down. The round thankfully ended soon after that.

When Viktor came back to his corner he was breathing heavy and had a distant look in his eyes. You grabbed his face and jerked it up to look at you.

“Well you fucking pissed about it or what?” You yelled at him.

Viktor just continued to glare at you, no words spoken.

“Then fucking adapt.” You growled. “Or this guy, who barely qualifies for your weight class is going to kick your ass. He keeps baiting you then coming at you with a left hook. Stop playing games, stop holding back and fucking end this. Do you understand?”

Viktor’s eyes finally focused as he looked at you, this time with the fire in them that you had been looking for earlier. He steadied his breathing and nodded. You let go of him and patted him on the shoulder as you exited the ring once again.

When Viktor stood up and started the third round he looked like he was on air. He moved so fluidly, dodging each hook as it came at him, finding all his openings then after only a few minutes, he took the final swing that sent his opponent crashing to the floor, ending the match in a knockout. You turned around to see that even Ivan looked surprised at Viktor’s sudden change. It wasn’t the Viktor he had seen fight before, he wasn’t angry, lashing out like a beaten dog, he was determined, like a lion pouncing on his prey.

After the fight things went back to normal. Your father had resumed his trainings with Viktor and Ivan of course came along, being the helicopter parent and control freak that he was. Ivan didn’t give you much credit for the way the fight had went but you could tell that Viktor saw you differently now.

A few weeks afterwards, you had stayed late at the gym to do some of the paperwork when you heard a knock on the door. When you opened it up you saw Viktor by himself standing in the cold.

“Are you crazy?” You asked pulling him inside. “It’s the dead of winter and you’re outside at this time of night. You have lost your fucking mind.”

You close the door tightly behind him, shivering just from the brief draft you had let in.

“Sorry, I had to work both jobs today so I missed training. I saw the light on while walking home so I thought I would get some work in.” He apologized.

“Oh, well I guess that’s fine. You know where everything is so do whatever,” you shrugged, walking back to the office. “Just clean up after yourself!”

Viktor went to the locker room and changed before coming back out and beginning his workout. He started out just on the treadmill, so he could warm up and stretch. When he moved to the pull up bar you couldn’t stop yourself as you peered through the window of the office to watch him. Even with the 50lb weight added he still managed to pull himself up with such ease.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t watched him work out before. You saw him like everyday and trained alongside him often but for some reason this felt different. It felt oddly intimate, just the two of you in the gym, alone. No one barking out drill orders, no incessant clanging of gym equipment hitting the floor throughout the room. Just the soft sound of your music and the distant sounds of his grunting.

You tried to keep your head down and focus on your paperwork but you were finding it hard and harder to concentrate. Suddenly a soft knock at the office door startled you. You lifted your head to see a shirtless Viktor standing in the doorway.

“I know you’re busy but do you have time to spot me for a few minutes?” He asked.

“Um, yeah sure.” You waited for him to turn around and walk out before you let out a frustrated sigh.

You walk over the bench, where Viktor is just finishing adding the weights to his bar. He lays down on the bench and you stand behind him counting his reps.

“You do know that if this actually falls on you I’m really not going to be much help, right?” You joke.

For the first time since you met, Viktor smiles at you.

“I know. I just like your company.” He replies.

You freeze for a moment, caught off guard by his response.

“Since when?” You tried to joke again.

“Since you stopped trying to kick my ass.” He laughed, placing the bar back on the rack before sitting up.

“I didn’t do anything you didn’t deserve.” You rolled your eyes as you walked around the bench to face him.

He laughed and reached up to grab your hand. You don’t know why but you didn’t resist as he pulled you forward towards him.

“I have something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” He whispered, not making eye contact with you.

“Okay…what is it?” You could feel his calloused thumb brushing over the back of your hand as he hesitated to respond.

“I think I’m ready to fight Creed again.” He mumbled looking up at you.

“That’s great Viktor, but why tell me? You should be telling my dad this, or even your dad.” You shook your head in confusion.

Viktor paused. “I guess I just wanted to know if you thought I was ready.”

You reached up with your free hand to cradle the side of his face. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes for just a moment.

“I can’t tell you that Viktor. Only you know if you’re ready.” You took another step closer to him and pulled him towards you.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his forehead on your stomach. You both just stood there for a minute, unsure of what to do next, but completely comfortable in each other’s embrace. But this had escalated to something neither of you had expected. So after another minute you finally pulled away from him.

“If you’re ready, you’ll know, but don’t rush it just because you think they want it.” You ran your fingers softly down the side of his face once more before you finally turned and walked back to your office.

When you got into your office you placed your palms on the desk and closed your eyes taking in a deep breath but by the time you opened your eyes you could feel his presence behind you. You turned back around and were immediately caught up in his kiss. He gently cradled both sides of your face in his hands and backed you up against the desk. You melted into his body and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You let out a sigh as his hands traveled from your face and down your body until they reached under your legs and lifted you up onto the desk. You frantically and blindly reached behind you, pushing the papers off the desk so they wouldn’t get messed up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer, then moaned as you felt his already hard cock pressed against you. You reached inside his pants and started to stroke his cock as he kissed down your jawline and nipped at the soft skin of your neck. He pulled you closer and ground his hips against yours while you continued to stroke him.

His hands travelled up your shirt as he palmed at your breasts over top of your bra. You hastily began to remove both your shirt and his. Once you’re both topless he laid you back on the desk and removed your pants. His hands ran up your thighs until he reached your clit. He began to circle your clit with his thumb while he used his other hand to slip his fingers inside you.

You began to call out for him as he started to pump his fingers in and out while keeping the pressure on your clit. You palmed at your own breasts and arched your back, your head lolling to the side as you relinquished yourself to the pleasure. You could feel the pressure building inside you so you grabbed his arm, your nails digging into his skin as you stared up at him, your mouth falling open in a silent moan until you finally came all over his fingers.

His eyes were glazed over and you could tell he was completely lost in the moment. He grabbed your hands and pulled you up until you were chest to chest. Your noses just barely touched as you closed your eyes and moaned as you felt him enter you. His hand placed on the small of your back as his thrusts began slowly.

You reached up and caressed the side of his face, your other hand placed on his chest. He started to grunt as his thrusting became faster. He dipped his head lower, into your neck, his hands leaving your back and finding their way to the edge of the desk.

“Fuck Viktor.” You let out in a breathy moan, your nails raking over his chest as he began to suck on the soft skin of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his body, your hands and head resting on his broad shoulders as he now pounded into you.

“Fuck.” He growled slowly in your ear, the sound of his deep, gravelly voice sending goosebumps over your body.

His thrusting got sloppier by the second and you could tell he was getting close. He let go of the edge of the desk and his thumb found your clit once again. Your hands started to travel all over him, first touching all over his back and chest until finally they reached his face again. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss as your nails scratched the back of his head. He moaned into your mouth and he gripped both your thighs and slammed into you, sending you both over the edge into bliss.

By the time you were both done riding out your highs, you were panting, sweaty messes just desperately clinging to each other for stability. After a few minutes you regain your composure and decided it was time to find your clothes. You hopped off the desk, quickly pulling on your pants and bra when you felt Viktor grab your arm and spin you around. He grabbed both sides of your face once again and pulled you into another kiss, although this one felt much less urgent than the first one, it was just as deep.

“I trust you.” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, pulling you close.

You blinked for a minute as it registered what he said.

“I trust you too.” You said as you kissed him again. “Now go put away your shit or my dad’s going to yell at me tomorrow.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead before doing what he was told.

You watched him from your office as it set in just how much it meant for him to say those words to you. This was definitely the dawn of a new beginning.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hi there

I know you said you don’t do requests and I suppose this isn’t technically a request but I’ve been wondering if you’d ever write something with Ivan Drago and a female reader who’s insecure about her body (this is kind of a self insert ngl). Like, how would he act? Would he constantly assure her that she’s pretty and would he pay special attention to certain parts of her body she doesn’t like during lovemaking? I’d personally love to read something like that but it’s totally up to you if you wanna write it.

Keep up the good work, love your stories btw ❤️

Omg hell yes! (Why didn't I think of this?) I'm insecure af so this is also self insert af on my part. Enjoy!

Headcanon/Preference # 32

Picture & Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*So I've got this coworker that I get along with well. And he's a muscly guy that's into plus size women, and we've talked about that sorta stuff a lot. So I'm using his insight about why a guy like that, would be attracted to a bigger girl. He'll never see this but hey shout out to him. Also a real story might just come out of this in time, but for now enjoy these headcanons.

✨Ivan loves his plus size sweetheart~

🌹 When Ivan first met you he was immediately drawn to you like a magnet. He'd never seen a woman like you in Soviet Russia, and you looked like a pure goddess in his eyes.

🌹 When he finally got the chance to touch you for the first time. He was instantly smitten, your so soft and squeezable. He's not used to that, and he's finding that he's obsessed with the contrast.

🌹 Once you're together Ivan will spend hours worshipping you from head to toe. Every single inch of you is paradise to him. But his favorite part? Your soft tummy.

🌹 There's just something beautiful about your soft plump belly. It's his favorite thing to caress and kiss, and often times his favorite place to lay his head. And one day he hopes he'll get to see it swell more with his child.

🌹 On a bad day when you were feeling particularly down about your pudgy body, Ivan took the time to explain to you why he loves your supple body so much.

🌹 Everything in his life until now has been hard and rough, from his work, to his home life, his environment, and so forth. Finding you was like an oasis to him.

🌹 When you try comparing yourself to his ex-wife, he immediately stops you. Making you chuckle by telling you she was like a skeleton, and nowhere near as cozy and lovable as you are.

🌹 During intimacy Ivan shows you what love making really means, his words of praise, his adoring touch that leaves fire in its wake, and his hunger to show you just how much he wants you makes you dizzy.

🌹 If anyone says anything bad about you while Ivan is around, odds are he'll kick there ass, or at the very least he'll berate them. Ultimately making them apologize no matter what tactic he uses.

🌹 If he's not around, and only learns about it when you break down and tell him about it. He's pulling you into his arms and assuring you that they don't know a single thing about what their missing with someone as amazing as you. (Making a mental note to scare the shit out of them next time he sees them.)

🌹 You got stretch marks? Ivan will trace them idly, and commit them all to memory, mapping out the span of them as if it were vital.

🌹 Got cellulite? He'll caress every inch, nuzzle into it, and all around worship it. Explaining that it makes you more you, and that much more beautiful.

🌹 Not a big fan of how pudgy your face is? Ivan is cupping your cheeks. Looking into your eyes with so much love, as he tells you how cute your chubby cheeks are. And to him you are still small, as his hands can easily cup your cheeks.

🌹 Got big boobs? He fucking adores them, he adores you! There big and round and soft, the perfect place to lay his head at night when you cuddle. Plus there fun to play with not gonna lie. (and not just sexually, but that's a plus too.)

🌹 Not a fan of the size or shape of your butt? Are you kidding? Ivan is obsessed with smacking your ass every single chance he gets, doesn't matter who's around or where you are!

🌹 Worried you'll never fit in his shirts? Haha that's funny! Ivan is huge, you'll fit in his shirts just fine. Maybe not swimming in it, but it'll fit comfortably.

🌹 Ivan grows obsessed with making sure you're well fed, and simply watching you eat. It makes him feel like he is providing for you well, and that makes him very happy. (Plus you look adorable when you do a happy little food dance.)

🌹 Once he convinced you to sit on his face, though you had agreed anxiously, you still refused to actually sit down, and instead hovered over him. That wasn't gonna fly, so Ivan pulled you flush against his face, and gave you the best head you've ever experienced in your life.

🌹 Anytime you act as if you'll crush him, maybe saying he'll strain or hurt himself picking you up. He'll prove you wrong again and again, when he just hoists you up as if you weighed nothing. If anything he takes those worries as a challenge, and he'll never fail in proving you wrong.

🌹 The first time you wore a sexy lace piece for him, he was practically drooling. Needless to say the lace was ruined in his nearly feral haste to have you. But he happily bought you more, a lot more.

🌹 Within a year of being with Ivan, and him chipping away at your insecurities. You become the confident goddess you were meant to be! And he's so fucking proud of you, he's always showing you off, and praising you.

🌹 Ivan doesn't want you to change for anyone, not even him. He loves you just the way you are, it's what drew him to you in the first place. And he's beyond honored for not only getting to love you, but to show you just how sexy you truly are.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

*Hope this was satisfactory!

[plantvenuss]

Florian. M x Black! reader - Are you flirting with me?

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[CHRISTMAS SPECIAL ]

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Summary : Florian’s spots you studying at the local coffee shop. Taken away by your beauty, he tries his luck and attempts to get your phone number without making a complete fool of himself.

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From when you walked in, you had the man on his knees.

He thought you were an angel, the way your hair embraced your facial structure had this man crumbling at the sight of you.

When you came in you were calm, the aura in the cafe had suddenly lifted when he saw you break a smile towards the barista  who happily exchanged the smile back. How that man hadn’t showered you in compliments yet left Florian In query. Oh how he wished he was him right about now.

You were standing there for a long time, talking. Florian probably wondered that it was your first time here and you were taking so long because you didn’t know what to order. But then the doorbell that sat above the cafe shop chimed, another customer came in. You stood there for a brief moment before looking over your shoulder and apologizing, moving to the side letting the person behind you go to the front.

His heart soared, he could feel it in his chest the corner of his lips tugged upward to form a smile, his eyes still locked on your frame as you bent down to place your bag beside your foot. What he wouldn’t give to place his fingers against the sides of your waist. To just keep them their and let his fingers get used to the warmth of your body.

“Flo?” Masias asked, nudging Florian back into the conversation. He took his eyes away from you and nodded.

“yeah?” 

“we know she’s beautiful, but can we get back into this conversation?” Sandro said. Placing his coffee on the table.

And just like that they went back to talking, as if nothing ever happened and Florian was engulfed by the thought of your beauty, once again drifting away from the conversation. And they let him, knowing they couldn’t pull him from such a trance, they left him alone letting him snap out of it when he was ready. They had never seen a girl create such an impact on Florian, and you both hadn’t even exchanged words yet.

Thinking he could get away with one more glance, he turned his neck to drink in your beauty one more time. But you were gone. 

His face dropped, and now he was doing a whole body turn to check for you. He had turned around for less than a minuet and he had lost you. But then he found you, sitting behind your computer screen and typing away with a pen hanging from your lips and trapped between your teeth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

“Go and talk to her.” He heard Masias say from the table, he turned around with his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly ajar. 

“what?” 

“Am I speaking Chinese? go and Talk to her, Flo.”  Florian sighed, stole another quick glance at you before turning back to his friends and lifting the coffee cup to his lips.

“are you sure?” he asked for double confirmation. He thought that talking to you wouldn’t end well, that it could either end in one of two ways; Rejection or the famous “I’ve got a boyfriend.” line.

Sandro sighed and looked at Masias, the both of them sharing a look. “you crank that neck any longer to look at her and we’re afraid it might break.”

Florian laughed a hearty laugh and set down his mug, rubbing his hands together nervously. “Very funny, guys.” 

He exhaled, shaking out his hands. The tingling feeling settling at the tip of his fingertips making him uneasy. He stood and strode his way towards you, carefully.

“Hi.”

You turned your head slowly to look at him, your eyes still trained onto whatever you were writing on your laptop. He deeply coughed and your eyes finally landed on his. He could feel his cheeks redden.

You were taken aback, he was tall, so tall that he made the table you were studying on look small. He was cute- extremely attractive actually, so you silently thanked God that you did your edges today.

“Hi,” you said, pretending to not be interested and forcing yourself to start typing again, even though you were smashing random keys, distracted by this mans beauty. 

“Can I sit? or are you waiting for someone?” 

It was only then that you realized he had a thick accent. He was able to pronounce his words well, but the accent still sat deep in his throat, which was made you look at him again, curiously. You shook your head and scooted over, unable to rely on your voice, afraid that it would scare him away. You moved your belongings to the other side of you, and began typing again.

After a moment of silence, Florian looked up from his phone and to you, you could see him looking at you through the corner of his eye and you tried your best to hide your smirk. You failed. Like it was infectious he smiled a stupid smile before he asked you a question.

“Do you come here often? I haven’t seen you around before.”

You stopped typing, turning to him and shaking your head softly. “Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ - ”first time.”

You moved for the fifth time today to type again before you stopped, keeping your body faced toward him. You were intrigued “How bout’ you? how many times have you been here?”

He smiled at the interaction between you and him. Something about the two of you together just clicked. He had known you for less than five minuets and already he felt like he had known you for years. Your aura was just so embracing, it was tugging him toward you and he wasn’t resisting.

He nodded. “I actually moved somewhere not too far from here, I have some interesting stories if you don’t mind?” 

You shut the lid of your laptop. “I’m here for it.”

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You toppled over, laughing almost knocking the coffee cup off the table. You both reach out to catch it, your hands resting on top of his as he firmly gripped the cup, scared that it would slip away. 

“Your hands are soft.” 

You gave him a funny look, raising your eyebrow as both of you set the cup down, momentarily keeping each others hands on-top of one another.

“Is that your way of flirting with me?” you asked, leaning into his arm jokingly and wiggling your eyebrows.

He chuckled, “ah so only now you notice.” 

You stopped giggling and slowly moved from him, keeping your eyes on the soft beard of his and his buzz cut hair that you’d been wanting to pass your fingers through for hours.

“Wait, are you flirting with me?” you asked, heart pounding through your chest, if he was to say no it would ruin your chances of you getting his number as well as potentially ruin the rest of your evening, because the chemistry you had with this man was impeccable. You were able to tell the same jokes, smile at the same things, agree on the same things. There was nothing you felt you couldn’t do with this man.

“Depends on whether you plan to give me your number?” He was playing the game, and he was playing it well. You liked that.

“Sure. I don’t see why not.”

You typed the number into his phone and handed it back to him, after adding a ridiculous amount of emoji’s next to it. Florian felt like he could spend the rest of his life here, in this small cafe with you, but much to his dismay he had to collect his things as soon as he saw his friends exit the cafe and motion for him to follow.

“It was nice meeting you, (Y/N),”

You smiled, and that was the smile he’d never forget because he felt this surge of happiness explode within him, his chest felt warm and so did his cheeks, for the 1000th time that day.

“See you round, Florian.”

And that, was the beginning of one of the best years of your lives.

Florian could only imagine, as he blabbered on about you in the car on the way to his apartment to his friends, what the rest of the evening would’ve been like if he hadn’t approached you today.

[angelaiswriting]

The Assistant (1 of ?) | Vladimir Ranskahov x reader

[original picture: pinterest i love these fucking hands]

✏️ Pairing: (eventual) Vladimir Ranskahov x fem!reader + probably other pairings, I don’t know yet, we’ll have to wait and see.

✏️ Requested by Anonymous: Y/N–hacker, big mouth, even bigger attitude–is the new addition to Fisk’s team. Sent to help the Ranskahovs, she immediately gets on Vladimir’s nerves. But as time passes, they start to take a liking to each other, even if none of them is willing to admit their feelings. Yet.

✏️ A/N: bitch yeah. Special thanks to @therealcalicali : thanks to her sweet message, I managed to rewrite this chapter and make it completely different (the first version sucks like probably nothing else in the universe) and now I like it. Hopefully, Anon, you’ll enjoy it too!! A small heads-up first, though: I wouldn’t count on quick updates if I were you. I’m still having some shit going on at home and I’m also a slow writer, so yeah. I hope to make this a good story, though!

✏️ A/N 2: the title is most likely not definitive. Hopefully, I won’t have to change it, but maybe I will have to, to make it and the story fit well together. Also, my brain goes on auto-pilot when I have to write for Vladimir (bc I need to fangirl, too haha), so I don’t exactly know what I was trying to prove with this chapter, but I still love it... so pls don’t come for my head haha

✏️ Warnings: violence, mentions of an erection (haha it wouldn’t be me otherwise), so 18+ only !!! or so help me god!

✏️ Word-count: 2,678

REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛

CHAPTER ONE: RULES

Underground fights had always fascinated Vladimir Ranskahov, even when he was a kid back in Moscow. Part of the reason was that they were illegal, but there was also something else, some sort of aftertaste that lingered in his mouth even when he’d go home and lay in bed. They made his body buzz with unleashed energy and if that couldn’t be considered his drug, he really didn’t know what else could.

He had always been a regular, even in his hectic first weeks in New York: he had had to start from scratch, but he had managed to make himself a name. He was strong, he never lost; he was like Ivan Drago, with the only difference that there was no Rocky that could beat him, not if he sparred with Tolik.

It had been a long day at work and he was glad he had managed to find the time to escape into the fighting underworld. There was something there, something that lingered in the air and mingled with the smell of sweat and blood, that took all his worries and threw them out of the window. It was relaxing, almost rejuvenating. It kept his mind busy and his body ready for every eventuality–and, hopefully, smashing Fisk’s bootlicker face in would be one of those eventualities.

If it hadn’t been for his brother, who had dragged him away from places like that years ago, he would still be fighting. Obviously, there was no need for Anatoly to know he still hung out at such places: he would pointlessly worry and he would take Vladimir’s only pastime right out of his grasp. It didn’t matter he loved and cared for Tolya, he was not going to give up on this, for he needed it–he needed it more than vodka and sex and cigarettes, more than money and probably more than air. It had also been one of the only ways he’d managed to survive back there–rule number one: avoid its name–and he was not ready to let fighting go–rule number two: always be ready for history to repeat itself.

So, as he walked through the crowded space, he lit himself a cigarette with a smile on his face. He didn’t smile often, but this life… Oh, this life! It brought him back home, where he and others had used to fight like rats–rarely to the death, most often to first blood.

Oh, boy. Oh, fuck. He could feel it: the adrenaline starting to kick in, sending his brain in override. He almost didn’t feel the smoke of the cigarette as it sank down in his lungs and then made its way back up and out of his nostrils, like a bull in a cartoon.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He didn’t even feel people bumping into and shoving him as they tried to reach the makeshift ring in the middle of the place. It was like floating in the air, like being a kid on Christmas day–he had never felt that way on Christmas day, but he thought that was how he’s feel had he had the right family.

The vibrations of his phone buzzing in the rear pocket of his suit pants didn’t even make its way to his brain, for Vladimir’s eyes had already zoomed in on the fight going on before him. It had to either be to death or knockout, for first blood had already been drawn and the fighters didn’t seem to be willing to stop.

Blood rushed to his fingers and it almost felt like being there, throwing punches and dodging hooks. The muscles in his back almost spasmed and even though the movements were imperceptible, the sensations were real: he was back in Moscow and he was seventeen. He had been foolish enough to challenge someone twice his age just because the guy had called him ‘a snotty kid’–which he had never been, for he had never had the time nor the chance to be a kid, let alone be snotty. So, he had thrown in his metaphorical glove and had been lucky enough, for the other one–Moscow’s underworld champion–had picked the challenge up.

He had been an idiot and Anatoly had kept on reminding him for months after the fight. That night he had come home with a purple face, a half-closed eye, a split lip, a pulsing eyebrow, a bloody mouth, but holy fucking fuck, he had got out victorious from the fight. He had been on edge for days after that and he had never been called a ‘snotty kid’ again. Nothing had ever made him feel higher than the knowledge that he had accidentally beaten Moscow’s biggest moron.

Therefore, watching the two sparring men in front of him made him feel at home. If he focused enough, he could even erase the English voices and shouts and replace them with Russian profanities, just like that night.

His phone started to buzz again and this time he felt it against his buttcheek, but still chose to ignore it. This was his safe heaven and he wasn’t going to let business or any other thing slip into it unwelcome.

Just as the vibrations stopped, the bigger guy fell to the floor, unconscious, blood slowly dripping out of his nose like a fat, red worm. The winner, a taller but thinner red-haired guy, spat blood and a tooth to the floor and with a scream, raised both his fists to the ceiling and planted a foot on the looser’s stomach. Then, in his victory- and adrenaline-induced rage, he spotted Vladimir. That fucking well-dressed son of a bitch was staring at him and his sight seemed to zoom in on the blonde’s scarred face like in a movie. He decided he didn’t like that guy’s smirk, nor the forgotten cigarette hanging from one corner of his mouth, dusting ashes to the ground.

This was no place for rich motherfuckers.

He kicked the other man’s side with his boot and the man groaned. He groaned even more when a couple of viewers dragged him away from the center of the room: still half-unconscious, he weighed like a truck as his feet dragged themselves on the floor.

The ginger spat again and took a step forward, pointing at Vladimir with an accusing finger. “You, dick,” he half-yelled: his voice sounded as broken as his split front tooth. “What are you staring at, motherfucker?”

Vladimir’s hands had a will of their own as they tightened into fists and he had to unclench his crossed arms. His cigarette trembled between his lips before falling to the ground. He stepped on it, slamming his foot in an angry attempt to put it out.

“What did you call me?” He had to fight against his brain, for it had been ready to switch back to Russian. And he sure as hell didn’t want that carrot top to use Russian as an excuse to get out alive from that place.

The other spat blood and saliva to Vladimir’s feet–he didn’t know if that was a tic or a way to insult him, but he didn’t care. “This place is not for people like you.”

‘People like him’. Vladimir burst out laughing. What did that even mean? That it wasn’t for mafiosi? Or former fighters? Human traffickers? Drug traffickers? Killers? He’d put that man’s victory to shame just by using his pinky finger. He laughed again.

“To the death.” The gingerhead raised his chin in a derogatory gesture before picking his guard back up.

Rule number three: never back out of a fight.

Vladimir smirked. “I am not sure you want to leave world so soon.” His accent was as thick as the blood splattered on the floor, but at that moment he didn’t care. Hand-to-hand spoke only one language and it was that of blood and the last time he checked, Russians and Americans bled the same. Nonetheless, he still took off his suit jacket, carefully folded it and laid it on the ground before he let his phone fall on it.

“I don’t die,” the other snickered, throwing a couple of punches through the air to show off. “No rules, just what plain death can say.”

Volodya nodded as he grabbed his gun. It was a comfortable weight in his hands–cold, but nonetheless still alive, still blood-thirsty. He checked the number of bullets–just to show off–, took the safety off, aimed and smirked before he put the safety back on and the gun back in its holster. He wasn’t planning on using it, but ‘no rules’ meant ‘no rules’ and if that brat thought he could win dirty… well, Vladimir had grown up playing dirty, so he’d show him was real shit looked like.

“C’mon, what are you waiting for?” His opponent was bouncing his weight from one foot to the other, his fists high up in front of his face. He was panting as he tried to intimidate Vladimir Ranskahov–had he known who that guy was, he had never picked up a fight with him. “Throwing in the towel, are we?”

Vladimir never took his gaze off the other’s smirk as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up his arms. The thin cotton seemed to be on the verge of bursting as it stretched on his biceps. Too bad no one there knew the meaning of his tattoos, on display under the neon lights hanging from the low ceiling.

Fools, he thought. Motherfucking fools that thought insulting and challenging people like him would end the day in a hospital bed and not on a stainless-steel table in a morgue.

He positioned himself before the red-haired guy, a couple of inches taller than him, but not as strong, not as quick, not as knowledgeable. His leg hurt from the fight with the bigger guy, an older bruise was perched on his shoulder and half of his face had turned yellow from an older fight. His fists were too wide apart, just like his feet, and his guard was too low. Vladimir would have managed to break his nose even with his eyes closed.

The opponent threw a punch, which Vladimir dodged. Then he threw another and another, left, right, left. Vladimir was dodging them all effortlessly, bouncing on his feet, getting out of the other’s way.

He was still waiting to make his move, checking the other’s weaknesses–or pretending to be doing that. He sat on a much higher level: that guy had made the mistake of challenging a shark when all he was, was a fish. His only luck was that today had been a great day for Vladimir: he and his brother had gotten their money, received a cargo of twelve women, and, better than anything else, there hadn’t been a meeting scheduled with Fisk’s bootlicker, Wesley. He felt like he could spare this one life.

But then the other started to insult him, calling him a weakling, a girl, and Vladimir didn’t see anything anymore. He had stopped being a person and had become pure rage–so big and furious it was indescribable. Its blood-thirst had become his own, its fury had become his fury, his blindness had become its sight. It had taken him three punches to knock out his challenger: one to his left cheek, the other to his stomach, the third had been a hook from below to his nose.

The ginger top had fallen to the ground like a sack of potatoes, unconscious, his nose broken. And just like that, he remembered the other’s words: ‘no rules’. For a moment he had been on the verge of using his gun: he was going to drill him with his bullets and then leave him on the ground until he bled to death. But he wasn’t going to use that upper hand, not even when he had been called a ‘dickless Russian scumbag’–had that guy seen his dick, he would have choked on his tongue.

He bent down above the opponent, contemplated snapping his neck broken, before bursting out in another laughter. “Tell him to come back to me when he’s grown into a man, I will kill him then,” he laughed, picking up his jacket and phone and making his way out of that place.

Hell’s Kitchen night traffic welcomed him when he came back into the world. It was like being re-born again: he felt new as the chilly air reached his lungs and a smile plastered itself on his lips. Vladimir Ranskahov stretched his neck from side to side, rolled back his shoulders and heaved a sigh.

What a great day to be alive!

He could feel himself half-hard from the fight and the adrenaline and grinned as he thought of going home, down a couple shots of vodka, hopping into the shower and jerk off–it was too good a day to worsen it with a whore. He couldn’t even feel the stinging sensation in his knuckles as he made his way to his car, sat inside and gripped the steering wheel with more force than it was needed.

Right then, his phone went off again on the passenger seat. A look at it and he groaned–Tolik. He ignored rule number five (never let anyone ruin your post-fight glow) and accepted the call.

“What?” he groaned, starting the car and getting out into the street. He put his phone on speaker, threw it back onto the passenger seat and lit himself a cigarette before rolling down the window to let the cool night air in.

Tolya swore under his breath. “Where the fuck were you? I’ve been calling you for hours, motherfucker!”

Volodya grinned, his eyes still veiled from the bliss that had overcome him after the fight. “Out, having fun.”

“Keep it in your pants next time. There was an emergency meeting back at the garage and you and your dick should’ve been there and not in some chick’s cunt.” His Russian ran fast on his tongue, it dripped anger from every word, shooting bullets at Vladimir’s fourth rule.

Boy, was his brother wrong! Vladimir laughed. “Jesus, brother, don’t ruin my mood,” he managed to say when all he wanted to do was groan like an animal. “Should have waited tomorrow morning.”

“Wesley wants to see us tomorrow, so you’d better be there. Sex can wait.”

“You should fuck more often, brother. When was the last time you banged someone? Your dick will dry out,” he laughed, his shoulders relaxing as his apartment complex came in sight.

Anatoly cussed him.

“Why an emergency meeting?” Vladimir asked, changing subject and parking in his lot. Sure, they had been having some problems lately, but nothing too big and definitely nothing Fisk should be worried about.

“Wesley will bring a chick.”

He snickered. “And? If he wants to fuck in front of us, I’m not against it. It might be his chance to show me he has a dick and is not ball-less.”

“It’s not his girl. Rumor has it she’s some hacker that works for him.”

There was silence as he walked up the stairs and into his apartment. Why did that matter? She could be a whore by profession and he would still be uninterested.

“Look, be there. I don’t want to end up in trouble just because my stupid brother ditched me. The weasel said not to mess things up and I don’t want to. I need you there tomorrow. You can do whatever you want after the meeting, but if you don’t want that girl to hack into our business and fuck us up, you’ll be there.”

“Yeah, fine.”

His mood was ruined, his half hard-on wasn’t hard anymore, and all he could feel was the pulsing pain in his knuckles. If there was something he knew for certain, that was Wesley’s and Tolik’s ability to fuck his mood any time they wanted.

And if that girl set her mind to fuck their business... She’d better start praying.

>> chapter two >>

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I wanted to wait to post this, but... HAHAHA when do I ever listen to my goddamn brain? Hint: never.

Feedback is always welcome. Contrary to what I said I wanted to do in another post, I still don’t have a plan for this story (I’m so sorry), so if there’s something you want to see in this story or if you have suggestions in general, feel free to contact me :)

It’s so weird to know that ‘mafiosi’ is still ‘mafiosi’ in English haha this fucked me up as I was writing

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What We Have (2)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Reader is Adonis’ adopted sister, she and Viktor falls for one another.

A/N: There is unprotected sex in this story. Remember this is fiction, so in real life, make them wrap that before you let them tap that, babe. Please keep in mind, as to not completely butcher the Russian language, everything in bold italics is Russian. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,362

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You got dressed and headed to the arena. You hadn't heard from Adonis yet, but you knew as a part of his ritual that he didn't watch any TV or get on social media before a match.

The stares and the whispers were upsetting, but Dennis stood by your side like the good friend that he is. You went to Viktor first to get a few words before the fight.

When you entered the locker room, Ivan stood and was on his way over to you. He looked menacing and every muscle in your body tried to force you to run, but you wouldn't let him see you waver. Viktor stopped his father and came to you instead.

"Here to make me look like a monster again?" His face looked like stone, but you heard the small quiver in his voice.

"I did not edit or approve that final cut. I would have never done that. No matter what, I'm serious about my job and true to who I am." You tried to explain.

He looked you up and down. The hurt in his eyes was ever present.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because why wouldn't I want to show the world that behind this tough guy exterior, you’re just a giant softy?" You shrugged.

He softened for just a split second, but as always he quickly regained his composure.

"Ask your questions and leave," Ivan said from behind him.

You rolled your eyes at him and asked Dennis to start rolling. You did your introduction first and then asked Viktor one question.

"What's your goal tonight, Viktor? Let the world know what it is that you hope to accomplish since that part of the interview never made the cut." You pushed the mic towards him.

"The only thing that I wish to accomplish tonight.... Is breaking your brother," he said and walked away.

Ivan smirked at his son and clapped him on the back.

Dennis stopped the camera.

"Why did you do that?" You asked him.

"Because this guy and his father are assholes and we need to see the champ before the match," he said loud enough for the men to hear.

Dennis was no fighter and wouldn't stand a chance against either of the Dragos, but he was your friend and he would always stand up for you when needed.

The two of you left to go see Adonis before his introduction. When you got to his locker room Duke stopped you and stared you down.

"I don't wanna hear it Duke. I did something stupid and it was caught on camera. There's nothing I can do about it now." You said to him.

"We ain't tell him nothing, because we want him to be at his best for this fight, but when it's over you got a lot of explaining to do," he moved out of your way and let you in.

You went inside and spoke with your brother, wished him luck and gave him a big hug.

"Yo, you good?" He looked at you concerned. He'd always been able to tell when something was wrong with you.

"Yeah, you know I'm always a little nervous before you fight." It wasn't a total lie.

"Don't worry, sis, I got this." He shadow boxed the air a bit and even smiled a little.

You bumped fists with his gloves before leaving and going to your seats.

You watched as Viktor hopped around in the ring. You took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. You averted your gaze when Adonis’ entrance music started playing.

You joined the crowed in cheering for the champ. Bianca stood by you a nervous wreck. You gave her hand a tight squeeze and smiled before resuming your cheering.

You watched as Adonis threw the first few punches after the starting bell. Victor wasn't even trying to hit back the first few seconds.

"Careful Dee, he's baiting you!" You yelled.

The moment you said that, Viktor started in on him. He had him backed into the ropes when the first bell rang.

When the second round started Viktor came in hot. You don't know what Ivan had said to him, but he wasted no time throwing hammers.

Your breath caught in your throat when your brother fell through the ropes. The entire crowd jumped to their feet.

"Come on, Dee, you got this!" You shouted when he stood.

Viktor landed one big punch to his ribs and Adonis dropped. He stood back up and kept taking hits, but was once again saved by the bell.

"He's not gonna let you call it, Duke," you said aloud when he climbed in to talk to him.

You looked over at the other corner and Ivan was yelling at Viktor.

The bell rang for round three and both men went in swinging. You knew it was over when Victor hit him in the ribs again. Adonis dropped to the mat and Viktor hit him with an uppercut.

You jumped over the divider and ran into the ring. You dropped to your knees by your brother's side as the doctors checked him. You turned to see Duke trying to keep Bianca back.

You stood and ran over to Viktor who watched from the other side.

"He was already down!" You screamed and smacked him across the face.

You were about to hit him again when you were pulled back by the ref and restrained. Duke grabbed you.

"I know you're upset. I know, but you gotta chill. I need you to get B outta here." He tried to talk some sense into you.

You looked over at your sister-in-law and calmed immediately. You took her outside, so you could follow the ambulance to the hospital.

You were in your office waiting for Viktor to arrive. You tapped your foot and looked at your watch again. He was 40 minutes late.

You were already upset that your boss was making you still do a post fight interview with him. He didn't care that the man literally tried to kill your brother just a few days earlier. He also didn't care about the constant gossip surrounding you. You wanted this and you got it.

"I don't think he's coming," Dennis said.

"Neither do I. You can go home," you informed him.

"Are you sure? I have no problem waiting for you to finish whatever needs to get done."

"I'm sure. A few minutes alone will do me some good, besides, I'll only be about a half hour, so I'm right behind you."

"Okay, well, good night," he waved and shut the door.

You flopped down in your chair and closed your eyes. Moments later you heard a knock at the door.

"Hey, did you forget... something..." Your words trailed off when you opened the door and saw Victor staring back at you.

"Sorry I'm late, I —"

"Your excuses aren't needed," you turned to walk away. "Your time window has expired and there is no longer a reason for you to be here. Goodbye."

His hand reached out for your wrist. You stopped in your tracks and looked down at him.

"Can we talk, please?" He asked, softly. He didn't wait for you to answer. He stepped in and closed the door.

"Let me go," you tugged.

"Please?"

"If you wanted to talk, Mr. Drago, you would have shown up on time for your session. I would like for you to let go of me, now!" You snatched away. 

"I wish you would just listen to me!" He raised his voice slightly.

"Oh, so what, are you gonna hit me now?!"

"I would never, you know that's not who I am!"

"You almost murdered my brother. I don't know who you are." You walked away to your desk and sat in your chair.

He put his hand on the knob and stopped himself from opening the door. You heard him inhale and exhale loudly.

"I am sorry. I never should have done that and I never meant to hurt you." He walked over and kneeled in front of you. He laid his head in your lap. "My father... he said some things to me in the corner and I just lost it."

"Tell me," you said.

He was quiet at first, but then he started speaking again.

"He said, 'That's why she left us.'"

"Your mother?"

"Yes..."

"I heard him tell Rocky."

"She left and never looked back. When he said that, I just lost my mind."

You lifted his head so he would look at you. His eyes were so sad.

"It doesn't excuse what you did, but you being vulnerable like this is making it very difficult for me to not just hate you." You told him.

"I'm so sorry," he said as he stood to his feet. "I just wanted to let you know. I couldn't leave tomorrow without telling you."

He pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you for a hug. You let go of him and put your hand in his to walk him to the door. He pulled you back and kissed you.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you could feel his big hands gripping your ass. You tore yourself away.

"No, Viktor, I can't do this."

He grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, so you'd wrap your legs around his waist.

"I don't care what people say. I want you."

He laid you back on your desk and went in for another kiss. You could feel his length pressing against his jeans.

He pushed your skirt up and ran his fingers over your lace covered clit.

"Mmm," you moaned as you sucked his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled you to the edge of the desk and lifted your legs. He kneeled in front of you and pulled your panties to the side exposing your pussy and used two fingers to rub in between your folds and spread your wetness around.

"Look at that pretty pussy," he said, just before standing and sliding your underwear off and stuffing them into his pocket. 

He got back down on his knees and put a hand on each thigh to ensure you won't close them.

You were feeling exposed. You were on your desk and wide open to this man.

Viktor bit your thigh lightly and pulled you from your thoughts. You then felt his warm tongue press against your clit. Every worry you had disappeared in that moment.

He licked and sucked your pussy like the sweet treat that it is. He used his tongue to fuck your cunt and his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

"Viktor, baby, I'm gonna cum." You warned.

He never slowed his pace. You moved his hand and rubbed your clit fiercely.

"Oh my go—" you screamed as your pussy squirted all over him.

Viktor stopped and watched in amazement. He hadn't been with many women, but he definitely thought squirting only happened in porn.

Once you'd stopped, he stood, wiped off his face and kissed you.

"That was so fucking sexy," he growled.

You pulled his shirt over his head while he worked his jeans and pushed them down. You wrapped your hand around his thickness and circled your awaiting tunnel with the head before he pushed in.

"Mm, fuck!" You dug your nails into his neck.

"You're so tight, printsessa," he sighed.

He hit you with hard strokes. You could feel the desk shifting and surely by the time you were finished, it would be on the other side of the room.

"Yes, baby fuck me!"

He buried his face in your neck. You could hear him moaning as he gripped your thighs and drilled your pussy. The office was filled with the sound of your love making.

You pushed him off of you. He looked confused until you told him to sit down in your chair. You put your feet on the sides of his legs and held on to the arms of the chair. He guided his throbbing cock back inside of you. His eyes rolled as you sank down onto him.

You bounced on his dick. He undid the buttons on your shirt and watched as your tits bounced up and down before leaning in to place soft kisses on each. You grabbed his jaw and brought his lips to yours.

He rubbed your clit as your tongues darted in and out of one another's mouths.

"Yes, rub that pussy," you chanted. "Oooh, yes!"

Your legs were starting to give out as you neared your orgasm.

"Come on, printsessa keep going," he encouraged.

You hissed as the damn of pleasure swept over you. He kept rubbing your clit as you surfed the waves of your bliss.

When he stopped he grabbed your hips and drove himself into you. You kissed him as his grip tightened and he coated your pussy with his seed.

You dropped to your knees on his lap and laid your head on his shoulder. You could feel his heart beating with yours.

The room was quiet as you both thought about what this meant. You finally got up once you regained feeling in your legs and went to the bathroom in your office to clean up. Viktor redressed himself and was waiting for you to return.

"I feel like we probably broke so many unwritten laws just now," you joked. 

"Yeah..." He shrugged. 

"What's wrong?" You asked when he didn't say anything else.

"The next fight... Will you be in my corner?" 

The smile that was on your face dropped.

"Excuse me?"

He walked closer to you and held your hands in his. He looked into your eyes sincerely. 

"I want you to be in my corner," he said.

"No," you snatched away from him. "It's bad enough that I just fucked you on my desk after what you did and now you want me to throw it in my brother's face?"

"But what we have, it's —"

"It's wrong, Viktor. It's wrong and we both know it."

"Okay," he said, sounding defeated.

He kissed your forehead and left without looking back.

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My 2018 in Pop Culture

Same plan here as usual. This is what meant most to me last year in pop culture.

Top Forty Things From 2018

40. King Kong on Broadway I wrote about this as an adaptation of the Kong story over at SportsAlcohol.com, but here I'll just say that while I was really disappointed with this as a musical, the execution of Kong himself on stage was breathtakingly rad.

39. Rhyming "is nae" with "Disney" in Anna and the Apocalypse In theory, I don't have much of an appetite left for a zombie comedy, having been well and truly sated by Shaun of the Dead, Zombieland, and the wave of imitators that followed them. I felt like I'd seen all of the moves that are possible with that particular genre mash-up, and then I read about a Scottish zombie comedy that ALSO threw in the musical and the Christmas movie. So it was almost with a sense of grudging obligation that I accepted the inevitability that I'd see Anna and the Apocalypse. It won me over. It's got a winning cast, catchy songs, and a surprisingly effective melancholy tone. But I have to admit, the moment that really won me over was a moment in the song "Hollywood Ending" where "is nae" ("is not" in a Scottish accent) is rhymed with "Disney."

38. The Conners/The Roseanne Revival This was a real roller coaster in 2018. I was excited and apprehensive about the revival, and only slightly relieved when it began and was mostly pretty good. Still, there was an uneasiness with the way that the Roseanne character had been conceived for the revival and that basically exploded thanks to the behaviour of the real Roseanne. Still, overall I've enjoyed the revival and The Conners, and while I'm sad about what happened to TV Roseanne and real Roseanne(for different reasons)

37. "The Queen" episode of Castle Rock I liked the show pretty well overall, but oh man did this episode stand out. For most of the run, I'd just thought it was a cute bit of casting to have Sissy Spacek playing what seemed like a strangely minor role. Then this episode happened. It's a real acting showcase for Spacek and it satisfies with suspense and emotion in equal measure.

36. Kurt Russell performing "Santa Claus is Back in Town" in The Christmas Chronicles I'm a sucker for a Christmas movie, and this one is agreeable enough. There is some attempt at telling an emotional story that might hit you if you're in the right mood, and there is pleasant hint of Gremlins in the movie's portrayal of Santa's elves, but mostly it is a pretty satisfying expansion of the thought, "what if Kurt Russell was Santa Claus?" Russell is a hoot in the role, and the movie hits a peak when his Santa ends up in jail and breaks out into a jailhouse rendition of "Santa Claus is Back in Town." Downloaded and added to my Christmas playlist.

35. Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert This new wave of live musicals on TV hasn't always resulted in a great show (I honestly have forgotten a lot of the Peter Pan and Rocky Horror broadcasts), but sometimes they end up with some really cool television. Grease Live still reigns as the champion of these things, but this production of Jesus Christ Superstar was exciting and energetic and featured some neat ideas in its staging. It's shows like this that keep me hoping they'll continue to try these live musical shows.

34. The Death of Stalin Wrote about this for SportsAlcohol.com.

33. Isle of Dogs The visceral aesthetic pleasure of this film might outweigh the delicate emotional effect all of Anderson's films tend to achieve, but even if the complicated story and worldbuilding in the film kept it from succeeding for me fully on a first viewing, it did get me to want to watch it again (and again).

32. Keira Knightley in The Nutcracker and the Four Realms The movie as a whole is a good enough time in the way that all of these lavishly produced live-action Disney fantasy movies tend to be. But Keira Knightley, as the Sugarplum Fairy, single-handedly drags this movie up a notch with her fantastically daffy performance. To explain all the ways that her performance delights would be to spoil what happens in the movie, but I'll just say that she finds a few different registers to play in the film and she is amazing in each one. Think of this snub when you watch the Academy Awards.

31. The Favourite A three-hander where each leg of the triangle is different and spectacular. Turns out that acidic dialogue works just as well in the Yorgos Lanthimos world as alien affectedness, and the cast he's got for this one hurl barbs with aplomb.

30. Ash vs. Evil Dead Series Finale The third season of this show lost a bit of a step for me, not quite balancing the goofs and the horror quite as deftly as the show had done at its best. But it really brought it back around for the last couple of episodes. The finale in particular had some surprisingly big action and an ending that felt perfectly Evil Dead. If that's the last we see of Ash, it feels right.

29. DuckTales The first season wrapped up with some good adventure and some ambitious emotional storytelling. And the second season has seemed, if anything, even more confident so far (including an excellent Christmas episode).

28. Eighth Grade What a lovely, humane, gem of a movie.

27. The Old Man and the Gun I was head-over-heels in love with this one like halfway through the opening scene. If it had ended after that scene, I might have been satisfied, but the rest of the movie was truly wonderful too.

26. A Series of Unfortunate Events Season Two There's no twist for book readers as great as what they did with the Parent characters in the first season, but this second season of the show continued to be really great.

25. Rusty Lake: Paradise & Rusty Lake: Paradox This year I played all of the Rusty Lake/Cube Escape games, and it's probably a good thing that it takes a while between game releases or I might just burrow into these Twin Peaks inspired puzzles and not come out.

24. The last 20 minutes of Halloween I pretty well loved the entirety of this 40-years-later sequel, but the last twenty minutes or so were just next-level great. Basically, once everybody gets to Laurie's compound, this film was as scary as I wanted and as fist-pumpingly thrilling as I didn't know I could have expected.

23. Lost in Space Season One Might have loved this if it was just the one thing after another space survival show, but when you layer on an intriguing mystery and then add on Parker Posey's slitherly Dr. Smith? Yep, loved it.

22. The Haunting of Hill House Mike Flanagan has been doing cool horror work on smaller movies for a few years now, and I'm glad he seems to have found a patron in Netflix. The broader canvas of Haunting of Hill House allows him to do pretty much everything he's so good at, and even allows for some new tricks (like that "one long shot" episode, or the creepy background ghosts that go uncommented on in the story).

21. Creed II Creed was so great, and the notion of Stallone returning to the Ivan Drago well so worrisome, that I was a little apprehensive that this one would disappoint me. What a great surprise, then, that this was basically a best-case scenario for how this could have worked out. Even the Drago stuff is pretty compelling! I'd love to see more with Adonis and Bianca sometime, and I certainly still love Rocky himself, but for this round of playing with fire, I am satisfied.

20. Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters & Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle The first two (out of three) animated Godzilla films hit Netflix last year and they were much more curious and idiosyncratic than I expected when they were first announced. Slowly paced, with an intentional disregard for the expectations of kaiju fans, they take a brilliant concept and proceed to use it to explore the perils of various belief systems. Each of these ends on a cliffhanger, so the success of the whole thing might depend a bit on how Godzilla: Planet Eater wraps things up, but for now it's a fascinating experiment.

19. The Last Drive-In with Joe Bob Briggs I can't say I sat around missing the horror host thing (I also love and regularly watch the family-friendly Svengoolie), but I was still surprised by how enjoyable and how nostalgic I found the experience of sitting back down with Joe Bob to watch a trashy horror movie. I didn't watch this as a marathon, but it did make for a bunch of swell weekends catching up with some movies I'd never seen and a charming film buff I hadn't seen in a while.

18. Bad Times at the El Royale Everything about this, from the cast to the aesthetic to the story, was just right up my alley. There was a moment late in the film where Maggie and I turned to each other, our jaws literally dropped, and we burst into nervous laughter.

17. BlacKkKlansman Wrote this one up over at SportsAlcohol.com.

16. Three Identical Strangers This documentary knocked me out. It's an amazing story with a bunch of incredible twists and turns and fascinating characters. It also poses some really intriguing questions and left me with a lot to think about. Don't read anything about it, just see it!

15. Disenchantment As a big fan of The Simpsons and i (and knowing the similar arcs they followed pretty well), I was pretty excited for a new Matt Groening animated show, and the first season of Disenchantment might have surpassed my expectations. It's funny, visually appealing, and takes some effective swings at the kind of emotional storytelling that it took the earlier series a couple of seasons to really nail. The finale sent me scrambling to the internet to see if it had been picked up for more episodes.

14. Nancy by Olivia Jaimes As a regular and avid comic strip reader, I propose that I was more blown away than most of the internet by the new Nancy. I regularly checked in on the soggy Gilchrist version of the strip, so imagine my surprise and delight at the change! It is neat to see a newspaper strip make any kind of impact in the culture again. Plus the strip is really fun!

13. Star Wars Star Wars: Rebels came to a close with a run of really exciting episodes and a really excellent finale. The comics continued to be really good. And Solo: A Star Wars Story showed up with smaller, not so fate-of-the-galaxy stakes and still just nailed the iconic characters it was digging into in exactly the ways it needed to. In a year where Star Wars fandom was showing itself to be home to a lot of the same toxicity as other fandoms, Star Wars itself kept up its end with lots of fun stuff.

12. The Last Best Story I thought I had a good idea what to expect from a high school newspaper riff on His Girl Friday, and this book certainly (thoroughly, delightfully) satisfies that. But I wasn't exactly prepared for the emotional depth and lovely observational detail in Maggie's book (I mean, I probably should have been, but it still sneaked up on me). I finished and just wanted to read it again.

11. "The Lost Art of Forehead Sweat" episode of The X-Files This second (and seemingly final) revival season of The X-Files boasted a more confident ratio of hits to misses than the previous one (even the nutso mythology episodes showed a stronger grasp of how the show works and what it means in the current moment) but the highlight, again, was a virtuosic episode written and directed by Darin Morgan. It was brilliantly funny, very X-Filesy, and sneakily provided a hilarious alternate series finale for fans in the event that Chris Carter would botch the actual one a few episodes later (luckily, he did as well as I might have hoped, really).

10. Arrested Development - Season 5, Part 1 I disagreed with most of the complaints people lobbied against the fourth season of Arrested Development, but I do think the batch of fifth season episodes released last year did fall prey to some of the shapeless storytelling and clunky greenscreen they were accused of before (I thought the fourth season did wonders with having the characters separated, while they flailed to meaningfully integrate Lindsay in the fifth season). And because episodes weren't as clearly defined in their storytelling, it left some of the character stories feeling both too dragged out and thinly developed (thinking here of Gob's struggle with his sexuality and Tobias's relationship with Murphybrown) by the time the half-season ended on a slight cliffhanger without really building significant momentum. But for all that, I love these characters so much and the show particularly really does right by the way that Michael and George Michael try to navigate their relationship with each other after the events of the fourth season.

9. Mary Poppins Returns This movie had impossible shoes to fill, and you can tell that everybody involved took that seriously. I saw this one twice. The first time, I really enjoyed it. The second time, it made me cry.

8. Marvel Cinematic Universe Black Panther was so fantastic, Avengers: Infinity War felt like a really special theater experience, and Ant-Man and the Wasp was a delightful trifle with an amazing, playful gut-punch of a stinger. Really, I had a great time will all three movies they put out this year and I loved the ride they took us on all the way through to the final text card in the Ant-Man credits.

7. Surprise, it's The Cloverfield Paradox! Sure, this is easily the least of the Cloverfield movies so far (it's still a fun haunted-house-on-a-space-station movie with an overqualified cast), but I don't imagine there'll be a more fun way to see one of these. I was already feeling that familiar Cloverfield excitement as the online marketing game started spooling up, but I pretty much leapt off the couch when Katie and I saw the Super Bowl ad that announced it would be dropping soon on Netflix, and freaked out even further when I looked on Netflix and saw the tag that it would debut after the game ended! We stayed up and watched it that night, and I went to sleep in the glow of a new Cloverfield. Gonna be hard to top that for excitement next time, but I'm looking forward to seeing them try.

6. Support the Girls Basically a "day in the life" movie about a manager of a Hooters-style sports bar, this movie (starring a perfect Regina Hall) is warm and human and reassuring because of the way it eschews the normal reassurances of this kind of thing and just plays it real. It's a beautiful movie.

5. GLOW I loved the first season of GLOW, and I think this second season is even better. It digs a little deeper into the supporting cast, doubles down on its resonance with things happening in the culture right now, includes that delightful episode within an episode, and ends on a perfect and delicate emotional note.

4. American Vandal Here's one of those shows with a perfect first season taking a shot at a follow-up, and they nailed it. Whatever trades are made in taking on a case with less personal involvement for our investigator leads are made up by the incisive observational writing (and hilarious bathroom jokes), this time throwing race and class into the mix. I'm sorry we won't get to see them take on another case and format, but these first two seasons are perfect.

3. Ready Player One I am in the tank for pretty much any Spielberg movie (I've loved the dramas he's done in the last few years) and here he's made a movie with cameos from King Kong and Mechagodzilla. I enjoyed the book this was based on, but I loved the movie even more. The visuals and action (and that amazing Shining sequence) are terrific, but the way that they restructured the game tasks build to make a moving argument for the ways even popular art are used for communication and connection, and Mark Rylance's portrayal of the Wonka-esque Halliday makes it all land.

2. The Ballad of Buster Scruggs I wrote about this one over at SportsAlcohol.com. I loved it.

1. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One & Two To be quite honest, this would be hard to beat in any event since I got engaged to be married between Part One and Part Two. Luckily, the show was a really special event even beyond that personal association. A surprisingly moving epilogue to the Harry Potter stories (and more satisfying in performance where the performances of the actors makes up for some of the ways the supporting characters seemed more thinly conceived in the script than they did in the books), it was also a dazzling theatrical experience. The variety of tricks employed to bring the wizard world to the stage meant that just as you figured out how they pulled off one big effect you were met with three other nifty flourishes. I dig Rowling's continued noodling around in her wizard world through things like this play and the Fantastic Beasts films (I enjoyed Crimes of Grindelwald) as a way to tell new stories and explore nerdy minutia without undoing the lovely bow of that original series of books. (Side note: Because my pleasure reading time has been so heavily curtailed as I get through this first school year, I'm only about a third in on Lethal White. Really digging it, but don't feel like I can include it on this list properly.)

Top Twenty Things I'm Excited About in 2019

Godzilla: King of the Monsters Never would I have believed that we'd be getting a big-budget American Godzilla film that would prominently feature Mothra, Rodan, and King Ghidorah as the third film in a shared Godzilla/Kong movie universe. Now it is happening, and everything they've released to do with the film (trailers, posters, etc) have looked incredible. Gonna be hard to top this one for excitement this year.

Marvel Cinematic Universe Captain Marvel looks like a lot of fun, I'm sure Spider-Man: Far From Home will be great, and I'm pretty interested in whatever Marvel Studios ends up doing for the Disney+ streaming service, but the main event this year is obviously Avengers: Endgame. Whatever form this big finale for the first decade of MCU stories takes, I cannot wait to see it.

Star Wars As with Marvel, there's plenty to look forward to this year, with The Mandalorian presumably accompanying the debut of Disney+ along with the revival of The Clone Wars, but the biggest deal will of course be Episode IX, the grand finale of the main Star Wars saga and the story of the Skywalkers.

Arrested Development The original run of the series was nearly flawless. The fourth season is, in some ways, even more ambitious and special. And even though the first half of this fifth season was, to my eyes, guilty of some of the baggy, formless storytelling that season four had been accused of (and splitting the season like this meant that the first half felt weirdly unsatisfying), it still had a ton of joke that I really loved and developed the relationship between Michael and his son in a way that I did find satisfying after the fourth season cliffhanger. Excited for more of the show and crossing my fingers that it nails the landing.

Stranger Things III This one drops on my birthday! Setting the story in summer sounds fun to me, and I'm pretty excited to see these characters again after a year off.

The Twilight Zone The original series is a deep foundation of my pop culture world and I even found things to like about the UPN revival in the early 00s, so I'm predisposed to be interested in this. But giving it to Jordan Peele (also so psyched for Us) seems like a masterstroke and the trailer they just released is so perfect (both for the obvious love it displays for the original and the new energy it promises) that it's driven me to distraction. Cannot wait for this.

The Addams Family I was obsessed with The Addams Family back when the two Barry Sonnenfeld films came out in the 90s. I loved the 60s sitcom, the movies, and the animated series (and more recently was bitterly disappointed by the Broadway musical). But most of all I adored the Charles Addams cartoons. This latest animated film has been kicking around in some form of development for a while now (there was a time when it was reported that they were trying to get Tim Burton to give it the stop-motion treatment) and I'm a little apprehensive that it ended up with Illumination Studios. Still, a new animated Addams Family film is a must see.

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance This sounds pretty special, and in any case it is exciting to get an ambitious new puppet project from the Henson Company delivered right to my Netflix queue this year.

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood & The Irishman A new Tarantino film would be on this list no matter what, so those photos they released a while back were most exciting to just get a look at what he's going for aesthetically. And of course I'm intrigued and excited to hear that Netflix is throwing money at Scorsese to make a crime film starting De Niro, Pacino, Keitel, and Joe Pesci.

The French Dispatch Not sure if this one will actually hit this year or end up seeking out some awards-friendly release next year, but it's a Wes Anderson film about journalism with a predictably great cast. Exciting whenever it comes out.

Knives Out Rian Johnson writing and directing another mystery film with this cast? Let's do this now.

Little Women Lady Bird was sooo good that I'd be pretty into whatever movie Greta Gerwig made next, so the incredible cast she's assembled for this follow up is just icing.

The Righteous Gemstones When Jody Hill and Danny McBride make another HBO show, I'm going to watch it. Make it about a family of televangelists and make John Goodman the patriarch, and I can't wait to watch it.

My Favorite Thing is Monsters Volume 2 The first volume was a surprise highlight of 2017 and it was a bummer to see this follow up slide further and further back on release calendars. Hoping it finally arrives this year, but the original was so wonderful that I'm ready to wait as long as it takes.

Missing Link There are other animated movies I'll be really excited for by the time they come out this year (Toy Story 4 and Frozen 2 will surely be huge events) but I'm probably most excited that Laika is back with a new feature.

Star Trek It looks like, as an attempt to get people like me to actually keep up their CBS All Access subscription outside of the two months they're offering new episodes of Star Trek Discovery (and I am pretty psyched for this second season!) they are planning on keeping us in new Star Trek as often as possible. An animated Trek comedy! A new series about Picard! More of those very cool Short Treks! I'm pretty into seeing what they have in store this year.

Looney Tunes Cartoons After years and years of grousing about Warner Bros' treatment of the Looney Tunes characters (even when they have something that kinda works, like Wabbit or New Looney Tunes, it has felt like they're on the C-list; and no, Space Jam 2 does not make me feel better), I'm intrigued by this series and am anxious to see some footage to see what they're cooking up.

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels I loved the original series, I'm a sucker for stories set in America in the 30s, and  I like the cast they're lining up, so I'm definitely into this.

Amazing Stories I don't even know if or when I'll get to see this (we already have so many streaming services and if I'm adding another one this year, it'll be Disney+), but I love the idea of a new Amazing Stories and if Spielberg directs an episode or two it'll make this a must watch somehow.

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Would you ever consider another part to the sick fic with Ivan Drago and the reader? Only this time he’s the one to fall ill and the reader takes care of him? Curiosity gets to the best of me whilst wondering what Ivan would be like when he’s in a more weaker state. (Completely ignoring the match with Rocky when I say that lol) but yeah! I think it would be cool to see what would happen and how the reader would deal with all of his excuses like “I’m fine,” but fails to justify that when he bursts into a round of coughs or sneezes. Anyway, I think it would be rather cool to see what you could do! You’re fanfics have been a blast to read lately!! :D

Honey you just made my day! Normally I don't really do requests, because I suck at fulfilling them. HOWEVER I fucking LOVE this idea!

So here ya go sweetness for making me so ridiculously happy, this is part 2 of Imagine # 1,006. Where Ivan gets sick from nursing the sick reader.

Imagine # 1,006 (Part 2)

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Year posted - 2022

*Part 1 linked up top.

Tags - @wafners-eternity-serum - @80s4life @tonyestarque

Also I was listening to this playlist on Spotify while I wrote this. ╮(╯▽╰)╭ I reference a few songs on this playlist in the story so that's why I linked it. And the links in the story are to a post with the translations of the bits written in Russian.

"Oh Ivan I knew this would happen." (Y/n) sighed as she pressed her palm to her lovers forehead, frowning at how hot his clammy skin felt. "I'm fine." Ivan tried to wave off her worries, only for a fit of coughs to prove him wrong. "You silly man." She mused softly, pressing her lips to his temple. "Stay here my love, I'll go make you some soup." (Y/n) offered, rising to her feet before he could even contemplate refusing her offer. Putting on a record to play softly in the background as she cooked, (Y/n) hummed along with Elvis as he sang his sad melody, Are You Lonesome Tonight? The kitchen filling with the wonderful aroma of chicken soup, and making (Y/n) feel exuberant to have the chance, to nurse Ivan back to health the way he had nursed her just a few days prior.

"Ivan!" (Y/n) gasped in fear, her heart hammering the moment he wrapped his arms around her hips. "You scared me half to death!" She scolded her lover, who nuzzled his face into her neck. "Sorry." He sniffled a little, the large duvet still wrapped around his shoulders. "Missed you принцесса." He whispered, practically squishing her within his hold, making her giggle softly. "Oh Ivan you goof, I've only been away for five minutes." (Y/n) grinned, leaning into his hold. "To long." He huffed with a smile of his own, kissing her neck affectionately. "You're ridiculous, but I still love you." (Y/n) mused as Ivan raised his head from the crook of her neck, resting her forehead against the side of his jaw.

"I love you more." Ivan whispered, wrapping the duvet around her shoulders so he could pull her even further into his hold. "Not possible." (Y/n) giggled as she tilted her head back, planting a kiss against the underside of his jaw. "Now go lay back down, I'll be in there in just a minute." She insisted, smiling when Ivan only squeezed her tighter. "Not without you." He argued like a child, making (Y/n) smile. "I'll be there in just a minute, go rest my sweet." She urged giving him a small nudge, her smile growing when he pulled away, doing as she said. Finishing up in the kitchen as quickly as she could, (Y/n) gathered up the wooden tray, and walked to the bedroom. Her heart fluttering at the endearing sight of Ivan nestled in their shared bed. "That was three minutes." Ivan deadpanned, making (Y/n) snort as she approached the bed.

Placing the tray on the nightstand she shook her head with a grin. "Stop counting the seconds." She teased, a squeak escaping her when Ivan swiftly pulled her down and into the bed with him, trapping her within the blankets and his arms. "Ivan!" She gasped through her fit of giggles, hiding her face into his chest as she tried calming her thundering heart. "That's better." He hummed softly, nuzzling his face into her hair. Elvis's Can't Help Falling In Love, playing softly from the living room record player, making the moment feel surreal and perfect in so many ways. "Your soup is gonna get cold." (Y/n) mumbled against his chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns along his skin.

"I don't care right now." Ivan admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Well I do Mr." She pulled herself away from his hold, sitting cross legged beside him, she reached for the bowl. "Open." She instructed as she held a spoonful in front of his face, Ivan rolled his eyes with a grin, doing as she said regardless. "Good boy." (Y/n) teased playfully, continuing to spoon feed him with a content smile. From the living room came the song And I Love You So by Perry Como, making butterflies flutter in (Y/n)'s stomach, realizing just how deep her love for Ivan ran. "You treat me like a child принцесса." Ivan teased after she offered him the last spoonful. "I treat you like my Настоящая любовь." She argued with a sincere smile.

Ivan had froze upon her declaration, before practically melting into the bed, pulling her back into his hold once more. "You are my Настоящая любовь as well." Ivan cooed softly, kissing the crown of her head, the both of them feeling more loved then they ever had before. "Maybe you should get sick more often, you're so soft on me when you're sick." (Y/n) joked with a grin. "I am always soft with you принцесса." Ivan argued, gently pulling (Y/n) up to look into her eyes, smiling at her adoringly. "Mm perhaps." She teased with a grin, giggling when Ivan quickly turned them around, so he now lay atop her.

"Would you rather I be hard?" He wondered aloud rather suggestively, laughing when (Y/n) blushed at his words. "Don't ruin the moment my Король." She shook her head, laughing when Ivan nuzzled back into her neck, peppering her skin with sloppy wet kisses. "Ivan that tickles!" She snickered, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. "Good." He muttered against her skin, fighting the urge to cough by distracting himself with kissing (Y/n)'s warm skin. When he finally let up on his playful assault, he sat up peering down into her eyes.

"Are you feeling any better Ivan?" She asked as she held his face between her hands. "With you in my arms, yes I feel much better." He brushed his knuckles across her cheekbone. "You're so cheesy." (Y/n) mumbled with a grin, sighing happily when Ivan rest his forehead against her own, his skin actually feeling a little lest clammy. "It is your fault." Ivan whispered. "Probably." (Y/n) agreed before pulling him down for a proper kiss, not caring if she ended up sick all over again.

But when they pulled apart, Ivan quickly turned away, falling into a sneezing fit. "Oh my sweet." (Y/n) cooed as she rubbed his shoulder gently, finding his sneezes quite cute. "Ready to take some medicine?" She asked after Ivan finished sneezing. "Нет никогда." Ivan shook his head, burying it into the crook of her neck again, his words making (Y/n) snicker. "I'm afraid my love, that you are in fact a child when you are sick." (Y/n) taunted playfully, as she stroked his messy hair back, grinning when he only grunted in response.

*Gods this one was so tooth rottingly sweet, I was feeling so soft while writing this. (I blame the music lol) This one also ended up much longer than the first part, but to be fair, I originally wanted the first part to be much longer anyhow. I really hope you enjoyed it my lovelies! 💚

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Imagine # 1,006

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If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

God credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - None!

📝Note(s) - Here have a little something sweet and fluffy after that filthy smut piece I posted.

(Link to that story if you're interested.)

Tags - @joikima-joestar - @80s4life @tonyestarque

Frowning deeply Ivan observed his lover, absolutely hating the sight of her laying on the couch miserable and sick. "Do you need anything?" He asked softly, afraid if he spoke to loud, he'd cause her any amount of pain. She only shook her head no in response, nestling further into the large blanket she had wrapped around her. Despite the blanket, and the fact that the room sat at nearly 72 degrees, she was still shivering like a leaf. "Are you sure little one?" He asked while brushing some hair away from her forehead, frowning deeper when he felt how hot her skin still was. Again she shook her head no, before a round of coughs ripped through her. He sighed at the sight, feeling guilty for having dragged her out into the evening rain a few nights ago, wanting to share a cheesy romantic moment with her. "Do you want to cuddle?" Ivan asked with a small smile. "Don't wanna get you sick." She said as she shook her head, whining a little when he kissed the crown of her head. "I do not care about that, I want to comfort you." He shrugged her worry off, before moving to pick her up. "Come here принцесса." Ivan mumbled as he pulled her into his arms, laying her on top on his body once he laid down on the couch. A smile gracing his handsome face when she cuddled against him, soaking up his warmth greedily. "Rest now my sweet принцесса." He hummed before kissing the crown of her head again, his arms securely around her smaller body.

*I wrote a part two here!

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Imagine # 906

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Gif credit goes to - @theactioneer (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

Tag(s) - @joikima-joestar

*God I wanna write about this! 😭