#Ivan drago imagine

[komotionlessqueenmm]

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.

[morgandr]

Imagine:

You and Dolph being the “It Couple” of the 80’s.

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(Dolph Lundgren/Ivan Drago X Reader)

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[yoooitssalexx]

Hey guys! This is part 2 to the imagine of Rockys!Daughter x Viktor Drago.

Mature chapter,contains smut.

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The next morning you woke up with a major headache after spending the night crying. You debated looking for a flight back to Philly and avoiding any and all drama. Deciding to just buck up and go to the fight you got out of bed and started your day. Ordering room service you hid out in your room the whole morning until it was time to get ready for the fight.

You walked out of the shower and found an envelope on the floor by the door,picking it up you found a VIP pass and ticket to tonights fight. You already had a seat with Bianca but this seat was front row right next to the ring, leaving you to wonder who would slide this under your door.

You dressed in a black one sleeve jumpsuit,pairing the simple out fit with your gold necklace that your mother had gifted you and a bracelet and hoops to match. You slid into your heels and made your way out,your eyes landing on Buddy,Viktor,and Ivan. You froze in your spot,watching the three men walk towards the elevator. You watched them get in,eyes locking with Viktor before the doors slid shut.

Taking a few minutes to collect yourself you ordered  your Lyft to the arena,not expecting the large group of paparazzi outside of the hotel. They started shouting your name,every last one of them asking questions about you,Viktor,and your relationship.

You slid your shades on and pushed your way through the crowd to the car,holding back the tears that threatened to come out. Once you arrived at the arena the same fate awaited you,shoving your way inside you ignored the prying questions and rude comments.

You met up with Bianca,no words exchanged about anything that had gone on. You figured Adonis didn't know,familiar with his avoidance of social media before a fight. That didn't help appease the guilt you felt,feeling like you betrayed your brother in the worst way possible. Adonis may not have been blood but he was family,not forgetting the way the man helped you lift your father up from the pits of despair when he received his cancer diagnosis.

You twisted your rings nervously,stopping when Bianca reached over and grabbed your hands. It was hard for you to ignore the whispers around you,your knee bouncing nervously. You squeezed Bianca's hand,happy to have her support despite everything going on.

You looked up when you heard the booing start,your eyes falling on Ivan leading Viktor into the arena proudly. You watched the broad man walk confidently into the ring,not at all bothered by the booing in the crowd. Soon after Adonis' walk out music started,the lights darkening then flashing in patterns. Everyone cheered Adonis on,you and Bianca standing to clap for Adonis. You glanced at the tickets that had been slid under your door,noticing it would have put you on the other side of the ring. On Viktor's side.

The bell sounded,both men going straight at it. You watched as Adonis landed hit after hit on Viktor,soon Viktor landing a hit on Adonis which he blocked and still went back into the ropes. It was clear that Viktor put his strength into every punch. You watched Viktor back up as Adonis swung,recognizing the baiting tactic as the men moved around the ring. The bell rung as Viktor landed a right hand,the fight hard to watch after just starting.

You watched as Viktor and Ivan traded words,watching Viktor's face contort in anger and determination. Viktor continued to dominate the fight in the second round,you and Bianca on your feet as Adonis fell into the ropes. Adonis struggled to stand,making the count. Soon you watched as Viktor landed two hard right hands to Adonis' rib cage,hearing the rib crack from where you stood. Viktor yelled in triumph as Adonis fell to the ground and yelled in pain,you hoped Adonis would realize that Viktor held the upper hand and the fight would only get worse.

You watched Viktor come out swinging,the ref having to direct Viktor to his corner when Adonis landed a right hand. Duke crossed words with Adonis,soon throwing Bianca a look of defeat when the man refused to quit. Your eyes wandered to Ivan yelling something to Viktor,the man panting and his face contorted in rage as he walked to the center of the ring.

Viktor continued to hit Adonis with his all,landing another strong hit to his rib cage. You watched in horror as Adonis fell to his knees and Viktor swung again even after the ref called it. Your heart raced as you made your way to the ring,shoving people out of your way as you reached Adonis and began to look him over. You felt his broken ribs,the man not stirring at your touch.

"Call 911."You directed,feeling his faint pulse as you tried to awaken the man.

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You were with Bianca as the doctor informed her of Adonis' condition,a nurse informing both of you of a visitor.

"Dad."You whispered,hugging him quickly.

He hugged Bianca after,whispering to her softly.

You watched from the door as Rocky spoke to Adonis,the young boxer becoming upset quickly. You knew Adonis' pride was strong,your heart breaking when his words clearly hurt your fathers feelings. You left with him,hugging Bianca as an apology.

You agreed to go with your father back to Philly,asking him to wait in the lobby as you packed your bags. You made sure to collect all of your belongings,walking out to find Viktor talking to Ivan in the hallway. He moved to follow after you as you pushed the button to the elevator only seeing Ivan hold him back when you turned as the elevator doors shut.

Your father tucked you into his chest as you walked out of the hotel,the reporters yelling questions at the two of you as you got into the car. The train ride to Philly allowed you time to sit in your thoughts,nothing becoming clear the more you thought about things.

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Time passed and you watched a fight Viktor was in,the interview that followed making you shiver. They talked about his loss which Viktor corrected as a disqualification,the Russian declaring a challenge to Adonis yet again. Max Kellerman asked him about his involvement with you,Viktor only answering by saying that there was nothing to tell and he was focused on his wins. You sighed as you turned the TV off,clearing up your coffee table.

Days later you had finished up your last shift of the week at the hospital,glad to be helping out in the ED as they were short staffed. You were a general surgeon,enjoying the days in the OR but there was something about the chaos in the ED helped you forget about the chaos of your own life. People had finally stopped asking about your involvement with Viktor,now resorting to whispering when they thought you couldn't hear.

You had various candles lit around your apartment,a glass of wine on your coffee table. You frowned at the multiple nail polish colors you had set out,your self care routine interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Coming!"You yelled,sighing as you wondered who could possibly be at your door at this time of night.

You shivered as you pulled the door open,gasping when you looked up to find the large man standing at your door. He waved,a shy look on his face.

"Viktor."You whispered,chewing on your lip nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you."He said,hands in his pockets. "I have no one."

"What happened? Are you okay?"You neared him,looking him over quickly. You could tell he had something heavy weighing on his mind,feeling for the large man who was clearly torn.

"Can we talk?"He asked,smiling when you looked at him with concern.

"Yeah."You nodded,opening the door wider for the large man to step through. "Come in."

The large man made your small home feel even tinier,his eyes looking around the dark room that was mostly lit by the candles.

"I interrupt?"He asked,following you to your living room.

"No,just having a little self care night."You shrugged,turning to him.

"Self care?"He parroted,his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah,helps me relax."You gestured to the masks you had used and the lotions you used for a self foot rub after you finished doing your nails.

He nodded,walking up to a picture on one of your shelves. It was a picture of you with your dad in the ring at Mickys gym,you were only about 4 when your mother took the picture of you "training" with your father.

"Very cute."Viktor pointed,turning to you with a smile.

You smiled back,offering him something to eat or drink to which he refused. You gestured for him to sit as you resumed your pondering over what color to choose. He sat next to you,the large man clearly tense.

"Whenever you're ready,I am listening. I just can't decide on a color."You looked at him from the corner of your eye,watching him remove his coat.

"I like."He pointed to a light pink you had on the table,nodding when you picked up the little polish.

"Then it's settled."You hummed,leaning against the arm of the sofa to begin painting your toes.

Viktor grabbed the bottle and pulled your foot into his lap,tilting his head as he focused on painting your nails. "I never tell anyone about this. But I trust you."

"Okay."you nodded,trying not to smile at the image of the large boxer painting your toes a pink color that he had chosen.

"After my father lose fight to your father,"He began,slowly moving the brush to ensure he painted your whole nail. "Things between him and Ludmilla were not very good."

"Ludmilla? Your mother?"You guessed,the name familiar in your household when discussing the aforementioned fight.

"Yes."He nodded,moving on to another nail when he deemed the last one perfect. "She leave him when kicked out of Russia,leaving both of us."

"I'm sorry."You frowned,watching him focus at the task he was currently doing.

He shrugged,continuing with the paint. "I don't see her in years,but few days ago we have dinner in Russia with some people. She is remarried,only appear now after so long."

"And how did you feel when you saw her?"You asked,allowing him to switch to your other foot.

"Angry."He said simply,dipping the small brush into the paint. "Angry,these people turn back to my father now after all this time. Now that I fight and earn my own way they want to be there,like leeches."

"And you're angry at her too."You pointed out,watching his lip raise.

"Yes."He said simply. "I don't know her,she is stranger to me. She abandon me."

"And your father."

He nodded,his pace a little faster now that he was more comfortable. "I hate to see him be with them,we don't need these people. Only there for convenience."

"I understand."You nodded. "Have you ever thought of telling her why you're angry at her?"

He paused,pondering your question as he examined his work. "What good will do?"

"There's a belief."You said simply,placing your feet flat on the floor. "Anger expressed,is anger extinguished."You grabbed the miniature looking nail polish from his large paws,placing it on the table. "You can't carry all of this anger with you forever,you should at least talk to your father. He should know how you feel,you care about his feelings and want to protect him from these people too."

"How I do?"he asked,watching you look at your newly painted toes.

"Very good."You smiled. "Want to become my nail tech?"you asked.

He smiled,playing with his fingers. "I never do that before."

"There's a first time for everything."You nodded,grabbing your wine glass. He watched you sip the wine,seemingly not able to look away from you. "Want to try some?"You asked,not sure if the disciplined fighter drank alcohol.

He nodded,taking the glass from your hand. His left hand cradled the back of your head and pulled your lips to his. You pulled away from the kiss,eyes shut at the feeling that ran through your body.

"Very good wine."He hummed,placing the glass on the coffee table.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes,the Russian boxer pondering your words as you cleared the table and put things away. He watched you move about,enjoying the comfort he felt in your home. Something about the place actually feeling like a home and the warmth not only from the fire, his gaze soft when you shyly sat next to him again.

You rubbed the back of your neck,leaning away from the large man. He watched you silently,tucking your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his hand,the Russian pulling your legs into his lap.

"You finish your self care?"He asked,his thumb stroking your calf.

You cleared your throat and reached for your lotion,the large boxer taking it from your hands and silently beginning to rub your feet. You relaxed at the soothing of the tension of being on your feet for over 12 hours,Viktor silent as he thought over your last words.

"You think I should talk to her?"He asked,rubbing your feet gently.

"If not her,talk to Ivan. For you,you see people who turned their backs on your father over something that wasn't that detrimental. But to Ivan,this might feel like a chance to win back the things he lost."

He pondered your words for a few minutes,continuing his massaging of your feet and legs as he thought in silence. "That doesn't invalidate what you feel,Viktor. You're feelings aren't wrong."

"How you so smart?"He asked,his hands rubbing higher and higher on your legs.

You shrugged,allowing the large man to kneel between your legs. He rubbed his nose against yours,large hands gripping your thighs to pull your legs around his hips. "Why I feel this way for you?"

"What way?"You whispered,arms wrapping around his neck.

"Happy,trust,free."He whispered back,leaning down to kiss you again.

After a few minutes he sat back up,settling you on his lap. You pulled at his shirt,pulling away to pull the tight shirt off of his body. He leaned against the back of the couch and let you do as you wish,your hands landing on his pecs to steady yourself.

His sparkling eyes met yours,large hands gripping your hips tightly. He noticed your hesitation,thumbs rubbing your hip bones gently. "We can stop."He said softly,moaning when you pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I don't want to stop."You whispered,pulling your shirt over your head. The Russian kissed your neck,hands sliding up your back and unclasping your bra.

"So beautiful."He whispered,tossing your bra to the side. The man reveled in your moans,burying his face straight into your chest. He paid equal attention to each of your breasts,his own hips thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips.

The large man stood and tightened your legs around his thick waist,following your directions to the bedroom. He laid you carefully on the bed,his eyes tracing your entire body. He pulled at your shorts and pulled them off in one tug,quickly hurrying to rid himself of his own shorts when you pulled at them.

The Russian started with methodical kisses at your neck,a slow path down your body makes whispers of his name fall from your lips in breathless moans. He kneeled on the floor,hitching your legs over his shoulders he placed a soft kiss on your wet pussy before diving right in.

He growled when you raised your hips,making note of what it was that pulled the biggest reaction out of you. He flattened his tongue,the thick appendage and the way the man used it to bring you to the edge of bliss. Your hands came to his head,pushing him closer at the feeling of your orgasm nearing.

His large hands gripped your thighs tightly,his tongue lapping at your wetness. He groaned when your nails scraped his scalp lightly,smirking when your moans got higher in pitch when he slid a thick finger inside of you and sucked on your clit.

"Viktor."You panted,legs tightening around his head. "Fuck I'm close."

He sucked on your clit gently,not stopping his onslaught of pleasure. He felt you tighten around his finger,his broad tongue swiping up and down sensually. He made sure to lick up every last drop of your cum,leaving you panting heavily when he pulled away.

"You okay,malyshka?"He leaned over you,licking his bearded lips and still tasting your sweetness.

"Mmhmm."You hummed,eyes shut in bliss.

The large man plopped next to you in all his naked glory,his hazel eyes just watching you lay in bliss. "So beautiful."he twirled a long strand of your hair around his finger.

You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you,a softness in his gaze. You pushed his chest softly,the large man falling onto his back as you wanted. He let you climb on top of him,watching you trail kisses down his sculpted chest. He moaned when he felt your tongue trace up his chest from the bottom of his abs.

Your small hand wrapped around his thick length,stroking him slowly. You kissed his neck softly,nipping at his skin gently. Mapping a trail of kisses down his sculpted chest to his hard length you watched him through hooded eyes as you placed a soft kiss on the head of his dick. His hips jolted,large hand buried into your dark locks when you licked the tip slowly.

"Please."He whimpered,his pleading look causing you to smirk.

"You look so pretty when you beg."You teased,stroking his thick length slowly. "Do it again."

"Please,I need you."He begged again,a soft pout on his lips.

The confidence that you exuded at that moment made his head spin,the man feeling breathless at the feeling of you touching him. If he thought you were beautiful and sexy before, the way you took control now made him see it even more.

You gave in to the man's pretty pleas,slowly taking his thick length into your mouth. His low moan when you swirled your tongue around the head of his dick was the sexiest sound you ever heard,your hand working what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly,the man using his grip to guide your mouth up and down the way he wanted. When you started to take more of his length into his mouth and suck harder he growled,toes curling when he felt he was close to his orgasm.

"Malyshka."He whined,growling when you fondled his heavy balls and almost made him cum right there. He used his grip on your hair to gently pull your mouth off  his length,his large hands cradling your face gently. "I need to feel you."

He helped you climb on top of him,his hands resting on your hips as you reached over him to grab something from your drawer. His eyes fell on the condom packet you held up,a coy smile on your pretty lips.

"Make me yours."You whispered,leaning down to bite his lip gently.

The large man flipped you over,growling into the kiss when your nails dug into his biceps. You were too lost in the feeling of his tongue delving into your mouth to notice him put the condom on,your eyes opening when you felt his tip at your warm entrance.

"So tight,malyshka."He groaned into your mouth,slowly inching his thick girth in.

He pulled away from your lips to press his forehead against yours,eyes shut tight in concentration. Your nails dug into his broad back,legs tightening around his hips when he bottomed out. The pleasure of being filled outweighed the burn of the stretch,it had been so long since you'd been with someone and even longer since someone made you feel this good.

"Viktor."You whined,nails scratching red fiery lines down his muscular back. "Please."

"Please what."He teased,nipping your bottom lip gently. He smirked when your answer died right on the  tip of your tongue,a deep moan coming out when he slid out of your tight entrance and slowly slid back in.

The large man built a slow and sensual pace,gradually speeding up when your moans slowly grew louder. He loved the way your moans grew louder when he picked up speed, his hand squeezed your thigh and raised your leg higher on his hip. You moaned when his hand slid up your body,large hand coming to lightly squeeze your neck.

He watched your eyes flutter shut,watching your teeth bite your bottom lip in pure pleasure. He loved the way you trusted him with your pleasure,his hand applying the pressure you craved so perfectly.

You could barely focus on the words he whispered as he continued his deep sensual thrusts,his pace slowing drastically to slowly roll his hips into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip softly,a low groan leaving the man when you gently sucked on his thumb.

"My little minx."He smirked,wet thumb stroking your lips softly and smearing your spit across them. "You drive me crazy."

He trailed his lips against your jawline and down your neck,the roughness of his beard brushing against your soft skin making you burn deliciously. With your arms and legs secured tightly around the large man you rolled the two of you over so you straddled him,left hand cupping his cheek.

"More."You whispered,pulling him forward to taste his lips once more. You rolled your hips in a sensual rhythm,biting his lip gently when he gripped your hips to help guide your movements.

He sat up,large hands splayed out on your back. You leaned your forehead against his,nails digging into his strong back. You noticed him controlling his moans,not appreciating the way he tried to avoid making any sounds.

"I wanna hear you."You whispered,tilting his head back to look him in the eye. Your tongue traced his lips,smirking when a deep moan left the large man.

With each movement you felt the bliss of orgasm closer and closer. His moans and yours blended into one beautiful melody,tongues meeting in an infernal dance. You were too lost in the pleasure you were being given to even hear the ringing phone,Viktor ignoring the familiar ring of his phone to focus his attention solely on you.

You felt Viktor's hands everywhere a burning trail of heat following wherever he touched. The large russian planted his feet on the bed,large hands moving to hold your hips in a tight controlling grip. His low growl when he felt you tighten around him made you tremble,your orgasm impending.

"Cum with me."You pulled him closer,chests touching but not feeling close enough to the large man. "Together."

He growled,pulling you impossibly closer. He rolled the two of you over,your head landing on your pillow. Viktor grabbed your knee tightly,the large man bending your leg forward so your knee touched your chest. Your nails dug into his broad back,his thrusts hitting just the right spot every time without fault.

You both came together,a low growl of your name falling from Viktor's perfect lips. You could've cum just from that sound alone,your hands cupping his face to make him look you in the eyes. His hazel eyes met yours,the man swallowing your moan when he planted his lips on yours.

You held onto him tightly,enjoying the warmth that came from his body. He leaned his arms next to your head,his nose nudging yours gently. You smiled softly at him, thumbs stroking his cheeks softly.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"He whispered, beginning to pull away when he felt he was leaning his weight on you too much. You tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he was.

"I'm okay,everything's perfect."You pecked his lips quickly,watching his cheeks tinge pink.

"It is."He nodded, pulling you closer before rolling onto his back with you on top of him. You rest your chin on his chest,watching him quietly.

He ran his fingers through your hair, turning to look at you when he felt your eyes on him. He smiled when your eyes met,the man looking very much at ease.

"You look more relaxed."You observed, fingers tracing indiscernible shapes on his chest.

"It's not only because of this."He slid his hand down your side,rubbing your side gently.

"Then what is it?"You asked.

"It's you."He pulled your leg over his, squeezing your knee softly. He leaned down to kiss you,a laugh interrupting the kiss when his stomach growled.

"Hungry?"You sat up,reaching for the clothes the two of you left on the floor. You slid your panties on followed by his shirt,tossing him his boxers after. He laughed and slid them on, sitting on the edge of your bed. You stepped between his legs,hands cradling his face while his gripped your hips. "Come on."You kissed him quickly, turning and walking out of your bedroom.

The giant man followed after you, the sight of him leaning down when he crossed your door making you giggle. He smiled at the sound of you laughing,grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling lightly. "What's so funny?"He questioned, your hands landing on his pecs.

"You're so big."You said simply, biting your lip.

"I thought you like that?"He cupped your ass boldly, squeezing the supple flesh.

"I love it."You whispered seductively,biting his lip gently before pulling away and walking towards your kitchen. You looked through your fridge, only finding the steak you had pulled for tomorrow's dinner.

The Russian boxer sat at your table after insisting you didn't have to make him anything and you waving him off, watching you cook wearing his shirt only. You served the steak with some asparagus and potatoes,enjoying his surprised look.

"Smells delicious."He said as you sat across from him and poured two glasses of wine. He cut into the steak, moaning at the taste when he took the first bite. You watched him eat, enjoying the relaxed and comfortable vibe between the two of you.

He offered you bites of the food, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence as he finished the meal. You picked up the plate when he finished, ignoring his insistence on cleaning up. You washed the plate quickly, leaning into him when he pressed against your backside.

His hands slid up your thighs,pushing his shirt up as he appreciated your soft skin. Your eyes fell shut when he moved your hair over to your right shoulder and his lips planted kisses on your neck.

"Still hungry?"You smirked, pressing your ass into him.

"For you? Always."He answered. He spun you around,wrapping your legs around his waist as he planted you on the counter.

You moaned when his tongue delved into your mouth,his grip tight as he pulled you as close as possible. Your hands slid up his strong arms,sliding up his shoulders,then to his neck. You sighed in bliss when he pulled away and kissed his way down your neck,choosing a spot to lightly suck. Your nails lightly scraped his scalp when he moved to a sensitive spot on your neck,groaning when you heard a phone ring again.

He groaned in annoyance when he recognized the sound of his phone,already imagining who it was. He slid the bottom of his shirt up slowly,long fingers sliding against your smooth skin.

"You should answer it."You whispered,index finger tracing down the chiseled lines of his chest.

"No."He pouted,kissing your fingertip as it traced his lips.

"Go."You nodded towards the loud ringing,pushing him lightly. You hopped off the counter when he gave in,watching him walk towards his phone.

You made your way to your couch,plopping down as he walked back with the miniature looking device in his large hands. "Everything okay?"You asked,pulling your knees to your chest as he sat down next to you. The large man took up so much space,essentially dwarfing everything that he held or sat on.

"My father."He shrugged,placing the phone on the coffee table.

"He doesn't know you're here,does he?"You sat up,nervously chewing on your lip as you thought back to the last conversation you had with the father of the man who currently sat on your couch.

"No."Viktor answered,watching you curiously. "What's wrong?"

You looked away from his intense gaze,not wanting to discuss the conversation in which his father told you you were no good for Viktor and that you should stay away from him.

"Tell me."Viktor pulled you close,index finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"He won't like that you're here,with me."You whispered the last two words,his eyes staring back into yours pulling the words from you. "He told me to stay away from you,that I'm no good for you."

Viktor felt his blood boil,the thought of his father yelling at you and screaming how you're no good for him making him angrier by the minute. He pulled you into his lap,the large man dwarfing you as he cradled you into his chest. You placed your hand on his chest right over his heart,meeting his intense and passionate gaze that made your own heart race.

"He was wrong."He said simply, his simple three words making you melt into his touch. "I wish I didn't have to go back."He sighed, dreading what he would find when he returned home.

"You need to buy a plane ticket."You moved to grab your laptop, helping him secure a early flight out before deciding it was time to go to bed.

"So is it safe to say that you will stay the night?"You said softly, hand sliding down his chest and then grabbing his large hand.

"Do you want me to?"He asked, smiling when you played with his fingers.

You nodded shyly, meeting his intense gaze. He enjoyed the way you were suddenly shy around him, nothing at all like the confident seductress he saw earlier in  your bedroom. "Stay."You whispered,holding his hand tightly.

"Of course."He assured,allowing you to stand and pull him up and after you to your bathroom. He accepted the new toothbrush you offered him,watching you perform your night routine for bed and reveling in the mundane action of getting ready for bed was simple yet he enjoyed it so much.

You enjoyed the way the large man took up almost the entirety of your mattress,climbing in after him and pressing your smaller frame right against him. He hitched your leg over his,arms wrapping around you when you laid your head right over his heart. You heard the steady beat of his heart,the sound making you smile.

"You're so warm."You hummed,cuddling into him more. He ran his fingers through your hair,eyes shutting when you let out a sigh of relief.

"I have never done this before."He said softly,eyes shutting when you rubbed his chest softly. You smiled at his words, fingers pinching his chin and turning him to face you.

"Good."You said plainly, kissing him briefly.

"Good?"He asked, brows furrowing.

"Yes,I don't want you to do things like this with anyone else. Only me."You smirked, laying your head back on his chest.

"I don't want to do things like this with anyone else."His thumb rubbed your cheek, hugging you closer. "Only you."

Your hand resumed rubbing his strong chest,wandering to his tense and hard shoulders. He groaned when you rubbed and kneaded the tense muscles.

"You gave me a massage."You hummed,straddling the broad man. You smiled at him when his hands grabbed your thighs,thumbs rubbing the smooth flesh. "Only fair I return the favor."You leaned over and grabbed a lotion,waving it coyly.

"You can do whatever you want to with me,"He grinned,enjoying the thought of your hands on his body. "I'm all yours."

You froze at his words,heart rate picking up tenfold. "You mean that?"

"I do."he affirmed.

You bent down to kiss him,his hands sliding up to cup your supple ass. You moaned into the kiss at the feeling of him softly kneading your firm rear,the boxer taking advantage to slide his tongue past your spread lips.

You pulled away panting,labored breaths mixing with his. "Roll over."You climbed off of him,watching him comply with no hesitation.

Climbing the large man once again you put some lotion on your hands and got to work,kneading the man's tense and strong muscles. He groaned under your small hands loosening his tense muscles,a shiver traveling down his spine when your hands slid down his broad back.

You sat on his firm butt,hands working on his lower back. His low moans when you continued massaging his back made you flashback to the earlier moments the two of you shared right there in your bed. You cleared your throat and focused at the task at hand,moving back up to massage his arms.

Little by little he relaxed further and further,your hands moving to massage his strong arms. After a while you rubbed his tense neck,feeling the large man become more pliant with each pass of your hand. You heard his soft snores a while later,leaning over to find the boxer sound asleep.

You smiled,kissing his cheek softly before moving over to your spot in the bed. You laid your head on your pillow,back facing Viktor as your eyes shut at the peacefulness that fell over the two of you. Your eyes opened when you felt him roll over and wrap his arm around you. Viktor pulled you closer,face buried in the crook of your neck as he pressed closer against your back. You smiled and shut your eyes,quickly falling asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

________

The next morning you slid some sweatpants on,keeping Viktor's t shirt on as he instructed. You watched him slide his hoodie and coat on,you mirroring the man's actions. You drove through the cold Philly streets,sighing when you finally arrived at the airport.

You walked in with him,fingers wringing at the thought of not seeing him again. He grabbed your smaller hands,pulling you close to him. It's like he knew exactly what ran through your mind,the same fears plaguing his thoughts.

"I want you to call me,everyday if you want."He said softly,hands cupping your face.

"I don't have your number."Your brows furrowed,words dying on the tip of your tongue when he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"Of course you do."He smirked,leaning his forehead against yours. "I will see you soon. No goodbyes."

"No goodbyes."You affirmed,pulling him in for one last kiss.

"You call."He repeated.

"Everyday."You nodded,smiling at him softly when he turned and walked towards his terminal.

Your shoulders slumped watching him walk further and further away,wanting nothing more than for him to turn back and decide to just stay with you. A sliver of hope rose in your chest when he turned,part of you expecting him to walk right back towards you and tell you to go back to your home with him.

He waved before continuing on,you watching him until you couldn't see him anymore. You turned and made your way to your car,fighting the urge to cry the whole ride home. You successfully made it to your home without crying,stripping down to just the t shirt of his you wore before crawling into bed.

You scrolled through your phone finding the new contact you had no idea how it got into your phone.

Viktor.

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[vini-monteiro]

★★☆☆☆

When director Nelson Shin took the reins of "The Transformers: The Movie," his mission was clear: to create an animated film so epic that kids would beg their parents for all the new Transformers toys.

In the movie, our heroic Autobots, led by the eternally optimistic Optimus Prime, are facing off against the villainous Decepticons, commanded by the megalomaniac Megatron. But then, to make things worse, an even more sinister villain appears: Unicron, a giant planet that devours other planets and wants to turn everyone into a zombie robot. To try to save the universe, the Autobots unite and face Unicron in an epic battle.

In 1986, the kids who watched "The Transformers: The Movie" for the first time experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. It was amazing to see those giant robots on the big screen, but at the same time, it was a cold shower to learn that Hasbro was doing a clean sweep of the characters to sell more new toys. Like, "goodbye, my robot friends, you were murdered in the name of profit!" 

Ask any 80s kid what movie traumatized them the most, and I guarantee you "The NeverEnding Story" or "The Transformers: The Movie" will be on the list. Just imagine seeing Optimus Prime get dragged upwards right at the beginning of the movie? Nobody expected that! The scene is actually pretty, but killing the protagonist like that was a master move, one we'll never forget. Despite the shock and trauma, it helped boost the franchise.

The best part of this movie is the animation. If you haven't seen the remastered 4K version yet, you're missing out, it's like giving a classic car a makeover. It's like reliving the adventure of the toys for the first time, the graphics and colors are much prettier.

"The Transformers: The Movie" was an animation show for its time, mixing traditional animation with a touch of anime. Unfortunately, it was difficult for the animators to handle so much transformation, in some parts and scenes the movie is simpler, I don't think it compromises the overall animation, I still think the movie has a good quality. 

The remastered animation is also a color explosion! The good guys, the Autobots, are like a walking rainbow, all colorful and happy. The Decepticons, the space bad boys, wear black even in the heat. This war between giant robots got more colorful and brought everything to life.

"Transformers: The Movie" was the first time the franchise decided, besides the explosions, to add a more serious drama. Screenwriter Ron Friedman and his team of writers, not only invented a new story about the Transformers, but also made us think about life, death, and even what it means to be a robot. It was like watching an action movie with a pinch of philosophy, but the final result of this effort ended up being in vain.

We know that seeing our favorite characters being torn apart is not cool, but did the story really make us feel the pain of loss? The new characters are also cool, but the audience barely had time to get used to them before they were already in the middle of the mess. To top it off, the story of Unicron and the Matrix is like a puzzle with missing pieces. 

In the midst of giant robots that transform into cars, "The Transformers: The Movie" tries to make us cry with the story of a father and son. Daniel Witwicky, Bumblebee's human friend, and his father, Spike, try to add a bit of emotion to the plot. There are so many explosions and giant robots that their story feels like a margarine commercial during a UFC break.

The soundtrack of this animation is like a birthday present for any 80s heavy metal fan. The Transformers crew knows how to make a perfect marriage of heavy guitar and giant robots. However, some people might find it a bit cheesy or even outdated. Vince DiCola, responsible for the soundtrack, made the Unicron theme so sinister that even Ivan Drago from Rocky IV would be envious.

Hearing Peter Cullen's raspy voice as Optimus Prime is like getting a robotic bear hug. The presence of Orson Welles, legendary actor of "Citizen Kane", adds a touch of grandeur to the production. Welles' participation in this project, one of the last of his career before his death, is like "what on earth must have been going through his head to agree to participate in this animation?" 

In the movie, there's a lot of beating, explosions, and shooting. It's the perfect recipe for action movie fans. But, I confess, the story sometimes gets lost in the middle of so much explosion. It's like trying to follow a conversation during a rock concert: you don't always understand everything they're saying.

"Transformers: The Movie" seems like an animated Hasbro catalog. The battle between giant robots is so frenetic that you almost forget that the characters have no soul. Impeccable animation, but a shallow story. If you're a fan of the series, you'll definitely love it. For everyone else, it's just another 84 minute long toy commercial.

This text is translated with artificial intelligence, for better understanding, check the original language of the text in Portuguese.

[storiesbykim1997inerie]

unlikely love: Aila and Ivan

Hello! This story is the first one if my unlikely love stories. It's a fanfic about how Ivan Drago and an NYC ballet dancer (also Rocky's foster daughter,) fall in love. Just a few disclaimers, this is set in present times, mick is still alive, and Ivan doesn't kill Apollo. Since it's a love story, you can expect some sex scenes. There is also discussions about death, and a character commits suicide, so if you think you'll be triggered, please find another fanfic. Enjoy!

It's been a long day. We have three days till our swan lake performance, so rehearsals have been brutal. I'm playing black and white swan, so it's extra exhausting. My calves are still burning from those 32 fouttes. My feet hurt more than normal, and I can't imagine all the new blisters I have. I through my ballet bag on the ground, peel off my sweaty leotard, and jump into the shower. The hot water couldn't have felt better. My muscles begin to relax. There is no better feeling than that after a long day of practice. I know that's all part if being a ballerina, but I wouldn't have it any another way. Every little girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point, but I never stopped dreaming. Even when my mom died and I moved in with Rocky, I'd echappe down alleys, spin through the streets, and even kept up with classes. But it was Tatyana, the shopkeeper, (and former Bolshoi dancer,) that took my dreams to the next level. I had gotten a job at her stand, out of border and to get sway from the strange men that watched me practice every day. We were having a particularly slow day that day, and she gave me a break. My ballet class had posted a flyer that said they were holding auditions for Clara for the Philadelphia ballet theater. I really wanted to be Clara, so I went into the alley by her shop, put on my Pointe shoes, warmed up, and got to work. A few minutes later, she came into the alley, and asked what I was doing. "Practicing for my Clara audition." "Well, I hope you don't have your heart set on getting it." "What am I doing wrong?" "Well, those pirouettes need work, and someone higher extensions would give the whole thing a face-lift. And don't get me started on your face." And that's how it started. Her training me in the alley. Eventually, she got a job at the studio where I danced, and when I made into NYC ballet, she became a ballet mistress there. And she still works one on one with me. I could stand in that shower daydreaming for longer, but I almost fall. The soap has rinsed off my body, and us making its way to the drain. And leaving a very slippery trail behind it. That's enough shower for today. I get out, dry myself, and put on clean sweatpants. I walk to my couch and, well, try to put on an episode of keeping up with the Kardashians. I despise Kim as a parent, but that show is mind numbing, in a good way. I don't want to think today. But before I even get to Hulu, my phone buzzes. It's my best friend, Bella. She has to remind me what happened today. "Are you OK, considering eveything?" It's nice she's checking in, but I don't want to be reminded of him. Well, I am, but reminded of what happened to him today. "Bella, I'd rather not talk about it." That was a little harsh, but I click send before I can think twice. She doesn't say anything back. Good. I just want to watch my show. But before I can get to Hulu, something much more interesting catches my eye. ABC News is on, probably from when I was getting ready this morning. It's too quiet here, ever since he left, so the TV is on all day to fill the silence. I don't even like news, but I just want to hear someone's voice. I need to get out there again. I hate being alone, but all I want is him. Well, supposedly, until now. The screen changes from the regular lady to a high tech room, well a high tech gym. But it's not the gym that catches my attention, but the people in it. A man with a Russian accent is in there, talking about heavyweight psi's, but I'm not paying attention to him. Slightly in front of me, is a tall, muscular man, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He's staring blankly ahead. But there's something odd about him. A lot of the guys in my ballet classes are muscular, but they don't make me feel this way. I want this guy to come to America. I want to meet him. That blank face is just a guise boxers use to look tough. I want to know him.

[laresearchette]

Saturday, January 13, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: EVERYTHING BUT THE HOUSE (A&E Canada) 12:00pm A SCOTTISH LOVE SCHEME (W Network) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? OWN SPOTLIGHT: OPRAH & FANTASIA BARRINO (TBD - OWN Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA DUMB MONEY

CRAVE TV KID-E-CATS (Season 2)

2024 IIHF U18 WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN4) 9:00am: Semifinal (TSN4) 1:00pm: Semifinal

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 1:00pm: Rangers vs. Capitals (SN) 4:00pm: Canucks vs. Sabres (TSN5) 4:00pm: Sharks vs. Sens (CBC/SN1) 7:00pm: Oilers vs. Habs (SN) 7:00pm: Avalanche vs. Leafs (City TV/SN Now) 7:00pm: Flyers vs. Jets (CBC/SN) 10:00pm: Flames vs. Kraken

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN3) 4:30pm: Browns vs. Texans (TSN/TSN3) 8:00pm: Dolphins vs. Kansas City

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN2) 8:00pm: Warriors vs. Bucks (SN Now) 8:30pm: Bulls vs. Spurs

NEWLYWED NIGHTMARE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: A man hires a private investigator when his wife disappears on their honeymoon and his bank account gets drained.

LOVE’S PLAYLIST (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: A music executive learns that the anonymous man she's been flirting with online is also a colleague whom she can't stand.

CREED (Crave) 9:00pm: Long-retired boxer Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone) agrees to train Apollo Creed's son (Michael B. Jordan) to become a fighter, even as the former champ battles an opponent deadlier than any he ever faced in the ring.

COBWEB (Starz) 9:00pm: Young Peter is plagued by a mysterious, constant noise from inside his bedroom wall -- a tapping that his parents insist is in his imagination. As his fear intensifies, he starts to believe that his parents are hiding a terrible and dangerous secret.

BYSTANDERS (Super Channel Fuse) 9:05pm: A group of childhood friends, now in their 20s, share their traditional spring weekend getaway and are forced to confront the elephant in the room: Justin.

INFAMOUSLY IN LOVE (Super Channel Heart & Home) 9:30pm: A frustratingly micromanaged pop star who dreams of an ordinary life finds herself torn between her celebrity ex, the machinations of her controlling manager, and a developing romance with a down-to-earth record store owner.

CREED II (Crave) 11:25pm: Under guidance from Rocky Balboa, boxing phenom Adonis Johnson prepares for an epic showdown against the son of Ivan Drago -- the former Russian fighter who killed Apollo Creed in the ring.

EXPEDITION: BACK TO THE FUTURE (Science) 12:00am (SERIES PREMIERE): Josh Gates sets off to hunt down the original DeLorean Time Machine.

BIRDS OF PREY (CTV) 12:35am: Harley Quinn faces the wrath of narcissistic crime boss Black Mask and every other thug in Gotham. But things soon even out for Harley when she becomes unexpected allies with three deadly women -- Huntress, Black Canary and Renee Montoya.

[thefilmsimps]

Rocky IV (Director’s Cut) (dir. Sylvester Stallone)

-Jere Pilapil- 5.5/10 (Director’s Cut) Rocky IV: Rocky vs. Drago - Ultimate Director’s Cut sure is an odd relic of… something. I’m not sure what, because there’s been little about why Sylvester Stallone decided to recut Rocky IV 35 years after its release. (Caveat: there is a “making of” documentary about the work of restoring/re-editing this movie, but it’s literally as long as the movie. I’ll be watching it soon.) I have to imagine, whether Stallone admits it or not, it’s because the aftermath of Creed II tells us that the aftermath of Rocky IV was so ruinous for Dolph Lundgren’s Ivan Drago that he did the ninja revenge thing and trained his son to be a single-minded vengeance machine in order to reclaim his former glory. That’s a relatively serious sports drama, but Rocky IV is prime 1985 kitsch, a movie so thin it’s about 90 minutes and more montage than story. It lives on as classic of “so bad it’s good” variety and as a particularly hilarious of example of Cold War melodrama.

The director’s cut tries, then, to focus a little more thematically. It’s still the story of Rocky vs. Ivan Drago and the road leading there, but Stallone has replaces or altered many scenes to tighten up the pivotal relationship between Rocky Balboa (Stallone) and Apollo Creed (Carl Weathers). In the original cut, the then-retired Apollo goes on to fight Russian super fighter Ivan Drago as, effectively, a lark. Here, we get more scenes of Rocky pushing back against Apollo‘s choice, and much more of Adrian disagreeing with it and Rocky’s later choice to do the same for revenge.

If the intended effect is to make this a “better” movie, then mission accomplished. But it’s a conventionally “better” movie, and Rocky IV does not live in the annals of pop culture because it’s “good” in a conventional stretch. It’s a superhero movie or a mythic story, stripped down to the bare essentials. It’s an American cultural moment and an American cultural instinct boiled into a barely 90-minute movie. Intrinsically, it’s a movie about America not only winning geopolitically through sheer strength and might, but also being beloved for it. A movie like that deserves to be fucking random, with Paulie getting a robot (excised here). Thankfully, Stallone leaves some of that core intact, but this version loses some of its charm by becoming a somber reflection of pride and duty while also being about that other shit.

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Husband

Imagine the cast of the originals meeting Bill for the first time.

April 6th, 2014

Woah. Damn he is hot," Phoebe mumbled as she stare at Bill.

Who is hot ," Claire asked ?

Bill over there ," Phoebe said with a smile.

Claire look at her before she let out a chuckle .

What's wrong with Phoebe ," Joseph asked ?

She thinks that Bill is hot ," Claire told him with a grin.

Isn't he married to y/n," Joseph whisper to her.

Yep," Claire smirked.

Who's hot ," Daniel asked with an raised eyebrow.

Bill ," Phoebe smiled.

Isn't Bill and Y/n married ," Daniel asked Claire ?

Yeah ," Claire said with a grin.

Bill ," You said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck .

Hi beautiful. I had miss you ," Bill said as he smiled down at you.

I had miss you too," You said with a smile before you pull him into a kiss.

Claire glanced at Phoebe

Phoebe look at you before she look away .

There are my castmates. Let's go say hi to them ,” You said with a smile as you grab Bill’s hand into yours .

You remember Bill ,” You said with a smile.

Yeah.He is a giant to us ,” Daniel said with a grin.

I agree with Daniel on that one,” Joseph said with a smile.

Phoebe hasn't met Bill yet ,” Claire said with a smile.

Phoebe. This is my husband Bill ,” You said with a smile as you look at him with love .

Husband, “ Phoebe asked as the hurt was showing now.

Yeah. We have been married for a couple of years now .” Bill said with a smile as he kiss your head .

How long have you two been married ,” Daniel asked you ?

Nine years,” You said with a smile.

So you two got married in 2005 , “ Joseph asked ?

Yeah. My dad had want us to get married bc of the reason ,” You said with a smile.

What was the reason ,” Daniel asked.

He got me pregnant,” You said with a sad smile.

Did you forget that your father chased me for two blocks ,” Bill said as he look at you .

Oh yeah. I remember,” You said with a laugh.

Who is your father ,” Joseph asked ?

Dolph Lundgren,” You said with a grin

He is the one that plays Ivan Drago in Rocky Iv , “ Daniel said as he look at you.

Yep that's the one ,” You said with a laugh .

You forgot to tell me that your father was a black belt in karate and was in the Swedish Corps ,” Bill asked as he raised an eyebrow at you .

Oops ,” You grinned.

[helenofsimblr]

Elita: Apex swung a backhander and knocked my brother flying, he landed in a heap on the floor next to our father. As I picked myself up from the floor having been chucked like a rag doll. My arms were aching, my wrists, my head… Guy and my dad were just took out of the fight, I was the only one left. It was all up to me!

***

Elita: Guy did not move when he landed on the deck. He just squirmed a little then fell totally still. Imagine getting punched in the face by Ivan Drago from Rocky 4, while he’s on a motorbike doing 50mph. That’s probably approaching the kind impact force that Apex can throw. I really wish I had a way to explain the power that these Iso humans can muster… its a lot! A BIG LOT. Guy survived that blow, but the clock was now ticking loudly for him…

***

Lyra: You bastard…

Apex: I've had a change of heart, I don’t want you about after all, so I’m gonna blow your brains out. People seem to get too um… heroic… around you. It's extremely irritating!

Lyra: Then squeeze the trigger. 

[spencervoid]

Big Sister | Adonis Creed

*I do not own this GIF nor do I take any credit for it!*

A/N: So I was kinda bored and I was rewatching both Creed films and fell in love with the way Michael B Jordan portrays Adonis, especially in the second movie, so I made this imagine. Primarily based off of that scene where Rocky basically pleads Adonis not to fight Viktor, Ivan Drago’s son.

Warnings: angst between brother and sister

You were aware of the news circling around that Viktor Drago wanted to fight Donnie and frankly, you thought it was bullshit. This was the son of the infamous Ivan Drago, the one who killed Apollo Creed, also known as your father.

You were the first-born of the boxing champion, and Adonis was the second but whilst you had the chance to meet him and know your father, your little brother didn’t share that same opportunity. He died in the ring before Adonis was born and it gave you a responsibility over him, especially with how much he always used to get in trouble.

You and Adonis were separated once you reached your teenage years, you took your father’s last name but your brother took your mother’s. No one could know that you were related but after the fight with Conlan, he sought you out and it was known to the world that he was a Creed before anything else.

He was a fighter and had the heart of a champion but deep down, you always knew that one day it could be the death of him. Your mother was there that night when your father got into the ring with Ivan Drago and she always used to say how there was a faint memory of “your father going down but never getting back up.”

Consecutive banging on your door awoke you from where you had fell asleep on the couch, the TV still playing in the background, you switched it off and slowly got up, rubbing your eyes as you opened the front door to see Adonis standing before you.

“What’s up Donnie?” You said tiredly, but he had a completely straight face, something was obviously about to go down. “We gotta talk.” You nodded your head and turned back to your shoes, “let’s take a walk, I need some fresh air anyway.”

Shutting the door behind you, Adonis followed as you walked down the steps. “I talked to Ma today, she said that you better be on your best behavior, kinda reminds me of when we were kids, it’s funny but it’s stupid too.” You chuckled and shook your head at yourself.

“I gotta take the fight.” Your face dropped as you shut your eyes for a moment, sighing deeply. You could feel Adonis’ eyes on the back of your head, he always valued your opinions the most and you could tell he came to you first with the hopeful look in his eyes.

You turned around and met them, “have you talked to Rock about it?” He simply shook his head and kept his mouth closed, “you know why? Because you know exactly what’s he’s going to say Donnie.”

You sighed again and dropped your head to the floor, small flashbacks of the fight that you’ve replayed on YouTube a billion times played over and over again in your mind, “why?” You questioned lowly, looking back up to your brother.

“These dudes killed Pops, now they parading around and talking shit? We can’t let that slide.” You knew he was right partly but you couldn’t bear the thought of losing another part of your family, the effect it would have on you would be emptying but the effect it would have on your mother would be soul-crushing.

“You call me a champ right?”

“Yeah.” You responded quietly.

“So I ain’t got a choice.”

You scoffed, “choice? You know that’s the same thing Pops said when he died in the ring that night.” You noticed Adonis’ change in expression even though he desperately tried to cover it up with the hard exterior.

“Look what his choice put Ma through, do you really want to do that to her again?”

“I thought you’d get it,” You flinched back at his sudden response, this was slowly turning to an argument and you really didn’t want it to.

“If I don’t take this fight, I got to live with it right now.” You stepped closer to him and put your finger on his chest, “Viktor was raised in hate, okay? You weren’t. Don’t do it.”

He took a step back this time, your hand falling back to your side. “Rocky did.” You sighed again and shut your eyes, opening them only a few moments later. “That was different Donnie.”

“It was different?”

“It was a whole lot different.” You spoke, raising your voice slightly. As a big sister to Adonis, you had a responsibility to make sure he didn’t make any stupid decisions and this was one of them.

You walked past him to the bottom of the stairs, your shoulder brushing his slightly.

“Rocky was supposed to be in there with Drago that night, and not Pops. And now he has to live with that. How do you expect him to live with it if you die, Donnie? How do you expect all of us to do that?!”

You walked towards him again and lowered your voice this time, hopefully he’d listen. “It’s not worth it.” You walked around him back to where you were standing before, “why do you want to fight?”

“Whatchu talking about? I just told you why.”

“No you didn’t Donnie. Why do you want to fight? I get why they want to fight you, I know what they’re fighting for, what about you?” Adonis opened his mouth to speak as he met your eyes but no words left his lips, so he looked away.

“Listen to me, you’ve got everything to lose! He’s got nothing to lose and when a fighter has got nothing to lose, he’s dangerous!”

“I’m dangerous!” Adonis proclaimed, taking a small step back from you. You sighed as a defeated look came over your face and a confused one came over your brother’s. Suddenly, there was a hurtful look in his eyes as he kept watching you.

“You think imma lose.”

“I ain’t say that.” You had hope in your brother but Viktor was taller, heavier, bulkier, he was a machine and Donnie was a man of faith. And sometimes, faith got people hurt.

“You didn’t need to say nothing, Y/N/N. I know that look on your face. You don’t think I can beat him.” You looked away from Adonis’ stare, worried he’d see right through you and what you were thinking. “What is it that you used to say? ‘Some things may change in the process, but we always start and end with family.’ Right?”

“Right.” You repeated, looking back into his eyes as he took another step back in disbelief.

“So when I need my family, when I want to defend my family, when I want to fix my family, my family won’t even back me up!” You blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill on to your cheeks as Adonis glared at you angrily, his hands made into fists.

There was a moment of silence between you both before Adonis spoke up again. “Listen, I’m taking this fight with or without you.”

You had the same defeated look in your eyes which caused Adonis to shake his head in disagreement, he needed his big sister there with him. He pleaded with his eyes but you didn’t have it in you to back him up, “it’s gotta be without. I’m sorry.”

You walked around him to the bottom of the steps as he turned around, looking at you disappointingly, his eyes welling with tears. “So that’s it sis? You walking out on me?”

You didn’t reply and refused to meet him, taking a few steps up towards your house. “At least you don’t have to pretend to protect me now.” He spoke coldly and as much as you wanted to fight back, you didn’t. You mumbled a small ‘yeah’ and opened the front door, shutting it after you and leaving a very broken brother behind.

[swampraven]

Hey I don’t know why but imagine Gajeel as Rambo.

Also imagine Gajeel as Rocky.

Better yet imagine Laxus as Ivan Drago.

[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!

[yoooitssalexx]

Imagine:You're Rocky Balboa's daughter,the night Ivan and Viktor show up to his restaurant you meet both men who have a deep history with your father. What you didn't expect was the way you'd feel for the son of the man who hated your father.

(PS I know the first fight happened at Barclays center,but for the sake of my imagine it happened in Los Angeles)

You were in the back,handing the dishwasher the last of the dishes from the night. You'd seen the grey haired man when he walked in,something about him familar yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Your father walked in,the hostess directing him to the table the man sat at. You observed silently,moving into the dining room when you felt the tension in the air. You stood behind your father and placed your hand on his shoulder,your brown eyes meeting the man's blue ones.

"Your daughter?"The man's rough voice asked,his Russian accent making you tilt your head. He stood,your father following right after.

The bell chimed,a large figure walking through the almost too small door. Your eyes landed on the most handsome man you'd ever seen. You didn't hear the words the two older men crossed,a set of hazel eyes holding you captive.

You watched the two men leave in silence,the younger Russian turning to look at you discreetly. You turned to your father,an unfamiliar feeling running through your body.

"That was Drago."You said,words void of emotion.

"And his son."Rocky looked at you,moving a strand of your hair from your face.

"Go."You nodded to the door. "I'll lock up."

Your father left to talk to Adonis,the cold of the night biting at your skin and blowing your hair. Pulling your coat tighter around your body you locked the door and gasped when you turned to find a strange man behind you.

"Hey pretty lady. All alone?"He asked,reaching out to touch your face. His breath reeked of alcohol,your heart racing at the thought of how this could go wrong.

"What do you want?"You tightened your grip on your purse.

"You."He shoved you against the building,your backside hurting when you hit the bricks. His hands yanked at your jacket,your knee coming up to hit him in the crotch followed by your fist hitting his jaw. He went after you again,your head hitting the bricks when he shoved you.

"Stop."You tried to resist weakly,feeling a warm liquid drip down on the back of your head.

You felt the man be pulled off you,your hands reaching out to keep you steady.

"Don't come back here."You heard a gruff voice,a thick Russian accent making you open your eyes to try and see who saved you.

"I-it's you."You whispered,then man's large hands holding you up. You saw blood where the man was standing  before Viktor scared him away,your eyesight blurring from the pain in your head.

"Are you okay?"He asked,holding you up by your arms. Even through your thick coat you could feel his strong hands,the warmth seeping into your skin. You met his hazel eyes,the concern sincere in his expressive gaze.

"I.."You panted,dizzy from when your head hit the bricks.

Viktor caught you as you passed out,the large man scooping you up. He carried you to his hotel room,light eyes watching you with concern as you breathed slowly.

"What did you do?"Ivan asked his son in Russian when he saw him walk in with a woman in his arms. His eyes widened when he saw who the unconscious woman was that Viktor laid on his bed,the woman being none other than Rocky Balboa's daughter. "Why is she here?"

"A man attacked her and she hurt her head,I couldn't just leave her."Viktor answered in his fathers native language,turning to look at the woman he laid on his bed. He brushed her hair out of her face,snapping out of admiring her beauty when he felt his fathers glare on the back of his head.

Viktor looked for the gash on your head,cleaning and placing clean gauze over the wound. Ivan watched his son with a weary gaze,not liking the attention he was paying to the daughter of his enemy.

"What if she has a concussion?"Viktor mumbled,turning to his father.

Ivan felt something akin to worry,not only for the young woman that was passed out in their hotel room but for the concern his son was having for a woman he just met. Viktor had never been too concerned for women or relationships,always hyperfocused on their trainings and fights.

Both men turned to you when they heard you groan,watching with a bated breath as you sat up. Ivan stood back and watched his son interact with you and not liking one bit of it.

"Are you okay?"Viktor asked,kneeling in front of you.

"Yes."You whispered,moaning in pain when you touched your bandaged wound. "You cleaned me up?"

You watched the large man nod,the worry in his hazel eyes making you smile. "You're very kind."

He smiled softly,clearly not used to kind words of praise and gratitude . "Worry for concussion."He pushed your hair out of your face,looking at you with an unfamiliar softness.

"She needs to go."Ivan muttered in Russian,both men conversing back and forth unaware of you understanding every word that left their mouth.

"She's hurt."Viktor answered,avoiding his fathers scrutinizing eyes.

"Now,Viktor."Ivan muttered,leaving the two of you alone.

"I don't want to cause you any problems."You whispered,grabbing his hand gently.

"You understand?"He tilted his head,apologetic of his fathers rough words.

"Yes,and I appreciate what you've done for me."You answered in Russian,surprising the large man.

"Let me make sure you get home."He stood,sliding his coat on.

You walked in silence with the young fighter,hands in your pockets to keep warm.

"You should have someone take care of you."He said softly,watching you go up the stairs to the apartment not far from the restaurant.

"I'll be fine. I'll get checked out tomorrow at work."You fished for your keys,smiling softly at the man's genuine concern for your well-being.

"Your work?"He questioned.

"I'm a doctor."You turned to face the large man,caught off guard by his proximity to you.

He nodded,once again tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He stepped closer,your hands coming to his strong chest. His thick index finger traced down your cheek,stopping right at your chin below your lips.

"Beautiful doctor."He whispered. You gripped his jacket,shivering at his touch instead of the cold.

"Thank you."You whispered into the cold night,leaning into his touch. "For saving me,caring for me."

His large hand cupped your cheek,leaning in to kiss the other. "Take care,little doctor."He whispered in Russian,stepping back.

He watched you walk in,leaving when you appeared at a window and waved at him,glad to see you home safe. He turned to walk back to his hotel,his mind solely on you. He came back to a lecture from his father,his fathers harsh tone not killing his happy thoughts that revolved around you. He regretted not kissing you, the wonder of knowing how it would have felt to kiss you keeping him awake.

_____

The next day you were checked out at work,and went about your day like you normally would. Your thoughts plagued by a tall Russian man you just met,wondering what it would have felt like if he would have kissed you.

You met up with your father after your shift,both of you sitting in silence over dinner. You raised a brow at your uncharacteristically quiet father,watching him move food around the plate.

"What's on your mind?"You sighed,grabbing your glass of wine.

"Donnie."Rocky sighed,the worry only adding more frown lines to his already stressed expression. "He's going to take the fight. I know it."

"Then help him."You took a sip,watching your father torn in the history of a lost friend.

"I can't."

"Why not?"You asked,grabbing your plates.

"He's angry,understandably. But he's too focused on proving the wrong thing. He's not fighting for the right reason."

You weren't sure what words would comfort your father,only able to hug the man and hope it would help him.

_______

After Donnie had moved to Los Angeles and your dad told him he wouldn't train him things were rough. You could tell there was a lot weighing on his mind and his heart,and it was hard knowing there was nothing you could do to help.

Adonis was a good friend and you'd always gone to his fights when you could. You tried to convince your father to come with you to support Adonis,try to push the stubborn men to move past their stubbornness.

"I'll see you when I get back."You hugged Rocky,frowning at his sad expression.

"Love you kid."He hummed,squeezing you softly.

Hours later you landed in Los Angeles. Tomorrow was the weigh in and the fight was the day after. You arrived to the hotel and made your way to the elevator after checking in. The doors were closing when you heard a voice call out.

"Hold the elevator."

3 large men stepped into the elevator after you held it open,your eyes briefly meeting Viktor's when he,his father,and the promoter Buddy Marcelle stepped into the elevator.

"Ms.Balboa."Buddy nodded in your direction.

"Mr.Marcelle."You hummed,tilting your head. "I wasn't aware we'd met before."

"We haven't. But it's nice to finally have the pleasure."He held out his hand,shaking yours and placing a kiss on your knuckles when you placed you hand in his.

"Likewise."You raised a quizzical brow. 

"Came for the fight."Buddy attempted to make small talk,clearly not asking.

"Of course. Adonis is family."

"Any plans for tonight? I would love to take you to dinner."The man smiled,you raised a brow at his audacity.

The other two men turned to look at the promoter in shock,a stifled laugh leaving you. You met Viktor's expressive gaze,annoyance clearly on his stoic face.

"I don't think that's appropriate."You adjusted your bag on your shoulder,clearing your throat.

The elevator doors opened to your floor,the men stepping out right behind you. They walked one way as you walked the other,Marcelle calling out behind you.

"Let me know if you change your mind."

Your eyes met Viktor's briefly before you opened your door,a small smile reaching your lips before you disappeared into your room.

You leaned against the door,hand over your racing heart. Something about the intensity in his hazel eyes made your heart beat faster every time he looked at you.

You got ready for the beach,deciding to take advantage of the short vacation in the sunny state so far from work,responsibilities,and the cold weather of Philadelphia. Leaving your button up blouse open you threw some essentials for the beach in your bag and slid your shades on the top of your head.

You opened the door and did not expect to see Viktor standing there with his hand raised to knock on the door. To say that you were surprised was an understatement. The large man opened his mouth to say something,but you didn't miss the way his eyes looked you up and down.

He cleared his throat and straightened up his posture,offering a small and clearly unfamiliar smile. "I wanted to see if you would like to go out with me."

"Uh.."You were speechless,the acceptance of his invitation right on the tip of your tongue. Your mouth felt dry,the mans bulking muscles visible under the clearly too tight blue t shirt he wore paired with his black basketball shorts.

"If no,is fine. I understand."He said quietly,his broad shoulders sagging.

"No! I-I would like to,I was planning to head to the beach."You held up your beach bag,meeting his twinkling eyes.

"I could join?"He asked,his hands sliding into his shorts pockets.

"Of course."You smiled,grabbing the clean hotel towel and throwing it into your bag for him to use. "Have you ever been to the beach?"

He shook his head as you both walked down the hall,pushing the button for the elevator he couldn't help but look at you again. "You look beautiful."He said it so softly you almost missed it.

"Thank you."You blushed,gasping when his hand gripped your chin and lifted it to meet his eyes.

"You're welcome."

It was a quick ride to the beach,Viktor watching you set your towel down before deciding to mirror your actions. He tried to avert his eyes when you removed your blouse and shorts,clearly unsuccessful in trying to not ogle you too much.

He sat on the towel he had laid down,watching you in silence as you dug in your bag for your sunscreen. You held up the bottle,offering him a gentle smile.

"Would you help me?"You asked,turning your back to him.

The Russian gulped,squeezing some of the lotion into his hand before he began rubbing it into your skin. His large hands were rough and strong,a controversial softness in the way he touched you with hands he used for fighting. He massaged your shoulders gently,he found himself liking the way you leaned more into his touch.

"Finished."He whispered in your ear,his hands still on your shoulders. Your were very invested in how his hands felt on your body.

"Thank you."You whispered,your eyes opening slowly when he traced his fingers down your arms.

"You're welcome."His beard tickled your skin,your heart racing and beating so loud you could swear he probably could hear it. "Would you help me?"

He held the bottle up in front of your face,regrettably pulling away from your body when you grabbed the bottle from his hands. You turned to face him,your eyes watching him pull the fitted shirt off of his broad chest.

His muscles rippled as he pulled the shirt off and threw it to the side,the mans intense gaze landing on you with a spark of mischief swimming in the pools of hazel.

"O-Okay,turn around."You stuttered,your eyes flitting back and forth from his ripped chest to his smug facial expression.

"No,front first."The Russian boxer grinned,sliding his hand down his muscular chest.

"I-but you."You stumbled over your words,a heated flush coming over your cheeks and neck.

"I can do front for you."He smirked,reaching for the bottle in your hands. You blushed at his dirty words,toying with label with the label that was peeling off of the bottle.

"No I-I'll do it."You squeezed some of the lotion onto your hand and looked at him nervously. He noticed your hesitancy,his hands reaching for your wrists and pulled your hands to his chest.

You rubbed the cool lotion on his chest,a shaky breath leaving your lips when you felt the ridges of his muscles under your fingers. "O-okay. Now your back."You whispered,hands flat on his pecs.

He nodded and turned,his shoulders rolling when your small hands began massaging his broad back. He felt you finish rubbing the lotion into his back,the broad man leaning back when your hands stayed on his shoulder.

"Finished?"His deep voice made you shiver,your hands dropping from his strong shoulders.

"Yes."You pulled away,begging to rub lotion onto your legs and arms.

Viktor fell back,leaning on one elbow to watch you putting sunscreen on. You turned to him when you finished,finding his expressive hazel eyes already on you. 

He flashed you a smile,the usually stoic man looked completely different with such a bright smile. He looked softer,kinder,the small boy inside of him coming out.

"You have such a pretty smile."You cupped his cheek,loving the way he became all shy and leaned into your touch. "You should smile more."

"You make me smile."He whispered,pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. "If you enjoy,I do more."He proposed,eyes meeting yours.

You nodded,wanting to see the handsome man smile more which made him look even better if that was even believable. "Tell me more about you."You requested,standing up. He followed you,both falling into a peaceful pace.

You found the man kind of tough to read,his face in his usually stoic expression. He answered your questions,any extras you had to pry out of him. The only words that he would say without you asking anything about would be a compliment. The truth was he loved seeing you blush at his compliments,loved the way your eyes sparkled and your face lit up when you smiled.

He noticed a few eyes on you,catching you off guard when he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You looked up at him,pulling him back when you stopped walking.

"What's wrong?"He asked,watching you intently.2

You raised your joined hands wanting an explanation. The tall man pulled you into his chest,his large hand going to your hip. You swallowed when his intense gaze held yours,your eyes falling shut when he leaned down towards you. His beard tickled your skin when he kissed you,the large man pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck,pressing yourself against him more when you felt his tongue prod at your lips.

His tongue dipped into your mouth when you moaned,his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip bone. You pulled away breathless,heart racing and head spinning.

Viktor leaned his forehead against yours,holding onto you tightly. He didn't want to let you go,enjoying the way your body felt in his hands. He smiled when you opened your eyes,hoping you felt the same way he did.

You spent the day with the tall Russian,the large man taking advantage of any chance he got to make you laugh or smile. Despite his large size he still surprised you when he picked you up and carried you into the ocean,the large man enjoying the way you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

It was dark when you finally went back to the hotel,the large man following after you to your room. You turned and faced him,caught off guard when he kissed you again. He backed you against the door,moaning into the kiss when he felt you slide your hands under his shirt.

He pulled away and rubbed his nose against yours,placing gentle pecks all over your face. Your hand slid up to right above his heart,his hand covering yours to hold it there.

"You make my heart race."He whispered into your ear,placing a kiss right below your ear.  "I feel..different."He mumbled into your skin.

You giggled when he rubbed his beard against your skin,pulling your hands from under his shirt. "Do you feel happy?"

He nodded,missing your hands on his skin. "Happy. Everything I feel is good."

"Good."You whispered,pulling his head down to kiss him again.

When you pulled away you almost asked him if he would come in,not wanting the day you spent with him to end.

"I don't want to leave you."He said lowly,hands cupping your face.

"I don't want you to leave."You responded,leaning into his touch.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"He asked.

You nodded,pouting when he pulled away. He kissed you one last time,urging you to go into your room.

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You were standing with Bianca on the stage at the weigh in,swallowing thickly when you saw Viktor step onto the scale in nothing but his boxers. Adonis followed,both men squaring up with their trainers next to them.

Words were crossed and suddenly Adonis pushed Ivan back,Viktor responding by pushing Adonis back even harder.

"D."Bianca called,you grabbed the pregnant woman's hand to keep her from getting hurt.

You watched Viktor and Ivan walk off,the younger boxer turning to look at you as he left.

The fight was tomorrow and you were anxious the whole night,worried at what would happen. Knowing that with either way that the fight went it would mean something hard for a person you cared for.

If Adonis won,it meant that Viktor would lose and you could see how important it was to him to win. On the other hand if Viktor won it meant that a dear friend who was practically family would lose and be exceptionally disappointed.

A knock on your door made your heart race,a big part of you hoping that it was Viktor at your door. Your shoulders sagged when you opened it to find Ivan there,wondering what this could be about.

"Can I help you?"You asked,gesturing for the man to come in.

"Yes,stay away from Viktor."He said simply,your brow raising at the request.

"I don't understand."

The man held up pictures of you and Viktor on the beach yesterday,multiple shots of the two of you kissing and holding hands. Your eyes widened as you snatched the pictures from his hand,not paying attention to when he grabbed the remote.

"Where did you get these?"You asked.

"They are everywhere."He answered,turning the tv on.

The same pictures of you and Viktor can up on the screen,your heart stopping at the words that came out of the woman's mouth.

"And here you see Viktor Drago very affectionate with this mystery woman and clearly not at all worried about his upcoming fight to the world champion,Adonis Creed."

Ivan changed the channel,a shot of you and Viktor in the ocean kissing as he held you up.

"Leaving all of us to wonder,who is this mystery woman?"

"Well Mike,rumor has it that this mystery woman is not as mysterious as we thought."

"Turns out she is none other than Y/N Balboa. Daughter of famous heavyweight champ,Rocky Balboa."

"Wow,what a turn of events!"The first man said,your hands shaking when they said your name and pulled up a picture of you and your father.

You tuned out the rest,turning away from the screen. How did this happen?

"You stay away from Viktor,yes?"Ivan said again,walking to the door. "I don't want to see you near him again. If he come look for you,you send him away. You are no good for him."

The door shut behind the angry Russian,you falling onto the couch in your hotel room in shock.

You spent the next few hours watching interview after interview of people talking about you and Viktor. Comment after comment about you and Viktor made you feel worse than when Ivan showed you the pictures. Rumor after rumor was spread,between the comments online and the comments on TV you couldn't take it.

You can't say they just started seeing each other,look at the way he's holding her they had to have been messing around for a while.

What a slut,messing around with the son of the man who killed her fathers best friend.

Maybe that's why Rocky didn't train Creed,how could he train the man that's going to fight his future son-in-law.

Drago's so worried about fooling around with Rocky's daughter he's not even focused on his fight with creed,he should be focused on taking on the champ. Of course he let a piece of ass distract him from winning,he's no pro.

You threw your phone aside,running your hand through your hair. You brought your knees to your chest,tears falling from your eyes. Maybe Ivan was right,it'd be best if you stayed away from Viktor. Were you a distraction? Were you bad for Viktor?You sniffed and wiped your eyes,groaning when your phone rang.

"Hey sweetheart."Your fathers voice came through the receiver.

"Dad."You sniffed,leaning back into the sofa. "You saw?"

"Yes I did."

The silence was loud,your father asking if you were okay when he heard your sniffles.

"I can't believe all the things they're saying."

You spoke for a few minutes,his comforting words only making you feel a little better. A soft knock came at your door,you bidding your father goodbye before going to open the door.

"Viktor."You wiped at your eyes,avoiding his intense gaze.

"You crying."He reached for your face,his thick accent coming through.

You pulled away from his touch,Ivan's words ringing in your head. He followed you into your room,a deep frown on his face.

"Why are you here?"You asked,trying to not look at him.

"I see pictures of us,want to make sure you okay."He answered.

"I'm fine."You shrugged.

"But you cry."He said softly,hands coming to cup your face. "I care for you."

"You shouldn't."You whispered,grabbing his wrists. "We shouldn't see each other any more."

"Why you say that? I thought yesterday.."

"I changed my mind. Forget about yesterday."You pulled away from him,wanting him to hurry up and leave so you could go back to wallowing in self pity.

"But I-."

"Go Viktor. You need to focus on your fight,not me. We can't be together."

"I don't understand. You are different."

"Just leave Viktor. Just forget about me,there is no us. There will never be an us. I don't want to see you anymore."

You watched his shoulders sag,the man nodding silently as he accepted your rejection. He turned and opened the door,stopping right at the doorway. "I'm no good for you."

"You are too good for me. I'm sorry."He whispered,the door shutting behind him.

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So, I’ve been a little obsessed with animal crossing lately. Who hasn’t, lol. But it got me thinking on how the bey characters would play the game. So here’s a stupid list I made. Enjoy~

Takao/Tyson is time skipping so he can get Drago. He’s also arguing with other bladers who do have him and refusing to give him up. Inviting everyone to his island constantly. He abuses the emote wheel. Max hordes the ugly villagers because he loves them and feels bad that people throw them away. His island is very brightly coloured and full of flowers. Rei/Ray’s island is a perfect zen garden. He traded a cat with Kai for Bianca and spoils her. He just needs to find Rolf and he’ll be perfectly happy. Kai’s island is just cats. He may or may not have actually paid real money to get Raymond. He won’t confirm or deny this rumour. Kenny has it all optimised. He has spreadsheets, island maps, the whole lot. He researched well before the game came out and has barely put it down. He’s even made a website to track turnip prices and such. Daichi is slow with the game. Taking his time, enjoying the relaxing nature of it... for like 15 minutes. Then he gets bored and does something else. He also has a Drago, much to Takao’s utter annoyance (and no. He won’t give the villager up) Hiromi/Hilary’s island is almost perfect. Just a little more landscaping by here, little more flowers there. Wait, no. Flowers would be best over here, that house should be down there. No. No, perhaps over here... Hitoshi/Hiro has no idea what the hype is all about but gets excited when he finds fossils. The owl is his favourite character and when he’s invited to people’s islands he goes to their museum first to see what they have. Yuriy/Tala with his village of wolves. Pristine island where everything has its place. Do not question his choices. Boris/Bryan has a messy island and weird blood splatters all over the place. His animals are barely talked too. He only opens his game up when Yuriy tells him to check his turnip prices for him lol Ivan/Ian likes to ruin other people’s island. He’s been banned from Yuriy’s after the axe incident. Sergei/Spencer doesn’t understand what’s going on but the music is nice and relaxing. He still has only one room in his house but he’s getting there slowly.

Rai/Lee gets a little frustrated with the whole ‘take it slow’ aspect of the game. It’s a little too slow at times for him (no-ones told him about time skipping yet). He also doesn’t like any of the lion villagers and wishes they looked as cool as the tiger ones lol Kiki/Kevin. Monkey island basically. He managed to horde as many monkeys and apes as he could because he has a brand he needs to keep up with. Sometimes joins Ivan in trashing people’s island. Stopped when he received a death threat from Yuriy. Mao/Mariah has the other cat island but there are a tiger or lion in the mix. She’s trying to make it look like her home village too. Getting close. Gao/Gary barely plays it. Mostly only when Mao prompts him to visit her island, or if Kiki makes him play. Micheal is a tarantula/scorpion hunting pro. He gears no hissing bug scuttling after him and has yet to be bitten. He also won’t admit it but the duck villagers are his favourite. (And yes, he has apollo. How could he not?) Emily helps Kenny out with his turnip database website. She also loves the alligator villagers and takes any people don’t want. And yes, she refuses to give up Drago to Takao and refuses to listen to the argument that Drago is a dragon, not an alligator. He’s classed as one online and that's good enough for her. Eddy has several scorpion statues around his island. He’s also tried to make the tallest island but found he can only build so high... So it’s a little difficult to get around his island for newcomers. Steve as you can guess, he’s got quite a few bull villagers. He also loves any jock villagers because they remind him of friends from his football team. And also, maybe a little like the All-Stars at times. Rick doesn’t care but it’s the easiest way to get in touch with Max right now. He refuses to let people visit his island coz it’s a mess, yet is too lazy to actually play the game and make it presentable. Ralf/Robert’s village is incredibly tidy. Like, a little too tidy. Trees are all in order. Flowers cornered off behind fences. The villager houses are all in neat rows. Untrustworthy friends are not allowed to visit lest they ruin his work. Johnny doesn’t give a shit but he really, really loves the bug lizard. So he only plays at night to hunt the tarantulas and scorpions so when Flick visits he can make the lizard super happy. He admits this to no-one. Oliver’s Island is a rose paradise. His little villager is dressed up like a chef most of the time. He also really enjoys the design feature. He finds the limitations a little exciting so can spend hours crafting masterpieces in-game. Giancarlo/Enrique likes to show off for his girlfriends and gift them too many bells and nookmile tickets. He does this to Oliver too, of course. He runs around with the mini crown on his head and loves to emote too much in Johnny’s face. Mariam wants shark villagers but understands it can’t happen. A girl can hope though. Instead, she just has them in tanks around her island and refuses to sell any she fishes up. Ozuma doesn’t care too much for the game. He likes the relaxing nature of it but the way the villager's talk can get on his nerves after an hour. Joseph’s villager has big creepy eyes and he likes to try and sneak on other peoples islands when they least expect it and stalk them. Dunga has an island full of ugly apes and he loves it. He traded for them fairly easily, obviously. Reluctantly gave Kai a cat villager for one too. Salima is really into making her house perfect. Each room has a theme and she’s been on twitter for hours chatting to others and visiting them to share DIY recipes or buy from their shop. Kane is oddly lucky at travelling to the rare mystery islands. Most of his bells are from the bell island if he’s honest. Jim charges a lot of bells or nookmile tickets to visit his island and sell turnips. He’s made more money doing that than actually selling his own turnips. Goki is a little too generous at times and always likes to help out other people. As a result, he’s not really managed to upgrade much on his island yet, but he’s getting there. Zeo doesn’t want to talk about Ribbot and Sprocket, and no you can’t have them, they like his island very much thank you. Queen and King cheat together. They go to people’s islands and scam them. Offering items for bells but quickly taking both when the items are dropped. Many of the other bladers now refuse to let them visit. Raul likes the horse villagers best but has only got one. He’s forever on the lookout for them. He is also afraid of the tarantula’s and is constantly being bitten by them. Julia is far more interested in making interesting clothes. She’s made nearly everything she’s owns so her in-game villager can match her all the time.  Mathilda is constantly catching the butterflies. She can’t get the hang of fishing but her insectopedia thingie is full for all the bugs she can get. She adores the Able sisters. Claude spends all his money buying stupid clothes for his villagers to wear. After seeing Giancarlo’s crown though he plans to buy one for each villager. If only he had the savings... Miguel’s island is like a beach resort. He also takes a lot of in-game selfies or stupid screencaps and posts them on twitter. Aaron loves fishing a lot. Like, a lot a lot. He has a room full of each fish he can get so Mathilda can take them one day to fill up her museum since she’s so crap at fishing.  Garland doesn’t care too much about the game. He plays a little each day, does the daily chores he needs to do and then stops. He does love to visit people and interact though. Will spend hours island hopping. Went to Yuriy’s island once and spent ten minutes getting smacked in the face with a net. He never went back. He hopes it was therapeutic for the Russian though. Ming-Ming owns nearly all the clothes. She has her team send screenshots every day of what is in their clothes shops so she can buy anything she doesn’t own yet. She may, or may not be a little obsessed with the animals singing too. Brooklyn refuses to weed and refuses to cut trees. He’ll hit them for wood, but if a tree grows it stays there forever. As you can imagine, it’s like a forest and hard to navigate. Except for Brooklyn. He knows his way. Mystel’s island is full of fruit. Like, it’s just fruit trees because he wants to always have some to give to visitors. There are also many rivers because who doesn’t like using the pole all the time? Moses/Crusher plays with his sister. He’s also currently being guilt-tripped by Takao to give up a Drago. But Drago really likes his island so how can he send the alligator away?

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How was the first time someone stopped Viktor Drago for a picture like?

Oh my goodness Viktor would almost be in tears 🥺

I imagine that he’s headed home from a training session in the evening, it’s cold, the sun is setting, he’s got his hands in his hoodie pockets

Eyes are low to the ground, he avoids meeting peoples gazes for the most part, he knows he looks threatening enough as it is

But then he hears this tiny little voice calling after him “V-Viktor Drago?”

He stops and turns around and sees this kid looking up at him, realizing that it truly was the one and only, and even more confusing to Viktor was the fact that the kid was smiling so big

“You’re my idol, Mr. Drago! Can I please please get a picture with you?! You made me want to start sports and boxing and my dad is gonna take me to my first class soon! I think you’re one of the greatest!”

Viktor’s always been a pretty quiet guy but in this moment he was really at a loss for words, it felt like he was dreaming

He was this kids idol and he couldn’t believe it

Viktor was nervous approaching the kid but as soon as he bent down the kid latched onto him in a hug and everything seemed to come together

Viktor melted, he could feel his heart swell

He’d never been hugged like that before

Maybe this is what everything boiled down to, all his pain and his hurt and the long hours training and sweating and bleeding for the sport

In that moment Viktor decided to let this encounter fuel him, give him hope, push him to be better not just because Ivan wanted him to be better, but because he had people out there that truly cared about him and wanted to see him thrive

He watched the kid run back inside the candy shop to show his friends who were trying to peek through the frosted windows

To know that he caused someone to be this joyful, to be jumping up and down and smiling at getting a picture with him and getting to talk to him briefly too, that made Viktor feel important

The sun was nearly gone now and the temperature had dropped but Viktor couldn’t feel it, all he felt was elation, his cheeks hurting from being in a smile for so long, something he wasn’t used to doing on a daily basis

Maybe he did have a reason to smile after all, maybe he wasn’t as hated as he believed 💓

Imma cry I love him so much I’d die for him

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Omg if you’re still taking requests for Kinktober, could I request anything with dark! Viktor Drago? Whichever subject matter inspires you is perfectly fine (non-con/ dub-con if you’re comfortable with that) I just really love dark! Viktor 😭😭😭

sorry, this took forever, but school is on my ass. 

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, masturbation, voyeurism-ish. Viktor being a perv. Lowkey created a new character I could write for, lol. 

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Viktor needed a change. He had a string of wins after his loss to Adonis, but he still wasn’t happy. He tried working through things with Ivan, but Viktor realized he was too dependent on his father. Things were borderline toxic and Viktor didn’t want to continue this way. Especially after another confrontation with Ludmilla. 

Though Ivan didn’t teach him much, but how to fight, Viktor knew a little bit about money. They didn’t have much, but where they could saved, they did. Viktor had plenty of his earnings saved from his fights. What Ivan didn’t take from some of his bigger fights, Viktor kept for himself. 

It was going to be drastic, but he decided to make a big change and move to America. He knew of a boxing gym in New York that he could continue to train at and he still had contact with Buddy Marcille to get fights lined up. Viktor wasn’t going to let the grass grow beneath his feet and he needed to separation. To find himself and be without Ivan for a while. Ivan, of course, protested, but he let him go.

Viktor’s new trainer, Bruce, gave him a room in his 3 bedroom apartment. That’s how he met you. You helped maintain the gym. Chores here and there, but nothing major. You were in school and needed a little extra cash. Plus, Bruce was a friend of your family so you actually thought it would be cool to work for him. Especially, since your parents lived in another state. You came by the apartment, bringing by food and some new gear for Viktor.

Viktor thought you were beautiful. He didn’t get to be around girls much and matter of fact, he was still a virgin. He may have been a big bad boxer and intimidating to everyone else. However, he lacked some social skills. He was reserved growing up and Ivan kept him disciplined. Of course, Viktor couldn’t talk to girls. So when he saw you, he was easily smitten. 

You were very nice to him. One of the kindest people he had ever met. You always smiled and asked him how his day was. You seemed genuinely interested in him. You even tried learning short phrases in Russian. Of course, your pronunciation was terrible and he’d try to correct you each time.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get it right.” you sighed.

“Just like I had to train every day, you just need practice.” Viktor said.

You nodded. “I guess so.” 

Viktor got this flutter in his heart. If he didn’t ask you now, he might not ever get the chance. “May I ask something?”

“Sure, what is it?” you said. Viktor opened his mouth to speak, however, he was interrupted by Bruce calling you over something urgent. “I’m sorry. Let’s catch up before you leave.” You rushed off before he could give a response to help Bruce. 

Viktor didn’t get to catch up with you that day. You had disappeared to run errands and he was hurt by it. He wanted to get you alone. He wanted to know you on a deeper level. To experience what he missed on. 

Viktor stood in Bruce’s office after a phone call with a promoter wanting to book him for a fight. They were discussing their options and how hard he wanted to train for this fight. You knocked on the open door, holding a clipboard.

“Yes?” Bruce said, acknowledging you.

Viktor looked at you and shuddered. He couldn’t look at you and think about you without his heart skipping beats. His desire grew for you by the day. He looked at you and turned to look down at the floor. 

“I just need you to sign this so I can fax it back to the insurance company.” you said, entering the small office. You needed to squeeze by Viktor, accidentally rubbing your ass across his pelvis as you passed by him. Viktor fought not to gasp at the shock that went through him. 

You leaned over the desk, giving Viktor a good look at your ample ass. His heart started to race as he stared. He wanted to look away but, he couldn’t. Viktor envisioned you without your clothes. Your jeans may have been tight, but he wanted to see you without your clothes.

Viktor started to feel the blood rush down south. He unfolded his arms and tucked his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled down over where he felt himself growing. You stood up and turned to leave. You smiled at Viktor and passed back through the small space between the desk and Viktor, brushing up against him again. Viktor watched you go by, savoring you brushing up against his erection again and thankful you didn’t pay much attention.

“So, about this match?” Bruce said.

Viktor turned abruptly, coming out of his lustful trance. “Yes. Schedule it.” Viktor rushed to say. “We can talk later.” Viktor awkwardly left the office and retreated to the men’s locker room’s restroom. He grunted as he pulled his shorts down, letting his member spring out.

Viktor couldn’t help but to stroke himself. You flooded his mind. He tried running back over what it felt like with you up against him. Your warmth and the roundness of your ass. He hissed as he stroked faster. He cursed in Russian. His eyes fell closed and his head tilted back. With the locker room empty, he could grunt and moan all he wanted. He imagined having you all to himself. Naked, spread across his bed and calling his name.

Viktor felt his seed rise within him. He began to pump himself faster, growling as his orgasm neared. He put one hand on the wall of the stall to balance himself as he leaned forward. He felt his body lock up as he shot his load on the wall. 

Viktor took deep breaths as he released his member. Though the orgasm felt good, he didn’t feel whole. He still needed you. He was going to make it a goal to have you. He wanted to lose this part of himself to you. You were perfect.

For days and weeks, Viktor would stare at you. The swing in your hips as you walked, the way your breasts bounced sometimes when you’d walk. He bit his lip several times while he stared at your ass when you walked. Once, you bent over while wearing leggings. Viktor watched as the fabric stretch, giving him a glimpse of the lavender thong you wore that day. Numerous times he had to make trips to the locker room to release himself in order to continue his workouts. 

Viktor couldn’t take it much more. You distracted him and motivated him at the same time. You were beautiful and he wanted you. His penis ached to be inside you, for your to squeeze around him. He wanted to have you anyway he could. He couldn’t get you alone at any time. However, he promised himself that he’d have you. If the chance presented itself, he was going to lose his virginity to you.

Viktor came in from an evening run. He was a bit lost that he hadn’t been able to catch you. He heard you were busy with a number of tests and essays so, you weren’t going to be around much. But, imagine his surprise and joy when he came back to Bruce’s apartment and found your suitcase in the living room.

“Y/N is on semester break. So instead of flying home, she’ll be crashing with us.” Bruce said, from his chair. 

“Where is she now?” Viktor asked.

“She’s using the guest shower. You may have to wait if you were going to try and wash up.” Bruce said.

Viktor shrugged as Bruce’s phone rang. He looked at his text messages and growled. “That’s the neighbor. Someone threw a brick through the fucking window at the gym.” he said.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Viktor said.

“No. Stay here. You guys figure out dinner.” Bruce said as he got up and fetched his kiss and his coat. Bruce rushed out of the door without another word. Viktor hoped everything would be okay with the gym. But there was something more immediate. His head turned towards the sound of the shower on. 

Viktor traveled down the hall and stood at the door. It was cracked with steam, flowing out. Music was playing from your phone that you were singing to. Viktor pushed the door open a bit more, giving himself plenty of view. The glass may have been slightly fogged, but he could still see what he wanted to see. He almost gasped, looking at you. He imagined where he wanted to place his hands on you. Viktor may have been very inexperienced, but he knew what he wanted to do with you. 

Viktor felt himself getting hard again. He rubbed himself through his track pants. He watched you rub yourself with the towel. Lathering yourself up and washing yourself off. But what surprised him even more was when you began to rub your breasts. You moaned at the sensation. The heat from the shower amplifying your arousal. Your hand traveled down to your sex.

You rubbed your clit as you rest one foot on the bench of the shower. You moaned as your fingers roamed all-around your folds. You rolled your nipple between your fingers of your other hand as your middle finger dipped into yourself.

Viktor’s eyes fixating on you. He wasn’t moving from that spot. He pulled himself out and started to stroke himself. He grunted quietly while he watched you. He stroked himself to the same rhythm of your circling your clit. In his head, you were doing this for and with him. Both of you together. He didn’t know what you were thinking about, but he hoped you were thinking of him. He hoped you fantasized about him the way he did you. Viktor wanted you to want him the way he wanted you.

Your moans got louder. Your fingers moved in and out of you at a faster pace. You rubbed over your g-spot over and over. “Yes.” you moaned. “Fuck.”

Viktor grunted along with you. His precum spread over his shaft, making things more slippery. He pushed his pants down further, letting his balls free. They were heavy, needing to unload. It would be a waste to let loose now, but he needed an immediate release. Your moans motivated him. As you worked yourself faster, so did he. 

You braced yourself against the wall as you felt the pressure built up. You bit your lip, muffling your moans. You jerked as you felt yourself coming undone. Your skin felt the immense chill as you came. You cried out as the rush flowed through you.

Viktor stroked himself as you finished. He couldn’t contain himself. Even calling your name as he climaxed and spilling his seed on the door and the wood floor. You didn’t even hear him. 

You both took deep breaths together as you calmed down. You didn’t know that Viktor was breathing along with you. You retreated back under the water to do a last rinse. Viktor tucked himself back into his track pants and hurried to find a napkin to clean his mess.

You stepped out of the shower to dry off. You noticed the door was more open than you left it. You shrugged it off while drying your goddess locs. You got dressed in your pajama shorts and a cami then exited with your things.

“What the hell?” You said. The bottom of your foot felt wet. You picked up your foot to see some liquid. You thought you had dried off your feet when you got out of the shower. Plus, whatever was on the floor didn’t look like water. You wiped your foot off and dried the floor, forgetting it and going to the other guest room and putting your phone in the charger.

You came back into the kitchen and found Viktor standing against the counter. He looked like we was waiting on you when you walked in. “Hey. When did you get in?” You asked.

“A while ago.” He said.

“Did you have a good run?” You asked.

Viktor nodded. “It was nice. What about your tests?”

“Ugh, I’m just glad they are over. I need this break!” You said, going to the fridge. You didn’t see anything appetizing when you opened it. “How do you feel about Thai food?” 

You peeked over the other side of the fridge door to see Viktor had moved and was now just on the other side. “That’s fine.” 

You realized how much bigger Viktor was compared to you. He was glaring down at you and you couldn’t tell if you were intimidated or turned on. You closed the fridge and backed away. Viktor took a step closer, not putting too much distance between you two.

“So. I’m going to order it online. I know a place that’s not too far.” You said.

“How was your shower?” Viktor said, looking up and down. He glared at your legs. The shea butter you put on made it shine and made you smell amazing. 

You were a bit confused at the abrupt question. You chuckled nervously. “What?”

“Your shower? Did you enjoy it?” He asked again locking eyes with you.

“Why are you…” you asked.

“I did.” Viktor said. You froze in place.

“What are you talking about?” You said. Did Viktor see you? Why would he ask you about your shower?

Viktor stepped toward you, backing you up. His demeanor was different. He felt cold. It wasn’t the face he would put on during his fights. This look was something more dangerous.

“I saw you, Y/N.” He said. “You needed satisfaction. To feel something. Just how I want to.”

“Viktor, the hell are you talking about?” You said. 

Viktor walked closer to you. You stepped back until you hit the wall. He didn’t stop. He got so close that you could smell his stink from his run. You looked up at him with a chill running down your spine.

“You’re too close.” You said.

“I’ve been wanting you for a long time.” Viktor said, his accent thick and heavy. “I’ve never had anyone. I didn’t get to have that opportunity. But now, I have a chance and I’m going to take it.”

“What are you doing?” You said as Viktor grabbed your wrists. You tried snatching away from him, but he was so much stronger than you. You kicked at his knees, only for him to move away from you, but then press himself against you. You whimpered as he captured both of your wrists in one hand and kept them above your head. One hand clasped over your mouth when you were about to let out a yell. 

“Ssssh.” He said. “We don’t want to ruin this for each other. Our first time doesn’t need to be a struggle.”

You tried shaking your head, but Viktor had you in his grip. Viktor gave you one more warning before his hand left your mouth and traveled down to your shorts. You whimpered and were about to protest when he kissed you. The kiss was sloppy and wet. You tried to pull away, but Viktor was not going to break from this kiss. You tried closing your legs, but Viktor put his thigh in between you so you were straddling him. His middle finger teased your clit. You tried to think about anything, but the pleasure, however, you couldn’t ignore it. 

Viktor broke the kiss to lick your neck. His movements felt uncoordinated and rough. “Viktor, stop.” you said. He ignored you, but he figured by your objection he wasn’t doing something right. He pulled away a little bit and pulled down your shorts, giving his large hands so more space. He dipped back into your folds, drawing circles on your clit. 

You pressed your head back into the wall and bite your lip, muffling a moan. 

“Tell me you like it.” Viktor said. You whimpered, shaking your head. Viktor pressed against you again. “Y/N, say you like it.”

Viktor repeated it like he was looking for reassurance. And in truth, he was. He didn’t want his first time to be him not pleasing you. What was worse was that he was doing good. You had slowly started to get wet. Your hips moved forward, following Viktor’s hand.

“Does it feel good?” He asked again.

You whimpered, nodding. “Yes. But, we can’t do this.”

“I’ve never felt this way with anyone. I want to share what I feel with you.” Viktor said before going in for another kiss.

You tried fighting against it, but his tongue slipped into your mouth. It roamed the inside of your mouth, sloppily but for some reason, it aroused you more. You felt your orgasm building up, despite your protest to your body. Your nipples hardened in your top.

Viktor broke the kiss again and pulled his hand out from between your thighs. You gasped in relief, but you knew he wasn’t done. Viktor roughly grabbed your left breast. He grunted as he pulled the neck of it down, exposing you. There was a sting as he pinched your nipple. He sighed as he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses on your breasts and down to your nipple. 

You moaned at the feel of his tongue wrapping around your nipple and him sucking it. You didn’t think it was possible for him to make you any wetter. Viktor used his free hand to continue to play with it, massaging and rolling your breast and moving to suck on the other. 

“Viktor.” You gasped. You felt like you could come from this alone. You had sex before, but it was all mediocre and having to finish yourself. Even though Viktor was very rough and uncoordinated, you felt as if your body was responding to him in a way it never had before. You weren’t pushing against him anymore and you could barely fight him as is.

Once he came up, Viktor brought you into another short kiss. You felt something him poking against your thigh and your pussy clenched in excitement. He pulled you off the wall and picked you up. He laid you across the island of the kitchen. It was at the perfect height where your pelvis could meet his. Viktor pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles. You looked at his dick. His tip a bright red and his shaft swollen and riddled with veins with a wicked curve. You whimpered as Viktor brought you towards him. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but Viktor kissed you. Another sloppily kiss that left a trail of spit as he pulled away. “You’re so perfect for my first time.” he moaned. He grabbed the base of his member and pushed inside you.

You gasped at the delicious stretch. You wanted to protest, but you knew that there would be no stopping him. Viktor moaned as he entered you, going further and further. You flattened on the island top as he dragged across your walls. It only made you wetter. Once he was sheathed inside you completely with his balls pressed against you, he pulled himself out.

“So warm. So wet.” Viktor said. He started with slow sloppy strokes. Trying to find his rhythm and pace. “Очень жарко. Такая мокрая.” he repeated.

You moaned as Viktor found a comfortable pace. Viktor’s eyes fixated on your breasts as they bounced from his movements. Pleasure came up in surges. You began to clench around him. Viktor looked down to see his member covered in your arousal. Your soft pants told him to go faster. You began to arch your back, your hands finding a place on his shoulders. 

Viktor leaned in, his breath tickling your face. “You feel so good around me, Y/N. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You couldn’t respond as you became spent. Your moans were now hoarse and raspy. You began to scratch at Viktor’s back as you pushed him against him. Viktor grunted in your ear as he shook. You tried holding in your moans, but as Viktor hit the spongy more sensitive parts of you it was harder to stay silent. He chipped away at any resistance. You clenched and gripped around him. Viktor moaned as he began to twitch inside you. “I’m going to come.”

“Viktor, wait.” you moaned as your own orgasm built up. You felt yourself beginning to spasm as the start of your release.

“No. I’m going to come inside you, baby.” Viktor said, his head lifting towards the ceiling. You gasped as you felt a rush coming for you. An immense force coming over you that radiated from your core. To accompany it, Viktor went still, his muscles locking up. You felt the spurts of his orgasm painting your walls. You contracted around him, milking him for the rest of his orgasm. 

Viktor finally calmed down and pulled out. Your ejaculate and his spilling out of you. You leaned up and tried moving your legs in. You groaned as your hips ached from your legs being held open. You groaned and took deep breaths. You looked up at Viktor who glared at you. “Finally, I’ve had you.” he said.