#viktor drago imagine

[yoooitssalexx]

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Ignoring the past: Balboa!daughterxViktor Drago

In which the daughter of famous heavy weight champ Rocky Balboa begins a tumultuous relationship with the son of an old enemy who brings up too many painful memories.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // in progress

B R I A N O' C O N N E R

On the road: Latina OFC x Brian O'Conner (NEW WIP!)

In which a beautiful Latina and a handsome ex cop meet on the road and fall in love, only to discover they both are keeping secrets.

Meet the Characters //

[dragynkeep]

Something i really like is the idea of Rocky forgiving but Aidrian no.

Like, Rocky is a big softy that understands that life can hit hard and you make bad decitions, he will eventually forgive you and even befriend you but Adrianna would never forget what you did to her husband and would hate you for a long long time.

Imagine Apolo didn’t die but Rocky still fought Drago. He would eventually be okay with him and if they cross paths he would treat him with kindness. Adrianna on other hand would nake sure he knows he is on thin ice, would speak to him like she could rip him apart with her bare hands, like she wasn’t far smaller than him. She would be civil in public and kind towards Viktor, specially knowing his mom bailed, but it would take her a long time to forgive him.

I just love the idea of this tiny woman loving this big oaf so fiercely that she is ready to throw hands with a huge russian guy.

we love a small fighty queen ♡

[mariacallous]

The Croatian Journalists’ Association, HND, strongly condemned on Thursday the draft media law, saying that it represented unprecedented state interference in journalistic freedoms and in journalistic self-regulation.

The draft law, proposed by the Culture and Media Ministry, was not previously agreed on within the working group of which journalists were members, and was “slipped under the table”, the press conference heard.

According to the HND, the draft law aims to legalise censorship because it gives publishers the right not to publish a journalistic piece without an explanation.

They also condemned a proposal that journalists would have to reveal their sources of information as “dangerous“ and “death for journalism“.

The president of the HND, Hrvoje Zovko, said the working draft of the Media Act was “dangerous and its initial intention is to undermine journalistic freedoms in Croatia, what little is left”.

Zovko said that “[Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor] Orban and [Serbian President Aleksandar] Vucic might envy” a publisher’s right to remove a journalistic text without explanation.

He added that the HND will send its comments on the proposed law to parliament.

“It is devastating that the current government has not adopted a media strategy for seven years. New laws would be built on its basis. That’s totally freaky. Today, the HND is starting a campaign to remove provisions that are unacceptable,” said Zovko, adding that they had sent a letter to the Minister of Culture and Media, Nina Obuljen-Korzineki, with remarks on which they are requesting a statement.

The ministry’s wish to establish a council of media experts was also worrying, said Zovko. “We also oppose the Register of Journalists and Photojournalists. For us, this is an attempt to establish state control over journalists who should be independent,” he commented.

Drago Hedl, vice president of the HND, stated that some of the new provisions restrict freedoms that were hard to fight for. He mentioned the publisher’s right to refuse to publish a journalistic text, without notifying the author in writing.

“Let’s say my editor-in-chief had refused to publish the text about the HDZ MP who tried to bribe me; he wouldn’t have ended up in Remetinac [prison in Zagreb] last week,” noted Hedl.

It was also problematic, he said, to force journalists to reveal sources of information. “It’s dangerous,” Hedl said. He also said the proposal that only portals that also have printed editions can receive certain grants is discriminatory.

“Revealing sources would be death for journalism,” Zovko maintained.

Melisa Skender, general secretary of the HND, said the draft law looked “like an agreement under the table”.

For the HND, the so-called State Register of Journalists is absolutely disputed. Dario Spelic, a member of the working group for the drafting of the Law on Media, on behalf of the journalists’ union, said that such a register “should not exist”.

Zovko also touched on the so-called Register of Journalists: “Imagine that colleague Drago Hedl – who is a walking monument of Croatian journalism – has to request some Council of Experts to register him as a journalist. Let me see that expert who can say that Hedl does not meet the requirements to be a journalist,” said Zovko.

He added that they would send a report to the Council of Europe on this issue.

The Ministry of Culture and Media on Thursday said the government had not yet submitted the law to public discussion.

“At the meeting on July 5, the working group for the drafting of the Law on Media was presented only with a proposal of a text for discussion, in which the articles are not even numbered,” the Ministry said.

“None of what has been presented to the public is accurate or true, I express great regret that untrue theses are being published about a law which I believe must be passed by consensus of all stakeholders and which should significantly improve the status of journalists and the journalistic profession, and then provide additional incentives and support for publishers,” Obuljen Korcinek was quoted as saying.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Stepping out of the shadows

Viktor Drago x Female Reader

Request - Viktor D x F reader- R was an retired boxer and trainer who goes to his match with Creed. She sees how he loses hope after his mother leaves and abandons him. She makes it her mission to train him to be the super heavyweight champion and he finally and easily beats Adonins and becomes the champion and Ivan is proud of his son but in that time V fell in love with her?

Everyone in the world saw Viktor fight against Adonis and lost. You were in the arena since that night and Viktor fell into depression deeper. His mother Ludmilla abandoned her son a long time ago. Viktor and Ivan don't have a good relationship. Viktor never had hope because his mother destroyed the hope he had. When she left, she hasn't reached out to contact him.

The owner of the gym Igor called you. The gym needs a lot of work. He knows that Viktor is a strong fighter and he needs a trainer, Igor knows you are an amazing boxer because he trained your father. Igor told the idea to Ivan and he said okay. You wait for Viktor at the gym when he arrived, he doesn't say a word.

”Y/N will be your trainer,” Ivan said.

”Why?” Viktor said.

”I have won seventeen time, fourteen knockout and three loses,” You said.

Viktor is impressed and Ivan also.

”I will get ready,” Viktor said and walked away.

Up close you watched how Viktor box and train. He is definitely tall. Viktor doesn't talk a lot and you start to give him pointers of what he is doing wrong.

”We will train every day,” You said.

”Okay,” Viktor said.

____

The next day, you met up with Viktor early morning. Today you and Viktor start to do weight training together. Next, you and Viktor do shadow boxing and took a small break.

At the gym, you and Viktor get in the ring and you have punching mitts. He starts to punch the mitts and you keep telling him not to stop.

”You have to move faster,” You said.

He keeps punching.

”Move faster,” You said.

He starts to go a little faster, but you don't want him to slow down. He stopped and got out of the ring, you take off the mitts.

”What happened?” You asked.

”Nothing,” Viktor said.

He takes off the boxing gloves and he starts to drink water. You sit next to him and he keeps drinking his water.

”I know you have a lot on your shoulders. If you ever need someone to talk I'm here” You said.

You stand up and left and he didn't say anything.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

For the past couple of weeks, you kept training Viktor. After his run with his father then Viktor meets you at the gym.

”My father always told me to win no matter what,” Viktor said.

”What about your mother?” You asked.

”She abandoned me and my father, I don't need her,” Viktor said.

”My parents were hard on me when I started to do boxing. I know what your father means by having to win no matter what” You said.

”Show me what you can do,” Viktor said.

He puts on the punching mitts and gets in the ring.

”Really?” You asked.

He nods.

”I’m ready or are you too scared?” Viktor said.

”For a guy, who doesn't speak much you sure can talk a lot of trash” You teased.

You get in the ring and put on the boxing gloves. He puts his hands up and you start to punch the mitts, you even did a combo punch.

----

It's all over on the media that Viktor will fight Adonis for the belt again. You keep training Viktor but you made the raining harder. Viktor does open up a little bit about his life to you. Viktor’s relationship with his father is starting to get better, he is starting to open up to his dad too.

But you haven't seen Viktor in a couple of days since he is busy with promoting the fight.

Ludmilla is out shopping, she sees you and Viktor together. You and Viktor went out for lunch and talked about other things besides boxing. You or Viktor didn't notice her at all.

-The next day-

You are in the gym and Viktor to run with his father. Ludmilla walks in the gym with her bodyguards and she is disgust by how the gym looks.

”Can I help you?” You asked.

”We need to talk, Y/N,” Ludmilla said.

”And you are?” You asked.

”I am Viktor’s mother Ludmilla. I want you to stop training him, I already found him a professional trainer. I will need you to leave him alone and leave Russia” Ludmilla said.

You and Ludmilla glared at each other.

”Oh you must be his mother that abandoned him. I won't do anything that you say” You said.

”You don't know anything about me or what I went through. Do what I say or I can make your life in Russia very hard” Ludmilla said.

”All you will ever be is the mother that abandoned her family” You said.

Ludmilla smacked your face and you feel the burning sting. She walked away and you're touching your cheek.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

Viktor heard that his mother came by the gym. He went to your place to check up on you.

”Are you okay? I know my mother went to see you” Viktor said.

”I’m okay. She only smacked my face and told me not to train you” You said.

He got mad.

”She came to see me too. She didn't care when I was nothing but now she does” Viktor said.

”I can't tell you what to do, but I don't trust her,” You said.

”I always wanted to come back and be a family but she never came back,” Viktor said.

”She doesn't deserve you or your father. You, know you could have waited to see me tomorrow at the gym” You said.

He gives you a small smile.

”I know. I wanted to see how you are doing” Viktor said.

You smile at him.

”Are you hungry? I was about to make dinner” You said.

”I haven't had a home-cooked meal in a long time,” Viktor said.

”I can show you how to cook,” You said.

”I can cook,” Viktor said.

”Yeah sure,” You said.

Viktor knows the basics of food to cook. You did sure Viktor to cook something different, you found it cute him learning to cook. You and Viktor got to know each other and talked about other things besides boxing. Later, you and Viktor sit down together and eat dinner and kept getting to know each other.

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Viktor and Ivan were invited to a dinner party. Ludmilla and her new husband are the hosts of the party. Viktor isn't happy and they are mostly talking about the fight. He left the party and he went to see you. He told you what happened and you hugged him.

”You don't need them. You are strong men and I will always be by your side” You said.

”Thank you, Y/N,” Viktor said.

He hugged you.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

You, Viktor, and Ivan arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada. You are happy to be off the jet and lie in bed. Viktor is busy with interviews. Viktor knocked on the door and you went to open the door.

”How was it?” You asked.

You let him into your room.

”Good. I came to see if you want to go play in the casino” Viktor said.

”I never took has a man who would gamble,” You said.

”I thought we can have fun tonight. I know you are bored” Viktor said and smiled.

”Okay, let me get ready, and let's try to win money,” You said.

Later, you and Viktor went to the casino and started to play with the machines. You and Viktor did take selfies together, he kissed your cheek and you blushed. When he sits next to you he would put his arm around you and you start to smile.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

Today is the big night for Viktor, he is in the locker room with you and Ivan.

”This for you,” You said.

You gave him the box and he takes out the boxing gloves.

”Y/N, thank you. It means a lot you got this for me” Viktor said.

”I know you will win. Remember just focus and don't slow down” You said.

He nods and Ivan helped him to put on the gloves. You got the boxing gloves specially made for him.

Now Viktor is in the ring while you and Ivan are standing by the corner.

”Thank you for everything. Because of you, my relationship with my son has gotten better. Thank you” Ivan said.

”I care about him and you,” You said.

He hugged you and you hug him back. The fight is getting intense, Viktor and Adonis are giving it there all. Everyone is cheering and booing, you and Ivan tell Viktor what to do. His mother is watching the fight but you told him not to focus on her. Viktor did a combo move and you keep cheering for him.

Viktor did another combo the last punch Adonis went down. The referee starts to count and Viktor won the fight. You and Ivan go to the ring and hugged him. Some people start to cheer. The referee gave him the belt

”You did it!” Ivan cheerfully yelled.

He hugged his son again. Viktor kissed you and the paparazzi take pictures.

---

Viktor asked you to move in with him. You and Viktor went to look at apartments, he is happy you are dating him. His mother has tried to reach out to him but Viktor doesn't answer her calls. You still help Viktor with training and Ivan is happy for you and Viktor.

[melaninmarvelficrecs]

Viktor Drago Fic Rec

Angst 😭

Fluff 🥰

Smut 😈

Series 📚

Original character 👸🏽

Au meme 🎀

Social media edit 📱

Moodboard 💝

😭🥰I Love You. I knew It From the Moment I Met You by @sir-skarsgard

🥰Asking his S/o to Be His Girlfriend  by @v-writings

😈First Time by @v-writings

Rise and Shine Motherfucker by @avengersandlovers

Don't You Trust Me by @avengersandlovers

Can You Train Me by @honeychicanawrites

😈Bathtub Sex by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰😭Pregnant Fold Clothes With His Child by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Rough Sex  by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Coerced by @sapphirescrolls

Jealous by @honeychicana

😈Moan by @honeychicana

🥰Trick or Treat by @dc41896

😈Want by @omnyamaflowerz

The Flu by @dc41896

😈Snippet by @avengersandlovers

😈Paint by @avengersandlovers

Windswept by @avengersandlovers

📚👸🏽Say Love  2 3 by @oceanscorazon

😈Nsfw Alphabet  2 by @fumbling-fanfics

😈🥰 Burnt Offerings by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰Fluff by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Balanced Breakfast by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰Waking him Up by @fumbling-fanfics

Living Together by @fumbling-fanfics

Meeting His Girlfriends Parents by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Viktor Paying for Sex 2 by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Untitled by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Blowjob by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰Proposing by @fumbling-fanfics

Headcanons by @v-writings

😈😭Reflection by @saphirescrolls

[fumbling-fanfics]

MASTERLIST...

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

- Flo being gentle with Virgin s/o - Toothbrush

- Silk Pillowcase - Part 1/1

- Red Dress - Part 1/2

- Red Dress - Part 2/2 - tbc

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

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

VIKTOR DRAGO (x Reader)

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

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

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

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

Asks

- Viktor teaching you to box and things get heated

- What would Viktor be like with his child - Headcannon

-  Bathtub Sex w/ Viktor

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 1

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 2

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

FLORIAN CALENDER

- First edition

- Second Edition - Topless

- Third Edition - Holiday

- Fourth Edition - Viktor Drago

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

PABLO SCHREIBER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Threesome with Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan and Pablo Schreiber

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

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

Keanu Reeves - Implied Smut - Morning sex - mini

BUCKY BARNES - The New Black Widow 

OTHER WRITERS ETC

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[ellixthea]

✨ Requests are open ✨

Just wanted to let you guys know that my requests are open! If you have any idea you would like me to write about just let me know in my inbox! Just a little reminder, I’m writing about Florian Munteanu/Viktor Drago, MGK and Marvel (from the MCU)

[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.

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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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FIGHTING TEMPTATION | one.

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Pairings: Florian x WOC reader (mainly black reader)

Description: In which you’re a princess and you’ve been invited to one of his fights, and from there the after party at the club by a friend, without the knowledge of your bodyguard or family… HE IS NOT FAMOUS. HE IS A UNDERGROUND BOXER.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Florian’s father asks as Florian bounced up and down preparing himself for this big fight tonight, punching the air with his boxing gloves. He was ready. It had been a minute since he was in the ring, he had taken some time off to focus on his health since a major blow landed him in the hospital, but now he was back and ready for a rematch.

Hitting the side of his face with his glove, his father placed his mouth guard in his mouth, Florian was ready. And, he was about to put the man that knocked him out in a coma. “I need you to be on your best tonight, we’ve been told there’s someone special in VIP tonight, and she’s paying billions to the fighter and they will be her new body guard. She comes from a wealthy family. we need this. Florian nods in understanding.

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“Standing in the right corner, we will have legendary boxer Big Nasty! Standing in at six foot four, weighing at approximately two hundred forty five pounds!” The announcer yells, Florian nods his head at his father as he adjusted his jacket, he made his way out as his music played behind him, punching the air and, they got there and he entered the ring, bouncing and listening as his father started chatting him up. He was just done talking, he was ready to kill the man in front of him— not literal. Just figuratively.

You made your way into the booth with your friend, Clara. Clara and you have gotten close every since she’s been working for your family, you were also in need of a new body guard. The one you had was well, incompetent. He failed to protect you numerous of times, you needed someone to protect you, you were tired of handling the job you paid others to do, you needed someone invested. Clara, being known to certain areas, when you came to America, she wanted to show you the finer things. You both had to sneak out tonight. You out smarted the guards that were watching you, and both snuck out to this underground flight club. Of course, it wasn’t much of your speed, it was all brand new to you.

You watched from the glass window ahead of all of the other seatings. Your glass was bulletproof, and you couldn’t be seen. The glass was heavily tinted, “Whose he?” You pointed to Florian.

Brushing your hair with your hands. You placed your hand on the glass looking closer at the man, he caught your attention. From his athletic physique, to the way he moved, to the way he was giving this man a run for his money. You smirked, with each punch Florian made. The man became weaker, it was like Florian had a fist of steel, he moved so effortlessly, you were.. intrigued. Oh yeah, he was the one. He was the perfect man for the job. “And the winner is…” The announcer shouts. “BIG NASTY!” You cheered, clapping your hands real fast. “He’s perfect!” Clara laughs. “Girl, are you sure you’re just not lusting after him?”

“Oh please.” You wave your hand, brushing her off. “He’s not my type, I like my men like I like my coffee.” You spoke in an accent, mocking the little girl from the one American show you’d seen. “Black.” You answered

Clara laughs. “Girl.” You laugh shaking your head, you were so serious but you couldn’t deny that, Mr.Big Nasty was attractive to you. But you knew you were only lusting after his posture and the way he used his hands in the ring. He was a knock-out. “Let me go and get the boxer and his team, you stay put. Okay?” You watched the next set of men come out to fight, not answering her because it was obvious you weren’t going any where. You didn’t know New York, why on earth would you wonder alone? The good thing about being from overseas, no one knew that you were Royalty. No one would fake being your friend, fake loving you because they didn’t know you. And with your time here abroad for a taste of life outside of the big royal mansion in Kenya… you would get to experience a whole other world.

“You did good tonight son,” Dorin smiled at his son, he was proud. A proud father.

Florian didn’t stand his ground. “Thanks, Tata.” Florian smiled walking out fully clothed, he threw his things into his gym bag and made his way to the exit when the owner of the establishment showed up with a duffle bag, “Here is your cut for the night, there’s a lady here claiming to be with our VIP guest tonight, she wants to talk to you. You want to hear her out?” Florian to the duffel bag placing it on the seat, unzipping the bag, he took out the cash rummaging through the bag. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me, Nasty? We been business partners for years.” That may have been true but, nothing happened without his knowledge, he always played both sides. Florian didn’t trust him and he knew that the VIP was looking for someone, and he wasn’t gonna give Florian his full cut. “If I count this, is it all going to be that Raheem?”

“All is going to be there, trust me. You know I’m not stupid enough to rip you off.”

Florian glared at him, zipping up the bag. “Bring the girl in and just remember, if I’m cut short. I’m coming back to see you.” Florian watches as Raheem made his leave, and in entered Clara. He sat down looking up at her, his father stood in the corner keeping his eyes glued on her. “You some groupie or some?” Florian questioned. She chuckled. “Do I look like one of your groupies?” He sized her up. “You really want me to answer that?” She rolls her eyes folding her arms, “I can assure you, I’m not. I’m here on behalf of my employer. She would like to meet with you. But only you.” Florian never trusted anyone, so going in a room alone with some woman… he wasn’t about to do that. “Nah’, ain’t no bitch gonna set me up. I’m good on that. VIP or not. Tell that to your employer.” His father clears his throat.

“You should refrain from calling the Princess of Kenya a bitch.” Clara spoke stern.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You fucking with me right?” His father shook his head. “she’s not. This is what I was telling you about earlier, don’t worry, I’ll be waiting outside the room for you.” He raises his shirt. “If anything happens, I have you.” Clara looked at Dorin, seeing the gun in his waistband. “You won’t be needing that. Join us at Revenue in an hour. Be there and don’t be late, and oh, don’t bring your father or weapons. You’ll be checked at the door.” She smirked. Florian brushed his hand over his face watching her walk away. “Princess of Kenya?” He raised an eyebrow at his father. “This is an opportunity, you can’t afford to pass up.” He sighed deeply, with his debt. He needed to do any and everything to make this money. Even if it meant entertaining some princess…

An hour later,

Florian sighed deeply as he shut the door to his car. He looked back at it. Beat up. It needed a ton of work, he knew it was definitely not going to bring home the ladies. Usually he would borrow a friend’s whip for tonight but this was about business so, all pride aside. “Florian Munteanu?” The bouncer questioned as he looked at his ID. Florian nods. “Yeah.” The bouncer handed him back the ID. “You’re expected in the private room.” He raised an eyebrow, usually it took him a long time to get into this club. Mainly cause he hooked up with the owner’s girl in the past, unknowingly of course.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” A voice said.

He frowns, before taking in his surroundings. There were three guards at the door and two outside the door, the girl he met with earlier was seated on a couch; the voice was still unknown. “Uh yeah, sorry, car trouble.” Her laugh alarmed him, it was sexy and elegant. Who knew a laugh could sound sexy, he wondered… was she as sexy as her laughter?

You made your way from behind the wall that led to the rest room, giving him a view of you. A smile plastered over your face once you saw the champion of the night. You sat down popping a green grape in your mouth. “Champion, have a seat.” Florian was taken back. You were beautiful. He was left speechless and numb. He couldn’t move. “Florian?” Clara calls out. “Have a seat.” Before he could do it on his own, your guards shoved him down in the seat. He frowned looking up about to drop some hands when you whistled calling them off. “All of you, leave us. Clara, you two, we have business to discuss.” Without a second word, they all left the room. You stood to your feet, walking closer to him; he was still mesmerized. You smiled. “Are you okay, Florian?” He stammered. “Uh yeah, what’s the business?”

Part two drops soon.

@skyesthebomb @laylasbunbunny

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Its October you know what that means new prompt list!!!

- [ ] 19 "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

- [ ] 20 "You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

- [ ] 21 "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

- [ ] 22 "Abort mission, I repeat abort mission." "What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?" "Yeah, and they're too attractive. I can never speak to them again."

- [ ] 23 "At least I kept my promise."

- [ ] 24 "Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here." "You gave me a heart-attack!"

- [ ] 25 “Shut up and hold me.”

- [ ] 26 “I love you and all but...” 

- [ ] 27 “Is somebody jealous?”

- [ ] 28 “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

- [ ] 29 “Things aren’t always what they seem

- [ ] 30 “ "I'm not your friend. I'm your boyfriend, get it right.”

- [ ] 31 “Did…did you just rope me?”

[gothicknightz]

“if life doesn’t kill you, something surely will” (m.a)

“run!”

the sound of feet pacing the street as onlookers and party-goers run about the streets as day of the dead continues on.

being spotted by the local coppers who all want your head isn’t the best place to start, especially for a homeless teen who burned down his entire orphanage full of kids.

couldn’t stand with the pressure of what they were going to do to me, i mean, with everyone in the city looking at me twice for longer than five seconds. i was just another roach in the city of san francisco’s skid row, only younger. 

one more day was all it took, one more night is all i had thought.

that one night brought me to a joint laced with angeldust, and cops on my head like a mother.

i didn’t ask to run for miles from cops to watch them being took down by some leather studded girl with street fighter skills.

i didn’t ask for all the trouble, getting bagged and all, plus, i’ve been made by cops and four kids. 

“don’t look like no psycopath to me.”

“can’t judge a book by its cover.”

“but you can judge one by its smell.”

[stargirlfics]

Ok so imagine this: Viktor Drago is talking with the girl he likes but he is very shy so he hasn't told her how he feels and suddenly she says something he finds incredibly funny so he starts laughing and the girls smiles and looks at him like this 🥰 and he gets nervous because he thinks he screw it up and ask her what's wrong and she goes "nothing it's just that I love your laugh, its my favorite sound in the world"

The way his cheeks would get so pink hearing that oh my god I am SOFT!

I can see him losing his shit inside bc that has to mean she likes him but tryna act all calm on the outside save for the big ass grin on his face

Viktor isn’t the kind of man that smiles or laughs often but with her, it’s all he finds himself doing

And he falls harder every time he’s around her

Excuse me I’m in my feelings now!

[importantkidspyfarm]

Happy New Year

Short and sweet Florian Munteanu imagine inspired by this picture.

Happy New Year!!!

Reagan sat on her bed watching jealously as her roommates, Michelle and Veronica put the finishing touches on their New Year party fits; the dress she chose for the celebration hanging lifeless on the hanger above her bed mocking her.

A knock at the door and the guys filed into their small dorm, clearly in party mode. Bryan, Terrence, and Florian looking dapper in their suits accessorized with twenty-twenty-one glasses and Happy New Year crowns on their head dancing badly to music playing from someone’s phone. The girls joined in partially, still fixing their clothes and makeup in the mirrors. Florian’s reflection in the mirror causing butterflies in her stomach as she took in the sexiness of him in black tie. ‘At least I get to see him in his suit,’ she thought.

“It’s party time ladies! You ready?” Bryan cheered pushing up on Michelle checking herself out in the mirror.

“Some of us are.”

“What?” Michelle turned from the mirror nodding over his shoulder. They all turned around to see Reagan laying on her bed in jeans and t-shirt.

“What gives, Reagan?” Florian asked, disappointment wavering in his deep timbre.

“I have to go to work.”

“No, you choose to go to work.” Michelle corrected. Reagan sat up with a huff ready to defend her decision.

“Reagan?” Her name was poetry on his lips. “We were all supposed to bring in new year together.” Florian said taking a seat beside her placing a muscular arm around her shoulders. The smell of his new cologne was intoxicating. A perfect blend of honey and oak. The butterflies in her stomach flapping their wings harder as she kept her composure.

“I know, but Ricky said he’d pay me double for five hours, so I took it.” That was partially true. The full truth however was as follows: Ricky was going to man the station himself but after overhearing Florian talk about all the girls who were going to be at the party she volunteered to take over; Ricky offered double as a thank you. Reagan was not going into twenty-twenty-one with the visual of they guy she wanted making out with someone else.

“I cannot believe you're choosing work over us.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Michelle”

“I’m not, it’s the truth.”

Rolling her eyes Reagan chose to not respond, instead reveling in the feeling of Florian’s arm still around her, his hand anchoring on her shoulder.

“It’s time to go.” Bryan said. Florian took his arm from around her looking at his watch. “Let’s go party. Well, some of us.”

“Shut up Bryan.” She got up playfully pushing him out the door.

The lot was mostly empty, and they were parked right beside her. “You guys have fun.” She cheered watching as they loaded into Bryan’s truck, Florian lingering. “What are you waiting for? Get in.”

“It’s not going to be the fun without you.” The butterflies made loops at his words.

“I’m sure it will be.”

“New Year’s hug.”

Reagan opened her arms, Florian bent just enough to wrap her shoulders in his arms. She inhaled his scent and held him feeling the flex of his back muscles under the suit jacket. The hug seemingly endless and yet, too short. Regret was setting in.

“Let’s party!”

***

Time passed slowly, customers dotting in every so often picking up last minute alcohol or their last pack of cigarettes or condoms. Occasionally all three. One guy regaling, unrequested, that he planned to smoke a whole pack before twelve and quit for good. The only good to come out of this eve was reading a sizeable portion of her book and she was able to live vicariously through everyone’s stories and pictures from the party without Ricky’s complaining. The party was big and bright, all her friends together and here she was in the middle of nowhere in a small dim gas station, alone. “This was a mistake.” She said to her audience of shelves.

Eleven o’clock brought in silence, the road outside the gas station windows empty and dark, everyone where they wanted to be to usher in new beginnings, leaving her alone to watch the new year ring in five minutes late on the clock on the wall behind the counter.

Reagan settled in with her book, trying not to think of all she was missing, especially not of the girl Florian was to kiss at midnight. The doorbell chimed breaking the silence.

“What are you doing here?” she asked jumping out of her chair. Florian stood at the door breathing heavy looking handsomely disheveled, his tie and collar undone.

He held up a finger taking a second to catch his breath. “Did you run here? Where’s your car?” she asked stepping out from behind the counter.

“Car was-,” he heaved out, “blocked in.”

“Okay. What are you doing here?”

Florian stood upright wiping sweat from his brow, his breathing regulated. He looked down at his watch, “Well, I was planning on doing this at the party, but you chose to be here instead.”

“Do what?”

“This.” In one stride Florian closed the gap between them pulling her close with a hand low on her back. His lips gently falling on hers. The initial shock fading Reagan let herself melt into him, thighs touching thighs, her chest pressed against him, their body heat combining. The butterflies in her stomach flapping overtime raising her to her tip toes. Fireworks banged and crackled overhead, it was twenty-twenty-one

Florian pulled away just enough to read her expression. She could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips as she touched her tingling lips. “Wow,” Reagan exasperated, a smile stretching across her round face, “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New year.”

[celestianstars]

Florian /Viktor jerking off by himself HC?

I’m gonna write this for Viktor cause I miss him 🥺

It’s late and Viktor can’t sleep

He needs to blow off some steam, so he gets up and takes it out on the punching bag across his room

You’re not with him and he’s missing your warm body next to him

That and the fact that he’s been thinking about you all day has him worked up

It only works slightly....cause now he’s thinking about the last time he saw you

The way your body was wrapped around him so close, your heavy moans and whimpers in his ear, urging him to keep going, keep fucking you

He can’t get the image out of his head and it’s useless trying to do anything else but jerk himself off now

It was Tuesday and he still had the rest of the week to go before he could see you again

He promises himself he wasn’t gonna hold back next time, you were all his and he intended to show you

But for now, his hands would have to suffice

He lay back down, not caring that he was sweaty and breathing heavy already

Viktor shut his eyes and let his hands roam down, imagining you, his best girl

He imagines you watching him, helping him, getting your mouth all over him in that way you do that drives him crazy

Soon enough Viktor is panting and moaning out your name in a hushed, strained cry

His fist pumps his shaft up and down, tighter, faster now

The sounds coming from him were obscene but he couldn’t help it

His muscles tense, his stomach twitching slightly as he got closer to that release he’s been craving so bad

Viktor imagines you on your knees right there next to him in his bed, your sweet, wet mouth open and ready to catch his cum

You were always so greedy for it too, that’s the part that took him by surprise at first

The way you stuck your tongue out and bounced on your knees a bit, almost like a puppy, so so eager for the treat

And god the way you lapped at his tip while swallowing all that cum was enough to make him pass out

You were so good at it, every time, without fail he felt like he was floating when you did that

And then continued sucking, milking him

God he missed you so bad right now

The slick noises of him pumping his hand around his dick filled the room

And then he was thinking about how sexy you looked with your tiny hand wrapped around his thick shaft, pressing kisses and licks all over him

You were an angel, that’s all he could think of

Your name fell from his lips in a groan as he blew his load all over his chest, slowing down his hand movements as he rode out the high

Viktor couldn’t wait to see you again and maybe he’d take a pic a send it to you just so you’d wake up knowing he was thinking of you too ♥️

@themyscxiras @crushed-pink-petals @write-fromthe-start @fumbling-fanfics @amelatonin @uhlxis @chaneajoyyy @breddiefrooks @thorohdamnson @captainsamwlsn @valkyriesnymph @soft-angel-tears @bibicarson

[fumbling-fanfics]

What's your child like with Viktor? Would the reader have a girl or boy?

Wouldn't a girl be sooooooooo cute. Like ^^^

Here are some head cannon points:

Daddy is a jungle jump. She loves to hang from his arms. 

She likes to stand on daddy. She likes when she stands on his stomach and he moves it up and down and she wobbles, giggling uncontrollably.

She lives for shoulder rides. She can see everything, she feels as if she is literally on top of the world. 

Doesn't like when daddy fights the meanies. Because they leave marks on his face, but then that means daddy has to visit her home hospital along with her teddy bears so she can look after him. 

She's loves hide and seek. Daddy's very big and loud so she knows when he's coming to find her and has to be extra quite.

Daddies also so big he can't imagine half her hiding places - she can fit in the laundry hamper perfectly. 

Grandpa is her second favourite, he looks like a meanie but isn't. 

I've kept this short because I'm writing a second pieces to PregnantReader fic I did...

Not sure if people want to be tagged in this: @savvy-ivvory @ellixthea @beaminglife @endless00paradise @honeychicana @jojolu @designerwriterchic @dc41896 @mimigemrose @queen-of-the-jabari @v-writings @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @littlesin @crushed-pink-petals @xuxszx

[xuxszx]

saturday night |Viktor Drago

Pairing: Viktor Drago x Amia

Words: 4362

Warnings: Smut? (I think so)

Hey, so I decided to share with you all the story that I wrote in Polish. This is the prologue of my "book" about Viktor, but I do not think that I would write it in the near future, and I really wanted to share this part with you because I'm damn proud of it.

I need to apologise for my English, which is not as good as I wish. But yeah, let me know if something is bad written.

Colorful lights offended her eyes, which seemed to be too tired from constantly writing documents that had been buried last week. And the music seemed too loud to her today. Today everything seemed too bright, too loud, too annoying. Work gave her a hard time. She wanted to relax, and a visit to the club with Katya always worked.

Dancing and embracing people is the only thing that Amia simply hated when partying. Couples winding and touching each other on the dance floor did not know the concept of the words moderation or intimacy, and Amia, seeing their boldness she wanted to laugh and vomit at the same time. She had the impression that she was the only lonely girl here who only came to drink and relax, not hunt the male.

Even Katia, her Bulgarian friend, was just charmingly smiling at the tall and well-built blonde with whom she probably intended to spend the rest of the night. And Amia? She just wanted to relax after a hard week of continuous work. She knew she shouldn't complain - she did what she truly loved, but there were days when she wanted to quit it and let it go.

After an hour sitting at the bar, she was honestly fed up. She did not quite know when Katia disappeared from her eyes, and this meant that her crazy friend probably just had one of the best orgasms in her life. At the thought of Amia, she laughed - she didn't know what was wrong with her friend, but every experienced sex in the arms of a strange guy was getting better than the previous one.

People were squeezing past her every now and then to get the bartender's attention and get a drink. She had already waited far too long for her, she wanted to scream at a man who was just trying to get up for a boldly dressed blonde. But what she could do if she caught his attention - she would probably be laughed at. She could leave the club, but then she would leave Katia alone, and she didn't want to. Besides, her plan for tonight was to sit at the bar and she wouldn't move, no matter what.

She called this fucking bartender a few more times, and when he ignored her again, or just did not hear - she rolled her eyes and moaned disappointed. She felt like the alcohol she had drunk slowly escaping from her body and it was not what she wanted today. Was her plan a Sunday hangover? Maybe, but he won't regret it until tomorrow. And now she definitely wanted one drink or even a few ... tens.

"You need help?" hearing a thick, hoarse voice behind her, her skin covered with goosebumps, and her body went through an unexpected and never-known thrill. She swallowed the lump building in her throat and turned to face the stranger. A tall man dressed in a black T-shirt appeared under her eyes, with perfectly sculpted muscles underneath. He was looking at her with his green eyes, which were wild like a predator, and she couldn't squeeze anything out of her. The man intimidated her. He stood so firmly. The energy that emanated from him almost knocked her to her knees.

"It depends on what help you think of" she replied, her voice trembling dangerously, showing the stranger how she acted. He could read it as he wanted, as it was more comfortable for him. However, Amia was aware that the green-eyed man knew perfectly well what was happening with her panties right now.

“Depends on what help you need” his words meant that he was perfectly aware of how it works on the woman, for which she was slightly embarrassed, but she did not want to show it at all costs. The girl snorted loudly, and when she wanted to pass him and go to a secluded place, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. “Is it bad that I want to help?”

“I need a drink, preferably a few. And that bartender doesn't work with me. Can you help me with that, big boy?” A peculiar smile on her face, somehow filled Viktor with male pride. He felt her tremble unexpectedly, and then someone pushed past them, pushing Amia straight into his arms.

"I think I can handle the drink" he murmured in her ear, and the warm breath she felt on her body made her grip his muscular arms. The short-cut man put an arm around her and they went together to the other end of the bar, where he sat her on the only free stool. He whispered something to the young boy, and then sat down next to her.

"Looks like you have an acquaintance, big boy" she said, and when someone pushed her again and she was about to throw a drink at someone Viktor had arranged for her, he grabbed the high stool she was sitting on and pulled him with one hand closer each other. So that her slender knees touched his hard thighs. Apparently, she was supposed to spend the rest of the night that way. Or maybe not?

“Big boy?” he asked, leaning close to her ear so close that his hot breath reached her neck. A shiver ran down her body, and a sly smile appeared on the face of the stranger. He knew perfectly well what was happening with the black-eyed girl. Amia wondered how it was possible that a guy she did not know at all aroused such strong emotions in her. She was angry at herself that he managed to charm her so quickly. Although she didn't know what he was doing with her, but she was ready for him. In every situation.

“You are a big boy, aren’t you?” she replied feistyly, pretending it didn't affect her, even though her own body was cheating on her. She continued to fight for her honor and image. She was never one of those girls who has many sexual partners. If she loved, she loved her whole life, she never had chance sex in the club bathroom and she didn't regret it.

“I have the impression that you want to find out” he murmured for a long time and do not know why Amia's eyes flew to his crotch. She felt her face cover in crimson red, and the man watching her closely smiled aggressively. The young woman did not quite know what was happening to her. She felt unprecedented excitement, and her body begged her to fall into the arms of a handsome guy. However, as long as she was sober, she knew that she would not allow herself to spend Saturday night with this man.

"Has a big boy like you has everything as big?” she winked at him, and then she rested her head on his shoulder as another person pushed her. Unknowingly, she inhaled his scent and felt like whining. He smelled like a combination of tobacco, saffron and cinnamon, which balanced the crisp note of bergamot and grapefruit. The first thing that came to her mind was that this is how a real man should smell. There was an element of savagery in Viktor that had a tremendous appeal and Amia didn't quite know how to deal with it. She put her hand on his hard thigh and whispered in his ear that she needed another drink.

"If you want to find out, just ask" he replied, placing his hand on her hip, and with the other hand gave her a colorful drink that was definitely going to confuse her in her head. Viktor, seeing Amia slowly sipping another drink, ordered something stronger for himself, but it was still too weak for him. Russian blood flowed in his veins, alcohol was inscribed in his DNA.

"And how would I find out?" Amia asked, pretending she was completely unaware of the overtones they exchanged. She also pretended that this huge, in every sense of the word, man did not affect her at all.

In this way they banished themselves in their company definitely too much time. Viktor kept giving her alcohol when she asked for him. But he did not deny himself. Although as an athlete he should not exaggerate. He knew that very well, but he was human too, and like every human being sometimes needed a moment of oblivion. And it looked like he was going to spend the evening with Amia. A drunk girl asked a whole bunch of stupid questions, but did it bother him? Not necessarily. Seeing and hearing her pearl-like laughter he felt sincerely happy.

"Do you think that if a snail crawls over another snail's mucus, it may have an orgasm?" she asked, drinking one of the many high-percentage drinks. "Do snails have an orgasm at all?"

"I think that's enough of this alcohol for you, huh?" He said when she quietly asked him for another drink. The girl wrinkled her nose funny and looked at him slightly surprised.

"You refuse me, big boy?" she muttered, looking at him provocatively. Alcohol could be felt from them for a few good steps, and Amia, feeling the vodka in Viktor's heavy breath - moaned quietly, feeling the escalating contraction in the lower abdomen. Even smelling alcohol, he was too sexy to stop working on her. His hot breath was felt by every, even the smallest part of the body. She did not quite know when and how she climbed his thighs and looked straight into his green eyes. "Dance with me."

"Are you sure you can stand up?" he replied, running his nose sensually across the hollow of her neck. The black dress she was wearing tonight was sliding dangerously up her shapely thighs. Viktor was the one who made sure that all people didn't see her pants or buttocks.

"I'm sure you won't let me fall, big boy" she smiled flirtatiously at him, got up from his lap, which wasn't an easy task, and pulled him onto the dance floor, which now seemed less populated to her. It didn't take them long to find a free piece of parquet. Amia immediately felt the music flowing through her body. She moved her hips to the rhythm of club music, and the partner behind her admired the goddess dancing in front of him. He was genuinely fascinated by her. He admired her body and felt his hands itch to touch her.

Viktor dangled her neck with hot breath, and he placed his hands on her narrow waist, then pulled her small body to him. Amia held on to the strong arms of the man who just got dizzy. Oh why the hell did he do that to her? For her, it was an unsolvable puzzle at the time. She decided not to think about it and deal with it only in the morning, when she sobered up and was worried about the possible consequences. In the end she felt drunk enough to fall into his huge arms.

"You'll fall, but straight into my bed, beautiful" he said returning to one of her accents, then gently brushed her lips, which further aroused her desire. Viktor was perfectly aware of how he acted on the woman and consciously took advantage of it, with small gestures he drove her crazy. And he honestly liked how she reacted to him. He wanted her in his bed, no matter how irresponsible it was.

"Is it a proposition or a statement?" she asked, feeling his hand slowly sliding down her buttock.

"I’m taking you away from here, sweetheart. This is a statement" he replied, squeezing her buttock and stifling her soft moan that escaped, firmly squeezing the kiss on raspberry lips. He pulled her toward the bar, said something to the bartender, and then the two of them were on their way to the room Amia had dreamed of when she saw the green-eyed man with huge arms.

As soon as the door to the room closed behind the two of them both stopped playing the chase. Viktor immediately embraced her with his arms and pressed her tightly to the wall. He had never felt so fascinated by a woman he did not know. Her body clad in a black short dress with a huge neckline tempted him since he noticed her almost black hair and a bored face as she sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to kindly serve her. He ran his hand over her firm ass and pressed him firmly against her, and she felt a substantial erection moaning, which made the Russian want to fuck her on this wall. But first he had to try what it tasted like.

He reluctantly moved away from her, and she watched carefully what he was going to do. The crimson covered her focused face as Viktor kneeled slowly in front of her and rolled up the black fabric of the dress. He touched his finger wetly with excitement on the girl's femininity and purred like a purebred cat - understanding that she was already ready for him. Mouth began to mark the wet path on her thighs leading straight to her hot and moist womanhood. Impatient, wanting to feel this piece of her female body, he pulled off the black-haired lace panties and ran his nose over the hill of ready cunt.

Amia felt as if he was smelling her, and although it was a bit strange, she felt incredible excitement. She couldn't wait to see what this handsome Russian wanted to do with her. She drew a sharp breath as her pleasantly warm tongue caressed the tender clitoris. Viktor, seeing his partner's condition, embraced her thigh and put her on his shoulder, so he could kiss and caress her more accurately. Amia desperately clutched her strong arm as she felt her legs slowly refusing to obey her.

Green-eyed clung to her womanhood more strongly. None of his previous women smelled so good and tasted as good as Amia. She was sweet, really sweet, and he didn't know how it was possible, but at the moment he didn't feel like thinking or thinking about it. Not now, when the woman in his arms had the first of many orgasms he wanted to offer her tonight.

Amia felt like she was in her private heaven, to which only Viktor, who was dealing with her femininity, had access. She never thought it could be that good. His tongue was so accurate and so agile that every time he moved, Amia got chills and thought that she would get so much damn pleasure from hell. For the piece of heaven she was in, she knew she would go to hell. Viktor, his tongue and agile, but strong hands confirmed that it was worth it.

As the boxer pulled away from her femininity and licked his lips, she moaned miserably. She was thirsty for him, and earlier she thought it was impossible. To want someone so bad is probably unhealthy, but at the moment she had it somewhere. She was only thinking about what it would be like when he finally found her. When finally his strong body pressed her to the mattress and the room was filled with sounds of faster beating hearts and emotions that both of them wanted to muffle.

She waited for this moment. She did it subconsciously from the beginning of their accidental meeting at the bar. There was something about this man that made her legs soft and wet his panties. But now there was definitely no time to think about it. She pushed the head of the black-haired girl away, and then she was pressed again to the wall behind her. Feeling like hard muscles pressing on clad only in black material breast dress, she gasped quietly.

When he bent to her to kiss her, Amia was not idle and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. She didn't like the fact that he was wearing too many clothes. With one movement she pulled the black fabric over his head and put their lips together in a madly greedy kiss. Amia had the feeling that she was getting greedy with Viktor. His divine body tempted her and now, she didn't want to resist him anymore.

She was crazy about his arms, breasts and stomach, and when she felt the skin under the man's fingers - she pressed her fingers harder against him. The deep depressions and protrusions winded her up tremendously. And he could not let such a beautiful woman act alone - to some extent he was a gentleman, so his hands also did not leave the woman's red-hot body for a moment. The man's rough fingers that squeezed her buttocks made Amia move her hands to the strong muscles and force her nails hard.

Viktor could not wait for the thirsty touch of the body, he lifted the woman and sat with her on the huge sofa. Amia, sitting comfortably on his thighs, grabbed her rolled up dress and took it off her body.

The Russian, seeing bare and protruding nipples, could not resist and embraced one of them, for which the woman moaned and moved her hips, pressing against his penis, which caused great pressure in the man's pants.

Drago loved to play with her wonderful body. He couldn't understand how this beautiful creature could get in his way. He never felt so crazy when touching a woman's body. Amia delighted him, she was naturally beautiful - with her dark brown hair, with her black gaze and something he couldn't define. She had a drop of mystery combined with a hint of undiscovered love.

Green-eyed, encouraged by her sweet moans, wanted to touch and tenderly kiss her other breast - but Amia stopped him, embracing his face with her hands.  For a short moment she looked him straight in the eye, and seeing that they changed their intensity slightly, she kissed him violently. Their lips moved quickly and very passionately. None of them has ever experienced something so sharp, full of passion and passion. They both wanted to touch their bodies. They both wanted to satisfy each other. So was there something that could stop them? Not necessarily.

The air was filled with wild passion. Their primal instincts worked at greater speed, and pleasant warmth enveloped the hearts of lovers. Amia was much softer and more subtle to him than Drago was for her. She touched his body with the same admiration and adoration, but she did not act as quickly as a man. Kissing him and his strong arms, which she was wrapped tightly, gave her great joy.

She wanted to give him more, much more. More herself, more touch, more passion - and although it seemed impossible, the tenderness of her calm gestures towards the boxer exerted a pleasant feeling on him and a kind of attachment to the black-haired woman. Her wet lips moved to the man's neck, and her warm tongue studied the structure of his skin, which was just as perfect as on a muscular chest.

A faint murmur escaped his lips as his mistress bit his skin lightly. Drago closed his eyes for a moment, feeling such great pleasure. Never before, kisses affected him that much. So, what was in this beautiful goddess that he got hard to see her? Her delicate skin had a milky-cream hue, and the number of dark dots on her arms and breasts made Drago want to touch her again that evening, but now Amia took the initiative. She didn't stop touching the man's hard body for a moment, glided her lips over his rough skin, and ran her tongue over the hollows on his stomach.

Like magic she unbuttoned his pants. She wanted to be even closer to Viktor, and he didn't mind. He was delighted at how the woman looked at him with her black eyes and how sensually touched his skin. He lifted his hips, helping the woman slide off her pants, and she immediately pulled off his boxers. He eagerly indulged in the pleasure Amia gave him. She acted on him in some strange and unexplained way and wanted to lead him to the edge, see his reaction and it seemed that the boxer was unknowingly pushing his hips towards her.

When Viktor's pants and boxers disappeared from view, Amia put her hand around his penis, and he gasped in surprise. Amia already knew that she was not mistaken in saying that the big boy has everything big. When her lips touched Viktor's swollen penis, he shuddered at the intensity of that touch. Silent moans escaped his lips as the woman sucked hard on the hard cock. Drago had the feeling that he had never known something so intense before. The girl focused all her attention on making him pleasure and he liked it damn well.

The boxer felt that he couldn't bear more pleasure. The woman's mouth tightly embraced his penis and her hand stroked his testicles. Amia was delighted at how the man reacted to her tenderness. She wanted to give him more. She licked and sucked him until she felt him clench his hands tightly on her shoulders, and then a slight salty substance flooded her lips.

When Amia released his penis from the mouth, Viktor pulled her in such a way that her head was above his. He kissed her vehemently with the passion she had already gotten used to. He pressed her tightly against him, and the girl gasped softly into his mouth when she felt her stomach still hard penis. Drago smirked at the kiss and bit her delightful lips.

They couldn't wait for their bodies to stick together.

"Do you have condoms?" She asked, breaking their kisses. Amia was pretty drunk, but that didn't make her stop being responsible. After all, she didn't want to be a single mother. She looked at the man, and when he showed her the blue packaging, nothing prevented her from spending the rest of the Saturday night in his huge arms.

Amia took the condom from his hand and put it on the lover's penis. Drago immediately put her on the couch under him and rubbed her wet pussy with his fat dick.

"Don't tease me, damn you" she growled softly and pulled his head to kiss. She kissed him eagerly, as if someone could take her away from her. However, this was impossible. Drago wanted to kiss, caress and love her divine body. He wanted to hear her moaning, pleading and even begging him to give her even more himself. Her voice affected him as much as her body. He had the impression that she was created especially for him. And the way she bent her body under his touch was just confirmation.

"Do you want me?" He asked quietly, and the fierce smile on his face showed that Drago knew perfectly well how he acted on her and how much the woman wanted to feel him. He brushed her pulsating femininity again, and apparently it was enough for Amia to feel chills.

"Like damn" she murmured to his hot lips. A second later she felt him slip into her sharply. He wasn't gentle, definitely not - and Amia loved it so much. She wrapped the boxer's hips upside down and pulled his buttocks closer between her thighs. She didn't need much time to come second time. After all, the boxer was extremely good at what he did with her body. Drago, seeing in what state she was, tenderly embraced her body and kissed the girl's skin gently. He bit his earlobe slightly and moaned loudly as she dug her nails into his buttocks.

He liked her - full of lust and passion. He saw that she wasn't pretending anything. Every moan, every bite of the lips was uncontrollable. She was just perfect for him, and he had only known her for several hours.

Viktor entered her with strong thrusts, celebrating her beautiful body. His hands did not leave her body, and his lips wandered around the neck and neckline of the black-eyed. He wanted her to remember that night for a long time. He wanted that she would not let anyone else touch her. He wanted to be the only guy staying in her warm bed, but he knew he could do nothing. After all, it was only one Saturday night. One and only night, and then he would forget about those black eyes, beautiful eyes and wonderful body.

Amia felt that she would not be able to walk for the next week. The boxer moved quickly, violently with a wild passion and passion she had never had before. Her previous partners were not like him. Not so handsome, not so passionate and did not look at her as he did. She was always in serious relationships. She thought those guys loved her and she loved them. But was it true love if it ended quickly and never felt such desire towards them? Could she call that feeling at all? Since only with this man did she feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.  The way he looked at her and touched her made Amia get rid of all complexes.

Their hot breaths filled the room, and sweaty bodies couldn't tear themselves away. They both had no idea what was happening to them, but neither of them wanted to stop it. Amia screamed loudly as Drago moved harder and harder inside her. Strong and steady thrusts led them both to the edge. The dark-haired woman clung to his strong arm, as if she could fall at any moment, and Viktor looked adoringly at this woman and dreamed of nothing more than to bring her to the desired orgasm once again.

Well, he didn't have to wait long for his little dream to come true. After a while they both climbed to breathlessness. He froze, clenching his eyelids - and she shook under his powerful body and scratched him hard on the back. 

Then he kissed her hard and took her to a huge bed, in which they definitely did not intend to sleep.

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