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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 //

[freshstartbaby]

TERRIFY

Florian was waiting inside the restaurant. A sophisticated nice place, with dark decoration, brown vibrations and few neons lights. Youth’s Fountain was one of their favorite places with Grace.

The etablissement was neat, mature, delivered excellent wine, creative hookas and had a good DJ. The last information was essential for Grace, she could not settle in a place where the music was not giving.

Florian’s thighs was bumping into anticipation and he could not resist to check his silver watch every minute. She was late and he was sure she was doing it on purspose.

Grace was always on time, to her you were already late when you were on time. So if she was showing up late, she probably had an issue or she was doing it on purpose. The idea of something happening to her created a tiny stomachache to Florian, but he was sure it was not that. He knows how she act when she’s upset and why she was upset.

His long fingers let mist on the beer glass he just finished to eased his mind. Florian valued humbleness, even if he had a certain ego, he knew he messed up something in his friendship with Grace. And the worst in this situation was that it was entirely his fault, he wanted to make it right.

Once he decided to call Grace to reassure his self that she was alright, he saw her penetrated the place. He put down his phone on the table while his green eyes were glued to her.

Grace greeted the waitress and told her about the reservation removing her sunglasses. She was wearing her signature bright smile and followed the tall girl slowly. While the waitress was taking her to the table, people were definitely checking her out. Florian was used to that. The glow of her mocha skin always had this effect on people. Whenever hairstyle she was having, everything suits her, today was boho braids and Florian was already falling for it. She had an aura that made people shiver and Florian was definitely one of them.

He got up when she arrived at the table. Without a word one of Florian’s arms wrapped around Grace’s waist and hers gently grab his strong biceps. He was so glad she didn’t pushed him back. Not that she used to do so but he was just walking on eggshells. They looked at each others in silence sitting down.

« 28 look good on you G. » he said hyping her up before moving one of her braids and shaking her right shoulder slightly. His hands were already begging to have her.

Grace didn’t had the time to answer that a particular waiter came at the table addressing directly to her.

« I knew it. I knew that if this Big Boy was here, you wouldn’t be far away ! » he said pointing her with a teasing voice

« How you been Martin ? » she answered kindly. The waiter just nodded his head before continuing

« I love your outfit. » he cheesed referring to the olive dress she was wearing.

Florian licked quickly his lips before letting his arms fall on Grace shoulders, massaging the back base of her neck. A shiver traveled her spine before she finally thanked politely the waiter. Florian’s motion made him step back a little before he took the drink’s order. Florian let his fingers touch Grace’s neck while he watched the waiter go before he said with a little irritation in his voice

« The way he keep trying to flirt with you everytime we come here, it’s-«  Florian said letting the « s » sound between his lips looking for the right word

« It’s what ? » Grace said with a lifted eyebrow pushing the rest of her braids behind her shoulder

« Funny. »

« Funny ? » she repeated with her head falling to her left side

« Mhmh. »

« What is so funny about wanting to flirt with me ? » she said removing his hand from her body and locking her eyes with him.

Florian looked back at her for long seconds while his heart beat was increasing. He exhaled, look down and finally whispered in a low tone

« You know I what I me-« 

« I can’t ear you, speak up. »

« I said you know what I mean. » he said again more louder this time after a growl.

Grace stared at him having difficulties to say that simple sentence with a lot of deception. Why was it so hard for him ?

« How was your birthday ? » Florian asked breaking the silence.

« You weren’t there but it was pretty amazing. »

He smiled and kept digging. He knew Grace was going to act a bit bitter for a long time tonight and he couldn’t show anything less but resilience.

Few months ago Cloe came at Grace, publicly, during a party talking about how she didn’t believe in straight platonic friendship between man and woman and that it was just a matter of time before her boyfriend kind of dump Grace. Florian was so surprised that nothing came out of his mouth. Not a joke, not a argument, no nothing. The party became weird in a snap.

After that, too much time passed without any communication between them. Grace felt for the first time that Florian was not on her side. The feeling was not sitting right, not at all, but she didn’t want to pursue a relationship she had to fight for. Not like that. Relationship was supposed to be easy, lov- friendship was supposed to be easy. And since this situation, it’s not. Even if it will be hard, she just wanted to move foward. She had already experienced having to fight for being love back and she promised herself it will not happen again.

Florian did not had easy months either. All the arguments with Cloe, all the self doubt, all the burdened feelings. The situation was so wrong and he felt a lot of guilt. Not having news from Grace, specially during her birthday, which he knows was a very important moment for her, was not what he wanted. Even if Florian was overthinking for month, he only had the courage to contact her few days ago. Why ? He was freaking lost.

« I miss her. » Florian said slumped on the couch during a boys night. His friends looked at he him and started chuckling seeing him this miserable. « Just call her man. She will pick up, you know her. » Sandro said reassuring him. « She will not ! » Masias said knowing too much how Grace could get when Florian pissed her off. « Are we talking Cloe or ? » Dejan asked really not sure about the girl he was taking about. Masias and Sandro started chuckling again knowing their friend was in a complicated situation. Florian looked at them with a tiny smile and put his middle finger up « Fuck y’all. » he mumbled.

Dinner was alright. Not good, not bad, it was alright. Florian and Grace tried to catch up the last months, he was definitely asking all the questions but it wasn’t a big deal. He was really interested and earring her talk was a blessing after having no news. Grace’s answers were a bit short and straight to the point but she tried not to be on defensive. She didn’t want to be the bitter one, she really wanted to act cool.

It was harder than she thought. It was hard to be insensitive infront of him. The way his navy sweater was hugging his body, the shiny chain trap between his torso and the fabric, his hands always finding a way on her body, his eyes locking sight with her while blowing smoke from his hookah. Yeah it was hard keeping her composure and seeing him after all this time remind her why she was so mad. The amont of love she had for him was insane. Maybe too much ? It’s certainly was a waste. She wanted to be in a relationship with someone who really loved her, something when she wasn’t the second choice or the fantasy dream. And the way Florian act last time ? It wasn’t what she wanted. Their friendship had run out course.

« I’m get going. » Grace said after emptying her mint tea glass. She grabbed her purse looking for her credit card when Florian grabbed her forearm, frowned his eyebrow slightly before putting his card on the table. « Already ? » he asked touching his nose trying to look her in the eye, he felt like she was trying to shorten their time. She nodded slowly looking around the place, it was certainly the last time she will be there. She wasn’t a masochist.

« Look we didn’t have the time to talk about what happen. » Florian said looking Grace ready to get out his car. He had to insist more than five time to let him drive her home.

Grace remove her hand from the door slowly. « We had. » she said rubbing her right eye gently. « We had the time but we decided not to. Didn’t we ? » she said in a monotone voice finally looking at him. It was just above a whisper.

« You’re right, you’re right Gigi. »

« I am sorry Gigi. » that’s how he began. It was a good start, really. He tried his best patching things up, being honest, explaining how much she meant to him but also how much he didn’t want to risk their friendship over a relationship he didn’t knew if it was worthy enough.

After that he continued, trying to put the right words on what he was feeling, but Grace wasn’t listening anymore. « I got feeling but I don’t know if it will work or if it worth it. » she eared again and again. So she wasn’t worthy enough for him.

« Look Florian-«  Grace said cutting him off, she had ear enough. « Thank you for your apologies, I, I » she said losting the track of her thoughts. She wanted to be out of this car, quickly. « I appreciate them and accept them, but let’s just not go this way. We should you know, you do you with Cloe and we stay in touch in a friend way-« 

« Wait what ? » he said trying to keep up with what she was saying « Gigi talk to me, I don’t even know what you’re thinking, you been on mute-« 

« Because you didn’t even ask ! Like did you even care ? You were the one on mute when she came at me ! »

« Of course I care I was just surprised, what was I supposed to do, talk to her infront of everyone ? You know I couldn’t do that. It’s not because I didn’t do it infront of you that it did not happen ! You can’t be mad at me for that »

« Why are we having this conversation ? »

« What-« 

« Why. Are we. Having this conversation ? »

« Because I want to make things right ! »

« No we’re having this conversation because you want to feel better ! »

« Gigi » he whispered letting his head fall on the headrest « I just don’t want to lose you. »

Rain drops started falling on the car. The silence in the vehicle made the sound more loud. Grace looked at the window and finally find a way out

« I don’t want to lose you either. But I want a friend who can have my back 100% or a boyfriend that don’t have any doubt of my worth. » Florian head snaped quickly at the word « boyfriend «  not really sure of what’s Grace said.

« I know your wor-« he said in a quick motion

« Flo, take care. » she said ending the conversation putting her left hand on his.

Florian watched her leaving the car, still lost in his feeling and having the strong will not to give up on anything, specially not on Grace.

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Helloooo guys, it was funny writing my first ask ! I was afraid that there were too much similarities with Same Hearts, different places but i think it turn out pretty well (?)

[a-libra-writes]

⚖️🌟Libra’s Lackadaisy Masterlist🌟⚖️

Please check here if requests are open and what the rules are.

Under the Devil's Moon - Interactive Fanfiction, customizable MC, 25k+ words. On Chapter 1. Rocky, Mordecai, Zib and 4 OCs as Love Interests, more to come. WIP.

♣️Multiple Characters♣️

Getting a Laugh Out of You (M)

Lanky Tall Scrungly Boy (M)

Taking a Bullet For Them

Jealousy

Poly HCs - Zib & Mitzi

♣️Character-Specific♣️

Rocky Rickaby: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Dating a Widow (F), Dating Asa's Daughter

Mordecai Heller: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Male Partner HCs, Sharing a Bed, Widow HCs, Working w/ Marigold

Viktor Vasko: Married Life HCs (F), Romantic HCs (F)

Nicodeme Savoy: Dating a Widow (F), Romantic HCs

Serafine Savoy: Dating HCs

Sedgewick Sable: Crushing on His Assistant

Wes Clyde: Romantic HCs, Dating a Mob Boss' Daughter

Dominic Drago: Romantic HCs

Atlas May: Romantic HCs (F)

Zib Zibowski: Affectionate Partner

Asa Sweet: Dating an Older Savoy Sister

[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?”

[stargirlfics]

How do you think cuddling with Viktor Drago feels like? 🥺

Like being in the most protective and safe and warm bubble 🥺 he’s truly such a gentle giant, very intimidating on the outside but you know him better than anyone like he’d do anything to keep you safe and happy and can comfort you like no other, he’d always want to cuddle with you and have you in his arms, it doesn’t feel right when you aren’t. He’s strong and just huge overall and you can curl up next to him and bury your face in his chest or his huge ass biceps and relax and know you’re taken care of 🥺

[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.

---

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.

[billyspotato]

I feel really bad for every single person in this world that has never fallen in love with a villain

Like... Come on:

(And so many more... Like girl... How can you not just fall in love, wtf?) - I wanted to put more girls in here but Tumblr didn’t let me 🙃

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

What We Have (4)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: Smut

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

Word Count: 2,206

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

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

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

"Hey," you said awkwardly.

"What's up?" He greeted.

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

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

"Really, Adonis?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Viktor kissed your forehead and held on to your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wow, you look a mess."

"D!" Bianca pinched him.

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

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

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

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

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

"Why me?" He scrunched up his face.

"Mommy..."

"Adonis," she gave him that look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both laughed as they headed back to the room.

"How do I look?" You asked Adonis.

"Terrible." He told you without hesitation.

"Donnie," you whined.

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

"Me too," you inhaled and exhaled.

"You ready?" He held his arm up.

"Ready," you grabbed on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They're gonna miss me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After 15 minutes, he was knocking on the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing. You look beautiful. Perfect.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt him growing hard inside of you. 

"So soon?" You questioned. 

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

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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.

Let me know, what you think ♥

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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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Home pt. 2

Viktor Drago x Cyra (Black OFC)

Cyra (Ky-Ra) -Sun or throne

Kazimir (Kah-Zee-Meer) - Bringer or Announcer of peace

Viktor Drago is married to the love of his life, they have a 5 year old son. He is willing to do anything to keep them safe.

Warning: Kidnapping, abuse, mentions of child abuse

Viktor had just got home when he got the call and could tell right away that something was wrong. His wife's cheery voice was hushed and sounded panic, like that one time Kazi got lost in the mall. And then the coded message about meeting her halfway let him know, she was in danger. 

He listened as she walked to the car, Kazi pointing out various trucks. He held his breath when he heard the voice ask for her phone, he knew right away it was not a robbery, he knew from the accent that it wasn't. 

He uprooted his whole life to never hear that voice again. He moved around from the Ukraine, all the way to America to not hear that voice again. And now that voice had his wife and child.

The man sat in the backseat with Kazi. Kazi was in his car seat, finally starting to settle down. The guy had told Viktor that he would call me back later, and to not call the police. Viktor had said okay, then told her he loved them.It was enough to make her cry, which upset Kazi. Cyra had bribed him with ice cream when they got home if he sat back and chilled out. 

The guy had given her strict instructions, strap Kazi in, get behind the wheel and follow his directions. Any small deviation from that would result in harm against her son. So Cyra listened, following the directions he had memorized. 

The streets changed from the inner city to suburbs, she tried to pay attention to the signs, the location. Kazi fell asleep in his car seat, the man gently stroking his hair. 

“Your son is adorable, he truly got the best of you and Viktor. You know I always wondered how and why Viktor Drago, the man so big on heritage got with a black woman, just seems like he would be with a Ukrainian you know?”

Cyra didn't answer, used to the question. The famous boxer Viktor Drago, after his fights against Creed he was flug into stardom, Cyra had been studying abroad when she met him, they dated, she fell in love, he fell harder. But she had to come back home at some point. Now they lived here, he had a new trainer, new management, a new chance at life. She loved her husband, even though all their tough spots stayed together. 

“You see that dark blue house at the end of the lane, turn into the driveway, cut the car off  and wait.”

He picked up his phone, and made a call, speaking in Ukraine, or was it Russian, even now she got them mixed up. She did as she was told, turning into the driving way, turning the car off and waiting. 

The door to the home opened and out walked a lady and two men. One of the men opened her door and pulled her out, the lady opened the back door and unstraped Kazi. Cyra kept her eyes trained on the woman, Kazi stirred a little before settling into sleep again. 

They all followed the leader into the home, it was sparsely furnished, you could tell it was hastily done. 

He led them to a room that held one full size bed and that it. The mattress was on the floor, the window boarded up, no sun in or no looking out. The woman laid Kazi on the bed, leaving her alone with the guy. 

Cyra was given her phone and instructed to call her husband. He answered quickly, waiting to see who had answered.

 “Babe its me.” 

“Are you okay, Is Kazi okay?”

“Yes.” she didn't know what to say, they were fine but this was not fine. She should be at home right now, making dinner for her boys, while Kazi tells her about his day at school and Viktor asking him questions about dinosaurs. 

“Now that you know your wife and child are fine, I need you to take this seriously okay. I will call you tomorrow so we can talk about what I want. The only person you may call is Ivan. I get an updated call log from you so I know exactly who you call and how long you are on that call. I know Ivan's only number is 312-345-8778. That is the ONLY number you call, call it until he picks up. He needs to be in America in 72 hours. Goodbye Viktor.”

The guy hung up before Viktor could say anything. 

“I will keep it simple with you sweetheart, you try anything funny, escaping, calling for help, trying to manipulate anyone, I will kill your son or have him on the black market for some sick pedo to buy. I will feed you and provide you with the basic amenities, food, water, baths. If everything goes right, you will be out of here just fine. If not, I will make sure you watch your son die in the most horrific way. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

The guy walked over to the door, opening it, he was half out before he stopped, “By the way, my name is Andriy.”

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Vikor paced the living room as he made the call. He hasn't spoken to Ivan since Kazi's birthday, almost 5 months ago. He and his father did not talk unless it was about Kazi. When he dropped his father as a trainer and manager their already shitty and fragile broke. Ivan would never admit he used his son as a pawn in his own life dramas, and Viktor was not going to make the first move. If it was anything he learned from the therapy that Cyra started him on was you couldn't repair relationships without acknowledging that it was broken. 

Viktor called back to back, the only thing the old man could be doing right now was drinking or already passed out. 

After about 20 minutes of calling non stop, he finally picked up. 

“Damn boy, What the hell is your problem. Is Kazi alright?”

“No dad, I need you to come here, I'll get you a ticket, Andriy has my wife and child.”

“Are you sure?”

“I spoke to him myself.”

“Put me on the next flight out.”

Viktor knew he wasn't going to sleep, so he did what he did best, he worked out. His home gym didn't compare to the one he owned downtown where he did most of his training. Moving to the american market had been a blessing to him. It was more glamorous than the nitty gritty fights he did back home, there was real money to be made with the right manager, and his manager was good. He had done 5 fights since he got here, winning them all, his winnings had made him comfortable and he opened a gym, bought his family a home. 

Viktor kept the light off in the gym, it was something Cyra hated, because he might hurt himself. He made it to the treadmill, setting a punishing pace, he ran and grunted, setting an incline. 

After 30 minutes he hit the stop bottom, chest heaving, he dropped down to the ground, crying for his wife and child. 

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Imagine taking care of sick!Viktor 🥺 He doesn't want you to worry about him and you're extra gentle with him 🥺 PS I really love your Viktor fics and hcs <3 It's a shame that not too many people write for him :(

Ok yes 🥺 he’d probably try and play it off and tell you he’s fine, he’s had to take care of himself on his own before like this and doesn’t want you to worry or to feel responsible for him but of course that just won’t fly

After some coaxing you get him to just lay down and rest, you make him some soup and sit with him and you eat together under a warm blanket, he’s quiet for awhile, just processing being taken care of, how gentle you are, how you tell him his rest and health is important 🥺

He falls even more in love with you, for the first time he has someone who genuinely cares and wants him to feel good and as he looks at you over in the kitchen making the soup or figuring out which medicine to give him, he just knows in his heart he doesn’t ever wanna let you go

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Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago...

So I wrote this because @lady-olive-oil was insistant on killing people off, lol. Love you Liv!

I also kind of forgot I wrote this so there was more I wanted to write but I forgot those parts.

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You weren't meant to give birth so early. But here you were sitting in a nice relaxing bath, Lily on the bathroom floor drawing more pictures for Viktor while you soaked. If you were honest the contractions had started early in the morning, but they varied between 4hrs and 3 minutes apart. So you had ignored them. But now it was 2 in the afternoon you were pretty sure you were having contractions - the proper ones.

"Lily baby, can you pass mommy here phone please" her little head popped up beside the bath with a big smile. "Are you going to ring daddy? Can I talk to him?" she asked as she disappeared out of the bathroom.

Viktor should have been the one you were going to call but he wasn't.

"I'm going to call Aunt Jenny" you smile kissing her forehead in thanks letting her get back to her drawing. "I'll make Aunt Jenny a picture too" she states, paper rustling about. You pressed the call button next to Jenny's picture (a picture of her and lily at the beach) and waited for her to answer.

"Thank god you called. I'm so tired, I'm literally falling asleep at my desk… What's new?" she sang.

"Code Red" you whispered down the phone.

"Huh?" you can hear the frowns of confusion on Jenny's face. "Oh, Lily, I can go get her from preschool" you could here her moving around more on her end.

"No, Lily's here with me-"

"Hi Aunt Jenny!" Lily called from the floor, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.

"Oh" Jenny was frowning again.

"The other code red, the new one. The second one" you watched Lily for a reaction but she was absorbed back into her drawing.

"Shit" Jenny shouted.

"Shit, shit, shit! SHIT! Are you sure? It's not those fake ones, those pickle hiccup contraction things" she panicked, you could hear things being knocked around and a draw open and then slam closed.

"You mean Braxton Hicks, and no"

"You're not due for like another 2 months, I'm looking at my calendar. It says on my calender" you could hear her voice go up an octave in panic. You were pretty sure she was also poking the calender too.

Jenny was down as your second birthing partner, after Viktor of course. But since Viktor was away for a fight that was still wasn't due for another 6 weeks, Jenny had happily (and in a drunken state) assured Viktor she'd be your number two should anything happen. But it would be fine because nothing would happen because you still had two months to go.

"I know, I know...Can you maybe come anyway, and maybe it'll be fine by the time you get here"

"Of course, I'm leaving now" she hung up quickly.

"Will Auntie Jenny bring me jellies" Lily asked, pencils poised in her hand.

"Maybe" you laugh, glad she oblivious to what's happening.

By the time Jenny arrived you were out of the bath and sitting in the living room on your yoga ball wondering if you should call Viktor or not.

He'd flown back to the states to fight again, and really concentrate on getting ready as this opponent was almost equal in size to Viktor. You knew if you called him he'd freak out and even fly back (or walk if he had to).

"(Y/n)!!!" Jenny practically screamed, slamming the door closed. You could hear her but not see her. Lily sprinted off to find her Aunt, and reappeared on Jenny's hip.

"Are they for real?" she asked looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I think so, they've just got worse"

"Auntie bought me jellies!" Lily waved the box and then wriggled out of Jenny's arms and ran off. At least she was occupied.

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“Is it okay to make a call?" you asked in the back of the ambulance. The female paramedic nodded as she carried on writing things down.

Jenny was following in her car with Lily and your hospital bags.

You pressed the call button and held the phone against your ear. There was a series of tial tones, including the international one.

"Hello" it was a quick, short answer.

"Ivan, it's y/n" slight relief washed over you hearing his voice.

"Hello. You want to speak to Viktor?"

"No, no, no, no, no" there were too many no's for Ivan's liking - he felt worried but the fact you weren't crying and he could understand you made him worry a tiny bit less.

Ivan said something in Russian but you couldn't hear, it was muffled, like he had his hand over the mouthpiece. There was the sound of a metal door slamming closed and then silence.

"What's wrong?"

"The baby, its early" there was a long pause from both of you - you both didn't know what to say.

"I'll get Viktor"

"No don't...I mean I know he needs to know, but not right now. You know he'll get on the first plane back, won't think twice about the fight. I can't let him do that." Ivan said nothing but also agreed. But he also wanted to tell his son. Congratulate him, tell everyone in the training room - he had another grandchild.

"I'll let him know it was all my idea not to tell him, just try and act like everything's normal. Please?“

“Are you okay? Are you at the hospital?" the concern in Ivan's voice broke you and you started to cry.

"I'm fine. I'm on my way in an ambulance"

"Are you on your own?" he sound panicked. "Where's Lily?"

"She's following in a car with Jenny" Ivan remembered Jenny from when she came to the beach that day. Ivan was struck by how caring Jenny was with Lily - making sure she ate and drank enough while still having fun.

"She must call me" you nodded even tho Ivan couldn't see you.

"Here" the paramedic handed you a tissue to dry your eyes. "Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay"

***

Olivia May Drago, born 2 months early but otherwise healthy.

Jenny had called Ivan to let him know everything was okay - you were okay, Lily was okay (but probably had new found profession as some sort of Antinal Nurse specialising in premature babies) and that Viktor's new baby girl was okay too. It was only when Jenny came back into the room, an hour later did you realise she had been talking to Ivan for an hour. "He's so funny, Ivan" she said with a smile on her face. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at her as she peered into the neonatal cot to look at Olivia. "Did you just say Ivan's funny?“ you asked, maybe the drugs were making you hear things." Yeah, the jokes he cracks. But otherwise he says he's glad everyone's okay. I said I'll call him tomorrow"

"You should go, it's late" Lily had crashed out on the bed in the room reserved for partners to sleep on.

"No way, do you know how hard it was to get this parental leave. HR officially hate me, so I'm going to use every moment to stare at this beautiful girl" she cooed, picking up Olivia from her cot.

Lily had been born 4 weeks early, so Jenny had fought tooth and nail to have the right to use shared parental leave to help you look after Lily and the baby assuming Olivia would be born early too, despite not actually being a parent to either. She had initially demanded full maternity leave, but had settled for 3 and a half weeks "shared parental" leave. "That's what they get for not having a watertight policy" she'd smugly smiled sipping non alcoholic wine with you when she told you when you met her for lunch just after Viktor left to prepare for the fight.

You were trying not to cry but the harder you did, the quicker your eyes filled up with tears. So when you blinked they came streaming down your face. "Hey, don't you start crying because I'm gonna start crying again" Jenny moved to perch on the edge of your bed still holding Olivia.

"I know you feel bad, but don't. Everything is okay, you're okay, baby's okay. Lily's okay. I'm okay" the last part made you laugh and you brushed the tears away.

"But we need to make sure Viktor's okay, and that means not telling him just yet because we app know what will happen. I'll just keep taking a million photos and videos so he has stuff to watch. Here, hold her" Jenny passed you Olivia and grabbed her phone to take pictures.

"Do I look a mess?" you asked, aware that not only had you given birth 6 hours ago but you had also cried one too many times. "Actually, you look so good. Which makes me slightly hate you" she placed her phone down and then made grabbing hands at Olivia. "My ovaries hurt when I don't hold her" she blushed.

***

You where now sat in the hotel suite that had been reserved for Viktor. Lily was laying on the floor - half on top of the fluffy rug, half off - drawing more pictures for Viktor. You were sure she was on over 100 at this point, but it kept her occupied, you enjoyed listening to her stories behind them and writing them on the back of the picture for Viktor to read later.

She was currently drawing the picture of him winning his current fight - the one that was meant to start in 45 minutes.

You were sat on the overly large sofa breastfeeding Olivia, after having to shout at Buddy Marcella and the entourage he brought for you to leave. He'd brought a nanny with him - just in case you wanted to leave Lily and Olivia to go watch the fight. He was driving you crazy more than usual.

You didn't need help, you just needed space and for not a single soul to mention to Viktor that he had an earlier than expected baby girl he'd never seen. You'd also spoken to Ivan at length who had been extra hard and stubborn on your behalf making sure everything and everyone would be perfect.

***

Just as the fight started Olivia woke up with a cry. You half didn't mind as she'd been asleep for a long time, as if she was waiting for the perfect moment to announce her presence in the world. She was very quiet for a newborn.

You noticed that Viktor seemed to be fighting differently, quicker, even harder, like he just wanted it to be over.

But that wasn't surprising. When Viktor had agreed to the fight, there were a few additional requirements that Buddy had added in. Endorsements and a whole bunch of extra PR stuff, including promo stuff with Adonis Creed.

"Hey!" you called to Buddy. He turned around with that stupid grin on his face. "Just remembered my husband's a person and not just your cash cow" he'd then proceeded to try and butter you up but it didn't work.

***

As the ring filled with people from either team and the official referee to call the match you spotted Buddy climbing into the ring. You held your breath as you watched him whisper something to Viktor. Ivan appeared and pushed Buddy away, but you could see Viktor was getting impatient and just wanted the result said. You watched Ivan place his hands on Viktor's shoulders and he calmed down a little. The referee appeared and the camera angle zoomed back showing Viktor and his opponent standing either side of the referee.

You didn't let your breathe go until the referee held up Viktor's arms and the crowd cheered. Lily jumped up dancing around with her picture in her hand. "Told you daddy won" she wiggled her hips side to side and threw the picture in the air along with her crayons.

***

Now you felt sick. Sheer panic and you tried to organise your thoughts and your words to explain to Viktor that you were sorry for not telling him that Olivia had come early, that you cried after every phone call with him because you wanted to just tell him. But you were glad that you didn't, that there were no distractions.

"Lily, come here please" you call, her silence not always a good thing. She skips from the bedroom, her face covered in melted chocolate. Then she stop rigid, eyes wide. "Daddy!“ she screams, sprinting past you. You turn, this isn't how you wanted him to find out. "Grandpa!“ Lily screeches, almost another octave higher. She doges Viktor and throws herself at Ivan.

Viktor doesn't seem to mind that Lily skipped him. He's staring at you or Olivia, or both of you as you rock Olivia in your arms. She's quiet now, as if nothing happened. He drops his bag and slowly walks closer to you. When he reaches you, he pulls you against him, his lips rest on forehead which makes you cry.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry you had to do this on your own" Viktor tenderly hugs you, careful not to squash Olivia.

You pull away to wipe your face with one hand, surprised at how relaxed Viktor is. "My dad told me. I made him when I saw he had a lot of calls from Jenny, I thought something was wrong" you looked to Ivan, but he was busy cleaning the chocolate from Lily's face.

***

Everything was calmer. Everything was fine. Viktor sat holding Olivia, with Lily on his lap. They talk in hushed tones over a sleeping Olivia. Both falling quiet every so often to stare at the peaceful baby.

Viktor was stunned by how beautiful his second baby girl was. Her tiny nose, her tiny mouth, her ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Lily's mind was slightly blown by Viktor telling her she was once this small, even he was too.

Together they couldn’t stop looking at Olivia. Every now and then Lily gently kissed her sister - telling Viktor all the things she planned to teach her little sister - coloring within the lines, eating jellies that Aunt Jenny brings etc, eating all the chocolate you could find in a hotel suite.

By the time Ivan got back with food for everyone, it was his turn to fuss over his new grandchild. "World's happiest grandfather" Ivan announced taking Olivia from Viktor. He sat down on the couch with Olivia while you pulled out your phone to show Viktor the million photos you'd taken while he was away.

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What We Have (3)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: None for this chapter.

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

Word Count: 2,505

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You'd been visiting your brother every day while he was in the hospital. You were standing beside Rocky when he yelled at him. That made you even more nervous about him finding out about the kiss and now the toe curling, mind blowing sex.

When he was discharged, he and Bianca decided to stay with you and your mom since he needed a little help and she was getting far along into the pregnancy.

As the weeks went by and he was getting better. The tension started to ease around the house just a bit. You were in the kitchen talking to your mother when he stormed in.

"Aye, what's this?!" He tossed his phone in front of you.

You stared down at the screen and up at him.

"Shit, umm, I..." You stuttered and looked at your mother.

"This ain't cool. This man tried to take my life!"

"That was before the fight," you said as if that were any better.

"This ain't cool."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for all that! But you wouldn't understand, because it wasn't your father that was killed!" He yelled and snatched the phone up.

"Hey! Woah, alright now!" Your mother interjected.

"Really, Adonis? You gonna throw the little adopted baby story in my face?" Your eyes filled with tears.

"I will not have that, sit down," your mom directed him.

"Nah, I'm good," he said before trying to leave the room.

"I said sit down and I will not be saying it again." She waited for him to have a seat.

Adonis may have been a six foot tall heavyweight boxing champion, but when Mary Anne Creed went into mama bear mode, everyone listened. Including him.

"Now, I will not have my children going at one another like this. We will sit here and we will work it out. Adonis, don't you ever, and I do mean ever, again throw her adoption in her face. She is just as much mine and Apollo’s daughter as you are my son." She silently reminded him that she’d actually adopted him.

"Look, I ain't mean it like that, aight?" He said to you.

"I know what I've done is wrong, but it's done. At this point, all I can do is —" you stopped mid sentence and jumped from your seat.

You raced to the trash can and threw up.

"Yo, you good?!" He ran over to you. "I didn't mean to upset you so much. I just got mad and I shouldn't have said that."

"I'm good, I'm cool," you said as you wiped your mouth with the napkin your mother handed you.

"Here, sip this, it should settle your stomach," she handed you a glass of salt water.

You took one small sip and then another. Your family stood by and watched as you gulped down the entire glass.

"Oh my goodness, I really needed that. Thanks, mommy." You set the glass on the counter top.

"Ugh, okay, I'm out." Adonis said and left.

Your mother looked at you oddly.

"Are you pregnant?" She inquired.

"What? No!" You said.

"Haven't heard you complaining about cramps lately."

"Well, that's because my period isn't due for another... like..." You counted your fingers.

Once you realized that your math wasn't adding up you pulled out your phone and looked through your calendar.

"Shit!" You ran away to your room, but you knew you'd only bought the one test that day.

"What's going on?" Bianca walked in and asked.

"I did something so stupid. So very very stupid," you covered your face.

"Again?"

"Hey!"

"I am far too pregnant to pretend... Oh," she grabbed her stomach.

"What's wrong? Are you —" you looked at the growing wet spot on her pants. "Mommaaa!" You yelled.

You stared at the results in your hands.

"Are you sure?" You questioned the nurse. "I can pee again just to make sure."

"We've tested you twice Ms. Creed, the results are accurate," she assured.

While your brother was a few doors down bringing his baby girl into the world, you were finding out that you weren't too far behind with your own.

What were you gonna do with a baby? A baby by Viktor Drago of all the people in the world. You thanked the nurse, folded the papers up as small as possible and headed back down the hall.

"Uncle Rocky!" You threw your arms around his shoulders.

"Hey, where you been?" He asked.

"Oh, um, I just needed to take a walk. All the excitement was getting to me." You straight up lied to his face.

"Everything okay?" Your mother asked. She knew where you'd gone.

"Yes, all good," you lied to her too.

The doctor walked out to give you all an update and invite you inside of the room. Baby Amara had been delivered safely.

You sighed with relief. Saved just in time before she could question you.

You saw Viktor challenging Adonis on TV again. Saying if he didn't agree to a rematch then he wasn't a real champion. That clip originally aired a week ago. You rubbed your stomach. Three months had passed and you were finally getting a little pooch. Pretty soon, you wouldn't be able to hide this.

You smiled down at your niece. She was such a happy baby. You talked to her even knowing that she couldn't hear you. You held her close, so that she'd learn the vibrations of your voice. She always smiled back.

"That's a good look on you," Adonis said from behind you.

You laid the baby on her play mat and waved him over to sit. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You're gonna fight him again aren't you?" You sighed.

"Yeah, I talked to B and unc is gonna train me this time." He confirmed.

"I have to tell you something," you felt the tears stinging your eyes. You weren't exactly sure how he'd react, but judging by the last time, you knew it wouldn't be good.

"What's up?"

You unzipped the light jacket you were wearing and stood up. His face dropped.

"Tell me it's not his," he rubbed his hands over his face.

"It is and I'm keeping my baby," you let him know before he could ask.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!" He punched the wall.

"Donnie—"

"No! I don't want to hear that shit. He used you to get under my skin and laugh in my face and you fell right into his trap!"

"What if everything isn't about you, Adonis? Have you ever thought about that? What we had was real, even if it was just for a moment."

"You really think he gives a damn about you?" He yelled.

The tears you'd been holding dropped. You didn't know if your feelings were actually hurt or if it was hormones, but his words hit hard. Of course you'd thought about that, but it's not something you wanted to believe.

You couldn't argue with him. You were far more upset than you needed to be. You kissed your niece and turned to leave.

"Don't think I'ma go easy on him either. Not after what he did to me." He huffed.

You kept going as he spoke to your back. You should've said something. Anything. Because you didn't know when the next time would be when you spoke to your brother.

You walked into the arena and went straight to your seat. You hadn't spoken to Adonis since you left his apartment that day. It had been almost two months.

"Did you go wish your brother luck?" Your mother asked.

"No, I didn't want to upset him and throw him off his game." You said.

"Mm, and how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, nervous, but okay." You tugged at the hem of the oversized hoodie dress you'd worn. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep your secret. Pretty soon you'd have to go ghost so nobody would ask you questions.

The lights dimmed and Viktor walked out. He had more than just Ivan by his side this time around. You snorted. They were riding his coattails, every single one of them.

He looked over at you briefly and then turned his attention to the other side of the ring. That's when you saw her. Ludmilla, his mother, sitting proudly on the sidelines. You willed yourself not to go over there and kick her square in the chest.

The lights dimmed again pulling you from your thoughts. Bianca started singing and Adonis and his crew walked out behind her. You cheered them on.

She walked past the ring and stood next to you and your mother. She gave your growing belly a discreet little rub as you watched Adonis climb in.

You sat down and took a deep breath when they touched gloves. This was it. The moment you'd been dreading since you woke up this morning. You knew one of them would come out of this hurt. It was inevitable.

When the fight started Viktor went in heavy.  You jumped back to your feet with the rest of the crowd. Adonis took some hits and avoided some. Your heart skipped a beat with every jab.

Adonis hits him with a quick combo and you cheered him on.

"That's it, D! Stay focused!" You yelled.

The two kept going after one another round after round. Split eyes, bloody noses. It seemed to be never ending.

Once round 4 was closing, you saw Viktor hold on to him and punch him twice in the ribs.

"What the fuck?!" You tried to get over to the other side, but security held on to you.

"How did you not see that?!" You yelled at the ref. "What the fuck is wrong with you Viktor?!"

He turned his back to you. You pushed the guard off of you and turned back to your family. The fight needed to be stopped, but you knew once again that Adonis wouldn't allow it.

You saw Viktor look over at Ludmilla just before the bell. The two men went in swinging once again. You could see Viktor going for Adonis' ribs again. He hit him and your brother dropped again.

"Get up, Adonis! You got this, brother, get up!!" You screamed.

You sighed with relief once he was back on his feet. He went at Viktor like a mad man. He dropped him, but Viktor got back up. He dropped him a second time and then you saw it. She was leaving.

Once again, his mother was walking out on him. He looked over while he was still down and saw the empty seats while he was pulling himself up. He went back in for more.

Adonis wasn't backing off. Hit after hit until he backed him into a corner. Viktor wouldn't stop. He was refusing to give up. Your heart dropped. Before you knew it, you were screaming at Ivan.

"Stop this, Ivan! He's gonna kill him, please!" You pleaded.

He finally threw in the towel. You were sad for Viktor, but you were happy for your brother. You, your mother and Bianca ran to Adonis to be at his side. You could see Viktor breaking down in the corner.

For the first time since you'd known them Ivan hugged his son. The Dragos left the ring, but you stayed put and kept your emotions in check as best you could.

"Aye, go check on your boy." Adonis said to you.

"No, Donnie, that'll look bad for you, I'll do it later," you declined.

"He needs you," his voice softened, "all of you."

You ran away to the locker rooms. You pushed past all of the reporters waiting for him to come out and banged on the door. Ivan pulled it open and stood in front of you as if he wasn't going to let you pass. The reporters shouted out questions as the two of you stood in a stare down.

Fed up, you squeezed past him. Now was not the time for him to act like a fool. You found Viktor sitting in a corner with his head hanging low. You stood beside him.

"Get out, you shouldn't be here," he said.

You could hear his soft sobs. You reached out to touch him, but pulled your hand back.

"You put up a good fight, Viktor... Even though you held on to him to crack his ribs again." You said to him. You wouldn't be you had you not mentioned it.

"I know," he exhaled.

You wanted to scream at him, but you couldn't kick him while he was down. So you lifted his chin up, so he'd look at you. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip was split and you could see traces of dried blood on his nose.

He gently pushed your hand away.

"She left me again," his voice was low. "She was ashamed of me and I would rather have died than fail."

"Oh, Viktor, baby..."

"You should go. Leave me like she did, because I don't deserve you."

"Sweetheart, I'll never leave you," you grabbed his hands and pressed them to your growing bump. "We will never leave you."

It took him a moment to understand what you were saying, but his eyes glittered with tears again once the realization set in.

"You're..." He started.

"Mmm hmm," you nodded.

"And we made this?"

"We did."

He placed kisses all over your belly.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.

"It was hard considering everything that was going on. I should have, but I didn't really know how." You admitted.

He couldn't take his hands off of you. He was already in love.

"Is it boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet. I figured we could find out what they are together."

"They?" He looked at you in shock.

You were so excited when you found out you were having twins, but you weren't exactly sure how he'd react to the news. First of you being pregnant and then the fact that you were having twins.

He stood and hugged you tight. He was happy. He silently promised to always be there for you and his kids.

Ivan cleared his throat. You'd forgotten that he was even in the room. Viktor stood in front of you like a shield as his father made his way over to you.

The older man stopped in his tracks when he realized what his son was doing. He understood why his first instinct would be to protect you, but he loved his son, so he'd never hurt you.

"Pozdravlyayu, congratulations" he hugged him and then gave you a nod.

"Wait, Ivan, was that a smile??" You asked.

He couldn't keep the grin off of his face. He was genuinely happy for his son. He'd have a family. Something that he always wanted. And after seeing his ex wife walk away from them again, he thinks it's time for him to move on as well.

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