Chubby Love~

2p russia x badass chubby reader

CW: if you aren't aware, 2p is 2nd persona which in this version I go by is their opposite so most things in this will be dark and heavy and arguably morbid with some spicy action so under 18 please look away and proceed with caution
смерть на тебе = Death is upon you
Мерси попрощалась= Mercy has said her goodbyes
ты мой, непорочный= You are mine, Undefileable....
мой осенний крокус= My Autumn crocus(It's a beautiful native Russian flower)
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"Hey RUSS-" a shiny blade flies through the air and barely misses your head "Man you suck at aiming" you sneered at Viktor, who twirled another blade in his hand "which finger (y/n)?" "Thir-" you then noticed that your hand was pinned to the wall by your third finger, you smirked as you then took the knife out of your hand as you licked the blood off the blade and walked over to him, stabbing the knife down and pinning his scarf down "would you rather the other nickname Dead winter?" His eyes narrowed into the most deadly glare you'd ever seen "I Don't know how do you feel knowing you're the people's pestilence?" You felt a twinge in your heart, that was a low blow, you knew your people were suffering and there was nothing you could do and that pissed you off to hear him mention such a huge catastrophe for your people "Viktor. No one would go that low, that's low even for you. You should be ashamed." Even to this day you carry the name of The Pestilence Bearer because your country faced the highest mortality rate than any of the bubonic plague in its prime, very little of your people survived it's devastation and it took much help to repopulate your country, with much needed help from Viktor, since then you've been indebted to him, which he never lets you forget, but today was too far, you had left the conference room and bumped into Allen who smirked at you "oh my sexy little Dollface" you want a bit pink, you had a thing for American accents and his made you melt, but you tried to not show that soft weakness of yours though part of you wonders if Allen knows, you shake yourself out of your thoughts and walk past him as usual ignoring his usual random flirty comment but today was different, he grabbed your upper arm and slammed you into the wall and pinned you to it as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in deeply before biting down into the crook of your neck, you let out a gasp of air as you arched your body into his out of reflex, you felt him smirk against your skin and felt his press his already stiff bulge against your thighs, your lips quivered as you tried to reach your back pocket your your fabled butterfly knife but you weren't able to reach it, now stuck in a losing battle of strength against Allen, you felt the reality sink in and felt helpless You felt him move a hand down as you squeezed your eyes shut preparing for the worst, you heard his zipper open and then, you heard "смерть на тебе" you peered an eye open and saw Allen shaking as he whispered out "..Dead winter.. " "Мерси попрощалась" Viktor quietly uttered as he lift his bat and swung into Allen's leg, shattering the bone, you watched as Allen crumpled to the ground and screamed in agony, causing a few Axis members to come to his aid, many of them glaring death threats to Viktor once you and Viktor were alone you sat wondering what he said, you knew Russian quite well but in the heat of the moment you had forgotten all russian you went to thank his but as soon as your mouth opened he roughly grabbed you and pulled you into his chest "ты мой, непорочный....мой осенний крокус" your heart fluttered a bit as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours and sealed your fate to be bound to him, forever indebted, now owing him all your love, a price you'll happily pay