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"In Which Vic Agrees to Something, But Only Because It's You" - A Short Snippet
🕑 Added 2022-03-17 21:51:20 +0000 UTCBased off the commission, "A small MC named Axel(they/them) doing pull-ups off M!Vic's arm."
“This is ridiculous,” Vic grumbles, then shoots you a glare when you bite his arm playfully. “Hey—watch the teeth.”
“You sometimes like my teeth.” You smirk, your smile only widening when Vic looks away—so easy. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
Vic shakes his head, his cheeks pink. “Just…let’s get this over with.”
He holds out his left arm, flexes slightly. You let your eyes run over his bicep, his shoulder, the ripple of muscle underneath his T-shirt making you smile. He’s so delightfully strong, and (despite what others might think) wonderfully patient…at least for you.
You grip his bicep in your hands, testing it. Seems stable enough, although you doubt Vic would actually let you fall. As your fingers graze over his skin, you don’t miss him shiver just so underneath your touch. You gaze into his eyes, and he looks back at you steady enough. Controlled.
Well, it’s not like he’s Dr. Grey. You know Vic’s control isn’t nearly as perfect.
With a grin on your face, you do your first pull-up. And then a second. And then a third. You know the two of you probably look ridiculous, but that’s why you’re not doing this in public, right? You’re sure if you pulled this stunt on Vic in the full view of actual people, he’d die.
You let go, and Vic rolls his eyes.
“Satisfied?” he says.
“Oh, absolutely.” You grin. “I might have to start including this in my workout routine.”
Vic scowls, and you swear you can see a vein in his temple flicker. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.” You pout. “Not consistent with your tough guy image—”
You yelp as Vic suddenly sweeps you off your feet and slings you over his shoulder. Dammit—he caught you off guard. Normally you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting a sound out of you…
You thump your fists against Vic’s back, of course to no effect. “Where are you taking me? Hey!”
Vic ignores you. Or, he does until he spanks you—hard.
“You don’t get to ask questions,” he says, and that growl is enough to make your heart speed up. “I’m the boss now.”
“Yes, chief.” You laugh, and then shriek when he spanks you again.
