#Kraven : The Hunter

[fredhechingerdaily]

Fred Hechinger as Dmitri Kravinoff Kraven The Hunter (2024) // dir. J.C. Chandor

[caribbean1989]

Aaron Taylor Johnson as Sergei Kravinoff in Kraven the Hunter (2024)

My GIF masterlist

[buckypascal]

We are hunters... The greatest the world has ever known.

[happilyeveraftereveryday]

Went and saw this with three expectations:

1. Terrible plot

2. Fun fight scenes

3. All the Man Candy

It delivered! With bonus badass Arianna De Bose! Had tons of fun 😁

Kraven The Hunter (2023) dir. J. C. Chandor

[vyoongi]

DMITRI SMERDYAKOV

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

BAFTA are on crack because what do you mean Fred had FIVE films come out in the last year AND multiple publications have put him on their Rising Stars list, yet he’s not considered a Rising Star?!?

It’s okay though because he’s still the rising star of the Gladiator II cast and of our hearts!

[c0s-lettuce]

Not sure if this will make sense

But can you do when were Sergei first love comes back. Either he runs into her when he’s out hunting someone and it ends up being her father

a/n: hi nonnie, thanks for the request! i decided to write this in more of a blurb style, hope that's okay!

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it's hard to forget first love, let alone one that was so strong. sergei was young when he met her, but he knew immediately. this was no passing fancy. that's why he ended it. it was his last act of control before he fell in too deep.

his new life was lonely, but he accepted it. he told himself he was sparing her from future heartbreak. it was for the best. he wasn't made for love, at least not anymore.

he would think about her less and less over the years. not necessarily because he stopped caring, but because he just didn't have the time.

but sometimes he couldn't help it. he'd hear a song that she used to like, or he'd walk past someone who resembled her. or sometimes, during sleepiness nights, he'd think of her completely unprompted.

work was a good distraction. sergei was following a rather long trail of people when he came across his next target. but the name gave him pause. he stared at the surname. her surname.

but the first name belonged to a man. sergei shook his head. there are eight billion people in this world. this was just a coincidence. a distant cousin, at most.

but soon, he found out that this man was in fact was her father. sergei remembered very little about him, except that he was distant and shady, much like his own father. perhaps that was a reason he got along so well with her.

but currently, sergei was at a loss. what was he supposed to do? abandon the hunt? find out more? try to find her?

no, no. he couldn't possibly... could he?

but after too much stalling, he decided he couldn't keep running from her forever. he had to face this. it was time.

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she lived an unassuming life, doing what she needed to get by. it was a peaceful existence, if it wasn't for her father's constant pestering.

she didn't know the details of his criminal life, steering clear of him as soon as she was old enough. desperate to reconnect, he would regularly reach out to her and try to make amends.

it was all for show. she knew this. he was only trying to make himself feel better for being a shitty father. so, she ignored him.

it didn't take long for sergei to find her. however, it did take long for him to approach her. he watched her leave work one night. she was beautiful. more graceful, almost ethereal. but most of all, she was still... her.

she froze when she heard her name. the voice was low and rough, but strikingly familiar. she turned around and saw him, standing before her. sergei kravinoff.

for a moment, she could only stare. she was speechless. sergei couldn't help the satisfaction he felt from still having that effect on her.

"it's been a while," he said. "can we talk? over dinner, maybe?"

no, she wanted to say, as unpleasant memories threaten to surface. she didn't want anything to do with him.

sensing her hesitation, sergei added, "please? it's about your father."

she furrowed her brow. what does he know about her father? she wasn't sure what sergei was involved in these days, but if he's sought her out after all this time, it must be important.

finally she spoke, "alright, fine. lead the way."

sergei nodded, relieved. as they walked, he tried to calm his nerves. he wasn't here to reconnect. he was here strictly for business. but history is bound to repeat itself. he would start falling for her again. he would feel like he's losing control. but maybe this time, he won't run.

[miricuss]

[eefos]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON & ALFIE WILLIAMS, new movie still from ‘28 Years Later’.

[submissivegayfrenchboy2]

Such a beautiful drawing 👏🏻

ouuuaghhh i haven't been able to get him out of my head for MONTHS. i apologize for the person i will become when this movie comes out.

close up 🔽

[moonlight-joy]

In the Hunter's Arms

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Summary: As rain pattered against the cabin windows, you cleaned Sergei’s wounds, his fierce protectiveness evident in every glance. Despite his injuries, he promised to try and temper his recklessness for your sake. When the bandages were tied, he pulled you into his lap, his arms a protective shield. In the warmth of the cabin, surrounded by firelight, you found comfort in his unspoken vow to always keep you safe.

Pairing: Reader/Sergei Kravinoff

The cabin was quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the windows and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. Sergei sat slumped in a wooden chair, his shirt discarded on the floor beside him, revealing his battered torso. Angry red gashes and bruises marred his skin, a testament to the brutality of his most recent hunt. You knelt before him, a bowl of warm water and a cloth at your side, your hands trembling slightly as you prepared to clean his wounds.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said softly, dipping the cloth into the water. You wrung it out and pressed it gently against a particularly deep cut on his side. Sergei flinched but remained silent, his jaw tightening as you worked.

“He was going to harm you,” Sergei finally replied, his voice low and rough. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and you could see the fire burning in his eyes. “I would do it again without hesitation.”

You sighed, your movements careful and deliberate as you cleaned the blood away. “But at what cost, Sergei? You can’t keep putting yourself in harm’s way like this. It’s not sustainable.”

His hand shot out, catching your wrist mid-motion. The strength in his grip was undeniable, but his touch was controlled, deliberate. “You think I care about that?” he asked, his voice softening slightly. “Your safety is worth any price. Do not ask me to stand by while someone threatens what is mine.”

You frowned, your heart aching at the conviction in his words. Sergei was many things—ferocious, unyielding, and proud—but he cared deeply for those he held close, even if his way of showing it often came at his own expense.

“I’m not asking you to stand by,” you said, your voice firm but laced with emotion. “I’m asking you to think. To take care of yourself, too. Because I can’t lose you, Sergei. Not like this.”

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the fierce hunter before you seemed almost vulnerable. He released your wrist, letting his hand fall to his side, and nodded. “I’ll try,” he said, though the words sounded foreign on his tongue. “For you.”

You gave him a small, relieved smile and returned to your task. The wounds weren’t life-threatening, but they were deep enough to require stitches. You set the cloth aside and reached for the needle and thread you’d prepared earlier. Sergei watched you intently, his expression unreadable as you threaded the needle and prepared to begin.

“This might sting,” you warned, though you knew pain meant little to him. He nodded, his jaw tightening in anticipation. As you worked, sewing his skin back together with steady hands, Sergei remained silent, his only reaction the occasional twitch of a muscle or a sharp intake of breath.

“You’ve gotten good at this,” he said after a while, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. “Too good.”

You glanced up at him, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “You’ve given me plenty of practice,” you replied, finishing the last stitch and tying it off. “Maybe you should stop getting into fights you don’t need to win.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your chest warm. “Every fight is one I need to win. But I will admit…” His eyes softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through. “I’d prefer fewer reasons to make you worry.”

You reached for the salve and began applying it to his wounds, your touch gentle but firm. “Then stop scaring me,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sergei’s hand found yours, stilling your movements. He looked at you, his expression earnest. “I’ll try,” he said again, and this time, you believed him.

When you’d finished treating his injuries, you leaned back, surveying your work. His wounds were cleaned and dressed, the stitches neat and precise. You were exhausted, but relief washed over you knowing that he’d be okay.

“You should rest,” you said, rising to your feet and gathering the supplies. “You’ve been through enough for one day.”

Sergei caught your hand as you turned to leave, pulling you gently back toward him. “Stay,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “Just for a while.”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. Setting the supplies aside, you allowed him to pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you protectively. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was soothing, and you felt the tension drain from your body.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin. “For always being here. For taking care of me.”

“Always,” you replied, your voice soft and full of promise.

The rain continued to patter against the windows, the fire crackling in the hearth, and in Sergei’s arms, you felt safe. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you’d face them together. For now, though, you allowed yourself to rest, content in the knowledge that Sergei was here, and he was yours.

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[presidentpoppy]

kraven the hunter & henchbun

[juice-plums]

Sweet, Little Rabbit

Sergei Kravinoff x !Busty woman! reader

Warnings: threatening, hardcore sex activity, Public sex setting, need him in my bed bad after this movie

You were working in your little cubicle, you were a small time lawyer, working for Ms. Calypso, under her influence you two became friends when you first applied, You were wearing a white, button down shirt that accentuated your ample bosom, and a short, black, pencil skirt, that accentuated your ample rump, you liked the way you had dressed at times to work, you black high heels innocently clicked against the marbled floor of the building, looking for Calypso to go over business files, and seeing her go into a conference room, You had innocently followed and stopped listening, it sounded like she was talking to someone, you nod to yourself and waited a while then knocked politely

When you heard Calypso’s polite ‘Come in’ You came in, the first thing you see was Calypso which she took a breath of relief seeing you, and seeing a strong, built man with her in, that made dead eye contact with you, the stare made you get goosebumps, you head had turned to Calypso then to the strong man that wasn’t wearing any shoes, you had gulped

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You had sweetly asked, backing up softly with the files, you clicked your heels nervously, Calypso immediately shaking her head, while the man nodded yes to you, yet he still stared at you, in his eyes you were like a little, plump rabbit, it was kind of cute, he also found your nervousness adorable as you stumbled softly in your high heels, you backed up to leave the two alone, Calypso immediately assured you that you were not interrupting anything,

“Like I said you’re fine,….this is Sergei and this is…Reader”

Calypso had said, making you lock eyes with Sergei, his gaze cold and serious, you never had seen such eyes before, he eyes you, not in a judgmental way but in a sexy kind of way, like he was liking what he was seeing, Calypso immediately getting that tension and assured Sergei she’ll get ‘information’ and she left the two of us alone, I gulp as Calypso gave a thumbs up leaving, he looked at me and turned out to the glassy window, I gulped softly again

“are you alright?…”

“My brother is gone, taken”

he says, I gasp, my high heels softly clicked to him, and I was behind him softly now, my hand softly traced his bicep as a way to console him

“Don’t worry, we’ll get him back”

“I hope so,…Rabbit”

He says with a bit of light humor, I mock gasp, smiling, my hands on my busty hips as I do so

“Excuse me?, I’m not a rabbit”

“You’re plump, like a fuzzy rabbit”

he had said again, making me giggle softly, he light smiled enjoying the sound of my giggle, his gaze on your curvy and busty body, you felt his gaze on your body making you shy and nervous, he liked the effect he had on you, he liked making you all flustered and nervous, he stepped closer to you, making your breath softly hitched from his closeness, your sweet perfumed fogged his sensed, blurring his mind in delight, he grinned, you swore you saw a fang, before you could say anything, he passionately kissed your lips, making you gasp in delight, he could taste the sweetness of your lipstick as he plunged his tongue in your mouth, you swore your pussy got wet from this single kiss

Sergei had grinned, unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her big, juicy breasts compacted in a tight lacy bra, he licked his lips appreciatively, making you all shy, feeling the cold breeze hit your chest, his hand delve into your pencil skirt, massaging your pussy through you panties, you moan, softly holding his hand warmly as he rubbed in between your pussy folds he grinned watching your face contort into bliss

“w-wait, we shouldn’t be doing this here..”

You tried to say, but just loving how it hand is playing with your sweet pussy, the slick wetness coating your pussy and his hands, he silenced you with a heated kiss, you both slurped tongues together, you moaned in bliss, his cock stirs in his dress pants you gazed at his boner, and your eyes bulged, seeing the physical outline of his dick print, made your mouth softly water, he chuckled

“I’m gonna get all nine inches of my cock into this sweet pussy, you hear that, rabbit?”

He dominantly had said, making your pussy get even more wet from the excitement, he chuckled

“oh yeah, look at that, your pussy is just so wet from excitement, gonna mark and claim this thick pussy and make it my own”

He dominantly had said, goodness he was so crude and mean, you couldn’t help but love it, he lays you down on the conference table, ripping off your panties and hiking up your skirt, he groans smelling your arousal that clogged his senses up as well, he revealed his long, uncut, and throbbing cock to me, he wasn’t lying it was 9 inches, you gasp, spreading your legs, he couldn’t help but give your pussy a few licks and slurps making you arch your back on the table, he groaned approvingly and lifted up, unsheathing his cock fully inside your pussy, making you gasp, he groans as your pussy walls clamped around his cock, he grabbed your thick hips and slammed inside you not taking any breaks

“oh-ahha!~, Sergei!!~”

You blissfully moaned, locking your legs around his waist, holding him close like you two were caterpillars hunching, he groaned again, feeling your legs lock, he bottomed in and out of you fast like his life depended on it he didn’t care who’d come in all he cared about was pleasuring sweet Reader, his sweet Rabbit, you were getting your brain fucked and he was getting his cock milked

the depraved scene still continues to unfold in the tiny conference room, anyone could come in by now, they both didn’t care they were both lost in the pleasure and how Sergei was fucking her womb into oblivion, Her screams got louder and she scratched his back up, Sergei absolutely loved that shit and rammed into her cervix every time, the poor table creaked and groan to the love making

“I’m gonna bust my load in you, you want that?, want me to cream pie your womb?”

“oh yeah!, cum in my pussy, fill me up, I wanna be filled with cum”

You shamelessly beg, you didn’t ever want to stop having sex, it felt so good with him, he was definitely hitting all your right places, he was not a stranger to making love to a woman, he groaned slamming his cock into your pussy one more time all 9 inches in your pussy and cum, his hot scalding cum flowing in your pussy, you saw stars, and let him cum inside you, blissfully dazed out, he pulled out, his cock with a wet pop, he watched as he cum leaked out of your pussy and grinned, locking your union with a searing, sweet kiss

“Now you’re mine,…my sweet, little rabbit”

[submissivegayfrenchboy2]

The thing is, I want to smell and lick the sweaty hairs of Kraven the Hunter 🤤🥵🤗

He’s so pretty 😭🥰

[bel0ved-heretic]

his necklace hangs, his hair is a bit messy, he's still scared about what happened