#anatoly sidorov

[nade2308]

"The doctors say he is lucky to be alive. Only a mild concussion."

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@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

[aortaargent]

Another vastly underrated M:I (aka Ethan’s ongoing harem sim) ship for those of us who love a good comedic beat cat and mouse. A bit of Les Mis. A gritty Tom and Jerry. A little hint of absurdity and grudging respect and the sexual tension caused by one man continuously trying to smoke a single cigarette but a small insane spy just keeps interrupting that moment of satisfaction

[blogernet]

[whore-ibly-hot]

Post-Gym Shower

Yandere!Athlete Evan Reed x reader x Yandere!Gym coach Anatoli Sidorov

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, power dynamics, panty stealing, typical yandere behavior.

(A/N: Another duo fic, giving some juice to the Evan girlies out there. Plus some attention for Coach Sidorov, I feel i haven't fleshed him out enough. It's not very long but...)

"Cmon, there's plenty of room," Through the steam of the bathroom and the 'woosh' of the shower sprayer, Evan's voice cuts through the locker room as he watches the warm stream of water dripping down in beads from your body.

"There's tons of other showers, Evan!" You squeak, grabbing the shower a bit to cover yourself with the flimsy plastic shower covering. "You don't need to come into this one..."

He scoffs and runs a hand over his curly mullet before he tosses his towel off, prompting you to look away with a squeak. "I'm not going to freeze my dick off waiting for one of these other showers to warm up, just slide over." He explains, face contorting to a grin when he sees you looking away. "What, cmon, I'm not that bad looking, baby." Pushing the shower curtain aside, he steps onto the slick tile of the shower floor, sighing as the warm water washes the post-practice sweat and excessive body spray from him.

"This is weird!" You exclaim, covering yourself up. "I'm trying to shower, and you're all gross and sweaty-"

"Oh my god, stupid, that's the point of a fucking shower, to get clean. Stop bitchin-" he gives you one of those hard looks you often see him cast at the poor victims of his bullying. It makes you swallow harshly. "-and hand me the soap."

With shaky hands, you pass the bar of soap and try to avoid gawking as he runs it over his pecs, groaning as he rubs some spots that obviously have some sore muscle lying below. "Coach has been running us like crazy for the swim meet coming up," he mumbles as he keeps cleaning. "Swear I hear the starting whistle when I'm fucking sleeping." He notices you're not saying much, and set away the soap before turning to you. "But... I heard Coach has been giving you some 'extra-lessons' too, huh?" He coos, and the insinuation makes you flush.

Smacking at his chest and watching the water on his skin react and fly off, you look aghast. "Don't make it sound weird, Evan!" You exclaim, voice squeaking with embarrassment. "I'm- He's not doing anything like that, I just joined P.E. late, I'm behind. He helps with stretch and stuff." You explain, and Evan leans in, grabbing your hips and grinding his limp but still impressive length against your front playfully.

"Stretching, huh? Yeah, I bet he's stretching you out." He chuckles. "So what's the play, you doing it for a grade? Can't imagine coach's limp old man dick is giving you what you need."

"No!" You squirm a bit, the way he's naked crotch is resting against your thighs send both a spike of arousal and fear to your core. "He's not doing anything like that, don't be weird. And let me go!" You exclaim. Evan ignores your pleas, hands moving from your hips to your arms, then chest.

"Well, whether or not Coach is dicking you down on the side, whatever he's doing is working." He mumbles, calloused fingers making you shake as little goosebumps start littering your skin. "You're getting some muscle, baby. Looking toned, I mean, you're not me, but you know..." A large hands fondles over your ass, groping as it's owner revels in how you squirm. "Real fucking fit, if Coach isn't actually giving you what you need after class, I'm always avaliable. Take you back to my dorm, and work that pretty-"

"Evan!" The metallic sound of the locker room door swinging open and Coach Sidorov's voice gives you a moment of hope.

Evan groans, "Cmon, let's stay quiet and split outta here once he leaves-" You cut him off with a surprisingly bold sudden shove, and you both just stare at each other for a moment, shocked at your resistance. Before his glare forms, you call out.

"In here, coach!" Coach Sidorov approaches the shower, and feels his blood boiling when he sees two pairs of feet stuck out below the shower curtain, and the voice of his poor little star calling out. "Reed. Out of the shower, now."

Evan groans and glares at you as he pulls aside the shower curtain. You know you'll be facing his wrath and frustration for this later, but you choose to just appreciate the moment you have now. Trying to shield his half-hard dick, Evan huffs as the bright locker room lights hit his eyes.

"Cmon, coach. I already know you're gonna try to make a big fucking deal of this- we were playing around-" He yips as he feels a sudden, sharp pain on his thigh and ass. Coach Sidorov is holding a wrapped up towel, which he smacked at the cocky star player. "What the fuck coach!?"

"Go, thirty laps in the pool, now. I'll see you after I deal vith your friend in the shower." He growls, and Evan blinks away. "And I'll be looking into changing your gym schedule!" He yells after him, rubbing at his forehead and brow with a frustrated sigh. "Dat boy..." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as to not scare you.

"Little star?" He calls out tentatively, turning so his back is against the curtain but he's faced away from you. "I'm not mad at you, okay?"

"I-I'm sorry sir, I tried to tell him there were other showers-" you start, leaning slightly around the curtain with a shameful tone to your voice. He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"No, no. Dat boy is a menace, is not your fault." He assures, trying to resist his own urge to meet your gaze, st the risk of catching a sight of your exposed cleavage and shoulders behind the curtain. "Are you clean?" He asks.

"Yes sir." You affirm, and he steps away to grab your clothes on the nearby bench, handing them to you and not letting his hands linger to long on the soft fabric.

"Dress. I von't look." He assures, and you nod. You begin with your top as he keeps talking. "I'll have a talk with him, I'll get your schedule shifted around to. I won't tolerate him dragging you off somewhere and trying to get you to... allow him to have his way with you." He hisses, fists curling as bit. "I'll try to get you your own shower stall, da?"

"That would be great, sir." You squeak, zipping up your tracksuit top. "I appreciate you being worried about me. He can be a lot..." you pause as you go to dress your lower half. "U-um, coach?"

He hums affirmatively. "My... my underwear is gone." You whimper out, horrified and scandalized. You seem Coach Sidorov visibly tense up, and raise his fist to his mouth to clear his throat.

"Ah, vell... Its possible he may have grabbed dem on the vay out. I'll give you a pass to get out of your next class, run back to your dorm and grab another pair, okay?" He offers, and you slip on your pants with a nod. He turns around once your dressed, and he smiles softly at the sweet of your dripping hair and awkward form. "I'll see you tomorrow for class, da?"

You nod, and in a bold move lunge to hug him, shaking a bit against his broad chest. "Thank you, for... for looking out for me."

He's shocked, eyes widen as he feels his heart melting at your affection. He wraps his arms firmly around your shoulders, keeping you flush to his chest. "Of course. You're my little star, no one is going to hurt you while I'm around. Now go on back to your dorm." He's reluctant to send you away, but he's still dealing with boiling anger towards Evan, and he's got a growing problem down below he'd rather not have you see.

He waves goodbye as he watches you depart, and once you're out the door his hand slips into the pocket of his tracksuit. He ignores his raging erection in favor of grabbing something from the pocket, a thin fabric garment, yours. He feels a little bad, snatching your underwear and sending you off, but... surely it's safer with him?

[lannisterdaddyissues]

@sxvethelastdance YOU. YOU SEE MY VISION.

if ethan hunt and anatoly sidorov had grindr they would totally match each other

[academicgangster]

Mission: Impossible as a 30 Rock-style reality show

(concept by @vegetarianvampireduck, gleeful execution by me)

[tenok]

[academicgangster]

[nade2308]

Luther, facepalming on the other side of the world, probably:

"This is why you shouldn't take your eyes off of him."

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@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

[tasksweekly]

[TASK 196: TUVAN]

In celebration of May being Asian American Heritage Month, there’s a masterlist below compiled of over 60+ Tuvan faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

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F:

Sainkho Namtchylak (1957) Tuvan - singer.

Arjopa (1969) Tuvan - singer.

Choduraa Tumat (1974) Tuvan - singer, igil player, doshpuluuar player, and byzaanchy player.

Sayzana Syryn (1991) Tuvan - singer.

Kara-Kys Namzatovna Munzuk (?) Tuvan - actress and singer.

Bailak Mongush (?) Tuvan - singer and drummer.

Chyltys Tannagasheva (?) Tuvan - singer.

Radmila Kuzhuget (?) Tuvan - model.

Valentina Salchak (?) Tuvan - singer.

Klavdia Khatilaeva (?) Tuvan - singer.

Soruktu Kyrgys (?) Tuvan - singer.

Tandalai (?) Tuvan - singer.

Eugene Orgee (?) Tuvan - model.

Ganbold Muukhai (?) Tuvan - singer, morin khuur player, and tovshuur player.

Shoraana Ondar (?) Tuvan - actress.

M:

Galsan Tschinag (1944) Tuvan - writer.

Nikolay Oorzhak (1949) Tuvan - singer.

Kaigal-ool Khovalyg (1960) Tuvan - singer, igil player, and khoomei player.

Albert Kuvezin (1965) Tuvan - singer and guitarist.

Enkh Jargal / Enkhjargal Dandarvaanchig (1968) Tuvan / Mongolian - singer and khuur player.

Eduard Ondar (1971) Tuvan / Yakut - actor.

Radik Tyulyush (1974) Tuvan - singer and guitarist.

Saidash Mongush (1976) Tuvan - singer.

Tyurgen Kam (1977) Tuvan - singer.

Igor Koshkendey (1978) Tuvan - singer.

Ayan Shirizhik (1982) Tuvan - singer, kengirge player, shynggyrash player, shoor player, murgu player, and xomus player.

Ayan-ool Sam (1983) Tuvan - singer, guitarist, igil player, and doshpuluuar player.

Bady-Dorzhu Ondar (1984) Tuvan - singer, guitarist, igil player, bayan player, and doshpuluuar player.

Batsükh Dorj (1990) Tuvan - singer, lute player, and percussionist.

Nachyn Kuular (1995) Tuvan - wrestler and breakdancer. 

Alexander Arkhincheev (?) Tuvan - singer, morin khuur player, tsoor player, and sukha huur player.

Konstantin Tokarsky (?) Tuvan - singer and drummer.

Alex Kuular (?) Tuvan - singer.

Dobrynya Satin (?) Tuvan - singer.

Aldar Tamdyn (?) Tuvan - singer and igil player.

Evguenia Tomitova (?) Tuvan - singer and yataga player.

Aidysmaa Kandan (?) Tuvan - singer and igil player.

Nachyn Choreve (?) Tuvan - singer.

Alexei Saryglar (?) Tuvan - singer and khomus player.

Josep Maria Aragay (?) Tuvan / Spanish - singer and kargyraa player.

Aidyn Sedii (?) Tuvan - singer and cellist.

Evgeny Saryglar (?) Tuvan - singer and igil player.

Oleg Kuular (?) Tuvan - singer.

Aihan Oorzhak (?) Tuvan - singer, igil player, and doshpuluuar player.

Shoraan Ochur (?) Tuvan - singer, bassist, and shoor player.

Adygan Aiyzhy (?) Tuvan - singer and keyboardist.

Mongun-ool Ondar (?) Tuvan - singer and igil player.

GENDOS / Gennady Chamzyryn (?) Tuvan / Polish - singer and dungur player.

Andrey Mongush (?) Tuvan - singer.

Sayan Bapa (?) Tuvan - singer and guitarist.

Kan-Khuler Saaya (?) Tuvan - singer, chadagan player, limbi player, and byzaanchy player.

Vladimir Sidorov (?) Tuvan - singer, bassist, and vargan player.

Anatoli Kuular (?) Tuvan - singer.

German Khatilaev (?) Tuvan - singer.

Moisés Pérez (?) Tuvan / Spanish - singer and khoomei player.

Imre Peemot (?) Tuvan - singer.

Alexander Bapa (?) Tuvan - singer and khomus player.

Lucyan / Lucjan Wesołowski (?) Tuvan / Polish - singer.

Vlad Boll-or (?) Tuvan - musician and poet.

Alexander Chambl-Ogly Tulush (?) Tuvan - singer.

Ganzorig Nergui (?) Tuvan - singer, morin khuur player, aman khuur player, and tovshuur player.

Albert Saspyk-ool (?) Tuvan - singer.

Badmaabazar Garavkhuu (?) Tuvan - singer, yoochin player, yatga player, and drummer.

[blogernet]

[whore-ibly-hot]

Anatoli finding out reader is a virgin? Probably make him feel some kind of way 😚

He's shocked, thrilled too, of course. From the way he sees the boys treating you, especially Evan, he was sure you must've had sex at some point. But the fact you haven't excites him deeply, even though he's unable to fully act on his desires. In his mind, it's fate. Has to be.

He'd suddenly present with a new type of stretch regimen, one that would help you strengthen that pelvic floor, but also keep those legs relaxed and free of tension. Should something happen and you should come to him asking for sex, to take your first time, He'd want you ready. He'd want you to feel as little pain as possible when he goes to rest inside you. He's muscular, he can go for a quite a bit of time and he's not necessarily small in size. He wants to be gentle, be careful and cause you as little pain as possible if you'd ever allow.

If you did, it'd be as romantic as possible. He'd set his small quarters up with warm lighting, candles and a lamp, set on some romantic music from his homeland. He doesn't have a whole lot of experience with women outside of passionate romantic trysts with other athletes in the olympic village, so he's looking to movies for guidance on how to set up a romantic evening. Unfortunately, all the films he had in mind were rented out by the time he got out of clas on Friday evening by students, so Lady and the tramp was all he could find.

He'd pay Pez under the table with some pain medication he sometimes takes, letting him sell them in exchange for having Tyler cook a nice meal for the night you come to his room.

He remembers losing his virginity, back on his small village to a girl a grade above him. She was kind, if not a little dumb, but he remembers just how nervous he was that night, about not doing well or satisfying her. He doesn't want you feeling any of that, and immediately after dinner, he lets you know there's no pressure to do anything or perform a certain way.

He'd still treat it like a lesson, telling you everything in steps, keeping you hydrated before and after. He'd undress you like it's part of a routine. Still, as methodical as his movements are, his words are sweet. Praises and affirmations of your appearance, how you take him so well, you're so obedient in class and here. He adores you.

Aftercare is big for him. Just as anyone needs to wind down from a workout, and how his athletes need to take care of themselves after a game, the same goes for your roll in the hay. He'll get you a glass of water, and oddly enough a multivitamin. He'll clean you up with some wipes, and gently make sure you're tucked in. Let him lay beside you, and he'll gently massage any muscles that may have been stretched from whatever position you were in. He wants to prevent you being sore in the morning as best he can.

"Its okay, it's okay. Just relax, I vill take care of you, da? You'll feel fine in the morning, and I'll take us somewhere, get us some food." He promises. "I'm not some silly boy, I'd never just hump you and kick you out. No, I'm here. I promise, little star."

[lannisterdaddyissues]

this is an anatoly sidorov stan account. he only knew ethan as an international terrorist and enemy of the state but he still couldn't resist that funky little superspy

(thanks to @mvrckd for laughing at my jokes)

[boasamishipper]

ethan hunt: *does anything*

luther, benji, brandt, ilsa, julia, jane, hunley, sidorov, me, everyone ever: