#sergei dragunov

[afvisende]

鉄拳(ブライアン中心) | YiLee

[shahs1221]

I really really like coatless Dragunov in this stage 😩👌

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[eurodynamic]

SERGEI DRAGUNOV Tekken 8 (2024) — requested by anonymous

[molinaesque]

Sergei Dragunov - Tekken 8 Main Menu

[dahliawilder]

I LOVE THEM

[pingurusama]

Year of the snake 🐍

First Art in 2025!! I'm so proud going in to the 2025 with the same character i've fixated on since 2009! Looking back, i've improved a lot since the last time i draw him on early 2018! There was a period of time i didn't draw him when i was stuck in College, on the fear of 'tainted' him, but turns out i always draw him in more of abstract way!

I will spill out the Lore and funny story of it later time in the future^-^ Hopes you guys like my art of him! Done in Photoshop 2018, January 2025

[khanger91]

©️

@rhubarbspring

[redara]

Happy Valentine's Day 💕

Let's celebrate by giving love to your favorite character!

Detailed version on my twt here

[solidsmax]

TEKKEN 8 - Opening Movie

[machabre]

[shellswritesstuff]

DRAGUNOV DATING HCS!!! pls.

OK ANON I GOTTT YOU.

Sergei Dragunov Dating HCs! ♡ fluff.

He's super attentive!! When you're out and about, Dragunov keeps track of what catches your eye. He caught you peering at a teddy not too long ago. Needless to say, it somehow found its way onto your bed. When you asked your boyfriend about it, he just huffed and patted your head.

You know those salesmen in malls? The ones who almost always call you out, much too awkward and usually scams? They don't seem to target you anymore... wonder why. Something about your massive guard dog partner, hehe.

Sit in silence with him! Bring a book, a craft, etc. I can imagine spending a relaxing evening on the couch, cuddled up and enjoying his presence.

His love language would be acts of service and quality time! He'd be on the receiving end of words of affirmation and gift giving.

Ahem. Stupid matching couples things. You'd tell Dragunov he wouldn't have to wear whatever you got, but it's no use. He's already taking his shirt off to switch to the cheese-y pink sweater. And he'd wear it in public too!!

The first time you saw him smile, you passed out. Angels opening the gates of heaven, all that shit.

DRAGUNOV IS TOO DAMN BIG. You two did a cute little photo booth shoot, only to see his head cut off in every photo. He was a bit frustrated, but you found it absolutely fucking hilarious. The strip is on the fridge to this day.

[shahs1221]

Dragunov's 3,1,2 is such a cool move especially from certain angles (thank you photo mode) 😩

[anonymousgayrobot]

is there any clarification on what this means or was that task just assembling all of those tank kits after failing miserably to assemble alisa

[dreamergoat]

gave me the idea @ami-dark 

[enydaki]

[onyxrosess]

sick reader head cannons!

hwoarang x reader, sergei dragunov x reader, claudio serafino x reader [seperate]

writers note: hello!! its been a while and i am completely unmotivated to do much of anything but i’ve been meaning to get back into the swing of things for far too long. none the less, here’s some slightly self indulgent head cannons. :)

i also haven’t really ever written head cannons so if these turn out to be more mini fics thenn so be it.

・warnings/tags: nausea, sickness, etc.

( cross posted on ao3 )

Hwoarang

・Even though Hwoarang is a little shit sometimes, he knows some good ass recipes to make you feel better.

・ Expect him to be force-feeding you.

・ At the beginning of your and Hwoarang’s relationship, I think he wouldn’t necessarily believe you when you tell him you didn’t feel well. He wouldn’t be mad at you, or belittle you, but more that he thinks you're stronger than that.

・ He would only really believe you when he saw it. The two of you would be training when your body finally tells you you’re too damn sick to be trying to fight Hwoarang. He would finally realize how pale you look, how quickly you’re out of breath. Then it really hits him when you collapse to your knees.

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Hwoarang dropped to his knees in front of you, his eyes scanned your face, and his hand held your arm. “You meant it didn’t you?” His voice was quieter than usual, but your body was too exhausted to reply to him. Sweat made your hair cling to your forehead, your body feeling all too hot and freezing at the same time. You let your head fall against his chest, as limp as the rest of your body. Hwoarang didn’t move, nor did he speak, quite unusual for him. You couldn’t tell how many minutes passed, or if it had even been a minute.

“I’m gonna pick you up— and don’t think you’re gonna tell me no either.” Before you could even protest he shut it down. He stood up as you attempted to do the same, feeling like your stomach was going to come up your throat. His forearms swept you up from underneath you, carrying you quickly out of his dojang, luckily his house was not too far.

The rest of the day was spent through a cycle of Hwoarang scolding you to not get up and that he’ll do it. Hell he wouldn’t even let you go to the bathroom alone. But besides the pampering and not allowing you to even take a step, he made you rice porridge, though your nausea was through the roof you could at least keep it down. Sometimes he wouldn’t even let you pick up your spoon to eat, instead feeding you himself. It was oddly romantic and adorable for him, though you weren’t going to tease him about it.

You recovered quite quickly due to whatever magic his cooking skills held, and the cuddling on his couch that was maybe a bit too small for the two of you.

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After you were back to feeling better and mostly normal, he stayed a little sweeter than before. It’s not like he was an asshole before or anything, he still teased you and flicked your forehead from time to time but he was just sweeter. He's really just a big softy at heart.

Dragunov

・Dragunov is definitely one to notice quickly if you’re getting sick.

・ He doesn’t ask you whether you’re feeling ill, he just very conveniently shows up with what you need when you need it. Like he has a sixth sense or something. You’re working at your desk and you feel like you're about to sneeze— he just sets a box of tissues on your desk.

・ Your throat is sore and you’re about to get up to get water? He's already handing a glass of water to you. It’s seriously amazing honestly

・Unfortunately it doesn’t save you from still getting sick though.

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When you and Sergei took a vacation back to his hometown, it was lovely, a thick layer of snow covered every surface. Of course Sergei was used to this weather and even preferred it, but it was simply magical to you. And with that fascination you only wanted to go explore around the town he grew up in. You don’t hear many stories from Dragunov about his childhood or frankly anything, but maybe that's what made him so easy to love.

The two of you went on an outing into the central part of his town, he brought you to many places ranging from a clothing repair shop to an antique toy shop. As the day went on you shivered, and sneezed here and there but insisted you were okay. By the time a couple hours went by your nose was tinted a pinkish color along with your cheeks. Without a word Sergei stopped walking, you turned around puzzled, until his big heavy coat was draped over your shoulders. Before a squeak of objection came out of your mouth he grabbed your hand and turned towards home. You couldn’t really say much because you couldn’t deny that your entire body felt like an ice cube.

Between the warmth of Dragunov’s warm coat and his hand that held your own, you successfully made it back to his home. Sergei took the coat off your shoulders, as his hand reached down to brush the snow off your hair. You thanked him quietly and followed him as he walked into his living room. You plopped onto the couch, turning around to locate where Sergei went, he was about to turn around the corner.

“Stay.” He almost commanded you, with the softest voice possible. You listened to him, waiting for him to return. Your body continued to shiver even though it was not that cold inside the home. You heard his footsteps behind you, he carried a big wool blanket in his hands. He sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. You quickly scurried over to him as he draped the blanket over the two of you. His hand found its way to your hair as he slotted the strands between his fingers. Though you knew you were going to end up even more sick tomorrow, right now, this is all you could ask for.

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He just wants an excuse to play with your hair </3

Claudio

・ I think Claudio can be caring and thoughtful when you’re sick but also that man doesn’t want to get sick either. His work is a big responsibility so I think he would want to avoid sickness if possible.

・ But he can’t say no to you.

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Claudio left for work early this morning before you woke up, which he usually does. You woke up in a haze, your throat felt like sandpaper, accompanied by the pounding headache that assaulted your senses. The house was quiet, no sign of your boyfriend. You reached over to the night stand in search of your phone, but in your attempt it fell onto the floor with a thud. It was that kind of day.

The rest of the day was spent either on the couch or in your bed, with a pile of tissues wherever you went. Usually Claudio gets back home before it’s dark but it was getting late, you stared out the window ignoring the tv in front of you. Your attention was torn from your empty gaze to your phone that buzzed next to you. The caller ID being Claudio. You answered but before you could say anything he spoke, “I have to stay late tonight, love.” You replied, but your voice was hoarse as you cleared your throat. “Okay.” “Are you feeling sick?” Claudio immediately asked, his voice switched tones. “I think, but I can manage-“ ”No, I’m coming home, stay where you are.” Claudio stood his ground steady as he ended the call. You sighed, grateful he’d be home soon.

Your front door opened and quickly closed, Claudio was fast to get to your side. “Why didn’t you call me?” His voice was soft as the back of his hand touched your forehead to gauge your temperature. “I didn’t want to interrupt your work, because I knew you were going to come home” Claudio let out a breathy chuckle, which surprised you, causing you to look at him. “You always worry about the smallest things, amore.” He smiled, and you almost melted.

Claudio made you various remedies that his mother taught him, which you overheard him talking to his mother on the phone asking her questions about the recipes. It was quite entertaining to listen to Claudio talk to his mother, you couldn’t understand much but little pieces here and there. He eventually cuddled up next to you, “are you sure you’re okay with me getting you sick?” You questioned him as your back laid against his chest. “I won’t get sick.” You sighed, he's so stubborn sometimes.

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Claudio did in fact, get sick.

as always i hope you enjoyed, i will do my best to water the dying plant that is the tekken fandom -onyxroses