#tekken dragunov x reader

[mikovwrites]

I'm going to continue writing "Cold Truth".

Wish me luck in writing the smut. Any ideas are appreciated. ^^

[pingurusama]

Free headpats for everyone!!!૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

I can't thanked Harada-san enough for his ending movie on Tekken 8, a very well deserved ending for him! and Dragunov being tender all smiley and content? ૮ ⚆ﻌ⚆ა yea, i will be on my coffin and grave peacefully waaaa ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀི�� Been 15 years passed of my fixation on him and still going on STRONG, my fixation starts to take steroids atp lmaoo.

[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.

[fire-hashira]

Dragunov hc!!

continuing from my last post about him, also cause we need more Dragunov content!

- Dates with him are quiet and comfortable, nothing fancy but something you both love, model train building, watching movies, reading together with a simple dinner, just being together

-cooking together, as he is a soldier and a fighter he eats ALOT, so whenever you, him, or both of you are cooking, music is playing and its a chaotic yet romantic time with him, even if there's a mess after

-nightly walks, Sergei seems the type to enjoy walks during the night with you, where it is more peaceful and quiet, if it is snowing or cold, he gives you his coat, it keeps you warm and he thinks you look beautiful in it so win-win

-he could teach you to read and write in Russian if you wanted to learn, speaking? well he's willing to listen and try his best to correct you when you say things wrong

-you worry for him whenever he has to participate in the KOIF Tournament, so he would give you a small reassuring hug and hs hat to comfort you

[darkdevasofdestruction]

When They Save You ~ Tekken

Characters: Kazuya Mishima, Sergei Dragunov, Kunimitsu, Ling Xiaoyu

I never expected to fall in love with Tekken as much as I did, but here we are. This is my New Year’s gift for you, and especially for my dear friend @atomicpunch99​ whose idea I’m using. Enjoy getting saved by your lovely lady friends, little one~

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SERGEI DRAGUNOV

You were a scientist working for your country’s Government, and in a joint project with Russia, you and some of your colleagues were sent to do medical engineering research there and analyse the probes at their laboratories, as they were far more developed than the ones you were used to.

As you were the only one both brave and intelligent, therefore you were tasked with being the leader of your people, under the Russian patronage. When they deemed the results of your research to be satisfactory, the General under whom you were working had to send one Russian researcher along with one from your country to infiltrate in an enemy lab and steal their own work, a certain device, but also wipe everything, it was clear that all your co-workers were too afraid to go forward, fearing for their lives - After all, this wasn’t what they signed up to! Locking themselves in a safe laboratory was what they did for a living.

Sighing, you went ahead and nominated yourself, and together with the Russian researcher you were to follow the plan made by the spies. Thankfully, you were going to have a guard - His name is Sergei Dragunov, the best in his field. His pale face, that scar on his lip, those gargoyle-like eyes, all in contrast with that dark, dark hair made him look intimidating and scary. His height and uniform, but also his imposing presence and his lack of words made even his brethren shudder in fear. He was sworn to protect them with their life, so there was nothing to be afraid.

Your journey through the forest was filled with silence and more silence, as you tried to initiate a conversation with him. You asked him about his culture, about songs, about weapons even - He merely stared back at you, his eyes peering so deep into your soul, that for once, you felt that you were the specimen being watched at the microscope.

It wasn’t until you got attached by a bunch of mercenaries that you first heard a grunt from your protector. He was beating down so easily tens and tens of enemies, while you and your partner hid. You admired his fighting style - It was strong, but also leisure and elegant, using perfect technique backed up by a monstrous strength. But gazing so fondly at the man protecting you was enough to drop your guard down without even realising. 

One enemy, however - The last one standing - In his desperation, caught you and dragged you up by the hair, his forearm over your neck to choke you, the cold steel of the rifle against your temple. “I’ll kill her! I swear I’ll fucking kill her! You monster, Dragunov! White Angel of Death!” Sergei merely stared down the pathetic enemy holding a hostage, and he growled like a wild animal baring his teeth - Even now, however, he did not speak. “It’s either you or her, Dragunov! I know those rich fat fucks care about her brains only - The only researcher in her field that can do something of this magnitude. To think they would be dumb enough to leave her unprotected.” his grip laxed against your throat, allowing you to breath properly. “Huh. And she’s such a pretty thing too. Maybe I can throw her to the ground and have my way with her? Would that bother you? Nah, doubt it. You’re a monster, you only care about getting your mission done, and --” before he could speak again, so lost in his own hatred for Sergei, he didn’t notice you had pushed his forearm just far enough for you to slip away and side step him, grabbing his hand and pulling the trigger towards his own head. Your face was painted scarlet. 

“You speak too much.” you muttered, stepping away from him. “Systema.” Sergei spoke for the first time since you’ve known him. You couldn’t help but smile at him, happy that your small, yet very effective technique pulled a win. “Yes. I learnt Systema after getting threatened like that the first time. I was 14, just barely employed by the Gov.” you loved watching technical fights, and did your best to learn the best way to defend yourself. Systema was the best MMA fighting style for self-defense. It was Russian. “It’s not as remarkable when I do it. You, using Sambo, however, looks far more fascinating - And intimidating. I’d be afraid to be your enemy.” you chuckled lightly, yet he only hummed in acknowledgement. Sergei took a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and cupping your face gently, he wiped the blood from your face. “You did well.” his praise, he had no idea made your hear beat a thousand miles per second, yet the sweet and tender smile that you gave him, gazing back into those cold eyes like the Siberian ice, made him melt with your warmth.

That night, you had to camp outside, in a small tent. Sergei made a campfire and ate a sandwich while he used snow water, boiled, to make himself some fruit tea. It was late into the night, and you didn’t want to let him stay all alone, in the freezing cold - Though he says he’s used to it. You sit on a log next to the fire as he passes his cup for you to drink.

It is here that you learn of his fascination with trains, old and new, how each model works, what they are good for, their speed, their endurance, even the weapons they can have attached to them. It was rather interesting, hearing him speak about a subject you barely had idea idea of, but the more you chatted, the later it got... And his baritone voice was so velvety and soothing, that in combination with the hot tea and the mild cold from outside, you felt drowsy, so you leaned your head on his broad shoulder. It was unexpectedly comfortably.

Sergei said nothing, except putting his arm around your body, pulling you against his chest. Before you fell asleep, you found yourself with a cheeky smirk, hearing the man hum so beautifully some kind of melody unknown to you. “One of these days, I’ll kiss that scar on your lips.” you felt an amused exhale from him, as his grip tightened. Once he was sure you were sleeping, he leaned down to plant a kiss on top of your head. “Zayka moya. (My bunny)” he muttered against your soft hair.

--- KAZUYA MISHIMA

Kazuya fondly recalls the few, yet beautiful memories of his short childhood while meditating under the freezing water from the cascade. His mother’s warm embraces, her encouraging words... His grandfather’s sage advice as he taught his new fighting techniques that he could use against his dreadful father, his patience also, as he never got upset if he screwed up...

And then there was that sweet smile of yours that was able to get him through any hardship.

Your family and his were very close business partners - So close, in fact, that unbeknownst to either of you, your parents had you betrothed to one another . It was very satisfying, watching the two of you interact so well, it was going to be a successful arranged marriage that will produce capable heirs, and -

And Heihachi threw his son off a cliff.

Kazuya often wondered how you were doing. Hopefully, at least you were alive, and untouched by his own demon of a father. He killed Jinpachi, and he killed Kazumi. Like hell he’d let him kill you as well, if you’re still alive.

He once promised you that he will become the strongest fighter there is - And he is going to prove himself, by destroying his own father. 21 years he trained his body, mind and soul, just for this battle alone. To kill Heihachi Mishima. He was going to make you proud, he swore, clutching tightly the necklace that you have gifted him, long ago. 

Finally, after so many years, Kazuya was ready to destroy his arch enemy - Entering the Tekken tournament that was being held by his own father, and he joined in, easily making it all the way to the top. Now, the final was going to take place, and he was fighting Heihachi - The perfect vengeance plan was going to unfold.

As he walked towards the fighting ground, but instead of his father, he saw a beautiful woman, looking distraught. She looked small, and frail, and completely out of place - Yet at soon as he he linked eyes with her, they both froze in place. “Kazuya...?” he heard you whisper out his name. He couldn’t believe it. The woman, grown, so ethereal before his very eyes -- It was the cute little girl that would hug him and kiss him all the time, that he would play tag and chase around the garden... And she would always praise him when he’d show off, training at the dojo. “You’re alive...! You’re alive, I can’t believe it!” “What are you doing here?” he asked, only to see his father’s silhouette prancing behind you, his large hand over your shoulder, gripping tight enough to make you whimper.

It turns out, Heihachi had his men kidnap you and keep you guarded, used as bait for Kazuya, just to make sure he was truly dead. Surely, if he wasn’t, he’d fight tooth and nail against him, just to save his beloved from the grasp of the monster, otherwise, he would kill you also, and he would have to watch the life leave your very eyes.

Even more enraged than before, Kazuya destroyed the traitor that his father was, and in the most symbolistic act of revenge, he threw him off the very same cliff from which he, himself, had been thrown. He then made his way back to your side, and though almost afraid at first, he pulled you into a tight embrace, astounded at feeling your heart beating against his chest so rapidly. “Why did you never tell me you were alive? I missed you so much...” you muttered, resting your forehead against his torso. “I was afraid you might become a target, meant to get to me. I did not want people to know I was still alive. Now that I have finally gotten my revenge, I can take over the company and live a normal life... If you’ll still have me.” he cupped your face, and glued his forehead to your own - For the first time since that day, 21 years ago, he achieved true peace. “There’s nothing else that I would love more than to spend every day of my life by your side.” Kazuya was happy. Truly happy.

--- KUNIMITSU

Kunimitsu tried, yet failed once again, to steal Yoshimitsu’s legendary sword. She had failed her mother’s wishes once more, and she was more evil than ever. In her blind, rageful plight, she didn’t realise she rammed hard into a person, stumbling together to the ground. She groaned, cursing herself for not paying attention, and getting up, she looked to see what victim she made - It was a man, struggling to get up.

She said nothing - Instead, she wanted to turn about and leave, but the gasp of pain as the man couldn’t get up, made her feel guilty. Men must live with the consequences of their actions - She remembers her Master’s teachings, and she put the man on her back and said no word - Yet they reached no settlement, and her own home was pretty far away, so they had to camp. “Stay.” she grumbled at him, putting the man carefully on a log as she bandaged his leg and went to get some food and water.

In the meantime, you could only sit quietly and patiently until the ninja lady returned to take care of you. Though you tried to have a proper conversation with her, to explain that she needn’t take care of you and all that - She did not answer at all. Instead, she got up. “Go sleep. I’ll keep watch.” it wasn’t easy, sleeping on the grass by the campfire, but it was the only thing you could do until she could finally get you home. But the dream world came unexpectedly faster, aided by the sweet sound of a flute melody playing ever so soothingly, accompanied only by the silent breeze and the choir of toads and crickets.

The next day, the ninja went to get some food so you wouldn’t leave the place on an empty stomach, but did not expect to get you attacked by petty thieves trying to rob you. “Leave him alone.” she sneered, at at the speed of light, everyone was dead, in pieces, on the ground. You couldn’t but gasp - If you had blinked, you’d have missed all the gracious moves that she had performed at the such speed - She was, by far, the most beautiful miracle that you ever experienced. “Th-Thank you...” you manage to stammer out, gulping at the intimidating ninja lady who just saved you from the threatening robbers. “Don’t thank me for taking a life.” putting out the fire, she put you on her back again, yet this time, she managed to get you back home. 

You asked if she wanted to stay the night and rest, have a proper warm meal and a comfortable bed to stay at - But she refused. She had to return to her ill mother, after all.

Watching the kunoichi disappear before your very eyes, you sighed pitifully - You know you would miss interacting with this lady, although she didn’t exactly reciprocate - But she wasn’t hostile either, so it must account for something!

Though you fell asleep to the thought of the strong ninja lady protecting you, the moment you woke up, you found on the pillow next to you, something odd. It was an origami fox, and on it, there was a name written.

Kunimitsu

--- LING XIAOYU

The two of you became immediate best friends in highschool, being in the same class - She was so beautiful, and always cheerful and positive, not to mention supportive with every of your hobbies! You had no idea she was a fighter, though the toned muscles of her slender, feminine arms should have made it obvious that she enjoyed working out, more or less.

Or perhaps you should have picked up on this thing when she’d confidently stand up for you when you’d get bullied. The way she’d beat up those jerks was outstanding, and you couldn’t but stare starstruck at her.

She’d even take you on rides on Panda whenever you’d fell down by something happening in your life  - She’d say she loves hanging out with you, because you’re nice to her all the time, and you genuinely want to see her being happy. “You’re just so pretty when you smile!” she’d say, making you feel all flustered up.

It was you, the first person who ever knew and supported her in her dream of becoming a proper fighter - But because she was a woman, her family didn’t support her. But you did. You always did, and will continue to do so. 

And you were the person that she brought along when she was finally able to join a Tekken tournament - You were worried for her, but at the same time, you were happy that she could finally accomplish her desires.

Every time she’d get hit, you cringe, feeling her pain - And every time she’d win, you’d cheer the loudest on her - And when she was finished with the fight, she’d jump-hug you and kiss your cheek.

But being such a renowned Tekken fighter meant that she often had enemies... Enemies who ended up ganging up on you and threatening you, unless you call her to get over. You refused at first, but after getting a pistol at your temple, you called Xiaoyu, telling her to meet up, but also that she’s in danger if she does.

She wasn’t afraid though. Xiaoyu is fearless - And more than anything, Xiaoyu is mad. How dare anyone harm the person she loves so much? They were going to pay for it! Dropping down from a building, she kicked and jabbed away at all the weapon-wielding villains, knocking them all down, before whistling for Panda to come over and carry the two of you away.

“Are you okay?!” she looked so upset as she hugged you tightly to her chest. “I’m so sorry I put you in danger like that! I... I didn’t think anyone would go so far! It’s not like I have any vendetta against people... Ohh, maybe we should stop being friends, I don’t want to put you in danger like that ever again!” she was so gloomy, genuinely shuddering at the idea of you being threatened like that again - So very worried, that you couldn’t help but kiss her to stop worrying so much. “It’s okay, Xiaoyu, it’s really okay. I-I knew you’d protect me. You always do... So I wasn’t afraid!” you reassured her, though your cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, and you couldn’t even meet her eyes. Xiaoyu giggled sweetly, throwing her arms around your neck and peppering your face with kisses. “That was sooo adorable~!”

[imaginative-tekken]

I would like to request nsfw one-shot with Sergei Dragunov, because I love this man. Of course, if you don't have time and you are busy, you don't have to write it, I won't be disappointed. Overall I want to say, that I Iove your blog, it's hard to find something "Tekken x reader" related these days (or I am blind)

Silent Treatment

Your heart pounded as you were shoved into a dimly lit room. The door slammed behind you and you tried to gather yourself, but you could feel panic start to build up. You had no idea where you were, or why you were here. Dread grew stronger as you looked around, the room seemed bare, except for a table and two chairs. Your thoughts began to run wild with scenarios, kidnapping? Human traffickers? Hostage situation? The door swung open and two men in uniform rushed in and slammed it behind them. One of them had rifle pointed to you. The other was yelling something you couldn’t understand, he took a step forward and placed your hands behind your head. He kicked your legs apart and then began to pat you down, probably searching for contraband, whatever was deemed that to him. The search was to intense for you, there was no doubt this man took this opportunity to grope you. When he couldn’t find anything on you, he began to rip at your jacket. After some brief struggle you managed to take a step back and unzipped it yourself. The man took it from you and quickly checked the pockets and shook it to see if anything would fall out. He said something and started to motion at you. You understood what he meant, but refused to oblige. So, like before, he took one step towards you and began ripping and pulling at your pants. You could tell if it was possessiveness or maybe pride. But against your own will you once again undressed yourself. You glared at the man as you handed you pants to him, he had a sadistic grin on his face. The bastard enjoyed this. Well, rather have all your clothes in one piece than to have them all ripped up. Of course, to add insult to injury, you were not allowed to keep your underwear. The man let out a perverted chuckle as you had to hand over your panties, you were pretty sure he sniffed them too. And with that, they left, taking every piece of clothing you had with them. You covered yourself the best you could, taking comfort in the darkness of the room. You slowly walked around the room, it wasn’t big, and seemed to only have one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was one small slit of a window high up on the wall, the only window in the room, and currently your only light source. The floor was freezing, and as you noticed that you also realized the room overall was cold. You rubbed your arms slightly. Trying not to lose any coverage of your breasts. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed a single table in the room, accompanied by one chair on each side. You pushed yourself into a corner, positioned in such a way that you could see the door. Not sure how long you were left standing alone, but after some time the light came on with a slight hum to it. Shortly after, the door clicked opened. You were expecting the same two men from before, but instead just one came into the room. The first thing you noticed was his height, well more than a head taller then others you saw. The second thing that stood out was the cold, hard look in his eyes, and the scars on his face. Your eyes widened slightly at the look of him. You felt a sense of innate fear of this man, but somehow also a mystic curiosity. He took a quick glance around the room before the located you, naked and confused in the corner. He stared at you, an indifferent look on his face. Then he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a slip of paper. He shifted his gaze from the paper to you a couple of times before showing the slightest wince at his face. Then he left. A few minutes later he returned, bringing a cup and a blanket. He put the items down on the table and sat down in one of the chairs. He gestured to you to join at the opposite side. You hesitated, but the blanket would be a very welcomed change right now. You slowly and cautiously approached the table. Without exposing yourself too much you grabbed the blanket and unfolded it. It was one of the biggest blankets you’ve seen, covering you from the shoulders almost all the way down to your ankles. It was coarse, uncomfortable, but warm.

You sat down, giving the man a cautious look before reaching for the cup. It was tea, it had a herby, slight bitter flavor. You could feel the mans eyes at you the entire time. You swallowed the tea, taking solace in the warmth that spread through your stomach. You put the cup back down and looked up at the man. Initially, you wanted to sound tough, and unafraid. But the piercing eyes of this guy made you reconsider. “why am i here?” you asked. No response. You shifted in your seat slightly, the silence making you uncomfortable. “i haven’t done anything” you continued, “i don’t know why I'm here..”. Your voice cracked slightly at the end of that sentence. There was no denying that you were still scared. No change in the man. You began to ramble, going about how you had never really committed any serious crime, maybe some shoplifting as a teenager. Or maybe some shitty behavior as a rebellious teen. In the midst of your ramble, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed that the man had gotten up. You locked eyes for a moment, without really thinking about, you were searching for any sliver of emotion on his face. None. You sniffled slightly, both from the cold and the ramble. “Am i even supposed to be here?”. He shook his head, a sense of relief came over you. For whatever reason, perhaps gratitude, perhaps relief. You leaned in and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders tightly. Without any warning, he picked you up and quickly pushed you off onto the table. He pinned your down arms over your head. You stared at each other for a moment, not really sure what to do. His expression made the slightest change, making you think he acted purely out of reflex. He loosened his grip on your wrists and began to pull back. Almost seemed a little ashamed of his outburst. You gently grabbed his hands before he had pulled away entirely. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you” you said. He stopped, and glanced over your body slightly. Feeling this strange attraction to him, despite the situation. You wiggled from side to side, causing the blanket fall off you and served now more as a table cloth than a cover. You moved your hands up to his forearms and tightened your grip, urging him closer. He leaned in a bit, as if he expected you to whisper something to him. You moved your leg up his inner thigh, and back down again. You moved your leg to the outside of his, running your ankle along his thigh and following the contour of his butt slightly. He glanced slightly towards your leg, barely moving his head. You moved your arms up and wrapped them around his back. He moved down closer, placing his face close to your neck, feeling his breathing gave you goosebumps. You dug your fingers into his coat, grasping the fabric. You let out a slight gasp as you pulled on him a little more. He gave a barely audible grunt as you did. He turned his head more, grazing his lips against your neck. He seemed hesitant on whether or not he should kiss you. You moved one hand to the back of his neck, playing slightly with his hair. You put your other hand inside his coat, feeling around at his torso. You could feel his muscles in more detail, and his warmth was comforting. His hands trailed down your sides. His touch was surprisingly light, the leather of his gloves was cold but soft. Once his hands reached your hips, he firmly grabbed each side and pulled you down further on the table. Until you were aligned with the edge of it. He raised himself up and removed his gloves, maintaining eye contact as he did so. He tossed them aside and lowered himself over you once again. You subconsciously held your breath as he descended. He put his face close to yours, so close that your noses almost touched. You spent a few moments just looking at each other. You hesitantly reached your head up and kissed him. For a moment, he did not reciprocate, but he eventually leaned into it. He gently grabbed your chin. His skin felt warm and slightly rough, the feeling gave you slight tingles.

He reached up his other hand and carefully caressed your neck. His touch was light as a feather as he trailed his hand down over your collarbone, tracing his fingers between your breasts. He stroked one of your breasts with his palm, you could feel your nipple stiffen under his hand. He moved his other from your and grabbed the back of your neck as he began to make out more aggressively. You gasped slightly at the change of pace. You began to unbutton his shirt, fumbling a little as you did. You hadn't noticed until now that your hands were shaking a bit. You opened most of the buttons, leaving the top two because you didn't want to fiddle with the tie too much. You wrapped your arms around him again, the warmth of his body welcomed. You traced your hands around his torso, this skin was much softer than his hands. You tried to pull him down closer to you, longing to feel his warmth against your still cold body. He did not budge to your will. Instead he let go of your breast and moved his hand down to your legs. He grabbed the backside of your thigh firmly, and moved your leg sideways away from him. You felt exposed as you could feel your labia separate, you shivered as the cold air hit your dampened slit. You kept your leg as far out as he had placed to the best of your extent. He maintained a somewhat firm grip of your thigh as he moved his hand further down towards your pelvis. You jolted a little as you felt two of his fingers make contact with your vulva. He stroked you up and down, spreading your lips apart more and searched for your clit. You noticed that you were more wet than you thought. His fingers ran over your clit a few times before he began to prod your opening, pushing very lightly but not letting one of fingers enter yet. You wiggled your hips and thrusted slightly. Trying in vain to cause penetration. You moved your hands from his back and began to work on his belt. You groaned into him as you did. As you managed to undo his belt and unzipped his pants, he moved his hand from behind your neck and grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head. He broke the kiss for the first time since it started, he immediately moved his head to the side of your neck. Kissing and nibbling at it before moving on to your collarbone, giving it the same treatment. While at the same time he prodded at your hole, and stroking his two finger up to your clit, squeezing it between his fingers before moving them back to your hole again. That process was a teasing repetition. He stopped kissing you, raising himself up a bit and just looked at you. Still repeating the process on your increasingly soaking pussy. He kept looking you up and down for a few more seconds, causing you to blush. After those few seconds he lowered himself and began to lick at and around your nipple, giving you more goosebumps. You gasped and wiggled side to side. No matter how you wiggled or moved, he managed to keep pace with you. Leaving no escape from the sensations he caused you. Without the satisfaction of penetration, it became almost unbearable. It only became worse when he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking at it forcefully and flicking his tongue on it. You arched your back in response, wrapping the leg he didn't move over his lower back. Keeping your other leg dutifully out to side where he had placed it. He switched between your breasts, sucking, flicking and occasionally gently biting them. You moved your head from side to side, not sure what to do with yourself as he continued his damned teasing. It's been a while since you've longed this much for someone to enter you. You let out your first audible moan as you felt him finally push his fingers inside you. He slowly and almost infuriatingly carefully pushed them all the way inside, pressing on your clit with palm, making a half circle motion with it. He pulled them back out halfway before moving them back in, making that half circle motion with his palm every time he reached full depth.

He began to switch between orally teasing your nipples to kissing and nibbling at your neck as he increased the pace with his fingers. He kept this up until you. finally whimpered, whispering a plea to him to take you. He pulled his fingers out entirely, once again squeezing your clit between his fingers before he moved them away entirely. He casually wiped your juices off on your thigh, then he reached up and loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt you had left. Then he reached down, and you felt a tingle as you saw him fumble his cock out from his underwear. You locked your lips in anticipation as you watched him stroke his already hard cock. You tried to get your hands free again, but he would not let you. You put your leg that you had kept out the side, behind his thighs just beneath his butt. You squeezed your legs around him, trying to get him closer. And to your joy, he obliged. He took barely a half step forward, and that was enough for his hot tip to rub against your soaked slit. It was sliding against it in the same way his fingers had. You tried your best to position your hips so that you could get him inside you. He placed his hand next you on the table. He then proceeded to slowly make a thrusting motion, sliding his hard, warm member up and down your pussy. Making you twitch every time his glands moved across your clit, more intense as he moved it down, catching your clit on the edge of his tip, making it flick as it got released. No matter how you tried you couldn't get him in, you had to wonder how he could maneuver himself so quickly. You couldn't do much but helplessly whimper and moan as he was relentlessly teasing you. You started to beg, giving out whimpering little whispers about how much you wanted him to take you. In response all he did was to rub his dick against you faster and leaned down and kissed you again, drowning out your silent pleas into a muffled mumble. You arched your back, trying to wiggle your arms free. But this mans grip proved to be impossible to get out of. It was both exciting and scary to be at his mercy like this. Your pussy contracted every time his tip touched your hole, aching for him to take you. He started to prod at your hole, pushing his tip halfway in at most. You tensed in anticipation, once again trying to move your hips to get him in deeper. But he still managed to maneuver around you. Each time you tried to plea he silenced you with another kiss. You squeezed your legs around him, trying to pull hum in closer. He didn't budge. He adjusted his hand, improving his grip around your wrists. You opened and closed your hands a few times, increasing the blood flow to them. He took his other hand and started to fondle and play with your breasts again. This went on for a few moments. He stopped. You made eye contact with him. He gave a hint of a smirk and moved his hand from your breast to your chin, gently bur firmly grabbing it, making sure you maintained eye contact with him. That slight smirk grew ever so little as he finally began to push his way inside. He moved painstakingly slowly, creeping further and further in inch by inch. He managed to reach deeper inside than any other man before. Dammit, nothing about this man was small. The depth he reached was on the verge of discomfort, it would have been a different sensation had it not been for the amount of teasing he had given you. He pulled himself out almost all the way, and pushed it back in with a grunt. He gradually worked up a higher pace. His grip on your chin tightened as he started to go harder. The table started to creek underneath you. You clenched your fists in a reflective move to hold on to something. He kept a steady and decently fast pace. Not jack hammering, but not going at a snails pace either. He let go of your chin and stroked the side of your neck lightly. It gave you shivers. He lent down and kissed your neck, giving it multiple pecks before moving up and kissing you on the lips.

His tongue was playing inside your mouth, once again muffling your moans. He moved his hand from your neck to your breasts, fondling them as he thrusted harder. You once again wanted to held on as the table was moving beneath you. But the best you could do was to squeeze your legs around him harder. Trying to gain some supporting for your rocking body. He broke the kiss and started to nip at you neck, grazing his teeth against your skin. His breath was hot against your skin, making you shiver slightly. He picked up his pace some more, methodically working his speed up until you thought the table would fold underneath you. You groaned as he slamming into you, you felt his lips graze against your cheek. You somewhat expected him to kiss you again, but he didn't. He instead kissed your neck, giving you a few pecks before planting his lips on you and sucked at your skin. The thought of a hickey crossed your mind slightly, though it vanished it quickly as he sped up even more. Just for a few thrusts, then he slammed hard into you. He grunted as gave a couple of hard but spaced apart thrusts, hard enough to move you on the table. He stopped suddenly with his whole length inside you and exhaled deeply. You thought that he had finished and felt a bit of disappointment as you got there yet. He raised himself up from you, his one hand still firm around your wrists. He moved his other hand to underneath your lower back. You arched your back to be cooperate, and dropped your legs from around him. He gently pulled you up from the table, making you stand in front of him. You made eye contact briefly, still a little bit winded. You felt his hot rod poke your lower abdomen. He let go of your wrist and put your arms down along your sides, then he firmly grasped your shoulders and turned you around. Your grasped at his arms briefly, trying to get him to hold you. He put one hand and the other between your shoulder blades, and with a firm but also gentle push, bent you forward over the table. Instinctively, you placed your hands down on either side of you. He grabbed your hips and positioned himself behind you, you wiggled your hips slightly side to side in anticipation. He bent down over you, moved your hair out of the way and kissed your neck again. You arched your back to make some more skin contact and feel some warmth. He caressed the front of your thighs, trailing his hands up your torso and squeezed your breasts softly. His hands trailed up around your shoulders and down your upper arms, which he pinned closer to your sides. He grabbed your hands and folded your arms behind your back. He really had a thing about immobilizing your hands huh? He took a step closer behind you, you could feel his wet dick brush up against your butt cheek. He placed one foot between your feet and kicked your legs apart further. He slid his dick up and down your soaked slit. You exhaled shakily as you awaited his second entrance. He prodded you a few times again, making you thrust your hips back with impatience. You thought you heard the faintest chuckle as he obliged and slowly pushed his way inside once again. Your inside adjusted to embrace him easier this time. As he began to build up his pace, he leaned over and kissed your withers, along with a light bite. He started go harder and faster. He trailed one hand around one of your hips down to your pussy, where he delicately but meticulously searched for your clit. Once he found it, he began to go through various ways of rubbing it. Checking your reactions closely. You audibly sputtered out "oh god" as he tried an oval pattern, rubbing it mainly up and down. He was rubbing it in a pace that matched his thrusting. He variated in hardness, pressing his fingers down harder or lighter as he saw fit. You tried your best to keep your bearing, but it was challenging to stay on your toes and not flop onto the table entirely. Especially as your legs grew shakier as you got closer and closer to finishing.

He must have noticed, he started to rub you faster. Making you whimper out a few cusses. You groaned as you drew closer to climax. Panting out a squeaky plea for him to rub just a little harder, to add just a little more pressure. And he did. You moaned audibly from it. He leaned down on top of you, and bit your neck tenderly. It made you moan. He leaned in closer to your ear and shushed you. The dull "shhhh" sent a tingle down your back. You heard him groan quietly. After which he applied a little more pressure on you clit and rubbed just a bit faster. For some reason you tried to resist, however you could feel it was useless as you had been dancing on edge for a bit now. You put you focus on your pleasure more than holding your stance against him, or the volume you might produce. Although it wasn't in a way sweet victory, it was at least sweet surrender. As you allowed yourself to relax, you finally crossed the threshold and had a leg quivering orgasm. Moaning loudly as you tensed, twitched and almost bucked at a point. But his arm around you hip gave him enough of a grip to hold on to you quite well. And he did stop rubbing, dragging your orgasm out as much as he could. He kept going 'til you legs gave way, had it not been for the table you had been a shaky wet mess on the floor now. You couldn't remember the last time you. came this hard. You had to beg him to stop, pleading with him you couldn't cum anymore. He kissed your neck and you feel a smirk on his face as he continued. He didn't stop rubbing you until your voice gave way as well and your last plea was a shaky voice cracked "goddamn aaaaah". You tried to catch your breath as you still got some tingling from his thrusting. You heard him grunt as he picked up his pace. You subconsciously gave some whimpered moans. He paced suddenly slowed to some hard but spaced apart thrusts. He pulled out and you could hear as he worked on himself for just a few seconds before feeling some warm streaks land on your back, until now you hadn't really considered where he was going to finish or a place you could have requested him to. It was just all in the moment. You could feel him let go of your wrists as he stood back upright again. You placed your hands on either side next to you, and in vain tried to get up. Your arms were as shaky as the rest of you. You felt the blanket land on your back. You hadn't really noticed its absence. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders with the blanket, wrapping it around you. Before he helped you up. It was a gentle gesture you hadn't really expected. As you stood he turned you around and gave you a final kiss on the mouth before helping you down on a chair. He then gathered his things he had taken off, patted down his uniform and left. You looked to the door. Still winded, and with a dry throat. Some minutes passed before another man stepped in. He looked around the room, you. followed his gaze and only now realized that the two cups and the contents were a mess on the floor. It made you blush. The man looked at you, while you looked back at him. Red faced, winded and exhausted. He slowly walked up to the table, and told you with an accent thick as concrete "i will escort you back from where they took you, miss". With that he put your belongings on the table and left you to get dressed. Before he went out the door he told you to knock when you were ready. You got dressed as quickly as possible and walked a few laps around the table to get your bearings back before you went to the door and tried to give three hard knocks. They weren't hard, your legs may have recovered but your hands and arms were still shaky. The door opened and the same man from a moment ago was waiting for you. "Great. Follow me". You went alongside him through various hallways. When you finally reached an exit, you looked down the adjacent corridor and sure as hell. There he was.

Talking to, or more so being talked to, by some other guy. He spared you a glance, with the faintest of smiles. But other than that there wasn't a single trace on him about your recent encounter. Your escort noticed this as he lead you outside. He doubted for a moment, but spoke up anyway. "I hope he wasn't too bad with you in there. He has tendency to be..." he fumbled for the word. "Cruel". "No no, I'm just... still nervous". You responded. Your escort nodded in response as you thought to yourself. "Oh, he was cruel alright. Damn cruel. But sooo good".

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

Me having the urge to make a Sergei Dragunov x Tekken Male reader

I kinda want to make a MTF reader story as well

I need to make more gender neutral stories 💀‼️I might have some save in my drafts

Kinda want to make a "x black male reader" too as a half black man myself

[iris-of-bliss]

Choose wisely!

[kaytheumbreon]

These are headcanons that I’ve put on wattpad. I may put them here later but I’m on mobile and don’t have the ability to make them look nice. Anyway, I hope you enjoy them ♡*(ू•‧̫•ू⑅)

[mikovwrites]

Chapter 7 of "Cold Truth" is Up!

[mikovwrites]

Sergei Dragunov is making me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling. :"(

Chapter 3 of "Cold Truth" is up!

[mikovwrites]

"Cold Truth" Chapter 6 is here.

Your weekly dose of yandere tender loving husband Sergei Dragunov is here.

[mikovwrites]

If Sergei Dragunov ever decided to post an ASMR video of him making a cup of sbiten, just know that I'll be the one who give him at least half a million views.

Another chapter of my husband Sergei Dragunov has been updated. Enjoy!

[mikovwrites]

My Husband Sergei Dragunov looks so good in Tekken 8!!!

I posted the second chapter. Enjoy!

[mikovwrites]

What breed of a dog do you think Sergei Dragunov would be?

Personally, I'd think of him as a West Siberian Laika as he is silent but I headcanon him as affectionate and devoted as well.

[fire-hashira]

Just a few Dragunov hc

I feel like he'd be a quiet but compassionate lover, after getting to know you, trusting you, and slowly loving you he'd be extremely protective of you, not letting you out of his sight, he'll listen to your every problem

its quite fun to do quiet activities with him, playing with trains or making model anything, just music playing, snacks laid out and you two enjoying each others company

he'll teach you self defense!! man is protective of you, it hurts him if you get hurt, and no do not ask him how to use a gun, he's not letting you cause mayhem

its short I know