#white reaper dragunov

[anestofocs]

(Closed Rp with @white-reaper-dragunov )

Years before The White Angel of Death and The Mocking Demon were even concepts, There was just, Sergei Dragonuv and Ayato Lee. Two college aged men whose lives would change, one idle morning in Russia..

Ayato was double checking everything he was meant to bring this morning for his first day at College, though some wondered why the young 18 year old decided to study buisness in Russia and not somewhere warmer. Yet Ayato had been adament and Chaolan wasn't someone who'd deny his son anything. At least that was the pretence given. In reality. Russia just happened to be far away that the Mishima Zaibatsu and this strange "Ogre" wouldn't find him. "Let's see, Bag, books, binder's on.." He muttered, adjusting his scarf, Ayato took a deep breath and left the apartment he was staying and headed for the college building. In his rush to make sure he was early enough. Ayato foolishly bumped into someone much taller then him.

"Выключено", извините!" Ayato apologised in his, not quite-yet fluent Russian.

[sumiiregarii]

@white-reaper-dragunov asked : hc + 💕

Asuka. . . doesn't know a lot about love in the romantic sense. She gets crushes, but she's more likely to shove it deep down and forcefully get over it than pursue. She's never put too much focus on it as a teenager, since she was too busy ' peace keeping ', and now as an adult, she feels a bit like it's unnecessary to push herself into dating. Although, former classmates do tend to drag her into group dates.

She does ADMIRE a few fighters in the tournament. For example, Asuka would never miss a King fight on T.V. She's been in the crowd a couple of times too, she's a huge fan. Asuka admires people like Shaheen ( see his ending ), Lars, Lee, and Zafina. She thinks Raven is a cool ninja-guy and Victor is a protagonist straight out of a bond movie and a video game.

↳ Thematic Headcanons :: accepting !

[solidsmax]

Dragunov | Tekken 8 ↳ WHITE REAPER

[thekingsofironfist]

"Well then, @white-reaper-dragunov what are your intentions towards my darling boy?"

[afvisende]

Just a short one-shot of Dragunov developing a bit of a belly after giving into cravings after being on leave. This was inspired from conversing with and the lovely art made by @machabre Please support content creators and offer kind words of encouragement when able, it can make a person's entire day brighter!

It's not oft the White Angel of Death was caught unaware. This, however, was one of those exceptionally rare instances. Low but no less audible, a grunt rumbled from the depths of his larynx. No matter how much he tugged on the fabric, the shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of newly gained flesh.

Being on leave this long resulted in some indulgences. Only a few he kept telling himself, but the result contradicted his internalized musings. Abdominal muscles once sculpted to perfection had faded, in its place was a tiny, but notable paunch. Dragunov slumped onto his sofa, icy blue hues peering at his rounded midsection. Lips arched downward into a slight frown. He couldn't stand the notion of former adversaries catching a glimpse of him now. It's even more disconcerting that upon sitting, the shirt rode higher. He discarded the idea of combating the clothing, leaving his pale belly exposed to the air. At the very least, he was in the comfort and privacy of his own abode with no prying eyes. Absentmindedly, his palm strayed to the curvature of his stomach, patting it a few times, before he gave it a full rub. Since when had it grown to this size? Those confections he denied himself for the sake of his training, his moderation in the consumption of such sweets, not having to concern himself with it anymore resulted in excess that currently showed on his frame. On that subject, his belt felt strangely tight too. The buckle dug uncomfortably into his underbelly, so he sought relief in the simplest manner. Digits deftly worked to unfasten the belt, but also undo the button of his pants. Heaved a euphoric sigh of relief, no longer within the confines of his restrictive garb. Dark brows furrowed in discontentment. How had he failed to notice? Most importantly, when did he allow himself to get this carried away? His fingers prodded and later pinched at the soft layer of mass. There was one thing he didn't lament and that was satisfying those cravings he rejected in favor of unflagging abstinence. This was merely a consequence of mild carelessness, one he'd easily remedy if desired. Little did the White Reaper know that passerby who saw him several days ago purchasing the decadent delights that resulted in his newfound conundrum, found it incredibly endearing on such a strong and sturdy chassis. Could he ever acclimate to this? His hand rested on the slope of his gut as he began to recollect a peculiar instance where two individuals kept eyeing him shyly. In hindsight, he wondered why both averted their gaze when he caught them staring? The reason became apparent to him, his belly protruded from the tight shirt he had on that day. It was part of the reason why their cheeks were flushed a deep crimson other than the sight of his scarred and pulchritudinous features. After all, Dragunov was an incredibly handsome man, his countenance as angelic as his feared moniker. Was he being too harsh on himself for his intemperance? Had he not earned it after all his exploits and achievements? Well-deserved it was, perhaps, he could warm up to it as much as the faces of those two he spotted at the bakery. On a personal note, he wondered if he'd ever see them again at the same location? He hoped a nod of acknowledgment wouldn't scare them off next time unlike his frigid glower. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't despise his predicament.

[littledancingphoenix]

What Kind of Love Are You?

Love That Lasts

Love unconditional, love unfailing, you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best - of you, and them. It will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet - you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. The way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

tagged by @theashen-fox

thank you! <3

tagging: @demonsfate @sumiiregarii @prettyboywarrior @thekingofmuses @white-reaper-dragunov @anestofocs @unshackled-instinct @bittcnneck and anyone else who'd like to try! <3

[littledancingphoenix]

@white-reaper-dragunov 🤍

*humming while building model tanks*

[anestofocs]

@white-reaper-dragunov Continuing from here~

Another message from Yuki arrived a good few minutes later.

"She's well and says hi. :3 Closing shall be in an hour. Then about half an hour for me and the others to clean an' bank up the earnings. See you then."

Seems like everything was going well at the haven. No troubles, an unexpected family reunuion. All was well.

[anestofocs]

( @girlsfightingarena @thekingsofironfist @white-reaper-dragunov Continuing from these threads: Your safe now: Sergei/Yuki , A night at the haven: Anna and Yuki and Papa bear: Yuki and Chaolan)

Yuki was making his way towards the sounds of were he heard the distant voices of Anna and Stteve, thankfully his room wasn't that far from the garage. His once beloved motor bike had to stay somewhere when not in use. His hand still entwined with Sergei's. Strong as he was alone, the current events left him not wanting to be apart from his protective love. Stopping by the open door that lead from the mansion proper to the garage, He gave a weak smile for his half brother and dear aunt. This wasn't quite what he wanted for a big family reunion. But it was better then Steve and him going back there

"Hey Anna, Hey Steve. I imainge ya both got a lot of questions." Yuki spoke softly, looking apologetic even though he had no hand in this and was just another victim.

[anestofocs]

Yuki was focused on the task ahead. Even if he wanted to talk to Sergei. But that could wait until after they had cleared out the Tekken Force's presence.

Firing at the first few soilders he spotted in his sights. Yuki switched to his smaller handgun and some knives. Knowing that their position wouldn't be secure for long.

As much as Sergei wanted to talk to Yuki about what happened years ago, there was still work to be done. Luckily, the Russian was ready for the fight ahead and was prepared to do it all by Yuki's side. There was something heartwarming about fighting alongside his past love. Sergei shrugged off his jacket and got ready to take down the remaining Tekken force.

[anestofocs]

What Kind of love are you?

Tagged by: @white-reaper-dragunov and @littledancingphoenix

Yuki:

Love that protects

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past ; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

Trudy:

love that strengthens

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

Bee:

Also love that Strengthens

Bloom System:

love that heals

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

Tagging: Any who wish to join in!

[anestofocs]

(Closed rp thread with @white-reaper-dragunov )

Pre Tekken 4/Post Tekken 3

It was a calm, silent night. The first in a while after Yuki discovered his half sister and biological father. When he lost said father when he sacrificed himself to save his kids. Adding to the turmoil was that his boyfriend, Sergei had been more secretive and withdrawn then usual. Both had been busy even before Yuki had to rush to Japan. Sergei was a soilder, Yuki was getting his new club up and running, alongside his less then legal activity as the "Mocking Demon". Yet lately they had seen less and less of each other.

Shaking his head, Yuki brushed those tthoughts away. He had a job to do. A high ranking "diplomat" and her cronies had been terrorising the local honeless population. Snatching some off the street, all while keeping plausible deniabilty. Unfortunately for her two things got him involed. One,her minions hadn't escaped his intelligence ring"s notice. Two, a customer paid the demon a good deal of money to kill the diplomat.

Garbbed in his tactical gear, a full covering outfit, Yuki stared down the scope of his sniper rifle, signature mask popped up onto his head so he could make his shot. The woman, A Russian currently traveling to her car was right in his sights.

"Got you." He murmured, firing at her from a distance. It was clean hit. But did alert her guards. So Yuki popped his mask back on and ran...

..Unaware that an Angel was on the hunt.

[anestofocs]

" I know but at the time logic went out the window, because you, a very cute guy were giving me a masage and oop binder strap." Ayato chuckled. He noticed the time as well and while he ould love tp ask Sergei to stay the night. He knew that'd raise too many questions. So reluctantly, he stopped cuddling his new love once Sergei mentioned he needed to head back to his dorm.

"Okay, see you tomrrow Sergei, hope you manage to sleep well."

"It wasn't my place to question you. Any answer you would've given me I had to accept. You didn't owe me any explanation if you didn't want to give one."

Sergei looked at the time and noticed it was pretty late. He needed to return to his dorm room before they locked down the campus. "I need to go. I'll come by tomorrow after training."

[anestofocs]

"Thanks!" Ayato beamed, he was certainly very cheery now. Sergei's compliment and acceptance of who he was made him happy. He could tell that this was going to be a love that lasts. Kissing the taller man's cheek once more, he couldn't help but keep his smile.

"When you gave me that massage yesterday, I sorta panicked lied about it being a tank top. Not that I didn't trust you. Just a few bad experiences before you and my foster family."

Sergei was a bit saddened by the fact that Ayato had to wait for his surgery. He made a mental note to do some research of his own to try and speed up the process. But for now, he was going to support his love the best he could.

"I will say your binder and hoodie hide your chest very well. I never noticed them before." He spoke softly in hopes of cheering Ayato up.

[anestofocs]

"I have and I'm on a waiting list for surgey. The problem is that the list is long and not even my Dad's money can change it." Ayato sighed. As he was still technically a citizen of Northern Ireland due to his shitty adoptive parents, he had to deal with the wait.

"But when I do get it, they'll take away the excess breast tissue and aside from two new tinier scars, nobody will ever know I was born with big jugs." He chuckled, having a good humour around his chest and scars at least.

Sergei looked at Ayato's chest out of reflex but looked away quickly, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable. "Have you considered surgery?"

Sergei was aware that transsexuals undergo surgery to either have body parts taken off or placed on them to feel more like themselves. He wasn't judging Ayato whatsoever, but he wanted to know what the smaller man would do.

[anestofocs]

Ayato chuckled as he was lifted, sneaking in some kisses before being set down. An empathic wince given for the pops and cracks of his love's back. Streching to make himself feel more awake, Ayato's own back crackled now and then. Though thakfulky he wasn't wearing his binder today.

Taking off the big hoodie, he revealed a tank top , his scars and his chest size. Small enough to hide but big enough to caue him backpain.

"Oof can't wait to get rid of these, then no more hiding my bod."

Sergei gave a small smile and pat Ayato's head, nodding as a signal he slept just fine. The Russian man wasn't one to speak right after waking up. He picked up Ayato and placed him on the couch beside him, stretching his back and hearing multiple cracking/popping noises.