#hwoarang

[hobodante]

god i wish that were me

#gaming #fighting games #tekken #hwoarang #namco #arcade #fgc

[razerathane]

From the Korean Tekken 8 Preorder Command Book.

#tekken #tekken 8 #hwoarang #bandai namco #bamco #hey harada #HEY HARADA. #I COULD USE A THICC ARTBOOK WITH THE CONCEPT ART OF EVERY CHARACTER. I CAN HAS? #HARADA #WE NEED THE ARTBOOK THANKS

[dahliawilder]

Part 2! (I love them all)

#tekken8 #tekken fanart #tekken #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #jun kazama #kazuya mishima #lili de rochefort #asuka kazama

[strangledwires]

JIN SMILING AT HIS FRIENDS

#tekken #jin kazama #gif #gif set #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #my edits #tekken 8 #tekken 4 #tekken 8 spoilers #t8 spoilers

[shadisbizarreartventure]

Happy Tekken 8 day, everybody

#tekken 8 #tekken #fanart #artists on tumblr #jin kazama #reina #alisa bosconovitch #lars alexandersson #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #seriously tekken 8 is incredible go play it

[run2thesky]

Jin vs Hwoarang - 「 TEKKEN 8 」

#tekken #tekken 8 #jin kazama #hwoarang #gamingedit #dailygaming #my gaming stuffs

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊!

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⨾ hwoarang’s the most conceited man you’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing, and he’s in dire need of a humbling experience.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ⨾ ( 1K+ words of . . . ) ‘maek’ hwoarang x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, canon-divergent modern tekken-verse, super short porn with very little plot, rivals trope (enemies fucking it out!!!), dark-content warning for (dubcon), dom!reader, sub!hwoarang, cowgirl position, hwoarang calls reader a ‘bitch’ once, explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread, minors shoo!

𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! ⨾ i’ve been playing tekken for years now, and my crush on hwoarang only ever grows! there isn’t much content/fics for the fandom, so i went ahead to add my two cents >.< i just wanna see this man beg for mercy . . . a girl can dream. this is for all my tekken lovers and hwoarang girlies! now, please enjoy my little smut-piece for this sexy bastard of a man! ❤︎

“ooh, shit!”

hwoarang swearing is nothing new. it’s all the writhing and trembling that you haven’t seen before— something you had the very honor of prying out of him.

you're unsure whether you’d call this a punishment or reward; you riding him. it was supposed to quiet him down, make him behave a little, but the warm embrace of your cunt only has him losing his head.

as for a vulnerable hwoarang, he isn’t sure he can take much more of this . . . of you. whenever you bounce in his firm, wide lap, his own hips start to buck upwards in pure desperation. you maintain a steady, trustful control; sinking down on him before lifting yourself up, just to slam your ass back down on him all over again. his rippled abdomen trembles every time your buttcheeks jiggle and clap down on him.

“fuckin’ hell,” he whines aloud. you shoot him a smile, one so sickly sweet that it makes his cock jump. hwoarang’s terribly gullible beneath you, noises spilling from his raw throat as he twitches like a virgin. whatever happened to that attitude of his, you wonder? that big fat fucking mouth that got him underneath you in the first place? though you surely don’t mind his sensitivity— it only means the reins have officially been handed over to you.

“you seem to be enjoying yourself,” is your soft coo against the shell of his pierced ear. “what, don’t hate me anymore?” the teasing puff of your breath against his neck makes him fight back a moan, trapping it behind a puffy bitten lip. his hands, large and scattered with veins, grip fervently at your waist, the soft warm-brown flesh spills through his thick fingers. you feel his cock throb and jump within your tight pussy. you’re taking him in, clenching around him, swallowing him whole.

“goddamn it, you bitch, you’re gonna be the death of me!” hwoarang cries out, he just can’t seem to help it. he’s never been one to contain himself, anyway. stray pieces of his ginger dyed hair fall aloof from his half-bun and scatter onto his sweat-sheen forehead. the veins in his sculpted arms bulge as he begins to hold you tight, bouncing you up and down on his girthy cock. you fall forward onto him, face planted against his broad chest. “mm, that’s it— fuck me jus’ like that!” you spur him on, tongue flicking out to graze his nipple. the whine he lets out in response is delicious.

hwoarang’s pace grows quicker, more undoing. he pistons his dick into with an urgency; a speed that has you resting against his chest, moaning into his strained neck. you grind your hips down, making it possible for him to slot in deeper than before. with every swirl of your hips, his cocky disposition crumbles into nothing. the man’s needy, melting before you. he’s lava-hot, a fiery magma that pours itself into your open palms.

it’s abrupt when hwoarang cums— mouth agape with deep groans spilling past, brows twisted and raised, fingers pressing against your flesh as if his hold on you is the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. he thrusts upwards, and three— no, four thick loads are emptied into your fluttering cunt with each desperate raise of his pelvis. it’s only after you’re filled to the brim that he thinks to pull out.

he’s panting. you are too. his grip softens, and his calloused palms smooth over the round globes of your asscheeks. you bring your manicured hand to brush down his firm bicep. his embrace might’ve actually been enjoyable if you didn’t find him to be so . . . hateable.

“i didn’t finish,” your voice breaks the post-silence. his brows furrow, and he delivers a smack to your ass.

“that’s ’cause you’re never satisfied.” he’s quick to bite, back to his snappy bullshit as always.

“no,” you lift yourself from the broad surface of his sweat-sheen chest, straddling over him once again. “it’s because you weren’t good enough. god, you always make me do everything myself,” you touch around to find his semi-hard cock, wrapping your fingers around the sticky base of it. he’s still erect enough for you to get your fill. when you slot his cockhead against your entrance and press him back inside, the weakest groan escapes him. his hands fly up in surrender, eyes hazy as he watches you get back to bouncing down on him.

“f—fuck you,” he seethes through grit teeth, adam’s apple bobbing from within his throat. “mm, fuck you too.” your tone wavers, on the borderline of a moan. your full breasts sway as you rock forward, chasing the right spot with the prodding of his spent cock. with him knowing you, there’ll be at least three more rounds until you’re satiated.

good thing he’s got all the fighter’s stamina to spare.

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[evilwvergil]

Take a stand against your fate. ↳ : 鉄 拳 T E K K E N  8

#tekken #tekken 8 #jin kazama #reina mishima #hwoarang #gamingedit #my gifs #I'd like to do more Tekken gifs as I am Tekken fans for years even it seems that not many people would love to see my Tekken edit on Tumblr #I did some Tekken fan arts on Twitter it's welcome to visit there if you like my art #thank you for the love

[solidsmax]

TEKKEN 8 - Opening Movie

#tekken #gamingedit #dailygaming #flashing gif #solidedit #tekkenedit #tekken 8 #gif #lars alexandersson #lee chaolan #leroy smith #leo kliesen #zafina #claudio serafino #hwoarang

[roguerambles]

All Morning

Tekken - Jin Kazama x Reader x Hwoarang

Warnings - 18+Only.

Writer's Block still has me in a chokehold, but with Tekken 8 coming SOON, I wanted to try something short and fluffy with these two.

I've said it before, but there is a criminal lack of Tekken x Reader out there and we as a society should rectify this post-haste--

Enjoy the Rambles!

-

You awoke to the sounds of Jin and Hwoarang fighting.

This was hardly an unusual occurrence, but you had been greatly looking forward to a long, peaceful, lazy morning, and they had promised to behave. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to will yourself back into slumber--

"You are doing it wrong--"

"Outta the way!"

"Pitiful."

"What'd you say?!"

There was a loud crash as the sound of something in your kitchen smashing on the floor made you wince, and you forced your eyes open, glowering at the ceiling as Jin and Hwoarang continued to hiss at each through the thin walls of your apartment.

One morning...just one....

A thick cloud of irritation quickly rolled over you, obscuring the bright sunshine trickling through your bedroom window. Kicking the blankets off you roughly, you swung your feet off the side of the bed, grumbling under your breath as you marched towards the door.

"I swear if you two have wrecked my kitchen again—”

You shoved the door open and marched across your living room, squinting in the glare of sunlight shining through the bay windows. Jin and Hwoarang’s heads snapped towards you, their eyes wide. The were stood across from each other, a scattered bowl at their feet, their clothes….

…covered in flour.

You stared at Jin and Hwoarang, who both stared back, mutely. You were beginning to think you were still asleep.

It was Jin who spoke first, his voice a low, irritated huff as he stepped around Hwoarang, kneeling down to begin clearing up the shattered bowl on the kitchen floor. “Now look what you’ve done.” He snapped at the red haired man. Hwoarang’s expressed soured as tore his gaze away from you to glower at Jin.

“What did you say?! You sayin this is my fault—”

“Yes.”

“Why I outta--!”

“Are you two making pancakes?”

Both men fell silent once more. You stared at them, then at the cluttered countertop – eggs, mixing bowls, an unholy amount of flour and sugar and strawberry syrup—

“…it was his idea.” Hwoarang grumbled, scowling at a corner of the kitchen that had somehow gravely offended him. Jin shot Hwoarang an irritated glance, while you rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times afterwards at the scene before you.

…yes, definitely not dreaming.

“Do you two even know how to make pancakes?” You asked. Jin gestured towards the countertop, where Hwoarang’s phone sat.

“…Xiaoyu sent us instructions.”

Hwoarang snorted. “Yeah. Instructions. In between all the memes and emojis—”

“They are simple enough to follow, if Hwoarang would listen for once—”

“Eh?! You trying to fight—”

“Why are you making pancakes in the first place?”

Both men fell silent again. Jin stared somewhere above your head, while Hwoarang rubbed the back of his neck. They seemed…bashful.

You folded your arms, realisation beginning to dawn on you, a smile twitching onto your lips. “Guys….”

“We have not had a morning together in some time.” Jin said finally, beginning to look slightly sheepish. “I…thought it would be…nice.”

…God, you adored those beautiful fools.

Smiling, you stepped around the counter, leaning up to softly brush your lips against Jin’s cheek. His eyes widened slightly, the faintest tint of red on his skin. “You’re sweet.” You murmured in his ear. He chuckled slightly, his palm sliding over to your hip.

“Hey.” Hwoarang cut in, lips tugging downwards in a sharp frown, puffing like a bird whose feathers had been thoroughly ruffled. “I helped—”

“Hardly.”

“That’s it, right here, Kazama—”

You laughed, catching Hwoarang’s forearm, tugging him towards you so you could press a kiss to his jawline. He grumbled, glaring at Jin over your head, his arms slipping around your waist. You trailed your fingers over his arm, while your free hand grazed slowly up Jin’s torso.

“So, if this is all for me…” You hummed thoughtfully, and both Jin and Hwoarang paused in their bickering, their heads snapping towards you as you smiled coyly at them. “…does that mean I get to make requests?”

Both men looked at each other, then back at you. “I suppose.” Jin said, stepping closer towards you, his eyes moving over you like a slow caress.

You felt Hwoarang press into your back, his rough hands sliding around your hips, a pleased grin spreading across his handsome face. “I guess.” His voice was low in your ear, wicked promises in his tone. “What is it you want, hmmmm…?”

You already had something in mind.

-

“You are so cute when you pout, Hwoarang.”

The red head responded by glowering at you from the kitchen, aggressively stirring the large mixing bowl tucked against his arm. The toned muscle of his abdomen flexed and contracted with every movement, and he turned sharply towards the back counter, giving you an uninterrupted view of his broad shoulders, the naked expanse of his back trailing down to narrow hips, his low hanging pants snuggly accentuating his perfectly formed—

“Coffee?”

You tore your eyes away from Hwoarang to get a new, equally pleasing eyeful of a half-naked Jin Kazama holding a fresh mug of coffee under your nose. You made an appreciative sound – not entirely because of the beverage – and accepted it with a smile, while Jin rolled his eyes slightly and headed back towards the kitchen to finish making breakfast. You settled back onto the couch, sipping from your mug as you admired the morning view of two unreasonably gorgeous, half-dressedmen making you pancakes.

“This isn’t what I was thinking of...” Hwoarang grumbled as Jin rejoined him in the kitchen. You smiled brightly and lifted your mug in salute.

“It’s what I was thinking.” You tilted your head, eyes trailing down Jin’s abdomen, shamelessly admiringly the way the sun caressed his flawlessly carved physique, the smooth roll of Hwoarang’s muscles beneath his smooth skin. “Although I confess, reality is better than my imagination…”

“Thank you.” Jin said, his tone dry as paper. His large hands closed around a jar of sugar, tugging the lid off – the muscles of his arms flexed and bulged downright indecently, and you knew you caught the hint of a smile on his lips as he caught your gaze lingering. Hwoarang scoffed, but you caught him tensing slightly as he reached into the cupboard, the muscles in his back flexing deliciously, his sharp gaze catching yours over his shoulder.

You were beginning to contemplate requesting to forget about breakfast entirely, but you reminded yourself to be patient.

The three of you had all morning, after all.

#tekken #tekken x reader #jin kazama #hwoarang #jin kazama x reader #hwoarang x reader #tekken fanfic #tekken fanfiction #jin kazama x reader x hwoarang #x reader

[shiroboom]

Tekken Dump 🗑️👊⚡

Hehehehe stuck in a box 😋😋😋😋

Art trade with @abysmal-eve 🫶🧡❤️💙

He's just a regular man with anger issue 😊🫶

My parents fr 🥰🫵

His sunshines...😇��

#tekken #kazuya mishima #jun kazama #jin kazama #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #paul phoenix

[razerathane]

#hwoarang #tekken #tekken 8 #*mygifs #bamco #spoilers #tekken spoilers #tekken 8 spoilers #t8 spoilers #so...... #no one's gonna talk about this huh #aight then ROFL #why did they even put him in bryan's ending I dont??? okaY

[minaillus]

tekken 8 doodles

#myart #tekken #tekken 8 #leo kliesen #hwoarang #steve fox

[elionwriter]

Yooooooooo! TEKKEN 8 IS BEYOND EPIC!!!

SPOILER WARNING

Like, ANGEL JIN?!?!

THAT fight against Kazuya!?!?!? Hello!!!

Jin quite literally fighting and accepting his inner demons! THE BLACK AND WHITE WINGS! I CANNOT!!!

Jin adopted by his two uncles?!

Claudio, Zafina and Xiaoyu being besties?!?! This was not on my bingo card but ok. 🤨

Claudio and Zafina are DEAD?!?!? 😱😨 like actually dead?!

Hyper buffed up, Steve is a sight I don't think I'll be able to purge from my brain anytime soon.

I am so, SO SO happy!!! My little shipping heart was so pleased! Canon Jin/Xiaoyu. My OTP soared!!! Jin associates Xiaoyu with the angelic figure of his mom and she is on the forefront of his motivation to get back up and go on living. His little smile for her is so precious 😍. Claudio and Panda being her wingman. Boy is so smitten that while sparring he cannot stop himself from complimenting her. IN THE GOOD ENDING HE LITERALLY GOES ON A DATE WITH HER!!!

And that's not all! Because this game gifted us also girlfriends Asuka/Lili (which are obviously chef kiss) and Lars/Alisa. Also, Hwoarang is great boyfriend material for Jin as always.

Everyone's costume is so great!!!

Leo is the most precious and sweet boy. And Hwoarang is the hottest one 🥵🥵🥵 (sorry not sorry) Reina is definitely a guilty pleasure when it comes to looks/power/aesthetics. I mean, she is yuri bait and you can consider me baited. AND I'M NOT EVEN A LESBIAN!!!

#tekken #tekken 8 #jin kazama #kazuya mishima #ling xiaoyu #jin x xiaoyu #lars alexandersson #devil jin #devil kazuya #lee chaolan #claudio serafino #alisa bosconovitch #lars x alisa #asuka kazama #asuka x lili #hwoarang #jun kazama #reina mishima #tekken 8 spoilers

[enydaki]

#tekken #tekken art #tekken official art #official art #art #lili rochefort #kazuya mishima #asuka kazama #Jin kazama #Heihachi Mishima #Tekken 7 #Sergei Dragunov #lars alexandersson #Kuma tekken #Hwoarang #eddy gordo #lee chaolan #Steve Fox #Kuma #Junny tekken #Junny #Tekken 6 #Tekken tag tournament 2 #Tekken tag 2

[strophalosx3]

The image speaks for itself, security flags and Tekken's men.

#tekken #tekken 8 #claudio serafino #kazuya mishima #jin kazama #hwoarang #shaheen #lee chaolan #lars alexandersson #steve fox #sergei dragunov #bryan fury #paul phoenix #marshall law #yoshimitsu #victor chevalier #eddy gordo #King #king tekken