#mw minotaur

[frogchiro]

Here is an idea but a feral Minotaur König to juxtapose Gladiator Ghost.

Minotaur König belongs to @kneelingshadowsalome so if you want more of it please go check her blog out!! She's so talented and pays so much attention to details, I'm in love ;;

But! I imagine Minotaur! König to be something more like a spectacle, something to be presented and paraded around like the most prized bull for the peasants to gawk at. And he hates it. Despises it. He's been captured and enslaved like some animal and shown off as if he's more of a possession than actual living, breathing, sentient being.

He wouldn't be even let into the Coliseum in fear of someone actually besting the 'beast' and what would that mean for those soft, spineless men in fancy clothes who make a fortune out of him as he's paraded naked all over the Coliseum, his tail lashing behind him and his ears twitching from the noise. Shut up shut up shut up shut-

Suddenly the entourage made out of guards is stopped in front of a luxury balcony where apparently the most fancy people sit and-

Imagine Minotaur!König being given to you as a gift for the fairest Lady (Y/N), the esteemed Lady-In-Waiting of Lady Jokaste, sister of the Emperor. This wonderous beast was bought by her and given to you on your 21st birthday, the most rare of gifts and 'the rarity only fitting for a rare beauty like you', sung Lady Jokaste as she gazed at you with fondness while you literally couldn't utter a single word.

Imagine that although technically König is your possession in all means, you still treat him so so gently and carefully, putting healing ointment on his scars and new cuts instead of perfumed oils which irritated his wounds and skin further. You massage his strained muscles gently and shush him whenever he starts making loud, booming noises, probably of pain leaving his body.

And you're so skittish too, adorable. Like a pretty young doe you flinch at the slightest movement the bull makes, the jingle of the thin chain attached to a joke of a collar makes you jump and flush at the deep chuckle of the beast but König is delighted that he can make this pretty nymph jump and twitch, however he'd rather like you twitch on his large cock...

Speaking of which, yeah he hates wearing that pesky loincloth even if its silk, so most of the days he just forgoes it and walks around naked in all his glory. His huge, fat cock often twitching and leaking thick sperm whenever he catches your scent which is everywhere in your chambers or even better if he catches you when you're sitting around and lounging or preparing for a bath and you catch his heavy, lustful gaze :((

He chuckles, rumbles and chuffs at you from his place on the comfy bed of pillows and furs, laid out all bug and spread, his heavy, veiny cock spurting out so much cum it stains the pretty soft pillows and his full balls are so huge and so heavy, they are starting to ache y'know? :((

Why don't you come here pretty little nymph? All he wants to do is thank you for your kindness by tickling you with his long tongue and giving you his calf, wouldn't it be perfect? </3

[obsidiangravity]

Nikto Gets A Cat

I saw this lovely artwork by @quimera-cami and it possessed me to drop all other WIP to write this.

Summary - Spetsnaz are tasked with guarding a remote location. Can’t ask for a simpler operation really. The only downside for Nikto is having to endure the stifling presence of his teammates. Maintaining what’s left of his sanity in such a tiny house is an exhausting challenge, but at least they all get their own sleeping quarters.

Until Rodion returns from a weekly grocery run with a companion.

Word count - 3.9k

Tags - Fluff, Alcohol, Nikto being nice.

It’s no secret to the closest people in Nikto’s life that he despises cats.

The incessant calls for attention. The hair that seems to overrun everything one owns. Their need to mark and ruin upholstery. His disdain for those common house pets are seen as irrational. Perhaps it's a childhood trauma long forgotten, the unsavoury memories regarding these animals locked away in the dark corners of his mind.

But he disagrees. The extreme hatred is warranted. How could it not? What do they provide other than misery and annoyance. He’s grateful to have been spared the torment of living around one since he joined the military over a decade ago.

So the man is rendered temporarily speechless and imobile when Rodion calls out from behind him on the armchair, “Look at what I found outside the supermarket!” and five kilograms of hissing fluff and fury is dumped on his thighs. 

The feline snarls and bares its teeth at the person that dropped it. Long razor-sharp claws dig into Nikto’s flight suit, poking his skin.

He winces, gaze narrowing at the youngest Russian. “What the fuck is this?”

“Mm, it’s a cat,” Rodion mumbles over a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie as he searches for the TV remote and brushes stray crumbs onto the ground. It makes Nikto’s fingers twitch. “Siberian I think?”

Dmitry looks up from his task of chopping potatoes in the scantily sized kitchen, amusement ghosting the corner of his eyes. “Oh, it could be, but they are usually a little bigger, no?”

The cat, in a blur of unruly fur, launches itself off Nikto's lap, nails screeching and scraping the wooden floorboards as it skitters across like one of those rats caught out in the light in this shithole of a house. In a second, the creature vanishes behind a doorway to a bedroom. The one belonging to Maxim.

Rodion clucks his tongue. “Well, someone tell Maxim he has a new roommate when he’s back from patrol.”

An acidic scowl is hidden behind his balaclava when Nikto notices the strands of hair and filth left on his uniform. “Are you soft in the head? Why did you bring it here?”

“Saw her scavenging in the garbage as I was about to return. I couldn’t just leave her there.”

“Get rid of it, or I will shoot it.” His voice low and coarse. It is the only response Nikto gives before he stands up, readying to leave for a shift change with Maxim.

Nikto returns twelve hours later after a quiet night, slips out of his worn leather boots to find his single bed occupied.

The feline saw fit to curl up on it and rub dirt on his clean white blankets and pillows. Of course it would be in here, his room is the only empty one.

He’s able to get a better look at it as it sleeps. Dust clings to its matted and tangled cream-coloured fur. Its scrawny figure and ribs are barely concealed by its thick coat. Thin, elegant, almost silver whiskers a contrast to the extremely bushy unkempt tail.

Three small lines of scar run from its right cheek to its velvet-like ear. This is no pampered house pet, it may have been once, however those times were long gone.

He lightly shoos the cat away. It startles from peaceful sleep and hisses, tries to gouge his hand with the tiny daggers on its fingertips, but ultimately scampers off and hides under the bed.

Nikto sighs, long and drawn out. Questioning if he should bother using the back of his rifle like a stick to force it out of his room. He reaches for it, then decides it’s not worth potentially hurting himself from an accidental discharge.

He flips the switch off and collapses on the mattress.

~~~

He wakes up before everyone else again, the sun heating his face through the dusty window. Nikto blinks against the early morning rays and stretches his stiff muscles with a content groan. His toes collide with something furry and soft, and that brief moment of peaceful serenity is disrupted by a sharp scratch to his bare calf.

The half asleep man jerks away from the sting — accidently rolling off the bed. A shoulder and knee takes the full brunt of the fall and the greater pain jolts him fully awake, a “Blyat,” escaping his scarred lips.

The feral animal dashes around the small room, emerald eyes wide, fangs showing and claws unsheath. It howls and arches its back as it realises its trapped between the closed door and him.

Nikto scrambles to his feet, swearing a string of colourful curses that echo against the concrete walls. His jaw tightens. He wonders if he can turn the doorknob to kick it outside without being inflicted with any more injuries.

Goosebumps form on his arms when a deep rumble emits from it, as if it’s charging up an attack. He eyes the AK-47 propped against the wall on the other side of the room. Of course the one time he leaves a firearm out of reach is when he needs it most.

Tentatively, he takes a step forward and in a whirlwind, the infernal creature resumes its frantic scrambling.

It throws itself up onto the bed, rumpling the messy sheets further and jumps on his nightstand. In its rampage of destruction, it knocks the full bottle of vodka over.

It shatters loudly on the oak floor. Large and tiny shards of glass scatter in all directions as the liquid seeps through the planks.

Nikto, who is usually able to repress his anger and known for his stoic composure, lets his vision go red and a roar of unrestrained rage erupts.

He will gut this mangy stray then dump its entrails on Rodion for putting him through this. He has done far worse for less.

The bedroom door creaks open and Devil Incarnate finally dashes out.

A dishevelled Maxim peeks his head and a broad shoulder in, sleep clouding his eyes. “Can you not make so much fucking noise this early?” Then his gaze shifts to the spilled alcohol and groans. “You’re not wasting anymore of the vodka again,” he says and slams the door shut with a resounding thud before Nikto could redirect his fury at him.

He is left to simmer in the aftermath and he swears to drag Rodion’s face across the broken glass if that imbecile doesn’t clean this up.

~~~

It seems an illness has overtaken his comrades.

With its fur clean and brushed, they dote on the cat at every chance it decides to show itself. Regal grace that laid beneath the grime is now allowed to shine. It moves with the arrogance that all cats possess as it struts around the house.

“Oh, what a cute kitten.”

“Look at its shiny gemstone eyes! What a pretty girl.”

Running their fingers through the fur as they coo and play with it. All three of them mull over what to name it. As if it’s a newborn baby and they’re first time parents.

“How about Mishka?” Dmitry asks as he strokes its back. “Look at its silky coat! Nikto, you have to feel this.”

Maxim scratches his stubble. “I prefer Nina.”

“Satan,” Nikto offers, gaze not leaving his book.

“It’s a girl,” Rodion’s faraway voice interjects from the bedroom.

“Baba Yaga.”

“Doesn’t really suit her… Princess?” Maxim suggests.

Nikto flicks to the next page. “Gluttony.”

“I think Anastasia fits this beauty.”

“Garbage Eater.”

That night, he pulls the covers over him with the feline nowhere in sight.

But dawn finds that yet again the whiskered intruder found its way onto the bed near his feet.

Less scratching and hissing this time. He’s able to expel it with only an attempted swat at his arm and minimal destruction. No caterwauls of wildness, or pointed teeth and claws tearing at his blankets thankfully.

~~~

They take pictures and record videos of the nuisance doing the most inane drivel and send them to each other, including Nikto. As if he can’t see the damned cat himself. At this rate, they would probably snap an image of its excrements and praise it for defecating outside by the end of the week.

The cat takes the greatest liking to Dmitry. It’s no mystery why. Twirling about his legs for food at all hours of the day that it’s not sleeping.

And the meowing.

It doesn’t shut up. Always whining, always mewling. Like an alarm siren demanding more and more meals.

The short period where it is not doing that, usually when one of the Bale brothers has the little gremlin on their lap, massaging the soft fur around its ears  — it purrs loudly. Impeccably imitating a broken lawnmower.

Nikto has no trouble tolerating most discomforts — the filthiness of a barracks, the lack of sleep during a long operation, numbness from the biting cold of Russian winters. He would endure all of it again over this.

Nobody else seems to be agitated by it. Madness has infected everyone but him. No longer can Nikto read a book or relax with a good bottle of vodka in peace. He enjoyed his lone shifts a little more than the rest of the team before. Solitude is always freeing. 

Now, it’s his only solace for true rest.

His equipment, his bed, the whole house, is filled with stray strands of fur. Irritating his nostrils and ruining his clothes. He briefly considers murdering the cat and the idiot that brought it home when he finds a nonhuman hair in his half eaten soup.

The last straw that solidifies their insanity to him is when the living embodiment of chaos vomits a wet furball on the sofa.

They will throw the cat out now for sure. Nikto has no doubts about it.

Except, that does not happen.

They did not throw the cat out.

They mutter words of comfort and pat it on the back, cleans up the mess and offers it a treat.

Nikto occasionally catches the feline watching him from some dimly lit corner. A spark of intelligence in its big round eyes. As if it secretly taunts him, before prowling away.

The following night, he scours his room, getting on all fours to check under his creaking bed frame. His bloodshot eyes strains against the darkness and finds only dust bunnies. No furry form with a demonic glint in its jade irises. Satisfied, he switches off the light and crawls in, the chill of the night seeps through the small crack in the window.

Yet, come morning, the relentless animal inhabits his sheets, purring with satisfaction.

It amazes him that it is able to burrow up so close as he slept again — with him being none the wiser, considering how much of a light sleeper he is. Nikto makes a mental note to seal the window. Clearly the sliver of opening for fresh air is too much to ask for.

He lets out a bone weary sigh, running a hand over his scarred face and rubs his temple. It can stay for now.

It’s not being overtly infuriating. It barely takes up any space. The man observes its sleek fur shining almost golden in the sunlight. Is it as soft as they all say it is?

He reaches for it, his fingers lightly brushes its tail and it lets out a groan of discontent, hopping off the bed, onto the windowsill. It slinks away, landing on the bushes outside.

Nikto watches the raised fluffy tail disappear past the treeline and he pushes the pane fully shut with a resounding snap for tonight.

“She’s nearly done with her moult,” Dmitry comments as he sweeps the tumbleweeds of fur out the front door. There are clumps of it stuck on foliage, mixing with the twigs and leaves.

It’s visually revolting.

When asked why he doesn't simply throw it in the trash, Dmitry says it makes the birds happy to use it for their nests. 

Birds don’t nest this close to winter, you moron. Nikto would have loved to retort, only, he realises he doesn’t have the energy for it anymore.

The one upside to the neverending mountain of inconveniences is there seems to be a decrease of rat sightings inside. Perhaps, it’s not as lazy as Nikto originally thought.

He scowls at the empty packet of potato chips left by Rodion on the coffee table. The cat is now far from being the most useless individual in the house.

He lies awake in his bed, watching the shadows of the tree branch right outside his window dance on the wall as the wind jostles it. Sleep has trouble taking him like most days.

As he is about to drift into unconsciousness, an ear grating yowl echoes in the living room through the walls, loud enough to wake the dead.

Nikto huffs and rolls onto his stomach.

It continues. The sounds of the kitchen’s trash can being rummaged and the occasional meow of discontent prevents him from dozing off.

He’s determined to ignore it, maybe yell at someone else to feed it but realises it’s probably useless. Dmitry can sleep through a bombing. Maxim is likely comatose from drinking and nothing less than a gunshot will wake him.

He sits up, fingers reaching for his balaclava, fully intending to throw some biscuits in its food bowl so it can leave him alone.

The moment he pries open the door, the feline sprints in and beelines underneath his mattress.

Nikto narrows his eyes, tired brain is slow to process what exactly occurred. A defeated exhale leaves his lips and pushes his door shut, returning to bed.

He has grown to expect the cat to claim the territory beside his left foot and is careful not to nudge it come morning.

~~~

Frantic scratching on worn oak is like fingernails on a chalkboard, agitating Nikto's taut nerves. It wasn't just the sound, but the urgency behind it.

He’s not the only person home, someone else can let it out.

He tries to ignore it and focus on his task. Cleaning firearms is a silent and soothing experience. It helps to clear his mind when he needs it most.

The scraping intensifies.

Nikto unclenches his jaw — gently places down the bolt carrier and oil stained cloth, and stands up.

Boots thudding on the floor as he marches to the source of the noise. 

The cat paws at the front door and wails. Wanting to be let out. It looks at Nikto as he turns the corner. Its face saying, please I need to leave.

I need to leave right now.

He unlatches the steel lock and pulls the door open. The feline hesitates, its miniature nose twitching, testing the cool air and the scents wafting in.

Frosty blue irises flash in anger. “You wanted to leave? Then go!” His free hand gestures to the open space outside.

Seconds stretch into a minute.

It stands there. Peering outside. Then, with a flick of its tail, turns and walks away, returning to its favourite spot on the kitchen counter by the window.

Nikto watches it, a mixture of confusion and realisation settling in his chest. It gives him a side eye that speaks volumes before it lays down and gazes out the glass.

He had served this creature. Catered to her whims. Ungratefulness aside, he feels used.

~~~

Nikto leaves for his shift just like any other night. Familiar weight of his rifle in one hand. Vodka in the other. Stars glittering in the sky.

He settles down at his usual spot in the outpost overlooking the area he’s meant to guard. As he’s about to peel back the fabric of his mask to take a sip, a crunch of dry leaves alerts him to a presence not too far from his left.

Drink forgotten, muscle memory and instincts take over, he raises his gun in the direction of the intruder. Two glowing orbs look back at him, and then an inquisitive meow.

Low and behold, it’s Garbage Eater.

Exasperation washes over him. He lowers his firearm and stares at it.

The cat saunters up to his feet, rubbing its face on his boots.

Nikto silently grieves his allotted hours of privacy robbed away and sits back down. How did it even follow him? He was not as alert as he usually is compared during a mission, but for it to have not been detected since he left the house is a feat.

Surprisingly, it keeps a respectable distance. Choosing to lick its hand an arms length away.

He finally gives in. The Russian reaches out to run a hand over its back. A throaty groan of protest erupts.

Nikto stops. Fair enough. He doesn’t like being touched either.

As the night deepens, he offers little bits of chicken from his food container while they sit in tranquil company together. He will never admit to it if asked, but the presence of decent companionship is something he craves. Dmitry is pleasant and respectful, however he can be a little too worried more often than not. That man is not subtle. Nikto catches every glance of concern, every time his lips pull into a hard line.

Animals don’t do that. They don’t have any questions of his mental state barely held back on the tips of their tongues.

Sometimes when it gets too quiet, his thoughts can be overwhelming. Fragmented memories from his past come slithering back. Lately, he has been unable to keep them at bay.

Every now and then, a new door opens, and he often doesn’t like what comes out of it.

Maybe it senses his mood, or maybe it’s just cold, it inches closer to sit beside him for the remainder of the shift. Its green eyes full of concern.

When they return to the house together, the cat doesn’t have to sneak into his bedroom.

~~~

Tiny gifts in the form of dead rats are deposited in his quarters every so often. He could dispose of it normally, but he throws them into Rodion’s room. It grants Nikto a small bit of satisfaction whenever a screech of disgust sounds throughout the house, usually after that man returns from his shift.

A week passes and Nikto wakes up with a feather duster-like object in his face.

It seems that the cat, perhaps emboldened in the darkness, gained some courage and moved upwards long past midnight. She sneaked up close beside his chest as he was sleeping. Her padded foot, soft and warm, rests against his bicep with an easy pressure, tail tickling his cheeks.

She had stuck to the end of his mattress every day before this.

Her forehead nudges his hand, seeking contact, and she rubs her long whiskers against his open palm.

Sundown arrives sooner, the days grow colder and Nikto quickly discovers she likes to be squashed by his arm.

The cat blinks and carefully leaps over him to situate herself in the small space between him and the wall. She sniffs Nikto’s hand curiously and rubs her cheeks against it before rolling into a ball. He buries his fingers into her soft fur and closes his eyelids.

He knows she only pursues his company for his warmth. He doesn’t mind it. His nail traces patterns in her coat and she stretches languidly. Maybe it's not just her seeking him. Maybe he craves the physical touch too.

It has been too long, he realises, since he has hugged another living thing. To feel the pulsing of a heartbeat against his fingertips. It is not so bad afterall.

The even vibration of her purrs lulls him to a dreamless slumber.

He hears the rhythmic clacking of claws on the hardwood floor before the cat jumps onto the armrest. She puts a gentle paw on Nikto’s forearm and meows.

Nikto hums, the words of his fantasy novel momentarily blurring. “What do you need this time?” he grumbles.

Everyone else left ten minutes ago, a rarity. He has plans to finish this book today.

Unfazed by his hollow annoyance, she steps onto his lap and does a few circles before settling down.

He shifts in his chair, trying to find a position that’s more comfortable for them both. “I’m reading a story, do you want to hear it?”

She looks at him knowingly and yawns. Nikto clears his throat, he begins reading with a soft voice that feels unfamiliar, it has been a long time since he last used this tone.

At some point, her eyes drift close and her breathing deepens, yet he continues.

Nikto couldn't help but see the similarities they share. They both exude an independence born out of necessity. He runs a calloused thumb over her old scars. They’re both survivors. No other person he met has understood it truly. Though with the way she regards him, the reserved man thinks she might.

~~~

Nikto takes the last bottle of Five Lakes on a hunt with him before Maxim could — he can have whatever slop is left.

It’s been years since he had hunted, nevertheless, he still remembers how to track deer and rabbits.

Gloved hand securely clutching the cool glass, he ventures further east.

People argue that vodka isn't for taste. Nikto disagrees. 

He values the smooth, barely detectable flavour, a welcomed change to the generic liquor he usually endured on duty. To him, the subtle burn is appreciated. He doesn’t think his alcoholic comrade can tell the difference.

It’s not that he can’t handle the harsh taste, he would simply rather get drunk with a minimal amount of hangover.

He’s not surprised when he hears the rustle of grass and the well-accustomed to call of his four legged companion behind him after he crouches down to inspect the gnawed on vegetation.

She trots up, her sleek form brushing against his thighs and investigates the leaves, sniffing it with a delicate nose.

“Can you hunt rabbits as well as rats?”

She flicks a ear and chirps in response.

Nikto takes that as a yes.

Undeterred by the distant rumble of thunder above, they proceed further, the sparse canopy offers little protection as tiny droplets soon begin to rain down upon them.

Eventually, the soil grows too damp for her liking and she tries scaling up his leg, tips of her claws latching on to his thigh muscle through the thick fabric.

She advances quickly, her pointed nails has no trouble finding purchase on the straps and gear tied to him. Nikto hisses and grips her to his chest with his forearm before she can make it any higher.

She calms instantly, feeling secured in his solid hold.

The mild drizzle subsides quickly, leaving the forest dripping and smelling of fresh earth. However the once stray Siberian forest cat has no desire to return to the damp ground.

He purses his lips and takes a deep breath. “Fine.”

He can’t use his hunting rifle with one hand and he refuses to let her on his shoulders. Daylight is about to leave anyway. Won’t be a terrible decision to return.

As the sun dips below the horizon, dousing the hills with the warm colour of fire, Nikto observes the sky and settles on the grass, Garbage Eater curling up on his lap in content silence — he thinks that having a pet cat isn’t the worst thing in the world.

[kommandokawaii]

A gift for you - a birthday card you can print for your friends and family!

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[orangesoda63]

(SFM) Natasha And His Soldier

[keysorsomething]

Requests pretty please I beg

You guys should send in requests I wanna see what you guys wanna see

I've been writing stuff for the CoD: MW Reboot and the SCP staff members so let's say them! Here's a list of characters I'd be confident in writing: CoD:

-Nikto -Any of the other Spetznas from MW:2019 (Rodion, Minotaur, Bale) -Valeria -Velikan -Graves -I could prob do Keegan tbh -Nikolai -Feel free to as for anyone else I can absorb characters pretty good when I listen to their voice lines

SCP Staff: -Clef -Strelnikov my pookie bear -Rights -King -Mann the silly -Kondraki -I'm also open to writing about lesser-known characters if you ask :) But I prob won't write for the SCPs themselves ANY Pathologic character, but they may be classic-heavy since that's the only one Ive beat :)

More info on this: -No smut cause everyone I know knows my handle (I use it everywhere) and I don't need to explain that lmao -I am horrifically American so if the character is not American and I get something wrong I'm so sorry -I mostly write GN!reader, but I am AFAB so if it comes off a little fem I'm sorry, and I'll try my best with any male reader requests -I'll do short fics or headcanons !

Pretty please request me I wanna have a live inbox You can also just ask me to talk about whatever if you want, I'll be happy to answer!

[pink-apollo]

Would you be willing to write for Minotaur from CoD? I know he’s kinda obscure but I just love him! Personally I think he’s a huge softie despite the fact that he’s huge and could wreck your shit up XD but I’d love to hear your opinions/headcanons

Hi anon and yes! I love my beefy Russian bear boi💕 He’s such a goober desperate the fact his hands are so much larger and can easily wrap them around your neck....👀 But also can we just admire his body real quick?? Like he’s not built and skinny, he’s built and has like a bit of chunk on him😩 Like yes please.

Opinion: I love Minotaur. He’s one of my favorite operators and he just makes me so happy. Like I love how goofy this man is. He’s built like a bear but can be more cuddly and soft unlike his brother who I would imagine is a bit, not on the colder side, but somebody who would need getting used to affection. But for like a hot sec can we talk about his skins?? Beautiful💕 His intro made me giggle because it looks like he’s jamming out but gets super serious out of nowhere. Now the commentary between him and his brother I find interesting. I guess it’s obvious he was my first crush for mw remastered😂😂 So he is definitely one of my favorite operators of the whole game.

Headcanons:

🌸Maxim loves to pick up his s/o regardless if they’re his height or smaller than him. He just loves to prove to his s/o that he’s strong and can pick them up, but also to hear them squeak in surprise because of how cute it is

🌸Is a very laid back type of boyfriend. Wanna paint his nails? Go for it, just make sure it’s his color and he looks good as hell. Is the type to have music blasting as he’s making breakfast or whatever the case may be. He just loves to jam out

🌸doesn’t mind pda at all, just don’t over do it. Doesn’t mind hand holding, a quick kiss to the cheek or lips, or cuddling when sitting together. He loves the affection his s/o gives him because it makes him feel loved and appreciated.

🌸Minotaur is definitely a hunk and works out just about everyday. If you wanna work out with him? Please do! He loves to work out with his s/o, he wants them to be healthy and strong. Will even be as cheesy as asking you to sit on his back so he can do push ups or straddle him when he does his crunches to get a kiss from you every time he comes up.

🌸Loves whatever his s/o cooks. He will eat it up until his plate is clean. Nothing ever goes to waste with this man and very much appreciates when you cook. Always loved a good home cooked meal because when he was in jail, he didn’t have the luxury to have such things

🌸Finds it adorable if his s/o blushes very easily. Like look at you all red and being shy. He just finds it funny that he can make you into a blushy mess by barley doing anything besides wink from across the room even though you’ve been dating for how long?

🌸Loves to snuggle. Maxim usually lays on his back and has you on top with your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck as there’s blankets all around the both of you to keep you both cozy and warm, even though this man is like heater himself

Okay I need to stop before this list gets out of hand because he is just a big cuddly goofy bear that I want to pick me up and love me. 😂😂

[ojiisan01]

Not their normal conversation?

[diimaria]

Happy late birthdays boys!! 🎉🧁

[simonxriley]

I changed up Ghost and Minotaur’s looks because I finally got the contingency pack for Ghost!!!

[garland-on-thy-brow]

So which of you folks commissioned a horny vase with Minotaur inscribed "the boy is beautiful"

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tondo_Minotaur_London_E4_MAN.jpg#mw-jump-to-license

[yujateaandpi]

Okay I know that this au takes place when everyone is younger, but thinking about MW and Elk as grandparents to a grandbaby stabby fills with unbelievable amounts of joy. The now adult kids come visit the older parents, the two see the little minotaur baby for the first time and lose their minds. They gush over him for hours. Stabby is a nickname, he started getting called that cause he stole riders knife once. His real is Philp Durpleton. Rider, horse and ched jokely call him a war criminal.

Oh yes that’s definitely something I envisioned from the beginning of this au. I’m not done with the massive outline yet but Durpleton becomes a toy maker when he’s an adult and has his own store. Stabby is his adopted son (not a Minotaur, he‘s a baby lizardtaur) and pretends to be a stuffed animal sometimes. He stays very still then ambushes his aunts and uncles when they come to visit (with hugs).

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

BARNACLE BOY VOICE THE CENTAURWORLD SELF INSERT

i took centaurworld as an excuse to make a sparklepossum oc bc i refuse to come into a fandom and not do that at least ONCE. cringe culture is dead and im stomping directly on it’s grave in my gay little rain boots /threat

Anyways, this is Sunny!! He’s a centaurworld-ified minotaur :] bug’s full backstory is still largely a WIP but the outline of it is that sh3 works with the Shamans roughly in the same way MW does, as in sh3 isn’t a Shaman per-se, but sh3 does assist them! Bug eventually does meet MW while helping out Waterbaby, and they start hanging out! I like to think they bonded through painting and history and eventually they did fall in love with one another soooo now they’re dating lol

[sserenibus]

Since speculation is a really super great pastime while we're all waiting on season 2 here's my take on the mysterious woman and the nowhere king:

So our girl, she's human, yeah. A far as we know. But we also know humans don't naturally have magic. That it's thing pretty exclusive to centaurworld. MW however, is using some kind of magic, and powerful enough that even Waterbaby can't just straight up fight her. It doesn't read like regular magic though; its ominously red and glitchy.

MW and NWK have some kind of deeply personal history. On top of the loving, almost longing way he speaks to her, he says she's the reason he's the way he is. She's also shaken, and when handed the opportunity to end things, she can't.

My hypothesis: when the human and centaurworld were bridged, MW was perhaps some kind of researcher or scholar. She wanted to know more about magic, and her new centaur friend tried to teach her, but you can't teach an inborn trait. So they looked for some other way that she could access magic. She found a path that was... questionable.

Something went pear-shaped. MW's centaur friend perhaps sprung in the way? But it cost him. Something began to corrupt him. Maybe this event also unleashed the minotaurs? I'll note that they're referred to as an invading force for both worlds. And they also don't have magic.

Perhaps she tried, in vain, to find a cure. Toward the end it was obvious there was no way to reverse whatever had infected her friend, and he begged her to end it before it fully took him over, but she couldn't bring herself to strike the blow. She ran, unable to face what she'd done.

All that was left of her friend was the despair and rage and hated at her betrayal The Nowhere King.

'Nothing Good' is a song she's signing about herself.

[rawstfish]

A/B/O assignment chart-MW

Alpha's in CoD: Price/Farah/Mace/Alice/Domino/Raines/Wyatt/Nikto/Yegor/Roze/Iskra/Nikolai

Beta's in CoD: Soap/Otter/Throne/Griggs/Mara/Charly/Sparks/Talon/Bale/Minotaur/Azur/Grinch/Zane/Velikan/Krueger/Syd/Roach

Omega's in CoD: Gaz/Alex/Ghost/D-Day/Golem/Frank/Rodion/Lerch

[gknova-6]

Now that the new MW season is out IW really messed up. They add Farah into the game while knowing that the Armistice failed and pitted her against her friends, then thought it was a good idea to give Minotaur the same outfit that J-12 had??????? Sorry IW but now I have no respect for MW anymore and that's after the whole Russian thing in campaign

[pink-apollo]

hellooo could you write something about nikto :DD ?

MW ops dealing with affection | Headcanons |

includes: Nikto, Krueger, Minotaur

Nikito🖤

🖤Nikito is in utter shock. What is this affection that you speak of? Sure he may have had a s/o long before the trauma that he deals with now, but it's such a distant feeling that feels so rare and in all honesty brand new. Of course he adores that you hold his hand and give him hugs, he is very grateful for them but it's the skin contact that he worries about

🖤Nikito will flinch. It's just out of habit and it'll take some time before you can fully touch him and show him to not be afraid. He can see the hurt in your eyes and it frustrates him that he can't be open with you as he wants to be, but knows you don't plan on leaving anytime soon

🖤Finds it very comforting that even though he doesn't show his face a lot, you still give him kisses on his cheek with the mask on. He knows it's not skin to skin contact, but it's the thought that counts.

🖤When he does decide to take it off, he's hesitant to let you touch the scarring that was done to him and the burn wounds that are scattered all over him. Is spooked when you do touch him, but eases into the touch and sits there quietly as you gently touch his face, your index finger tracing the small scar lines that fully healed

🖤He couldn't help but lean into your touch and was surprised when you decided to lean in and give him a proper kiss. Nikito is rarely caught off guard but this by far did the trick. He can't help but chuckle a bit and smile as he pulled you in closer to him

Minotaur💓

💓Out of the three, Maxim is such a teddy bear when it comes to affection. He adores the touches and gentleness that you bring and thrives off it. Unlike his brother, maxim is very open how he feels about his s/o and just wants to be near you. It could be anything and he could still be happy

💓Maxim loves that you always want to snuggle with him and just sit there with him if it be watching tv or sitting in silence. Just knowing that you're there is good enough for him. Sometimes he'll curl up next to you and fall asleep as he lays on your stomach with your arms wrapped around him. Doesn't mind at all when it comes to cuddling on the couch, laying on top of one another

💓He is the most open and fine with pda out of the group. He doesn't mind that you kiss his cheek or give a quick hug in public. Enjoys that you aren't afraid to show that you're together and comfortable enough to show affection

💓Kisses? All for them. Loves to be smothered by them, just please hold his face and pepper him in kisses. There will be times when you lean in to kiss and he just laughs which result in a laughing fit

💓The little squeezes that you give when you hold his hand makes his heart flutter even if you don't mean to do it. It doesn't seem like much but it's just the small reassurance that you're still there and real

Krueger✨

✨Sebastian was a bit slow to open up and receive affection. He didn't hate it but it was a feeling he hasn't felt in a long time and was unsure how reciprocate it. But also because he didn't want to rush things either with you. He wanted to spend as much time with you and understand the things that you liked and disliked

✨With small steps such has simple hand holding, lingering touches, and endearing words that mean so much, he was opening up and allowing himself to soak up the lost affection that he hasn't received in quite a long time

✨Definitely prefers to spend quality time with you in public, but isn't opposed to the occasional kiss or hand holding. He just doesn't want to be that couple that smothers themselves in public and go to the extreme

✨If you're the type of person that likes to give people gifts, expect him to tilt his head to the side and ask "why?" Nothing important is coming up so why give him one? It could be something small such as a bag of his favorite candy or maybe a article of clothing

✨Loves that you plop yourself next to him and lean your head on his shoulder as you take his hand in yours, gently rubbing his knuckles while watching a movie. No words are said, just the comfort of one another pressed together

✨Loves the head scratches that you give him. He falls asleep so easily and is the only time he is very open with you. He'll lay beside you all curled up and allow you to gently rake your fingers through his hair as his eyes open and close.