#reader can be any gender

[drymushroomfics]

Lust for Life

Colin Firth x Reader (non gender specific)

You're an up and coming actor. Your first big film is with your favorite actor. Now that you and your co-star are seeing the film for the first time, how will you both react?

You watch awkwardly as the scene plays out on the huge screen. Sex scenes of yourself always seem uncomfortable to you. You're a fairly new actor and you haven't exactly had many on screen romances yet. So jumping right into a scene like that was jaring. Eventhough your co-star, Colin Firth, made it as comortable and easy as possible, you still felt nervous in those moments. It didn't help that he was attractive and you were a fan of his other works.

"Do you find watching yourself to be uncomfortable?", Colin asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Definitely...You?", you ask, leaning over to whisper your reply.

He shrugs, "I don't really look at it as myself as much as a character. I asked because you seem a little uncomfortable."

"It's the first time I've seen myself in this way so it's a little... uh... different."

"I like the music for this. It's perfect. Didn't you pick it?", he asks.

You nod.

He's referring to the song playing as your characters are 'getting it on' as one may put it.

"What' made you choose that song?", he asks.

"Um..."

You think carefully, wondering if you should be bold or say something generic to hide your true inspiration for the song.

You've both had just a little to drink so your bold responce may have something to do with it.

You lean forward, whispering, "My co-star."

You pull away, face red. He looks at you with a smile.

"A smile is good, right?", you wonder to yourself.

"I wish to hear the song in it's entirety.", he whispers right up against your ear.

"I can let you hear it later if you'd like... My hotel room has a great speaker system."

You can't believe the invitation that just came from your mouth.

He reacts by looking in your eyes in a way you've never seen. His eyes seem to darken a little. You can feel your whole body heating up.

"I would gladly wish to hear it from.. your hotel room speakers."

You both spend the rest of the film, barely able to focus on anything other than what may be in store after the premiere.

Some people are throwing after-parties but you know neither of you will go.

As everyone scatters, leaving in their designated transports, Colin slips into the same car as you.

The alcohol is starting to wear off as you tell the driver where to take you both. Your nerves increasing again.

"What if he backs out or isn't feeling it?", you wonder, doubt creeping in and not leaving till you and him have made it to the elevator of the hotel.

Before you could register anything, he has his body pressed against the elevator wall. Your lips moving against each other. All the pent up lust is let out all at once.

They force themselves to pull apart when they hear the familiar elevator ding.

"After you.", he says, running a hand through his hair.

You walk down the hall with him folllowing closely behind you.

He doesn't notice the 'do not disturb' sign you slip onto the door handle as you let him inside.

You turn to him, watching him drape his jacket over a chair.

"Want a drink?", you ask, knowing you need more liquid encouragement.

He nods, walking over the the champagne that's sitting in an ice bucket.

He pours himself a glass after handing you one. You clink your glasses before taking a sip.

"Can I hear the song?", he asks.

You blush, nodding and moving to find your cellphone.

You find it in your clutch purse. You attach it to the speaker system, letting the song fill the room.

He takes your hand, pulling you against him.

"What about your co-star, made you pick such a song.", he whispers in your ear.

You lets your hands run up his arms to rest on his shoulders.

"Ya see, my co-star is known for being quite the gentlemen but I learned something about him that day.", you say, boldness coming back to you.

"What might that be?"

"The way his hands gripped my hips and his breath on my neck... He knows how to take control and be everything but polite."

"We should definitely take off your clothes then if we are to understand the truely embrace the lyrics.", he smirks, kissing at your neck.

You take in a breath you didn't know you were holding. The song soon ends and you don't even care as he takes your hand to find the bedroom.

[emmyrosee]

head empty, only rin loving kisses and being waaaaaaay to proud (shy) to ask for them.

he would love nothing more than to be able to work up the courage to ask you to kiss him, he’s touch starved and needs constant attention, but he’d rather eat rat poison than ever confess it to you. you have the effect on him, you’ve torn down his walls and shown him all the praise and affection he is worth giving, and you’ve turned him into a sucker for kisses.

which is wonderful, since you’re so keen on giving them to him.

terrible when all he wants is a kiss and you don’t notice it.

he’s pacing back and forth in the next room, desperate, craving, needing a kiss or two on his forehead and one on his lips, in a line like you usually do. routine, is how he’d describe it, but deep down, he’ll take anything he can get. his big hands are carding through his hair, and god, he’s thrilled no one is able to see him like this.

“what’re you doing, baby?”

fuck.

except you.

he nearly leaps out of his skin as you make your way to him, and when he whips his head to face you, your brows a furrowed in concern and your arms are crossed over your chest. “you vanished,” you explain. “missed my snuggle buddy.”

“eugh,” he grumbles. “we’ve talked about the nicknames, haven’t we?” he scolds, and you merely chuckle.

“we have, i just choose to not listen to you.”

“and that’s exactly why you’re a pain in the neck.”

then, you shrug, “so im a pain, meanwhile you’re stuck in here waiting for me to come give you a kiss because you can’t ask for it?”

fuck.

he scoffs, but it’s shaky and unconvincing, “yeah right. as if id ever need something as juvenile as a kiss to lure me back. i just needed to stretch is all.”

“yeah, i’ll bet,” you snicker. then you spin on your heel, and rin feels his heart sink, “well, ill be on the couch. waiting for you.”

no, no, no, his chance is walking away from him, literally, disappearing down the hall and leaving him a yearning mess, pining for your affection that he’s just not sure how to ask for.

his head drops in disappointment, fists balling slightly, and he pouts softly like a child as he wracks his mind to try and work up the courage to go. he’s pathetic, can’t even ask for affection from his own partner, someone he sleeps next to at night and lets smear a green, cold face mask on him, someone he’s so in love with they turn him into a damn petulant child at the lack of attention, and-

“hey,” you whisper. he looks at you through his lashes, embarrassed.

you smile and toss your arms around his neck, rising up slightly to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek. his eyes blow open. then, you kiss his nose gently. his lips twitch. you plant your lips on the ticklish spot on his neck, and he jerks slightly. you giggle.

“oh, you’re so cute i can’t stand it,” you purr, kissing the other side of his cheek. “i just love loving you.” you press a kiss to his chin, and by now he’s smiling shyly, cheeks blazed in red from embarrassment and excitement for the attention he’s finally receiving. “i could just eat you up, you’re so cute.” you kiss the corner of his eye, which flutters shut in ease. “i can’t not kiss you, it’s against the law.”

finally, stiffly, his arms wrap around your waist, “who would you be to break the law?”

“i would never,” you hum, moving your hands to gently cup his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze. his eyes practically have little hearts in them, and a wobbly smirk is on his lips. “you want some more?”

his eyes widen again. you shush him softly, thumbs stroking over the swells of his cheeks, “just nod or shake your head, my lovey boy.”

against his own determination of ‘not needing’ your attention, he finds himself nodding in your hands, butterflies in his stomach going crazy as you smile back and continue to press kisses over his face, voice dripping with honey with every adoring coo you offer him.

[bitchface24-7]

THE SEDUCTIVE PROFESSOR VIKTOR

synopsis: Professor Viktor, the most sought out and dreamt of professor at Piltover Academy. Luckily for you… you’re his favourite student.

warnings: age gap (viktor’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), power imbalance, dom!viktor, I tried my best to make this gender-neutral, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, no beta we die like most of the characters in Arcane

genre: m/f, m/m (however you label yourself, I hope you can read this and enjoy it!)

PART 2

Professor Viktor hasn’t been a professor for very long at the academy. After he and his partner Jayce Talis revolutionized machinery and magic in the form of Hextech, well… the academy and the council wanted their genius shared with the younger generations.

“The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” became a hit. This course had the highest approval ratings, least amount of absences, and highest amount of A students in the history of the academy.

Viktor’s proud of his students work, everyone else sees it as it is. Everyone is doing amazing due to their hot professor.

His attitude, his humour, his accent, his beauty. Professor Viktor is sin incarnate and doesn’t seem to realize it. The dreamy sighs, the lustful gazes. It all goes over his head like water down a ducks back.

Having Jayce come in as a guest speaker doesn’t help in the slightest.

The two men are gorgeous. Jayce with his broad shoulders, messy hair, and wonderful beard. A few strands of grey focused on his temples.

Viktor with his long hair, sultry eyes, lithe frame that’s mostly delectable legs. He dresses wonderfully too. All tailored to fit his frame perfectly. His tiny waist seems almost impossibly small.

Viktor tries his best to be impartial to his students; neutral as a good teacher should be… but there’s something about you.

You’re bright, intelligent, well-spoken. Overall beautiful. He can’t stop looking at you during lectures, he can’t stop thinking about you in the privacy of his own home; in his office as well.

You always pay attention in class, you ask riveting and inspiring questions, you continue the conversation Viktor is desperately trying to create to invigorate the students the way he and Jayce were all those years ago.

Your pretty eyes, soft looking lips, shiny hair. The way the academy uniform compliments your figure in all the right ways. He’s a man obsessed.

He knows you’re at least physically attracted to him. The way you bite your lip when you look at him, when you shyly look down when he compliments your work with a sultry “good job”

How you jolt in your seat from daydreaming when he comes up behind you and whispers in your ear to pay attention.

He wants to see how you react to other stimuli. A practical theory if you will.

Will you be good and listen to Viktor’s every command? Or will you be bratty; needing to be put over Viktor’s lap and your ass reddened to be taught a lesson. Would you prefer his hand, a ruler, or maybe even his cane?

How pretty would you look on your knees, taking his cock down your throat? Would your eyes water? Would you choke? Or are you secretly a slut, who can take it no problem.

Are you a moaner, a whimperer, a screamer, or a crier?

He knows his blatant desires for you are cementing you as his “favourite student” you can do things others can only dream of.

You can come to class late and not need a valid excuse, you can borrow any materials without reasoning, you can stay as late as you want during office hours; when anyone else would be politely but firmly told that their time was up.

People have noticed, everyone but you it seems. The rest of the class can’t help but envy you. How the hell do you have such a drop dead gorgeous man wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even realize it!

You’re going to realize it soon, when Viktor tells you to stay behind after class. That he has a theory he’d like to discuss with you.

That theory leaves you with your face feeling like it’s on fire, your throat sore, your body aching in a delicious way, your legs bowed, and your appearance completely disheveled.

Viktor gets the answers he’s been desperately craving and is not disappointed. He can’t wait for the semester to be over. He wants you, and he can pursue you when he’s no longer your professor.

He just gave you a taste of what he’ll give you everyday if you agree to be his.

(You’ll agree to be his. He rocked your shit)

[jinxs-gf]

Conner just wants to be cuddled.

But he’s hesitant to ask, “Hey uh, babe?”

“Yes babe?” the pet names still feel a little weird on your tongues.

“Could we cuddle?” You bite your lip, giddy that fact that he’s getting better at voicing his wants (and needs)

This was just another step forward in your fairly new relationship.

You jump on your claimed side of the bed, eyeing his tired form laying on his. You slip down under the covers and look at him expectedly. Usually it’s instantaneous, the way he’d wrap his arms around you. His next words are not what you expected,

“I’d like to be the little spoon…”

You beam with nothing but excitement, exclaiming “yes!” a little too fast and bright for this time of night. You thought he’d never ask.

“You can always be the little spoon! I’ll never say no to that. I’ll big spoon you so hard you’ll be sick of me. Sick, Conner!”

“I will be sick of you if you don’t stop yelling in my ear like that.”

You bring it down to a whisper, “right, yeah. totally.”

“Sorry that was mean.”

“No not at all, boundaries are important!”

“Right.”

You pat his shoulders, “okay big guy. Turn around or I can’t big spoon!” You’re taking the role of the big spoon a little more seriously than he thought you would...he’s not complaining.

Once Conner is turned you wrap your arms around him, clinging much like a koala would to a tree. Your face nuzzles the back of this neck, and eventually you work your way to the side of it, now nuzzling his pulse point. You nip at it here in there.

Being cuddled like this felt better than he anticipated.

He’s seen, felt the way you react to his touch when in bed. But being on the receiving end is so much better.

It feels safe. And good. He’s experienced a lot of good feelings lately. Good things he didn’t get to when he was still referred to as a weapon and not Conner Kent. You’re the reason for all those good things. The reason he’s softer and more relaxed lately. More open about his feelings and wanting affection.

He didn’t believe he deserved it at first.

But now there was no doubt about it.

You more than happily agreed to cuddle him this way. To wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him tenderly. Yes the relationship is new but his feelings are not.

Conner is pretty sure he loves you.

Conner just wants to be cuddled? I VOLUNTEER!!!!

[blossombloodcurse]

wheel of time show is like, ugh yes, this is the peak of what fantasy can be ‼️

[calm-potato]

|HAIKYUU CAPTAINS| //COMPLIMENTS\\

Haikyuu captains,how they react to compliments + short headcannons

Characters: daichi,kuroo, oikawa, bokuto, ushijima,kita, moniwa(former date tech captain), futakuchi, and yuji

Extra: there might be more characters but i tried to add as many captains as i could remember even former captains,might make a part 2 with other characters^^

Daichi sawamura

-surprised but accepts the compliment wholeheartedly

-would be bashful and blush but would play it off like it was no big deal

-very modest about whatever you complimented him on

-the rest of the day he'd think about it and might even smile or smirk a little

-his teammates will ask what happened as they caught him in the act and he'll just brush it off as "something he remembered" but they can clearly see whatever it was had him distracted a bit

-might even catch you the next day having feeling bad and compliment you next with a grin

Kuroo tetsuro

-smirks immediately getting almost big boned about it

-accepts the compliment and throws in a grin complimenting you back

-finds it endearing and can't hide how happy it makes him to hear

-the rest of the day he's hyper at practice,giving a big speech than he usually does and has a big grin that everyone finds kind of distrubing

-his teammates will ask what happened curious,but he shrugs them off,but if they insist he might just brag about it (more specifically to taketora)

-does his best in every game,tho he always did that,he'd get more fired up because of it

Oikawa toru

-despite him being used to the compliments from others,when it's from you,he gets more flutered while trying to compose his usual dramatic self

-would try and play it off as no big deal as well, "well of course you'd think that,i am awesome after all"

-has the widest grin as he flaunts the compliment to iwa who probably most likely wouldn't care and just wants him to get back to practice

-would constantly try and do things to get your attention for more compliments,trying to show off

-would get annoyed when you didn't while also teasing you about the compliment to see if you'd maybe give more or your reactions

Bokuto kotaro

-just like oikawa he'd get flustered and excited,tho it's just a compliment,he'd thrive off of it the rest of the day

-would always try and impress you as well,trying to get your attention like a kid

-"did you see that spike?" "I was awesome right?!" "I'm the best ace,right??right??!"

-honestly it was a little obnoxious but the guy loves compliments especially from you,plus the team was able to win cuz of it so no one really cared much

-would compliment you back and give a hug right after

-would get mad and pout when you complimented one of his teammates but not him

ushijima wakatoshi

-would stare at you for a moment processing your words then simply state "thank you" like it was nothing and walk away

-he doesn't mean to be rude or a bit cold about it,he's just too stunned plus half of his mind is focused on volleyball that he didn't expect a random compliment

-would later try and think of a compliment for you to give

-"your hair...looks nice" something like that or along those lines he would say with like barely a hint of a smile but he'd really mean it!

-wouldn't have thought much of the compliment but if you'd had a smile or some expression he'd think about it the rest of the day while trying to stay focused

kita shinsuke

- would be a bit more surprised,raising an eyebrow,before shifting back to his cool demeanor and nod

-he'd appreciate the compliment while throwing one randomly back without any affect or expression

- simply a "you look quite pretty/good looking today" while he focus back on sipping his water like he said nothing at all, not even giving you a glance

-wouldn't really think about the compliment much but once he told the twins about it atsumu looked at him like he was either stupid or crazy

-"you seriously had no filter?!" -atsumu miya

moniwa kaname(former captain)

-would stare at you for a moment and blush embarrasingly

-would accept the compliment though a bit bashful,probably scratching his head with a "thanks,i didn't think anyone noticed"

-would compliment you back while stumbling over his words

-wouldn't really get distracted unless someone brought it up then he's back to his flustered mess

-would watch you or stare at you without noticing as the compliment replays in his mind but tries to keep focus

-would probably try and be around you more or ask to hang out

futakuchi kenji

-would be stunned to say the least

-probably a little flustered pointing at himself as he can't believe a girl complimented him

-would flirt and compliment you back and once he get a reaction would smirk and walk away

-internally screaming but plays it cool

-might even try and impress you but fails,his teammates laugh at him and he yells at them "don't laugh at your captain!!"

-brushes it off and comes up to you "so,anything you doing tonight?"

-would blush or get flustered if you had seen it and laughed at him

-"h-hey" couldn't help but smile anyways

terushima yuji

-would have been a step ahead and complimented you first,but if you gave him a compliment he'd be star struck and basically already planning your wedding

-would give you more compliments,it might even turn into a war of who can make who flustered the most

-would love teasing you any chance he got

-would even tease his teammates too about getting a compliment

-after his games if you gave him a compliment on his attacks or how well he did he'd become flustered and smile saying "thank you,cutie" and might even ask to go on a date

-if you decline,he'd keep asking days later

A/n- hi i'm back,thanks for reading,i might make more haikyuu hc and other animes^^

[nyx-universe]

Story idea for hybrid!141 x hybrid or human reader were the reader is a mechanic and secretly builds Price (would very try to keep it from the boys too but utterly fails…… mostly Simon found out 🤣)a robotic or mechanical wing and it’s built perfectly that attaches onto his back like a prosthesis like harness that sits on his shoulder with leather straps

[messier-jin]

Trust Me!

I’m here to elaborate on my touch starved Knives with a reader who has “physical touch” as their love language. It’s been a while since I wrote anything in English so I’m sorry in advance if I’m rusty...

I’m hope you’ll enjoy these headcanons!

Content warning: gender neutral reader, maybe OOC, physical affection, skin-to-skin contact, fluff in general.

Song I listened to while writing: Trust Me! by DREAMCATCHER.

Knives does not like being touched. Or more precisely, he never lets anyone touch him. You, on the other hand, touching is how you prove someone you care about them, reassuring them with your presence and gentle touches.

The first time where, out of habit, you reached out toward Knives to place your hand against his back, you did not have to time to come closer enough that he stopped you. “Don’t.” A simple word which sounded like a warning.

As frustrating as it was, not matter how much you wanted to pat his back, no matter how much you wanted to give him a hug, no matter how much you just wanted to even bump your shoulder against his, you did not. You were patient and accepted his boundaries.

Well, until one day, where you found Knives fuming, alone in a room. It was not the first time you ran across him, isolating himself as he mumbled things about his brother, humans, “that woman”... And with intimidating aura around him, nobody dared to come near, scared to lose a limb or worse.

But this very day, you decided to move. You called out his name in a gentle voice. And before he had the time to reject you, you extended your hand and tenderly patted his head, promising that everything would be okay.

And at this very moment, time stopped from Knives. His eyes were focused on you and only you. He felt the tension leave his body. He never realized how much he needed the comforting pat (not that he would ever admit it anyway).

From this moment on, Knives has never rejected your touch ever again. He accepts every touch you offer, and inconsciously leans into it.

Placing your hand against his back when you leaned over to grab something? Yes. Casual bumps on his shoulder? He accepts them. You playing with his hands and fingers when you’re talking with him? Please, do. Giving him goodnight cheek kisses when you head to bed? He melts on the spot. A goodbye hug each time you have to go working? He does not want you to stop.

Knives got used to your physical affection faster that he thought he would, quickly becoming addicted to it. He even complained that one time you were sicked and you were the one refusing to touch him to not give him your germs. “I can’t get sick. Come.”

With time, Knives would start to initiate the touches himself. Except that his ones were more daring, as I can picture him liking skin-to-skin contact (in a not sexual way).

Sometimes, when you go to bed, Knives follows you to lay down and has some rest, even if he does not need it as much as you. He slips his hand under the top of your pajamas to place it against your belly, gently stroking the skin there.

When he feels more comfortable with the idea, his hand moves up to rest on your chest, just above your heart. He just likes to feel your heart beating under his hand. And with your permission, he would lay his head against your chest to listen to your beating heart (with or without your top on, but this man has his preference for without because, once again, skin-to-skin contact). And if you were to gently play with his hair, caressing his scalp with your fingers at the same time, he would just melt in your hands.

(Also, if someone dares to come and bother you two during these kind of moments, Knives would destroy them on the spot, no question asked).

All in all, Knives would never admit how much he fell in love with your gentle touches, nor how much he actually craves your physical affection and seeks it when you’re not here to offer him any... But it’s obvious he loves it. After all, you’re the only one who can touch him.

[asurrogateblog]

doors groupies: omg jim is SO handsome I wish he would cut me with his cheekbones and take off his shirt they just don't make men like him anymore <3

jim morrison: I wish I was a fat girl

[the-whispers-of-death]

Bookworm!Reader meeting Gaz, who is home from his recent deployment, in a library. You're perusing the shelves, looking for your next book to read. Maybe you wear glasses, maybe you don't. Maybe you're also in the military, home from a deployment.

Either way, you're walking down the aisles, when you see Gaz (I'm using Elliot Knight's height as reference) struggling to get a book that he wants. So you, who is taller than 5'11", you go and help him. After helping him get the book, you two get to talking about the books you've read, the genres you both like the best.

Turns out you both like the same type of books and you'd love to recommend each other books, but you both know it'd be an extensive list that shouldn't be said in the library because you're taking up aisle space. So, you two give each other your phone numbers and set up a time to meet. And you both go to your designated location on the day of, with lists of recommendations in your hands. And he's even sweeter than he was before! And so you two continue to meet up and talk about your favorite books, unknowingly going out on little dates.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[gunksh1t]

both of us on our knees facing each other riding toys, like a playdate, we get so riled together we ride our toys as we desperately grope each other, sloppily making out and feeling you drool int my mouth, or gripping their hips and setting their rhythm, guiding them into cumming in their dildo as my own hips frantically ride my own, wrapping up in each others arms, pressed as closely together as possible in this position, panting into each others mouth

[trashogram]

Do you have any thoughts on Vassago with his lover? I think he would be SO sweet and caring and completely supportive and would shower his Amor (Love in Spanish) with so many things!

I don’t really have any thoughts on Vassago. He didn’t leave much of an impression on me, but then again he existed for about 30 seconds of the whole episode.

I can see him being supportive as you say if you like the idea of Vassago/Reader :) Very passionate about how his lover deserves respect and care from others. If we added depth to him, I could see Vassago being good for a Reader with low self-esteem or someone who has a hard time standing up for themselves.

[cipher00]

Major Montana Max NS/W Alphabet

Explicit smut topics under the cut! If you're a minor get out of here please.

Word count: 2,042

Any gender reader, canon Montana Max

There's just not enough content for this sexy charming bastard so you know I had to put yall on

A = Aftercare

I believe the Major might bring his lover some water after if they're unable to get up as a result of his handiwork. He may also clean them up, but he'd definitely tease you as he does, trailing his fingers over sensitive spots, caressing your spent body sensually as he cleans you off.

B = Body Part (Which body part is their favorite)

The Major isn't immune to the beauty of standard body parts such as tits and ass, but I personally think he'd be more attracted to more muscular or lean parts. Arms, legs, or anything that helps you in combat. He loves to watch you fight and kill. As he said before, nothing is more arousing than the sounds POW's make as they get blown apart, and if you're the cause of that, it would just take him to an even greater high.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

The Major loves the idea of cumming inside you, marking and claiming your body and truly ruining you inside and out, only for him to enjoy. At the same time, he would likely also enjoy painting you in white, loving the humiliation aspect. Besides, it only makes you look all the more sinful.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of his)

Though The Major would never indulge it, he secretly loves the idea of a powerful woman dominating him in the bedroom. In his eyes, it would feel like the wins and losses on the glorious battlefield; being overpowered and taken by force. Of course, he wouldn't let this happen, as he has to keep up appearances and keep a firm hold of his power.

E = Experience

In the words of another HC I love - "The Major gets hella pussy and no one can convince me otherwise." Sure he's a ruthless Nazi Major, but he does have that charm and charisma. Not to mention with the use that accent and a slight shift his tone, his voice becomes as smooth as honey. Needless to say that he knows his way around a body or ten. He'll please his partner, but he'll have his own way of doing it, meaning that you might just be on the edge of orgasm for hours.

F = Favorite Position

I would say missionary and breeding press are his favorites. Any position that lets him hold all the power and allows him to hit the right spots that makes you keen for him, really.

G = Goofy (Is he humorous in the moment? Does he make jokes?)

I don't think he would joke around per se, but if you were to accidentally do something goofy or embarrassing by accident, he may tease you about it or rib you a bit. Anything to keep you transfixed on him.

H = Hair (How is he groomed? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

I personally think the Major is shaved clean down there. He seems the type to take good care of his own personal hygiene, not liking to feel unclean. He may be fat, but he's no pig.

I = Intimacy (How is he in the moment through a romantic aspect?)

Pretty much nonexistent, as love in the world he lives in would be a weakness, something to make him vulnerable and lose some of his power. Anything he has personal ties to can be used to manipulate him by someone else. Hypothetically though, if he did feel love towards his tryst partner, he may show it in the smallest ways possible without being explicit about it. Tender kisses against your lips as opposed to rough, hungry ones, and littering kisses all over your body. Practically worshipping you.

J = Jerk Off

Being in his position, with his responsibilities and plans, he doesn't have much time to jerk off. But even when he does have the time, it isn't too often; only a few times a month. His mentality is that if he wants it, why shouldn't he have it? But even so, after all the work he's done conducting plans for the new war, doesn't he deserve his private time?

K = Kink

You name it, he probably has it. Some big favorites would be gun/knifeplay (goes without saying), bondage, lingerie, sadism/masochism, etc. He indulges in these like he would a fine wine. Without a doubt, I can also see him loving it when you call him by his title. Pleading for your Major to let you finish, please.

L = Location (Where is his favorite place to do it?)

He'll take you just about anywhere. It's not like anyone's going to stop him, and he just loves to see if he can break you down and make you scream for him when you should be quiet so as not to reveal yourselves doing something you shouldn't be. And if someone discovered you two, he would probably either shoot them (assuming he could even hit the target), or intensify his ministrations to show the poor schmuck how good he fucks his women.

M = Motivation (What turns him on and gets him going?)

To see you maim and kill an enemy is his ultimate aphrodisiac. His darling, enjoying the spoils and glory of war. If you're enjoying it, he most definitely will. If he thinks that seeing the horrors of war by itself is arousing, that's increased tenfold when he catches you being the cause of such sights. Of course if you were to find yourself wanting, he couldn't deny you. Especially not when you plead so nicely for him.

N = NO (Something he won't do, turn offs)

I would say he wouldn't limit most things, but anything scat would have to be a hard no. It's unclean, and straight up nasty. That being said, he may be into bloodplay, or physically injuring his darling if that's what they want too.

If you want it, he needs it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Probably prefers to be on the giving end. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing like the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him, but he enjoys watching you come apart from the barest of touches, and being reduced to nothing more than a begging mess for more than what he's giving you. Me and my buddy also HC that he enjoys his partner sitting on his face (lol).

P = Pace (Is he fast, slow, stamina, etc)

His pace entirely depends on his intent. Generally, he'll be hard and fast, pumping into you mercilessly with full strokes that hits the back of your walls and leaves you crying out as you try to ground yourself by grabbing anything nearby. However, if he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll fuck you slowly and shallowly, not nearly giving you enough of what you need. He'll only let you have it once you've convinced him that you deserve this pleasure. Only then will he speed up, treading on the line of what's too much for you to handle.

Q = Quickies (His opinion on them? How often?)

The Major will 100% do quickies. It's an opportunity to satisfy his and your cravings, though it's often tangled with the risk of being discovered. While he does enjoy this though, he much prefers taking his time with you, toying with your body and leaving you on the edge of climax again and again. Teasing and denying until he finally gives in to you, and rewards you for being such a good little darling for him.

R = Risk (Will he experiment? Does he take risks?)

He'll absolutely take risks. There's almost nothing he wouldn't do, even if that involves direct threat to life. He'll fuck you in public, reminding you that you need to be quiet if you don't want to be caught by others. Even so, he'll still work your body to the point that you can't help but make noise. The thrill of being discovered only does more for him. Besides, what is the enemy going to do, kill him? Not until he's finished here, thank you. He's also not opposed to trying things that could hurt you, such as weaponplay. The element of danger just makes it so much more delicious.

I figure he would be a bit possessive, but at the same time, I can kind of see him allowing the Doc to fuck you as long as he watches, potentially even joining in to take you to new heights. When you look over to him, he'll tut and tell you to "Keep your eyes on ze man zhat's fucking you."

S = Stamina (How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?)

Being that he essentially became a cyborg, I'd say his stamina is better than that of your average human. He can easily outpace you, and keep on going even past your point of exhaustion. And even then, he'll continue. "You can do better zhan zat," He insists. "I'll make you come for me again."

T = Toys (Does he own toys? Does he use them?)

He probably owns just a fleshlight (based off of some official-looking art I saw). As long as it gets the job done. But when it comes to you, I've no doubt he has a few things in stock. Rope, blindfold, perhaps a gag, and a vibrator. He loves nothing more than to play with your body with that until you're begging for the real thing.

U = Unfair (How much does he like to tease?)

Oh boy. He might as well be the king of teasing. On a normal day he'll wind you up with small things. The silken sound of his voice, lingering touches, or perhaps low, whispered comments in your ear about how you are looking 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 tonight. He'll whisper all sorts of filthy things in your ear, knowing perfectly well the effect that it has, and then proceed to walk away and leave you to these thoughts and desires he's invoked.

He'll spend hours teasing at you, knowing how to play your body perfectly like it's a delicate instrument, only to then deny you of what you need most, telling you that you have not yet earned the right. That you won't finish until he says so. And even then, that 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.

Teasing him is a two way street. Either he finds it amusing, or you're being tied up and edged until your face is streaked with tears and your voice is nearly hoarse with pleas that 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.

V = Volume (How loud he is? What kind of noises does he make?)

In public settings I can see him being silent, save for a few growls or grunts. He knows that you love to hear him, so in more private settings he may make sensual, guttural noises for you, accompanied by praises or more dirty talk.

W = Wild Card

There's an AU idea I've started where he became a catholic priest. As far as that goes, he will definitely indulge in confessional sex. Having you ride him in the booth, clamping a hand over your mouth to keep you silent as he whispers more than sinful things to you.

X = X-Ray (What's under the clothes?)

There is some really convincing official-looking art that portrays him as having next to nothing. But fuck that, this is my obsession. I would say at least 5 inches hard; a nice fair average size for him. Though maybe if he's particularly riled up, an extra inch.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

Before you came along it wasn't that high. Maybe he satisfied himself a couple times a month. But with you there, hoo boy. Any opportunity he has to make you scream and whine for him, he's taking. You are his fetish, after all.

Z = Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Depends on the circumstances. If he has important work to do, I believe he'll have the stamina to get up and continue on with whatever he was doing before, or whatever needs to be done. Though if he does have the luxury of time on his side, he may stay beside you and trace over your figure idly before eventually falling asleep.

[ghouldtime]

Attending a Fantasy Ball with Captain Price and Ghost

Been seeing those events on my feed and they are SO sick and you know my first thought is always going to drift right back to the COD boys

(Disclaimer: I'm so sleep deprived this is all I could muster 😭 my life is wild rn)

Captain John Price

He's admittedly quite surprise you asked him to attend with you. After all, the captain isn't exactly known for his put-together manners and formality for those events. Sure, he's been to military ones - but those are full of people who he can shoot the shit with, who know him, and who know his mannerisms and are similar themselves. They're not civilians and they certainly are no strangers to his stories and well.... how he is

Price isn't, by any means, exactly plain crude or unput together. He's just rougher around the edges, more grizzled than his kind face lets on, and has far more bite to him than expected for those who don't know his background. He's pleasant company as long as you can handle his banter and gruffness, but he's not exactly the usual company for formal events for that reason. Plus, he's not exactly one to 'take it easy' or to actively go out to those events himself

But hey, if you're going out of your way to ask him, who would he be to deny? It's good to stretch his legs and attempt to be somewhat sociable with people outside of the unit and military alike. Not that it's exactly his cup of tea, but at least it's something to do and puts him out of his element in the best way. He's got to be able to navigate these things somehow and it gives him an opportunity to work on his people skills - and his ability to blend in

Besides, he gets to do it with a pretty thing on his arm ;) that makes it far more bearable. And he's spending time with you - surely it can't be that bad. You seemed to excited so humoring you is the least he can do

He actually has to look into the event itself to know what's expected - seeing as he's never BEEN to one of these things (he didn't even really know it was a thing either). It's not within his usual scope of hobbies or things he's used to, so he wants to go into it with at least half an idea so he's not fumbling through it. He's a captain, for Christ's sake, he still has a reputation to uphold. He's not one who likes being surprised. "Always be prepared" is something he absolutely takes to heart and it wouldn't be any different for this

He ends up going to Laswell to help get an outfit put together. He's a man of many things but fashion has never been his priority, he simply wears what's comfortable and what works. The last thing he wants to do is stand out like a sore thumb or embarrass you or himself. He knows Laswell has an eye for this thing more so than him, and asking her is his best bet (he'd never hear the end of it if he asked any of the boys)

In the end, he settled on a dark navy and black three piece suit. It's embroidered with starry accents - and a few rhinestones (courtesy of Laswell), with a few silver metal fittings to match. He isn't one to accessorize and grumbles when Laswell pins the brooches and chains on him, insisting he doesn't need all that, but the SECOND she turns her back he's checking himself out in the mirror.

John has never been a vain man but for once, he's actually fussing over his appearance, running his fingers through his short cropped hair and over his beard, trying to make sure he looks good from all angles. He might grouse on how he feels ridiculous and doesn't need to have all the glitz and bling, but there's something to be said about actually dressing up for once in his life

He's not wearing his boonie hat or his beanie, trust me, this means a lot for him not to do that. That might as well be the greatest testament to how much he cares for you

He's still wearing a bullet proof vest under it, though. Make no mistake. He's still locked, loaded, and yes, he's got a gun and knife to boot. You can never be too certain for things like this where he has no idea who is in attendance

He's not exactly sure how to feel about this whole thing but after getting ready, he's certainly feeling as confident as he looks. However, any thoughts about it or himself leave the moment he finally sees you

His world is full of gore, grit, and grime that it's easy to forget such beautiful things can exist. And he's not talking about your outfit choice alone as is, no. As pretty as that is, he's fixated on the small smile on your face and how almost bashful you seem under his scrutinizing gaze. He's never seen someone look so radiant

While he was so busy preparing for the ball itself, he forgot one crucial thing - that you were going to be dressed up too. It didn't register, didn't even come as something he'd think about until you're right there in front of him

Thank god his years of training meant he could keep a decent poker face even as his heart sputtered, but that didn't stop his eyes from falling all over you, before they're meeting yours. John has never been one to hold back, especially not with the words he says. "Don't you look absolutely ravishing, love." Is the first thing he says before he's slipping your arm in his, already leading the way

The second you get to the ball, he's already scoping out everything there is to it. From the people to the exits to anything that can be a threat. He's even holding you a bit closer to him as he takes in the environment, keeping you pressed to his side. Old habits die hard and he'll be damned if he doesn't use all he knows - especially seeing as you're right there at his side

There's the smallest bit of constant tension in his form as the weariness that never leaves his eyes lingers, but the moment he knows everything is secure, his attention is right back on you. Anyone else who wasn't close to him would miss the way his eyes soften around the edges, the ghost of a smile curling on the edge of his lips as he nods to the crowd, "Shall we?"

Seeing as he's very much here for you, he's letting you set the pace for the night and he's following suit. Want to dance? Lead the way - he's no master at it but he'll be happy to guide you to the rhythm. Want to socialize? He'll be there, hand on your hip, holding you close to him as you talk.

He'll always be keeping a look out, even if it's from the periphery of his vision. He'll stay relaxed as much as he can but with there being so many people and so much going on, his mind will always be in over drive. However, he'll still indulge, he'll still happily be as great company as he can as he keeps you on his arm or beside him

Speaking of, he's not letting you out of his sight. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's that he doesn't trust others nor the event space itself. Did you see those windows? A sniper's dream - he would know. He feels better knowing you're nearby and he can grab you at a moment's notice

With him sticking near you, you're pretty much always going to have a hand on you. Whether that be on your back, shoulder, arm, hand, or knee - he's keeping you close. He'll back off if you say something but feeling you there grounds him in the moment. He's a bit more touchy-feely, and a whole lot more affectionate, but the environment calls for it, love (at least that's what he'll tell you)

Before the night is over, he WILL be pulling you in for at least a single dance. It's a ball, aren't you meant to do that? He didn't get all dressed up to sit on the sidelines. Doesn't matter if you're clumsy or uncoordinated, he's had worse than someone stepping on his toes

He'll take you by the hand, guiding one to his hip and clasping the other in his roughened, calloused palm as he intertwines your fingers. The lingering musk of tobacco clings to him, ever present despite the fresh cologne he wore as he pulls you into his chest. The hand lingering on the small of your spine sure feels far more intimate as you meet his gaze, the crinkle returning to the crease of his eyes as he leans in, his breath fanning against your ear as he whispers, "I can show you another kind of dance later"

His chest vibrates with the rich timbre of his chuckle against you, heady and rough much like the scent that clung to his clothes. Whether he was joking or not is hard to tell as he keeps you buried into the warmth and steady weight of his body, not letting you pull back as he slows his sway. But the way the hand on your back slips a fraction lower, his thumb tracing small circles, it sure doesn't feel like it. Nor does it as his lips skim the shell of your ear, his hand squeezing yours tighter in a silent promise.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

He would also be incredibly surprised if you asked him to attend a ball. He's known for being the opposite of social and certainly won't make the acquaintanceship of most people, nor would he talk to them. He's "leave me alone" personified. Simon isn't one to go out in public just because he wants to or for frivolities. And he's most certainly not one to go out to big parties. They're too loud, too many people, and too much he can't count on

As much as the idea unsettles him and is out of his usual comfort zone, if you're asking him over the others, it's clearly for a reason. Maybe because you like him, maybe because you feel secure and safe around him (he's built like a brick shithouse, anyone would if he's on their side), maybe a bit of both. The point is you asked HIM, you actively want him to go with you, no mater how introverted he might be.

He'll begrudgingly agree after much deliberation. It's not an easy choice because he really doesn't like crowds or that level of people. He's had too many bad experiences with that and has worked his fair share of innocent events that turned south quickly. Even thinking about it puts him on edge. Anywhere with large groups of unarmed civilians has him instinctively alert, even if he knows nothing will happen.

However, you'll be there. It's just one night, and its high time he got to attempting to be slightly more social, even if it's only for a few hours. The regret of not going and of seeing the look on your face if he turned you down would be too much to bare. It sounds like you really want to go with him, already knowing how he is, which meant you likely wanted to spend the quality time together over focusing on the event alone. Passing that up is something only a fool would do. He only has so many people in this world left who matter and he'll be damned if he's pushing them away

He also knows you'll be considerate of him and his needs - otherwise, he would've never said yes, never let you close, and certainly never would have let you rope him into such a thing.

The concept isn't entirely foreign to him, he's worked at events like this and higher stakes events like formal balls and galas where important political figures attended. It's just he's never been to one himself. He never even went to a school dance. Simon has always been a bit of a loner and dances weren't something that appealed to him, not to mention the fact that he was never asked out. There's always a first time for everything

Much like Price, he too is researching - he's in the same boat of "Always being prepared". That means knowing the building, knowing the area, knowing the schedule of things, knowing WHO might be attending, and figuring out how he should be acting and dressing for this. Being certain of those things that he can know and control puts him in a more steady, prepared state of mind and gives him something to focus on. He'd rather know and be ready if things went south than be scrambling.

Believe it or not, he actually does have a fashion sense - he just usually doesn't choose to demonstrate it, since he's usually in work mode anyhow or in the privacy of his own home. He's also making his own outfit, seeing as finding his size isn't exactly an easy thing when it comes to formal wear. Most simply don't make things that suit his taste, build, and brawn alike. He KNOWS how to sew and will be using that to his advantage

Surprise surprise, he's wearing black. He knows it flatters him, it's his aesthetic, and it helps him blend in if need be. He'll settle on a black button down shirt, a black and gold jacquard vest, a matching tie, and slacks to tie it all together. That's not to say it's simple - please, he's added accents wherever he can, he's anything but a boring man. He's someone who has to add his own flair to it, whether that be the black embroidery on the silken sleeves, the lace trim, or the golden whorled accents creeping up on the edges of the vest of a shimmering thread, and the gold buttons and cufflinks holding it all together. He takes pride in how he appears

Naturally, he's also wearing a black tailcoat with the same accents, thank you very much. And of course, he's sporting a brand new skull mask. Seeing as this is a formal event however, he's traded in his trademark mask. He doesn't want to be recognized in that way. It's still very much a mask, granted, and it's still a skull. Not a humans though, he chose to model it after a badger's. It matches the whole outfit, being made of mostly black with gold etching painted along in a splintering pattern

And because he's extra, he had to get matching gloves with the same skeletal bone outline as his regular - however, this time it's in gold and tipped with short metal claws. He's going the extra mile if he has to go to this and he's making sure that he's looking like the absolute most while not drawing attention like a bad signal flare. He wants to look good for not only himself, but for you as well. After all, you asked him to be there - he's going to honor that the best he can and the privilege that that is

Similar to Price, he's also wearing a bullet proof vest underneath and is also carrying too. His beloved knives are coming along with, not that many people would notice until it's too late - if he had to use them, that is

Naturally, he knew you'd be dressing up too. He'd heard bits and pieces of what you'd wear, but nothing prepared him for the sight that greeted him. Nothing COULD have. Anything that had been in his mind paled in comparison to what he was witnessing in the flesh, his breath leaving him the second he caught the fading rivulets of the evening light on your form. He doesn't think that his battle-hardened, jaded mind could have come up with something even close no matter how hard it tried

For once, his mind fell silent, still, as his breath caught in his throat. Any possible thought escaping him as he froze, his deep brown eyes darkening as he stared. He couldn't help it - he was used to seeing dark nights, dark clothes, and even darker deeds. He wasn't used to seeing the equivalent of light incarnate, a beckon of warmth in his normally abyssal world

Thank goodness for the mask. He'd have been a goner without it hiding the shock on his face. It took everything in him to swallow, schooling himself back into his usual calm, resigned stoicism as you drew closer. "You clean up nicely," He mused, genuine but more bantery than what he wanted to say, "Not gonna give me a twirl, darling?"

He hopes that by masking it with his sense of humor, you wouldn't notice how his fingers twitched or how uneven his breathing suddenly seemed to be

His traitorous heart didn't calm until you finally arrived at the venue - not that he'd admit it or say anything out loud. Being there gave his mind a task, a purpose, something to focus on aside from how he faltered whenever he looked a bit too long, a certain warmth that was usually so foreign in his heart making itself known

He too is one who is figuring out all the exits, who is where, and what's going on. Vigilance doesn't leave him just because he's off duty. It's ingrained from how he scans the room to how he has a hand on you at nearly all times, never once losing track of you and refusing to break the contact he has (whether that be physical or even simple eye contact)

No matter what you do, he's hovering like the worlds most menacing shadow. He's never far or out of reach, unless maybe you're going to the bathroom. Even then, he's waiting outside of it, keeping an ear out and his eyes trained on the hall. He's not here because he wants to attend a ball, he's here for you

(Have to break this up due to the text block limit lmao)

He's a silent sentinel, only really talking to you, not even bothering to engage with others or entertain any of their notions. Small talk? Not going to be happening, he's going to put out his most disinterested expression and will keep to himself. If others are asking if he wants to join an event, he's declining unless you're the one saying yes. He's not there for the party, he's there for and because of you, and he's making that clear

Call it poor etiquette but he doesn't care when he's not there to make friends and he won't be seeing these people likely ever again. Manners never really were his thing. Besides, if they really wanted to be his friend, they'd read his vibe and promptly leave him be. He's much like a feral cat at times and needs space, he'll come to you if and when he's ready

You'll be the one leading and he'll simply be following, living up to his name as he haunts your every move. While he's not chatty to or with others, he's still very much himself around you. He's leaning over your shoulder to whisper a bad joke in your ear or a sly innuendo that'll have you flushed in no time, batting at his arms as he chuckles. You don't need to see his face to know the smile in his eyes or feel the rise and fall of his chest as he silently laughs at your reactions

As the night draws to a close, he'll take you by the hand with the excuse of needing to leave early to beat the rush of traffic of people who are about to leave. However, when the cool night air greets you, you're not met with a parking lot or being rushed to the car

Instead, he's stopping you almost abruptly when you're both standing in the moonlight, the motion causing you to fall right into his arms which suddenly bracket you against the cushion of his chest

The way his gaze softens is almost imperceptible underneath the shrouds of shadows cast by his mask, but you can feel it in his half-lidded stare and the tender way that he keeps you close, strength belied with how soft he held you

He doesn't say a word - remaining still enough in the moment that when he finally moves to cup your face, it feels as if it's happening in slow motion. You swear he's leaning down closer, closer, until - you feel the pad of his gloved thumb swipe at the corner of your mouth, Ghost mindful of the gilded claws just enough to barely scratch the surface of your skin in a way that has a shudder run down your spine. "You had a little something right there...." He murmurs, peering down at you through those pale lashes of his that seem even more striking against the moonlight. The small up-down shudder of his chest, despite the lack of noise that escapes him, tells you once again he's laughing. Bastard.

[thepookiestpookiebear]

Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

[yearningaces]

(Too shy to say off nonny, sorry.) But I love your writing. Especially that it explores more than the sexual side of romances. I love to interact with the world in a way less driven in such a manner. It's a lovely change to see your writing in my sphere.

But also:

We have you meeting Nyx's family and fitting into his world, but what about trying to fit him into yours?

(never apologize, anon is on for a reason 👍)

I'm so so happy my blog can offer that for you! It's such a bummer each time I find some romantic buildup "plot sweet fluff they fuck." "Plot wholesome- they did this all just to fuck." "Romanc- they did it for sex."

And that's no problem! If people enjoy that then they can there's nothing wrong with enjoying sexual things, but as an asexual who is romantically attracted to folks(monsters mostly) it's disheartening to have almost every story end the same way so I have to skip huge chunks or just not read.which really minimizes how many stories I really have available

As for the idea you have!

Writing about families is far less reader inclusive so what I'm going to do is a brief overview that mostly is gonna focus on Nyx just being brought into the more human side of the world.

And with that in mind!

It takes time. And patience. Nyx is a bundle of nerves, and he loves you his wonderful human so much! But he's still terrified. Because you're sweet and good and know how to be gentle. Not every human does, and telling them apart is difficult at first.

Having to watch you and every other human tear through meat down to the bone at some restaurants (I'm craving ribs) takes him some time to not feel like he's about to fly out of his seat. So you compromised, he would never ask you not to eat something, but you do offer to cut whatever meat you're eating off the bone cause it seems to help his nerves.

The swarm and crowds of humans are so much larger than him, and so very loud for his delicate rabbit ears. Headphones and earbuds don't exactly work given his... Ear shapes.

What does work is a beanie he can tuck his ears into, or a crochet scarf(grandpa bun at it again) wrapped around his ears and head enough to cover them. It muffles the sounds.

Carry him. Please carry him, his legs are rabbit legs, his hind paws are rabbit paws no shoe can fit that and he refuses to wear dog shoes. Pavement is hot. Piggy back ride or sling him over your shoulder, if he's off the ground he's happy. (moreso if you show off that human strength)

Hates transportation at first. It's different, he walks or hops everywhere and now he just has to sit still and wait to get there? No. Give him the backseat to move around or find a bus that's not crowded so he can stretch his legs, y'all will not survive otherwise I'm sorry but ultimate "gotta move" attitude.

Other humans will scare him. You do, but in the attractive "this is my partner and they're so capable I love them so much" kinda way. Other humans set off danger alarms 24/7 that you only set off 11/7. It takes a good amount of time and slow buildup in exposure to combat this. If any human gets too close and doesn't hear him when he says to leave him alone(something you and him did practice) then he will fall on instincts and just bolt. So once you lay someone out in the asphalt, you gotta find the bun.

General aside, into family's. This is based around a loose idea of mother father siblings just because that's what I'm most familiar with

Absolutely prey fear in his eyes. Deer in the headlights when your folks opened the door to greet y'all together for the first time. You might have to actually carry him into the house and just sit with him for a few minutes, cuddle him a bit somewhere alone because he's in a human den of unknown humans. He needs to adjust to the many different scents and sights and sounds. And even if you vouch for them, these humans aren't you- he doesn't trust them the way he trust you and his instincts are absolutely screaming. 0/10 experience for the first few minutes.

Let him take his breaths and he'll gather his nerves to greet your family- but the best way would be to do so one by one. Otherwise it's another overwhelmed break time.

Eventually he might relax enough to rest around them, but Nyx absolutely will never sleep around any humans if you are not actively attached to him in that moment. He'll lay and lounge if he's really exhausted but will never sleep around your family or friends or any human if you aren't actively holding him or just close enough he can feel or at least smell you.

Humans are scary, they won't ever feel safe to him, that's just instinct. But you're his human, his partner. He'll sleep like a baby in your arms if it's just the two of you, and even if he wakes and has a heart attack because why are your eyes dilated in the dark and staring at him?

He's always gonna be a bunny boy. Always gonna be a bundle of nerves and hardwired red flag instincts because he is prey.

He can grow to trust and care about your family, but only really because they're an extention of you, selfish as it might seem.