Minors dni. requests semi-open for heated rivalry, NINAH and Backrooms (2026), inbox open. Age in bio please. I go by Gator or Johnny l, 20+, He/It/Xe, FTM, AroAce, MLM, ASD. I only write male or ftm reader. Mental health in the dumps, so expect less activity.
I'd like to make a humble request of more yautja/yautja oc fics. I really like the way you right them. Reading them is always how I get ideas to write for myself
Sincerely, 🦭🏳️⚧️ anon
Yautja OCS (Paika and T’e’joal) x Chubby chef male reader
Headcanons
Hi guys, it’s been a while since I wrote yautja stuff. Meet Paika, the youngest brother of one of the other yautjas on this blog, Cahn’thih. You can read about Cahn here and here. I wanted to write poly yautja, so heres two.
Paika’s got sandy colored skin, and has various shades of browns and a bit of orange on his scales. T’e’joal is a swampy green with light and dark splotches, think like a wet forest toad, he’s also the bigger of the two.
Reader is a chef cuz why not. Gotta fatten your yautja up with human meals.
I like to think you meet Paika and T’e’joal at some point where humans have joined in space travel. Maybe they’ve even started trying to get along, or doing stuff like cultural exchanges.
One of the things humanity decides to share, is food. You just happen to be the unlucky fucker who gets sent to yautja prime, all because you have no family, no lover, kids or even a pet. So if you die, it won’t be a big loss for earth.
T’e’joal is the first you meet of the two. He lost his entire arm during a hunt when he was younger, and has developed a permanent limp because of a corrosive acid. Because of this, T’e’joal works closer to the less battle-based parts of society.
And yes I know yautja prime would have ways to fix these things, but this is my story. Let's just say T’e’joal have come to accept this part of himself.
T’e’joal is in charge of materials, food and distribution of said materials. This also means he’s in charge of you getting all the produce, fuel and cooking materials you way need.’
Having worked as a chef for many years by this point, also means you have a steel of spine and don’t take bullshit. This means you aren’t scared of insulting T’e’joal and his workers when they bring you less than acceptable produce, or ordering him to take stuff back and bring you ‘something worth your time’.
The few other humans that are planet-side still tend to treat Yautja with caution, so having you sneer at him and wave him off like a young blood makes T’e’joal’s blood rush.
T’e’joal finds it hot, what can he say, especially if you’re on the older side with salt and pepper in your hair and stubble. The yautja delivering to you all find it hot that you’re built thick too.
Paika and T’e’joal are already a couple by this point, so Paika gets to hear all about you. As well as catching your scent on T’e’joal, a musk that makes them both grumble and chuff.
You smell like musk, sweat, the cologne you wear, the food you cook and the cigarettes you smoke. It makes their mandibles itch, and Paika being the younger of the two, gets real hot and bothered by it.
I like to imagine you become a bit of a celebrity, at least by yautja standards, and maybe just with a couple of clans.
But a tall thick human who isn’t scared of even the most scarred warrior is like something out of an erotic novel.
I also like to think that having extra weight on your bones can be seen as desirable to some clans, maybe not yautja culture as a whole who prides itself on warriors. But to some, you are pure eye candy.
What you and T’e’joal have going on is more insulting each other and grumbling like old men, mixed with some flirting. The kind of flirting where people assume you two hate each other, but you wanna get in the others pants.
Or well, the few humans present assume this. The other Yautja can smell T’e’joal’s intentions, as well as the thick scent Paika leaves behind on T’e’joal when he has to visit your spot.
When you finally get to meet Paika your first thought is ‘cute’. He's still tall, but small for a yautja. You can look him in the eyes, which doesn’t say much as you’ve always been tall for a human. Paika on the other hand is short for a yautja.
He's younger than T’e’joal, and acts more like a breeder of yautja hounds. Apparently his brother is mated to a human, which is where Paika learned to compliment your eyes and ‘handsome jaw shape’.
He's kinda clumsy for a Yautja, which is to say, he’s graceful compared to a human. But it’s obvious he’s still green, where T’e’joal has seen a bit of it all.
They make a pretty hot couple, to you anyways. You’ve spent a couple of nights lying in bed with a cigarette thinking about how they get it on. Then you get so mad that you’re thinking about it, stub out the cigarette, and go to sleep.
It's not your fault that you, like most chefs, feel a deep urge to cook for people you care for.
So what if you start piling up meals and shoving them in T’e’joal’s arms, or keeping Paika’s favorite human dessert stocked. And of course you feel smug when you see them both preen at the food, Paika more than T’e’joal.
You haven’t had much time to get into Yautja culture on a deeper level. All you’ve really cared to learn is what not to do, so you don’t get killed, which maybe means you’ve kickstarted a courting display with the two Yautja.
You take it as smalltalk when Paika starts asking about your hobbies outside of cooking, ignoring how he droops when you say you don’t really do anything else.
And you get annoyed when T’e’joal starts taking away your cigarettes and picking on you about your health. He even offers to bring you to his clans healer, the one’s who’ve kept him alive and healthy all these years.
They both look so sad when you reject their care, because what can ya do, you’ve gotten so used to being alone and working with prickly people. Having someone care is weird and uncomfortable.
Behind the scenes Paika and T’e’joal are struggling to come up with courting gifts. Paika isn’t really a hunter, and T’e’joal can’t hunt anymore, at least nothing that will be an acceptable courting gift.
Its the human mate of Paika’s brother that gives them ideas.
Up until now, you’ve been cooking at a government-run kitchen, to be part of the whole cultural exchange of it all. But you’ve mentioned once or twice in passing that you’ve always dreamed of running your own restaurant.
So obviously these two fools start to look for ways to make this possible.
Long courtships isn’t out of the norm for Yautja, and grand displays like building you a whole restaurant isn’t either. Instead, the more traditional clans will nod their heads in approval at the sheer size and display of it all.
It just means you three get to grow a lot closer, and you get to feel smug when you see the two musclebound yautja start to get a little softer around their edges.
You take it as a badge of honor, to be able to fatten up yautja of all beings. And hey, maybe that’ll bring you new customers, the ones that find some softness very attractive and all that.
Paika and T’e’joal become more intimate in their touches, as well as staying close to you and bringing you small gifts. This leads to you being more open with them, though you still won’t go to the healer.
The first time you touch Paika’s dreads, the poor yautja almost passes out. Not that he would ever admit this to anyone, but Paika has been thinking about it for months.
You just kinda find them both cute, even T’e’joal when he flares his mandibles when he yawns. Or when they let you look at them closer, more curious than anything.
Hearing them both rumble the first time made you quirk a brow, thinking it was growling, until T’e’joal explained it was purring. You get a good laugh out of that, and then don’t think about it again.
Paika’s brother-in-law gets a good laugh out of all of this, because you’re oblivious to their advances. Not completely, but all the usual Yautja signs go right over your head.
That doesn’t stop you from developing your own feelings. Feelings have always been kept close to your chest though, and you don’t wanna be a homewrecker and all that.
It's through other casual Yautja customers that you learn that their people aren’t really monogamous, and some Yautja are in poly relationships.
This does add to your late-night delusions. Something you try to deny exists.
It takes a year, maybe two, for the restaurant to be done. T’e’joal and Paika called in a lot of favors from friends and their clans, but it gets built. The location was specifically picked so it could be frequented by both Yautja and human.
Days off are rare for you, but the two force themselves into your schedule on one of these days.
Paika is twitchy and quiet, which is strange for him. T’e’joal is tense, his jaw set and his mandibles clicking. Some part of you fear that maybe it’s his leg, or his phantom pains.
Until they get to the building. It looks like a mix of human and Yautja architecture, it’s a little weird but so pretty. And the sign as the name you mentioned in passing, a long time ago.
It's a name that has a deep meaning to you. Maybe it’s your beloved grandparents name, something from a book, a song, or just something that you came up with when you were 15 and full of dreams.
At first you don’t understand, looking at Paika and T’e’joal with confused and wide eyes. It makes no sense, what is this? How? When?
Paika finally snaps out of his fear and tells you everything, how he and T’e’joal have been trying to court you for so long, how they wanted to make the perfect gift, how they wanted to give you something you had always wanted.
Emotions were something you didn’t like to think about, better shoved to the side so you could focus on work and cooking.
But tears well up in your eyes, a sob tearing through your chest. The tears are not sad, instead it’s such a strange mixture of disbelief, love, confusion, and relief.
They both look nervous, hesitant in their own way. It's only when you laugh and walk over and kiss them both that the nerves melt away. Kissing mandibles is weird and something that takes practice, but you think it was pretty great.
T’e’joal is the one to give the tour, shooting off the dry mean jokes you two have shared all these years, when he shows that there’s room for all your gear and produce.
Paika is smug about the outside sitting area, happily showing you the human plants they were able to grow in Yautja soil. His chirping makes both you and T’e’joal kiss him, because he’s just so cute.
And after you three finally become mates, maybe the two can make you kick your smoking habit and go to the clan healer. Now you’ve got people worth living for after all.
honestly, all I have was mentioned in the protagonist x visitor reader post. He's still kind of a vague idea that i only play with when im bored and fantasizing.
I think bar guy from no I'm not a human would just pair so nicely with a twink reader. Maybe the reader is shy and a bit soft spoken, just the perfect kind of guy for bar guy to be smitten over and want to protect.
Bar Guy (Esenin) x male reader
Headcanons
I’m always so damn late to every damn fandom, but here I am, getting the NINAH brainworms when everyone else has already moved on.
Let’s say you’re an artist, or even a poet, since Bar guy is based off of Sergei Yesenin. But instead of writing dark and provoking work, your stuff is more based on hope and the positive.
You've always been soft spoken, kind and shy, which has made it very hard, even before everything happened with the sun and visitors.
You've always been short, skinny and soft to look at, leading to you being picked on a lot when you were younger, and being seen as lesser.
This is what leads to you and Esenin meeting each other, perhaps you grew up in the same rundown neighborhood, both excluded for being weird. You for being short, kind and warm, and Esenin, for being too tall, quick to anger and quite cynical, even back then.
At first what you two feel for each other isn’t romantic, but just a deep trust and care, because you’re all the other has, you know?
But as you two grow older, and it becomes clear that you aren’t just ‘feminine’ in your hobbies, but your preference too, Esenin becomes even more protective.
I don’t think there’s much room for soft spoken and shy queer poets during this time, but Esenin likes to see you smile, so he supports your work.
Before everything that happens in the game takes place, the two of you shared a small apartment. It's all you two could afford with the salary you both make, but it’s homey and warm.
The walls have art you’ve made, and the few pictures you two have taken over the years, there’s a family picture here or there, but you both don’t talk much to your families anymore.
I don’t think there’s a label for what you guys are, it’s too dangerous to put labels on it. But you’ll lean against his side, and Esenin will press a light kiss against the top of your head.
You buy ointments or other treatments for his aching joints, and Esenin will read your poetry, the stuff that’s a little too queer to ever publish.
I like to think he does enjoy your work, even if he isn’t really into poetry or art, he just likes seeing you happy. That’s not gonna stop him from being a little shit about it though.
After all these years you know he never means his comments though, taking it with a grain or salt, or even smacking him with your notebook and scoffing at him.
Protecting you would lead to Esenin being even more volatile or downright rude to other people.
He's harder to pick on because he’s so big and unnatural to look at, most people will simply ignore he exists. But you? You exist with a target on your back, being small, pretty and artistic.
He's gotten into many fights for you, even when you aren’t there. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he’s thrown out of the bar in the game. By then it’s too late to go back to your shared apartment, but it adds to his fear, knowing you’re alone.
He doesn’t talk about you to the protagonist, or anybody else in the house. Esenin is too used to keeping you close to his chest, protected and covered away from everyone.
The protagonist does catch him reading a notebook, that looks extremely small in his large hands. The writing is small and looping, something very pretty and planned.
It's poetry you wrote specifically for him, something you gave him when you guys both turned 18, because you couldn’t afford anything at the time.
It's also his most priced possession, and something Esenin guards like an angered long-limbed dragon.
It doesn’t help that he’s terrified for you, thinking about you all day and getting no sleep, worrying about your safety.
For one reason or another Esenin can’t go back to the apartment, so he spirals even faster than in the game. Maybe they hear over the radio that your apartment building is one of the buildings that was burnt down.
Of course, Esenin becomes very suicidal and cynical, ready to end it all if he could. Without you there’s no reason to stay after all.
During this time, and if he’s present, Wireface and Esenin will gain a weird kind of relationship. They can’t understand each other, but them both being queer is just kinda felt by the other, and your kind always watches out for each other.
Wireface being smaller and pretty reminds Esenin of you, which makes him feel a bit better, until he remembers you and feels crushed again.
Wireface tries to comfort him, in awkward small ways, because he too has a ‘friend’ he’s thinking about.
Then one night someone shows up at the door, wearing a knitted hat, an old scarf, a coat way too big for them and an over the shoulder back stuffed to the brim with paper and writing utensils.
The protagonist is on edge, as always, but you’re just... very cute and kind, even with everything going on. You even let him do all the tests he wants, and you thank him with some poetry that you ‘saw in a dream’. (think something strange and mystic, if this was really in the game)
You look worse to wear, thinking Esenin has been dead after checking the bar you heard he was at. When you discovered they’d thrown him out, you started sobbing and praying it wasn’t true.
In the end you weren’t allowed to stay there either, not that you wanted to stay, and you end up at the protagonist’s house.
You go to sit in the living room, because that seems most comfortable, only for your knees to give out when a familiar, too long figure it sitting hunched up on the couch.
Words are impossible to get out, so instead you just sob. It's such a familiar noise that Esenin immediately looks up, his eyes bloodshot from grief and exhaustion.
And there you are, alive, eyes puffy from all your crying, wearing his old coat, and carrying your most priced poetry in the bag he gifted you years ago.
The reunion can’t be something too extreme, but you two bling to each other, shaking and crying, you much more visibly than Esenin.
Wireface acts like he doesn’t see the small kiss you two share, he’s just happy to see that people like him still survive in these trying times. It makes his heart ache with longing but also resilience.
The protagonist doesn’t give a shit if you two openly kiss and cuddle, he could care less. He only cares about you two not being visitors.
It would be kinda funny if your presence made the protagonist just... calm down a little. Not a lot, but he’s willing to listen to your latest piece. It’s as warm, hopeful and loving as always, and it gives a bit of light in these dark times.
Esenin would be jealous, but he knows that’s just who you are, always so nice and welcoming. Accepting of others and their strangeness.
I do think you sit curled up in Esenin’s lap most of the time, the two of you just holding on to each other, and talking quietly together.
And you become close with Wireface too, having an easier time understanding him. Not because you speak his language, but because you’re willing to look silly when it comes to using your hands and body to communicate.
Esenin just thinks it’s cute, but he never says it out loud, maybe even making a few comments about you, which just makes you huff at him and pout.
I'd like to think you two have a good ending, just for my own heart, but we also know how ninah works. No matter what ending though, you guys die or live together.
I read amab reader because I'm trying to learn how to properly write it as well as mlm fiction. This is one of the best amab readers I have read thus far. The emotional roller-coaster I was on reading this...
I dont write fem reader but I sometimes like partaking in it anyways, and man, I just wanna write smth where reader has body hair. Where's her bush? You think baelor or maekar targaryen would fear some bush?
I was wondering do you do girl charectors or just boys when you make x reader fics?
I love love nebula from the guardians if the galaxy and I was wondering if the answer is yes you could write a cute cuddling nebula x reader fic
Thanks!!
Hi :3 thank you for enjoying my work, I really appreciate it.
I sadly only write for male characters when it comes to romance and the like. If I do write female characters its because its a group, for example the batfam from dc, or the avengers. Sorry :p
well, my favorite character is Mark, which is fun cuz normally the mc won't be my fave. I also enjoy Nolan, Oliver, Rex, Eve, Debbie and Monster girl.
hottest characters are Mark and all his variants, Nolan, Nolans dad, Argall, Thragg, Conquest, Thaedus, The immortal, Battle beast, and Darkwing 1 and 2.
Only character I outright loathe is Anissa, I wish her ending was worse than it was, all my homies hate Anissa.
Sweet, means I can finally get some NINAH ideas out my head.
So I am thinking of something with the Protag mainly but honestly I think this could end up working for any of the guys.
The reader is horrible at hiding the fact that he is a visitor but still somehow was able to get a place in the house of the Protag, like everything about them just feels / looks off but he isn't actually causing any harm so no one is really sure what to do with them. But it turns out that he is actually just killing only visitors that threaten harm to the protag (or whoever you choose) and not humans.
He's just a really odd guard dog that has become too attached to living people.
The Protagonist/Hermit x Visitor male reader
Headcanons
Reader is based on the NINAH oc I cooked up for fun, except you’re a visitor. I don’t have a name for the protagonist, so if y’all have any good ideas, lemme know.
hope yall enjoy this.
I like to think you show up on one of the early days, like day two or three. At this point you’ll most likely be the strangest person to show up at the protagonists door.
Unlike other residents, you’re covered from head to toe. Since reader is based on an oc of mine, you wear a gimp hood with a zipper over its mouth and eyes, a leather straitjacket, leather pants and boots. Only one of the zippers over the eye is zipped open.
At this point it’ll already be obvious you aren’t completely normal. You're a bit too tall, maybe your legs are too long, or it’s the fact that your eye is visibly bloodshot and your pupil is rolling around like a marble.
Had this been in the game, I feel reader would be a character you only allowed inside for a specific ending, items or lore. But this is a fun story, so :3c
The protagonist wouldn’t know all the signs of a visitor yet, and for some reason, he lets you inside.
The room you decide to take place in, will be his bedroom, sitting at the edge of his bed. If the seductive woman shows up at the door the protag can’t let her in, since you won’t leave his bed.
You don’t speak much, just hover, staring. Sometimes he’ll hear you growl or gurgle behind the door when he walks past his bedroom.
And other times he can hear you whispering to yourself. The words are gibberish, or at least a language he doesn’t understand.
You also won’t leave his room even when he sleeps. The first night the protag tried to stay awake, but at some point you turn, pull your arms from the straitjacket, and start massaging his ankles and whispering to yourself.
It should be really off-putting, and it is, but it’s like a lullaby. Whatever language you’re speaking is like a warm loving hand on his bruised and hurt soul.
After you show up, the cashier girl, if she’s been allowed in, will start to get very scared of you and paranoid. If the protag talks to her, she’ll comment about you opening the door to the storage room and just staring at her, for hours, during the night.
She's the only visitor you don’t kill because she realizes what she is, loses it, and is killed by the protag. After this happens, the protag notices that you start rumbling at the foot of his bed. It's not really a cat-like purr, but something wet and guttural, like boiling mud.
It's clear to the protagonist and other residents that you aren’t human, especially when you start bleeding from the mouth, which leaks through the zipper of your hood.
Or when the protagonist sees your hands and finds dirt under your fingernails. For one reason or another, the protagonist, who’s ended up finding a weird comfort in your silent creepy presence, just comments about you being dirty.
When he takes an aura photo of you, the shape is barely human, it’s like you aren’t even trying. It feels more like something out of a medieval painting of the devil.
Some residents will comment about you not breathing, not eating or drinking, or even blinking. Multiple of them will be creeped out by you. Confirmed visitors will say you’re dangerous and try to talk the protagonist into making you leave.
But to the protagonist you feel kinda like a big misshapen and gross dog, in a way. After a night or two you start curling up at the foot of his bed, limbs cracking and twisting to curl up in a small ball.
He's heard you growling at the door once or twice too, the noise something disgusting, foul and off-putting. It makes the hairs on his skin stand up and his heart race, like his body knows you’re not meant to exist.
Your worth becomes very clear the first night there are three visitors in the home. Since the rule is two visitors, but you don’t kill, then it’s three.
Everyone will hear a terrifying noise, imagine the shy guy from scp, then a wet tearing and then a thud. Obviously no one dares to move, even the normal humans who just saw you kill a visitor.
Then there’s a wet dragging noise, the front door opens, you throw something, and the door closes again. They hear running water, as you clean the blood off your leather, and then you crawl back into bed.
The protagonist will see the blood dragged on the floor, and when he’s told by whoever was in the room that you killed the visitor, protag will pat you on the head.
He doesn’t say anything, but you start doing that gurgling rumble again, your pupil blowing so large it almost swallows up the entire visible eye.
The protagonist jokingly offers you a treat, something random he finds in a cupboard like a cracker. The zipper on your hood pulls open on its own, and you take it, your tooth as white as chalk and your gums bright red with blood.
Other human residents will be terrified of your presence, some will want you gone, others will see the appeal of a visitor that only kills other visitors.
They learn quick enough that you’ll kill humans though, when the suit guy tries to pull a gun on him. None of them actually see what happens because you move so fast, but suddenly suit guy is missing his head, and you’re coated in blood.
Protag finds himself starting to care about you, not as a lover, at least not yet, but you’ve dug your way into his chest somehow. With all your weird inhuman shapes and sounds.
He isn’t actually sure how strong you truly are, until you chase off the pale visitor. When he shows up at the door, you fly at him like a feral mutt, your body twisting and turning like rubber.
They can only really see you guys fly off into the dark, letting out the most terrifying noises as you rip into one another.
It's only next morning when you show up just before the sun goes up, carrying the arm of the pale visitor, like some weird copy of a cat bringing a dead bird to it’s owner.
What the protagonist doesn’t know, is that you’ve strung everything else up around the property, as a warning to FEMA and other visitors.
With you present, there would be another ending, if the relationship between the protagonist and you deepens. At some point he notices that he can be alone, with just you, and nothing happens.
FEMA might try to come knocking, but even they are scared away by ‘that thing he keeps in his house’, but the protag doesn’t care.
He's comfortable, his house and property being left untouched by whatever chaos goes on outside, hell, it’s even like the heat of the sun won’t touch it.
As the world burns, the protagonist sits on his porch, with you draped over his lap like a weird cat, drinking a cup of coffee, because somehow you can leave and return with all kinds of things.
All in all, he’s living a great life, a nice isolated life, just you two. And if the world around the borders of his property starts blurring, and then disappearing, well, why should he care.
He doesn’t look into what you are and can do too much, even if you seem to be warping reality. As long as it’s to make him happy and comfortable, then it doesn’t matter.
How i feel getting the worst panic attack ive had in months cuz im supposed to be starting a new job tomorrow, and the only thing that helps calm me down is watching edits of superheroes:
