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.
Hi again, friend! Thank you for my previous request! 😍
I'm so happy you like the idea of a fox!hybrid reader! I'm sure he'd a sly, cheeky, little shit! 😏 I would looooove to see the Hollanov dynamic with him - mayyyybe a sneaky sprinkling of Scott if you're feeling generous. (Totally all good if not though!) 🥹🫶🏻
Thank youuuu!
Lovvvvvvve! 😘😘😘
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov x Fox hybrid male reader
Rambles
Y’all seen the new interview with the vampire stuff? Oh Daniel Molloy, I need him so bad.
I like to think in this verse you aren’t a hockey player. Maybe you’re a nutritionist, or their massage therapist or something. Foxes have a broad diet after all, so it would make sense a resourceful fox hybrid could figure out ways to keep hockey players fed and healthy.
The relationship is still on the newer side, as in, Shane and Ilya have had their whole thing for years, and you first started dating them months after Shane joined the Centaurs.
Foxes can be social creatures, though tricky at times, so you get along well with Harris, and then later the players. And maybe it’s because you scented Harris for fun, just to see Troy, a binturong hybrid, tense up and start huffing and puffing.
Ilya would have first noticed the way you like to tease other hybrids, it’s just second nature. Foxes are known for being sly and cheeky. You never mean any harm, you just like to nip, wrestle and wave your fluffy tail at them to tease them.
Poor Luca, a bat-eared fox hybrid, gets the brunt of it. I like to think Shane and Ilya really truly started falling for you when you started, without noticing, parenting Luca like a fox would.
They see you bring Luca jams and sandwiches filled to the brim with ‘everything a growing fox may need’, and their hearts melt. Once they even catch you brushing Luca’s tail and scolding him on taking care of his fur, his teeth and his claws.
When you three get together, your ‘mother-henning’ or should we say mother-foxing gets worse. Now all your instincts are saying, hey, this is my skulk, gotta keep an eye out.
You're obviously all over Ilya and Shane, much more than the others. You can’t help but scent them and nuzzling them, or the fact that you start ‘caching’, by picking up hobbies like pickling and jarring stuff to keep in storage.
Knowing your partners are human, you try to suppress the more visible and ‘over the top’ fox behavior. Maybe you’ve had an ex in the past that got very annoyed about it, and you don’t wanna ruin it this time.
But your sweet partners have gone out of their way to research fox hybrid behavior, even going to Luca when they aren’t sure. Of course they’d wanna support you in the ways they can as a human, they want you to be just as happy in the relationship as them.
Imagine coming home from having to stay back at the rink to work up a new plan, to see they’ve built a blanket fort. It's really bad, made with chairs and the kitchen table, but Shane and Ilya both look shy about it, Shane more than Ilya but still.
You find out they tried to make a den for you, since they read that fox hybrids like to snuggle up. But you haven’t been doing that, not wanting to seem ‘too fox-like', so they tried making one for you.
It honestly makes you cry, your tail lashing from side to side as you hug and kiss then. The blanket fort could use more work, but it’s soft and comfortable, there’s even string lights. Shane grumbles about it being a fire hazard, but he doesn’t mind too much.
Your partners assume you’d wanna be alone in there, to just take it all in. But they’re both stopped when they hear some noises coming from the ‘den’.
The noises are a bit strange and strange, even a little scary, had they not looked it up before. Cuz maybe Ilya had the idea of looking up, ahem, spicy content, about Fox hybrids, just to ‘study’, so they can pleasure you right.
So, it’s obvious it’s mating barks, and that them building you a den has made you all kinds of hot and bothered.
It's clearly not turned down, and the den is put to very good use. It becomes very messy, and you guys will need to do a lot of laundry, but you’re all satisfied.
You do ride them both again after Shane slinks out to bring in a platter of berries, cheeses and meats to snack on. Cuz how could you not, they deserve it. Plus, they’re really hot, who wouldn’t wanna ride your hot hockey lovers.
No Scott mention this time, but I'm very open to writing about him and Kip.
I really like your Hollanov fics with a pup reader.
However, if it’s okay, could we have the same scenario but with (male) cat/kitten play? I imagine reader would be a lot more sassy as a cat, and more powerbottom-ish.
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov x male reader
Rambles
Guess who got a job today. It’s only part-time and three days a week, but it’s something. I’m very nervous but trying to stay positive. Hollanov time to cope.
I like to think as a kitten, you get to be more pampered and bratty, compared to being a pup. A pup has a crate, leather gear, has to pee outside and eat from bowls on the floor.
As their pretty kitty you have a cushier lifestyle. Meaning you wear pretty lacey stuff instead of hard leather, unless that’s what you like of course, but even then it’s more pretty than practical.
It doesn’t help that Ilya comes across as the kind of guy who pampers his pets, no matter what animal you are. Shane can’t help but indulge every now and then too, but he tries to keep it to more ‘useful’ items.
For the most part you wear fluffy realistic ears you can clip in your hair, or on a headband. Your tail is a fluffy thing attached to a plug, something both your owners like to pet and pull on at times.
Ilya for some reason really likes when you wear those knee-high socks with the paw pads on the bottom, even more if you wear fingerless glovers with paw pads on the palm. He will spend a lot of time ‘massaging your paws’, aka rubbing them.
You have human-sized cat beds, multiple throughout the cottage even, but you enjoy curling up on the couch, in their bed, or in their laps. If you’re feeling real frisky, you’ll ‘knead’ in their laps to get them hard.
This always leads to punishment or you having to ‘fix the problem you made’, but you don’t mind. Both Shane and you do roll your eyes a bit when Ilya asks if ‘kitty wants his milk?’.
As a pampered sassy kitten you have many collars, of difference quality and price. The most expensive one has real gems on it, and was something your lovers bought for you as an anniversary gift.
There's also different colored tails and ears, depending on your mood. Sometimes you wanna be a silly orange cat, and other times you wanna be a sassy tortoiseshell.
Theres also a very fluffy white tail you wear, when you want Shane or Ilya to brush you. This will always lead to them teasing the plug and tail, sometimes even pulling it out and replacing it with their fingers, or something more if you’ve been a ‘good kitty’.
You do have bowls on the floor to eat from, one of those elevated cat bowls, and a water fountain, the stainless steel kind they say is so good for cats. Most of the time you’ll jump into a chair and beg for food.
And by beg I mean tilting your head and looking cute, or rubbing against their legs and meowing, acting all cute.
You guys have some toys you play with when you’re in kitten mode, stuff like feather wands, laser pointers and kicky toys. But there are also different kinds of toys, like spreader bars, feathers to tickle you with, and cock cages, in enough colors that one will always match your collar.
As a kitten you don’t have to pee outside or any kind of litterbox, instead you’ll use the toilet because ‘some cats can do that you know’ in the words of Ilya. Doesn't stop you from peeing in laundry or on the bed when you wanna be a mean kitty though, but when you do, they know its very much on purpose.
There are days when their pretty kitten will be extra spicy, where you’re all sour lemons, hissy and growly, biting and scratching.
On those days your lovers will help their kitten relax and reset, aka you get held in the strong arms of one of them as the other edges you like crazy, and then makes you spill over and over, until you can’t anymore. And when you are all loose and pliant, you’ll get lotsa kisses and cuddles.
As a sassy bratty kitten you get away with more stuff than you do as a pup, it’s a real change of scenery if you guys also do pup scenes. Some days you’d rather be a pup who doesn’t have to even think, and some days you wanna be a pampered priced kitty.
No matter what, Shane and Ilya are happy to indulge it. They both feel really good pampering you or training you, even more when they see how it helps you relax and find peace in yourself.
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.
TW: spit, degradation, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Reader gets blue-balled. Tongue play (?), Slight impact play. Very slight CBT if you squint. Lingerie, briefly. Reader is implied to have a small dick(?)
SUM: How does Aki deal with bratty boys?
NSFW under the cut.
"Hayakawa,"
You tug at the base of Aki's sleeve, fingers sticky from sweets n' sugar, now wiped on the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. He completely ignores you, eyes trained to the person ahead of you both in line-- flicking between them and the menu above the cashier's head, numerous fancy treats and coffees and drinks scribbled out neatly in chalk. You make a noise low in your throat, bringing your other hand up to your lips to lick the sweetness from the pads of your fingers, pink tongue darting out to dance across sensitive fingertips.
Once the man before you receives his order and steps out of line Aki steps up to the ordering counter, you stumbling behind him-- failing a step-- as you weren't really paying attention. He orders only a drink for himself, something with a big fancy Italian (or was it French?) name that you couldn't bother to remember, only to be slightly irritated by the fact he didn't get you anything. You had 'misbehaved' during a mission prior in the day, but that probably has nothing to do with the fact that Aki is, unusually, ignoring you and not buying you your own matching treat along with his own.
Aki finds you both a round table in a small, secluded, but comfortable, area in the back of the café and places down his fancy coffee. You move to take a sip, but he slides it away from you.
Grumbling, you plop yourself down in the seat, adjusting to get comfortable on the fluffy cushion.
Comfortable, or at least, comfortable to you, silence is broken by Aki's voice cutting through the air with an edge so sharp it's comparable to his sword.
"Did I say you could sit?"
"wha-"
"Get up."
"Hey, I don't remember you being the boss of m--"
"That is exactly what I am. Now get up, before I force you up. I'm not asking you again."
You swallow a thick lump in your throat, pausing for a moment as you stare up at Hayakawa through furrowed brows. Licking the inside of your cheek, you obey, hesitantly standing, using the chair as leverage.
Aki doesn't utter a word as he extends his hand out to you, and you don't either as you place your palm in his. Squeezing tight, he pulls you along, back, back, further and further, all the way to the single-person bathroom tucked in the well-kept corners of the café. He locks the door shut with a click.
Your gaze drifts over the muscles in his back through the luxury fabric of his suit as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, not now concerned for potential wrinkles.
You open your mouth to speak, but in one moment, his back is facing you, shoulders squared and tense, and in the next, he's whipped around to face you-- stepping forwards to where there's barely an inch between your bodies, his warm breath fanning your cheeks.
Your cheeks, tinted pink, now warm with the weight of his palms.
"Aki--"
"You really just say whatever you want, huh?"
Aki slips his thumb between your lips. The taste of clean, black leather and cigarette butts drift across your taste buds, a faded, almost faint taste, much gentler compared to the rough play of his thumb with your tongue. He tuts when you make a noise of confusion, his thumb pad pressing down on the pink little thing, now slick and shiny with spit that coats his digit and your lips, now dribbling down your chin.
"You don't do it because you want to. You don't do it on purpose. You sass me because you're too stupid to understand that you're not the one making the rules here."
You squirm and whine in his hold, trembling thighs coming up to squeeze distance between the two of you, but Aki's much stronger than you are.
"You're just a dumb little boy who doesn't know how to shut his sloppy little mouth, huh? Aren't you?"
Aki slips his fingers from your lips, allowing you time to answer. You lick up the drool that's coated the edges of your mouth and chin, lower lip trembling as you glare at him with watery eyes.
"I'm not dumb--"
Aki's hand spanks your thigh. Hard. A resounding 'slap!' reverberates through the small bathroom along with a high-pitched mewl that slips from your lips.
"Don't take that tone with me. Apologize. If you know what's good for you."
"I-I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry--"
"I don't think you're being sincere."
Aki suddenly and aggressively palms at the bulge in your dress pants, squeezing firmly enough that your thighs instinctively clamp shut around his wrist.
"If you were being sincere, you'd stop talking. You'd shut up, you'd sit still, and you'd take what I have to give you."
He squeezes at your cock once more, now fully hard and aching and straining against the tight fabric of your dress pants. He toys with the hem of your pants, the pad of his thumb brushing the soft skin of your waist before slipping lower, traveling over something he recognizes with the unmistakable texture of lace, and he scoffs, muttering something under his breath about 'behavior' and 'attitude'.
Suddenly, Aki leans down to whisper in your ear-- voice low and rough, whispering in such a way that can only be described as authoritative.
"You listen to me, and you listen good, Because I am not repeating myself. Do you understand?"
You nod, frantically.
"Good. Now, you're gonna hump my palm, a--"
"What? no, I-"
"I wasn't done. You're going to hump my palm, and you're going to thank me. You're going to thank me for being so lenient, and you're going to apologize for being such a bratty little bitch. Do you understand?"
Before you can reply, Aki brings up his free hand to roughly grab at your chin and squish your cheeks, shaking- no, more so jerking your head back and fourth- as a show of strength. "Don't even answer. Just get to it. Hurry, before I change my mind."
You try. You really do, but it's so hard to naturally fall into a rythym when Aki's squeezing your face and forcing you to make such strict eye contact. The movement of your hips is akward and tense, coming from a place of raw obedience more so than pleasure. But he doesn't really seem to care. not for now, at least.
"Thank you... T-Tha--"
"You really pissed me off today. You should be glad. Be glad I'm not doing something much worse, something much more painful to you."
"Mmhg-"
"Now, what were you thanking me for?"
He cups and squeezes at your bulge, a mangled gasp ripping itself from your throat as your back arches off the brick wall. You tip your head back, hips rolling into the pleasurable sensation-- before-- before he squeezes hard, hard enough to hurt, and subconsciously, you jerk your hips away in pain.
"Thank you f-for-- For being lenient, a-ahk!-"
"Don't stop."
"F...ffor being l-leniant... And... And I'm so-orry, m'sorry for being a brat..."
"A bratty what?"
"...A bratty... little b-bitch..."
Aki lets out a loud sigh, dropping his head into your shoulder, ignoring the way you flinch when he does. He admires the bracketed view of your bodies, the view of his palms pressed firm to your small bulge.
He squeezes your cock in his hand, thumb gently tracing over the fabric of your suit pants, the sensation barely there. He uses his grip on your dick to push you up, up, onto your tippy toes, and he can't help the little moan that drifts from his lips when your hands move to frantically grip at his shoulders. He eases up from rough squeezes to gently grinding his palms against your sensitive cock, letting your trembling thighs relax as you hesitantly grind down onto his hand.
Then, he pulls away.
Pushing himself off the wall, he turns away from you to adjust his sleeves and straighten his coat.
"What..? You're just gonna leave me with a ha-"
Aki cranes his neck to look back at you, his gaze stern and authoritative, and you instantly shut up.
"If there's one thing you should've learned from this entire experience, it's that you're not in the position to mouth off at me. Be quiet. Or do I have to remind you?"
Synopsis: Your boyfriend's a bit of a pathetic virgin and you bully him /affectionate
Author's Note: This is not proofread & something silly I wrote on a whim, I really like the idea of Zandik being tossed around :sweats:
Contains: Amab reader x amab Zandik, Set during the Akademiya, Established relationship, Top reader x bottom Zandik, Use of petnames (Puppy & Princess), Multiple orgasms/multiple rounds
Zandik blushed with embarassment as he gingerly made his way down the dormitory hall, stopping in front of his partner's door. Knocking on the door he waited awkwardly in the hall.Shiftinghis weight between the balls of his feet, Zandik glared at the few students still straggling in the halls late at night. A latch clicking was all he needed to push his way inside as the door creaked open, letting out a startled yelp as his partner pulled him around. Zandik grumbled as he was hugged by his partner. He scowled and wiggled free, wandering over and flopping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.
"So I thought about your offer from earlier...I want to try, but im just jerking you off so don't go slobbering all over me." Rosy blush spread across his cheeks and ear tips as he refused to make eye contact with a glaring pout. His partner merely chuckled, stepping closer and grabbing his chin to turn his head. Zandik's light scowl only amused his partner as he softly kissed Zandik's lips and cheeks. Zandik sighed into the kisses as his partner pulled away and sat down on the bed beside him. With a playful kiss on the nose Zandik yelped loudly as he was manhandled, now straddling his partner.
Heat crept up Zandik' chest and neck, he could feel his partners bulge press against his own. Unsure of where to put his hands, Zandik clutched at his partner's shirt, wiggling his hips and grinding lightly against his partner. His partner smiled and pulled him into another kiss, hands resting on Zandik's thighs and hip. Zandik gasped as his partner slowly trailed kisses down his neck, sucking a mark into his soft skin and squeezing his thighs. His partner pulled back and chuckled, taking in Zandik's flustered appearance.
"You've not done this before have you, you can touch me too you know." A chuckle rumbles from their chest as he presses Zandik's hands against his chest. Ruby red eyes squinted with the tiniest glare.
"I was gonna touch, I just was deciding where!" Zandik squeaks out, hands palming the thick muscle of his partner's chest. Zandik panted as heat pooled in his tummy, grinding against his partner with a whine. His partner groaned and grpund up against Zandik, both gasping at the friction. Zandik shakily reached between them, fussing with his waistband. With an embarassed whine he glanced up at his partner, leaning his head into their chest and whining. His partner cooed at him, whispering into his ear.
"Awww need help Zandik?" A full body shudder ran through him at the teasing tone in his partners voice, Zandik only nodded as his cheeks turned bright red. A kiss to the ear was his only warning before his partner's hand slipped past his waistband and gripped his small cock. Zandik cried out at the touch, his partner's hand felt so soft and hot against his cock. He stifled a moan as his cock was freed, precum drooling from the tip. He groaned as he watched his partner's hand envelop his cock, stroking up and thumb rubbing at his slit. "F-fuck that feels good... hah-hh fuck..." Zandik could not take his gaze away, whining as his partner squeezed his cock hard and stopped. Zandik let out a small sob as his partner let go, hips canting up trying to chase the pleasure. His partner chuckled and flicked his cock, "Aw look like someone is a bit worked up and needy."
His cock twitched and continued to leak precum. Zandik watched with rapt attention as his partner pulled out their cock and rutted against him, Sparks of pleasure built in his core with each thrust. His partner's cock dwarfed his, thick with a prominent vein along the underside. Zandik whined, his partner held and placed his own hand on their cock. He let out a moan, their cock was hot and heavy in his hand as he slowly stroked it. Zandik let out a high pitch whine and a hiccup of a moan as he rutted against his partner's cock, cum spilling from his slit as he collapsed against their chest and trembled.
"Haahh ah-h fuuck that felt.... really good..." Clutching at his partner's chest, Zandik's hips twitched and he continued to rut against the other man. Heat still pooled in his tummy and he let out a pathetic whimper. He froze a bit, staring down at his mess and his partner's cock before rutting harder, his cock slowly filling out again. "I want more." He boldly snapped at his partner, who only chuckled and all but picked him up and flipped them around, Zandik now pinned underneath him.
"Woah-Hey! I didn't say throw me around!?" Zandik squeaked as his partner groped him, pinching and pulling on his sensitive chest and trailing small bites down his chest and tummy. He covered his face with his hand, peeking down at the sinful sight of his partner and the ghost of their breath against his cock. Precum beaded at the tip, his partner's tongue flicking oh so lightly against it. "O-oh ♡ fu-uuk!" Zandik's hips bucked upward, his partner grins and sucked him down to the root, moaning as Zandik orgasmed with a shout. They swallowed a few times around his sensitive cock to tease him, Zandik shaking and sobbing with his head thrown back.
Zandik watched with hooded eyes as his partner grinned and sat up, licking drops of his spend from their lips. Zandik could only whimper at the sight, his senses overwhelmed. His partner merely gathered him in their arms and flipped him onto his hands and knees. Zandik pouted and gave a half hearted glare back. His partner ruffles his hair, pushing his shoulders down to pin him to the bed. "See told you it would feel good, though if you want more you gotta use your words..." Zandik whined into the linen and pillows as he felt his partner's hand trailed up his spine to grab his ass. While Zandik panted and whined, his partner grabbed a small vial of lube, slicking their fingers with the clear fluid and teasingly rubbing Zandik's rim.
Zandik shook and trembled at the new sensation, words catching on his tongue as he felt his mind get foggy. He clutched at the pillow as he spoke. "Please I want more, it feels weird but I want more!" A sob escaped as he felt his partner's finger push inside, slowly pressing on his rim and walls. Zandik shivered at each slow thrust, heat pooling more and more in his tummy. Soft kisses to his shoulder was the only warning he got before a second finger joined to pull on his rim. His partner smiled into his shoulder, biting harshly and thrustimg his fingers in hard and crooking them to strike Zandik's prostate.
Sparks crackled in Zandik's vision and tears pooled in his lashes. He walls fluttered and clenched as he shrieked at each strike to his prostate. "Mmph! hah ah ah ♡ wha-ahh!" His partner sucked hickies and bite marks into Zandik's shoulder and nape as he mercilessly stroked his prostate and stretched his hole open. Zandik cried out with each thrust, precum steadily dripping from his slit and staining the sheets below him. With a sadistic smile his partner scissored Zandik's rim wide, taking in his beautiful shrieks and whimpers. Zandik warbled and rocked his hips back, an aching need in his tummy building until he couldn't help but cry. "Fuck please please please fuck me ph-hlease! ♡"
Tiny hiccupping sobs and the heady musk of sex filled the room, Zandik whimpered as he felt his partner's thick cock grind against his rim, as if teasing him. He pouted, tears dripping onto his cheeks as he snapped at his partner. "I-i told you to-o fuck me get on with-hah o-OH FUUUC- ♡" Zandik let out a wanton whorish moan as his partner thurst forward, their thick cock dragging against his senstive walls and his rim obscenely stretched around it. He shrieked and warbled as their cock sank in deep to kiss his prostate. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he white knuckle clutched the pillow and tried pitifully to gather his words. His velvet walls fluttering and clenching around the intrusion, trying his best to adjust.
Zandik' partner ground hard against his hips, cock rubbing harshly against that sensitive spot. He teased and cooed at Zandik, squeezing his ass with one hand, the other lightly holding his hip. Zandik couldn't think, mind foggy and sparks of pleasure dotted his vision. He could only focus on how full he felt and how his partner's cock bullied his most sensitive spots. "Full-l ohh oh ♡ s'too much oh fuck hah ah ah! ♡" He sobbed louder crying out as tears dripped down his heated skin. He nearly screamed when he felt his partner pull back, only to thrust right back into his prostate. Zandik sobbed louder into the pillow as he came, thin watery cum squirted onto the sheets and soaked his thighs. He clenched wildly, sinful arch to his back as he canted his hips back with each thrust. He continued to cry, his balls drawn up and aching lightly. He reached his hand back and laced his fingers with his partner's.
Zandik craned to look bac at his partner, rosy flushed cheeks shiny with tears. "Too m-muhh much! I cant c-come again... hah ah ah ♡" His partner shushed him, rubbing gentle circles into his hip and peppering loving kisses down his shoulder and spine. "Its ok sweet thing, you're ok, I know you can, aren't you my good boy?~" His partner slowed their thrusts, angling deeper and Zandik frantically nodded and held onto his partner's hand to ground himself. His partner chuckled as Zandik babbled and warbled into the pillow, words slurred together as his back arched. "You're my good boy Zandik, feel so good around me puppy." Zandik moaned louder, cock flushed red and aching. He sobbed and thrust his hips back, full cock slapping against his tummy.
"Hahh Harder ♡ please m-more I need to cummh mmhm haaa!" He squeezed his partner's hand and cried out as his shoulder was pinned down. His prostate, balls, and rim ached so pleasantly when his partner sped up; fast deep thrusts that sent shocks of pleasure racing up his spine. Zandik writhed and bucked his hips back as he was pounded into the mattress, drool and tears soaking the pillow. He warbled out another command between moans. "Ha hah ha want inside please! ♡ wanna feel you come in-nside!" Zandik screamed as hia dry orgasm tore through him like violence, clenching hard and his whole body wracked with tremors as he drowned in pleasure. His partner fucked him ruthlessly through his orgasm, Zandik felt like he was floating and his nerves alight. His partner continued to coo at him, whispering flith into the room like a prayer.
"Yeah? puppy want me to stuff him full? keep you aching for days princess?" At this, Zandik nodded and writhed, overstimulation nipping at his nerves and his balls deeply ached. With one final deep slam of their hips, Zandik could only moan and shirek as he felt a rush of hot cum flood his walls. He hiccupped and cried, whole body aching and pleasure still tingling in his core. Thick cum bubbled out from around his stretched rim, trailing down his thighs and smearing across his pale skin.
Zandik could only let out little gasps and whimpers as his partner pulled out, more milky cum spilling from his gaping hole. His partner smiled and lightly moved Zandik to pull the linen aside and lay the trembling man down more comfortably. They softly ruffled his hair and kisses his cheek and quietly stepped to the bathroom, wetting a soft cloth and returning to Zandik. Pale blue curls were matted to his forehead and he lay there glassy eyed as his breathing calmed down. His partner cooed and gently wiped down Zandik's skin, praising him and peppering him with more kisses. Zandik whimpered and clung to his partner as his sore cock and soaked thighs were cleaned. He buried his face against his partner's chest, eyes still unfocused and glossy.
His partner cooed at him, laying them down on their sides and spooning Zandik, pulling a clean cover over their bodies. They nuzzled into him, cooing sweet praise as Zandik floated in subspace. "You're my good boy puppy, look at you all tuckered out." Zandik only whined, scooting back closer his partner and yawned as he settled down. His partner chuckled and snuggled him close with his own yawn, arms wrapped comfortingly around Zandik. "Good night princess, love you lots.”
Reader is not human, cuz boring. I used a randomizer to pick a star wars species, lmao. It helped me discover Karkarodon, so maybe I’ll write that reader later.
Spoilers for the Mandalorian movie ig
Okay, but imagine being a gladiator like Rotta, maybe you guys have fought each other on multiple occasions, but you’re both fan favorites, so you haven’t died yet.
Maybe your contract runs out the same time as Rotta’s, so in reality you two were meant to fight to the death, but Din gets thrown into the mix.
You two have gone from enemies, to rivals, to friends to almost lovers, there’s a chance you guys never really put a name to it, maybe you even wanted to wait till you two were free to be together.
So obviously you run after Rotta and try to flee with him, you’re able to shoot at the mando chasing you guys as Rotta drives, but you two still get caught.
Din says something about you not being part of the job, but Rotta won’t go without you, and it’s really just easier to let you come along. You're even a big help when it comes to catching Coin.
I like to think Din never thinks much about romance, especially between others, so he doesn’t really clock what’s going on between the Zygerrian and the Hutt.
Zeb notices, might even ask about it in passing. He's not judging or anything, but it’s not every day you see a Hutt and anybody being together willingly.
You, who’s been busy checking Rotta over for injuries just glare at Zeb, but Rotta’s a good guy, so he explains the whole weird relationship you guys have had for years.
Imagine you go with Rotta, and like in the movie he gets caught by the twins. You end up escaping into the jungle outside their base. They send droids after you, but really, why would you ever be overpowered by droids.
You had assumed you had to do it all alone, until Grogu and the Anzellans show up. What can you do but follow, luckily the pipes are big enough for you to fit through, even if it’s a mess.
When you somehow discover the state they’re keeping Rotta in, you almost charge in like a wild animal, but it’s Grogu that stops you. The kid can’t really speak, but you get a feeling he’s telling you not yet.
You end up with Grogu, taking care of his parental figure. It's strange to take care of someone that isn’t yourself, or Rotta, but even with Rotta it wasn’t as close to death as the mando.
When Din wakes up you want to go get Rotta immediately, as well as being extremely murderous about his aunt and uncle.
It's again Grogu that gets you to calm down, if only a little, enough for you guys to come up with the idea of a plan.
Things go like in the movie after that, you help Grogu free Rotta, who’s so happy to see you he could kiss you. Theres not really time for that though, so instead you fight the twins together.
You want to stay and watch them die, but Rotta, knowing your nature, picks you up and gets outta there with the rest of the group, just before it’s blown up by the resistance.
At this point you’re so done with everything that you just turn and kiss him. It's a bit of a mess just based on size alone, but you guys make it work. Grogu, being a kid, makes some cute grossed out noises.
The people from the resistance won’t judge, but they also don’t really get it. But hey, the galaxy is a big place, so what if two beings from two known slaver cultures decide to join the resistance, and are dating.
Zeb ends up being a great friend, the guy joking about how ‘felines like us gotta stick together’ even though you guys aren’t really felines like that.
Rotta may be a little jealous, but you make sure to show your mate how wrong he is to think insecurely about himself.
How do you guys make it work? Well, use your imagination for that one. You make it work though.
Dick should be put in a latex suit, restrained, and vibrator against his dick till the point of overstim, as a treat.
Dick Grayson x male reader
Rambles
I see the words latex and Dick Grayson and I start clapping my hands like a fat seal. I was struggling if I should have made reader some kinky villain, but I settled on this instead. Maybe my kinky supervillain will come back later.
Dick Grayson gets to wear the latex suit, as a treat. He gets to be strapped to a bed with a latex cover, with his arms crossed over his chest like one of those mummy poses. Dick Grayson may have his eyes and mouth covered with skin safe tape, as a treat.
Dick Grayson may even be given noise cancelling headphones, as a treat, so he has no idea when you’ll touch him, how, or where.
I can’t decide if he’d be in one of those latex suits where his dick is uncovered, or if it’s one of the ones where he’s covered all over. Maybe it’s one of the ones with a zipper, so you can (torture) tease him in different ways.
Dick Grayson may have a bullet vibrator taped to his cock, right under his tip. Or more than one. He may have one or multiple rings as well, so he can’t just spill without permission.
He can twitch and wiggle all he wants, he can moan and cry, but that’s not gonna stop you from running a wand up and down his already bright red and edged cock.
It's only after you’ve edged him enough times (for each rule he’s broken. What rules? Idk), that you pull the rings off him and turn off the bullets.
Gotta let him relax a little, catch his breath as much as he can with just his nose. Even strapped down as he is, Dick still trembles. It's kinda cute, if you’re into that stuff, to see such a strong guy at your mercy.
Maybe you’ll even brush his hair back, kiss his forehead or his taped over eyes. Hell, maybe you’ll pinch his nose shut as you kiss his taped over mouth, only letting go when he’s spilling all over himself from the lack of air, and how good it makes him feel.
And poor pet, he wasn’t meant to finish without permission, and Dick knows that. He starts whining, whimpering and wiggling in his bindings, trying to apologize like a good boy.
But what else can you do but punish your boy. So, the bullet vibrators still strapped to him get flicked on, you’ll even use the wand on his shaft. Obviously, you keep an eye on Dick, always on the lookout for safewords/actions, but he’s pushed to tears.
Shit, maybe you keep going until your poor stressed latex-clad hero passes out. Even better if you’ve tucked him back into the latex and zipped it up, so you can overstim him until he pisses himself, which only makes a mess on himself and the inside of the latex😛
And of course he gets all the aftercare and lovings afterwards, when he wakes up. Gotta give him a nice bath, some good food, and a blue gatorade, followed by lots of cuddles.
That’s all for now, don't get me rolling, or I'll bring electricity into this.
