Imagine playing hockey, imagine being a rookie in the same year as the Shane Hollander and the Ilya Rozanov. It's no surprise that you blend into the background. 

You may be a large guy, even back then, towering over everyone and built like a fridge, or so some of your teammates will joke. But you are a quiet guy, you don’t talk much, and you like to spend your free time at home, watching reruns of Hollander and Rozanov’s games. 

So yeah, maybe you had a bit of a celebrity crush on them both. You couldn’t help it, they were both just so handsome and seeing them on the ice made you so hard it made you dizzy. 

Maybe it becomes a thing, during the six months when Ilya doesn’t talk to Shane. Shane’s feeling hurt, so he goes out of his way to try and fill that spot Ilya left behind. And when he sees you, post a game between your two teams, looking quiet, small and so sweet. Well... why not try being the dominant one for once. 

You can tell you aren’t Shane's one and only, just someone to fill a spot, but it feels so good to be wanted. You may be on top, but you sure as hell aren’t in charge, and it’s so fulfilling and good. 

And Shane will come to the realization after a while that. He feels strongly for Ilya but there's also something with you. It'll make the poor guy spiral. And somehow, Ilya will fuck you too when he finds out who Shane has been sleeping with, like some kind of revenge. 

You’re just happy for the ride, arching and whining so pretty. Shane submits so prettily to Ilya, but so do you. And maybe that places some ideas in Ilya’s head, to have two skilled hockey players on their knees and giving themselves to him. 

You've never been any Hollander or Rozanov when it comes to hockey, but you’re good at what you do. You have no controversies, and you don’t fight unless you have no other choice. On paper you’re just as boring as Shane, but you have your own quirks that make you start digging your way into the hearts of the two men who already love each other, even if they can’t say it out loud. 

All in all, it develops into some complicated relationship. Shane and Ilya will spend the night together when they’re playing against each other, and you’ll spend the night with whoever you’re playing against. The three of you getting together is rare, but you guys will video chat on the regular. 

I don’t think it’ll become super kinky and intense until like, post heated rivalry, pre the long game. It's all gotta stabilize, and then there’s the whole conversation about your guy's relationship since not only is it a gay relationship, but a poly relationship. 

Maybe you’ve always liked the idea of being a pet, but it's never been anything you’ve explored, outside of being so god damn obedient in the bedroom, and going nonverbal at times. 

Ilya will be the one to notice, how you fall to your knees so quickly, how you’ll crawl when you could walk, or how much you drool and whimper. He will test the waters by calling you puppy, maybe in Russian too, just to see you twitch and whimper. 

Shane likes being in control, so something clicks inside when Ilya presents you both with the idea of petplay, and presents a collar. Not to Shane and you guys both assumed, but to you.  

It does something to the ego to have a guy as big and broad as you on your knees, wearing nothing but a collar, flushed and shivering, not from the cold but from anticipation.  

It doesn’t always have to be anything sexual, it can even just be intimate.  

Imagine Ilya and Shane arriving to the cottage after you’ve already been there for a few days, since your team was knocked out of whatever bracket you were in. Shane finds you curled up on his bed, wearing nothing but the collar, a plug with a tail, and a pretty leather pup hood that Ilya got you as a birthday present. 

Instead of feeling a rush of arousal, he just feels love, and he crawls into bed and starts petting you and kissing you on the shoulder and sides like you would a pet. You will wake up, a bit, and roll over, just flopping down on top of him, wiggling your hips to make your tail wag. 

That's how Ilya finds you guys, Shane laughing and halfheartedly trying to wiggle out from under you, as you whine and bark, wagging your hips and slobbering all over Shane’s face and neck like an over excited pup. 

Ilya is the type of guy to pull on your tail out of nowhere. You could be curled up on your human sized dog bed, squeaking a dog toy in the shape of a hockey puck, and he will just... lean down and pull on it, just to hear you yelp, and watch your cock twitch and harden. 

You only get half hard, until Shane comments how Ilya should “leave the dog alone” as he walks over to sit on the couch. Being referred to as a pet makes you almost dizzy from how hard you get, especially because it's Shane saying it so casually when he normally gets so flustered. 

Just, hollanov and reader in a soft relationship, trying to figure it all out. Most of the time you’re their boyfriend, but sometimes you’re also their puppy.  

Okay, so imagine. Being a massage therapist for hockey teams. Is that what the job is called? The one giving those sports massages when athletes' muscles lock up or ache. And imagine being the one for Shane's team. 

And poor Shane, who’s already been having a whole thing about his sexuality. Maybe this is during that period where Shane and Ilya aren’t talking, so he’s looking around, and bam, there's you. 

You're so nice, patient, and fuck are you hot. You walk them all through the specific stretches they need to do, you’ll even show them on the ice, and Shane, poor poor Shane, catches himself staring at your ass a few too many times. 

And you catch him, not that Shane notices. We have kind of a track record of Shane not noticing that people see him or find him attractive in return. So, when Shane stays back in gym to go through some of the new stretches you’ve shown him, you stay back to ‘assist’. 

The first couple of times would be flirting on your behalf, your hands settling on his hips, rubbing his shoulders, stroking his thigh. And Shane just chokes on his breath, twitches every now and then, and looks at you with those eyes of his. 

His eyes are a lethal weapon, any man he looks at like that is bound to fall ass over heels for him.  

But Shane will struggle with what to do. His experience up until this point with other men has been Ilya, and their relationship is... not the norm. Instead, he just goes along with it, maybe he even feels a little bratty and confident at times, and grinds back against you, just to see the way your jaw clenches, and your brows furrow. 

It all comes to a head when Shane pulls a muscle during training, the kind where you feel like your whole body is on fire, and you can only lay there and try to breathe. The rest of the team keeps playing as you get Shane moves to your office. 

Shane looks so good in all his gear, jersey and all, but you gotta pull some of those layers off. Even as he's in pain, this feels erotic in a way, as you peel his clothes off layer by layer, until he's stripped down to his compression shirt, shorts and socks. 

Poor Shane, who’s already so worked up after what has to be weeks of you two playing. He tries to stay cool and professional as you tell him to take a breath, and to relax, as you stroke up and down his leg with your hands, trying to loosen up the muscle. 

And maybe you crank it up a little more than you normally would. Maybe you purr out praises to him, telling him he’s doing so good, he's taking it so well, he’s such a good boy. 

Shane tries to keep still, burying his face into his arm, as he can feel how blood rushes to his crotch. He's such a sucker for praise, to be told what to do, and when you tell him to lift his leg, he does, letting out a muffled whimpered moan as you bend his knee, to check everything is alright. 

His pupils would be blown wide when he rolls onto his back again, his dick so hard and leaking (shoutout to Shane's canon leaky tip), making the crotch of his compression shorts wet. When you cradle his face and coo praise at him, Shane melts, leaning into your hand like a kitten. 

Imagine brushing your thumb over his lip, to check on him, only for Shane to immediately wrap his lips around your finger and sucking. It's no secret that Shane has an oral fixation, so he seems to almost relax as he starts sucking on your thumb, like some part of him is brushed down and comforted. 

You two can’t really do anything too intense in your office, so you let him suckle and gag himself on your fingers, as you grind your other palm against his crotch so he can rut against it. 

Shane has been worked up for weeks, and finally getting his need for dominance sated, even if it’s just this, makes him spill so quickly. It's embarrassing for him, so Shane will cover his face with his hand, but you pull him up and hug him, making sure to check if he needs any aftercare and whatnot after that. 

After that, you would ask Shane if he would... want to go back to your place? Maybe? Theres a lot more you want to do with him, and you want to take care of him. To actually take care of him. Not just some rutting and heavy petting at work. 

When you guys get back to your place, you both feel a bit timid, a bit out of your depth, since you guys haven’t gotten here before.  

I like to think that Shane really likes kissing, since it’s another thing to stimulate his oral fixation, and a way to feel closer to his partner.  

Now imagine, making out with Shane, and as you make out, you slide your hands down the back of his pants to grope that nice butt of his. It gives you a chance to pet his hole with your fingers, and for Shane to rub himself against your hip. 

You make more than one joke about your job as you guys get into bed, even claiming you’re the reason he can lift his legs that far so you can open him up.  

For my own self-indulgence, I like to imagine you two keep kissing for a good while, getting so sloppy and wet, exploring each other's mouths and sometimes just breathing into the others mouth, as you fingers slide in and out of his hole, opening him up little by little. 

Luckily for you, you keep condoms around, so you’re able to slip one on real quick as you guys roll into position. Shane teasingly saying he’ll show you how flexible he’s gotten with your help, by arching his back and spreading his legs as he gets into doggystyle, 

I think he would just be so pretty getting fucked, even as Shane buries his face into the pillow and grasps at the sheets, his breath getting knocked right out of his lungs when you thrust deep inside him, leaving him whining and moaning. 

“let’s see if you’ve been doing your stretches” you say, as you grab his chin and tilt his head back, making his spine curve far enough for you to kiss him from above. It makes him gasp and pant even more, as Shane sticks his tongue out trying to brush it against yours. 

You guys do it more than once, since you both are pretty backed up and needy. First in doggy, then Shane rides you, and then in the shower. You eat him out before you guys go shower, just to hear him whine and whimper at how sensitive his hole has become. 

And there will be aftercare, of course there will. Having the job you do, means you gotta have some of the healthy stuff Shane can eat, and still make it feel like a snack.  

The sheets are changed, bedding swapped out, Shane borrows some of your pajamas, and soon you guys are cuddled up in bed.  

And of course, being the man you are, you absentmindedly start massaging his hips and back, to make sure he won’t cramp later from all the stuff you guys did. 

Shane might want to leave right after, since he still has the fear of being figured out and outed. But you live somewhere less known, and since you aren’t famous, paparazzi won’t follow you. Plus, you guys can figure out a way to make it work the next morning. Now you just want him to sleep and relax. You even promise to give him a full body massage in the morning. 

I had like... Homelander!Reader in my head for this, except hes like, stronger than normal Homelander and able to keep up with viltrumites. The GDA or government seem like the kinda people to grow a whole person to keep as a weapon. And it all worked out, in the beginning, when you were a young child or teen trying to please the adults in your life. 

Maybe you're on a more... normal overpowered level, so the suppressors the government and GDA pumps you full of work perfectly, even when you start becoming more unstable and show less regard for life and humanity, outside of need for fame and attention. 

Homelander!Reader would hate Mark when he first shows up. Hed have hated Nolan too, but with Mark it's even worse cuz Nolan has been around for so long, and here Mark is showing up. Homelander!Reader does his whole, very fake acting, it's so obvious he wishes Mark would explode on the spot. 

Perhaps Homelander!Reader grows stronger with age, which starts making the GDA and government antsy, because he's becoming harder to control. And they are finally realizing, that huh, raising a child in a lab with no family or contact, kinda makes an unstable and unpredictable killing machine. 

It also means Readers body is growing stronger and resistant, and it ends up with him burning through the suppressors, probably during a fight with Mark. The suppressors would have been slowly wearing off with time, making Homelander!Reader even more unstable and snappy, until his full-blown heat comes through. 

His scent would be questionable at best, not very omega in flavor. All those years of straight up torture under the GDA and government will do that, along with all the killing and hate in his body. Its sour, metallic like blood and gore, but also too sweet, like artificial candy, the kind that makes you dizzy from how strong it is, but it makes Mark salivate. 

At least Homelander!Reader is easy to corral because he's so angry and controlled by his secondary gender and biology, stuff he's never felt before. Mark, being a genius, would try to use his scent to calm the very powerful feral omega down, only works to mark Homelander!Reader start drooling and frothing at the mouth. 

All that hate Homelander!Reader has leads to the wildest hate- and lust fueled heat. Reader obviously doesn't have a nest, and doesn't even have an apartment that's his own, so the two end up holing up in some hole somewhere, far away from everything. 

Mark would think he just needs to calm Homelander!Reader down, until he starts huffing Marks scent and rubbing on him. And Mark? Well, he's a freak by nature you know, so Reader staring down at him with glowing red eyes and gushing slick? Mark would never have survived. 

Poor Mark assuming he can keep up with Homelander!Reader cuz he's a viltrumite, only for Mark to be sucked dry like a caprisun, panting and seeing double from dehydration. Mark ends up with scratches and bites all over his body, unlike Reader who doesn't bruise. Only reason Reader doesn't mark our dear Mark is because he's just too obsessed with his knot to do so, and cuz he's never really thought about it. 

Now I got the mental image of Mark trying to cover himself cuz his knot just aches from being used so many times, and Homelander!Reader, still halfway feral, feels bad, like instinctively. So, he shuffles down and does his best attempt at an omega purr, something that sounds kinda like rocks in a tumbler because he's never purred before. And as he purrs Reader nuzzles and kisses Marks knot and stomach. 

Something about this feral rut/heat makes them realize feelings, and the relationship wouldn't be perfect in the beginning, probably wouldn't for a long time, but they get better with time. 

Reader is the worst omega in the world, even after his heat passes. Hes selfish, mean, still could not give a shit about those he sees as beneath him, but... he likes Mark now. Mark scents him and nibbles on his scent gland when they're alone. His teeth can't actually pierce it (Yet, emperor Mark could, trust), but it always gets that choppy ugly purr going. 

Now, this would take place some point after Bobby and Kat have died, but before Mary enters the backrooms. Let's say time passes weirdly back there, so it feels much longer there, than the outside. 

I like to think Clark has no idea you exist at first. He's too busy trying to just survive in the backrooms, but also dealing with captain Clark, his Still Life. But as he starts to settle in, Clark will notice how the backrooms seem to be... changing. 

They're always changing, but this is different. It's like its bending and warping just for him. Suddenly he’ll find his favorite meal, his beloved sofa that he hasn’t seen since the divorce, his old architecture books from his college days, so on and so forth. 

He swears he can hear the walls breathing, or the carpet moving under his feet. There is sometimes a rumbling, something that sounds like an old washing machine in another room, but it feels more like purring. 

At this point, Clark is so far out few things surprise him. Or maybe he’s just so worn out that he doesn’t have the energy to freak out. So, when the carpet starts gripping at his ankles, or the walls reach out and touch him, well, what can a man do? 

Theres a reason Async never finds him, no matter how much they look. It's as if the very backrooms itself, the walls, the floor, the air, denies them access to Clark.  

It's almost as if very space becomes hostile towards Async and it’s researchers.in the past the researchers could leave things behind or wander around, but now they find themselves getting lost, seeing things that aren’t there, or dying in strange ways. Like a wall suddenly collapsing, or clipping through the floor and being sliced in half, or someone choking on cloth suddenly spawned in their throat. 

As this is happening, Clark is just lead deeper and deeper into this place, and the further he goes, the stranger it becomes. Before, the walls and floor around him made some kind of sense, but it all becomes a strange melting pot of half-forgotten memories repeated over and over again until it makes no sense. 

Any normal person would have lost their mind, gone insane, or something, but whatever is coaxing him deeper is holding his mind together, somewhat anyways. 

At some point Clark comes to expect the walls being so alive, it’s normal to see the walls rise and fall like lungs, or to feel the carpet grow long fibers so they can coil around his ankles.  

Clark will always find what he needs, when he needs it. Sometimes it can be found in uncomfortable and weird places, but if he asks, the backrooms, you, answer. 

It's impossible to tell if you’re an extremely powerful entity, or if you’re the backrooms itself, but Clark doesn’t care to question it. Poor Async are falling over themselves trying to find rhyme or reason in it all though. 

I like to think Captain Clark is given attention too. He's not technically Clark, but he’s some part of him, a memory of sorts, meaning the walls and reality itself seems to twist and bend for the Still Life. 

I don’t think this would end like the movie, Mary might arrive, and she might find Clark, but Clark wouldn’t die to Captain Clark. If the Still Live even tried to kill Clark, the humans would get to see something the human mind won’t be able to comprehend. 

Mary may start crying blood and throwing up at whatever appears, twisting, turning, ripping and repairing at the same time, never one form, always changing, constantly and forever. But Clark, who’s been drenching in the power of whatever you are, can only look upon you with wonder. 

Clark feels... loved, embraced. As one, two, four, ten, a hundred, a thousand, back to two, or more? Or less? Arms wrap around him, as skin that feels like fabric bellowing in the wind presses against his forehead. 

Sleep, it says, in his mind, or out loud, or both. And Clark who’s been relying on you, whatever you are, for weeks, months, years, centuries? Can do nothing but listen.  

Here with you he can be himself, he can do what he always wanted to do, nobody to judge him, nobody to stop him, only you, who seems to chitter, pulse and purr at the architecture under his skin. 

And maybe Clark stops being human, maybe he did a long time ago when he accepted your attention, your call, the threads you dig under his skin and flush out what made him weak and mortal. But does it matter? 

There's never really a thought of going back, why would there be? Clark likes it here, with you, you two could create a reality of your own here if you wanted, but for now Clark likes to bask in your being and presence. 

Perhaps you are nice enough to drag the seizing and choking Mary back to where she might be found by Async, not that she’d ever be able to speak or think again, but they can at least bury her, or study her and then burn her. You do not possess the ability to care about anyone but your Clark. 

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. 

Reader gets to sit back and watch Robert and Katon-ur explore and rub up on each other, like. 

Imagine Robert is the one with most experience, at least between him and Katon-ur, so he guides Katon-ur through what feels good.  

They start with what feels good on humans, though Katon-ur doesn’t have a clit. Instead, Katon-ur tries to stimulate his stamen instead, but it’s very overwhelming. Like, think... multiple sensitive buds of nerves at the same time, except these are stamen like in a flower. 

Robert working Katon-ur open with his fingers, arousing him and spreading his ‘petals’ open, sliding a finger into that hole hidden between his folds. 

Imagine Robert sucking on his fingers afterwards because it smells sweet, and how his eyes slide shut as Robert moans at the flavor.  

Katon-ur gets so flustered watching Robert grab you so he can shove his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste Katon-ur's fluids too. 

Mental image of Robert sitting on your face as Katon-ur tries to ride you. He's so careful, not wanting to snap your hips on accident, or somehow break your dick by squeezing too hard. 

You guys discover that his super strength lessens up when he’s feeling pleasure, so he won’t break your dick, thankfully. 

I'm getting dizzy thinking about Robert’s voice, the same voice he used when doing Hermans tie in that one scene, his cunt sliding against your lips and chin as he praises Katon-ur. 

It's so hot inside whatever room you guys are in, crotch and lower stomach coated in Katon-ur's fluids, your lips soaked with Robert’s own fluids. 

Katon-ur's insides are different from a human, not gross or anything, but it flexes differently, and it’s like he can flex and move his insides with more precision than a human. 

Robert wants you to spill inside Katon-ur and then eat it out of him. You just get to lay back and enjoy the view. Until Katon-ur says he’s not tired yet.  

Then they switch, and you get to bury your tongue into your alien lovers ‘flower’ as Robert starts riding you with more urgency than Katon-ur did.