#Ranfren x reader

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

Skrony found something of interest on the Christmas tree!

This cartoon is drawn in the Japanese style, call it right to left!

OCS is performing,Please be careful if you are not good at this!

[daisansekai]

I finally have a little time to draw even if it's getting shorter, so as I had a little time I wanted to try to make a "ranfren character x y/n" because its fun and why not

[monayen]

you said something about Nyon being one of the better head givers ... what about the rest of them ;3 ? maybe rank them PLZZZ - 🦋

Pussy Eatin' Headcannons (lol)

➷ Paring - Multi x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - explicit afab reader, oral (f. recieving) / cunnilingus, biting / marking, fingering

a/n - oh this is everything to me thank you for this ask. also throwing in the ratmen and satoru because i errr uhh CAN DO WHAT I WANT. i actually had a bit of a hard time ranking them specifically as i feel like #6-4 can be interchangeable if you think hard enough. but this is about eatin' pussy so have ur own thoughts frens

(from worst to best)

Tied for last place: Ratmen 3-5

These guys likely wouldn’t even know what to do with a pussy in their face

They’re used to rushed quickies, as they’re always afraid of being caught

Way too fast and sloppy when eating you out, leaves a mess of your own wetness all on their faces

It won’t be all that satisfying, so don’t expect to cum anytime soon. Because of that, they'll probably tap out after a while

They definitely prefer receiving head over giving it—after all, they’ll finish much faster than you. A shame, really

8. Micheal Jr

Like Ratmen 3-5, he lacks the time and experience to properly eat you out. The only reason he ranks higher is his sheer enthusiasm to do so

He wants you to squeeze your thighs around his face and tug his hair

Still messy and too quick, but with the right training and time, he might actually be decent at it. But that won't ever happen

7. Nyen

Rarely gives you oral which automatically puts him at a low spot

Which might be for the best, considering he ends up using too much teeth most of the time. Like he has literally bitten your clit before :(

His hands will also dig painfully into your hips and sides when he grasps onto you, which could make it hard to focus on the already sorta uncomfortable head

Definitely prefers fucking your throat and he’s clear about that

6. Randal

The neediest head you’ll ever receive. Laps you up like a dog and leaves you a sweaty, sticky mess

Loves come swallowing and is determined to lick up every last drop of wetness that leaks out of you

The 69 position is a must for him. Fucking your face while his tongue curls inside of you? The best (aside from actually fucking you)

"Head for head?” is something that unironically leaves his mouth way too often

Genuinely cannot get enough of it. Tires you out and still will stretch out his tongue for another round

Enough that it can actually be exhausting to deal with his constant need for your pussy to be in his face

Also bites, duh

5. Sebastian

Reluctant at first, wouldn't have ever propositioned if you didn't

Not because he thought it was gross or weird, just nervous to perform poorly and make a fool of himself

His inexperience makes him a bit awkward and clumsy, but his earnest desire to please you makes up for his lack of skill

Actually not bad at all when he gets into it though. Let his nerves settle and he’ll eat it like he's starving (which he is)

Likes for you to sit on his face and grind against him. Listen to his shaky whimpers against your flesh as he struggles to breathe properly. Don’t worry, he likes it!

4. Robert

Doesn't have an exact preference for giving or receiving, so a nice plus!

Again, he just has the similar problem the rest of the ratmen have: lack of time / opportunity

Though inexperienced, he’s much neater and more patient than his ratmen counterparts—not that it’s saying much, but it’s still an improvement

Has a tendency to nibble and gnaw at your skin, can get a bit too enthusiastic about it sometimes (ouch!)

Give him multiple tries to learn where the clit is, how to combo his tongue and fingers, and how to find a proper rhythm and I think he’ll do quite well :)

3. Satoru

Similar to Randal in how he loves to eat you out. Practically lives for it

He wants to try every single position possible (which is more than you think) and learn all the things that make your thighs shake

Never stops talking, even with his mouth full—mumbles against you, breathless words garbling out as he showers you with praise. He just can’t help it, you taste too good to stay quiet!

Again, can end up being a bit too much to handle if you're sensitive

A lot more accommodating than Randal though, if you need a break, he'll let you. It can be tiring to be folded with your legs in the air as he sucks on your overstimulated clit. You sweet thing ^^

2. Luther

Very delicate. Almost far too careful, treating you like a five course meal

Every part of you is so precious to him so he makes sure his long fingers and sharp teeth won't ever hurt you

His tongue likes to move in slow, deliberate strokes, thumb rhythmically rubbing against your clit as firm hands grip along your inner thigh

His ability to focus on a specific task means he’ll be down there for a while, so just keep your legs steady on his shoulders, pet ♡

1. Nyon

Gives the best head.

Doesn't complain, doesn't wait for you to initiate, isn't too fast or slow, knows all the right spots and patterns

He picks up on what you like quickly. Incredibly attentive to your tastes, loves to see you melt and moan when he eats you out just right

Secretly prides himself on making you come just from his mouth. Why shouldn't he? He tries very hard for you, Родная<3

Gets so much satisfaction from giving. Fully devoted to making you feel good until you’re completely spent

He doesn’t tend to ask for anything in return, content enough with just settling his face between your thighs. Ignore that wet spot on his crotch… you just get him so excited when you tug at his hair!

[advisorykitty]

Haii!! Can I request a Nyon x Reader x Nyen? Where Reader is a Catwomen who is very ditzy and airheaded. Also very sleepy. And Nyen and Nyon who surprisingly were warmed up to her (in their minds they have the same love for her like they do Luther) and they’re very possessive and obsessive. Maybe she manages to get out of the house and she’s approached by a stranger who won’t leave her alone. But she didn’t realize she was followed by Nyon and Nyen who didn’t like her leaving the house at all.

Caught in the middle nyonxreaderxnyon

The late afternoon sun bathed everything in a warm, sleepy glow, the kind that made you feel like curling up in a sunspot for a nap. Your tail swayed lazily behind you as you wandered down the street, half-awake, half-daydreaming. It wasn’t often you ventured out of Luther’s house—being a cat(wo)man meant you spent most of your time napping in cozy corners, pissing Nyen off when you had the chance, and taking constant duties from your master. Your soft [F/C] outfit a constant companion.

However, today you thought you'd try something new. Something had stirred your curiosity, and before you knew it, you were out, wandering the streets.Your (H/C) haircut—Luther’s idea, of course—framed your face perfectly, giving you that carefree, sleepy look he always said suited you. You liked it, though; it felt effortless, just like your life most days.

You were so lost in your own little world that you didn’t notice the man following you until he was right beside you.

“Hey there, beautiful,” his voice interrupted your thoughts, and you blinked, trying to focus on him through the haze of your sleepy brain.

“Huh?” you mumbled, your ears twitching slightly.

“I said, you look nice today. Maybe we could grab a coffee or something.” His grin was too wide, too eager, and it made you want to take a step back, though your slow brain didn’t quite catch up to your body.

“Oh... I don’t like coffee,” you said softly, still half-dazed. “I like [F/D] better.”

His smile faltered for a second but came back, this time with a hint of irritation. “Well, we can get [F/D] too. I don’t mind. C’mon, I’ll show you a good time.”

You blinked again, trying to process what he was saying. There was something off about him, but your brain was too foggy to figure out what. “Um... no thanks. I think I’ll just... go home.”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “Aw, don’t be like that. I’m just being friendly. Let’s go grab that [F/D]. You cosplaying?? I could get behind that, i know some forepl- .”

Before you could figure out how to respond, a low, angry voice cut through the air. “She said no, asshole.”

You turned, and there he was—Nyen, stepping out from behind you, like some pissed-off avenging cat. His eyes flashed with anger, and his whole body practically vibrated with tension. Nyon stood beside him, quieter but no less intimidating with his hat casting shadows over his eyes.

The man turned, looking Nyen up and down. “Who the fuck are you?”

Nyon didn’t even flinch, his Russian accent thick as he added, “You leave. No good for you here.”

The man’s confidence wavered, but he still tried to act tough. “She doesn’t need a babysitter. I’m just talking to her.”

Nyen’s lip curled in disgust. “Talking? Yeah, right. You were bothering her, dickhead.”

You blinked, your brain finally catching up to the situation. “He was?”

Nyon sighed softly, muttering something in Russian that you couldn’t understand but knew was probably an insult.

The man bristled, clearly feeling cornered. “Look, I was just being friendly.”

Nyen stepped forward, his fists clenched. “Friendly? You call that friendly? Get lost before I shove my boot so far up your ass, you’ll taste leather for a week.”

The stranger visibly paled, finally realizing he was out of his depth. With one last mumbled insult, he turned and walked off, much faster than he’d arrived.

You blinked again, looking up at Nyen. “Was he bothering me?”

Nyen groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Jesus Christ, are you that clueless? Yes, he was bothering you.”

You frowned, trying to piece it together. “Oh... I thought he was just being nice.”

Nyon shook his head, muttering more Russian under his breath. “Ты такая беспечная,” he said, though there was no real anger in his voice, just exasperation.

Nyen shot you a look that was equal parts annoyed and protective. “Look, you can’t just wander off like that. What if we hadn’t been here? You’d have been fucked.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes lazily. “But I just wanted some fresh air…”

Nyon sighed, stepping closer and looking down at you with concern. “Air inside house... good too. You stay safe.”

Nyen grumbled, crossing his arms. “Next time you wanna go outside, tell us. We don’t like you being out here alone, not with creeps like that roaming around.”

You blinked, surprised by how serious they both were. “I didn’t mean to worry you... Sorry.”

Nyen sighed, his anger finally fading as he looked at you. “Just... don’t be so fucking dumb next time, alright?”

Nyon nodded in agreement, though his tone was much gentler. “You be careful. Always.”

You smiled sleepily, not really understanding the full weight of their concern but appreciating it nonetheless. “Okay... I’ll be more careful.”

Nyen rolled his eyes, though you could see a small smile tugging at his lips. “Sure you will.”

As you turned to head back home, Nyen and Nyon flanked you, sticking close like two overprotective—and ridiculously possessive—guards. You yawned again, oblivious to the fact that they were still radiating a mix of irritation and fierce protectiveness. You didn’t fully grasp just how serious they were about keeping you safe.

“Well, that was exciting,” you mumbled sleepily, blinking at Nyen. “I didn’t know people could be so... persistent.”

Nyen huffed, clearly still annoyed. “Persistent? That guy was a total creep. If we hadn’t shown up, who knows what that asshole would’ve tried next. Probably would’ve dragged you off for your damn [F/D] without even asking.”

Nyon nodded seriously. “Да. Bad man. You not see it. You too... airheaded.”

You gave a lazy grin, still half-drifting in your own little world. “I guess I’m just too friendly for my own good, huh?”

Nyen groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Too friendly? No, you’re just too fucking clueless. Friendly gets you into trouble when you don’t realize some dickhead’s trying to hit on you. We can’t always be around to bail your ass out, y’know.”

Nyon added in his thick accent, “Is why you stay close. Safe inside. Outside is... shit.” He seemed satisfied with his choice of words.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and airy. “You two are acting like I’m some kind of... kitten or something.”

Nyen shot you a deadpan look. “Kitten? Try more like a dumbass wandering into traffic. You don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on half the time.”

Nyon nodded, ever serious. “Yes. Like kitten. But... dumb kitten.”

You blinked, your tail twitching behind you. “A dumb kitten?”

Nyen smirked. “Yeah. A dumb kitten with no idea she’s in danger until someone’s about to kick her ass. That’s you.”

You pouted, your ears drooping. “I’m not that bad…”

“Yeah? You thought that jackass back there was just being ‘friendly,’” Nyen said, making air quotes. “Meanwhile, he’s about two seconds away from getting his teeth knocked in.”

Nyon grinned, a rare flash of amusement lighting his face. “Yes. Would’ve been... bad for him. Very bad.”

You sighed dramatically, rubbing your temples. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re both my bodyguards now. I’ll tell you next time I want to leave the house. Happy?”

Nyen shook his head, but a grin tugged at his lips. “Bodyguards? Nah. More like babysitters for a kitten who’s got no idea how much trouble she’s in half the time.”

Nyon snickered. “Yes. Babysitters. For dumb kitten.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “You two are impossible.”

Nyen smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Nah, we’re just the only thing keeping you from wandering off into more shit. You’re lucky we care enough to stick around.”

Nyon nodded seriously. “Very lucky.”

As the three of you made your way home, you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “I’m not that much of a dumbass…”

Nyen chuckled darkly. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that, kitten.”

Nyon grinned, his broken English only making his point more cutting. “We watch over you... because you too... dumb for world.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

Nyen laughed. “Not a fucking chance, kitten. Not a fucking chance.”

[irenic-seraphiine]

Late night whispers

✮⋆˙ Pairing: Randal x reader

✮⋆˙ CW: None

A/n: As always, this isn’t proof read. This came to me in a dream, also I think this is the longest oneshot I’ve written yet and also the only one that took me several days.

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Randal never had many friends. Other than the ones in his dream world and Sebastian, friends have never really been a thing he’s known when he did have them, they didn’t last long, so when he met you, everything changed. You clicked instantly. You were able to keep up with him and not only that, you were as weird, maybe even weirder than him.

Randal felt seen when he was with you, he felt heard. He loved it. He loved you. It took a while for him to finally realize. After a sleepover one night, he came to that conclusion. He truly loved you. Tonight was much like that night he realized. Randal, Sebastian and you were in Randal’s room. Sebastian was already asleep in his coffin, leaving you and Randal alone. The house was quiet. It was just you two.

“Randal, it’s your turn.” Your melodious voice snapped him out of staring at you. He couldn't help it. “Hehe, I knew that.” Randal slaps down a red 5 card, looking up, he meets your eyes. “Your turn.” While you shuffle through your cards, he takes the time to admire you. This was so out of character for him. Randal even knew, but he couldn’t help it.

“You’re staring again. Maybe we should head to bed, it is pretty late.” Randal’s eyes widen, he got caught. “What? No! It’s okay! I’m perfectly awake, see!” He leans over to you and opens his eyes real wide. “See I’m awake! I swear!!” You giggle and lean back on your hands, you tilt your head and squint your eyes playfully, Randal loved it when you did that. “Randal, if you keep being loud you’re gonna wake your brother.”

“Ahh, you’re right.” Randal sits back on his haunches. He didn’t want to wake Luther, he would just make him go to bed which would mean he would be able to see you less. He didn’t want that. You yawn, closing your eyes tight and covering your mouth with a hand. You set your cards down. “I think I’m done for the night, I’m getting pretty tired.” Randal’s head snapped towards you. “Y-you are?? But the night is still young! We still have more games to play!!” He whines. “Randy, we don’t have to play every game tonight. We can play them another time, yeah?”

Randy… That’s new. It’s like all the wires in Randle’s brain suddenly fry and he completely shuts down. Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy. He can’t stop repeating it. By the time he comes to you’re already getting settled in the air mattress that Luther so graciously bought for you. You were getting ready to settle down but before you can Randal speaks up, his voice soft, softer than you’ve ever heard it before. “Can I… Can we talk some more??”

You look at him, your eyes are full of sleep but also fondness. “Sure.” Your voice barely a whisper, you pat the place next to you on your mattress and scoot over to make room for him. Randal quickly crawls over and gets settled on his side facing you. You both stare at each other for a while and eventually, you break the silence.

“Y'know, I’m really glad I met you, Randal. You’re probably the only best friend I ever had.” Your voice was soft, and your gaze fell on the pillow that was hosting both yours and his head. “Kekeke, really?” He chuckles softly, the mood has been dimmed down into something soft, the creaking of the house settling and the soft muffled snores of Sebastian making you both tired. “Yeah, really.” “I’m glad I met you too.” You smile at that. Randal loved your smile.

Neither of you is quite sure how much longer you two whisper back and forth, but by the time Randal is done whispering about his latest record in a video game he was playing recently, you were knocked out. Randal’s voice trails off as he admires your snoozing form. A peaceful smile graces his face. Hesitating for a moment, he leans in and places a small kiss on your forehead. As he leans back, he feels his eyes grow heavy.

By the time morning arrives, Luther comes in to find Randal and You cuddled together, both deep in sleep.

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[sewinrat]

What if the reader is Randal's twin sister that is always calm and quiet but yet more intimidating than the rest of the ivory household and is always abusing or scaring Sebastian?

It's just something I made up in my head! 😭

Only if you have the chance to do so, of course!

Hey I know I disappeared but I'm going to break my own rule to give you all content

*Reader implied to be female. Also this will not be a fic, just those headcanons thingy

Being Randal's More Intimidating Twin Sister;

Goodness, Randal would never have a boring day if he decides to watch your torture sessions daily

He definitely doesn't like how quiet you are but Nyen and Nyon are the same and he doesn't have a not-fun day watching them so he lets it be. But he's definitely forcing you everywhere with him. You are his twin after all and two is better than one as the humans say!

Clothing wise I'd say a Japanese school girl outfit with blazer and wearing gloves to match Randal's outfit. Honestly it doesn't matter what you want to wear as long as the colour is inverted of Randal's. White outfit and black gloves. You wear glasses but most often contact lenses. The feeling of them intrigued you but glasses are also usually a hindrance in your day to day activities.

The day when Luther gifted the both of you a human pet, you are ecstatic. Your face doesn't show but Randal knows and he's ecstatic as electric as well. Both of you have the dynamic of Maud and Pinkie that's why he can tell. The day after that is the day Sebastian the human pet learns true fear.

You are unnerving and rightfully so. Especially when you keep chasing after him with those garden shears. If Randal has scissors, you have bigger scissors. You like to snip snip Sebastian's body parts. Hair, legs, hand, you get the point. You won't necessarily kill him on purpose, only by accident but Luther will stop you when Sebastian's at the brink of death. Which he wished for more than escaping after weeks upon weeks of torture. Too bad Randal is enjoying this too much which encourages your behaviour.

More often than not, Luther had to tell you to clean up your mess after you finish your fun activity. He doesn't encourage it but he doesn't stop you as well because in his words, who is he to stop his little sister discovering her hobbies and enjoying them.

Two peas in a pod the both of you. It doesn't matter how different you both are, you're still twins. If anyone knows anything about twins, is that somehow they have a deeper bond than with anyone else around them. If you mess with one of them, you have to deal with the other or together if you wanna get messy.

Nyen won't say it out loud obviously but he much prefers you over Randal if we're talking about violence and perfect fit to be the next heir if it ever comes to that. I mean obviously because we're speaking the American cat here. If he's 'lucky', you might spar him one on one. Nyon on the other hand definitely avoids you like the plague. Not a fighter and definitely does not want to be your next experiment but too bad for him, you're still above him in ranks.

Satoru won't favour you more than Randal but he'll definitely ask for your help to make him 'real' to which you happily complied. Remember that spider girl in Vol.2 and Avalona Mercury? Yeah they're your besties. Don't ask how but they just naturally are. Unless you're someone who seeks to pursue a relationship with one of them which I guess go off. No one really cares.

Known as well as the ratmen's worst nightmare. They wish to never come across you ever or else they're better off as a taxidermy head on top of a fireplace. Even if there's a slight chance they'll be let off uninjured, there's a high chance they'll end up getting owned or dead.

Wednesday Addams kinnie I just realised but hey maybe that's what you wanted.

Randal would definitely dragged you into his own mess by making you dress up as him and take the blame. Sometimes you let him do whatever he wants, other times he ends up bloodied.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You(ooc);

Randal: "You've met my twin?! Oo! Oo! How are they?! Did you have fun with her?! She's really fun to play with especially with those shears of hers!" Excited to rant about his twin. Get comfortable or not because he can go on and on and on.

Luther: "Ah yes. She's quite a delight isn't she? I just wish she wouldn't leave such a bloody mess everywhere and anywhere she wants but oh well~ I can't stop her from enjoying what she loves doing." Dismissive yet acknowledged. Just don't get blood on the new carpet or curtains and you're good like you're avoiding angering your mother too much but brother instead.

Nyen: "Would love to fight against once. With her next in line, everything will definitely turn for the worst but it'll be very fun." Nothing else to say except he gives more respects to you than to Randal but won't admit it.

Nyon: Like I said, avoids you like the plague. It got to the point where he can't come up with an opinion on you because his mind goes automatically to 'avoid her alert'. That's not to say he hates you, he could never hate his master's family, he just rather not be under your torture sessions.

Sebastian: "Please don't tell me she's behind me." Shivering scared little thing. He likes his limbs to be intact 24/7 of course so even by the mention of you have his thoughts rapidly flashed the flight or fight instinct. But it's only flight no fight. He's not that bold.

Bonus! Tsukada Satoru: "Randal's twin is nice. She helps me when I needed her most especially when it comes to hurting. Glad to see her interacting well with those two." He's too much focused on Randal to care but since you're Randal's other half, his literal twin, he has to care enough about you.

[lemondytart]

After reading ranfren

I'm still open for doodle requests dw

[vasyuannn]

[0ctpus]

Anger consumes me... GIVE ME MORE SEBASTIAN X READER!!!!

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(art not mine, credits to artist)

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Sebastian x Reader

Summary:

You were looking for your boyfriend when you got kidnapped by some people and put in a cage. You didn't expect some weird kid and his brother to pick you up.

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You weren't supposed to be here. You're not a pet. You're a human!

You thought. Your hands pressed onto the glass. Staring at the people passing by.

Some guy jumps on your glass. His nose pressing up against it and his breath fogging it up. "I like THIS one! Sebastian would LOVEEE her!"

You don't really hear the last part as you jump back in surprise.

. . .

The ride to this mystery place was silent. A few giggles and whispers coming from the front.

You hear the door open as your lifted up. Your body slamming on the wall of the box. You here muffled voices and a loud shriek.

It sounded like they were signing a birthday song. In German...

Your coffin shape box was open and no other than your boyfriend Sebastian opens it. His eye widen. And so do yours.

He's quick to hug you and start kissing you. The orange haired boy pulls himself back in disgust.

"can you two do that later! It's you're birthday Sebast-" Sebastian quickly hugs him and is excited. The guy seems surprised and as Sebastian pulls away hes still shocked before grinning.

He's fast to blow out the candles, thanking the lanky brown bobbed dude and the boy.

He turns back and hugs you again. Your finally out of your binds and your arms wrap around him, in a empty room.

"where were you?.." you say. Your voice barley above a whisper.

"I was here. Stuck. With these crazy people. But we can't escape. So we have to get adjusted here but it's a bit more barrable with you here." He kisses your head. Cuddling you. His voice is sweet and low.

He craddles you until you both fall asleep. Finally together again.

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ITS DONE omg after days of being lazy

[sluttingforyou]

Had an idea for a self indulgent fic

Ranfren boys x ftm reader where he's the house's fuck toy (randal wanted another pet and luther brought home one)

Iconic am i right ^w^

[plagueoffools]

RANFREN

𝜗⠀ MASTERLIST⠀˙ ♱◞ 𝜚

RANFREN

CHARACS : - RANDAL IVORY, SATORU TSUKADA, LUTHER VON IVORY, SEBASTIAN DE TOMATO SMITH CHICKEN LEGS, NYEN THE CATMAN, NYON THE CATMAN.

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

What would you do if he was lounging on the floor and his presence was disturbing？

He will want to be stepped on as well as the carpet

[qa-salvatore2]

NYEN X TAYLOR (OC) / meowbat

Taylor is a snow-white bat with 60s based makeup, and Nyen is, uh, Nyen.

[monayen]

Hey!!! HI!!! YOUR FANFICS ARE SO GOOD AACK

Can we (the starved) please have a Nyen dating hcs?? The reader can also be Luther's pet hshshshshs I'm literally going insane godd I'm so sorry Nyen's just so... So fucking fine..

Dating headcannons | Nyen

➷ Paring - Nyen x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - degradation, sadism, biting/marking, blood kink, predator/prey kink, mentions of killing, hes bad at emotions okay

a/n - trying to figure out how i want to format hcs so ignore that this looks different than the luther dating hcs. please. anyhoots whos dating hcs should i start doing next >.>

Hates you a little (probably)

Not in the “wants make you suffer and kill you” type of way he usually hates, but rather the “why do you make me feel this way?” type

How you make his cheeks redden and his palms sweaty, sharp nails digging into his own skin in overwhelming nervousness. It makes him feel weird, no matter how hard he tries to hide it

To care for someone other than his master, especially just a weak, pathetic pet like you… Nyen thinks in turn it makes him weak and pathetic

Knows loyalty from Luther. Knows satisfaction and pleasure from killing. But genuine love? It made him want to tear his heart out just to stop it from beating so fast when he sees you

The romance manga Randal gifted him hadn’t prepared him at all. He's reread them and reread them in an attempt to understand how he should feel but he still needed time to wrap his head around the reality of being in a relationship

Did feel like he needed permission from his master to be with you. Thankfully, Luther was happy (how cute!) as long as it didn't affect his pet duties. Nyen doesn't know what he would've done if Luther said no.

Doesn't like terms like boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, you're just his.

Calls you baby or sweetheart. Some pet names you’d hear a trashy construction worker catcall a woman down the street with. His gruff voice doesn't help

Doesn't really care what you call him as long as it isn't sickly sweet… does have the smallest thing for being called sir… but only in private!

He most likely wouldn't act much like a good boyfriend in front of people. Sorry, his own pride is just too high to look all lovey-dovey in front of others

Basically the embodiment of “he's just bullying you because he likes you!” you’d get from an adult when a boy would torment you in school. Except he actually does like you. Weirdo Nyen’s more comfortable when it’s just you, which means he doesn't feel the need to be brooding and scary in private

Loves to lay on your lap and have his head pet while he reads or watches television like the catman he is. Eventually falls asleep after some time so don't dare move.

Schedule tends to be the same, he's not all about change. His day consists of doing what Luther tells him, working out, and watching out for pests or danger

Still about the same since you guys have been together, but he tries include you in his day as much as possible

It can be nice, like him wanting you to watch him workout. Making sure to show off his abs and biceps… acts like he doesn't do it on purpose for you to oogle at

Nonchalantly boasts about how he can pick you up with ease, no matter what you weigh

Has in fact proved it multiple times by carrying you around place to place

Wouldn't mind you exercising with him– but be careful. He's a harsh trainer, can and will push you until you're a sweaty, exhausted mess. Kinda turns him on…

Other times, he’ll drag you into more dangerous or scary situations just so he can protect you

You're his perfect damsel in distress, someone to run into his arms and hold closely

Actually wouldn’t let you be in real danger. But if he knows he can handle it, (which he can) he’s not opposed to your praise about how he’s saved you

On the opposite end, Nyen also enjoys playing hunting and chasing games with you. There are times when he has taken you to a nearby forest, releasing your hand where the evergreens are the thickest, and in his low voice, he says, “Run.”

He loves to focus on the scurry of leaves crunching beneath your feet, the sight of your figure trying to keep up ahead of him, and the sound of your rapid breathing as he gets closer and closer

Nyen pounces and catches you every single time, dark pupils dilated with pure adrenaline as he constrains you. Hours will pass before you’re home again

There's not many date-like activities Nyen is interested in doing. Nyen doesn’t care to plan them, you live together anyways!

But if you insist, a picnic is the go-to. Simple, outside of the house, and he gets to have as much beer and undercooked chicken as you can stuff into a basket

Can also take you out on late night drives. Speeding down long, tree lined roads as CD music blasts with a hand resting on your thigh. (Nice!)

Does go out of his way to hit any animal(man?) unfortunate enough to be on the road. If he manages, he’ll pull over and make you look at the mangled body with him (Not so nice.)

Lots of territorial behavior. Nyen loves to share his extra clothes or his cigs (if you smoke) so you’re smelling like him. It just connects you two together, without having to say a word

Speaking of territorial… marks a lot. Biting, scratching, hickies. Even bruises if he's extra rough

He doesn't let you hide them. Would probably explode if he caught you trying to cover them with makeup or clothes and end up punishing you by marking even more

Libido is very high. Didn't actually get much action before being with you, mostly jerking off after a successful kill

But with you? Practically at any chance, he will

Doesn't care if you haven't showered, shaved, or prepped in any way. Will always find you incredibly attractive and irresistible

Even if you have periods, he’ll still pin you against the wall and rub his cock against you. The blood turns him on baby!

Has a fantasy of you being covered in the blood of one of his victims while he fucks you. Maybe less of fantasy and more of a goal. One day…

Treats it like a game, pulling and teasing you beforehand. Nails dug into your hips, a low voice in your ear whispering about how you’ve been teasing him “like the slut you are”

Drags you away from whatever you're doing. Not sneaky or polite when he pins you against the closest surface available, the only gentleness being the steady growl of his voice. Nothing possibly can't be as important as the need to stuff his aching cock inside what's his

Has fucked you in every room besides his Master’s and Randal’s. Would just be too weird…

A sadist (duh), but cares about you feeling good too. Won't hurt you too bad, though his definition of what is too bad might be different from yours. He wants you alive and mostly conscious

Made an effort to learn proper aftercare and to be less selfish, as he never felt the need to before

Still uses too much teeth when giving head and offers you a lukewarm bottle of water after sex… but it's the thought that counts!

Has a bunk with Nyon and still makes you sleep with him. Problem tends to be that it's wayyyy too tiny for both of you. You’ve complained to him to ask Luther for a bigger and separate bed but he gruffly responded for you to shut up and let him spoon in peace

Kicks Nyon out of the room a lot so it could just be the two of you. It's almost childish, bitching and hissing if Nyon doesn't give up his space. Poor guy, he just wants to lay in bed and smoke :/

Bit of a night owl, doesn't actually need to sleep much yet he still likes to. but does so very late. You’ll only know he's in bed when he snores against your neck

Always awake first, he's got more important things to do than lay around in bed with you (as he claims)

Will come back a bit later and wake you up with a cup of the most bitter black coffee in a cheesy matching mug. Just as an apology for the scratch and bite marks leading between your thighs he gave you last night. Drink it all, it's rude if you don't :(

[advisorykitty]

can you please make nyen X reader smut or just normal PLEASE I NEED MORE

Provoked

Nyen x Reader

Living in Luther’s house had always been an experience, especially with everyones odd habits and unspoken rules. One of those rules was simple: don’t mess with Nyen ESPECIALLY when he’s working out. But today deciding you had a death wish ,you decided to break that rule.

The day had been frustrating. Luther had sent you on another errand, and by the time you got back, your patience was wearing thin. You walked into the living room, groceries in hand, and spotted Nyen in the middle of his workout. He was dressed in his black tank .His body moving with precise, almost mechanical, discipline as he knocked out push-ups with ease.

It wasn’t just the sight of Nyen that irritated you—it was everything. The way he ignored everyone unless it suited him, the way he carried himself like he was better than everyone else. He always acted like the world revolved around him, and today, you were done pretending that didn’t bother you.

“Do you ever do anything useful besides work out?” you snapped, tossing the grocery bag onto the counter with more force than necessary. The clattering sound of cans and boxes echoed through the room.

Nyen didn’t respond at first. He paused in mid-push-up, holding the position without breaking a sweat, and turned his head just slightly to glance at you. His expression was impassive, unreadable, as if asking you to repeat yourself but something in his eyes told you that he was already annoyed, guilt was the last thing on your mind.

“Maybe if you spent as much time helping out as you do flexing in the mirror and admiring your lazy ass self, you’d actually contribute something around here,” you added, the irritation clear in your voice.

Slowly, Nyen pushed himself to his feet. His movements were fluid, almost too controlled, like a predator that was deciding whether or not to pounce. He turned to face you fully, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours. “What the fuck did you just say?”

YEESH you had definitely fucked up but there was definitely no turning back now!!!

The venom in his tone made you hesitate for a split second, but you had already made a point and you weren't going down. Irritation overpowered your better judgment. “I said, maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with looking tough, you’d actually be useful. But no, you’re just Luther’s overgrown pet who spends more time showing off than doing anything important.”

Nyen’s expression darkened, his face twisting into a snarl. “You’ve got some fucking nerve talking to me like that. You’re just a weak little human who can’t even handle a simple errand without whining.”

“Oh, I’m weak?” you shot back, stepping closer, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline. “At least I don’t fucking kill things for fun and find pleasure in it. Fucking weirdo. Actually, do you think that makes you strong? It just makes you a psychopathic sadist.”

Nyen’s eyes flashed with anger. “Better a psychopath than a pathetic, mouthy piece of shit who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.” His voice was a low growl now, filled with barely restrained fury.

The insult hit harder than you expected, and for a moment, you considered backing down. But you werent a pussy so hell nah! You're already pissed from being everyones dormat and you were tired of being talked down to, especially tired of the constant tension. “At least I have a mind of my own,” you said, your voice rising. “You’re nothing but Luther’s attack dog. Without him, you’re just a lonely, aggrovated bitch who has nothing else going for him.”

For a split second, the room was dead silent. Then, Nyen exploded.

“You little shit!” he roared, his voice shaking with rage. Before you could react, Nyen grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over with a furious snarl, sending groceries and utensils flying across the room. The sudden violence sent a shockwave of fear through you, but it was too late to turn back now.

Yeah you're definitely fucked.

His eyes were fixed on you, and for the first time, you truly realized the danger you were in.

“You think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?” Nyen hissed, taking a menacing step towards you. His hands were clenched into fists, and you could see the muscles in his arms tensing as if he was ready to strike. “You fucking idiot, I’ll tear you apart!”

Panic set in, and without thinking, you turned and bolted. You could hear Nyen’s footsteps pounding after you, fast and relentless. Your heart was racing, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you ran through the hallway, what the FUCK where you thinking?????This is Nyen where taking about and did you mention he works out everday????!!!

You desperately tryed to find a way out. But deep down, you knew you were trapped—Luther, Randal, and Sebastian had gone grocery shopping, leaving you alone in the house with Nyen and Nyon. (Plus kitty and Nana)

There was no one coming to help you.

You burst into the kitchen, and Nyon almost jumped as you guys came crashing in, his eyes opened wider as he looked down from the fridge where he occasionally liked to nap.

Your hands shaking as you grabbed a frying pan from the counter. Nyen was right behind you, his eyes filled with a terrifying mix of fury and sadistic glee. “Running won’t save you,” he taunted, his voice laced with a cruel edge. “You’re fucking dead, you know that?”

“Stay the hell away from me!” you shouted, swinging the pan wildly in his direction. But Nyen was too fast—he ducked under the swing with a snarl, his eyes never leaving yours. The frying pan clattered to the floor, and you scrambled back, trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible.

Nyen straightened up, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “Pathetic,” he spat, slowly advancing on you. “Is that all you’ve got? You really thought you could take me on? You’re even dumber than you look.”

Desperation gripped you as you backed up against the wall, your mind racing for a way out. But there was no escape—Nyen had you cornered, and he knew it.

With deliberate, almost leisurely movements, Nyen reached into his waistband and pulled out a knife. The blade gleamed wickedly in the dim kitchen light, and your blood ran cold. “I'll love seeing you fucking squirm,” Nyen said, his voice dripping with sadism.

You tried to dodge as Nyen lunged at you, but he was too fast. The knife slashed across your arm, leaving a stinging cut that sent a wave of pain shooting through you. You cried out, and it hurt like SHIT.

Clutching your bleeding arm as you stumbled backwards, the fear now fully consuming you as the reality of the situation dawning on you.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Nyen sneered, advancing on you with deadly intent. “That’s just a taste of what’s coming, you fucking asshole. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

You grabbed a chair, swinging it in his direction with all the strength you had left, but Nyen easily sidestepped the attack quite literally insulting you because you put a lot of force into that.

He was toying with you, drawing out the moment, savoring your fear. “Come on,” he taunted, his voice low and menacing. “Fight back. Or are you just going to stand there and let me carve you up?”

You tried to swing the chair again, but Nyen was too quick. He grabbed the chair out of your hands and threw it aside with a snarl. “Pathetic,” he repeated, his voice filled with contempt. “You’re nothing. Just a weak, scared little human who doesn’t know when to shut up and admit their place.”

He grabbed you by the collar and slammed you against the wall, his face inches from yours. “Any last words?” he growled, his breath hot against your skin.

Fear paralyzed you. You could barely think, let alone come up with something to say. But before Nyen could strike, a sudden noise echoed through the house—the faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by footsteps.

Somehow, while you and Nyen were busy fighting , Nyon had managed to get Luther to intervene. Luther stood beside Nyon. Luther looked at you both in the rather unflattering position you were in, his mouth set to a line. Luther hummed, which made Nyen roughly let you go.

“Fucking pest,” he muttered under his breath, before turning his attention back to you and making sure Luther had left the room.

“Looks like you got lucky. But next time…” He pressed the knife against your throat just enough for you to feel its cold edge. “*There won’t be a next time.*”

With a final shove, he let you go, sending you sprawling to the floor. Nyen glared down at you one last time, his eyes filled with unspoken threats. Then, with a snarl of frustration, he turned and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving you trembling and shaken on the floor.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, you slumped against the wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The cut on your arm throbbed painfully and you tried your absolute best not to start crying.

You sat there for a long time, trying to calm your racing heart and still your shaking hands. The house felt eerily silent, the earlier tension hanging in the air. Nyen had shown you a side of him one that you hoped you’d never see again..

When you finally gathered the strength to stand, you ran into Nyon who you figured (despite the language barrier) try to patch you up.

You spent the rest of the night replaying the events of today and a smile tugged on your lips.

You were definitely going to abuse the fact that Nyen was so submissive when Luther was around.

Part 2 will be out soon! Mb smut if u guys want ^_^

[irenic-seraphiine]

Loving Luther

✮⋆˙ Pairing: Luther x Reader

✮⋆˙ CW: None

A/n: I literally could not, for the life of me, get myself to write for a while so enjoy this half-asses fic. Also, I love Luther but I don’t know if he’s entirely in character in this so possible ooc Luther.

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Loving Luther was interesting, to say the least. When you first met, you had the feeling he wasn’t quite human, (though he heavily insisted he was) with those large unblinking eyes and his almost abnormally long limbs, something about him wasn’t quite right, and yet you still fell for him. He was caring; a family man. When he held you at night, it was bliss, for you. You were pretty sure he didn’t sleep but you weren’t quite sure.

Your days went something like this: You’d wake up, Luther already awake and staring at you, He says good morning, and you reply, parroting him. Some mornings you would wake up to one of Luther’s Catmen on the bed as well, most of the time it was Nyon, as Nyen still hasn’t quite warmed up to you. (You were quite surprised when you first met them, fully under the impression it was a kink, you’re still not sure what’s going on.)

After that you would get up, have breakfast, and then go about your day, it was rare to have slow mundane days, there was always something going on in the Ivory household, and it was exciting. Occasionally, throughout the day Luther would come find you, corner you in some part of the house, and give you affection. It was the stereotypical affection you often see couples on TV doing, small pecks on the lips, cheeks, and forehead. Gentle swaying to nonexistent music and words of devotion.

You were glad you fell in love with Luther. If you never met him, you wouldn’t know where you’d be right now. As you lay in the giant bed in Luther’s bedroom, cuddled up to his chest, you can’t help but smile. This was where you were supposed to be in life. Cuddled up to Luther, in a warm and loving yet strange home.

Loving Luther was interesting, yes, but you were alright with that.

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