#Ranfren x reader

[monayen]

awawawa tysm! (*/∀＼*) then i'll req smth for 17 yo randal w a fem reader! like he's been ignoring reader because he's too busy playing lol or being an asshole on reddit so reader tries to get his attention in other ways--- ( ￣▽￣)

x_thedarkprince_x | Randal Ivory (17ndal)

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory (17ndal) x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - oral (m. receiving) / blowjobs, pet play, he stink *_*

a/n - i forgot how much i love this freak... i was gonna write him stinkier but im sick with an eye infection and im 90% sure me writing him infected me somehow. also i have never played league but i do watch arcane and play val so i think that's good enough. 'pologies if i got anything wrong in that aspect (not really) also header is @/tapi_taro_ on twt !!

A rhythmic clicking echoed against the dark walls of Randal’s room. It was late — far too late for him to be hunched over his computer, his eyes fixed on the flickering characters on the screen.

He knew it too. Luther had made it clear he wasn’t supposed to be playing this late, even threatening to confiscate his expensive setup if he caught him awake again. Yet here he was, ignoring every warning.

Your legs dangled off the side of the coffin he should've been in hours ago with you, tired eyes flickering at the blue light of the screen. Or more importantly, Randal. 

His long orange hair was disheveled, sticking up in all directions, unbrushed and greasy.  A string of drool hung from the corner of his mouth as he muttered curses under his breath, his razor-sharp teeth glinting in the glow of the monitor. Far too engrossed to even blink.

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. It had been days since Randal had given you more than a passing glance. A new season of LoL had started, and you were pretty sure his ass was permanently welded to his chair. The only times he left it were to use the bathroom or grab more soda. Has he even eaten?

Sleep was impossible with the constant noise. The rapid clack of his fingers on the keys, the drag of his mouse across the desk — it all kept you on edge. Even when you managed to drift off, there was always a sharp bang against the side of the table or a shout of some obscene curse, loud enough to snap you awake. And then, you’d have to fight to fall asleep all over again.

You huff in frustration, sitting up from where you’ve been laying against the coffin. “Randal?”

He doesn’t even flinch, his eyes fixed on the screen. For a moment, you wonder if he’s deliberately ignoring you, but the garbled voices from the game blasting through his headset make it clear that he just can't hear. 

You repeat yourself louder, and only then does he push one of his headphones aside, “What?” 

You make a face at his almost exasperated tone, his eyes still not moving towards you, “It's really late.”

He shrugs, lips pressing into a thin line as he shakes his head, barely glancing your way. “Yeah, well, I can’t pause. I’ll be there in a bit, sweetieee.” He drags out the last word with a teasing giggle before adjusting his headphones and continuing playing.

You stand up from the coffin, stretching your arms above your head. Your joints pop and crack, and you wince at the sudden movement. It's been a long day, and you're exhausted. But sleep isn’t going to happen unless he gets off the game.

You take a step towards him, your bare feet padding softly on the carpet. He's so focused on the game that he doesn't even notice you approaching. You lean over his shoulder, peering at the screen. 

He's losing, the game isn't even close. The string of chat logs of him and his teammates arguing in the corner catch your eye. You watch as Randal scowls, quickly typing something in chat. An IP address, but you’re pretty sure it's actually just a random string of numbers. 

Tilting your head, you ask, “Won't you get banned for that?”

Randal doesn't respond, too focused in the game to acknowledge you. You sigh again, a reaction would at least be nice. You're tired of being ignored, desperately wanting some type of attention, affection, anything to make you feel wanted. You're also just tired in general…

You place your hands on his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. He tenses slightly at your touch, but doesn't pull away. You start to massage his shoulders, working out the knots that have formed from his terrible posture.

"Randal," you say softly, leaning down to whisper against his neck, even though he can't hear you, "You can play with something else…”

He shivers at your breath on his skin, but still doesn't turn to you. You huff, frustrated. 

You drop to your knees, crawling under the desk. You can see his feet, clad in mismatched socks, tapping impatiently on the floor. You reach up, running your hands up his calves, his thighs, until you reach his crotch. 

Taking a deep breath, you began to graze his crotch, him immediately shaking above you, "What are you – hey!" Randal finally noticed your actions, but he made no move to stop you as you continued to rub the fabric of his sweatpants. 

He lowers his headset, leaving them around his neck as he hunches over. “Bad girl! I’m literally about to derank!” 

You feel him stiffen under your touch. "Randal," you murmur again, your hand stroking him slowly. "I want to make you feel good."

Randal let out a shaky breath, his hips twitching forward. "I'm busy," he grumbled, but there was a note of desire behind his pitchy voice.

He makes a strangled noise when you squeeze, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen. He looks down at you, his black eyes lidded. “Fuck… my elo." he breathes, his hips bucking into your palm.

You smile, satisfied that you finally have some of his attention. You tug down his bottoms, freeing his cock. It's hard and hot in your hand, pulsing with need. You swiftly wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently.

Randal groans, his fingers tightening on the mouse. He's still playing, well… attempting to at least. His eyes keep darting back down to you, hands shaking against his keyboard and mouse. 

His thighs tremble more once you begin sucking on the sensitive tip harder, his focus faltering to groan, “C’mon – you can go deeper than that pet,” One of his hands leaves the desk, moving to grip the back of your head.

He groans, hips bucking into your mouth as he pushes your head down, "You're gonna make me lose." It's almost a whine, like it's a genuine bother for you to be down on your knees for him. But he doesn't stop you. If anything, he's pushing you down further, encouraging you with soft, desperate sounds. You take him deeper, tongue swirling around the length of his cock.

You moan around him, sending vibrations through his shaft. He gasps, fingers tangling in your hair.

"Shit, shit, fuck," he chants, voice rising in pitch. His thighs tremble, muscles tensing under your hands.

His free hand still clicks around on the keyboard, your eyes narrowing at the not-surprising ridiculousness of Randal still trying to play the game despite his dick being down your throat. 

You pull off his length with a pop, tilting your head sweetly, "Come on, Randal," you tease, stroking him slowly. "Is the game really that important?"

Randal whines, head thudding back against the chair. With a giggle, he nudges your head back down onto his erection, "I just told these virgins I’m getting my dick sucked, kekeke.”

You bob your head, taking him deep, swallowing around him. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling sharply. “Hah, keep going pet.” he groans rocking his hips, fucking your face with shallow, needy thrusts. You double your efforts, sucking harder and taking him deeper in your mouth. 

"Fuck, fuck, swallow it–" he cuts off with a strangled cry, hips stuttering. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, his body tensing. A quick pulse follows before he's flooding your throat. Quickly, you gulp, swallowing his cum down and not letting it leak out your mouth. 

He pants, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He looks down at you, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, slumping down slightly on the chair. 

Randal moves his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek, his sharp teeth biting his lip, “Goooood pet.” 

Blushing at the praise, you finally crawl up when he moves his chair back, giving you space to get out from under the desk. “Are you sleepy now?” You ask, a cheeky smile on your face as you lean in closer to him. 

Randal lets out another strange giggle before leaning in to plant a quick, wet kiss on your lips.

“Gah, I can taste myself,” he grimaces, pulling back slightly. “Did I burn a hole in your stomach?”

You stifle a laugh and shake your head. “Randal.”

He catches the hint in your voice, finally giving in. With a dramatic sigh, he tucks his soft dick in and pushes up from his chair. “Turn off the monitor then, pretty please?”

You nod, watching as he scratches his ass before collapsing onto his coffin, immediately drifting off to sleep.

Turning to the monitor, you notice a bright red DEFEAT screen glaring back at you. Glancing at the chat, you see the last message a teammate sent before the game ended —

‘GGS report x_thedarkprince_x for throwing’

[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

[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

[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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[advisorykitty]

Idk if I asked this already but can you do Randal x extremely nice/pushover! reader headcanons

Randal X Pushover Reader

Headcannons!!

You were Randal’s only friend, drawn to his strange but lonely vibe. You started dating because you were too nice to say no.

You agree to everything Randal wants, even his weird hobbies like collecting creepy dolls or exploring abandoned places and playing video games.

Randal will casually say things like “You’re mine forever,” but he says it with a weirdly sweet (yet unsettling) smile.

Unlike everyone else, Randal never tries to scare you. Instead, he just creepily watches you until you notice him. Something like "Oh hey! about time you notice me~"

If someone is rude to you, Randal will offer to make them “disappear,” though you always decline with a nervous laugh.

He gifts you a doll that looks eerily like you. You accept it even though it makes you uncomfortable.

Randal has no concept of personal space. He’ll randomly appear while you’re brushing your teeth or reading, just wanting your attention.

You can’t say no to Randal’s odd requests, like exploring creepy buildings or helping him name his dolls. Sometimes even straight up trespassing .

Randal constantly reminds others that “she’s mine,” in a way that makes people unsure if he’s joking.

Probably explains why no-one longer talks to you in class

Which is great for him since you have more time to spend together!

Sebastian thinks you’re too nice for your own good and encourages you to stand up for yourself, but you never do.

Luther offers you vague, slightly creepy advice like “You can always leave if he gets too much,” which leaves you unsure if you should laugh or worry.

And you find yourself contemplating what facial expressions to make when he says something (like is he trying to be funny or serious?)

Nyen teases you about putting up with Randal, while Nyon avoids being around when the two of you are together, clearly uncomfortable.

You’ll sit through hours of some wierd anime or eat Randal’s questionable cooking, just because you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Onetime he tried making shitake soup probably saw it in an anime

He used poisonous mushrooms that he found, and you were sick for a week

If you’re stressed, Randal insists, “I’ll handle it, don’t worry,” though you’re never entirely sure what that means.

Another time while you were at school and unbeknownst to you had been getting bullied.

The next day the bullies magically didn't show up to class. Who could of thought 🙀🙀

MINI-INTERVIEWS!!

Nyen: "She’s soft, too soft. I don’t get why she sticks around Randal like that. He’s weird, but she’s worse for putting up with it. If it were me? I’d leave. No one’s worth that much patience. Maybe she likes being treated like one of his dolls. I don’t care. She’s just... there. Nothing special." Shrugs."Whatever." Nyen doesn't really care for you. As long as you stay out his way, he'll stay out of yours. However, he is interested in seeing what it takes to break your facade.

Luther:

"Sie ist... nett. Too nice. I’ve told her—several times—that she can leave Randal whenever she wants, but she stays. Warum? No idea." He shrugs slightly, voice monotone. "Maybe she likes suffering. Patience like hers is rare but fragil. We’ll see how long it lasts. But she’s... not terrible. Just... too kind." Luther enjoys your company. If he can even enjoy it, you're helpful and don't complain?? 5 stars already. He's still confused about how patient you, but humans like your are his favourite!

Randal:

"She’s mine, forever. No take-backs. I love how she never says no, like she’s meant for me. She’s kind of like a doll, you know? Only real, and much better. I won’t let her leave. She’s perfect the way she is, even if she doesn’t know it yet." Loves you alot, maybe to much. You spend majority of your time with him and he makes sure of that! Not like you can say no anyway.

Sebastian:

"She's uh.. okay?? I don't know how she has so much patients with Randal though... atleast it keeps thing off me for a while when she's around."

Similarly to Nyen, he doesn't care much for you, but he is thankful that you keep the heat of him when Randal is busy talking to you.

Nyon:

"She's..... nice.. too nice. Strange, too, not like Randal. Good. Strange.." He's not much of an extrovert, but he does see you as somewhat extraordinary. It's not often you meet someone who isn't cynical. However, he does sometimes feel bad for you when you have to endure Randal daily; you don't see him much, so you can't exactly regulate an opinion.

[moon-kissed-seraphiine]

Nap time

☾₊ ⊹ Pairing: Nyon x Reader (can be read as romantic or platonic) ☾₊ ⊹ Cw: None

A/n: This is a Repost, very self indulgent and not proof read.

It was quiet. You liked these days, where nothing seemed to happen. Randal wasn’t up to any trouble, Nyen wasn’t hunting any pesky rat men and it was simply, quiet. It’s been getting colder, perhaps that’s the reason, with the summer warmth now gone, the quiet winters are coming. The longer days just make you sleepy. Sleepier than you normally were.

Laying in the bed that Luther so graciously given you when he first ‘adopted’ you. Dozing off was one of your favorite past times, not like there was anything else to do really. You might’ve settled down into the role of being a pet but you’re still not quite used to how eccentric everything and everyone was. The blankets that you claimed as yours lay on you, they were heavy, comforting, like a hug. The warmth under the blanket due to your body heat being the main factor of why none of your limbs were sticking out, you were, effectively, a cocoon of comfort.

Just as the sandman was about to wisk you off to sleep, the door creaks open. Not bothering on opening your eyes, you instead focus on the foot steps. There was no real reason for anyone to be in here, other than you. Luther had his own room, Randal shared his room with Sebastian, his pet. The Cat men of the house shared a room, and since there was no more room with them, you got your own. So the sudden appearance of a person was quite unusual.

The steps stop in-front of you, waiting, watching. Peeking open an eye, your greeted with the sight if yellow. Raising your gaze, you’re met with the wide eyes of Nyon. Nyon and you had bonded almost instantly, his quiet nature was a comfort to you during your early days in the Ivory household, and even now, you find solace in his presence.

“Hello Nyon.” Your words are coated in sleep, your voice lower than normal, not that it truly mattered. Nyon, as usual doesn’t respond, probably due to the language barrier, or maybe due to the fact he might just not like to talk. You didn’t know which. His gaze flicker to the blanket, then back to you. Ah. You see. Wordlessly, you lift the blanket up, letting out your precious heat that you accumulated while laying down.

Nyon climbs in, his long limbs squeezing onto the twin size bed along with you. It’s a tight fit but neither of you truly care. After a moment of contorting yourselves into a position that is comfortable. You settle down. The combination of the soft breathes and the added warmth lulling you back to a mellow, tired feeling. With one last look at Nyon, you close your eyes and let the sand man lead you off.

A/n: I love Nyon.

moon-kissed-seraphiine Please don't copy, translate or repost my works.

[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.

[mmmfanfiction]

Asking them to go to McDonalds at midnight with you || Ranfren x reader

Randal-

🤓immediately says yes.

🤓he’s really excited to go outside with you

🤓may or may not ask Luther.

🤓If he doesn’t this causes Luther to panic and scold you both, so you should check with him just to make sure.

🤓-10/10 you guys were banned from the McDonald’s

Sebastian-

🤡hesitant, but eventually agrees

🤡Randal ends up tagging along because Sebby would get in trouble if not

🤡actually has a decent time, it’s kinda like being normal again, which he appreciates

🤡thinks of asking one of the workers for help, but decided not too since he doesn’t want them to get dragged into such madness

🤡 9/10 because Randals there

Luther- 

👁️ does not wanna go out

👁️one, he’s tired, two, he doesn’t even like fast food in the first place, three he could make you a much better meal.

👁️might relent if you beg enough but more likely then not is he’s just going to make you a suitable snack and then go back to bed

👁️2/10, only bc he didn’t actually let you go to McDonald’s at that time

Nyon-

🚬says yes.

🚬he probably just sits in the booth across from you staring

🚬high asf

🚬10/10

Nyen-

🐺Side eyes you

🐺did you really have to wake him up for this?

🐺will probably ignore you to go back to sleep, though after a while he finally gives in

🐺if he didn’t look intimidating before he definitely does now

🐺he scared the workers with his annoyed and tired expression :(,

🐺5/10 it went fine but he ran his car into a deer on the way back

The ratmen-

🐀no.

🐀okay but seriously, you have to go by yourself and bring them the food

🐀actually Micheal and Ratman 3 go with you

🐀probably got just about everything on the menu

🐀if you do this often you may coax the whole group into coming with you

🐀3/10 your broke now

[0ctpus]

Why can't we make ranfren comics that don't involve rape

Please

Yeah thanks ok bye see you next nyen x reader comic

[tamtommy]

My Y/N 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💐💐💖💐💖💐💖💐💐💖💐💖 , You can use them in your stories Oc x yn or anything , whether it's a mouse, a rat, or a cat. Just don't forget to add my name and I wish you a good night, my friends. You can choose any one you want, whether it's a normal one, a rat, or a cat. The most important thing is your Your comfort and enjoyment 🗣️🫂���

[vasyuannn]

Peek-a-boo, maybe

[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!

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

are u gonna post more randal x pet reader comics?PLS DO IM BEGGING YOU ILL LET YOU US3 ME AS A FOOT STOOL PLSSS

She accompanied him to practice until the plums were messed up, she's so kind!!

[moolah-moolah]

Silly and Insignificant | Luther Von Ivory

♡ Paring: Luther Von Ivory x fem!reader

CW(s): Nothing

Author's note: Okay, technically this is my second fic I've written but I'm not counting the other one for reasons. I could've written better but I kept worrying >:( Anways, I hope this is decent and yeah, I was cussing myself out while writting this. Everyone is probably OOC. I'm probably gonna have to make a part 2 because most of this was literally just exposition😭 I SWEAR it's gonna get to the Luther parts soon, TRUST. Also sorry if there are still grammar problems even after I proofread it. It's late and I'm tired.

Life's been fine. Everything was. Of course you struggled and had your triumphs as most do, but something wasn't right. No, perhaps "not right" weren't the right words but more like something missing. As corny as it sounded, it seemed like a part of you was out there, and as frustrating as it was... not with you. I mean of course you'd feel that way. You had a life but refused to live it.

Tragic.

Maybe that's why you left your home, your friends, your family... and your past. In favor of something more. Which for some reason, meant getting lost in the forest. Not that it really mattered though. If you were gonna die, let it be something memorable.

As you walked, picking up and examining things as you went. You notice a drowsiness washing over you. Did you drink water before you left? Use the bathroom?! Maybe you should've thought this through more. But you could've sworn it wasn't too late when you left, about 4 or 5 maybe? But taking a look at the sky made you realize you had been out here for longer than anticipated.

You decided to rest on a nearby tree. Your throat felt as dry as sandpaper and you feel your mind start to drift off as you begin to lose consciousness. However, not before catching a glimpse of some shiny brown shoes getting closer and closer to you.

When you came to, you realized you weren't in the forest anymore. Rather you were in a house. A rather strange and tacky house. "What.. the hell?" Were the only words that came from your throat. You felt like you had more to say but you couldn't find the words, it didn't matter though since your train of thought got interrupted by someone coming in.

"Oh, you woke up." A young man with curly red hair said. Which you only responded with a tilt of your head and a confused look. He seemed to take note of this as he got closer and handed a glass of water to you. "Here. You were dehydrated." The freckled boy said with a tired yet polite smile.

You took the glass and drank deeply. He just stood there and seemed like he wasn't sure if he should watch you or look somewhere else. So he just kind of kept shifting his gaze awkwardly and fidgeting with whatever he could get his hands on. After finishing the water, you couldn't help but strike of a conversation with him. If not to know where the hell you were, he could be a decent person to converse with. At least he seemed normal enough to not be the one to have kidnapped you. "Ahem, so uhm.... what's going on- I mean, why am I even here?"

He turned his attention back to you, as if not expecting to be talked to. But he spoke up after a second. He gave you a sort of awkward expression that seemed to be mixed with a bit of sympathy as he rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. "Well... about that. It was gonna be a dinner situation again.. but uhhhh, we made sure to really check and... surprise!... you're still alive and um... homeless? So he decided to let you stay with us for a bit."

This made you quirk up a brow. 'He? Who the hell is he??' Sensing your confusion the redhead almost answered but the sound of the front door opening made him jolt a bit. "Fuck..." he muttered under his breath. He quickly took the now empty glass and speed walked to the door. He didn't leave without saying something though.

"Look I wasn't even supposed to be in here. Let's just keep this between us and hopefully... hopefully they don't get too attached." He then gestured to himself and gave you a smile but it seemed to be devoid of any real emotion. "Don't wanna end up like me in this stupid getup." he said with a dry, humorless chuckle and then left, shutting the door.

Weird. But not something to fret over... hopefully. So you laid back down on the bed and shut your eyelids. Maybe you could sleep the confusion off? Though you're not sure how that'd even work.

It only felt like a few seconds had past but the sounds of soft whispering and chattering woke you up. You opened your eyes and sat up instantly and to your surprise, there was people standing around the room you rested in. "What the f-" You get interrupted by a yell of a dorky looking boy with glasses and unruly hair.

"Big brother! She's awake!" he exclaimed while pointing a gloved hand at you. This made the tall man with a bob standing near the window snap his head to you. He walked over and crossed his arms. "Oh, I was wondering when you'd wake up." he tilts his head to an almost unnatural degree as he continues.

"I thought I miscalculated for a second." You must have been giving him a look because he then adds on to his words. "I found you in the woods," He then straightened his posture and smiled?... You weren't really sure what to call it but you knew it was unsettling. Though, maybe it was his way of seeming friendly?

"I couldn't just leave you there to die alone. That would be cruel." To this, you just nodded. "Uhm, right. So like.... ughm..." you cover your mouth with your hand, muffling what you were gonna say. Which was nothing. What the hell would you even say?

"In any case, dinner is almost ready. I'll call you down when it is." The tall man then leaves. Leaving only you and his brother. He just stared at you as if waiting for you to do something. Like some sort of animal. You clear your throat. "Uh, can I hel-" you get cut off by him suddenly pulling up a porcelain doll from god knows where and shoving it right in your face.

"HEY SO YOU WANNA LOOK AT MY DOLL COLLECTION WITH ME?" His sudden change in volume caught you off guard and made you fall back a bit. "Um, no-"

It didn't matter, because now you find yourself in his room looking at all 70,456 dolls. Though you doubt that was the number. There was probably more but you've looked at so many that their faces blended together. Meanwhile the boy kept going on and on. He seems really into it and you had to admit, it was a bit endearing. Though thankfully Luther called you both down for dinner.

When everyone was seated, you just sat there sticking out like a sore thumb. It was a little awkward and the "food" that was served was... questionable but edible. You weren't gonna complain.

After dinner, everyone kind of did their own thing but you decided to help him with the dishes. As you washed the dishes and he dried them, you couldn't help but be fascinated with him. So of course you speak up. "So uhm... you thought I was homeless?" This made Luther pause and look at you. "Are you not?"

"Well, not.... really? I mean, yes technically I did all the stuff so no I don't live in that place anymore and don't currently have a place to live because I was kinda betting I'd be a drifter... uhm, yeah." you feel yourself get a bit red from the explanation you gave. Damn you guess you're homeless.

You sigh and shake your head dismissively. "Agh, but that doesn't matter." you hand the last plate to him and for a brief moment, both your hands touch. It felt strange, but in a good way. Like a electric spark coursed through you both. So you couldn't help but get a little flushed.

"Ah, sorry-" The both of you say at the same time. But then you kinda just pause and stare at each other. His unblinking eyes that were previously unnerving seemed kind of charming now. You would get more into detail about your new forming thoughts about him but the sounds of water overflowing caught your attention as you frantically turned the sink off and dealt with the issue.

Meanwhile Luther just watched you. From what you could see from your peripheral, he was just standing there stiffly. As if lost in his own thoughts. Though as quickly as you took note he snapped out of it and helped you out.

Oh, you could just tell.... these coming days with this family would be long but never boring. How fun.

[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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[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 ^_^