#Sebastian x Randal

[ngabrashvili]

He’s my sweet femboy)))

[mavrik]

Hooraaaay

[tepi-dmt]

Mis papás.

[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]

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.

[phrandallanton]

I use to color lines in my old art, tried doing it again. Kinda like it. Yes, I know his eyes aren't Sebastian eyes lol.

[irenic-seraphiine]

Coming around

✮⋆˙ pairing: None (kinda)

✮⋆˙ CW: none

A/n: This is like my first time writing a Drabble/fic since like 5th grade. I have Ranfren brainrot and I’m pretty sure I read every Ranfren x reader fic on tumblr so I gotta start making my own content now ig. This isn’t proof read.

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You don’t remember how long you’ve been here, this strange house in the wilderness of Canada. It’s been so long you’ve almost forgotten what your life was like before this. Before you were taken. Glimpses of a past life, one where you were a university student… or were you? Were you a retail worker or a baby sitter? Maybe you worked in the kitchen of a fast food joint? It’s all a blur now.

The old you was gone, mostly. You’ve gotten more docile, mostly due to fear of what they would do to you if you weren’t. They weren’t human. They were scary. Your old ways of fighting tooth and nail, screaming every time anyone even got near you, have been turned into soft smiles and comforting purrs every time someone pet you.

You accepted it over time. Being a pet, being his pet. He fed you, housed you, clothed you, and all he asked in return was for you to be a loyal pet. Eventually you were. Almost fitting in perfectly in barely small family. The other pets have gotten used to your presence. The ginger curly haired clown who looked only a couple years younger than you, at most, was still jumpy around you, but you don’t really blame him. The tall catman that doesn’t talk much has gotten used to you, while he once stared at you from across the room, he now takes comfort in having naps with you, your body’s almost always ending up a tangled mess by the time you both work up. Even the other mighty (and terrifying) catman who you’ve noticed took pleasure in hunting have gotten used to you. He wasn’t as mean as he used to, he still glared and occasionally verbally abused you but he now tolerates your presence. The hisses he used to give you have turned into quiet glances.

This wasn’t quite the life you imagined yourself to have, you’d thought you’d maybe be back home, working a. 9-5, and perhaps you are, in another universe. However in this one, you are a pet, a cat. A creature to be taken care of, loved, and honestly…

You wouldn’t have it any other way, now.

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[captainjoedy]

These Lesbians...

This isn't gay this is simply a one sided friendship

i know how this works no gay men would kiss like this unless one of them didn't like the other

[survvw]

And then they died

[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

[rare-konst]

My favorite canon ocs oooh I love them

@nuri4ever @chainsxww @niawhat @orangelovesyoumore @sall0

[sansuusilly]

top 9 ranseb moments

[mavrik]

I fuckin love them

[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.

[monayen]

Ouuu maybe something where Sebastian finally snaps ( ´ ▽ ` )

there is like no fics about him x reader!

Hungry | Sebastian

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

➷ CWs - Noncon, fingering, choking, breath play, rough, mental break, unsafe sex

a/n - sometimes it hits me that im writing freakiness with a character who has de tomato smith chicken legs in his name. yes i'm still writing... inbox open for any requests or ideas, i love to see them still :3 (oh and if you like charlie from smiling friends i have a fic uploaded on my ao3)

Sebastian doesn't know how long it's been since he's had a good meal. His stomach aches for something delicious, and he can feel how his body slightly trembles at the growing malnutrition.

He's gotten used to a lot of things since his “adoption”, but hunger isn't one of them. The mush Randal attempts to give is questionably edible (and probably not safe for the human body) and Luther believes a “sustainable” mixture of bland, flavorless ingredients is enough to satiate.

The pressure in his head can also be accredited to Randal’s voice. He's lost track of what he's rambling about today. Something about ghosts, he deduces, and he much prefers not to listen. He just wants to go to sleep, he really does, but his throat itches and he's reminded that Randal has neglected once again to refill his water bowl. 

“Can I, uh, get some water?” Sebastian asks, interrupting the trainwreck-train of thought spewing out of Randal’s mouth. “I thought you got water like three days ago! You thirsty boy.” Randal cocks his head to the side and Sebastian can only sigh in response.

“I need it every day. Food and water every day.” It's fruitless to try to get him to remember, but his lightheadedness is getting worse, and he just wants to be properly taken care of. 

Randal shrugs, turning his focus to one of his dolls, tugging at the flimsy cloth arm before it completely rips off. A dark, small thing crawls out of the fluff, and immediately scampers into a vent in Randal’s room. He doesn't note it and tosses the torn doll to a shadowy corner in his room, probably not to be seen again.

“Eh, go ask someone else.”

Sebastian doesn't waste time to exit the room, already cycling to the next person who could actually listen to him. He grits, the ache growing in his stomach and head becoming almost unbearable. 

He just needs to find you, which… he doesn't actually know where you are. As much as he’s tried to understand this house, it's complicated and confusing. It brings him back to his thoughts of you. 

You're everything this house isn't.

You’ve been here longer than him, listed as one of Luther’s pets. However, you’ve seemed to actually gain some independence from that. Different from the adherents that are Nyen and Nyon, instead being more akin to a housemate. 

You also don't seem to have any of the… oddities that everyone else has. No crude whiskers or unblinking eyes. You’re allowed your own wardrobe, nothing like the frills and puffs he has to wear. It's almost taunting how pretty and kempt you are.

It’s actually a bit interesting how Luther could allow this, but he assumes you pull your own weight enough to be well fed and unbothered. Sebastian scoffs, how fortunate is that?

Both of you haven't actually interacted that much, and it only serves to add to that untouchable status he's framed around you.

You are in your own world, independent and capable of leaving. But you don't. You continue to stay and wander around the house without a care. While Sebastian is stuck as a poor entertainer at for a bizarre young man, scrambling for any chance of freedom.

Despite this, you don't actually torment him in any way that matters. His envy does run deep, but you're the closest thing to a saving grace right now. He knows the catmen don't really care, and Luther might just shoo him away like the nuisance he is.

Finally, after checking room after room, he spots you sitting on a vintage leather couch with an unmarked book resting on your lap that definitely would be hard to read with how dim the lights are. 

He hovers in the doorway, unsure how to start a conversation. His eyes also don't know where exactly to look, do you realize your skirt is riding up?

You beat him to say something, looking up at him through your lashes, “Hi Sebastian. Do you need something?”

You're as courteous as ever, offering a small smile that doesn't help at all to calm Sebastian’s nerves. 

“Do you have anything to eat?”

You set aside your book and give him a look he can't place. Now up and off your seat to get closer to him, he can see how your brows furrow and lips purse. Suddenly, soft hands grip at the side of his face, and he stammers reactively.

“God, you look terrible. You poor thing.” It comes out sickly sweet, the proximity only heightening the warmth spreading over his freckled face. 

“I–I know…” He sighs, not moving from your touch, “Please, can you just feed me?” 

It sounds pathetic, but at this point he's practically begging for something, anything from you. He relaxes when he hears you giggle, hands leaving his face. 

He sees you walk over to the nightstand drawer beside the couch, rummaging through it before pulling out… a stick of jerky and a juice-pouch, setting it on top in all it's glory.

It isn't much, but it's enough for Sebastian to practically salivate and let out a sound of relief. It could be stale for all he cares, as long as he can taste the added sugar and salt, he’s happy. He almost wants to jump into your arms and thank you.

“Ah, that's perfect–”

You cut him off, a smile planted on your face, “What are you going to do for it?” 

It catches Sebastian completely off guard, mouth agape, “What?” 

You don't falter at all, sitting on the couch as you stare at Sebastian’s shaking figure, “C’mon, you play with Randal all the time, don't you? How about we play something?” 

Sebastian doesn't know how to respond. He's tired, hungry, and growing frustrated. Your voice stays sweet and it provokes a realization, how stupid is it to think you of all people could give him some slack? You aren't any different than the rest of these weirdos, no matter how you hold yourself. 

His stomach growls on cue, and Sebastian can't seem to shake this feverish feeling anymore.

You notice the lack of a response, his face shaded by the dim lighting. Deciding to only poke him further, “...Unless, you aren't really that hungry.”

You don't realize how his fists ball on the side of him, teeth slightly gritting to push out his words, “Just give it.” 

A small laugh leaves your grinning mouth, teasing and like nails on a chalkboard to Sebastian’s ears, “Ooo,” You sing, “feisty!” 

Sebastian’s nostrils flare for a second, seemingly thinking something. He’s red, and his lips tremble ever so slightly. You stare intensely as he pauses and huffs before making his way towards the nightstand. 

“Another time.” He simply states, an unrecognizable irk coating his words. You don't allow this, grabbing his arm as he reaches out for the food.

“I said,” The same saccharine smile stays across your face, “what are you going to do for it?

A switch almost seems to flip in Sebastian’s brain. You don't get to comment on the deep redness that adorns his cheeks, before he suddenly grips you by your shoulders and pins you down on the couch.

Yelping, you trash against his grasp as he hovers over you. He's breathing heavily, his chest drumming up and down as you push your hands against it.

“W-wait!” Sebastian doesn't care about what you have to say. It's all stupid words, stupid words out of your pretty mouth. His head is still reeling, and he doesn't know where the strength to keep you down is coming from.

All he knows is that he's the one with control right now. Something he hasn't had for a long time.

“Stop moving!” He huffs, eyes wide as he grasps the bottom of your shirt and bra, flipping it up to expose you.

His movements are almost thoughtless, as if a ghost possessed him to cup your breast and snake fingers between your thighs. Thoughtless doesn't make it any less rough, and soon enough your bottom half is exposed too.

“Listen, Sebastian, you– you can just have it! I was only messing around!” You try to excuse yourself, but his hand remains groping at your body like you're the first soft thing he's had to hold in forever.  As if you're going to be ripped away from his hands at any second. 

His erection pokes at your pinned down hip, the fabric of his outfit practically straining him. “I don't listen to you.” Sebastian spits, nor loud or quiet. 

It's directly for you to hear.

More words sprew from his mouth. “You think you can just taunt me? Mess with me? Like everyone else?” They come out faster than you can respond, jaw hanging open to croak out any excuse. 

“Shut up, I don't wanna hear it.” He suddenly moves and flips you over onto your stomach, head pressed down onto the aged leather of the couch, hands forced behind your back.

“I need this.” Those words are whispered to himself, low and dark. If you could look at him directly in the face, you’d see the cloudy look overcasting his eyes, the sweat that builds on his forehead, and the furrow of his brows as he looks at your figure. The dim room isn't enough to hide you.

All you can see is leather and flipped strands of hair in your vision. Instead you can only focus on the sound of his deep, shaky breath. Along with the sound of him shuffling to remove his own clothes. He moves on top of you, lanky body pressing against your behind, practically caging you. So close that it's hard to thrash around. And even if you could, you'd only be pushing up against him more.

You gasp when he puts his skinny fingers between your thighs, spreading you apart with a swift motion. Sebastian doesn't waste any time in pushing his fingers inside of you, hunched over as he continues to whisper to himself.

The pounding of your heart is loud in your own ears, you're sure he can hear how it patters against the couch more when he decides to curl his fingers. You whine, almost unintentionally arching at how good it shouldn't feel. But it does, and he knows because he lets out a laugh, “You like this?” It sounds both mocking and genuine.

The leather muffles you, but you manage to moan out a “No–” to which Sebastian seethes at. He leans into your ear, fingers still pumping into your heat. “Don’t lie. You– you wouldn't be this wet if you didn't.” 

You’re unsure if Sebastian is trying to convince himself or you. The slight waver in his voice pairs with the hastiness of his fingers, itching to draw out more moans from your mouth. It’s impossible to ignore the several digits Sebastian pumps into you, him noticing how your thighs begin to quake and muscles tighten around his fingers. As quickly you're brought to the edge, Sebastian retracts. You whine at the now empty sensation, practically huffing like a brat. You don't even realize. Now his hand grips at your side of your hips, your own wetness uncomfortable on your skin. 

“Maybe you’ll like this more.” Sebastian whispers, prodding at your entrance with this length. It’s hard to speak with how he continues to push your head down into the cushion, though any denial would fall on deaf ears even if you could. He slips in too easily, practically bottoming out the second your tightness wraps around him.

Sebastian is all too loud, words and moans mixing into pure nonsense. You wonder why nobody has heard anything yet. The door isn’t even locked. He doesn't care at all it seems, too engrossed in the feeling inside you to even consider the consequences of being caught. 

Sebastian’s hand on the back of your head releases, and you think maybe he’ll let you turn. Maybe you’ll actually be able to scream properly for Luther with air properly filling your lungs and mouth not pressed against leather. He isn’t slowing down at all though, his hips snapping roughly against your ass. A hand snakes around the back of your throat and squeezes, your heart dropping at the growing pressure on your windpipes. 

Sebastian's grip on your throat tightens, the need to claim something, anything, overtaking him. He's spent. He's so close, and he's not about to stop now. He's on the brink, and the feeling of you tightening around him, the way you're almost helpless under him, only serves to push him further.

You can't breathe, your eyes widening frantically, and the only thing you can manage to do is grip the couch. The lack of air is making your vision blur as Sebastian continues to thrust into you, not seeming to notice or care. Your mind begins to swim, the dim room now spinning in your vision.

It's a terrifyingly intense sensation, being so close to the edge yet being choked, the mix of pleasure and pain leaving you feeling dizzy. Your body betrays you, arching and pulsating at the rapid thrusts. Croaking out whatever air left in your lungs, you come with a shudder, your muscles gripping Sebastian’s cock as he continues to pound into you.

Sebastian follows with a guttural moan, thrusts becoming more erratic as he reaches his own climax, shooting into you. The hand around your throat tightens momentarily, before finally releasing, sending you gasping for air. He practically collapses on top of you, his own breath heavy. 

He still holds you against the couch, though you wouldn't have the strength to move him to begin with. You feel the shuffle of him getting off on top of you, finally pulling out with a small groan and letting you at least get onto your side. He now lays beside you, body wrapped over yours. The couch barely fits you both, all you can feel is the heat of both your bodies and the sensation of wetness dripping between your thighs. 

Sebastian nuzzles against you like a baby. He looks exhausted, eyes shut and brows furrowed. You look to find any empathy—any guilt. It isn't there. If anything, he looks content. As if you both will stay like this forever. 

“You're right.” He murmurs, a soft rasp in his voice you aren't used to. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

[advisorykitty]

luther x solitary animalperson reader that lives in the woods pls........could be platonic or romantic doesnt matter....teehee......

Falling head over heels

ˡᵘᵗʰᵉʳ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

The woods were your sanctuary—deep, quiet, and far from the unpredictable chaos of other beings. You weren’t exactly fond of crowds, especially the human variety, but you tolerated the occasional drifters. After all, even Robert, the ratman, had wandered through once, starving. You’d shared food with him. You didn’t hate him like the others did. But still, people were best kept at a distance.

Today, however, you weren’t exactly alone.

Luther, with his unnatural gait and emotionless face, was strolling through the forest again. He was hard to pin down—he seemed human at first glance, but something about him didn’t quite fit. You’d heard the rumors about him: supposedly Randal’s brother, caretaker of a bunch of weird creatures, and someone who had been bitten by a dog-man and turned into something… else. Luther was a bit of a legend, even out here in the woods.

You couldn’t help yourself. Curiosity got the better of you, and now you were stalking him. Well, sort of. More like observing from a distance.

With a soft huff, you perched yourself high in a tree, your tail flicking idly behind you. From up here, you could see everything. Luther was ambling around below, hands clasped behind his back, occasionally looking up at the trees. You tensed every time he glanced in your direction, praying he hadn’t spotted you.

For the most part, Luther seemed preoccupied. He muttered softly to himself in German every now and then—something about water, or sleep, or how he still needed to decorate his house for Christmas despite it being the middle of the year.

Weird guy.

You leaned back against the sturdy branch and watched him silently. This wasn’t the first time you’d stalked someone through the woods, but Luther was a whole new challenge. There was something about him that was unnervingly calm. Even when a branch cracked under his foot or when he accidentally startled a squirrel, his face remained completely neutral. No panic, no anger—nothing.

Just… blank.

You grinned to yourself.

Freaky.

But you weren’t about to let him know you were there. You were good at this—blending in with the trees, keeping your breathing quiet, your movements subtle. Not even Nyen, that arrogant catman with his sharp eyes and big mouth, could catch you half the time.

Well, except for that one time you got into a fight with him. You were perched up in a tree, minding your own business, when Nyen had decided to climb up after you. It didn’t take long for you two to start throwing insults and punches—he thought he was so tough. You’d almost knocked him out of the tree, but in the end, you both landed on the ground, hissing and growling like a couple of alley cats.

You smirked at the memory. Idiot.

But Luther? He was different. You couldn’t quite figure him out. And for some reason, that made you want to keep watching him.

Unfortunately, the tree had other plans.

The branch beneath you groaned softly, and before you could react, it gave way completely. You plummeted toward the ground, but years of surviving in the woods had honed your reflexes. You twisted in the air, landing on all fours with a soft thud, your limbs bending gracefully under the impact.

You straightened up, dusting yourself off, and silently prayed that Luther hadn’t seen—

“Ah, guten Tag.” His voice was gentle, like he wasn’t at all surprised to see you drop out of the sky. “Falling from trees now, are we?”

You froze, mid-brush, as Luther’s blank face turned toward you. His expression didn’t change—he didn’t smile, didn’t frown. Just stared at you like he’d been expecting this the whole time.

Your ears twitched in annoyance. “Wasn’t falling,” you muttered. “It was… a tactical descent.”

Luther blinked once, slowly. “Right. Of course. A tactical descent. How silly of me to assume otherwise.”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks, though you weren’t sure why. You’d faced down worse than this—a handful of hunters, an angry Nyen (on multiple occasions)—but something about Luther’s calm, flat response made you feel like an absolute idiot.

“Whatever,” you grumbled, turning your back to him. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”

“Walking,” Luther said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He glanced down at his arm, flexing it a little. “Making sure I’m not... bitten again.”

“Again?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

He nodded, as though this was a normal part of his life. “Yes. Last time I was out here, a dog-man bit me. Very unpleasant. I’ve been… cautious, ever since.”

A low chuckle escaped you. “What, you scared of a dog now?”

Luther’s head tilted ever so slightly, and he looked at you with what might’ve been confusion. “Not scared. Just… aware. Dogs are unpredictable. Much like you.”

You bristled slightly. “I’m not unpredictable.”

Luther shrugged, a weirdly smooth motion for someone who otherwise moved like a mannequin. “Of course not. You just fall out of trees on purpose, ja?”

You scowled, your tail flicking in irritation. “It was the branch, okay?”

Luther nodded, though his expression didn’t change. “Naturally.” He paused for a moment, looking around at the trees, and then added, “You don’t happen to know any... rats, do you?”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “Maybe. Why?”

“Ah,” he said, his voice softening slightly, “no reason. Just... dislike them. Especially a certain one.” He rubbed his arm again. “He’s been around here before, hasn’t he?”

You gave a noncommittal grunt. “Maybe once.”

Luther sighed, though it sounded more like an imitation of a sigh than anything real. “Good. Keep him away from me, if you can. I’d rather not have to clean up after another... rat problem.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Don’t like cleaning up after rodents, huh? What a shame. Thought you were the housekeeper type.”

He blinked again, this time with a slight twitch of his head. “I prefer cleaning after... cats. Less disease. More fur.”

Freaky, you thought again, but there was something amusing about him. Something weirdly... endearing?

“So, uh, you do this often?” you asked, trying to sound casual. “Walking around the woods, being all… creepy?”

Luther gave a slow, deliberate nod. “I find it... peaceful. Besides,” he added, glancing up at the trees, “you never know when someone might... fall.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at him half-heartedly. “Very funny.”

But Luther just stood there, staring at you with that same emotionless expression. It was like trying to talk to a robot. A creepy, German-speaking robot that occasionally babysat murderers.

For a second, you wondered if he had any idea how weird he was. Probably not.

“Well,” you said, breaking the awkward silence, “I’ll be going now. Before another branch decides to... ‘betray’ me.”

Luther nodded once more, almost mechanically. “Good idea. Stay safe. And... avoid the dogs.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a quick nod before turning and darting back into the woods. You scaled the nearest tree with ease, vanishing into the canopy once again.

From your new perch, you watched as Luther continued his slow, deliberate walk through the forest. He didn’t seem bothered by your presence—or your abrupt departure.

Weird as he was, you couldn’t deny it was kind of... nice to run into someone who wasn’t constantly trying to kill you.

Though you weren’t about to make a habit of falling out of trees.

----

Two weeks had passed since your last, uh, tactical descent in front of Luther.

And what better way to commemorate the occasion than to stalk him and his whole damn family on their weird camping trip? You’d spotted them earlier this morning while wandering the forest—Luther, of course, with his stiff, emotionless expression, and his entourage of freaks.

The moment you saw Nyen, you’d hissed under your breath, your ears twitching with irritation. That damn catman had nearly clawed your eyes out during your last fight, and you weren’t about to let him off the hook for it.

Perched high in a tree again (because why the hell not?), you watched the group set up camp. It wasn’t exactly the most well-organized event you’d ever seen—Randal was doing some weird contortionist shit, folding himself into a ball while holding one of his creepy-ass dolls. Nyon, the other catman, was sitting cross-legged by the campfire, reading a some russian novel like a pretentious nerd. And Nyen? He was being his usual douchebag self, chopping wood like he was auditioning for a lumberjack competition.

Luther was, as usual, overseeing everything with that same deadpan expression, occasionally muttering something in German to his “family.”

You squinted down at them, feeling a mixture of amusement and disgust. “What a freakshow,” you muttered to yourself, adjusting your position on the branch. “And why the hell am I up here again?”

Then you remembered: Nyen. That stupid, cocky catman. You couldn’t stand him. Every time you even thought about his dumb face, wearing that NEVADA shirt he was so proud of, it made your claws twitch. You had half a mind to drop down from this tree and knock his block off.

But not yet. You wanted to see how this played out first. Besides, Luther was speaking again.

“Sebastian,” Luther called, his voice calm but firm. The guy was sitting near the edge of the camp, fiddling with something in his hands. “Did you refill the water? Or are we going to... die of thirst out here?”

Sebastian looked up, eyes wide and a little panicked. “Uh... no. Not yet.”

Luther sighed softly, but there was no real disappointment in his tone. “Mach das bitte. We need water.”

Sebastian scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over a log in his hurry to get to the nearby river. You watched him go, feeling a bit sorry for the guy. Out of everyone here, Sebastian seemed like the only one who wasn’t completely unhinged.

Randal, on the other hand, had started balancing one of his dolls on his head while humming to himself. The creepy bastard hadn’t stopped smiling since they arrived.

You rolled your eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with these people?”

And then, because the universe apparently loved to fuck with you, the branch beneath you cracked.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, scrambling to grab hold of something, anything. But just like before, the damn thing gave way, and you went plummeting toward the ground.

At least this time you were sort of prepared. You twisted mid-air, managing to land on your feet with a lot more grace than last time. Still, you couldn’t help the string of curses that flew from your mouth as you straightened up.

“Goddamn trees,” you growled, brushing off the dirt from your pants. “Fucking branches can’t be trusted.”

Of course, the entire camp had seen you fall. Again.

“Well, well, look who decided to drop in,” Nyen sneered, his stupid, smug face grinning at you like he’d just won a fucking prize. “Didn’t think we’d be graced with your presence so soon, tree climber.”

You shot him a glare, baring your teeth. “Shut the hell up, Nyen, before I knock that dumb shirt off your back.”

“Ohoho, big talk for someone who can’t stay in a tree for more than five minutes.”

Before you could lunge at him and make good on your threat, Luther stepped between the two of you, his calm, flat voice cutting through the tension. “Nyen,” he said, “enough.”

Nyen backed off, though he was still smirking like a jackass. You hated him so much.

Luther turned to you, his expression still neutral. “Fallen again, I see.”

You crossed your arms, scowling. “Yeah, yeah. The fucking branch broke.”

Luther nodded slowly, as if he’d heard this excuse a hundred times before. “Of course. The branch.”

You glared at him, but Luther, as usual, was unphased. He simply turned back to his family, clapping his hands twice. “Alright, everyone. Let’s focus. We’re here to enjoy the nature. No more fighting.”

Randal grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I don’t mind a little fighting. Keeps things interesting. I like it when things try to kill us”

“Not today,” Luther replied firmly, his gaze shifting to Nyen. “We’re here to relax." He then shifted to Randal "Bad boys go to the closet, remember?”

Nyen grumbled under his breath but didn’t argue. Probably because he knew Luther would have his ass if he did.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Why the hell are you even out here? This forest is my territory.”

Luther glanced at you, his expression unreadable. “We needed a change of scenery. And fresh air. Plus,” he added, you are always here, so I assumed you wouldn’t mind the company.”

You stared at him, blinking in surprise. He assumed you wouldn’t mind? Did he not realize you avoided people for a reason?

“I mind,” you said flatly. “A lot.”

Luther just shrugged. “Too bad. We’re here now. Might as well make the best of it.”

You huffed, looking around the camp. Nyon was still reading his book, completely ignoring the chaos around him. Sebastian had returned with a couple of water jugs, looking exhausted and more than a little nervous. Randal was playing with his dolls again, muttering something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch.

And Nyen? He was glaring at you from across the campfire, his eyes narrowed like he was sizing you up for another fight.

You sneered at him. “What? You want round two, asshole?”

Nyen smirked. “Anytime, tree climber.”

Luther sighed, rubbing his temples. “Why can we not be civil?" "We’re supposed to be... bonding.”

You snorted. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

Randal suddenly looked up, his eyes wide and filled with excitement. “Oooh, we should go hiking! Or climbing! It’ll be like the time we went climbing with Luther, remember? Except, you know, without all the falling.”

Your eye twitched. Fucking Randal.

Nyen laughed, his stupid grin widening. “Yeah, maybe you can show us how not to fall out of trees, tree climber.”

That was it. You were about to leap across the fire and tackle him when Luther’s calm, even voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t.”

You froze, glaring at Luther. “But—”

“Nein.” He shook his head slowly. “We’re not doing this. Not today.”

You growled under your breath, but reluctantly backed off, knowing full well that Luther could—and would—send Nyen and Nyon after you.

“Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms again. “But I’m not stay if that asshole’s gonna be here.”

Luther just nodded, as if that was perfectly reasonable. “Stay if you want. Leave if you want. It is your choice.”

You scowled at him, but he didn’t react. He never reacted.

Staring at the weird bunch gathered around the fire, you let out a long, frustrated sigh. Maybe staying wouldn’t be so bad. At the very least, you could keep an eye on Nyen. And if he stepped out of line, well...

You’d be ready.

---

Night had finally settled over the camp. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows over the bizarre assortment of people who, for whatever reason, had decided to call this forest their temporary home. Randal was snuggled up in his coffin (because of course he was), Nyon and Nyen were curled up nearby, both of them eerily still as they slept. Even Sebastian, poor nervous Sebastian, had managed to pass out in a tangled mess of blankets. And Luther? Well, Luther was standing watch like the weird, emotionless sentinel he was, occasionally muttering things in German to himself.

You had to admit, the sight was kind of peaceful... but also incredibly annoying. You hadn’t come to this forest to deal with this madness. You lived here, for crying out loud. You weren’t about to let these freaks make themselves at home without at least trying to maintain some distance.

Which was why you’d climbed up a tree. Again.

Perched high in the branches, you glared down at the camp below, your arms crossed over your chest. "I'm not that fat," you muttered to yourself, shifting to get more comfortable on the branch. "I shouldn’t have fallen last time. Stupid tree."

You’d been watching them for hours, waiting for some sign of movement, something that would give you a reason to swoop down and scare the crap out of Nyen. But so far, everyone seemed dead to the world—well, except for Luther, who probably didn’t even need to sleep like a normal person.

Feeling a little more confident, you leaned forward slightly to get a better view of Luther standing near the fire. You knew he could probably sense you up here, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Just keep watching. Don’t fall this time. No need for more embarrassment.

But, because the universe had it out for you, you shifted your weight just a little too far. The branch beneath you let out a soft creak, then a loud CRACK.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you whispered in horror as gravity took hold.

And down you went.

Again.

Except this time, instead of landing gracefully like before, you smacked every branch on the way down like a goddamn pinball, leaves and twigs flying everywhere.

“SHIT! DAMN IT—FUCK—”

You finally crashed to the ground with a thud, flat on your back, the wind knocked out of you.

You blinked open your eyes after your second painful tumble from the tree, chest heaving from the fall. Everything hurt, from your bruised ribs to your dignity.

And then, you saw him.

Luther was standing directly over you, his face just a little too close, his head tilted at that unnatural angle, his wide eyes blank and unblinking. His emotionless expression remained as it always did—flat, robotic—but he loomed over you like some kind of eerie statue.

You gasped, jerking back with a start. “Jesus fucking—gosh!”

“Guten Abend,” he said in his usual monotone, his voice low but somehow managing to be both deadpan and unsettlingly calm. "You fell again."

Your heart was racing, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe. He was standing right there, like he had teleported into your nightmares, but you knew he didn't move that way. He was just… Luther.

“Could you not do that?” you snapped, pushing yourself back a little further away from him, still trying to regain your composure. "I swear, you just—what the hell is wrong with you?!"

“I heard a noise,” he replied, his voice devoid of inflection. “I checked on the noise.”

His face remained blank, expressionless as always, but his eyes were fixed on you, unblinking. It was like staring into the face of a mannequin that had somehow come to life—or almost alive. He was trying, you could tell, but there was no warmth in his gaze, no real understanding of why you might have a heart attack just from waking up to him looming like a creep.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled, sitting up and rubbing the back of your head. “Just… give me a second before you start hovering over me like some kind of stalker. Ever heard of personal space?”

Luther blinked—finally—and took a step back, his gaze still locked on you. “I thought you might be injured. But you are not.”

“Well, thanks for that stunning diagnosis, Dr. Creepy,” you shot back, still a bit shaken by how close he'd been.

“I’m not a doctor,” he responded, almost as if that were a genuine clarification. “But you should rest anyway. You fall often.”

You gave him a flat look. “You know, you don’t have to say it like that.”

“I am sorry,” Luther said, though his voice didn’t sound sorry at all. It was the same empty tone, like he was just saying the words because he’d read them in some manual on how to be a human being. He straightened, his towering figure no less unsettling as he looked down at you, his hands loosely clasped behind his back. “Do you require assistance?”

“No,” you huffed, waving him off. “I’m fine. Just… go back to whatever the hell you were doing. I don’t need you standing there like the Grim Reaper every time I screw up.”

“I do not reap,” he said, matter-of-factly, staring at you in that unnerving, dead-eyed way that made your skin crawl.

You groaned and scrambled to your feet. “You’re impossible.”

Luther stood there, unmoving, his head slightly tilted as if he were trying to process your frustration but failing completely. Then, without a word, he turned and walked back to the campfire, his movements unnaturally fluid, like he didn’t have bones, only the memory of how humans should move.

As you dusted yourself off and tried to calm down, you grumbled to yourself, “I’m not this fucking fat. It’s definitely the trees.”

From the campfire, Luther’s voice floated back, calm and emotionless as ever. “It could be the trees. Or your weight.”

You clenched your fists. “I hate you.”

“Guten Nacht,” Luther said, sitting back down, utterly unbothered.

You glared at his back, heart still racing from the scare, and muttered under your breath, "I really hate this family."

(P.s Nana and kitty are relaxing in the tent like the girl bosses they are!)