#leave randal alone

[chibichibsterss]

What's it with some people in the ranfren fandom being kiddy diddlers or wanting to diddle kids pls gtfo Randal would NOT want you hes a teenager who thinks crawling on all fours is fun leave him alone

[princema-k]

i finished in time..!!!!!

this is my @plgiftexchange entry for @zillasafe !!

merry (VERY BELATED) christmas, happy holidays, and a happy new year to you!!!! i hope you enjoy the gift~

[kittiestcarpet]

^⁠ω⁠^

[moonamite]

Ehehehe

[randalcel]

Me on Twitter: wow i hope i do Not see a naked fictional character who is under legal age

That one Twitter artist that keeps drawing Randal as a hot anime boy and in curtain situations : 🙂

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"We'd be delighted to," June smiled warmly, brightening at the offer: She and Wilhelm had enjoyed a very nice, leisurely dinner that evening, but were rather disappointed to see that most of what the theater had to offer was either sold out or didn't much appeal to the two of them, hence their decision to head on home after their walk. Thus, a night in, spent watching a movie with their boy and his new sweetheart, was a pleasant change of pace to them.

"I don't suppose you've ever taken part in an actual Saint Patrick's Day celebration, lass," Wilhelm was saying, as he and June settled down in their respective seats, while Randall took a seat on the sofa, beginning to flip through the guide in search of what was coming up. "Contrary to what most folks around here will tell you, it's not all leprechauns and green rivers-the way my folks and I used to celebrate it back home in Ireland is very different to how it's done here, and if you'd be up for it, I'd be honored to share it with you."

At this, Randall smiled to Emily, a surge of excitement seizing him: It was clear as day that the Pace's were taking very kindly to her presence, and so Wilhelm's offer to involve her in their annual Saint Patrick's Day celebrations spoke volumes to that fondness. He hoped she'd take him up on the offer-it'd certainly make for an interesting way to spend her birthday!

[hikaaa-bi]

yeah i don't dislike any of the characters listed here, are we surprised?

Uh I made a thing :3

[wcnderlnds]

bucket hats & trench coats | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: peter ralph gets caught up in the westview incident

・❥・word count: 2.1k

・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, agatha all along spoilers kinda, swearing.

・❥・ authors note: this is pure filth im so sorry. also bless @jazz-berry for getting caps of our boy that i just had to use for this 💕

The click clack of fingers zooming across a keyboard was the only sound that rang out through the room. Peter’s eyes were solely fixed on the computer screen as he typed up his newest Reddit post. Ever since the events of Westview had happened and his mind was his own, he was determined to spread the truth of what had really happened. He was the hero Westview needed. Thing was, nobody really cared to listen to his ramblings about Wanda and Agatha and how he’d been manipulated by both.

Apart from you. Everything Peter had experienced, you had, too. The hex had taken you both under control. The only difference was that had only been under Wanda’s control and not hers and Agatha’s like Peter had been. It had taken a real toll on him. He was still himself but he was… paranoid, guarded like he couldn’t trust anyone.

“Holy shitballs, dude,” he spun around in his chair to face you who was sprawled out on the couch with a book in your hand. At the sound of his voice, you peered over at him, a brow raised in question. “Some kid wants to meet up to talk about the whole Westview shit. We gotta go meet him, babe. He wants to know all about Agatha and Wanda and the freaky crap that went down.”

As you looked at Peter, you couldn’t help but frown. He was still as handsome as ever but his face was now adorned with a beard, the lines and bags around his eyes more prominent than ever. His hair was an unruly mess of half silver, half brown. He’d dyed it to try and hide himself but had never kept up with it so now the roots of his curls were a shocking silver that mismatched the brown. His eyes that once held so much joy, so much fun were now full of fear and vulnerability.

“Okay, if that’s what you want to do then, yeah,” you nod.

That’s how you ended up in a parking lot the next evening. Peter looked ridiculous stood beside you in a long trench coat and a bucket hat. Although, maybe in a weird sort of way it was a look. Or maybe you were just so desperate for your boyfriends touch that you were finding anything about him attractive now. Intimacy had come to a complete halt after everything that happened. He spent most of his time on Reddit trying to spread his story. The whole thing had really put a strain on your relationship but you loved this man and there was no way you were leaving him when he needed you the most. So what if you had to touch yourself most nights just for some relief. If that’s the way it had to be then fine.

“You look ridiculous,” you hissed at him, shaking your head. “Do you really need all of this?”

“It’s a disguise, duh! Can’t have him recognising me, can I? That’s why I’m going by Ralph… I mean, Randal — whatever fake name that police dude gave me. What’s up with you anyway? You’re crabby,” he took a sideways glance at you before glancing down at his watch.

“Nothing.” It was a mumble, hands stuffed into the jacket of Peter’s you were wearing. As he was about to speak again - or, more accurately, call you out - a car pulled into the lot. This was it. “Just be careful, okay?”

Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. His beard tickling your face, the sensation only increasing those impure thoughts of wondering what it’d feel like somewhere else, somewhere lower. Peter nodded, giving your hand a squeeze before you jogged off back to the car. This was his thing. It was something he needed to do alone so you made yourself comfy in the backseat of the car, pulling up a game on your phone to pass the time.

It felt like too much time had passed since you left your boyfriend to his meet up so with concern, you got out of the car. Peter was walking around in circles, alone, mumbling to himself. Walking over to him, you approached cautiously. “Peter?”

“I forgot to tell him so much. Damn, I’m an idiot. Do you think he’d meet up again? I need to tell him about the rabbit and….” You cut him off by taking his hand in yours.

“I think you need to relax. This isn’t good for you.”

“It’s the only thing I can think about. It’s the only thing going through my head at any given point. All I can think about is the awful things those… witches… made me do.”

At the word witches, you cut in with “bitches” causing the tiniest of smiles to creep onto his face. You had missed his smile. It was one of the most beautiful things on the planet and you’d do anything to see it again.

“I know, baby. But… you’re letting this consume you and… it’s driving us apart. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my Peter. I miss joking around, going on dates, you stealing stuff for me, being intimate with each other. Do you not realise how long it’s been since we had sex?” You sighed, playing with the fingers on his hand.

“…fuck,” he let out a sigh of his own, the realisation hitting him. Hard. How the heck could he forget about the most important person in his life? No, he wasn’t having that. He had to make it up to you and quick - luckily that just so happened to be his speciality. His hands slid down your sides, finding your hips and pulling you into him. “I’m sorry. I’ve been the worst fucking boyfriend. Let me make it up to you?”

Everything that happened next was a blur. Before you knew it, you were laid on the backseat of the car, legs spread wide with Peter between them. You had no idea where your panties were — Peter had pulled them off in a frenzy. His tongue teased along your folds elicting the most precious sounds he’d ever heard from you. Every brush of his tongue drove you wilder and wilder. His beard rubbing against your thighs only adding to the growing desire in the pit of your stomach. His lips sucked on your sensitive bud causing you to whimper, hands flying to his hair until you realised he had the stupid goddamn bucket hat on still.

“Peter,” you breathed out.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” His tongue swirled around your clit, completely oblivious to how annoyed you were.

“Peter!” This time he looked up at you from between your legs. “Take the stupid fucking hat off.”

“You mean it’s not doing it for you? Thought bucket hats were all the rage,” he snickered but he took it off, tossing it into the front of the car then dove back in like a man starved. The long, broad stripes of his tongue sliding through your pussy was like ecstasy. God, you had missed this. When you felt him prodding at your entrance, your hands once again flew to his hair this time tangling in it successfully as his tongue dove into you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue explored your plush walls. Peter could do this all day. Your moans were like music to his ears, the taste of you the best thing he’d ever have on his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against you, his tongue making its way back to your clit. “Gonna come for me, pretty girl? Gonna let me make it up to you?” Between the kitten licks and the sound of him sucking up your juices, you were sure you were about to see heaven but then the little shit thrusted two fingers inside you. Your body arched as he pumped them at a rapid pace. The stimulation of his tongue and fingers was too much for you to handle and you came. Peter lapped at you, his fingers not letting up as he rode you through your orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from you. A shit eating smirk - one reminiscent of the old Peter - was plastered on his face when his eyes met yours. Seeing your release over his lips was enough to almost trigger another orgasm. It really had been so fucking long. “Not done yet.”

Through the dimly lit windows you could see him, rubbing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you leaned forward, one hand reaching out to pop the button and pull down the zipper. With his help, you pulled down his jeans and boxers enough to free him. You reached out, stroking his cock, the pearly beads of pre-cum leaking from him. With your thumb, you spread it around his tip, causing a groan to pass his lips.

“Damn, babe, keep that up and I’m gonna shoot a load on you in two seconds.” He pushed your hand off him. “Need to fuck you now. Need to fuck you real good to make up for the last year.” He pumped himself a few times, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Trench coat on or off?”

You contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it, keep it on. Makes you look like a mysterious hot grandpa.”

“Grandpa?! You little brat.”

That was all you heard before he pushed his cock into your tight walls. He bottomed out in one thrust, filling you to the hilt. God, it felt so good to feel him inside you again. Instantly, he began thrusting into you at a rough pace, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your boyfriend was fucking you within an inch of your life again. Finally.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. Don’t think I haven’t heard you touching yourself every night,” he grunted, pulling out and pushing back in with force. Each thrust rougher than the next — all his pent up frustrations finally having a form of release. “Thinkin’ about me when you were playing with this pussy, huh?”

“Yes, Peter,” you mewled. Your hips bucked wildly against his trying to match his pace but it was no use. He was definitely using his mutation with the way he was pounding into you, your body moving along the seat with every thrust.

“Ain’t gotta do that no more. Gonna fuck you like this every night now,” he lifted your legs over his shoulders to hit even deeper inside you. “So damn tight.”

Hands gripped his forearms as he rutted into you like an animal in heat. Sweat was forming on his forehead, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on bringing you as much pleasure as he could. His eyes focused on the way your tits bounced under your shirt, roaming lower as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. Fingers found your clit and you felt the vibrations rumbling through him, causing you to almost scream out. It was too much. Way too much.

“Peter! Ooooh. Can’t -,” you cried out. Before you could even register what was happening, your walls tightened around him, body arching into his as you came. Peter didn’t let up, thrusting into you with a frenzied speed and muttering dirty ramblings as he chased his own high.

“I’m gonna - fuuuuck,” his thrusts grew sloppy and before he knew it he was spilling his load into you, white hot spurts of cum coating your walls. Your legs fell from his shoulders as the two of you collapsed into each other in a sweaty heap.

The silence was almost deafening. The only sounds were your breaths as you both tried to remember how to breathe properly. The windows of the car had steamed up which caused you to giggle. Of all places you thought this would happen it definitely wasn’t in the car. Peter couldn’t help but laugh too. “You good?”

“Great,” you assured him. “Might not be able to walk but damn, Maximoff. I forgot how good you were.”

He scratched the top of his head, feeling every single bit of remorse for letting things get this bad. “Sorry about that, babe. That’s on me. I just got caught up in this Westview thing that… I neglected you but swear down I’m gonna keep making it up to you. Never meant for it to come between us.”

“I know,” you cupped his cheek. “Do me a favour, though?”

“Anything.”

“Keep the beard.”

tag list (ask to be added!): @juliamaximoff @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @xmidnight-rain @honeymoon8

[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.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Everyone knew Randall was an asshole from the get-go. Loud-mouthed, aggressive, and does not play well with others.

・He rubbed people the wrong way, his defense was up 24/7. The dude was a pure menace.

・But everyone reacts differently to this town. There were so many questions and hardly any questions. Could an individual's personality be turned up? Maybe.

・So you decided to give him a chance.

・Knocking on the bus' door, a shout came from inside ("Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming!")

・Swinging it open, he looked at you expectantly. It made your confidence waver.

"I ugh, I thought maybe I could show you around town? Ya know, since you've been in the bus for so long."

"Ugh, maybe another time..."

"Oh, okay," you couldn't lie - rejection still hurt, even in this purgatory of a town.

As you turned away, you heard Randall's voice.

"But um, maybe tomorrow?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you nodded.

・It took a while for him to warm up to you.

・And when you kissed for the first time; it freaKED HIM OUT.

・He emotionally pushed you away. Afraid of his feelings, of opening up, of caring and then having it all ripped away.

・But after two weeks, your feelings solidified for each other. And it was all because a monster nearly killed you.

・Randall's feelings came at him full blast once he realised you could have died. And if you have ever seen a protective boyfriend ... no you haven't. Not until Randall.

・He was by your bedside - even after you had fully healed. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, you do care-" you said playfully one morning. And Randall had a tear in his eye.

"You don't understand..." He said, quickly wiping it away, "I don't understand this place, fucked if I know how or when we'll go home. But ... you're mine now."

・His nicknames for you started out as your last name, and then he chose your eye colour. But after your relationship was officially he started calling you, 'babe', and mockingly: 'sweetpea,' 'honey buns.'

・Likes sharing his clothes with you (but NO ONE ELSE. Seriously.)

・You definitely do not call him Randall, when you do it makes him think he's in trouble.

・So you call him the most randomest, sickly-sweet nicknames; just trying to make him blush. He usually just rolls his eyes.

・He moved out of the bus and into the room you'd been staying in.

・Since the bar no longer had a shop keep, the two of you kind of took it over.

・Even if either of you don't like to drink alcohol, you somehow brighten up the place and people feel more welcome.

・Always kisses you goodmorning and goodnight. (He stays awake all night, checking and rechecking the monsters can't get in (they can't) but the thought of being caught asleep next to you, completely defenceless causes so much anxiety for him.)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Asshole To Everyone Except One Person (Randall) x Is That One Person, Will Never Admit That It Makes Them Feel Special (You)

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Randall)

Thinks They're In Charge (Randall) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Defying Expectations

Bickering and Banter

Mutual Growth and Empowerment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Talk Show Host by Radiohead

Please Please Please Epic Version by Morgan Clae

Too Sweet by Hozier

[chibichibsterss]

I have a fear of people calling Zen hot because that had happened in the past before..

[caramelcuniculus]

The final chapter, receiving end's meet… of course she'd say such thing. It wasn't as if the Masked Gentleman expected anything less1 She's such a smart puzzle-solver now… and what's a puzzle if it can't be completed?

The Masked Gentleman let out a 'hmph.' Either she didn't entirely grasp his words, or wasn't she willing to agree with an ideology that opposed her own?

From the one that introduced her?

Poor thing… "You'd be ever-so surprised what sort of things you'll find if you went out of your way to think carefully about the steps you take. Is it really of all the fun you had getting there?"

The Masked Gentleman leaned in. "Does that not truly matter to you? And here I thought a professor was to enjoy all aspects of his teachings…"

"I can understand that," she replied, her inviting expression not wavering one bit, despite her lack of amusement with his theatrics. "Sometimes, returning to a path you just passed can provide an opportunity to more deeply explore it. Although, personally, I find the satisfaction of finally reaching the end more rewarding."

[monayen]

how about jealously with randal n reader? :3 like reader is jealous that randal is hanging out with satoru more than her while dreaming so reader hangs out with sebastian, making randal jealous ?? sorry for my bad english, its not my first language :))

Jelly | Randal Ivory

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

➷ CWs - master/pet play, fingering, unsafe sex, praise, licking/biting, possessive tendencies, jealousy

a/n - exams have been a bit occupying unfortunately :( i still have a lot of concepts and requests i want to get to, you guys have awesome ideas and i love seeing them in my inbox !! u should see my google docs rn lol

It's hard to not scoff when Randal wakes up and immediately starts talking about his dream. It's become an annoyingly common thing now ever since Randal informed you about his little dream friend, Satoru Tsukada. Even seeming disappointed when he doesn't get a dream with him in it.

Almost every night he snuggles up against you in his coffin, nibbling at your ear and whispering cheekily, “I really hope you come into my dream tonight, imagine the fun we’d all have!” He pulls you closer, elating how proximity raises the chances of this happening.

You suck in any annoyance and nod because you're still his good pet. Though, internally you fight the urge to roll your eyes and admit “I don't really care about that guy.”

A gripping feeling twists in your stomach each morning when you wake up without the shared lucidity, hearing about all the fun Randal had that night. 

Sheepishly, you push it down and let him talk. 

Though, you tune out most of it – for your sake, as an overwhelming feeling of envy washes over you whenever you do pay attention to his words. 

A thought reverberates about not being enough for him. Is the novelty of a new friend enough to push you away? It's not like you don't already share Randal’s attention. Sebastian exists, of course. 

You two got along well enough, much to Randal’s satisfaction. Though, you admit that your focus lied more on the unpredictable gakuran-clad young man.

And despite your initial standoffish attitude when Sebastian was gifted to Randal, you quickly learned he wasn't a threat at all. He just had some unfortunate circumstances and ended up here.  

Therefore, you didn't have to fight for attention and Sebastian seemed to appreciate that you were at least cordial to him. Nobody was in the way.

So maybe this is why you have so much more of a problem with this Satoru character. You don't know him, and the only way you could is completely up to chance. 

How do you compete with that? Based on Randal’s stories, they tend to have a ball of a time. You really try to convince yourself that you're better, that you're overthinking and Randal isn't losing interest in you. 

But at night, when his arms wrap around your body, it's clear his mind is somewhere else. Satoru is a part of him, always in the dream-plane, waiting for him with open arms. Somewhere where you aren't.

Jealousy ten-folds and insecurity festers within as time goes on. Your own stressed voice tells you to relax, but an even louder one continues to complain. 

On a day where Randal is occupied with Luther, leaving you and Sebastian alone in the house, you can't seem to keep it in anymore.

Words seep out of your mouth, “Am I doing something wrong?” It's quiet and Sebastian immediately looks uncomfortable. 

“Um… with what?” He shifts in his seat in the living room, avoiding eye contact with you. He's not to blame, you rarely had conversations that didn't involve Randal. Maybe you should have put more of an effort to get to know him before dumping this on him. Still, you continue. 

“I don't know, what if Randal doesn't like me anymore?” You speak softly, but the candidness is clear. Sebastian isn't used to this vulnerability, he was just brainstorming an attempt to escape (again) but now he has to comfort you… 

Thing is, he doesn't know how to do that. Maybe he would feel more sympathetic if Randal wasn't a complete freak, (he still doesn't understand your affinity for the young man) but you haven't done anything bad to him. He doesn't want to be rude to the only normal enough person here.

“He definitely likes you.” Which is the truth, anybody with eyes could see the relationship dynamic. You always doted behind Randal, doing anything he asked of you. And Randal was more than happy to have you crawl around for him if it meant you’d get a kiss.

It goes to say that you might seem more like a lover to Randal than a pet. He thinks himself lucky for not walking in on you guys yet…

Which might be why he was taken by Luther, Randal probably finds it more fun to torment and bother someone who wasn't as willing as you–

“Wait… I dont– I don't want to steal Randal from you! I actually want to get out of here–” He stammers before you cut him off with a laugh. A change in tone, good sign. “I know that, don't worry.” 

Sebastian sighs and relaxes a bit, but still fidgets with the white sleeves of his god awful outfit. It then clicks it might be about that dream guy Randal hasn't stopped boosting about recently. He almost certainly wants to roll his eyes. “Is it Satoru?” 

Immediately, you jump up and grab at Sebastian’s arms. “You see it too, right?! It's so annoying, I’m so sick of hearing about it every morning! We haven't even met the guy, but apparently they are best friends. Fucking stupid.”

Sebastian nodded along to your words. To him, it was annoying but it also occupied the eccentric weirdo. Better he’s entertained by Satoru than him. Still, he lets you complain, and it becomes evident to just how much this was eating you up inside.

You both don't realize how time has passed until Randal stampers into the room with an ominous black bag that is dripping green slime. Neither of you question it. 

“Whatcha’ talking about?” He swings the bag over his shoulders and nearly falls back with the force, catching himself.

Sebastian notices how you immediately smile at Randal despite the complaining you've been unloading onto him for the past couple hours, how ironic. “O-Oh, nothing much. How was your outing with Luther?” 

Randal shrugs and then drops the bag onto the couch, undoubtedly staining it with the goopy substance. Luther will have a problem with that later. 

“Within bounds. Now I’m just tired… how about we go to sleep!” He says it more like an order than a suggestion.

Your smile immediately drops, “It's like 6PM.” 

“Actuallyyyy, 6:38.”

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You want to smack yourself for not being more welcoming to Sebastian, he actually isn't that bad of a guy. He’s still a bit awkward, (he seems to constantly radiate it) and he has no shame in expressing to you how he wants to escape the house. You giggle and give him a “good luck with that”

Still, he's easy to talk to with the ever growing free time you have now. Though, despite your attitude, a part of you still craves to be around Randal.

You wish you could prod into his brain and yank Satoru out of there. If he really wants Randal, he can fight you for it. You doubt he’s even strong outside of the stupid dream-plane he lives in. 

Unfortunately, you haven't been paying attention to the conversation with Sebastian, and now he's pausing for your reply. Sweat dropping, you let out a laugh, hoping it fits as a response.

He stares, “You think my goldfish getting run over is funny?” 

“No, no, I don't– wait? Run over? How’d–” 

The bewildered sentence doesn't get the chance to finish before the sensation of oddly cold, but familiar, hands wrap around your waist and drag into an adjacent room. 

“Randal– what do you want?” It comes out more harsh than you expected, and you can see the slight grimace on Randal’s face. 

His hands leave your waist, now folding across his chest, “Long time no see.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, “Well, you've been a bit busy.”

Randal pauses before letting out a big laugh, “Doll, I always have time for you!” A traitorous blush spreads across your face, huffing, “Doesn't look like it.”

Randal steps a bit closer, “I thought Sebastian was keeping you plenty company.” His lips tug upward, “You two have gotten close, that's cute.”

His eyes contrast his smile, there's a clear coat of irk behind them. Holy shit, is he… jealous? You perk up, suddenly gaining some confidence… and leverage. 

“Yeah, we talk.” You show him a coy smile, his eye twitches for a second. “Awesome… about what, exactly? Tell me all the deets.”

“Oh, y’know.” 

“I don't, I literally don't.”

“What does it matter?” You hum cheekily before adding, “Anyways, isn't it past your bedtime right now?"

It was far too bold, but god, did it feel good to say. Randal reacts accordingly by pinning you against the wall. He's peeved, and you should really be scared, but you can't help but buckle at the proximity.

Randal’s voice is unusually low, his eyes staring into yours, “You’ve forgotten who you're talking to, doll. I think I need to remind you, heheh.”

Your confidence is beginning to crumble, but you still manage to get a reply out through quivering lips, “Sebastian is right outside.” Randal grins, “Good.”

A gloved hand trails your torso before it finds its way under the hem of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down and past your ankles. You have to hold back a gasp when a cold finger circles the pearl of your clit.

Randal draws closer, his hot breath pressed against your neck. A warm tongue laps up and down the side before teeth bite down and suckle on your sensitive skin.

Adrenaline and ache build as the latex of his fingers push into your entrance, pumping in and out of you. “Randal–” A moan gets caught in your throat when he speeds up slightly, angling upwards with his movements. 

Randal rasped, continuing to mark your neck with bites and hickeys, “No-no, pet, you know my name.” 

You do, “Master, please, m-more!” It’s shameless, and it’s aloof to how upset you were earlier. Now, you burn for more, bucking onto the length of his fingers.

You couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming emotions – the hold he had over you was a force you couldn't deny, and certainly not control. There isn't anything holding you back from this. Not Satoru, not Sebastian, not even yourself.

Randal’s mouth hovers over yours, words tracing quivering lips, “That's right,” He grinds his erection against the tender flesh of your front, “ah–, let me hear those pretty noises!”

His touch only accentuates the pure excitement washes over the both of you, neither being able to remove sweaty hands off one another. 

Randal pins you further, hiking your legs up around his waist. His exposed cock rubs against your slick and pleading heat, relishing in the intoxicating shudder of your body. 

Your head rests on his shoulder, mouth agape as fingers tug at his hair, “S-Stop teasing!” 

You wrap your legs around him tighter in any attempt to heighten the friction, and Randal responds by gripping the bottom of your ass harder, “So needy, aren't you? Is that why you’ve been in such a mood? Can’t– ah, can’t handle not being the center of my attention? So jelly!”

An onslaught of groans fill the room, sputtering and begging for more. Randal grins against your neck, “Hah, how about you show me how much you need me?”

Randal then puts you down and pulls away, ignoring your whines about the wait. He shuts you up by motioning you to where he now sits, legs spread with his cock erect in his lap. 

Sweaty gloves hold onto your waist as you eagerly hover over his lap, “Can I? Can I, master, please?” Randal gives you a dopey smile, leaning to kiss your cheek, “I love it when you beg!” You groan and rut against him impatiently, “Oh, oh, yeah – get to it, pet.”

He’s right, you are incredibly needy. Despite all the sass and complaints, you truly can't help but rut into him. 

For now, you’ve completely given up any resentment towards Randal, instead relishing in the awaited pleasure he's giving you. A choir of slapping skin, moans, and praise cascade on the walls with pure want and need behind them. 

Your eyes never leave his, with Randal out right refusing to blink. He lays out under you, red spreads across his face, whether it blush or blood. His skin also glistens with sweat, downright uncomfortably sticky for any normal person. 

You aren't that type of person though, you're better than Satoru or Sebastian, or any other person he can waste his attention on. 

You want him to want you, like how you do him. Truly, you’ll take everything he gives and only ask for more.

Randal’s fingers start to dig into your hips, but he's nice enough to let you keep your own pace, encouraging your incredibly desperate movements. 

“Good pet,” His fingers dig even deeper, his own hips thrusting fervently against yours, “show me how much you want this.” His eyes never leave your body, admiring the way you bounce and quiver. 

Randal finds it addicting and oh-so adorable how he can completely make you come undone around him. He thinks himself kind for letting yourself prove how much you love him, but there really wasn't anything to worry about in truth.

He knows you’re so loyal, constantly aching just for him. But he still saw those sideways glances, how your mouth would pout, and the muttering between you and Sebastian. 

Your pettiness, though annoying, was because you missed your cute master… enough that you confided in Sebastian, leaving him out in turn. 

He can admit he got a bit caught up during his time with Satoru, but he's thankful now that he's reminded that nothing compares to how you surrender yourself to him. Randal knows you are his. He’ll make sure to show you time and time again.

Randal arches and humps into you, licking his upper lip to taste the blood that rests on it. Your own grip lies on his hips in an attempt to keep balance, the pace becoming feverish and hard to keep up. 

You croak out, feeling the knot in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter, “I think–” Randal eagerly nods, the twitch of his cock evident.

Your thighs quake, loud moans echoing off the vintage wallpaper of the room, orgasm ripping through you. Randal pushes his fingers into your hips one last time and follows suit, writhing under you.

Immediately, you allow yourself to rise a bit and lay on top of the young man, feeling how his rapidly breathing lungs press against your own. 

With labored breath, you choke out, “Can you… just spend more nights with me?” It's shy compared to the actions seconds earlier, but you still hold onto Randal’s form with that same desire. 

Randal laughs, slapping your bare ass cheekily, “If you wanted my attention,” He licks your earlobe, a hand resting on your waist, “You could’a just asked, doll.” 

You huff but still lean into his touch, pausing for a second before asking another question,

“...Do you think Sebastian heard us?”

“One grillion precent.”

[ch3rrybbie]

Have

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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summary: to have and to hold 😉

note from author: think I might end it here bc I feel the next part I was planning ruins the journey they came on I don’t wanna do drama for the sake of it so send in other Randall requests and I shall obligeeeeeee. Ty for reading bbys.

warnings: 18+, smut, angst, idiots pining, oral( fem and male rec), penetration, not fully protected sex?, monsters ig, thoughts os situationships (scary Ik)

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Mornings after a night of crying were always exhausting. Yawning you sleepily made your way to the kitchen, startled at the sight of something on the table.

Daisies.

They were everywhere in the forest. You were entranced by them when you walked through that day so much so that you failed to see him.

Him?

Surely not…

A loose scrap of paper with ‘thank you’ was strewn beside it.

It meant nothing.

Even if it was him it didn’t mean anything.

Right?

———

You steeled yourself and left to gather food you needed. You tried not looking at the bus but you couldn’t help yourself and there he was back to normal sulking inside like he hadn’t just been possessed by another malevolent spirit lurking in this hellhole.

But he was alive.

You’d stared too long and his eyes snagged yours. They lit up?

He scrambled out of the bus and you set off basket of vegetables full, they might as well as been rotting with the storm inside your chest.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed.

Heavy steps fell beside you as he peered into your line of vision.

Great. Last thing you needed to see was those deep eyes attempting to nudge a smile onto your face.

“I uh made you something” he awkwardly throws at you and you stop in your tracks heart clenching.

One awkward flourish later and his warm rough hand is placing it in yours.

You zone out as he makes a joke about how cold your hands are, it was a baby doe.

He’d carved you a baby doe.

How could he have known you liked them, that you saw one your first night here and it gave you a weird sense of peace. Did he ask Donna? Did he guess?

No, how could’ve he have known it’s nothing.

Because all acquaintances that have fucked carve tokens and leave flowers and dream-

Stop it you urge yourself. You smudge out the hope like chalk.

“Thank you” you cut plainly and continue marching back to your house where you could spiral alone.

He persists, “I just, I don’t know I figured I should get you something for looking after me when I was you know…” he trails off and you can’t help but turn to him. Your hands feel useless at your side and clutching your basket, you ache to caress him, comfort him just touch him.

“There’s no need to thank me” you give him a strained smile, “Plus Laine came to help so” you shrug.

His eyes squint, “The fucks she got to do with us?” He spits.

Us?

“What has your girlfriend got to do with her coming to look after you in the house of the girl you fucked without telling you had a girlfriend? I don’t know Randall beats me!” You could play this game.

He loses it, “The FUCK are you talking about Y/N?!”

You look at him incredulously, he had never spoken to you like this. Donna and Boyd sure, but you he reserved a different tone. You curled your and harder around the handle of your basket.

“When have I EVER showed ANY fucking interest in Laine? I mean the girl is obsessed with me! How the fuck is that my fault? Why the fuck are you punishing me for that” he laments.

Your head turns away in shame, cheeks flushing.

“You know I was coming here to tell you that I wanted more than…” he gestures between you wildly “this”.

Your head snaps back towards him and your eyes widen in shock.

“Randall I had no idea I-“

He continues, “I haven’t touched Laine ONCE and I don’t just eat out every girl I know in the woods” he heaves in a depth breath and concludes, “You know what I am DONE with these games”

It’s his turn to turn and stomp away, he swaggers all the way to the bus as you watch slamming the door closed.

You desperately wanted to go kiss it better. To say sorry and explain your heart was his from the moment you met. Yet blooming anger fills you, one moment you’re by the diner the next the basket is on the floor as you barrel your way to the bus.

You yanked the door open and storm on, he jumps from his seated sulk towards the back of the bus.

“MY GAMES?!” you seethe, “I was NOT the one entertaining someone else’s attention after we fucked and I am NOT the one staring you down constantly”.

You turn and hop down from the bus still fuming but somewhat satisfied, pausing you pop your head back in and give him a final indignant

“Fuck you”.

He watched you saunter off grabbing your basket.

Maybe you both weren’t done with these games.

———

You slammed your door behind you and dropped to the ground sobbing in frustration.

How dare he?! How dare he turn up and force these emotions out of you, this passion , this desire, this anger. Your life before had here felt cold and sterile he had set it alight.

Your bed was as cosy as it had been before you left and you allowed yourself back into that warmth. Eyes closing with his smirk outlined, clutching a wooden statue he’d made just for you.

———

Jolting awake you check the only marker of time here and the sky is pitch black, fuck this is why you stopped naps here.This sudden winter meant earlier and longer nights with those things. Foolishly your heart thought of Randall out there alone with a full view of them. Would it be too forward to ask him to stay with you? Yes, note to self do NOT ask him to stay with you.

You creep downstairs with lights off the last thing you needed was those things tormenting you. An all nighter it was.

A peek outside offset your night’s plans.

A goat, the same one Randall had attempted to steal.

Fuck.

The town was on the edge of turmoil with rationing causing discord, this was the last thing you needed. In the distance you saw Boyd, Tian Chen, Jade and Victor rounding up a whole herd of animals.

Shit.

Grabbing your shoes you threw them on and ran out without a second thought.

Donna was going to kill you. If the monsters didn’t catch you first.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?!” You hissed.

“Y/N we can’t afford to lose the animals you KNOW that” Boyd hisses back

You sigh grabbing a goat and attempting to lead it towards the barn.

A great monotonous beeping sounds as you notice the monsters appear.

Randall was warning you guys.

Fuckkkkkkkkkk.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Julie, Sara and Ethan fleeing the back of their house.

“Boyd!” You gesture towards them.

“Go, we got this” he commands

You hesitate.

“Go!” He yells.

A grip on your upper arm springs you into action your head snaps ready to scream only to see a furious face looking down at you.

Randall.

You gesture towards Julie, Sara and Ethan and his face softens. You both start yelling at the pointing to the bus , they’re closer so they hop on just in time as an monsters start tapping on the door.

Shit.

You’re stuck between the bus and the escaped animals, goat still bleating at your feet.

Randall notices your gaze and scoops down grabbing the goat. They were coming towards you now.

“Come on!” You yell, sprinting towards your house.

You look behind and commit the image to memory for when you life isn’t in immediate danger. All 6ft of Randall’s stocky build and stern face is cradling the goat he’d tried to steal.

Yanking your door open to let him in he drags you with him, he drops the goat you watch it dally off to settle on your sofa as he locks the door and checks the stone sighing.

“Wait here” he states. Confused and breathless you wait for him and realise he’s sweeping the house. He strolls back to you and sensing your panic reassures you, “All clear”.

You jump at the distant shouts and he grabs your shoulders, “Come on let’s go upstairs”

Cracking a smile you nudge him, “You think I’m that easy huh? Gotta do more than save a gals life around here bud”. You chuckle.

He sighs, smile twitching at his lips.

His lips look as smooth as they did that day.

———

He pauses at your door, seeming to be somewhere else. Gently grabbing his shoulder he jumps, “Sorry, it’s just it reminds me of… well you know” his lip curls.

“We can sleep on the sofa?” You offer gently.

“We huh?” He quirks a brow smirking as his eyes stare hungrily at you.

“I’m sorry, I mean we can sleep separately I just didn’t think of it I guess” you whisper shamefully.

He pushes past you and flops on the bed fully clothed, “All good princess, you know me I don’t mind” he folds his arms under his head muscles taught. Your fingers buzzed at the thought of brushing over them. You zone out staring as he talks, “I mean it’ll be nice not having those creeps staring in”. His jeans emphasised his crotch and thighs, the were pulled taught. He wore a plain white shirt that was stupidly tight with the way he was stretching, you lustfully trace his peeping happy trail with your eyes tracing back to the shape of him.

“Like what you see?” He jokes very pleased with your reaction.

“Shut up” you turn to shuffle through your clothes scouring for pyjamas. You pause, what was he gonna wear?

“Not to be a neat freak of anything but are you really gonna wear your outside clothes and hell even your jeans to sleep”

“Sorry I didn’t bring matching pyjamas princess I didn’t have time to pack much for here”

He’s deflecting, great!

Guilt sank in as you realised he couldn’t wear anything but clothes on the bus, no with them watching.

“Take off your clothes” you sigh

Sitting up on his elbows his eyes darken as he takes in your clothes, well you’d supposed he was imagining what was under your joggers and jumper.

He juts his chin towards you in a ‘come hither’ gesture.

“Come help me taken ‘em off baby” he smirks softly at you.

You sigh and point your finger sternly at him as you drift towards him as he stands.

“I didn’t mean it like that, i mean you can relax in here without being seen by them” you pause “Nothing like that is happening until we figure this out” you finish gesturing between you.

Eyes softened he gazes at you, “sure” he whispers without a trace of conceit.

Not breaking eye contact your cold hands slide under his shirt smoothing against his naked chest. Shivering a smiles down at you tilting his head, “Need me to warm you up baby?”. You play along moving closer watching his breath hitch and his smile drop you bite your lip reflecting back feelings not too dissimilar to your own before you tug the t shirt over his head trapping him and cracking into fits of giggles you watch as he squirms.

“What was that for?!”, you can’t do anything but shrug and laugh at his exasperated escaped face.

“Right, that’s it” his eyes light up with a spark you attempt to run as you realise his intention. It’s too late he grabs you and throws you onto the bed, your laughs grow louder and he grins he’d never heard or seen you so relaxed.

Your faces were level his arms on either side of your head, tension seeps into the moment. An unconscious pull urges you to sit and just kiss him.

Pushing it down u push him up hands going to his belt, “Bedtime!” you announce.

“Atleast buy me a drink first” he grins down, a glare sent back up to him shuts him up.

Both your breathing grows heavy as you slowly undo his belt and unzip his jeans hugging them down you spare a glance up at him as he is close to drooling watching you.

You press your thighs together squirming.

He snaps out of it returning to his quips, “So have you got some special two-piece just for me honey?” he tilts his head watching you flap around your room hunting for something to wear.

He can read you like a book, “Just wear this”.

You relent and turn to throw on the t shirt you’d just trapped him in, sneaking a glance over your shoulder you see he’s awkwardly staring away studying the charms of your room. It’s your turn to tease him, “What nothing you haven’t seen before”.

He turns freezing as he sees how his shirt fits you, in your opinion it’s tight in all the wrong places. To him it’s definitely the right places.

He shrugs and advances towards you hand gripping your waist and a chaste kiss to your forehead, “Suits you” he mutters.

He’s gone towards the bathroom as soon as he caressed you so casually, “You got a spare toothbrush?!” he yells.

———

One explanation of your mint leaf paste later (toothpaste ran out in town alarmingly quick), and you’d awkwardly shuffled into bed beside him.

Silence finally envelops the room and you begin to hear it.

Tapping.

Whispering.

Scratching.

Breath hitching you hike to covers further over your head, eyes scanning the room and heart palpating.

He notices as always, “Hey, hey you okay??” a strong arm slides beneath your head pulling you closer. You look up and he puts it together, “I’m used to it by now, don’t have much choice with the bus”.

“I’m sorry” you turn into him hand resting against his chest. A warm calloused hand swans up and envelops yours, it gets pulled up further brushing his lips.

His face screws up on the verge of releasing something so you use your other hand in an attempt to smooth out his creasing brow.

“Fuck it” he huffs.

“I felt something the moment i saw you when i was stepping off that bus and i tried to push it down and just stay away from you but it felt like fate, this town, I don’t know kept pushing you to me” he breathes looking in your eyes for approval “I started asking people about you, your name, if you were I don’t know seeing someone. I saw you with kenny and i was stupidly angry so i entertained Laine hitting on me and when i saw that you maybe felt a fraction of the way i felt i knew i had to tell you i just-”.

You cut him off with a crushing kiss hoping it could convey just a fraction of what you felt.

Pulling back your eyes search hims, he just smiles pulling you to straddle him and pulling your head to kiss him deeply.

Nipples hardening as he pulls the covers back and he soothes it by sliding his hand under the shirt to pinch your nipples. Groaning on top of him you push your hips into his groin, grinding to relieve to burning desire building.

The kisses grow slower as your evident desires consume you both.

Pulling back he searches your eyes unsure, “Look i don’t want you thinking that everytime we’re alone we gotta..” he trails off and you smile.

“I mean we don’t gotta” you hand trails to his waistband, his cock stains painfully begging to be released.

You oblige.

“But I want to”

All softness as you kiss you way down to his happy trail. You look up and he is mesmerised, a sudden flush of awkwardness envelops you.

“Is this um okay?”

“More than” he smirks down at you, hand cupping your cheek and stroking almost thanking your mouth before it even touches him.

Holding yourself back from making this moment sink away you kiss his leaking tip as soft as you can like it could shatter from your plush lips.

Hand caressing his velvety shaft you go slow hoping the cock sucking says ‘Hey Randall I think I love you and you were put here for me to love in any way I can so take this form of love for now!’, one step at a time I guess.

Focus.

Eyes flashing back up to his you wrangle a smirk from your face as his mouth hands open the sight of you sucking his tip gently and stroking his turgid shaft too much.

Maybe you can kick it up a gear.

Cupping his aching balls you release your mouth from his cock with a pornographic ‘pop’. Lying your head on his tensed thigh and continuing to cup his balls you gaze up through hazy lashes and let words slip from those lusty lips. “Your cock looks so good baby, so hard for me?”, he can do nothing but enthusiastically nod at you eyes full of adoration as you tease him. Hand leaving his balls you let a finger swirl around the slit of his hot swollen head and it’s your turn to transfixed. He’d not been inside you yet and the thought send a flood of heat to your aching pussy. He reaches down and pulls your chin to look at him, “Come here” a curt command thrown down at you.

Crawling back up him he watches every move and as you lean to kiss him he stops you. His calloused hand squeeze up your waist admiring the way his shirt fits you, your nipples protruding from the cold he pinches them harshly and breathes in your pleasured gasp.

“You like that huh?” he challenges, hands moving down to grip your ass cheeks. Shocked he laughs, “You’re not wearing fucking panties baby, we gotta do something about that”. His thumb is rough and warm against your throbbing clit, seemingly with a mind of its own he lets it move in smooth rough circles. You arch into him. “Come here please baby I need to taste you”, you lean in intending on giving him a crushing kiss. He stops you again. “No baby come sit on my face”.

Your lips part and your body starts moving before your mind can cut through the haze his words spill you into. He kisses your pussy so softly you could cry, you do cry. You whine, arch into him and brace your hands on the headboard. Pussy aching and throbbing he gives you just what you needed. Sloppily nudging his nose into you clit and kissing your pulsing hole he smiles at your sweet calls out to him and the fact you are somehow getting wetter. He can’t help but grab his cock and harshly tug it morning into you. Hips moving wildly he uses his hand on his lower back to encourage you moaning “Yes baby” into your tensing pussy. You come on his face with a low long moan, his cock twitches at the sound.

He needed more.

Helping you off he takes in your glow your blushed cheeks, swollen lips and smile.

“What?” You ask apprehensively.

He smiles and grabs your cheeks kissing you softly. Pushing back you roll your eyes and tease him, “You gonna fuck me or what?”.

You turn and arch your dripping pussy up to him an offering. A lusty haze started to set over him before he falters. He wanted to your face as you squeezed his cock, your blushed cheeks, your smile.

You.

“Could we um, do it missionary?”, scratching the back of his head he sees you turn around and grin at him once again trying to push away the sincerity.

“You got a crush on me big boy?” You jest.

He play along, seizing you as you squeal and rolling rapping you under him and just gazing at you.

“Matter of fact I do, you gotta problem with that sweetheart?” He croons.

You feel as though you are throwing up your heart. It jumps in your throat your face drops and you shake your head, “No” you whisper.

His face smooths over a stupid smile settling over and he replies by kissing softer than he ever had. Lips ghosting against each other.

A soft confession.

Both falling back into lengthened kisses you whine and arch into him, “Please baby, please”.

“Shit, do you have a condom?” panic seeps through his voice and you giggle, “Don’t need one I’m one the coil, thanks for asking though” you press a sickly sweet kiss against his cheek.

Taking pity he lines himself up and slowly sinks in to the hilt. He sighs, head dropping against yours, waiting he staring into your every letting your pussy flutter and adjust against his thick cock. You are tight and warm and oh so welcoming, “I don’t know how long I’ll last baby-fuck” he explains in a whine his cock twitching inside you before he’s even moved.

“I don’t know either baby, just let go you feel so good” you reassure him and he does as commanded. He fucks into you softly eyes never leaving yours. He has to hold back cumming as you fucking grin when he hits the right spots. You little whines and gasps are what he has been waiting to hear and he occasionally sucks them in through a searing kiss uncaring of who hears. He drops a hand to roughly flick your engorged clit swollen from his cock and skin rubbing against it. You let out an elongated moan and he groans into you unable to hold back his own pants and groans.

You were close and you needed to watch him come so you urged him on legs wrapping around his hips bringing him impossibly close. You’d stopped exchanging words as you both plummeted towards your highs. Everything went white as your orgasm snapped and tore through you, you’d only had a handful of full body orgasms a day only ever with you vibrator. You could’ve sworn you were floating, fingers and toes buzzing, pussy pulsating and twitching around his twitching cock. You regained sight and watched him moan and writhe hips stutter against your still engorged clit.

You can’t help but laugh as another wave of pleasure ricochets through you soft as satin.

———

Spent and out of breath you both lie there and turn towards each other at the same time and do nothing but laugh. Once your giggles die down he rises coming back with a warm wet towel to clean you with he chucks it on the floor and looks at you with his ever intense stare.

“What are we?”, you burst out.

“What do you mean?” his confused face looking down as he strokes hair from your face.

Heart sinking it washes over your face. Were you right? He didn’t want anything serious, had he faked the very look in his eye he dared to give you even now.

Reading your hurt he attempts to explain, “Look my folks never were always just together you know? Like no girlfriend boyfriend shit they were just together”

“Okay so, we’re like….” trailing off you muster all the hope you can.

“Together” he finishes, “We’re together”.

You smile and kiss for what feels for forever and fall asleep wrapped up in each other. He was comfortable for the first time since being in this town, maybe in his life. And you didn’t even register the knocking and scratching that occurred all night long, the sound of his heart that you now knew was beating for you was all that mattered.

Leave it to him the interrupt that peace, he’d been lying awake holding something in.

“It was me that left the flowers and the note” he bursts out nervously.

“I know dummy” you mutter tired, “go back to sleep” you mutter angrily accompanied by the soft bleats of your new pet downstairs.

He falls asleep with a shit eating grin.

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[advisorykitty]

Meal for all

Russian!Reader x Everyone

♡I have russian heritage myself and thought. this would be a cute fic!

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The pile of blankets you called a bed—aka a large laundry basket stuffed with mismatched throws—creaked slightly as you stirred. It wasn’t the comfiest of arrangements, but somehow, it had become your spot in this strange house. Who needed a real bed when you had a cozy pile of blankets and a basket that made you feel like an oversized kitten? Well you kinda are one... anyway! You groaned, still half-asleep, as the morning sun filtered through the windows, lighting up the living room.

Your hair stuck to your face, damp from the long, drawn-out shower you'd taken the night before—fully clothed, as usual. You had a habit of soaking in the water with your MP3 player still blasting music in your ears, which had once again led to you falling asleep in sopping clothes.

The sound of your stomach growling snapped you out of your daze. Food. Right. You hadn’t eaten anything good in... well, you couldn’t remember the last meal that wasn’t a snack or a bite stolen off someone else’s plate. Pushing yourself up out of the basket, you rubbed your eyes and glanced at the others.

Nyen wasn’t there to glare at you, thank god, but the place was too quiet. It was almost peaceful, except for the faint noise of Randal’s game coming from another room. A memory popped into your head—something warm, filling, and... Russian. Something your grandma used to make on cold days like this. You couldn’t exactly make it the same way she did, but the thought alone made your mouth water.

Deciding today was the day to try cooking something, you grabbed the towel still wrapped around your wet hair and slumped into the kitchen, trailing water all the way there. Luther was already standing by the stove, just staring at it. Like he was thinking really hard about something that no one else could possibly understand.

“Master Luther,” you said, voice still groggy from sleep, “do you mind if I cook something today? Something Russian.”

Luther’s eyes flicked toward you, a slow, unnerving smile creeping across his face. He had a way of smiling that always left you wondering if he was genuinely happy or if he just enjoyed messing with people. “Russian, meine Katze?” he asked in that soft, almost monotone voice of his. “I wasn’t aware you had Russian roots.”

You scratched the back of your neck, shrugging. “Yeah, I never really talk about it, but my grandma- I mean , I made these cabbage rolls—golubtsi before. I was thinking of making them again. You know... for old times’ sake.”

Luther nodded slowly, his gaze lingering a little too long on your still-soaking clothes. “Golubtsi, ja? That sounds... intriguing. You may cook. But perhaps a change of attire first, yee?”

You blinked, glancing down at your dripping shirt and pants. “Uh... yeah. I’ll get on that.”

Before you could leave the kitchen, though, Nyen appeared in the doorway, looking as if he'd just stumbled upon a crime scene. His sharp eyes narrowed at the puddle forming under your feet.

“You’re still wet,” he grumbled, arms crossed, his tone borderline pissed. “How long are you gonna drip all over the damn house?”

“It’s water,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “Not like the place is gonna flood.”

Nyen’s scowl deepened, and you could practically hear the sarcasm dripping from his next words. “Sure. Because cleaning up after you definitely isn’t something I’d rather avoid.”

Before the situation could escalate, Luther’s soft voice cut through. “Nyen,” he said, his smile never faltering, “perhaps you should assist them in cooking, since you seem so concerned.”

Nyen flinched, his scowl shrinking just a bit. “Master Luther, I—” he began, but Luther’s gaze, though still calm, silenced him.

Nyen grumbled a few more unintelligible curses under his breath but finally gave in with a quiet, “Whatever.”

You turned back to the stove, already thinking about what you needed to get the food started. You caught a glimpse of Nyon hovering by the kitchen door, eyes flicking between you and the stove. His face was, as usual, totally unreadable, but he stepped a little closer.

“Golubtsi,” he said in his slow, accented voice. “You cook that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. You know it?”

Nyon gave a slow nod, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. “Da. Russian food. My... before, I ate that.”

For someone who didn’t usually talk, that was practically a full sentence. You grinned. “Well, if you don’t mind waiting, I’ll have it ready in no time. Want to help?”

Nyon blinked once, then twice. “Nyet.”

You chuckled. “Didn’t think so.”

---

As the food simmered on the stove, the kitchen began filling with the scent of cooked cabbage and spices. It wasn’t exactly a gourmet meal, but it was comforting in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Nyon sat quietly at the table, eyes still fixed on the stove. Nyen hovered nearby, clearly impatient and less than thrilled about the whole situation.

Randal, still only seven, wandered into the kitchen, holding his game controller like it was glued to his hand. “You’re cooking?” he asked, genuinely puzzled. “Aren’t you, like... a cat? I thought cats hated water.”

You blinked. “Yeah, well, I’m a complicated cat.”

Randal stared at you, clearly not getting it, then shrugged and wandered off again, muttering, “Weird.” (despite being wierder himself)

Nyen, who had been leaning against the counter, shook his head and snorted, something about 'even randal thinking your wierd' or whatever he said.

You didn’t even bother responding to that, too focused on making sure the rolls didn’t burn. “Just wait. You’ll be thanking me when you taste this.”

Nyon’s blank expression didn’t change, but there was something almost like approval in his silence. For him, that was the equivalent of a thumbs-up.

---

Luther sat at the head of the table, watching with that unsettling, ever-present smile as you placed the dish in front of him. “Ah, golubtsi,” he mused, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It looks wonderful, meine Katze.”

Nyen muttered something about “poison” under his breath but still pulled up a chair. You knew he’d eat it—he always did, even if he complained the whole time.

Nyon was already sitting at the table, his blank expression never wavering, but you could tell he was quietly pleased. He didn’t say a word, but his body language was a little more relaxed than usual. For Nyon, that was practically ecstatic.

Sebastian, awkward as ever, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn’t part of these kinds of gatherings usually, but Randal had dragged him in. “Russian food, huh?” he said, stiff as a board. “Never tried it... before.”

“First time for everything,” you grinned, serving him a portion.

Sebastian gave a stiff nod, clearly trying not to look like he wanted to bolt from the room. It was awkward, sure, but at least everyone was seated together.

The meal wasn’t anything fancy, but it brought a rare sense of normalcy to the house. Even Nyen, who had complained nonstop, was chewing thoughtfully, though he’d never admit he liked it.

Luther’s smile stayed plastered on his face as he ate. “Sehr gut,” he said softly. “A wonderful addition to our meals, meine Liebe.”

You smirked, sitting back in your chair. “See? Told you.”

You smiled and went back to eating your cooking. Hmm, some syrniki sound good right now...

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"Oh yes, giving shots is never the easiest part of my job," June chuckled, endeared by Emily's recounting of her childhood games of playing doctor with her toys-she remembered doing the same when she was little with her own stuffed animals and dolls. "I have a number of little tricks to help the kids feel a little less scared, such as asking them to tell me about their favorite toys or counting out the ceiling tiles, but it can still be a challenge."

"Randall used to be a pretty finicky lad when it came to getting shots," Wilhelm commented with a sly smile, adding, "He used to try and hide under the table when it came time for it, and he wouldn't hardly come out for anything. Even having his teddy bear friend Knox with him only helped a little bit; he just had someone to hide with!"

"Oh, Pa..." Randall blushed in embarrassment, putting a hand over his face with a little smile, at which his father replied, "It's true! It took a lot of convincing, but he got there eventually-and besides, once he got the sticker Junie hands out to the lads and lassies she sees, he forgot all about being afraid of the needle!"

June laughed softly at her son's bashful look in response to this, before turning back to Emily, quite touched by her kind words as she said affably, "You're too kind, dear girl, too kind!" She seldom got praise (outside of her family, at least) for her work, and so her words were a very pleasant surprise.