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[monayen]

Not anyone can be a writer. I’d be one to contribute to the hornyness of the ranfren fandom but don’t have good storytelling. I assume people that write also read to get inspiration and learn what writing styles they like. Do you have any favorite books or authors? Any books you’re currently reading? Or do you mainly read other fan writers’ works? :0

(you’d think i’m a published author with this knowledge . could say more but i’m proctoring today help)

i love english, ive been writing and reading practically everyday for over a decade. definitely my best subject. that said, i haven’t read an “actual” book that wasn’t required of me to read in long time. so favorite published authors don’t really matter to me, i never have time to read them fully anyways

and this may sound autism of me (which it is), but i enjoy fanfics more HAHA so as someone who has been writing them since forever to people who might struggle a bit, don’t take it too seriously

there are plenty of resources online of writer’s dictionaries or smut dictionaries that help with word choice. as well as formatting help and story starters. even people (LIKE ME) who love to do beta reading and editing ;-)

not to mention just reading fics in general. you pick up on words / phrases you like, dialogue that sticks out to you, and how to make the story flow and continue

if you struggle with storytelling, i recommend you make a rough draft of exactly what you want to happen, then sort of figure out actions and dialogue, then work to make it connect

everyone writes differently, and i’m happy to say that i’ve kind of found a style that i enjoy and others (seemingly) do. if anyone wants direct help, im always welcomed to beta read and edit for ranfren fics because i desperately want more. please. im starving. message me. and if ur reading this and are debating on whether or not you should just post it — do it. i write because i like it and im horny for ranfren and i don’t get paid for this so it’s either people like it or they don’t. who gives a fart !

[sewinrat]

Yk the older sis hcs u did ??

Well i was wondering if u could write an kind of "what if" scenario where instead of luther waking up so damn late and stopping robert from getting killed what if instead she woke up and stopped ANY of the rats from getting killed and kept them as pets and started absolutely spoiling the ratmen

How would the rats and the other ivories react to this? :3

Awe this would be so cute if you ignore the fact that she is technically capable of watching them suffer in pain but she won't.

You hear a baam from outside your bedroom and sigh out, "Oh dear..." Standing up from your desk and stopping you from whatever you were doing, you went out of your bedroom. Walking down one of the hallway where the noise was coming from, you were met with Nyen cleaning out the inside of a ratman. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure and took out a spray bottle. "Nyen," you called out. Said cat flinched at the sound of your voice and turn around hesitantly.

Approaching him with the bottle in hand as he slowly backs away. Holding up the spray bottle you asked, "What did I tell you about murdering pests inside the halls?" You spray him. He hissed and his ears lowered either from distaste and mad. However he's not mad at you, he's mad at himself for not cleaning it faster. "Now shoo. I have things to deal with." He doesn't want to but he has no choice to obey so he went away grumbling.

After making sure he's gone, you then crouched down in front of the dead ratman, "Oh, you poor thing.. I'll fix you right up." You took his body in your arms, and bring him to your room where you'll be fixing all of his organs. Once you're done, you put something of yours on him to let everyone know that he now belongs under your name. You put him in a big enough cage so he'll recover safe for a while. But for now, you have somewhere to be. Sensing another chaos happening near the kitchen, off you go quickly before another one dies of Nyen. Sighing, you shook your head as you're walking at fast speed mumbling, "I know that Luther is stressed but doesn't mean that I'm not stressed from you murdering all these rats..."

Arriving in a dark room, you menacingly called out at the cat in front of you that is strangling another rat but this time with three eyes, "Nyen." Nyen immediately dropped the rat. Looks like he has learned his lesson on the last rat but that doesn't mean he's stopping. It was cat instincts. "Have you not learned?" You took out the spray bottle once again, "Bad kitty." You spray him as you uttered the words he doesn't like to hear. "Now go back to your bed," you pointed to somewhere that is not near your location or the kitchen. Nyen begrudgingly left, not wanting to push your limits. He knows how badly your punishments are so he's not wanting to experience it, ever.

After he left, you straightened your blouse and skirt, "Now, where was I...? Ah yes, the rat." Sharply turning towards the three-eyed rat who flinched, you pick him up from his collar like he was a cat... Ironic. "Stay still. This wouldn't hurt a bit," you imprinted your mark on him and now he's part of your pets. You let go of his collar, "From now on, you belong under my name, got it?" To which he nods rapidly, probably relief to not die. You walk off with nothing else to say. The ratman hesitates in following you but figured he'd try because technically he belongs to you so he's safe right?

You found Nyon on the ground and help him off the ground, dusting anything off. "Nyon, I'm gonna need you to find one of the rats and bring them to me. Use force, okay dearie?" Nyon trembles a bit but nodded obedient. You pat his head and send him off to find one of the rat.

In one of the kitchen you saw Randal and his pet accompanied with another scared ratman, this time in a sailor outfit. Calling out, "Randal dear! Would you be so kind to bring that rat to me?" Said creature perked up at the sound of your voice, you can hear him excitedly say sure and immediately dragged the - squirming - rat to you. The three-eyed rat behind you, hides his body using your figure from behind. "Good boy, Randal. I'll reward you later but now I need to do this," You put your mark on the squirming rat, to which he struggles more - not understanding what's happening. You sighed and told Randal to hold the sailor outfit rat down and to sit down while you search for the others. Randal nods eagerly and drag both Sebastian and hold the rat tightly in his hold. The three-eyed rat sweat dropped but doesn't make a comment in order to not trigger the happy boy with glasses.

It didn't take long to find another one. You found a rat with a crying eye hiding and you grab the hand that holds a weapon and took it away, "You should know better that I know every part of the house. Now be a good boy and stay still." He didn't however and instead continue to struggle. This makes you irritated but you managed to stay calm and took out a tranquilliser. You put the dart in his neck, and slowly he started to cease his squirming, making it easier to put your mark on him. Bringing him to Randal to also hold the 'crying' rat down in case he wakes up.

That leaves one more rat, you thought. It might take long because Nyon isn't physically capable in comparison to Nyen but he can manage. Looking over at Randal rambling to your rats with Sebastian looking pitifully at the three of them. You figured that you can cook for the family. Standing up and grabbing your apron, you get started. Making a perfect portion of food for your family while making a slightly larger portion for your rats.

It took a while but Nyon came back with an aggressive ratman that's wearing circular glasses who's trying to attack Nyon even if technically he's weaker. "Good boy, Nyon," petting the Nyon who enjoyed the pats that can make Nyen jealous, you grabbed the newest rat addition by the collar and immediately put your mark on it. "Oh! Before I forget," you snap your fingers and Jeff showed up with the ratman with a long nose from it's containment in his hold. Jeff put the ratman down on one of the chairs upright. "Thank you Jeff, you can go now," snapping your fingers once more and Jeff is gone.

"Now, all of you ratmen are now under my name. That means you can stop stealing our food. All of you better sit down and eat, okay?" With the threat lacing the last word, all the rats scrambled to take a sit at the table while Randal is just excitedly rambling to everyone about how good your cooking is. "Nyon, go get Nyen and interrupt my brother's sleeping. I'm sure he'll be needing my food when he sees the mess," you can see Nyon nods and leave the room as you put out the dishes to everyone present.

Soon, Nyon came back with Nyen and your brother, Luther who almost fainted at the sight of the ratmen before you explained that they now belong under your name. To which, he has no choice but to accept it. So they all joined in on dinner. Although the ratmen are hesitant on eating because they thought it might be a trick to poison them. All of them seem to also glance at each other, especially at the 'crying' ratman. However to no viewer's surprise, the one to eat it first is the rat wearing the sailor outfit who complain about being too hungry to care. Seeing as he's not dropped dead, they all then eat it slowly besides the sailor ratman. They were so cute so you gave each of them a pat on the head, some even lean into it. Slowly but surely they accept everything that's happening.

Randal whined out about wanting a head pat too since he helped in keeping them in check! Sebastian would rather not have you touch him but he can't have a say in it or anything for that matter. Luther can't say he doesn't mind you starting to like the ratmen but he can't stop you. However, he will try to cut the time if you are spending more time with them than your family. After all, family is important♡

Nyen is seething. He doesn't like that the ratmen are now part of the family. While he won't kill them, in front of you that is, he'll torture them more than with Nyon. Speaking of, Nyon is just there. He doesn't mind and he doesn't question your decisions. Plus, he might have a friend in the house with one of the ratmen.

In the end, all of you enjoyed the food you made. The company however? That's 50/50.

[candy-red-river]

I feel like the ranfren fandom reduced the source material to a temporary commodity rather than a fully fledged thing

not appreciating it for the surrealist artwork it actually is like with other works such as yume nikki

That's it.

[ivegrowntiredofth1sb0dy]

hey losers luther x sebsstian smut fanfic

[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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[sluttingforyou]

Had an idea for a self indulgent fic

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

Iconic am i right ^w^

[kitsunemist66]

Im honestly considering writing my own sebastian x reader fics to stash away somewhere or ranfren x reader with just silly shit

Then wait a little to forget the content in it then pull it up and just read it...

I am that desperate for silly fictional stories

This reminds me i need to check if my favorite fanfic got updated

[rattyrattyratty]

Haiiii ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ I really hope to start

Writing Fan fiction for funnies <3 as of now my requests are closed till I post at least 2-3 fan fics

I've never really written fan fiction so sorry if it's shitty-

ALSO JUST KNOW IM A MINOR BUT I WILL

STILL WRITE SMUT ON OCCASION

I WILL ONLY TAKE SMUT REQ IF I FEEL LIKE IT

What I will write!

★ Fluff

★ angst (with fluff as it makes me cry ( T∀T))

★ smut

★ yandere

★ I WILL WRITE RANDOM STUFF TOO 💀

What I won't write

★ insest

★ non-con

★ underage smut

★ p3d0 stuff

★ and more feel free to ask!!!

FAMDOMS I LUV

★ genshin

★ Bungo stray dogs

★ Ramshackle

★ Ranfren

★ HunterxHunter

DNI

★ Racists

★ Homophobs and Transphobs

★ anti 🍉

★ [if you don't like my stuff don't DNI]

[valkyrievega]

Valkyrievega's Writing Masterlist

I figured I should put everything in one place, at the very least! Everything goes to ao3; same username over there, if that's how people prefer navigating :)

Following Fandomss are under the keep reading:

No Country For Old Men, Ranfren, Skyfall, and Dune (admittedly Dune is a singular work so far), Arcane

Side note: it would be far too long a post to put the actual summary of each on them; so I've just put tiny descriptions instead.

Arcane

Short fics/ oneshots:

Spark

Sevika becomes your (only) client at the brothel. Sapphic yearning ensues. Also it's 54k

After a long day

Sevika lets off some steam

Dune

oneshots:

Holy Water (and how to find it)

You and Stilgar hatch a plan; and you receive your payment.

Skyfall

oneshots:

Rabbithole

Silva cyber-stalks you, and you really, truly don't notice.

Just Follow Along

Silva 'helps' you plan your escape from his headquarters

Ranfren

Long Fics:

Cat Dragged In (in progress)

The Ivory household gains a new pet; and she sure does question the status quo.

Short Fics/oneshots:

It Needs Doing.

Luther's had more than enough; and she recognizes it.

Crossover fic:

Stress relief

Luther's capital S Scheming allows the house a good opportunity for, well. Some stress relief. (It's you. You're the stress relief.)

No Country For Old Men

(this is about to get embarrassing- everyone look away)

Long Fics:

Out Of Country (completed)

Set 5 years after the events of No Country; Anton is tasked with a pick up.

The Old Ways (In progress)

What if the way Anton presents himself is from a different cause? (I.e. A/B/O re-imagining; a pretty feel-good story in comparison to other long fics I have)

Moby Dick (completed)

"Can you feel it when someone else is watching you? A lot of people thought so.” - Cormack McCarthy, No Country For Old Men.

(or: Anton is 30% crazier, and it's doomed from the start. Dead Dove Do Not Eat and severe content warnings.)

Short fics/oneshots:

Let Me Keep the Colour

A slice of nightlife, from someone who's struck a deal with Anton.

By the Lamplight (AFAB only - AMAB chapter potentially coming?)

He breaks into your hotel room.

By the Streetlamps (AFAB only- AMAB chapter potentially coming?)

Direct sequel, thematically, to By the Lamplight. You get him back.

See no Evil (AFAB only- AMAB chapters potentially coming on request)

Can you witness something, when you're blind?

Careful, He Bites.

The cat and mouse chase scene from the book goes very differently. (i.e. Llewelyn isn't an idiot)

Rocking the Boat

Anton fixes the local siren problem.

Stay in the Dark (3 chapters, completed)

Anton takes advantage of a vulnerable position. He sees her having got out of one impossible situation; and wants her to try her hands at another.

Heel.

Association is a hell of a thing (and so is the way Anton views other people).

In Front of the Fire (please, can't I come in?)

He keeps you out while it's snowing. How rude.

In For a Twig, In For a Switch.

Anton uses a good excuse to scare you. And then some.

Happy Holidays to You.

Anton comes home for Christmas.

Meet Me in the Hallway.

(Older) Anton teaches evolutionary psychology at university; and more besides.

When the Wolf Comes Home

Some hurt and comfort with a werewolf Anton

Trouble in Paradise

He turns up at the doorstep of his ex-wife. Perfect.

Crossing the Threshold

A night in the life, roughly a year after the events of Meet Me In The Hallway. (or: profton two electric boogaloo)

Beggars Can't Choose at all.

Anton fucked up. You deal with it.

Scratching at the Glass

Hybrid Anton won't leave you alone. Why is that? (Catton timeeeeee we all go crazy for him)

Kinktober 2024 (Antober)

There are many prompts. There are many fics. All are, in my opinion, good, especially if you actually enjoy the kink/prompt listed. There is also occasionally gross things, because I think (correctly) Anton is a freak.

[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.”

[sewinrat]

YEAH UR WRITING IS AWESOME IM IN LOVE W THAT FIC!!!!N Im rlly sorry for forgetting write more details abt it!!

wondering if u could do Nyen x rat reader ^.^

ahahah sorry if Im requesting a lot Im js desperate n ur the only active ranfren fanfiction writer

It's fine. I understand. Also sorry I'm late with this thing

"Do you really have to hunt us everytime you see us?" You asked Nyen who is reading 'My Alter Ego Is A Turtle God Who Loves My Ex Boyfriend', from the ceiling in a hole. "My master is still stressed these days because of the last Christmas. His stress will only get worse if he saw a rat or a mouse roaming around," he replies - remarked - back to you while Still paying attention to his book. You raise an eyebrow at him, putting you chin on the palm of your hand and asked once more, "So why am I still here?"

Nyen didn't respond. Maybe he doesn't know. Why didn't he killed you? This is pretty rare of Nyen. Really rare actually and you're taking the opportunity to tease him, "Aww~ is the tom cat going soft for a little ol' me the rat?~" in a mocking baby voice.

"Shut up." He demands. He glared at you for a moment before going back to read. You laugh at him before you quiet down. You both sit around in silence for a while before you got tired and bored. You tried to turn back to crawl away but Nyen stopped you, "Why don't you just be with us?" This question made you physically stopped. "...What do you mean? I'm already part of the house!" you tried to joke it off.

"I mean, being one of the pets," he offered like it was possible. You sigh and look down at Nyen from the ceiling hole. "You know that's not possible, love." You lean down carefully to do an eskimo kiss(nose rub) to him as comfort. "Your master will never accept me as a pet. Maybe the kid with glasses will but I'm sure you don't want that," you rationalise with him. Nyen nods in disappointment.

You glance behind you back into the ceiling hole and gave Nyen one last kiss to the cheek. "I have to go now. I'll see you later. Our food are running out so I'm sure he'll attempt to get food from your fridge. I know you're still a cat but still, hold back a little will ya?" Nyen chuckles, "No promises."

[deathbyglee]

ATENTION ALL ADULT RANFREN FANS ON TUMBLR

I HAVE DECIDED TO CREATE AN NSFW SPACE FOR ADULTS AND RANFREN

I WILL NEED TO APPROVE YOU BEFORE JOINING ALL SUBJECT MATTER (as long as it ONLY involves fictional characters) ARE ALLOWED but be warned i'm a bit judgy hehe.

There will be roles and separate channels in place so you won't see anything you don't like of course!!

NO MINORS OR APROVAL OF REAL WORLD CRIMES

I will do my best to make sure all members are safe people who separate fic and irl so that no ACTUAL bad peeps are allowed, goodnight!!

[ranfren-confessions]

I hate Spanish ranfren fan fics with a burning passion get that shit away from me 😇😇

[omosnail]

INTRO POST!! YAY!!!

tw for fandoms who dont wanna see this,

this is omorashi stuff loll

Im omosnail but u can just call me snail :3

im 19 and i do omo blurbs!! i usually dont do full-length fics, I'm still not the best at writing yet :p

im in like a BUNCH of fandoms, and i usually write for fandoms n such, but sometimes ill do non specific writing

i do male and fem omo!! i like girls n guys so.... teehee...

btw this isnt my main so i u wont see me liking things much, i mostly reblog things i like (≧∇≦)/

(btw i dont tag fandoms as to not get attacked, i just write the characters name usualllyy)

i also draw. i might post art, but its like bad.

CHARACTERS I MAINLY WRITE FOR!! (or, if i know the show, ill write for them, so request!)

DEMON SLAYER

•Zenitsu

•Inosuke

• Mitsuri

DUNMESH

•Chilchuck

•Laios

•Falin

•Marcille

•Senshi

DRAGON BALL

•Yamcha

•Lord beerus

•Launch

•Bulma

EXTRAS

•Zuko (alta)

•Pim (smiling friends)

•Karkat (HS)

•Nepeta (HS)

•seven (scissor seven)

•characters played by paul dano...

•Sebastian (ranfren)

• SO many jjba characters.

TY FOR READING!!! :3 this is mostly it for now, but ill likey update this if anything,.. REQUESTS R OPEN!! if it dosent state im in a fandom, request it anyway! i might know it, because theres a whole lot i didnt state here ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

[apple-coring]

when the ranfren fic got luther with a cunt

[ebeane]

Welcome To My Page!!

(REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)

About me*

Hello, I'm E nice to meet ya. I started writing cuz I have a lot of ideas for fics about my favorite characters and I didn't find any fan fics that really satisfied me, so I took things into my own hands!!!

Fandom I am writing for*

Currently, I am only writing for Mha (sorry..) AND ALL MY FICS WILL HAVE THE CHARACTERS AGED UP!!

UPDATE!- I will do Smut and fanfics for Ranfren but only Nyen, Nyon, Luther, and Randal!

What I write about

I write mostly NSFW but I'll sometimes do fluff, not a big fan on angst but I'll try doing it if I get requests. Most of my writing will be yandere type. *-*

RULES FOR REQUESTING!

*No piss kink/ or anything gross

*No Minor x adult

*I'll only do fem x male character.

(Only because I don't really know how to do anything else and don't want to butcher it)

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Other than that I'll probably write anything you request, but if I don't like something, I won't write the request.