#nyon ranfren x reader

[nyonyen]

Nyon x reader

HEATWAVE

nyon x f!reader | AO3 | 18+ ᴛᴀɢs: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, semi-public, tw celsius usage ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ: this 4koma cap did lol

The midst of the July heat hit the Ivory household like a punch to the gut. With the sun blazing directly onto the dilapidated shingles of the roof, the minutes felt like hours. You lay on the kitchen floor, hoping that the inherently cooled tiles would provide some semblance of relief from this hell.

Luther and Nyen had ventured out into the swelter, braving it to find out what exactly was wrong with the HVAC. Meanwhile, Sebastian was busy crunching on ice upstairs while Randal yelled obscenities at him— it seemed as if all was perhaps normal.

You look up at the ceiling, never having noticed the various stains. As you pondered on whether or not all this chaos you had found yourself in was due to the possible prevalence of black mold, Nyon came into view. He stared down at you, wide-eyed as usual, taking in your disheveled appearance— you had donned what seemed only appropriate for this scorcher. Apparently, a tank top and shorts were something Nyon deemed ogle-worthy.

“Do you need something?” You asked, mildly perturbed at how his gaze had begun to make you sweat even more. “You’re, uh… blocking the fan.”

He quickly moves off to the side, allowing the oscillating contraption to blow that beautiful recirculated air into your face. Nyon hums, and kneels next to you on the tile, “You are hot, yes?”

You stifle a laugh at his phrasing, but nod, “Yes, incredibly. Are you? You’re still wearing that sweatshirt…”

“Yes, I am sweating buckets,” Nyon nods earnestly, as if you said something obvious, “Of course, it is my shirt. Why take it off?”

Sighing, you get up to his level, “Nyon, you have to take it off if you want to not sweat so much. It’s like… 40 degrees, you’ll get heat stroke.”

He shuffles away at this nervously, tied between the fear of succumbing to the weather and the fear of taking off his favorite shirt, “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t make me take it off for you,” you huff, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but realizing the gravity of the situation. “Please?”

Nyon doesn’t relent, causing you to weigh the outcomes: either you don’t do it, and he keels over, with Luther getting upset with you, or you do it, and Nyon gets upset with you. Deciding that you’d rather not incur the wrath of the catman’s master, you begin to pull up the hem. He starts to sweat visibly now but doesn’t stop your movements.

Despite his not stopping you, he doesn’t exactly aid in your decision. You finally manage to pull the offending yellow item off of his head without catching it on his ears. Nyon looks away, embarrassed at the entirety of the situation, and you look away as well.

His breathing speeds up as you clear your throat, “Now, that's much better, isn't it?”

You can't help but finally bring your gaze back to him, and you're met with a few surprises: you hadn't realized that he was pretty fit, his hair seemed to perfectly match his chest hair, and he looked fantastic without a shirt on.

“Thank you,” he speaks softly, still flush, “I feel better somewhat, yes…”

Nyon meets your gaze, his lip trembling softly as he tries to say something more. His eyes dart around your body again, and you haven't the wherewithal to deny yourself that pleasure with him as well.

“You look so…” He whispers, almost to himself, “Like a model.”

“I could say the same to you,” you laugh, blush beginning to creep up your neck again.

Nyon leans towards you slightly, and maybe it’s the stupor of the heat, but you find yourself closing the distance between you two. The slightest of whimpers emanates from his throat as you kiss, and he quickly returns it— just as desperately. Neither of you understands it, but the warmth that seemed so frustrating just a moment prior is now just a backdrop for this newfound passion.

Your tongue darts all over his bottom lip, and Nyon quickly parts them— allowing you to taste him for the first time. The joint he had an hour or so ago lingered on his tongue, a scent you were already so used to because of him. You relished in the familiarity as his tongue entered your mouth as well. It explores your mouth, memorizing every aspect as his shaky hands move to grab your shoulders. He anchors himself with this as he begins to suck on your tongue, causing you to moan in delight.

The two of you separate, chests heaving in tandem, eyes lidded and wild. With no words exchanged, Nyon leans down to kiss at your jawline. Moving further down, he lapped at your neck sweetly, savoring the salty taste of your sweat as you trembled in his embrace. He hums quietly, something almost like a purr as you rake your fingers down his chest.

“Nyon,” you whisper, feeling the knot in your stomach becoming increasingly uncomfortable, “Need you, please…”

He paused in his licks, pulling back to look at you with lidded eyes. With a simple nod, he pulls your tank top off, now reveling in your newly exposed breasts. Nyon paws at them, thanking the powers that be that there was no bra in the same for him to have to mess with.

Neither of you seemed to care that you were in the middle of the Ivory’s kitchen, defining the tile floor Luther so lovingly mops every day.

Sucking frantic hickies into your glistening skin, he fumbles with the hem of your shorts— it was so hard to multitask with your chest in his face and mouth. You help him by quickly kicking them off, leaving you bare, minus your panties.

Pulling back from your body, you can fully take in Nyon’s disheveled appearance. His ears were all lopsided, and his so-called whiskers were smeared. His chest heaves as he takes in your appearance as well, “So beautiful… please?”

You don't know exactly what he's pleading for, but you get the gist of it when you nod and he begins to kiss down your abdomen. His nips and bites felt like heaven, and you could barely hold back your noises of pleasure as he finally began to toy with your hemline.

Momentarily looking up at you, perhaps for permission, you only give him one look that has him pulling your panties to the side. Nyon hums happily as he takes in your scent, practically nuzzling against your arousal— before finally beginning to lick. His tongue licks up a wide stripe, from your entrance to your clit, and you shudder.

Your hand goes to grab at his bluish hair, pulling ever so slightly. He mewls at this, his ministrations speeding up as he revels in your attention and satisfaction.

“Fuck, Nyon!” you moan, trying to keep your voice down despite everything. “You're doing so good, oh…”

His throat, yet again, rumbled with a purr as you praised him, and his movements never ceased. He sucks at your clit, timing it with his incessant licks at your entrance, and you feel yourself inching toward that familiar precipice. Feeling your increased excitement, Nyon reaches a hand up to grasp at your chest, kneading along with the pace he’s set for you. His other hand’s index and middle fingers began to tease— you had no idea how one man could be so coordinated. He enters you, curling as he goes, causing your head to loll back even further.

“Oh, please, please…”

Your mantra of pleadings was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but grin as he rolled his tongue against your clit in his mouth. Nyon’s hand that was pawing your chest blindly reached down to hold one of your legs apart, keeping you from subconsciously denying yourself the release he needed you to have.

“Let go,” he pants, leaving your warmth only for a second, “Let go for me.”

His words may have fallen upon deaf ears, but your body felt them nonetheless. Your eyes shut tightly, feeling every sensation he was giving you, and a white-hot pleasure shot through your system. Nyon continued to paw and suck at you through your orgasm, not once stopping for his own comfort. Your hips rocked against his face and fingers, and he practically nuzzled against you.

As your breathing calmed, his fingers left your warmth slowly. He kissed where your hips met your thighs, whispering things only he could hear. The slight sheen that coated both your bodies suddenly felt cool after everything, and you couldn’t help but giggle tiredly. Nyon smiles and begins to lap all of your wetness up.

#nyon ranfren x reader #nyon catman x reader #nyon x reader #ranfren x reader #✎

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

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

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

#ranfren #ranfren x reader #ranfren fanart #ranfren x your #x reader comic #ranfren nyon

[sewinrat]

Heyy can u do nyen n nyon x cat reader who Luther has adopted just to keep his other cats entertained??? lol thought this was creative since a lot of cat owners do that

have a nice dayy

*Reader is gn. Can be read as platonic or romantic really.(There's not really much entertainment here sorry)

"My dear cats, I got you two a new cat to play with!" Luther called out happily to Nyen and Nyon as you are walking with him from behind with a smile and looking around in curiosity. Nyen and Nyon both perked up at his voice, saw you and didn't say much. They really don't know how to take this in but they don't really mind that much.

"Now, play nice okay? They're part of the family now." Luther encourage you to talk to them as he push you gently towards them. You eagerly wave hi at them. They just glance at each other and then nodded at you. You didn't mind that much and instead just skipped towards the one with floppy cat ears and lay down beside him on the floor. Then you sniff him to get his scent and started to purr as a friendly greeting. Nyon looks hesitant before he went ahead and sniff you to get your scent. He then just decides to leave you be and went back asleep to your purring. (Cats sniff each other when first met - don't be alarmed.)

Nyen however was another problem. He's violent and he technically doesn't give much care except only for tolerance. But since you don't know any of this, you wanted to invite him in on a catnap together. At first, he hissed at you because you are unfamiliar but since his master was the one who brought you, he doesn't do much to try and kill you immediately. He knows that he's the top of the pets anyways so he knows you're basically under him in rank.

You stand up and walk towards the other cat with a Nevada shirt who in returned, hissed again as a warning. He's starting to growl as well. You don't mind this and continue onwards while he tries to back away. You jump at him and wrap your arms around him, trapping his arms so it doesn't try to hit you. He tried to escape your grip but you were so persistent that you use all your strength to keep him in place. You drag him towards where Nyon is sleeping soundly. You lay down beside him again and brought down a squirming Nyen down with you on your other open side. You make him lay down on the floor as you lay on top of him to stop him from moving so much and start purring without a care in the world. Eventually, and by eventually I mean, after a VERY long time, Nyen just gave up. He instead just decides 'whatever' and started to catnap with you and a surprisingly quiet Nyon who didn't even realised what happened.

Luther who was there the whole time, watching it all go down, exclaimed softly and enthusiastically, "Aww they're getting along so well~♡"

#ranfren #randal’s friends #ranfren x reader #x reader #nyen #nyen catman #nyon #nyon catman #nyen x reader #nyon x reader #sincerely sewer rat #Idk how go get this entertaining besides a catnap #reader is strong

[plagueoffools]

RANFREN

MASTERLIST

NOTE : I do not support the various controversial actions done by CaptainHowdie ( the creator ).

[ RANFREN ]

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

#ranfren #randal ivory #luther von ivory #nyen catman #nyon catman #sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs #ranfren x reader

[monalogs]

Relax | Nyon

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

➷ CWs - Drug use (weed), grinding, use of Russian words (translations provided at the end), making out, just Nyon being sweet :)

a/n - pumped this out in a few hours, i got too excited LOL. apologies for any mistakes. p.s can you tell i haven't smoked in literal years

You huff, finally completing cleaning the kitchen. It had been a long day in the Ivory household, well, for you at least. A bulk of the chores tended to fall on you and with the antics the house seemed to get into, they piled up quickly.

It was annoying for sure, you rarely got any help. Nyen was the type to add dishes to the sink while you were washing them, Luther was always busy with other things, Randal made most of the messes, and even and Sebastian barely took notice of your effort. You couldn't catch a break.

Well, except Nyon.

The quiet catman actually did assist you most days, much to your relief. You never asked him to, he just did. You really appreciated the silent connection you both had. With all the personality between these walls, when it came down to it, you both kept the most level heads. You're sure the house wouldn't function the same without that.

Which is why you are so frustrated today. You haven’t seen Nyon all day. Again, he wasn't obligated to help you per say, but he lived in this house just as much as you did. So why are you doing all the work?

Your back and feet ached terribly, and you still needed to do laundry. Groaning, you turn a corner when you bump into someone– Nyon, coincidentally.

Usually, you smile and try to small-talk him (despite his standoff behavior) but today, you are so irked you scoff and put down the full laundry basket on the ground. “Your clothes are in here, y’know.” Nyon watches you cross your arms.

His face is stoic, as usual. He stares at you while you stare back at him. It's awkward, and you realize how stupid it is to expect some response from him. You go to pick the basket up again when you feel him grab your shoulder. Looking up, you expect another stare, but he's sheepishly looking off to the side before muttering, “Come.”

Before you can ask, he's walking off, making you follow him. You realize you've walked into his room, where he shuts the door behind him. “Okay… what is it? I still have things to do, Nyon.”

You're still giving him that attitude and Nyon hates that. He didn't mean to be out all day, he wanted to surprise you with something. He knows how stressed you’ve been.

He motions you to sit on the messy bed with him, and despite your tone, you listen. “ Мне жаль, I know you are tired.” His accent is low and smooth, giving a weird butterfly feeling in your stomach you weren't used to. He didn't talk much, but was his voice always so… enticing?

Suddenly, all the peeves you had with him were gone. You shift on the bed as he continues, “I got us this.” He pulls out a zipped baggie and reaches in to reveal… a joint.

It’s silent for a second before you let out a laugh. “Really? You got us a joint?” You giggle as he rubs his neck, “We don’t need to do it if you don’t wish–” Cutting him off, you lean forward close to him, “Oh, no, we are. I fucking need this, light it.”

Nyon gulps to himself, when did it get warm in here? He quickly lights it per your request, making sure it's ready as he passes it to you. With a big inhale, the smoke fills your lungs– and you immediately cough it all out. Now, it's Nyon’s turn to let out a chuckle. It’s small, but it's enough to make you giggle too. You push his shoulder in a playful way, “Hey, it's been a while for me!”

He takes the lit joint from your hand while you still recover from the burn in your lungs. Swiftly, he takes a massive puff from the joint, and expertly keeps it down before he releases the smoke. Your jaw hangs, “So you do this often?” Nyon shows a small smirk, “Eh, time to time.”

Time passes and before long, the joint has been passed between you two enough for you to really start to feel it. Finally, you tap out and lay on the bed, satisfied with the fuzzy feeling going up and down your body. Nyon takes the joint, setting it aside on an ashtray.

You motion him to lay beside you, and he hesitates for a second before he does. A couple inches separate you both, in the low lighting you can see his glossy eyes gaze back at you. You don’t know what you are thinking before you inch closer to him, placing a hand on his face. “Don’t be nervous, relax.”

Nyon’s eyelids hang low, “Do you feel good?” You hum, “Yeah, really good.” Nyon’s chest is noticeably moving in and out as sweat builds on his temples. “Remember, this is to relax.” You try to remind him when he suddenly lets out a curse in Russian you don't understand. “It's hard– it's hard to. You're so close. I want you closer, любимая.” He speaks quickly and without a thought you pull him into a deep kiss.

After you both separate, you roll on top of him. Straddling his hips, you lean down and kiss him more. He seems to have found some confidence, placing his hands on your hips as your tongues interlock.

When you pull away, you see his half lidded eyes and flushed face. Slowly, you start to grind against his hardness, the hazy feeling in your head becomes stronger when you feel the warmth between your legs.

“родная, take off our clothes, yes?” You nod and he follows suit, both tugging at each other’s clothes in between kisses. Finally, you lay exposed on the bed with him hovering over you. Everything moves quickly, feeling Nyon’s warm length rubbing against you.

Your hands trace the firmness of his body, you hadn't realized how attractive the catman really was. Maybe it was the THC talking, but you can't help but wrap your legs around him and pitch.

“Please, Nyon–” He hushes you, grinding against your slick warmth, his breaths heavy as you feel his heart beat through his chest, “Relax, любимая.”

You whine and pull him closer, “Don’t tease!” You're sure he can see the desire in your red eyes, pleading with him to just sink in. He pushes himself closer to you and aligns himself, kissing your neck before he murmurs, “Okay, okay.” How could he ever deny you?

He finally thrusts in, slowly, inch by inch before he completely fills you. Both of you have a groan escape your mouths. Nyon almost feels like he's about to burst right then, the sensation is so clear and strong. You feel heavenly, better than he ever used to imagine. He keeps himself from thrusting too hard, instead choosing to pace himself so he can savor this moment with you. You sound so beautiful, look so beautiful, staring at him with those glossy lidded eyes. He wants to make sure you feel every inch of him.

“So sweet, (Y/N). So sweet and perfect, только для меня” His kisses trail down your neck, meeting your collar bone, leaving hickies. Your moans fill the room, not even realizing how loud you are being, fully focusing on the heat consuming your body. “Cute sounds.” Nyon says through passionate huffs. He appreciates his silence typically; himself barely letting out any noises, but he wants to hear it all from you, every whine and moan.

It isn't long before your moans turn into whines, reaching your tipping point when Nyon hits that spot that makes you tighten around him over and over again. “You want to come?” You nod and wrap around him closer, “Yes, yes– Don’t stop!” Nyon listens, pistoning in and out with such intensity you swear you see stars. Finally, you cross your legs behind Nyon’s back, arching your back as you come undone around him.

Soon, Nyon can’t keep himself together when the sensation of your tightness becomes too much. “Ебать–” He pulls himself out and shoots white all over your heaving stomach. It’s a lot , how long has he been holding this in? He slouches over you, observing your sweaty face, “Sorry, mess.”

You shush him, pulling him to lay next to you once again. “No, no, don't worry. It was amazing.” You giggle, still feeling the high linger on your body. It’s less intense, now you just feel tired.

Nyon shows you a small smile as you wrap your arms across his waist, big spooning him.

“I like you.” Nyon admits, letting go of a weight on his chest he had been holding for a while now. He feels like he's about to melt, it's like he didn't just fuck you, instead it's as if he’s a school girl confessing under a cherry tree.

He slowly turns his head to look at you, meeting your gaze. It's silent for a second, then you kiss his nose, “I do too.”

…

“I am hard again.”

Мне жаль - I'm sorry

любимая - darling

родная - dear

только для меня - only for me

Ебать - fuck

I apologize if anything is inaccurate! I used google translate. If anyone who knows Russian sees any mistakes, please tell me and I will fix them :)

#nyon x reader #nyon catman #ranfren #nyon ranfren #x reader #cw drug use #WEED #dark blog

[melonmilkshake]

Hello! I'm your local fanfic writer Simon nice to meet you ^_^

I'm only going to write for Ranfren since I'm not really interested in any other fanfics at this moment ♡

Request are open >_<

Please give details or I will ignore !

TW: my fanfics are gory, violent, and sexual. I do allow fluff but I will mostly write triggering things.

If you don't like what I write then block me.

You can request gore, vomit, guts, blood, sexual stuff (it can be anything but scat and feet.), you can request a genderbend version of a character or you can request them to have a different gentile EX: (Randal has a pussy instead of a dick) stuff like that. that's it really.

Categorys:

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

Smut

Characters you can request:

Randal Ivory

Sebastian

Satoru Tsukada

Luther Von Ivory

Nyon

Nyon

Nana

Kitty

Spider girl

Avalona

Yamada

Hitchhiker B & A

Donturn

And the ratmen

You get the point ♡

#oneshots #ranfren oneshots #ranfren x reader #randal ivory x reader #nyon x reader #nyen x reader #satoru tsukada x reader #luther von ivory x reader #ranfren #randals friends

[st4rgrllzx]

favorite characters from: cod, ranfren, and jjk?

cod: valeria,ghost,nikto,konig,soap,price,krueger,horangi !

jjk: shoko,nanami,gojo,geto,mahito,choso,nobara,yuji !

ranfren: randal,satoru,nyon,nyen,luther,all ratmen,carpet kitty !

#nyen catman #nyon catman #randals friends #ranfren fanart #ranfren #ranfren ratmen #satoru tsukada #ranfren randal #randall ivory #ghost cod #cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #carpet kitty

[nyonyen]

NSFW ALPHABET - nyon

AO3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

nyon loves to clean you and nuzzle up against you. if he scratched you, he’ll be sure to lick it. lick your scratches on him too, and he’ll be in heaven :)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s partial to his ears, of course. you might think they’re inanimate, but he adores it when you pet them. he loves your hands, especially when they’re all over him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming on your chest, but will never admit it. and boy, he cums a LOT

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

terminal panty sniffer and pillow humper

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very much at all, but this doesn’t mean he’s a virgin. nyon is very gentle and notices reactions, so be prepared for an attentive partner

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press when he’s desperate, riding when he wants your dominance (please scratch down his chest lol)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he thinks he’s pretty goofy, but you don’t see it. language barrier?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he definitely trims, but it’s there!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it’s very obvious how head over heels nyon is during the heat of the moment, the desperation is less needing to get off and more needing your touch

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jerks it way more than he wants to admit. see entry d for more information

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

anything masochistic, would even let you gut-punch him. down for pegging, he loves the idea of being filled by you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

luther’s bed, but there’s always a huge twinge of guilt. it seems super hot in the moment! oh, and in nyen’s bunk

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

getting hurt, being pet behind the ear, and being tickled

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nyon hates getting his ears pulled, do that and he’ll bite you (unsexy)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

will stay down there until you tap out, brother is a CHAMP who takes pride in his work. he loves it when you hold down his hips when he gets too eager to receive, especially when you dig your nails in

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

totally 50/50 on this one. he’ll be extreme in either direction though

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

sadly, this is most of what he has to do, since he’s always there for luther. the hardships of being a good kitty…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he doesn’t initiate much of the experimentation, but he’s game for anything once!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

it depends on the day. he either falls asleep as soon as he cums, or he’s going till YOU pass out

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

owns a small bullet vibrator and the tiniest of butt plugs. don’t ask where he got them, he’ll never tell. nyon loves using toys on you, especially vibes. seeing you squirm is delightful

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease much at all frankly, unless you ask him to. he then learns how much he likes it :)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

fairly quiet until you start teasing him, that’s when he starts to whimper & whine

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants his partner to act like a cat (or pet in general) for him, just to see what it's like. who knows, he might really like it!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s packing a good ol’ reliable five ½ inch, not super thick

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high, but is good at holding it in to save face (he’ll hump his pillow later)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as said in entry s, he can often fall asleep pretty fast

#nyon x reader #nyon catman x reader #nyon ranfren x reader #ranfren x reader #✎

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

Happy New Year everyone, it's the first X reader of the new year！

Your appearance in this cartoon is my hobby.

In addition, marijuana is completely prohibited by law in my country, and I do not have the opportunity to encounter drugs such as cannabis in my daily life．

The smell of cannabis is based on knowledge researched on the Internet, and may differ from your actual impressions．

#ranfren #ranfren x reader #ranfren x your #x reader comic #ranfren nyon #nyon catman #nyon x reader

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

He wiped after doing something. It's all up to your imagination🤔

#ranfren #ranfren x reader #ranfren x your #x reader comic #ranfren nyon

[nyonyen]

nyonyen's master-list

all my fics are 18+, heed the warnings/tags!

nsfw alphabet (ao3)

randal ivory luther von ivory nyen nyon sebastian satoru tsukada nana

forgive me father | gn!reader | randal gets a priest outfit (ao3) forgive me father p.2 | f!reader | randal teaches you another lesson (ao3)

sweet reverie | f!reader | meeting satoru goes better than expected (ao3)

puppy dog eyes | gn!reader | kitty reader + puppy randal (ao3)

tba

morning cigarette | f!reader | nyen has a thing for faux angry sex (ao3)

heatwave | f!reader | nyon & you deal with the heat (ao3)

tba

sweet reverie | f!reader | meeting satoru goes better than expected (ao3)

蛇革 / snakeskin | f!reader | grinding against nana (ao3)

nsfw alphabet (ao3)

takeuchi robert michael jr. ratman 3 ratman 4 ratman 5

#nyon x reader #nyen x reader #nana ranfren x reader #randal ivory x reader #luther von ivory x reader #sebastian ranfren x reader #satoru tsukada x reader #ranfren x reader

[sewinrat]

If you were one of Luther's Cat:

Obviously you're not a normal cat. No gender mentioned dw;

While Nyon has those floppy cat ears and Nyen has like a cat hat, you have a beret with cat ears. Do with that information as you will, but either way no one knows if it can come off.

You eat poison once. It was an accident. Trouble likes to linger around you but they can get worse as years went by.

You were the middle cat. What I meant by that is, both in role and personality. You were not as mean as Nyen can be but you were also not as nice as Nyon is.(Unless of course you have a different opinion.) Remember the tier list they had in Vol 1. Lucid 5? Yea, you're placed either in Dime, Ace or something else like Hearts/Diamonds but never higher than that in tier 4. Close to Tier 3 actually but Nyen can be petty.

Danger Level: MODERATE

You are often found around the kitchen or the living room. Any other parts of the house you might be seen is because you have to go there under an order or for other reason. Once, Sebastian found you somewhere in a hallway sitting on the floor terrifyingly staring at the wall.

Unlike Nyen, when it comes to vacuums, you're one of those that chill on it. Just pop hide your limbs, be a bun and sit on top of it. If this ever happens, Nyen usually respects you more than he does when you're off it. It doesn't last long tho.

Of course since you're Luther's cat, you are loyal to him. It's inevitable especially in the ivory house. Luther's house. Maybe when you were a regular human, you would've accidentally met him in Michigan. You lost everything before so why must you worry about your human life when you can be a cat while gaining inhuman traits from Luther. Don't mind whatever happens within the house, you can do anything under his permission.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You;

Randal: "Yeahh I don't care much about them.. However they're my favourite out of big brother's cats! They're willing to play with me unlike the other two! It's fun since Sebastian don't play my games. I would call them my friend if it weren't for the fact that they're big brother's... And also the fact they can act like him." In short, he would see you as his friend but non friend.

Sebastian: "O-oh.. Who are you? Uh uhm.. okay? I guess they're fine. They're not as crazy as that other one.. but they still make me uncomfortable.. especially when they stare at the wall for no reason. I just hope they won't try to kill me.." He's afraid but he's fine. He can tolerate.

Nyen: "Oh them? I guess they're okay. They're boring to me but they are terrifying when they're on the damn vacuum. *shivers* eugh.. thinking about it makes me sick. Don't tell them that or else I would have to suffer their smug smile for a while." He doesn't care much. Don't try to snitch on him.

Nyon: "... They're okay." He's too quiet on the matter but don't worry, he likes you. You're not mean as Nyen. If anything, you also amuse him randomly. Especially when he saw you intimidating Nyen one time.

Luther: "Ah yes, one of my lovely cats. Out of the other two, as a kitten, they act so good. Better than the two. However, I love them all equally. As they grew older, it seems that trouble stirs around them more but it's fine. It's not as troublesome as some of the things Randal puts himself into. Now, while you are here, come have tea or please leave." His opinion has not changed. He loves you just as much as he loves his family.

Bonus! Ratman Robert: "How the hell did you get here? Whatever, you don't look like one of them. The middle cat? No comment. I don't know if I should be afraid that they seem to be plotting something or grateful they don't attack us when they see us. I would like it better if they don't stare at the wall. It's uncomfortable to feel their eyes on me." He's scared. But he would offer you food that he has as peace offering one day. Don't eat him.

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In this comic you are kept as a human pet by Randall.

Your appearance in the cartoon is my taste.

I use a translator to draw my pictures, so I may be using strange words.If so, please let me know.

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introduction

hi! my name is valerie but my nicknames are : vivi , val ,valey , valeypoo. the fandoms im in include : ranfren,kny,cod,death note,jake johnnie and tara,hxh,jjk,tokyo revengers and many more that i prob forgot ab.. i dont write as much but i will start writing headcanons someday! feel free to leave questions in my question box <3

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"Ku-Ku." | Randal Ivory

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

➷ CWs - Noncon, Master/Pet play, cunnilingus, fingering, slight bloodplay, unsafe sex, pain

a/n - randal brainrot, i adore this lil freak :3 first fic on this blog btw !! requests open (check my pinned) also ignore any mistakes

Luther Von Ivory scans his options presented to him, there are many animals, but he's looking for something specific. A human. He actually didn't know what his brother preferred in humans, but he's sure Randal wouldn't question Luther’s wonderful taste.

The employee gets to you, “She just came in.” He sees you kick around in the cage you were in, “Let me out! I’m not an animal!” Luther sticks a long finger through the bars of your enclosure. He winces when he feels you chomp down on it, quickly drawing it back.

“Are you sure this isn't a dog? I much prefer cats if that's the case.”

“She's a full blooded human! Trust me, found her hitchhiking on the side of the road myself.”

“Hm, okay then. I’ll take her.” Luther’s lucky he kept a sedative in his car. You’ll get trained later.

Randal basically squeals when he sees you, immediately pulling you out of the box and into his arms. For however drugged up you were, you could make out what they were saying perfectly.

He shook you, “Brother, you really didn't!”

“I did. Isn't she pretty?”

“Yeah! I like the way her eyes droop, the drool is a great touch too.”

“That's not permanent, Randal.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Well, her name is (Y/N).” You can barely mumble as you make out blurry beady eyes staring at you through thick rimmed glasses, “I want…to go… h…home.”

A bizarre giggle escaped his lips, ku ku? “Don't be silly, you are home now.”

You decided to just sleep.

Soon, you had to wake up. And when you do, you see you’ve been put in a frilly, black dress. It’s short sleeved with a white bow on the v-neckline, lace detailing follow the curve of your waist. You notice matching thigh-high black socks on you as well, though you didn't have on any shoes.

You are sober enough to note the room. Posters hang on the wall, all odd anime things, along with creepy dolls littering around that stare. It then hits you that you are sitting in a cushioned coffin.

Holy shit. This is some freak shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Before you can fully get up, the door slams open. “You’re awake!” It's the boy, Randal. You scream and jump back, falling back onto carpeted floor. Suddenly, he’s on top of you.

“Nyon reeeaaaallllyyyy got you in some cute clothes! You look like a doll! Very lifelike.” He seems to hum out the words as he straddles your hands to the side of your head.

“I want to go home! Let me go home!” You thrash beneath him, but he's freakishly strong for someone so lanky. His grip tightens on your wrists. “Nuh-uh. We bought you. Legally, you are mine.”

He keeps that toothy smile on his face, “Anyways, you were on the side of the road. You really didn't have a family, did you?” Randal laughs his weird laugh again while you stare at him with wide eyes, “Exactly what I thought!”

He doesn't loosen his grip as he brings his mouth down to lick your ear. You clamp up, “Don't… don't do that.” It comes out meekly, and though Randal isn't that intimidating in size, you feel dwarfed.

“Ah, I can train you however I want. I’m your master, remember?” Randal’s breath feels hot on the side of you before he licks you again, this time on your neck. “How about you say it? Say that I’m your master.”

You choke on a sob you didn't realize you were holding in as he murmurs into your ear, “Hey, listen to me.” Randal’s noticeably becoming more aggravated, his gloved nails are digging into your wrists now. He still keeps that terrible smile on his face.

With burning skin, you whisper, “You're… you’re my master…” Randal twists your wrists, “Louder for me.”

You cave in, “You're my master!” Finally, the pressure on your wrists is gone. He laughs again, moving one hand down to your waist while the other rests on your thigh. “Ku-ku, I like that!”

He fiddles with the side of your dress, slowly hiking it up to where your thighs and panties are fully exposed for him, the red on his face deepens. “You really are so so pretty! Soft, like a human pillow, so soft. I just wanna eat you.” He breathes heavily, “I just might.”

There's something prodding at the fabric on your thigh, he pulls them apart without much hesitation. “Please, don't.” Again, it’s quiet. He coos at your small plea, “Pets have to listen. Now, lift your ass.”

Finally, you're exposed to him. The dress is discarded next to you, along with your underwear. You want to curl up, hide, cover, anything. You can't. His grasp is too firm, and truthfully, you are scared. He doesn’t care to hurt you. He sees you as a pet, his human. That is your biggest flaw

Gloved fingers find your cunt, prodding at your entrance. Randal fiddles with the fly of his pants, pulling himself out. He strokes himself lazily, eyes glued to the sight of his fingers sinking into your pretty pussy. A small moan forces it way out of you, he has long fingers– like his brother. Soon, he’s knuckle deep, face inches from your slick heat.

“Hah, you're dripping!” You can't bare to look at him, head tilted in the air as you huff at the good

feeling. You aren't prepared when he suddenly sticks his tongue between your thighs. Oh. That gets a long moan out of you, “Nooo–”

Randal smirks, savoring your taste as he sloppily laps his tongue around his fingers and against your cunt. He can't help himself but jerk off his aching cock, getting off to your noises. He’s tasting you, but he wants more.

It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes that he’s been eating you out. It's creditably sloppy, drool drips down between you and you know he isn't great at it– but the eagerness makes a knot build in your abdomen. A loud moan mixes with your pleas when that knot snaps. You let go a pitched breath when he finally separates his tongue and fingers from you, moving to hover atop of you.

“I was right, you taste amazing.” He’s catching his breath, grabbing his cock as he aligns it between you, “You’ll feel amazing.” You want to beg but you know he wouldn't listen, why would you? You're just a pet. A pet he can do whatever to.

He rubs against you, teasing his tip at your entrance. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?” The shade on his face is heavy, his glasses are foggy but you can still see the glint of lust behind them, staring right at you. He grabs your face to look at him, “Say it. Tell your master you want it.” Again, he digs his nails into your puffy cheeks.

“Please– please master…” He roughly ruts against you, the side of his length rubs against your clit as he groans, “Fuck yeah!” Randal pitches, loud moans pull out of him, grabbing your clothed legs and angling them to rest on his shoulders, finally sinking his whole length into you.

You swear you see blood drip from his nose when he forces himself in, but you can't focus on it, he’s already moving in and out.

God, he's loud. Louder than you even, he can't keep himself together, clearly in bliss with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Ooooh– perfect, perfect pet!” Randal folds you, positioning roughly. He's trying to reach the deepest parts of you, he isn't concerned how your legs sting at the stretch. He's too focused on the way your tits bounce up and down, hypnotizing him to go deeper, faster.

You really are perfect, tight and wet around him. He wants to keep staring into your big, teary, eyes. It all aches him to get closer to you. He wants to fully consume you. For him to become a part of you. No, scratch that. You become a part of him.

“Hah, hah, you make your master feel soooo good.” He licks your tears, making you attempt to pull slightly from him, but he doesn't allow that to happen. Instead, he makes sure to fold you more, knees pressed against your chest in a way that makes you even tighter around him.

He’s speeding up, babbling about how good you feel. You feel like you can't even get a breath in now, it's hard to expand your lungs with your legs and Randal’s weight so close to your chest. Red blood drips onto your face and you look to see the pure lust Randal has spread across his face. You want to reach and wipe the blood so badly, feeling how it drips so closely to your mouth. Randal beats you to it first, gripping your face again and wiping his blood around with his thumb.

He laughs, smearing it across your face. Then, he tightens his grip again, his blood covered thumb rests on your quivering bottom lip, “Open up, doll.” You grit your teeth, trying to turn but his grasp locks you in place. “Ah, you should listen to your master.” You relent. “Good girl, ku-ku. I know you bite– don’t even try.” Then, he sticks his whole thumb in your mouth, rubbing it on the back of your tongue to make sure you taste the iron. You want to gag and bite, but you know you can't.

Randal finally draws his gloved thumb from your mouth, his blood replaced with your saliva. “Fuck– you feel so good, you me to come outside or inside? You– ah, tell me.” He’s twitching inside you, and quickly you shake your head, “No–”

“Kidding, I'm coming inside!”

Your stomach turns, and you hate the knot in your abdomen that makes you tighten around him, helping him come undone inside of you. He’s pumping white before you can even refuse, snapping his hips against you so hard you're sure you might bruise.

It's hard to tell how long it's been when Randal finally pulls out of you. You feel him drip down your sore legs, dampening your thigh-high socks. He eventually gets off on top of you as you both catch your breath. You lay on the carpet, a sticky and full sensation swallows you whole.

Randal has the nerve to snuggle next to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist and burying his face into your neck. The smallest sob gets stuck in your throat, there isn't any way to get out of this, is there?

“Sh, just go to sleep. You have more training later.” Ku-ku.

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U SHOULD DO NYEN NEXT!! ^^

Catfight | Nyen

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

➷ CWs - noncon, violence/aggression, injuries, degradation, dacryphilla, face slapping, scratching, face-fucking, breathplay. surprisingly no knives :0

a/n - was supposed to come out earlier today but tumblr gets picky about my internet connection and doesn’t work sometimes </3 this fic is just a leedle more longer so i hope you enjoy !! i’ve been appreciating all the support, as always requests are open :) another nyen fic was requested so expect that soon!!

Cats are territorial creatures. It takes a while for a cat to get used to a new pet in the house. Give it time. You should expect some aggression. Well, that's what Luther said anyways after Nyen scoffed and completely ignored you when you were introduced as Luther’s new catwoman pet. 

It's not like you did anything to him, actually trying to be nice in the beginning. It didn't matter how many times you wished him good morning or small talked. He’d still shove past you, saying the same thing,

“Don’t care. Die.”

Admittedly, It hurt your feelings at first. Nobody else had a problem with you. Luther’s other catman, Nyon, actually got along with you quite well. He already shared his “territory” so were you really intruding that much?

Or maybe it was because Luther spoiled you at first, buying you a cute dark blue skirt and dark top that dawned the word “cookie” (He chose it—of course.) along with your cat-hat that sported a floppy cat ear. However, it's been weeks since that. You’re sure whatever “new pet” jealousy he had would've died down by now.

It was concluded that after all that trying, at the end of the day, you aren't an ass-kisser. He wanted to be an asshole with you? You can be one back.

So you stopped being polite. You acted like he wasn't there, leaving the room instead of sticking it out whenever you two just happened to be alone. Simply rolling your eyes whenever he throws a stupid comment towards you. 

Sure, it was more tame than him literally shoving you and telling you he wanted you dead but it was clear that this got him livid. He wasn't worth trying to get along with, he wasn't worth your effort. 

Finally, after several more weeks of pettiness and frustration, he confronted you once you actually talked back to him after a snarky remark on a bad day. Cornering you in a lonesome room in the confusing house. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He stood tall in front of you, eyeing with a strong glare.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes like you always did, exasperated at his nerve to even ask you that, “My problem? You think I have a problem?” A chort leaves your lips, “If there's anyone with a problem—it's you.” With crossed arms, you return the glare. “Leave me alone now, asshat.” Heels turn to leave, not wanting to hear any more from him. However, you don't get a chance to even step a foot before Nyen harshly SLAMS you into the nearby wall.

“What—what the fuck!” The breath is taken out of your lungs, leaving you to slide down onto the floor in order to collect yourself in that split second. Nyen looms, not bothering to get on your level to speak to you, “Watch who you're talking to, I'll gut you right now.”

You're shaking, pain from the impact still vibrating throughout your body. Still, you futility keep yourself together and sharpen your gaze back at him. “Even if you wanted to—you can't. Luther likes me, and you're too much of an boot-licker to do anything—”

A swift kick meets your ribs causing you to hunch over in more pain. Nyen then crouches, grabbing a tuft of hair to force you to look at him. “Don't forget who’s higher on the hierarchy poster. You aren't worth anything besides sauntering around in a small skirt and cleaning after us like a maid.”

He lets go harshly, shoving your head in the process before getting up. Still feeling the burn in your chest, you begin to fester with anger. He can't just treat you like this. Just as he begins to walk away, you muster strength to get up and tackle him. 

“Huh—”

You straddle him while he tries to kick you off but you stay firmly put. Sharp nails scratch at his face, causing shallow lines of blood to pool. You're cursing at him furiously, hitting and scratching continuously. Nyen hisses— “You bitch!”

Just as fast as you had him down, he quickly shoves you off of him and topples you. You both trash against each other, now he's able to return some painful hits. After basically rolling around on the floor, he's able to overpower you once he BONKS your head against the carpeted ground.

Dizzy and hurt, you feel him keep you down with his body weight, crushing your legs and causing you to hiss in over growing ache. “Get off of me!” With hoarse breath, you attempt to flail around and scream but Nyen doesn't relent. 

Instead, he laughs maniacally as he shifts more of his weight and smacks your face. “Oh, no. I think you need to be reminded where the fuck you stand here.” He huffs and lifts the hem of your skirt, showing your underwear. Followed by flipping your shirt up above your bra, exposing yourself to him. 

You see a malicious grin spread across his rough, shaven face. You should smack yourself for not realizing the hardness you felt while you both tackled was something else. Well, if he wasn't smacking you around already.

His black, dagger-like nails trail your exposed skin, not scared to dig down and cause you to yelp—only to swipe across your thighs and do it again. Nyen then moves his hand beneath your underwear, rubbing his fingers against your heat. You push back a gasp, gritting your teeth and desperately trying to shut your pinned legs. 

He doesn't wait to stick a pair of fingers deep into you, staring intensely at your stressed reaction. “C’mon, don't got anything to say now?” You clench, you don't want to give him that satisfaction of your reactions. You seethe, because it feels good.

You try to keep it together when his fingers move in and out of you, but you can't ignore it when his thumb makes its way to rub your clit. He's harsh and fast, nails scratch your insides ever so slightly, causing you to clamp up around him. You can't let go of the feeling of his thumb circling your sensitive clit, a moan escapes you.

“You like that, slut?” Nyen speeds up and relishes on your hushed whines, cursing at him to just stop. He sees how your back arches slightly, and how your pretty tits are starting to spill from your bra. It's a nice sight, he likes how you were at each other's throat a few minutes ago, now he has you squirming around from a little fingering. You really are a slut.

Before you can reach your peak, Nyen pulls away. You breathe heavily, a pounding heartbeat reverberates in your ears. Once again, he towers over your hurt figure with furrowed brows before he snaps at you, “Get on your knees.” 

He stares at you intensely, and though his dark pupils stay stoic on your hunched over body, you clearly spot the pure anger in his eyes towards you. It says so much. You knew Nyen didn't like you, but you really are starting to think he hates you. This is beyond jealousy or distain. He just wants you to suffer because you are below him.

It seems he's sick of waiting for you to act, he scoffs before wrapping your hair around his strong hand, yanking you into a kneeling position. “You really don't listen.” SMACK. 

Overwhelmed tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the impact. Nyen still grips your hair, forcing your face against the dark denim of his pants. His clothed hardness pokes at your cheek, tears staining his crotch. “Take it out, whore. Don't make me do it.” You scowl, still feeling his claws digging into your scalp. 

With shaky hands, you pull down his fly and fish out his hard length. Veins trail along the side of it and his base flushes red against your hands, big and intimidating. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Put that dirty mouth of yours to use.” Nyen scorns, noticing your flaring eyes, hesitating. “Bite me. I dare you, slut.” With a furrowed face, you take his pulsing dick and gently place it in your mouth. Your tongue awkwardly sliding over his engorged tip. 

Nyen narrows his eyes at you, they're kitten licks, too shaky and soft to feel substantial. He observes the concept spread on your face, so uncomfortable and pathetic. It didn't matter that you were giving a sad excuse of a blowjob. He could get off on the fat tears that pooled down your face and the pure messiness of you.

Your hair and clothes are so disheveled it looks as if you just walked through the forest. You're bruising ever so slightly red on the side of your forehead, hits adorn your body, and he could chuckle at the matching scratches that sweep across both your faces. He thinks about how you would've looked even better if he had his knife with him. 

Twisting the hair he’s holding behind your head, he waits once you take his tip fully in your mouth and without warning—he snaps his hips up and pushes his cock down your throat.

You gag harshly as Nyen lets out a long groan, forcing your mouth to fully take him. Still, he never stops looking at you through half lidded eyes, grinning at how you struggle to even breathe now.

He doesn't waste time to start thrusting roughly into your mouth, clutching onto the back of your head to fully abuse your throat. You try to gasp in between thrusts but it's impossible. He’s blocking your airways. You continue to let out strangled noises, digging your nails into the denim of his jeans to let him know to give you some type of mercy.

Nyen doesn't listen—he continues to feverishly fuck your face for a grueling however long. Long enough for you to start to feel dizzy and see dots collect in your vision. For a second, you truly panic that he’s going to suffocate you with his dick.

He only pulls back when he visibly sees you start to turn blue and feel the sharpness on his thigh weaken. You gasp for air like a fish out of water, aching lungs finally filling with much needed oxygen before Nyen greedily forces his way into you again.

He’s enjoying how your continued strained whines and gags vibrate around his dick. He won't admit it… but shit, you feel so addictive. Nyen wants to just melt into you.

He genuinely has to keep reminding himself to not let you die by pulling out of your mouth every so often. Taking some joy in how you scramble for air before he inevitably slams back into your poor throat.

Large hands grip at the sides of your head now, hip movements become more and more sloppy. He’s grunting louder, the sensation of twitching in your mouth becoming more evident of how close he is now. “Fuck—this really is all you’re good for, huh? You're going to swallow all my cum like the useless slut you are.”

With a final snap from his hips, Nyen forces your head all the way down, nuzzling your nose into his crotch before he spurts salty cum deep down your esophagus. He doesn't give you any leniency, purposely making you choke as he empties into you. “All of it, whore.” 

Finally, once he's satisfied that you’ve tasted enough of him, he harshly pulls out his pulsating cock. Air feels like a commodity now, you almost feel as if he's going to shove his dick inside your mouth again in a few seconds. He doesn't though, instead he removes his hand from your hair and grabs his flushed length. 

Your vision is blurry and your knees are weak, barely able to focus. Still, you manage to see the smug look spread across his face. Suddenly, you feel a warm, quick smack on the side of your cheek. You blink and realize he’s dick slapping you. What fucking nerve.

Still aching, you don't bother to fight back or say something like you should. Everything truly hurts. Instead, you allow yourself to loll back and cover yourself as Nyen zips himself back into his pants. 

It's quiet. Nyen stands by and over you as you sit on the carpet, not sure what to do. Tears would be flowing if you had any left to cry. Both your eyes finally meet, and you can properly see the red scratches you left on his face. Nyen finally spits, “Get up. You look pathetic.” He then opens the door and leaves you to wallow.

It's like another slap to your face.

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