#nyen x reader

[irenic-seraphiine]

Failed Escape

✮⋆˙Pairing: Nyen x reader

✮⋆˙Cw: Violence, mentions of past violence, mentions of non-con, Stockholm Syndrome, kidnapping. Let me know if there’s any I missed

A/n: Hello! It’s been awhile. This fic is by far the most fucked up one I’ve written yet just due to the content that is mentioned. If you are uncomfortable with the topics or if you are triggered the I strongly advise you to not read!! You are responsible for what you read but if hate for anyone to be hurt because of my writing. So please don’t read if you are uncomfortable!! As always, non beta read.

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5 months and 21 days. 5 Months and 21 days you’ve been here. In this hell hole. In a forced one sided love, two sided hate relationship with a freak of man who spends his days being a sadistic asshole while pretending to be a cat.

After deciding to walk home after being ditched at a party your friends dragged you to you got kidnapped, waking up at, essentially, a human adoption center confused, scared and most of all, angry. Blah blah blah, a weirdo named Luther comes and “adopts” you, blah blah blah, he takes you home and you meet his little brother and the other “pets” of the house and blah blah blah the “head of pets” just so happens to take an interest in you.

You’re pretty sure he gets some sort of sexual pleasure from your pain. The amount of scars you’ve accumulated already from this Pink haired freak is honestly concerning, but no one seems to care other than you and that other guy, Sebastian or whatever. Try as you might, you can never seem to get away from Nyen… When you first came here you were given your own room, your own space, but now? That room that was previously yours? Yeah, it’s essentially storage now. Instead you get dragged to the bunk bed that Nyon and Nyen share, forced up the ladder and into the cramped space along with Nyen. And that space that you had? Gone. Disappeared with the wind. Yeah, now you have A Cat man, not a boy, a man, breathing down your neck.

Which of course makes your life harder. Nyen’s emotions are hard to predict. He’s an asshole who doesn’t seem to care about anyone but Luther. But sometimes, and only sometimes does it seem like he cares for you just a bit as well. After one of his fits of anger where he takes it out on you he’ll clean your wounds, he doesn’t look guilty for harming you, oh no, but after dressing your wounds he’ll give you a lick on the cheek, maybe a kiss on the forehead if there was a lot of blood.

After a session of being forced upon he’ll get you a cup of water and a snack, lighting a cigarette and pulling you to his chest in a fucked up way of ‘cuddling’. The hot and cold, love and hate actions he has with you keeps your head spinning and honestly pisses you off. Because sometimes, and only sometimes, you’ll find yourself leaning into his touch. You’ll find yourself thinking about Nyen and his stupid fucking sadistic grin and his dumb pink hair in a way that is far too soft and fond for your comfort. Which is why you have to leave.

You can’t stay here, it took a total of 5 months and 21 days for the effects of Stolkhom syndrome to start making it’s presence known, and you can feel it. You can tell which thoughts are yours and which isn’t now but in the future? Yeah, you can’t risk it. So, in the dead of night, you make a move on your plan. You sneak out of the hold of Nyen under the guise of having to use the bathroom, he grumbles and goes back to sleep after telling you to hurry up. Sneak down the hall and to the bathroom, opening and closing the door as if you just walked in. Quietly make your way to the door, and since Luther only keeps a simple lock on the door, it’s fairly easy to leave.

You’re out. The cold wind nips at your skin but in the moment, you don’t care. Run. Thats what you do. You pick a direction and start running, not caring anymore if you die out here, because you know. You know if you’re caught, whatever Luther and then Nyen has in store for you would be worse than anything out here.

30 minutes, and 4 miles. That’s how long it took and how far you got. The light of a car shining behind you scares you as you try running faster but as the car pass you you can see an angry Nyen in the familiar car that Luther owns. The car haphazardly stops in front of you and just as you try to switch direction your hair is grabbed and pulled, the painful sensation causing you to cry out. If only you were fast enough.

As you get slammed into the side of the car that’s all you can think about. If only you were fast enough.

The pissed off face of Nyen makes its way into your vision, the glint of sadism is ever present, now paired with a look of obsession as well but what scares you the most was the fact he only look pissed.

“Caught you.” Was the last thing you heard before your head was violently pulled forward and smashed into the car, effectively, knocking you out.

If only you were fast enough, maybe then this wouldn’t be a failed escape.

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A/n: If you’re curious on why I haven’t been posting it’s mostly because I’ve lost a bit of interest in Ranfren, I still love it but I’m not as obsessed with it as I used to when I started writing these fics. I’ve also started learning Chinese, which is really hard. On top of that I also started GED classes this month which is a whole nother thing. I promise I will try to write more but inspiration comes when inspiration comes. Nothing I can force.

[mmmfanfiction]

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

Randal-

🤓immediately says yes.

🤓he’s really excited to go outside with you

🤓may or may not ask Luther.

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

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

Sebastian-

🤡hesitant, but eventually agrees

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

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

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

🤡 9/10 because Randals there

Luther- 

👁️ does not wanna go out

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

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

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

Nyon-

🚬says yes.

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

🚬high asf

🚬10/10

Nyen-

🐺Side eyes you

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

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

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

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

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

The ratmen-

🐀no.

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

🐀actually Micheal and Ratman 3 go with you

🐀probably got just about everything on the menu

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

🐀3/10 your broke now

[monayen]

Psst..

*gives you a letter and runs away*

It says: Can you please write a fic where the (fem) reader is in heat and Nyen helps her out? Luther was supposed to help but he's not around (he's out of the house with Randal, Sebastian and Nyon)and that left the reader no choice. Also she's very desperate and really loud during it :>

Needy | Nyen

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

➷ CWs - animal heats, degradation, biting, dirty talk, teasing, unsafe sex, fingering, light scratching, begging / crying

a/n - ngl this one is realll dirty. lots of dirty talk and degradation that nyen definitely wouldn't say directly but this is my horndog blog and i do wat i want. i also am not that knowledgeable on "heats" but just take it as reader being incredibly horny. is that accurate to an animal heat? whatever! also someone put a gůn to my head and make me fix my masterlist page thanks enjoy

Your body feels like it’s on fire, skin hot and flushed as your heat takes hold. You pace restlessly around the room, your mind consumed with a primal need that coursed through your veins.

Normally, Luther would be there to help you through these episodes, soft and caring as he held you. But your heat came on sudden today, just when he was out with Randal, Sebastian, and Nyon. It would take hours for him to return, and with how your body ached, you weren't sure how much longer you could handle this feeling anymore.

Your lips were red and sore from biting back the moans that piled up in your throat. Every movement feeling like a rush of adrenaline that has your heart beating out your chest.

With your senses growing increasingly sensitive, you decided to strip to your underwear, the heat unbearable. It isn't anywhere near enough relief, but at least the rub of fabric doesn't feel as suffocating anymore.

You groan, now laying on your bed as your breathing scattered more and more. 

Shaky hands trail your bare torso, skin sticky with sweat. You immediately trembled, a hand moving against the fabric on your crotch. A loud moan escapes before you get the chance to bite it back, your fingers needily rubbing for any type of stimulation.

It wasn't enough, nowhere near enough. 

Whines spill from your mouth, eyes shut as you hump against your own shaky hands. You need something, someone now. 

“Can you shut up? You're so fucking loud.” 

A deep voice pulls you from your horny trance, eyes shooting open as you realize who's standing at the edge of your bed.

Nyen looms, his scowl sharp as his gaze lingers on your flushed figure, unmistakably eyeing you. Another wave of adrenaline floods your system, your heart pounding in your chest as your hands refuse to move from your aching heat.

You look up at him with big, needy eyes, “S-sorry, my heat– I just–” 

He cuts you off, head cocking to the side as he makes a face, “I can smell you too. You really can't control yourself?” His eyes rake over your sweat-slicked body, taking in how your fingers continue to graze the fabric of your underwear. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he steps closer to the bed.

"Fuck, you reek of desperation," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain even as his pupils dilate. "Can't even wait for master to come back and take care of you properly…”

You can't help but continue to whine, his words making your stomach twist as you rub for more stimulation, “Please,” You cry, cheeks flushed as you watch him put a knee on the bed, it sinking with the added weight.

He reaches out, roughly grabbing your wrist and yanking your hand away from your clothed crotch. Nyen brings your fingers to his face, inhaling deeply as he rolls his tongue over them. "Mmm, you're dripping.” He shoves your hand back, but still doesn't let you move your hands down to resume rubbing.

Nyen hovers over you, one hand fisting in the sheets beside your head as the other trails down your body, claws lightly scraping against your skin. "I could help you out, you know. Give you what you need so badly."

You arch helplessly, a needy whimper escaping your trembling lips, “Oh, p-please, please, help me! I can't– I can’t…” Your breathing jaggers, pathetically melting into his touch. 

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he growls, "You're so fucking pathetic, begging like a whore.” 

Nyen's other hand continues its torturously slow path down your body, his touch leaving tingling trails of heat in its wake. He hooks a finger under the damp fabric of your underwear, tugging it aside to expose your aching, dripping core.

"Look at you, so wet and ready," he sneers, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your swollen clit. "I bet you'd let anyone fuck you right now, wouldn't you? Desperate little slut."

You can only whine in response, mind foggy as he presses his heavy hand against your heat. He’s rough in his touch, much more than Luther. He isn't considering just how sensitive you are, instead choosing to immediately sink two fingers into your welcoming pussy just to watch you squirm.

“Nyen!” shaky moans keep spilling from you, each more desperate than the last. Nyen’s eyes darken, choppy bangs falling over his face as he leans in closer, sharp teeth grazing against the soft flesh on your shoulder.

He continues to set a brutal pace with his fingers, his free hand moving to roam over your sweaty skin, claws leaving red lines. He could feel how you shake beneath him, your body wound tight with tension. He takes in the sweet energy smell of your arousal, thick and heady in the air, making his own cock twitch in interest. The catman has never seen someone so needy before–hell, not even his own heats get him like this.

Pulling back, Nyen admires his handiwork–your face was beat red, lips parting as panting huffs escape. Your eyes were glazed with desire, pleading with him to bring you to come. It was a pathetic look on you, and he wonders just how sir handles you when you're like this.

"Fuck, you're such a mess," he growls, fingers pulling from your soaked cunt. "Not yet.”

He leans down, tongue swiping over your collarbone before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. You cry out, begging for his fingers to push back inside, your pussy clenching around nothing in desperation.

He moves to strip off his dark shirt, revealing his toned chest and arms. There's a sheen of sweat on his skin, making the hair there glisten in the dim light. His cock strains against his pants, the outline clearly visible and throbbing. You stare shamelessly, mind too far gone to even hold back the pure horny look on your lidded eyes.

Leaning forward again, his hands grip your thighs as he pushes them further apart as he settles between them. The head of his clothed cock prods at your entrance, smearing your arousal around. 

You're practically drooling for it, hips bucking up in an attempt to create more friction. A wet spot forms quickly, a mix of your own juices and his.

Nyen lets out a jagged breath, pulling back and quickly shucking off his pants to free his throbbing cock. It springs up, hard and heavy, the thick shaft covered in veins. The head is an angry red, already dripping with precum. He takes hold of the base and smacks the length of it against your cunt, making you gasp and writhe. 

“You want it?” Nyen growls, grinding against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your hips buck up, trying to take him inside, but he holds back, denying you what you so desperately crave.

"Please, Nyen," you whimper, your voice high and needy. "I can't take it anymore.”

His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open and exposed for him. The head of his cock catches on your clit with each hump, slickness coating his length. He's relishing in the teasing, but his own cock aches to sink right in, to feel you clench around him. 

"Nyen," you plead again, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I feel like I’m on fire.” 

Nyen just smirks, fisting his cock and giving it a few slow pumps. "You think you can take it, slut?”

You nod eagerly, reaching down to spread yourself open in offering. "Yes... Please... I want it... Want you..."

Growling, Nyen lines himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. With one sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, stretching you wide around his thick shaft.

You gasp at the sudden stretch, walls clenching tight around the thick intrusion. It feels much bigger than you expected, his thick length giving a splitting sensation. It’s almost too much, the burn of the stretch mixing with the intense pleasure of finally being fucked. 

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, mixing with your loud moans of pleasure. You hold on, nails scrabbling at Nyen's chest as he pumps roughly into you. 

"Shit," Nyen snarls, relishing in your warm walls. "How are you so f-fucking tight–” 

A little drool drips from the corner of your clenched mouth, mixing with the tears of pleasure that roll down your flushed face. The intensity of your heat makes everything feel ten times more intense, and all you can think about is needing more.

Your head feels light, your vision swimming, but you manage to keep it upright, barely able to focus on Nyen’s figure above you. With a surge of effort, you sit up, your hand finding the back of his head as you pull him closer, pressing your lips to his.

You half-expected him to pull away, to say something cruel and push you back down beneath him. But instead, he responds, his teeth grazing your lips as he leans in closer, deepening the kiss.

The flavor of smoke and beer lingers, mixing with the sweetness of your saliva. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you flush against him.

The kiss was hungry and desperate – mostly on your part. Enough that you practically cry when Nyen breaks the kiss to look at you. 

Your face is flushed, lips swollen and parted as you pant for air. Your hair is a wild mess, sticking to your sweat-slicked skin. But it's your eyes that draw his attention – glazed over with desire, the irises on your hazy eyes nearly swallowed by blown out pupils. 

Your moans echo off the walls, your body shaking beneath his harsh grasp on your hips. You're so close, the pleasure in your abdomen swirling and building until you feel like you're gonna pass out.

"Nyen," you gasp, not being able to hold back anymore, "I'm close!” 

Nyen grits his teeth, feeling his own orgasm forming tightly. He curses under his breath, a deep groan escaping him as he hurries his snaps against your hips. 

"That's it," Nyen growls, his voice rough, "Fuck– come for me, slut.”

Your whole body tenses, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over you. You cry out, your voice breaking on a sob of pleasure as your walls spasm around him. 

It's intense, almost too much to handle, but Nyen doesn't stop. He keeps fucking you through it, his cock hitting roughly inside you enough that you practically see stars. 

Nyen throws his head back with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release. Your cunt doesn't relent, squeezing and twisting around him as he fucks through the orgasm. 

Nyen collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He's panting, his chest heaving against yours as he tries to catch his breath. He's just as– if not more– spent, heart pattering as both your skins mix with sweat and come. 

After a moment, he pulls out, his softening cock slipping from your sensitive hole. You whimper at the loss, your pussy still twitching with aftershocks. 

He rolls off you with a lazy exhale, a huff of breath escaping his lips as he somehow pulls a cigarette from nowhere and lights it. He inhales deeply, the smoke swirling around him before he blows it into the air.

Your body still trembles, heat pulsing through you, lingering deep inside. Your gaze shifts to Nyen–his bare, sculpted chest rising and falling with each breath, his long fingers holding the cigarette to his lips, his skin slick with a sheen of perspiration and something else. The sight makes you bite your lip, a new wave of heat rushing over you.

You sit up swiftly, a flushed smile spreading across your face as you shift to straddle Nyen’s hips.

His cigarette hangs from his mouth, brows furrowing as he questions just how you’re up so fast. You don't give him enough time to say anything though, eagerly beginning to grind against his slick crotch. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He hisses, already feeling himself hardening from your touch. A desperate whine escapes you, eyes shut as you settle on top of him. “M-my heat–” you pitch louder, “Again. Please– I need it.”

[lemondytart]

Since i see you draw ranfren then i see no one request ranfren só......ranfren please

Take your time and drink some Water

Sorry this took a while ^^

"Familiar"

Any comment saying "Hi are you available for commission? DM me" instead of personally reaching out to me will be deleted. Thank you :)

[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~♡"

[kirammankisser]

✩ writing list !

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

fandoms/characters i want/will write for if requested !!! i’m new to writing on tumblr so i’m not sure how to start but lmk !!!?

you may request nsfw on any chars without sfw only! 

✩ adventure time

 ⋆✦ marshall lee

✩ call of duty

 ⋆✦ könig

 ⋆✦ simon “ghost” riley

✩ cry of fear

 ⋆✦ simon henriksson

✩ five nights at freddy’s

 ⋆✦ michael schmidt (movie)

 ⋆✦ sun/moon (sb)

 ⋆✦ gr freddy (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ william afton (movie+comics)

✩ the last of us

 ⋆✦ ellie

 ⋆✦ joel (sfw only.. sorry)

 ⋆✦ dina

 ⋆✦ abby

✩ randal’s friends/ranfren

 ⋆✦ randal von ivory

 ⋆✦ nyen

 ⋆✦ nyon

✩ scott pilgrim vs the world

 ⋆✦ scott pilgrim

 ⋆✦ wallace wells

 ⋆✦ todd ingram

 ⋆✦ ramona flowers

✩ stranger things

 ⋆✦ steve harrington

 ⋆✦ eddie munson

 ⋆✦ mike wheeler (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ johnathan byers

[yabadabadoodum]

NYEN PART 😼 (I got motivated)

A/n - guys I don’t even workout so if these workouts dont make sense dont cast a spell on me 🙏

you were new. Not new new or fresh out the center new. But new enough to know ..nyen was top 1. You were ‘lucky enough to breathe the same air as him.’ Or lucky enough to not get a knife at your throat when you tried to tease him.

So it was pretty much a surprise to everyone when he picked you up and sat you down and said “watch.” No hello, no hi, just..’watch’. It was even more of a surprise to see him let you in his presence while doing literal push ups,curl ups, bench-pressings or exotic workouts you didnt even know existed no hand push-up 🥹

But that was a one time thing..where he was in the mood for an audience, whats the point of having these beautiful,ethereal,majestic,outrageously veined arms if you aren’t gonna show it off? But one time turned into two..three and four. Until it became a daily thing. But not so daily to the point you went without being told, it was always nyen who had to pick you up and drop you. Right in the seat to watch him.

So why not make a small change?

-

You looked at the clock. Ticking , ticking and ticking no stopping either. You were bored. I mean who wouldn’t be bored staring at a clock tick for more than 30 minutes? With a grunt you hopped off the shelf and headed right for the ‘gym’ he called it. (Which was basically just the couch and his equipment) the sound of movements and the reek of sweat and dust filled your nose. A sign you were walking into nyens chamber. Seeing the horrendous beautiful sight of nyen sitting and risking popping a vein.

You plopped right down on the floor trusting your arms to hold you up. You could feel his usual glare on you, but not the ‘im gonna rip you piece to piece’ glare. The ‘the fuck?’ Kinda glare, thinking about it was quite humorous.

You watched nyen and his every movement. How his arms moved up and down, his every vein, how his hair looked in sweat, his whiskers, his purring, his eyes , his— wait what the fuck?

Snapping out of your thoughts. you come to realization that the #1 of the house was purring, in your presence. You wondered if it was him shaking because of the weight his body is taking or the risk of again, a vein popping.

But maybe he was actually purring. If anything you definitely thought you’d deserved to be #2 now because the #1 definitely tolerated you. You let out a chuckle but the moment you did you felt a sharp pain in your chest. You looked up to see him staring daggers right into you. Not the ‘the fuck?’ Look anymore, the ‘tell anyone im gonna make sure all 32 are out of your mouth’ look. which it was quite confusing how a single glare from him can cause pain ..did one of the daggers stab you or something?

Giving him a small nod of confirmation you got up and headed to the door. He gave the slightest of a nod back watching your every move like a hawk watching its prey. Which was quite terrifying because he could and definitely would tie you up and keep you as his. Which come on, it wouldn’t be as bad. But this was Nyen we’re talking about. It’d be anything BUT good.

So you ended up back to the top of the shelf, watching the clock tick.

You don’t know what was more important. The fact that Randal was strangling nyon , or how the purring in the distance stopped when you left

Bro guys tell me why I check my last post and the tags say nyon X nyen. I DIDNT mean to put that guys 💔 it was 2 am when I made it guys 🙁

Anywho @nyenlover69 <- thought you’d like this 🙂‍↔️

@somerandomgirlidkk here you go :3!!

[daisansekai]

I finally have a little time to draw even if it's getting shorter, so as I had a little time I wanted to try to make a "ranfren character x y/n" because its fun and why not

[nyenlover69]

✮⋆˙ Nyon X reader !!

! cw: Romance, kissing? Not much!!

! Ao3: Nyenlover69!

! Pairings: You and Nyon, obviously!

Summary: Getting sleep in the ivory household is hard with all the noise. During a restless night you try to find comfort in a certain someone. NOTE: Я тебя люблю means I love you!

The house was never truly quiet, but at least it had its quieter moments. Moments where the usual chaos faded into something softer, where only the steady chime of Luther’s old, “decorative” grandfather clock remained.

But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

Hours of tossing and turning, annoyed groans, and the faint screeching from down the hall had left you restless. It was bad enough being trapped in this hellhole, forced to sleep on a torn beanbag, but now, you couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest.

You were used to Randal’s late-night screaming, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. The sudden burst of cursing, followed by the unmistakable thud of something hitting the wall, probably another failed round of whatever game he was playing, jolted you fully awake.

Sighing, you rolled onto your side, pulling the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to drown out the noise. It didn’t help. The house was always too loud when you wanted silence, too quiet when you actually needed the noise.

“What the hell do I do now?”

The thought lingered, heavy with exhaustion. With another sigh, you forced yourself upright, peeling yourself off the beanbag chair and onto unsteady feet.

The old wooden floorboards groaned under your weight as you trudged forward, mindlessly drifting toward Nyon and Nyen’s shared bedroom. Randal’s shouting faded into nonsense (if it wasn’t already) as you carefully avoided the endless trinkets scattered across the dark hallways.

<3

After what felt like forever, your shaky hand finally reached for the worn-down doorknob, its cold metal surface pressing against your palm. Before you even registered what you were doing, you had already nudged the door open, peering cautiously into the shared bedroom.

The pungent scent of cigarette smoke and dust clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was an absolute mess—heaps of laundry were strewn across the floor, no doubt belonging to Nyen. You carefully stepped forward, scanning the room, your eyes landing on the bunk beds.

Nyon’s was empty.

The realization settled in slowly, a quiet, unexpected weight in your chest. The sheets were untouched, neatly folded, as if he hadn’t been there all night.

From the top bunk, a loud, obnoxious snore broke the silence.

You flinched, turning just in time to see Nyen sprawled out like he owned the place, one arm dangling lazily over the edge, face half-buried in his pillow. Another snore rattled through the air, followed by an unconscious grumble. Of course, he’d sleep through Randal’s yelling with all that snoring to cover it up.

You understood why he left immediately.

Your attention snapped back to the empty bed below. If Nyon wasn’t here… where was he?

<3

All you wanted was to sleep and maybe talk to the only person you felt comfortable around in this house, but life had other plans I guess.

Slowly, you navigated through the incomprehensible maze of winding hallways, past the creaking floorboards and eerie shadows that stretched along the walls. The house felt endless at night, shifting and restless. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the front door.

A breath of fresh air. That’s all you need right now.

The door creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping onto the worn, half-faded welcome mat. A soft breeze brushed against your skin, the cool night air offering a rare moment of relief. Moonlight casts long shadows across the porch, illuminating the old wooden planks beneath your feet.

Silence, at last.

You inhaled deeply, expecting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, the way the forest always smelled at night.

Instead, all you could smell was…smoke??

The vague scent curled faintly through the air, lingering, replacing what should have been fresh and calming. You turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.

Hunched against the far end of the porch, perched on a weakened wooden bench, Nyon sat still—motionless, yet unmistakably aware of you. His usual slouched posture made him blend into the night, almost disappearing into the flickering shadows cast by the porch lights. (Note: imagine his wide-eyed ass staring at u that’s SCARYY 😭😭)

You hadn’t even noticed him at first.

But he had noticed you.

<3

The faint glow of his MP3 player screen reflected in his tired eyes, the dim light flickering against the deep red circles beneath them. His head was bowed slightly, gaze unreadable, but you could feel the moment his attention shifted to you.

You hesitated.

Something about him looked… uneasy. Not in the way he usually was—quiet, awkward, keeping to himself—but tense. Like he hadn’t expected to be caught.

For a second, you considered leaving. You weren’t sure if he wanted company, and you felt bad for intruding. However, before you could decide, his eyes flickered up fully, locking onto yours—wide, surprised, unsure. And then, just as quickly, he looked away.

<3

“I… I’m sorry. Should I… er… leave you be?” you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the swift hum of the wind.

At the sound of your voice, Nyon stiffened, his shoulders rising just slightly, his grip tightening over his knees as if bracing for something. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, his body tense like a startled animal caught in the open. Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, his posture shifting ever so slightly as if willing himself to relax.

“…No. You may stay,” he murmured, barely above a breath.

His voice was steadier than his body. Even in the dim porch light, you could see the way his hands curled and uncurled against the fabric of his jeans, the way his breath came just a little uneven like he was focusing too hard on keeping it steady. Without looking at you, he shifted to the side, making the smallest amount of space. Not quite an invitation, but not a rejection either?

You hesitated, glancing at the newly opened space beside him. Was he… letting you sit with him? Was that for you?

Before your thoughts could catch up, exhaustion won over hesitation. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you forward until the old wooden bench creaked beneath your weight. The sound cut through the stillness, sharp and splintering, and you felt him react beside you, fingers twitching nervously.

You weren’t even that close, yet you could feel him go rigid, almost like he was caught between instinct and thought, unsure whether to lean into the moment or escape it entirely. He shifted ever so slightly, barely an inch, a quiet retreat assuredly, but not far enough to push you away.

The silence stretched, and for a while, neither of you moved.

Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled quietly, as if he had just made up his mind about something, before finally parting his lips to speak.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, distant, like the question had been lingering in his mind long before you arrived.

He still wouldn’t look at you. His eyes stayed fixed on the cigarette butt smashed against the porch floor, his gaze unfocused, like he was staring through it instead of at it. You watched as his fingers flexed against his knee as if they needed something to hold onto but had nothing to reach for.

You opened your mouth to answer—then paused. Instead of a response, all you did was move closer.

It was only then, in the dim, flickering porch light, that you noticed his face, half-lit by the glow, held the faintest trace of color. The tips of his ears, the curve of his cheekbone, just barely tinged pink.

He was blushing.

And you moved even closer.

<3

The space between you shrank, just enough that you could feel the faint tremor in his body, and hear the glitchy, muffled music spilling from his earbuds. The closer you got, the more you noticed—the way his hands started shaking aggressively against his lap, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if he was trying too hard to keep his breathing steady.

Frankly, it was getting awkward.

What were you supposed to do? Say something? Pretend you didn’t notice how nervous he was.

You hesitated before finally breaking the silence.

“…I can leave if you want. No hard feelings,” you murmured, voice softer than you intended.

For a moment, nothing. No response, just the quiet hum of the night and the flickering porch light casting unsteady shadows over his face.

You took that as a yes.

Just as you started to push yourself up, a hand shot out, grabbing yours. Not rough. Not forceful. But desperately, softly.

His fingers curled lightly around yours, hesitant, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but couldn’t let you go, either.

“…Please stay out here with me.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, unsteady in a way that tightened your chest. You sat back down, closer this time, your hands still entwined together. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up.

<3

“Would.. you like to… listen with me?”

Nyon’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. His fingers fumbled slightly with the MP3 player before he finally glanced at you, his soft red-rimmed eyes meeting yours for only a second before flickering away.

Even in the dim light, you could see the heat rising to his cheeks.

You smiled, tilting your head. “You didn’t have to ask, dummy.”

His breath hitched slightly, but he still reached out, pressing an earbud into your palm. His fingertips brushed against yours for barely a second before he pulled away, gripping the cord so tightly it might’ve popped.

The sound quality was terrible. Extremely. It was horrendous. Static-filled and distorted, the lyrics are barely recognizable. You had no idea what the song was, but honestly? You didn’t care.

The warmth of his shoulder was more distracting. You glanced at him again. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, his face still flushed.

God, he was cute.

Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Maybe it was how he kept stealing tiny glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

You smirked. You were too tired to think over what you were even saying at this point.

“You know…” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “You’re kind of cute when you get all nervous like this.”

His breath caught in his throat.

His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, his arm moved, slow, hesitant, but this time, with purpose.

You felt the weight of it settle around your shoulders, his touch gentle but firm, like he was still expecting you to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned into him, your head lightly resting against his shoulder. His breath came slower now, steadier, though you swore you could still feel his heart racing beneath his skin.

For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost missed it—

“…You’re the cute one.”

The warmth of his arm tightened around you, holding you just a little closer.

And under the quiet hum of static and song, the night faded into something softer.

You gazed up at the moonlit sky, exhaling deeply, grateful that through all this chaos, you had something—no, someone—who could give you the quiet you needed. The soft silver glow bathed the world in light, illuminating the stillness, and when you turned your head, you saw it—the same glow catching the edges of Nyon’s face, highlighting the warmth in his quiet, lingering stare.

And for a while, you looked back down into the endless abyss of the night sky. The stars above twinkled like scattered dust, flickering in ways that felt almost familiar. They were cold, like shattered glass, but soft—soft like a whisper against skin.

A sky full of stars.

And he was looking at you.

A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, one you couldn’t name, one you didn’t have to. You shifted closer, pressing yourself into the crook of his neck.

You felt his entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move away. He just sat there, stiff and warm and unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. But you did.

He was soft. He was comforting. And he was the first thing in this house that had ever made you feel at peace. You turned your head slightly, eyes tracing over his face—the sharp angles, the way his lips parted slightly, the nervous flicker in his gaze as he refused to look at you.

His breath was uneven. His fingers twitched at his side, flexing and clenching like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“…Nyon.”

At the sound of his name, he stilled. Completely.

Slowly, you leaned in—closer, closer, so close your noses almost brushed.

That got his attention.

His wide, red-ringed eyes finally darted to yours, pupils slightly enlarged, his face burning like a fever beneath the soft glow of the porch light.

You swore he wasn’t even breathing.

God, he looked so cute like this. Frozen, wide-eyed, lips barely parted, as if he wanted to say something—beg for something—but couldn’t.

You smiled. You leaned in closer and closer till your lips were mere centimeters away from each other. You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.

And then you kissed him.

It was quick, barely even a second, a soft press of lips that left him completely wrecked.

You pulled back just enough to see his face—his breath shaky, his face blushed a bright red, and his body practically trembling.

For a long moment, he just stared at you, eyes looking at you with such an adoration before slowly pulling you back into a kiss.

You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like nothing happened.

“You’re cute.”

He made some kind of strangled sound in response, but you were already drifting off, letting the warmth of him pull you under.

<3

Sleep was already pulling at you, dragging you down into its quiet embrace. You barely heard it when he whispered, voice low and uncertain—

“Are you… awake?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were already half-drifting, the sound of his unsteady breath mixing with the quiet crackle of music.

His arm tightened around you, his grip firmer, protective.

For a long moment, nothing.

Then, as soft as the moonlight, he murmured into the stillness—

“Я тебя люблю.”

[advisorykitty]

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

Randal X Pushover Reader

Headcannons!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MINI-INTERVIEWS!!

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

Luther:

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

Randal:

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

Sebastian:

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

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

Nyon:

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

[spectrazzz]

 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ωαιтιηg °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Nyon x Reader

Cw: nyon, fluff, a lot of thinking, Gn reader 

Tw: none:) 

Author note: 

Hello everyone ヾ(＾∇＾)  this is my first fanfic ever since I just kinda noticed the lack of nyon fanfics so I decided to write one of my own, I’m not use to writing fics so please bare with me (╥﹏╥) and please enjoy ♡ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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It was a simple autumn day, it should have been calm but calm is something nonexistent in the Ivory home. You stood by a window looking out towards the setting sun. The peace you once had was interrupted by a loud bang against the wall, it seemed like Randal was up to his usual havoc antics probably making Sebastian play his messed up games. It startled you for only a moment before you signed and decided to walk away from the window and head towards the living room. As you walked down the hallway you got a glance into the Carmen’s bedroom were Nyen seemed to be reading a romance book while lifting a dumbbell. 

As you approached the living room you could hear the faint sound of the Tv static as god knows what played on. Once arrived you looked around expecting to see Nyon, one of Luther’s cats who typically was seated on couch and stared off into the Tv for hours a day around this time. But he wasn’t there? It confused you ‘𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚?’ You thought as now you started thinking about what could have possibly happened for him not to be in his usual spot. 

After taking some time to think you started wondering ‘𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?’. You turned to walk away but the creaking of the front door caused you to look back. 

Turning your head towards it you see Nyon waking back in, his eyes bloodshot as he slowly walked to the couch and plopped down.  “𝗢𝗵” you whispered under your breath now realizing that he just walked outside to smoke. You didn’t think about it to hard, you just walked back in and towards the couch as you sat in the opposite side. On the Tv it seemed to play one of those weird off brand versions of Dr Phil, You side eyed Nyon for a minute as you looked at his eyes that were entirely focused on the show and then his hands that seemed to open and close like they were trying to grab something. You then looked back towards his face and made eye contact with him as now both of you jolted in both surprise and a little bit of embarrassment. You everted your eyes quickly back to the tv as the atmosphere was a little awkward now. All of a sudden you started thinking about him. 

‘𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢?’ The question now stuck in your mind. You tried to recall your memories. Maybe it was when you were brought in by Luther? Maybe it was the rat incident when Luther made you help him with his bleeding punchers (felt like saying holes was weird😭) the rats left him from their needles? You didn’t know what it could have been but one thing was for sure they left you feeling anxious, nauseous and extremely sweaty is this what that romance manga you stole from Nyen was talking about? ‘𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡?

You turned your eyes back to him after snapping back to reality. The Tv lit up his face nicely as the sun was fully gone and it naturally got darker in the room.

 He seemed to be very focused on the Tv, it was probably from his high or something but you turned your attention back to his hands. They were resting on the cushion and not flexing open or closed anymore they were just still and not to far from yours. You sheepishly moved your hand closer inch by inch before you were a centimeter away. As soon as you made that first contact he jumped which made you jump “𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆!” You quickly apologized as you snatched your hand away ‘𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙄 𝘿𝙊??’ You internally panicked but then you were interrupted by him saying “𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻….” You turned you head towards him completely looking into his eyes for a short second before he everted them and flushed a hue of pink and you as well turned pink “ 𝙊𝙠” you send as your hand reached back down as first your pinkies interlocked then your ring fingers and followed by they rest of your fingers.

It only took a few minutes for you to break the silence “𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿?” You said not looking at him “….. 𝙔𝙚𝙨..” he replied back to you silently. So you did but only a short distance just enough to smell the weed on him. It wasn’t to strong but it wasn’t weak either. You decided to lean your head on his shoulder. His body stiffened at the physical contact “𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲” You said as you noticed his demeanor relaxed a tiny bit “нет…𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲” he spoke softly the nervousness present in his voice. The room soon filled back in with the sound of cheering from the studio crowd on the Tv. in that moment it truly felt calm as both of you fully relaxed and enjoyed the soft and quiet moment between you and Nyon

(Quick Nyon pov)

You may not pay attention all the time but Nyon does, his attention was always on you or his master. You never knew it but even when he wasn’t high off his mind his thoughts were all about you, he always was willing to wait. To wait for you to notice him to notice the feelings he harbored deeply inside himself that he was to nervous and anxious to tell you, this world wasn’t easy but small moment between the two of you made it manageable wether it was the time you two did nothing but smoke weed for a full day or when you patched him up after the fight with the rats. So for now he will wait for you and he’ll keep waiting until it kills him.

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[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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[mmmfanfiction]

HELLO I saw your post and I was wondering if you can write randal x reader please no prompt specific or if not randal maybe nyen I love nyen so much he's my babygirl 💘💘

thank you!

This was really fun to write! Also not proofread (kind of?)

If Randal could he would sew yourselves together

He’s always talking about, or to you, doesn't matter if you're halfway across the world or right next to him. 

Very touchy feely, if you tell him you don't like it often, he’ll try to hold back but we all know how bad he is with boundaries. It’ll take a while for him to finally stop

Always insisting that you HAVE you come over, or hell, he could even come over to your place!

If you're going to school together he’s always getting you two in trouble with the teacher, also you're social standing will drop significantly after dating him

Unlike with general boundaries he’d actually be pretty good with keeping a secret relationship with you- it's exciting for him! Like the forbidden relationships he sees in stories.

Alright, I’ve been bringing this up alot, but I haven't been delving into it, but Randal is horrendous with boundaries, and he’s bad with the word no. At first it made you uncomfortable, as it should. What other things would he not listen to no on if he couldn't listen to it for something small? But thankfully, as the relationship went on he ended up getting in big trouble for not listening, not just by you, but also by Luther. Whenever you came over to their house, his big brother would catch him blatantly disrespecting your boundaries, and scold him about it. Eventually your combined efforts Randal actually learned that no means no, albeit he is still a bit whiny about it.

Always forces you on adventures with him, like, doesn't matter what time of day it is or what you're doing you are coming with him and Sebastian and that's that. 

Gets excited over the smallest things, especially early on in the relationship when everything was so new to him.

Other than touch, his other favorite love languages are words of affirmation(receiving)  and quality time. He loves spending time with you, even if you aren't talking, and oh god, whenever you compliment him he just melts completely.

Heads up, he’s definitely a starer. Like, he will stare at you for days if you let him.

Also if you guys are allowed sleepovers he definitely stares at you sleeping.

Everything about you is just so beautiful, he can't get enough till he’s memorized every detail of your face, and you're movements, in every expression too

Tells you he loves you like, at least 10x a day if not more.

Bonus!; Nyen

He’s not very good at expressing his feelings for you

Honestly it's a miracle you two got together in the first place

In public he isn't the best, distant and a bit cold, 

Literally fits the definition of a tsundere, like i’m not joking not exaggerating he is a tsundere.

But don't call him that i'm pretty sure he’d flip out

Despite being kinda a bitch in public he’s pretty clingy with you in private

Likes to lay his head in your lap, and he likes it extra if you're scratching behind his ears.

Divider by @decor-dump

[monayen]

I'm just saying but

Cats have always been depicted enjoying milk 🤭

You sweet thing, sprawled out on the cramped bunk, your shirt flipped up. Two catmen lay on either side of you, their hands gliding over your skin. Nyen's nails prod at you, his breathing heavy and deep as he rests his head against your ear. Pink hair brushes your cheek, and you shiver at the sensation of his claws tracing patterns on your chest.

Nyon's mouth is already around your nipple. His tongue darting out, lashing softly at your nipple, drawing out milk that leaks out. His eyes are half-lidded, his lips pursed in pleasure. Nyen follows, lowering himself and taking the other nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Your moans fill the air, mixing with the sounds of their contented purrs.

A sudden bite from Nyen makes you arch, and he chuckles, his voice a deep rumble. "Mmm... you taste so fucking good," he purrs, his eyes gleaming with pleasure, “Don’t move, we aren’t done yet." Nyon simply hums in agreement, too engrossed in the taste of your milk to speak.

"Ahh... hahh... too much..." you whimper, your cheeks flushed. But the catmen show no signs of stopping as milk greedily drips from their chins as they drink from you.

[lemondytart]

After reading ranfren

I'm still open for doodle requests dw

[sewinrat]

HEY HEY CAN U DO NYEN X READER IF THATS ALRIGHT? THERES LITERALLY NOOOOOO NYEN X READER FANFIC AND IVE BEEN LOSING MY MIND THESE DAYS.

You got it. I'll take one of my post as the plot since you didn't give me one. Not proofread.

*Reader has painted black nails(minor detail)

"Can you please stop."

Nyen demanded as he crossed his arms. He tries to hide his desperation and fear. He's supposed to be the top of the pets after all! But you... You just had to be on the goddamn vacuum.

"No. It's more fun to see you like this under me," you said smugly as you can in your bun form glory. Bun on the vacuum. Something that might not seem intimidating but it is to Nyen. "I'm not even under you!" Nyen hissed at you but didn't try to scratch you like he usually would. "You are now." Your pupils turn to slits, you were enjoying this a bit too much but this is after all a golden opportunity to see Nyen so scared.

To make things worse for Nyen, Nyon and Sebastian are watching this happening. This is humiliation. "You can't be on that vacuum for long!" He sneered at you, further hissing at you but still not doing anything. "I know. That's why I'm enjoying this while I can," a smug cat-like smile appears on your face.

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After quite some time of torture(for Nyen), you finally get off the vacuum by Luther's command and now you're currently trying to butter Nyen up from the incident because he's giving you the violent treatment.

"Nyen~ Look at me!~" You meowed out in a whine as you try to latch onto his back with a hug. However Nyen was not having it so he yelled at you while baring his claws.. as in threatening you with a knife, "Go away!!" You whine out more with a loud mewl as you trace your sharp black nails across his back and arm gently, "I'm sorry~ I won't do it again~" He smacked you over the head harshly but it's not enough to really hurt you, "Stop lying!"

You just chuckled at him and wrap your arms around his waist, not minding the knife in his hands. Even if he stabbed you, you won't really die anyways and he'll have difficulty too target your face by the position you both are in. Nyen decided to give up for now and decided to smoke. At least he knows that him smoking can annoy just a tad bit.

And that's that. Silence then lingers between those two as they don't even bother to make a conversation to each other, except for a few banters and quick remarks of course.

"I should do that more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."