#randals friends x reader

[melonmilkshake]

Hello I saw that you might have requests are open ( it said last month sorry if requests are not open) anyways I would love another Randal Ivory x fem bimbo reader or just a reader that dresses up really revealing clothes (tiny skirts or tight crop tops) I would love nsfw! But if not it's okay!!!! ♡

Randal Ivory x Reader ♡

Smut

Short (?)

She / Her | fem

TW: fingering, hand job, semi public, titty sucking, they don't fuck btw but I might (not sure) make a second part idk

(Not truly back slowly easing in back to writing yes im still a big fan of ranfren I might post a link to my pin later on ^_^)

Not proof read im lazy af

Oh how lucky Randal was to be dating such a pretty girl like you. Each day he was practically drooling over you and each night bragged about you to Satoru.

He always becomes shy when he sees you walking up to him. He forcefully bites his lip to the point it bleeds so he doesn't say something weird or stupid that would make you cringe but usually he always does. Although you don't mind it and find it adorable.

Everyday when he sees you in your cute provocative outfits he imagines himself doing the most sickest shit to you for his own pleasure but at the end of the day he is stroking his cock until it becomes numb. Jacking off to pictures of you and him and sweet text messages you have sent him.

One day though he couldn't take it. Seeing you in a adorable pink mini skirt and a cute tight crop top had him screaming in his head.

The way how your breasts slightly bounced and how your skirt was so short it showed a slight part of your panties made him gasp.

You both were outside of the school relaxing on a bench in the back the back of it.

You and Randal were supposedly enjoying the nice weather but Randal was enjoying something else.

He was practically squirming in his seat with every move you made. Kisses, hugs, and cuddles weren't enough he wanted something more intimate.

While you spoke to him his eyes occasionally drifted to your breasts. Your nipples looked hard and perky he just wanted to suck on them. "Randal? Earth to Randal." His head immediately shot up he fumbled with his words while nervously playing with his fingers.

"U-uh boobs I m-mean! Did you know that if you get shot in your temple you die faster then shooting yourself in the mouth?!" He sputtered out.

You giggled and patted his head. "Are you a virgin?" He froze up at that exact moment. Would you think he was weird if he said he was still a virgin? "Oh I'm guessing you are huh?" Shit, shit, shit. Randal was so anxious he felt like he was going to vomit.

"Its okay don't worry... do you wanna uh-" he cut you off before you could finish your sentence practical shouting "Yes!" You looked around making sure no one was near and smiled at him giving him permission.

He lifted up your shirt and played with your breasts. He felt like he was in heaven being able to final play with your tits. After flicking your nipples for a bit he leaned down and started sucking on one of them.

His tongue circling around the sensitive nub and even nipping at it. You whimpered and covered your mouth hoping no one would hear you. He pulled away with a slight pop and a string of saliva connected to his mouth to your nipple proceeding to do the same with your other one.

Five minutes have gone past and Randal was covering his mouth for dear life trying not to moan. You stroked his cock so well his own hand couldn't even do it how you do it he opened his legs more just trying to hang onto sanity a little longer.

You were so fast but also so gently it felt great and the way you made the head of his cock so sensitive was ruining him. His hand traveled onto your thigh and squeezed the plump flesh while proceeding to go down more and more.

Finally he reached your panties and didn't waste anytime shoving his hand in you moaned as he proceeded to rub your wet slit while impatiently parting your pussy folds with his thumb.

You stroked him faster and he threw his head back. His thumb circled your clit and slightly applied pressure to it. He grunted and bit his lip almost reaching his orgasm.

He shoved two fingers into your tight hole and you gasped. You opened your legs up and rested your head against Randal's shoulder.

You both were breathing heavily against each other placing slight kisses on each other's lips. You hid your face in his neck and finally cummed all over his fingers.

He groaned while he ejaculated all over your hand. You kissed his lips one final time and sneakily cleaned up together in a regular bathroom.

[sewinrat]

Randal x Unhinged!Human!Reader who just loves how weird and feral he is.

I just think the idea is funny af

Whoever sent this, I love you - this gotta be my favourite request so far. If anyone remembers kindergarten game, that's how technically unhinged you'll act.

"Hey, you wanna try some dirt?" You offered a handful of dirt to some random kid with glasses. You grinned brightly as your face is covered in dirt, mud and grass. The said random kid grinned unnervingly yet cutely and exclaim in happiness, "Yes please!" He snatched the dirt from your hands and eat it quickly, making his glasses titled and face messy.

You laugh in glee and continue to play with the ground, now with a fun company who had introduced himself as Randal. A funny friend indeed. He rants on and on about his fun adventures, especially with his family or whoever this 'Satoru' is. In exchange for listening, he listens to your rants about your messed up school that experiments on children but you managed to blow it up with some game cards. It's a fun silly story telling you both had.

Soon after, you meet his family because Randal didn't came home before curfew so they had to physically pick him up. Literally. The cat with the 'Nevada' on his shirt picked him up by the collar and Randal started to struggle while whining about wanting to play more. Luther promises that you both will meet again, he just cannot go home late at night or else. You piped in saying you can visit his house sometimes, bringing the infamous card game you told him about with you to play. Luckily, Luther allowed you to visit and now you basically feel like you live there instead and visit home with how much sleepovers you both had.

"Wanna try some sand?" You offered to Randal as he stand his doll. He rapidly nods, "Yum! Yes please!" And you spoon fed him while he works on a 'very important' thing he's making.

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

You in this comic are set up as a human being kept as a pet by Randall.Don't mind what you look like, it's just my taste.

Then I am Japanese, so my English may be wrong, I am writing this using a translator.

[cannedf0wer]

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

[monalogs]

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

Jelly | Randal Ivory

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheepishly, you push it down and let him talk. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Actuallyyyy, 6:38.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, y’know.” 

“I don't, I literally don't.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...Do you think Sebastian heard us?”

“One grillion precent.”

[mariiio]

Going insane indeed.... Just a small drawing cuz I was bored

[sluttingforyou]

Had an idea for a self indulgent fic

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

Iconic am i right ^w^

[trecllllllll]

We need more ranfren x reader 😥 pls 😭🙏🙏

[b1ttersuite]

✩ writing list !

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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

[ivystoryweaver]

March the 9th

Marc Spector x gn!reader 1.4k words, angst, sex is implied, no smut, tw abuse, not beta'd

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Your skin tingles as you struggle you steady your breathing. Pacing the floor for an hour does nothing to calm that fuzzy feeling in the center of you.

He’ll be here soon.

You’ve memorized the pattern on the ceiling over your bed, because you stared at it the entire night, never once slipping into blissful slumber.

Your phone never rings. No emails, no letters, no messages.

But he always shows.

Bouncing on your toes, you smooth your hands down the lines of your body, checking your reflection, which lets you know you look the same as you did five minutes ago.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

The first year...

Your family moved onto the Spectors’ street when you were nine years old. You quickly befriended the Spector boys, often playing with them after school and on weekends.

Then, one day, Randall was gone. You were supposed to play with them that day, but you had the flu.

Marc was never the same and you didn’t see much of him, except at school. The Spectors didn’t throw him a birthday party and he didn’t show up at yours either.

So you created a handmade birthday card for him, making a point to cross his path at school. He was absent.

The next year approached, and you realized the Spectors once again would not be throwing a party, so you gave Marc his birthday card on March 8th. He jerked it out of your hand, eyes downcast, muttering, “thanks,” before shuffling away.

You called his name, scampering after him, but he never looked back. The two of you were in middle school now and Marc didn’t seem to have many friends at all. Hopefully he would read the card, which invited him over to hang out.

He did.

On the night of March 9th, he crawled through your bedroom window for the first time. Tears streaked down his cheeks as his body trembled.

“Can I sleep on your floor?” He brokenly whispered.

You had a queen sized bed, so, of course you didn’t let your clearly devastated friend sleep on the hard floor.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured drowsily, once he slid beneath the covers. “Please, they’ll kill me.”

You didn’t understand and he wouldn’t explain. You were only twelve years old. You squeezed his hand and let him rest.

He talked to you after that, only sometimes.

The next March 9th, you gave him another card, with another invitation to come over. He did. Your fingers tangled with his.

Again at fourteen, when, after swiping the tears from his eyes, he kissed you. He kissed you for a long time and you thought you’d never felt anything so magical.

At fifteen, he kissed and touched you all night long. Your heart was his now.

Still, he kept to himself for most of the other 364 days a year.

At sixteen, he climbed into your bed and the two of you lost your virginity. Neither of you had a clue what you were doing - clumsy and wild and sweet. But he kissed you and held you and he tried. You loved him and you had never felt so close to anyone in your life.

He flinched away from your touch several times, so you thought you must be doing something wrong.

It wasn’t until seventeen that you saw his well-hidden bruises and red welts by your bedside lamplight.

“Who did this to you?” Tears streamed down your face as your fingertips traced lovingly around anger and drunkenness unleashed on his beautiful body.

His eyes met yours and you knew. He came to your bed a lot more after that.

Then came eighteen. Three months before graduation. You asked him all the time where he wanted to go to college - where the two of you could go together, but nothing ever came of it. He only answered, “I have to get out.”

March the 9th of year eighteen was the last you saw of Marc Spector for a long time. He didn’t make it to graduation.

He sent you a letter in year nineteen.

‘I’m sorry,’ was all it said.

Year twenty passed. 21, 22, 23…

You graduated college and met someone. But every March the 9th, your fingers would trace his picture, so your "someone" didn't last.

More than a few March 9ths ago, you somehow wished him right back to you. He knocked on your door, shuffling anxiously from foot to foot, swallowing hard and expecting rejection.

You threw your arms around him. “Happy birthday,” you whispered against his cheek before his mouth found yours.

He took you to bed and you knew then that your heart would only ever be his.

It wasn’t enough though. He granted you a half-hearted explanation about danger and old debts and how he was so messed up - he could never bring it all into your life.

You had enough dignity to refrain from begging him.

The next March the 9th was the same. And the next, and the next.

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This year, you’re resolute. It will be the last. It has to be. You can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t love you - not the way you love him. You’ll wish him happy birthday, take him to your bed, but - never again. It hurts too much.

A sharp knock jolts you out of your reverie, sending all the air rushing out of you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, giving yourself one final moment to prepare for your last night with Marc.

You reach for the door and find him holding flowers. Irises.

“You like these…right?” Dark eyebrows shift hopefully.

You breathe his name, your heart flaming with adoration. You take the bouquet and wrap your arms around his neck like always, whispering, “Happy birthday,” against his cheek as his lips seek out your own. He tastes you slowly…sweetly, his breath mingling with yours.

You lose your grasp on the irises, forgetting to care as they spill to the floor. Strong arms wind around you as his hands spread across your back, pressing you against the solid warmth of his chest. The kiss goes on and on until you’re dizzy and breathless and hot tears wet your eyes at the thought of never tasting him again.

You fight them back as the two of you finally make it through the front door and he kicks it closed. He takes you to bed and you drown in the essence that is Marc - unearthed secrets, soul-crushing burdens, beautiful desperation and a kind of hungry tenderness. You bury your nose in the crook of his neck, comforted and tormented as you inhale the spicy, sun-kissed scent of him, your lips tasting, committing him to memory.

Saltiness seeps into your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s the slight sheen on his skin as he works his way into you, or the tears slipping down your cheeks.

Your fingers twist through his dark curls as you pull your body flush against his - the heat of your tongue - the twist of your body - the scrape of your fingernails desperately attempting to communicate your need for this man.

He’s been your birthday wish most of your life.

He holds you against him until the calendar turns to the 10th. The sun rises and you realize he’s never stayed this long.

Which will make the speech you’ve planned so much harder. You shuffle to the bathroom while he sleeps, steeling yourself for the heartbreak. As you stare into the mirror, tears burn your eyes and you wonder if you can go through with it. The thought of never seeing him again is crushing, but you can’t go on like this.

Finally, you straighten out your appearance and freshen up, fighting like hell to keep your composure.

Marc is awake, sitting on the edge of your bed in only his boxers. You expect him to be dressed and ready to walk out the door, but as his warm, coffee colored eyes find yours…

He gently smiles.

“Marc?” You whisper, slowly approaching him.

“Come here,” he softly instructs, reaching for you. You sink down beside him, your foreheads touching sweetly as he grips your arms.

“Could…do you think I could stay?”

Tears trickle down. Again. “I don’t know,” you whimper. “I-I can’t-"

“I know.,” he nods, pressing an urgent kiss to your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

He’s off the bed and reaching for his clothes before you can blink, but you don’t let him get far. “Stay,” you urgently plead. “Stay with me.”

He freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. “F-for tonight, or…”

“Stay,” you repeat, pressing your palms to the heat of his bare chest. “Stay or go. Just decide.”

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Next March the 9th…

“Happy birthday, baby,” you murmur against his lips as he rolls you underneath him.

“Happy anniversary,” he returns, sealing his mouth to yours.

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[melonmilkshake]

Hello! I'm your local fanfic writer Randal 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 ♡

[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."

[dreamxyumejonomougen]

In this cartoon, you are a human being kept as a pet by Randall.

Also you do not want to be friends with a slug.

Your appearance is my taste.

[cannedf0wer]

Eng

"Oh You are final awake. Morning, ●●"

"Family and I, we've been waiting for you to come home.

And waiting for end of your silly game of yours"

"Did you get fun? Feeling Everything out of your control, and Feeling how powerless you are"

"Good good. Welcome Home ●●"

Inspired and Original Lines from Steven Universe White diamond

[mariiio]

Drew Randal Ivory from Ranfren. I started obsessing over him for like weeks and drawing him literally everywhere... I'm going insane but who isn't at this point???

[sluttingforyou]

As for the ranfren fic i mentioned on my last few posts i will try to make it a chapter/series so yes this will take a long time cause im lazy as fuck