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nyonyen · 20 days

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I'd love to see you write something regarding the human pet reader taking a nap beside their loving master and subsequently meeting Randal and Satoru in the dreamscape .. what escapades could occur from that i wonder

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randal ivory x f!reader x satoru tsukada | AO3 | 18+ ᴛᴀɢs: threesome, rough + unsafe sex, blow-jobs, honorifics, dirty talk, heavy rantoru overtones, inner satoru thoughts

You huff slightly as Randal corrals you into your shared room, the night coming to an end far sooner than you had wanted, “I was just about to beat you in Diddy Kong Racing, and now you decide actually to follow Luther’s bedtimes?”

“Hush, hush,” he grins as he gestures to your fluffed-up coffin sheets, “As your dearest master, I must keep your human needs in mind! Otherwise, Luther’ll let you loose on the side of the highway again…”

Shuddering at the mistake Luther made a few months ago, you sigh, “Alright, whatever. Just don’t wake me up in the middle of the night to go to the cemetery again, okay?”

“No promises! Terry’s graveyard is always on my mind, haha!” Randal crawls into his coffin, and you watch as one of his all-knowing dolls floats to flip the light switch.

You hop into yours as well, bringing the duvet up to cover your eyes from your master’s intense stares, “Good night, master.”

He leans over to your coffin, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Sleep tight, don’t let the bugs bite you!”

Rubbing your eyes, you lift your head from the school desk you find yourself sitting at. You had no recollection of getting here or even the last time you were somewhere outside the rural hell where the Ivory’s resided.

Looking around through lidded eyes, you find yourself surrounded by odd amalgamations of what seem like stereotypical Japanese high-school students. They were almost like mannequins— frozen, but not immovable either.

“Hey, what’re the odds?” A voice snaps you out of your analysis of the situation, making you whip your head around in fear. Of course, it was Randal— you never could escape that ginger brat. “Well, I know the odds, it’s like 18.5%, but math is for neeerds anyway.”

“Where exactly did you drag me to this time?” You mutter, idly smoothing down your school uniform’s skirt— when did you change into this? “I thought I said I didn’t wanna go anywhere…”

“First of all, you didn’t say that specifically— but this isn’t even my fault!” He cocks his head unnaturally, watching your discomfort with fascination. “I can’t tell if I’m in your dream, or you’re in mine… hyper-lucidity, what a thing.”

He mumbles some more exposition as you exit the cramped desk, staring at the sailor fuku you’re now wearing— it was so painfully cliché. You wondered if this was how Randal would want you to dress outside of this so-called dream.

“Wait, if we’re here…” You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he suddenly grabs your hand roughly to lead you out of the classroom, “You gotta meet my extra special friend!”

“Your extra special what?”

As if in a blink, you find yourself in another classroom, but this one was rid of all student desks— except one large table in the middle. It looked like a club room of sorts, but it was indiscernible for what in particular.

Your eyes dart up to see a dark-haired and oddly pale boy watching you from beyond the table. He sports an empty smile and even emptier eyes— but they sure were beautiful.

“There he is, my buddy ol’ pal!” Randal waltzed over to meet him, pulling his cheeks in an odd sort of greeting. “This is my friend Satoru… he’s pretty cool.”

Satoru, as you now know him, smiles and leans his head to the side— you wanted to hurl at the sight of yet another anime cliché. You wave slightly, but feeling a distinct sense that his individual already had disdain for you, “It’s lovely to meet one of Randal’s friends. If I’m being honest, I didn’t know he had any… other than me, of course.”

A flash of something unidentifiable appears on his face, and Satoru nods politely, “I’m his best friend, (Y/N). I’m surprised Randal didn’t mention me! Well, I don’t mind.”

Lowering your head, you make a noise of affirmation, “Of course, yeah… I guess he mentioned me since you know my name already!”

He doesn’t grace you with a response, but instead turns to Randal, “Did you wanna do something in the club room, is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, you could say that!” With a smile, he leans into Satoru’s ear as you wander about the room. “I was thinking you and I could have some fun… doesn’t that sound so nice?”

Nodding vehemently, he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Him and Randal… for lack of a better phrase, was a dream come true! “Really? I’ve waited so long, I didn’t know you—”

“Perfect!” He cuts off Satoru’s spiel, not noticing the misunderstanding, “I’ll go talk to (Y/N)... ease her into it. I know she’ll understand, she’s such a good pet!”

Randal runs over to you as you inspect the dusty Go boards, leaving his friend to infer what exactly he meant by ‘fun.’

“Oh, (Y/N)!” He sing-songs, wrapping his cold hands around your eyes, “You love being good for your master, right?”

You nod, your interest piqued, trying to peel away his fingers from squishing your eyes, “Yes, of course… why?”

“That makes sense, you’re always such a good girl,” Randal whispers, moving his fingers to trace your jawline and neck, “Then let’s have some fun together, yeah?”

“Fun?” You, of course, knew exactly what he meant by this— he was never one to shy away from such prospects. “But what about… Satoru?”

“Exactly!” He giggles, the roughness of his hands around your neck causing you to squirm slightly, “You both got it so easily, wow! What are we waiting for then?”

“Now, Sato, why don’t you give her a kiss or something?” Randal turns you to face both him and Satoru, the latter having a blank expression as always, “Oh, it would probably be more comfortable if she were to… yes, hold on!”

Suddenly, he lifts you without care onto the table— it seemed like he had whatever strength he so desired in this dreamscape. You plop down unceremoniously, your skirt barely covering your legs as he scoots you to where he wants.

“There we go! Now, kiss her!”

Not wanting to defy Randal, Satoru immediately traps your lips in a kiss— surprisingly, not devoid of feeling. Caught by surprise, you melt into the kiss, the inherent dreamlike state you were trapped in heightening your sense of feeling. He pulls away before you can fall into the rhythm, and you can’t resist the pout growing on your face.

Randal cocks his head, “I don’t remember telling you to stop, dearest friend! Keep going.”

The microexpression of frustration on Satoru’s face goes unnoticed, and he goes back to kissing you. His hands come to rest on your bare thighs, kneading gently as his tongue slips between your lips.

Just grin and bear it, Tsukada. Focus on Randal, think about his messy hair and yaeba fang…

You whimper gently as you feel another pair of hands atop his, gripping even harder. Randal had come up behind him, draping himself over in an odd embrace— but Satoru would never complain at this closeness.

“You two look so sexy, making out for me like this,” Randal chuckles atonally, watching to see if you preferred kissing him over your own master. “I really thought I’d be jealous, like some netorare thing! But this is one of those good endings… is that netorase?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you focus sucking on Satoru’s tongue, catching him off-guard. He pulls away, seemingly to catch his breath. Randal leans on his shoulder, staring at you with a mischievous expression, “Sato, how about you be a good friend and let me kiss my pet too?”

His desperation is evident in the way he kisses, and how he’s already pulling at your fuku’s neckerchief. You kiss him fervently as well, feeling the way he’s inching your skirt up higher by the second. Satoru’s fingers focus on your shirt, lifting it for what you can only assume is at Randal’s behest. You felt their touches everywhere— drowning in the feeling of their unexpected affections.

Lifting your arms and only momentarily separating from your master’s embrace, your top is promptly removed— a simple bra you had no recollection of owning lying beneath.

“Gosh, how quaint!” Randal grimaces slightly at his Luther-esque choice of words, but quickly grabs at your chest greedily. “Never seen you in something so simple… Satoru, lay her down for me. Doesn’t she look delicious?”

“She…” He trails off as you look at him through lidded eyes, “Really does, wow…”

His being part of Randal’s psyche was quite obvious at this point— you looked absolutely breathtaking. Your hair was just the right kind of messy, your bra strap dangling off your shoulder… what was happening to him? Wasn’t the plan to focus solely on Randal?

Ah, I guess it can’t be helped— I am part of him… forever!

Shaking himself from the monologuing that he was prone to, Satoru gently pulls you back onto the table— leaving Randal to spread your legs apart. You gasp as he unabashedly pulls your skirt fully up and rubs a finger up your already-wet panties.

“Isn’t she just amazing? Look at how wet she got just from us poking and prodding her!” He jokingly jeers, smiling at Satoru as he unfastens your bra.

As it falls away, Randal makes quick work of the rest of your clothing— leaving you bare while the two men are still fully clothed. You mumble something akin to dissatisfaction at this, but you’re quickly silenced by Satoru’s hands caressing your chest. He had never felt breasts like this before, warm and real.

Maybe I won’t have to resort to the leftover data anymore… wow!

You practically purr into his kneading, letting him feel your nipples harden under his touch— much to his surprise. Randal interrupts his touching to push you flat against the table, impatient for his proper turn.

“Oh, we’re gonna make a nice mess out of you, aren’t we?”

He looks down at you with the typical crazed look in his eyes as he presses his tip against your entrance. As he pushed in, Randal could barely comprehend that this truly was the perfect dreamscape— he didn’t have to waste time with lubrication or even physically unzipping his pants!

You exhale shakily as he bottoms out, leaning your head against Satoru’s neglected body. He kneels beside you, not knowing what to do without his dear friend’s proper direction.

“Oh, my sweet (Y/N),” Randal whines out, gripping your thighs like a vice, “How can you feel, ah, even better when we’re both asleep? I don’t get it!”

“Master, oh…” You whisper, a hand coming to cover your mouth in very slight embarrassment.

He peeks an eye open as he begins to thrust, noticing Satoru not having moved a muscle since touching your chest, “Sato-kun… her mouth looks pretty empty right? Wouldn’t my perfect little pet like to filled up properly?”

Satoru looks down at your face, your eyebrows slanted in pure want for any attention from him— how could he resist such an expression? He unzips his slacks, pulling out his reddened length right next to your face. He cradles your jaw in his hand, taking in the softness of your skin as he guides you to where he needs you most.

“Be a good girl for me too, okay?” Satoru almost whispers, his dark eyes and thin smile almost hypnotizing you.

If you weren’t already planning on indulging him, you definitely would be now. You turn slightly to fully face his hardness, and begin to kiss down it sweetly— too sweet for Randal’s standards.

He slaps your thigh suddenly, “I know you’re more desperate than that, pet! Don’t lie to my friend.”

You look up at Satoru despite your master’s slight outburst, which results in a rougher pace, and envelop him fully in your mouth. He chokes out a moan, his hand immediately going to silence himself. Randal grins, teeth shiny as he takes in his dream friend’s innocent reactions. He bucks up into your warm mouth unconsciously, the feeling almost overwhelming.

“So good, oh!” Satoru takes your hair in his hand as you struggle to keep a steady rhythm, “Let me do that for you, it’ll be much better.”

He guides you onto his length again as you try to focus on every sensation at once. You feel drips on your navel, quickly realizing Randal’s nose has begun to bleed as per usual— even if you couldn’t see it from this angle. His gloved hands move up your legs, gripping the crook of your knee to spread you even further apart for his pleasure.

“Bending this way… you’re just like a doll!” He giggles, gasping ever so slightly as he realizes the eroticism of that statement. “Best of both worlds!”

In the waking world, you knew that Satoru’s length consistently pushing against the back of your throat like this would have you gagging— but here, it feels heavenly. Your eyes roll back as he pulls your hair particularly harshly, and he takes note.

“Your pet here seems to like it rough, Ran-kun!”

Randal nods, almost proudly, “It’s the only thing she likes, isn’t that right, sweet (Y/N)?”

The best you can respond with is a whimper, muffled.

“Hey, no talking with your mouth full!” Your master tuts, pushing into your flesh further, causing you to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You feel tears prick at your eyes as Satoru begins to lose himself in the pleasure of your mouth— not having the same stamina as Randal, of course, “Yes, oh, (Y/N)... Randal, I don’t think I can last much longer!”

“Kuku… then don’t, Sato!” He lolls his head back, each thrust beginning to spark something inside of you. “She loves it on her tongue… show it to me when you do it!”

The bare minimum nickname and command from Randal make Satoru shiver, urging him even further to release inside of you. He peers down at you, stuttering in his fucking of your throat as he sees your tear-filled eyes look back up at him.

He has no time to prepare you before he’s already finishing down your throat, your nose pressed into his pelvis as he rides it out. None land on your tongue like his best friend requested, but no one could blame him for the somewhat premature release in such a situation.

Unclenching your hair from his hand, Satoru pulls out from between your lips slowly and begins to pet your now sensitive scalp. There is no time for niceties with the way Randal, the ever-impatient, is now desperate to hear your full moans by speeding up.

“Fuck, fuck, ah!” Your voice is hoarse and used, which is just what your master likes to hear.

“Did ya like having Satoru finish in your throat? Bet it felt so good, huh?” He mumbles, watching the aforementioned man angle you up slightly— better access to your chest for Satoru to grab and a better angle for Randal to fuck you at.

You mewl at the change, nodding as the cold hands fondle your breasts again, “Yes, yes! God, yes, don’t stop, either of you… please!”

“Begging so much and I didn’t even have to ask, wow!”

Satoru nuzzles your neck as he touches you, taking in your scent to try and remember it forever. His hips rock against your back unconsciously, still somehow desperate for more of you.

(Y/N) smells so good— both she and Randal smell amazing! I can’t get enough!

He sneaks a hand from one of your breasts to tease at your clit, and you finally feel that tightness in your stomach threatening to unfurl, “Please, please, Sato!”

“What do you need?” Satoru hums in your ear, his eyes staring at Randal’s as he speaks— a sudden confidence surging through him. “Use your words for us.”

“Need to cum, please,” you gasp out, reaching behind you to grip his back for stability.

You end up scratching it accidentally, causing an unexpectedly harsh moan to exit his throat. He begins to rub at your clit even faster, envigorated by your nail marks searing down his back through his gakuran.

Randal’s face is practically covered in blood at this point— the raw image of you and his friend sharing such an intimate act was nearly too much, “Make her cum, I wanna feel it… do it! Now!”

Just like Satoru, it was hard for you to resist the command and you promptly felt yourself falling apart as your master’s thrusts reached an intensity unlike any other previously. He kisses your neck as Randal fucks you throughout your orgasm, chasing his own.

“You did so good, (Y/N),” he mutters, watching his best friend ruin you, “You’re so amazing…”

He closes his eyes, not stopping his kisses for a few moments more— until he realizes the stillness and sudden silence of everything around him. Satoru sighs gently, slowly placing your now empty body back onto the table.

Seems like they both woke up at the same time. Well, I’m not too upset about it, at least I got mine! Though, I did want to see Randal… you know. Next time!

“Gah!” Randal sits up sharply from the inside of his coffin, being met with the oh-so-familiar face of his brother, Luther, “What the fuck?!”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the ‘coffin!’” He continues to stare blankly, unaware of what he has interrupted. “Blueberry pancakes are downstairs.”

Devastated, Randal can only watch as his brother heads out of his room. He peers over to your adjacent coffin, only to find you sleeping soundly.

“Heeeeeey, (Y/N),” he pokes your sleeping form roughly, “I didn’t finish, don’t you wanna be a good pet? Don’t you?”

#randal ivory x reader #satoru tsukada x reader #tsukada satoru x reader #satoru ranfren x reader #✎

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monalogs · 20 days

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"Ku-Ku." | Randal Ivory

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did. Isn't she pretty?”

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

“That's not permanent, Randal.”

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

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

You decided to just sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kidding, I'm coming inside!”

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

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

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

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

#randal ivory #ranfren #randal ivory x reader #x reader #tw noncon #tw pain #fem!reader #dark content

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meower44 · 26 days

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Scary Movie | Randal x Sebastian

Randal gets scared while watching a horror movie with Sebastian :3

(cross-posted on AO3 & Wattpad @meower44)

During the late evening hours in the Ivory household, Randal would never fail to think of odd activities for him and his lovely pet, Sebastian, to do to cure his boredom.

Which is why Sebastian was left very surprised when Randal proposed the idea of watching a scary movie together.

"Sebastiannn!", Randal cooed, clueing to the boy that the young Ivory had yet another exhilarating game for him to suffer through.

Randal burst through the bedroom door with a TV remote, his mouth formed in an odd shape resembling the number three.

He aggressively latched his grubby hand on to Sebastian's clammy one. Before Sebastian could wipe the beads of sweat forming on his forehead Randal had already dragged him to the living room couch.

"Now sit down like a good pet while I make us a yummy snack!" ,Randal beamed, stopping for a moment to slowly turn his head to Sebastian. "And don't move!", the boy added on, a sinister grin spreading across on face.

Per the cryptids orders Sebastian awkwardly sat down next to a seemingly spaced out Nyon. They both stared at the blank TV while listening to each other's breathing, one more nervous than the other.

Interrupting Sebastian's morbid thoughts was an annoying, "Kekeke..", coming from the kitchen, followed by a loud redhead stomping his way across the living room.

"You! Move! It's mine and Chicken Leg's movie night!", Randal yelled as he kicked Nyon's shin. His hands occupied with a huge bowl of...popcorn?

Nyon calmly stood up and walked into a random hallways abyss in silence, probably going to loaf on a tall shelf of some sort.

Everything about this movie idea seemed to upset Sebastian, which is fair considering how many times Randal has tricked him into playing a "normal" game, only for it to turn out to be horrifying and gory.

Sebastian sat with his brows furrowed, profusely sweating. This Randal took notice of. "...Hey, Sebby.", Randal said with a smug grin on his greasy face.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the 100th corny nickname and looked up at the excited boy. Randal flopped onto the couch, some popcorn scattering around them in the process.

He was so close to Sebastian that he could feel his warm, slightly rank breath on his freckles. Randal set the popcorn onto the coffee table and placed a finger between Sebastian's brows.

Randal leaned in closer to the now even more suspicious boy and squinted his eyes. "What do you call an angry carrot?", he asked, a huge smile forming across his face.

Sebastian groaned. "What do you call an angry carrot, Randal?", he replied with one diamond shaped eyelid slightly twitching.

The sneaky redhead moved his finger from the middle of Sebastian's eyebrows, to the tip of his nose, giving him a strong boop while replying, "A steamed veggie!!"

Randal let out a stream of cackles and chokes in reaction to the punchline of his own joke. "HAHA! Ack..cough! Ha! Get it?! Kekeke! Your hair is orange-HA! And you're mad!! Huhu..."

Sebastian sat there silently. Mumbling a small, "Oh my god..", under his breath, more dumbstruck than anything. A small blush dusted across his face.

During Sebastian's trance of embarrassment, Randal had composed himself, turned on the TV, and wrapped one of Luther's homemade knitted blankets around the two.

Randal turned it to a random horror movie channel while snaking his arm around Sebastian's shoulder, forcefully pulling him closer.

Sebastian was now even more confused. Randal didn't usually share this much skinship with him. Something was off, something that wasn't the usual insane Ivory household kind of off.

The curly-haired redhead glanced over at the shorter boy and noticed a slight sweat breaking out across his face. Maybe even a hint of red...is he trying to play it suave right now?

Sebastian shrugged it off and directed his attention toward the small screen in front of them. A large title appeared with the words, "The Babadook", displayed on the screen.

Sebastian could feel Randal flinch.

As the movie progressed, so did the grip on Sebastian's shoulder. Randal Ivory wasn't one to be afraid. The only thing that ever got even close to scaring him was his older brother.

Although the humanoid creature didn't appear on screen very often, something about its long fingers and humongous stature gave off the impression of Luther when he was livid, which frightened the cryptid quite a bit.

Surprisingly, Sebastian was unbothered, the exact opposite of his usual demeanor. In fact, he was so relaxed that he noticed the psychopathic boy next to him shaking.

Sebastian never really felt bad for Randal, whether he lost his Game Boy privileges for the week, or Luther made him sit in the "bad boy closet", it was no matter to Tomato Smith.

But something about the way he looked, clinging to the curly-headed ginger, shaking in fear, Sebastian found it a little cute.

Taking pity on the boy, Sebastian leaned his body on Randal's tenderly. The young Ivory's attention went from the movie, to the feeling of his pets warmth on his own cold skin.

"Keke..you scared already, Sebastian?, Randal teased, attempting to hide his own fear. Sebastian looked down, trying to suppress a small smirk. "Yeah, I'm real spooked...", he replied sarcastically.

Randal, not noticing the sarcasm, grinned confidently, bathing in yet another ego boost. "Do not fear, pet, I will protect you from the Babadookie!", Randal gleamed.

Sebastian looked away, giggling at the word choice. "Wow, thank you so much, Dark Prince, I'm forever in your debt.", he played along, earning a proud huff from Randal.

Maybe this freak wasn't so bad.

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schoolhouse8 · 8 days

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AGGAGGAGAGGAAGAAAAAAAAA IM SORRY @casket2 apparently when you double tap the enter key, it sends the answer to the ask GFHDSGHFJ AND I WASNT DONE TYPING OUT MY ANSWERS....i deleted it at the speed of light. let me answer it properly here

sunny requested i fill out the headcanon ask game for Randal Ivory "for old times sake" X3

i originally said: HEHEHE SURE!!! thank you so much for sending one in!! im so obessed with ranfren at the moment

Randal Ivory

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual

Gender Headcanon: Manthing or Boything <33333

A ship I have with said character: Gotta love the classic Sebastian x Randal. I love their interactions and how they bounce off each other. I really love how sometimes sebsatsian just casually responds to randal's horrific nonsense, and other times it just totally freaks sebastian out

A BROTP I have with said character: Like I said here, Randal x Luther <33

A NOTP I have with said character: this may be very controversial but randal x Satoru. i just dont like satoru at all for some reason. he just bores me so much i dont know why GFHDJSHGFJ maybe on my reread i will like him more, but for now i just really cant get into him or this ship

A random headcanon: he likes to stack his dolls on top of sebastian's chest while hes sleeping

General Opinion over said character: I love randal, hes such a comfort for me, like all the ranfren characters <333

#answered ask #ask game

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shouta-edits · 21 days

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Inbox check plz :3

Can I have a grayish dark brown userbox saying Monokuma from Danganronpa & Jackalope from Milgram ( Jackakuma) are in love and married?

Hiii I doubt this is a very known source as this artist is mostly a Newgrounds and Twitter artist and a barely active YouTube animator, but... Maybe a stimboard of the character MONO by cryptae/cybeR with monochrome, ink, tech and/or angel themes??

Hiii could u make Pokemon team for Carrie Kelly from The Dark Knight Returns

pokemon team for Bullseye from Daredevil?

Can I get a moodboard of the ship Mike Wheeler x Hopper (Stranger Things) with themes of manipulation, coffee, age gaps, and physical affection(maybe like a more "intimate" physical touch. Like hands on thighs, choking, or gripping the other one's hand, etc. ignore that though if you don't feel comfortable! )

ccan you do a pokemon team for Orville from Have a Nice Death?? With steel types and just steampunk themed pokemons?

can you make a stimboard for the father × the son from hotline miami with green/blue color themed stims?

I want a romantic moodboard Rocky Rickaby x Calvin "Freckle" McMurray (they're cousins) from Lackadaisy. Palette is blue and green, theme of crime/bootlegging, madness, anger, addictive relationships, and family secrets, aesthetics of 1927, the height of Prohibition.

Quanxi from chainsawman moodboard? With themes of being ancient, calm, brave and Chinese aesthetics? Ty!

HIII !! Could I possibly get a ship moodboard of Nene Yashiro x Hanako (Toilet Bound Hanako Kun) with themes of obsessive love, yandere, protection, and cookie like sweets ? (Such as jam filled cookies or chocolate chip) Maybe in a bit of an orange red and black color palette. Thank you! :DD

- Hanako ~~~ <3

hi can i request a pastel blue shark-themed stimboard based around gawr gura but specifically gawr gura in her school uniform outfit with the varsity jacket?

Could I have a Tatsujun (Tatsuya Suou x Jun Kurosu from Persona 2: Innocent Sin) playlist with themes of enemies to lovers, being by each-others' side, and late 90's music.

Hi!! Can you please make a randal ivory x luther von ivory moodboard with themes of brotherly love and mutual obsession? The fandom is ranfren btw!! >_<

can i request a moodboard of Green from vs impostor with themes of gaming? thanks! (this is a serious request, even though the character is a bit silly)

hiya ! can i request husk (hazbin hotel) x son!self insert with themses of alcohol, coercion, cats (?), and dad x son (if you could keep the self insert more on the gender neutral side, thats fine too ^^)

can you please make a Magnet Man (mega man) moodboard with themes of magnets, gears, ed (preferably bulimia), self hatred and/or intrusive thoughts :]

Could you make a shipboard of Jack Knight and Nash from the Starman comics, with themes of 50s nostalgia, toxic relationships and space? Also smth involving an abusive relationship where the woman is abusing the man if u can find anything for that

ahh ik ur stacked with rqs rn but i hope you dont mind me requesting a selfship board of dewey finn from school of rock (preferably his musical version but movie is fine too) x student s/i with themes of grooming, teacher x student, kid x adult, (electric) guitars and teachers pet ? thanks either way 💜

#inbox check

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Hi, a HC request please! How about this: reader waits in front of Haha's for Arthur but Randall comes out first, spots reader and tries to hook up/flirt with her? Also hang in there, I know things have been hard on you lately, but you can pull through, I believe in you ❤️

Me, spending half an hour staring at a GIF of Arthur? More likely than you think skskskkk he’s so beautiful it makes me want to cry. I think I’d die if he looked at me like this omgggg~ sweet angel.

Thank you, nonnie. I’m doing my best

“O-ho, what do we have here? Don’t get this very often in Chuckletown.”

A cold shiver of disgust and dread started at the very top of your head and dripped slowly down your spine, and you shuddered. Ugh.

You had never met Randall before, but you would know him anywhere.

Just the way Arthur had spoken of him during all those late nights when he was too distraught to cry and could only laugh, the noise so painful as it ripped from his throat that you half expected to see speckles of crimson blood on his sinful thin lips, was enough for you to put the pieces together.

Still, you forced a smile on your lips as you greeted him. “Hi, Randall. Arthur’s told me about you.”

The man’s creepy smile faded somewhat at the ice which was in your tone, try as you might in being polite to someone who really didn’t deserve it even from a stranger.

“Oh, yeah? How do you know the freak?” Randall’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were those of a shark, callous and cold, calculating, and you shivered again as you began to wish and hope against hope that Arthur would hurry up, already.

How he could stand Randall’s presence, you knew not, but you felt an even deeper love and respect for your clown.

Randall was bloated with the weight of his own sense of self-importance, like a corpse which knew not yet that they were dead, and you had no doubt that Arthur was terrified of him. Your heart bled for the love of your life and right there and then did you decide to fight, to defend Arthur when he wasn’t there to defend himself.

Though you hoped that he would appreciate it, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would. He would.

“He’s my boyfriend. And don’t you dare call him a freak.” Your voice shook with barely suppressed rage.

“Artie has a girlfriend?” Randall didn’t even bother to hide the surprise in his voice and you felt your skin crawl as he took a step closer to you. “I’m twice the man that he is. Why don’t you ditch the freak and come into town with me tonight?”

Oh, ugh.

From behind Randall did you hear footsteps, the sound of which you would know anywhere.

ArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthur -

You saw this moment for what it was - an opportunity to defend Arthur in front of him - and you decided to pretend that you couldn’t hear his gait slowly descending Ha-Ha’s stairs.

You dropped all defences, all masks, and you allowed your hatred and your disgust to shine through as with a voice positively dripping with venom did you say, “No one and nothing is worth more to me than Arthur is. I love him. So thanks, but no thanks.”

Then, leaving Randall gaping at you like a fish, and a rather unattractive one at that, you said in a much lighter, happier tone, “Hi, darling!”

And you stretched out your hand and wriggled your fingers in an invitation.

With a light blush on his face and a quietly confident smirk, Arthur came around Randall and took your hand tightly in his with a softly murmured and surprised, “Thank you, angel. You didn’t have to do that for m-me”.

As you said, “Yes, I did, and you’re welcome” and rubbed your thumb along his cool skin, you could have sworn that you saw Arthur turn back to Randall as you were walking away and stick his tongue out in the cutest childish taunt ever.

You only giggled, pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, and forgot all about Randall and the other inhabitants of Chuckletown. They meant nothing to you; you, who was holding your entire world in your hand.

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Start a new series on audiobook; here’s a list of firsts in popular book series. Available now!

Summaries & Ratings from Goodreads.com

Secondhand Spirits by Juliet Blackwell

(A Witchcraft Mystery #1)

3.89/5

Lily Ivory is not your average witch. Her spell-casting powers tend to draw mischievous spirits while keeping normal humans at a distance. But now her vintage clothing store could give her a chance to make friends in San Francisco....

Lily hopes for a normal life when she opens Aunt Cora's Closet. With her magical knack for vintage fashion -she can sense vibrations of the past from clothing and jewelry—her store becomes a big hit.

But when a client is murdered and children start disappearing from the Bay Area, Lily may be the only one who can unravel the crime. She tries to keep her identity a secret while investigating, but it's not easy—especially under the spells of sexy "mythbuster" Max Carmichael and powerful witch Aidan Rhodes. Will Lily's witchy ways be forced out of the closet?

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

(Outlander #1)

4.23/5

The year is 1945. Claire Randall, a former combat nurse, is just back from the war and reunited with her husband on a second honeymoon when she walks through a standing stone in one of the ancient circles that dot the British Isles. Suddenly she is a Sassenach—an “outlander”—in a Scotland torn by war and raiding border clans in the year of Our Lord...1743.

Hurled back in time by forces she cannot understand, Claire is catapulted into the intrigues of lairds and spies that may threaten her life, and shatter her heart. For here James Fraser, a gallant young Scots warrior, shows her a love so absolute that Claire becomes a woman torn between fidelity and desire—and between two vastly different men in two irreconcilable lives.

Delirium by Lauren Oliver

(Delirium #1)

3.97/5

In an alternate United States, love has been declared a dangerous disease, and the government forces everyone who reaches eighteen to have a procedure called the Cure. Living with her aunt, uncle, and cousins in Portland, Maine, Lena Haloway is very much looking forward to being cured and living a safe, predictable life. She watched love destroy her mother and isn't about to make the same mistake.

But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena meets enigmatic Alex, a boy from the "Wilds" who lives under the government's radar. What will happen if they do the unthinkable and fall in love?

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

(Southern Reach #1)

3.7/5

Area X has been cut off from the rest of the world for decades. Nature has reclaimed the last vestiges of human civilization. The first expedition returned with reports of a pristine, Edenic landscape; the second expedition ended in mass suicide, the third in a hail of gunfire as its members turned on one another. The members of the eleventh expedition returned as shadows of their former selves, and within weeks, all had died of cancer. In Annihilation, the first volume of Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach Trilogy, we join the twelfth expedition. The group is made up of four women: an anthropologist; a surveyor; a psychologist, the de facto leader; and our narrator, a biologist. Their mission is to map the terrain, record all observations of their surroundings and of one another, and, above all, avoid being contaminated by Area X itself. They arrive expecting the unexpected, and Area X delivers—but it’s the surprises that came across the border with them and the secrets the expedition members are keeping from one another that change everything.

Bared to You by Sylvia Day

(Crossfire #1)

4.18/5

Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness. He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily.

Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other's most private wounds and desires.

The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart.

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

(All Souls Trilogy #1)

4/5

Deep in the stacks of Oxford's Bodleian Library, young scholar Diana Bishop unwittingly calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript in the course of her research. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Diana wants nothing to do with sorcery; so after a furtive glance and a few notes, she banishes the book to the stacks. But her discovery sets a fantastical underworld stirring, and a horde of daemons, witches, and vampires soon descends upon the library. Diana has stumbled upon a coveted treasure lost for centuries-and she is the only creature who can break its spell.

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melonmilkshake · 20 days

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Re- upload from my wattpad

Randal Ivory x bimboish!reader

smut

Medium length

She/Her | Fem

TW: fingering, overstimulation, biting, and slight kidnapping

Your boyfriend gets jealous easily and can't let you go.

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ.

You walked down the hallway of your school you were so happy to see your boyfriend again. Your flowy skirt was so pretty and caught a few of the boys from your class's attention.

When you sat down at your desk you sighed noticing your boyfriend Randal wasn't at school already. Usually he was pretty quick getting to school and would catch up with you but not today.

Thoughts swarmed your head as you wondered if your boyfriend was ok. What if he was sick?! Or what if he got hurt?! You loved him so much but sometimes it was an overwhelming amount of love that you felt for him.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder and you quickly turned your head smiling hoping it was Randal but it wasn't sadly it was one of your dickhead classmates who would tease and bully Randal.

Your smile faded as the boy started talking to you. You were indeed listening and especially since you were mostly hearing his flirty comments about you. It had gotten to the point you were so focused you didn't even notice your boyfriend walking up to you

But soon you did because the same classmate who was talking to you stopped talking. You looked at Randal as a small smile appeared on his face. You never really could tell what Randal's emotions were, he was different and that was one thing that made you fall in love with him but not all.

The two boys just looked at each other your classmate was pissed luckily no one really was in the room... Wait but why though? Why was there not a lot of people in the room you said in your head as you looked around.

There was only 2 people besides Randal and your classmate inside the classroom. That's when your classmate spoke up.

" Listen motherfucker I don't know what your problem is at this point your weird as shit and I know damn well your girlfriend is not into you. "

Randal stopped smiling and laughed that's all he did but until you were roughly grabbined up by Randal while he said something back to your classmate.

"No how about you listen cumbag she is fucking mine your just jealous because you can't get a girl as beautiful as y/n" he laughed again his grip on your wrist got tighter and only to then pull you out of the classroom and angrily drag you down the hallways of your school.

You tried keeping up with him but he walked faster making you trip slightly you knew you shouldn't have listened to your classmate but you didn't know what to do. Soon you reached a area that you weren't familiar with. You and Randal were then met with a door that you would be pushed into then after the door would lock. You started pounding on the door asking for Randal to open it but it was no use.

You curled up in a ball and stayed that way for God knows how long. You stayed awake for the whole time sobbing and when you heard the school bell ring thats when you broke down. After about two more hours of crying and screaming you felt yourself stop as you heard the sound of foot steps reaching closer to the closet you were in. You didn't want it to be Randal but you knew it was him.

The door opened and you stayed curled up in a ball still to scared to see Randal. "Dearest I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that." This was enough to make you feel safer. You lifted your head up and looked up at your boyfriend. He sat down next to you caressing your thigh and squeezing it lightly.

The closet was not small but not big basically the perfect space for the two of you but you rested your head on his shoulder as he now started caressing your inner thigh. You shivered while he proceeded to squeeze your inner thigh he soon made his way to your woman hood but of course he didn't touch it just yet.

" I'll make it up darling I can make you feel good. " He said with his precious voice that you could not say no to. You got up and sat on his lap opening your legs a little. You felt him put his head on your shoulder and he opened your legs a little more. He started whispering sweet nothings into your ear that made you sleepy not even realizing he already had his hand in your panties.

You shivered again getting you to wake up a little from him playing with your slick folds. You whimpered at his touch wanting more of him.

"Randal... Please." you whimpered but he didn't care but he also needed to make sure you felt better and were distracted from the thought of earlier today even if he still was angry about what happened. He quickly put one of his fingers into you and pushed it in and out.

Then he put another finger in and sped up his pace already getting you really wet to the point you could hear sloppy sounds throughout the whole closet. You looked up to the ceiling because of how much pleasure Randal was giving you.

"You're doing so well...but we're not gonna stop anytime soon" you felt him curl his fingers right as he said that making you moan. Sadly at that moment Randal took his fingers out of you sucking your juices off of them. "Randal.. I thought you said we weren't done yet.." he giggled at your petty and tired expression as he got up.

You stood up and fell into him but not enough to knock him down because your legs were already a little numb from how good you were feeling your head was also on his chest. " Y/N take off your skirt." You looked up at him and complied taking your cute skirt off.

Randal grabbed your ass and squeezed it once your skirt was off and started biting your neck in a vampirish way. While he fondled your ass you couldn't help but hug him which caused him to let go of your ass. He hugged you back tightly like he wasnt going to let go of you that there was no escape.

You could feel yourself brushing up against something you looked down and noticed that Randal got a boner and how hard he was. Suddenly the hug was released and you walked back a bit bumping into the wall behind you. Randal walked closer and pinned you to the wall playing with the rem of your panties obviously wanting you to take them off so you did so. He looked at your pussy and smiled "you're so pretty y/n. Everything about you is just so perfect to me." You blushed at his comment soon to be kissed deeply by him, his boner brushing up against you again. Randal and you parted away getting some air.

"Y/N are you feeling better?" You nodded and smiled softly everything was so good but you felt something was missing. Was Randal even feeling the way you were? Was he feeling pleasured? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Randal unzip his pants. He then took his dick out of his boxers he was pretty big you didn't know how he'd even fit inside you. Then you thought about it if this could make him feel good then everything will be okay.

You didn't even know how long you were staring at his cock but again he was big so of course your eyes would be staring at it. "Y/N eyes up here hun." You picked your head up and blushed as he smirked. "Turn around" he said and you did so easily pushed up against the wall ass out. He lined up his cock to your entrance and he slowly went in. You winced at the pain because of him pushing in slowly going in and out of you.

He sped up since he felt more adjusted inside of you going faster as you whimpered and moaned. That's when he got comfortable in you going faster, little grunts coming out of his mouth. Then things took a turn... The sweet Randal you loved started talking about something. "Y/N... I killed them. I killed all of them." He said in a psychotic tone which freaked you out wondering what the fuck was he talking about.

He started giggling as your moans were coming out of you more. "Y/N your mine." He whispered his hands digging into your waist so you took that as a sign to nod. "Y/N you're all mine I didnt want them flirting with you so I killed those fuckers." You felt sick to your stomach as those words came out of his mouth just at the thought that he may have killed some of your classmates.

Thats when he gripped your waist harder and slammed into you. You gasped at the feeling the rush was perfect but you knew that this meant Randal was probably still angry. You felt yourself cum as he pulled out not knowing if he had came inside you or even came at all since he was quiet besides grunting a few times.

You then propped yourself up against the wall so you were able to stand better you turned around and were admittedly kissed. You both pulled away as Randal spoke

"Y/N you're coming home with me tonight. Maybe then you'll believe me.." he laughed slightly seeing you looking worried.

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sewinrat · 9 months

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same goes to luther man...we need his x readers its a need hes awesome.....

*Reader wears casual clothes (idk smth like a tank top) that was supposed to clash with Luther's style.

"Oh wow your house is cool," You said, looking around the room without a care in the world. "Why, thank you, human♡" Luther said with as much enthusiasm he could show on his face and tone. "Are you hungry? We could have dinner and I'll be the cook while you and Sebastian can watch♡" You look at him a bit confused and asked, "Who's Sebastian..?"

It didn't take long for you to see Sebastian because now you're sitting beside him with the family for dinner. Poor boy looks so nervous in such a bizarre outfit. Luther started to do a role call and that's how you know which is which. Nyen the catman as the butcher, Nyon the catman on the accordion, the infamous Randal cutting the onions, and of course Luther as the main vocalist and chef.

Long story short, you let out little giggles as you watch it all happened which results in Sebastian looking at all of you concerned. "Sebastian, [Name]. It's my fault. Now what should we do for your dinner." Randal decides for everyone to go to 'Smile Diner' and you had to sit beside Sebastian who's out of the clown outfit and now in regular outfits, looking outside. You look to see what's out there and saw a creature, "Is that a dog or a wolf?" Luther wasn't happy to hear the mention of it so he told both of you to turn around. Sebastian immediately did so but you stayed for a while just to piss him off before turning back around with a smug face .

___

After that whole fiasco, you decided to stay at the Ivory House and now you're beside Luther just chilling while he sips his tea. You grab his hand to hold and start fiddling with his rings. Luther just let it be because he didn't mind that much. "You have a nice family," you initiate the conversation first. "Why thank you♡" Luther reply back in a happy tone. Silence follows after that as you try to think what else to say.

"Do you think that counts as our first date?" you send a lazy smile towards him. He turns to look at you blankly,

"I will not count that as a first date."

"Then can we go out on a real first date?"

"Ok♡"

#“I'm god” x “Ok cool”#How to write #luther von ivory #ranfren #ranfren luther #randal’s friends #x reader #luther x reader #ranfren x reader #request more if you like #Sincerely sewer rat

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nyonyen · 29 days

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FORGIVE ME FATHER p.2

randal ivory x f!reader | AO3 | 18+ ᴛᴀɢs: priest kink, cunnilingus, rough + unsafe sex, potentially dubcon (?), spanking ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ: a lovely anon :) ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ: here

It had been a week since that sacrilegious excursion you had with Randal. You left that experience with a new sort of perspective toward him but decided it was perhaps best to avoid him as much as you could. These feelings were complex, and you had a deep fear of anyone else in the house finding out about them.

On your way to the kitchen, you passed by the room he had dragged you to— noticing that he still hadn’t gotten rid of the cardboard structure. Deciding to put the cause of your late-night blushing away, you enter the otherwise empty room and move to break down the boxes. You kneel against the dakimakura and hum idly— not noticing the shadow approaching you from behind and closing the door.

“Well, it seems like someone is eager for another sermon!”

Jumping slightly at the suddenness of Randal’s presence, you turn around quickly, “Jesus, can’t you warn me before you do that?! And that’s… not why I’m here, dumbass.”

“That is no way to talk to a priest!” He was dressed, not in his previous cassock, but in his usual gakuran, so his logic seemed like it would fall apart swiftly. The hand on his hip didn’t help either.

“What are you even talking about?” You grumbled, trying to hide the blush at the thought of him continuing this charade.

You yelp as Randal shoves your head down into the pillow, whispering softly in your ear, “I think you need some more discipline, right? Maybe I should wash your mouth out with soap if you keep using such words, hm…”

“Get the fuck off of me, you—!” Your words are even more muffled as he continues to push your face into the fabric, and he tuts at your response.

“When are you gonna learn? This is just so unfortunate… I thought we had fun last time, but you’re still such a sinner!”

Despite rolling your eyes at this, you couldn’t help but feel a familiar warmth growing in the pit of your stomach. In an attempt to stifle this perverse attraction, you squirm against his hold— but Randal only takes this as playful desperation.

“Oh, I get it!” He giggles, gripping the nape of your neck tighter, “You want to be punished appropriately! It all makes sense now…”

You try and shake your head, but he’s already deadset on his view of the situation. Lucky for him, you had only donned a short skirt that he could so easily lift to take advantage.

“You even dressed up so cute for me,” he admires your vulnerable position, grinning all the while. “It’s so similar to a manga I just read, actually… are you a kuudere or a dandere?”

Randal’s confidence had grown so much after that short experience with you those days ago— he had fantasized every night about the moment he could finally return the favor. As you slept in the coffin next to him and Sebastian, he couldn’t get a wink. Instead, he watched your peaceful face, imagining how he could contort it in agonizing pleasure— just like you did for him. Wasn’t he such a kind and thoughtful person?

He, of course, assumed the reason you were so forthcoming with his advances was because of the priest role. Randal wished he could have planned better, wearing the cassock rather than his unsuited school uniform— but when an opportunity arises, how could he resist?

“Don’t you worry, I’ll make you feel real good, (Y/N),” he mutters, lifting your skirt to reveal your panties, “All in the name of our Lord, of course!”

Your hips tremble slightly under his touch, and he takes in your every reaction like gospel. He finally lets go of your neck, but you don’t move an inch— opting to keep the pitiful position. Randal’s eyes widen at this, pleased at your willful submission.

He roughly pulls down your panties, revealing how wet you already were at this point, “Oh, the odds of your forgiveness are getting better by the minute, kekeke…”

Leaning in, his tongue flits excitedly over your entrance, eager to taste you. Randal shoves the remnant feelings of nervousness down, reminding himself that he’s the one in control. He could do whatever he wants, and you’ll beg for more. Your muffled whimpers encourage him as he dips inside, feeling your warmth around his tongue.

“You taste so sweet,” he praised, pulling away and giggling at the thread of saliva left, “Even if you’ve been so bitter to me! We’ll fix that, won’t we?”

Randal’s inexperienced licks, coupled with the lewdness of the situation, have you arching into his every touch— it seemed like his tongue was everywhere at once. He moans as you rock back against his open-mouthed kisses, the idea of him supposedly punishing you only returns to him after a moment.

His gloved hands grip your behind harshly as he pulls away, and he doesn’t deny himself the perverse joy of landing a hit against it. You whine sharply into the pillow and give yourself a chance to breathe properly by turning your head to the side.

“It’s time for your lesson in holy manners, yes…” Randal hums as he kneels behind you fully, and you hear that telltale unzipping of his slacks. “I may not be in my priestly robes, but I’m still qualified, aren’t I?”

The mutterings fell on deaf ears as you felt his tip slide against your warmth suddenly, making your back arch in turn. He lets out an excited breath as he watches his hardness become coated with you— it was nothing like last time. Your saliva was so warm and tantalizing, but this… Randal knew that this was completely and utterly you.

He slides in with relative ease, his hand pulling your skirt up even higher up your waist. He grips the newly exposed flesh, and you know it’ll bruise by tomorrow. The choked moan that erupts from his throat as he seats himself fully inside is downright pornographic.

“Fuck…” Randal begins to thrust already, giving you no time to adjust to the intrusion, “I didn’t think it would feel this good, oh… oh, this is so dirty!”

He thrusts into you with shallow and rough movements. He admired the way your body seemed to subconsciously meet him, and couldn’t help but grab your hips fully. He moves you back onto him like you were a toy, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Look at this, (Y/N),” he gasps out, his control over your body harsh, “You’re just letting me use you like a doll or something! I bet you love this.”

Randal slaps you again, and you relish in the sting that he doesn’t rush to soothe. He feels you clench around him at this, making him shudder. His glasses start to fog up as he begins to thrust into you again properly, pressing his weight onto you in a primal manner.

“Being so submissive and… so good, I love it,” he mumbles, pushing your head down into the pillow forcefully, “I knew this is what you needed, what we both needed, really.”

He continues to ramble and gasp as he fucks you in earnest, not considering your comfort whatsoever. His inhuman nature was evident in the way he never seemed to pause for his own comfort either, only chasing the primal pleasure that he had only discovered now.

You sneak a hand under yourself to rub at your clit, feeling your release rapidly approaching— causing Randal to almost growl, “No, no, let me do it!”

Slapping your hand away, he roughly rubs at your clit, making you keen into the fabric of the pillow, “Randal, please..!”

“Keep begging,” he chokes out a moan, slamming his hips into yours, “Keep doing it, come on.”

You start to tremble, and you know it was only moments before that knot unfurled— but you obey anyway, “Please, please, please… don’t stop!”

Randal almost screams in pleasure as the words fall from your lips, “Come on, let go for me, yes!”

His words come out only as jumbled moans, but it was more than enough for you to release around his length. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, allowing you to ride out your orgasm along with his overstimulating thrusts. You cry out as his hips finally stutter against yours, filling you up completely.

“Ah… shit,” Randal groans, slumping against your back and letting go of your neck, “Fuck, (Y/N)... I didn’t know that you had such a huge kink for Catholicism.”

He pulls out slowly but still rests against your back like you were his bed. You don’t have it in you to deny his claim, but roll your eyes to no one in particular nonetheless.

“Oh, and don’t worry,” he whispers, leaning to your ear, “All is forgiven!”

#randal ivory x reader #ranfren x reader #✎

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Relax | Nyon

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

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

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

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

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

Well, except Nyon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

“I am hard again.”

Мне жаль - I'm sorry

любимая - darling

родная - dear

только для меня - only for me

Ебать - fuck

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

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

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The Gods of Gravity: A Story: https://ift.tt/310VlSp

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!

A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

D.H. Lawrence

Not long ago, the owner of a gallery in which I wanted to be represented visited my studio. She had a discerning eye, a successful gallery, and I respected her judgment. To my dismay, however, her verdict on many of my paintings was this: “Miguel, I love your Imagination and these dream-like paintings are mysterious and beautiful. The problem is, I have no idea how to sell them.”

She was right, of course, dreams are strange. They may be real and compelling to me, but why should anyone else have any interest in them?

And yet, and yet, the wind blows….

Many non-artists assume that painters, writers and composers understand what their own works mean, and non-artists are often surprised that I don’t understand any more about what my paintings mean than they do. I explain that I’m trying to paint some things, or better yet, some forces that I can’t see, but that I know are present. I use colors and shapes to suggest hints, intuitions and glimpses of something invisible. Sometimes the painting is successful, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes, like baseball, it gets rained out.

The Gods of Gravity – Oil on canvas – 16 x 20 inches

But even if I don’t understand what a painting means, a story about the thoughts, insights and choices that went into the making of it can be entertaining. The Gods of Gravity, for example, was conceived in Northern Europe, specifically in Iceland and Finland. I had never visited the countries of Northern Europe, but had been awarded a sabbatical leave by Sierra College to do research in Scandinavia for classes I was teaching in Art History and World Mythology. I wanted to answer two questions that had long puzzled me: Other than Edvard Munch, who have been prominent artists in the Northern part of the world? Also: a lot is known about Zeus, Aphrodite and Hades; why don’t we know more about Odin, Frigg and Hel?

So, about the piano: A few short years ago on a warm afternoon in late summer, I limped a couple miles from the Laajalahden tram stop in Helsinki to the home/museum of Akseli Gallen-Kallela in the forest outskirts northwest of the city. (I was dragging my left foot because two weeks earlier, in Stockholm, I had been cursed by a witch. But that’s a story for a different post.)

Gallen-Kallela’s home remains largely as it had been when he died in 1931, with bedroom, kitchen, salon, dining room, and his studio with an etching press and a magnificent grand piano. The piano enchanted me immediately and I spent an hour drawing the sketch you see here. (I added the shoes and candelabra later.)

Sketch of G-K’s Piano – Pencil on paper – 7 x 11 inches

The word “enchanted” is not nearly strong enough. Cellos, bassoons and violins are celestial creations, but pianos are pure magic. I took lessons as a boy, and even though I stopped playing piano in favor of playing baseball, it’s still my favorite instrument. No mornings pass when I begin work in my studio without the presence of Mozart, or Johann Sebastian, or Domenico Scarlatti. In the afternoons it’s Keith Jarrett, Mary Lou Williams and Leszek Możdżer.

There will be more said about pianos in a minute, but first I must tell you about the World of Akseli Gallen-Kallela. The Kalevala, Finland’s national myth, was published only thirty years before the artist was born in 1865. The story unfolds in a beautiful and savagely harsh landscape of dense green forests, snow-covered lakes and fields, and it contains all the elements of epic poetry anyone would want: magical adventures, revenge, incest, betrayals, jealousy, shamans, murder, blood feuds, suicide, child abuse, shape-shifting, fratricide, magic spells, kidnapping, theft, thwarted love, heroes, incantations, death and resurrection, “nameless diseases,” shipwrecks, magical animals, the imprisonment of the sun and the moon, epic battles, virgin birth, sacred groves, a miraculous infant, and so on, all flowing toward a shadowy and inconclusive outcome, as if in a dream. Like the Icelandic Eddas, it exerted a huge influence on J.R.R. Tolkien. It also cast its spell on Gallen-Kallela. On me as well.

Lemminkäinen’s Mother – Tempera on Canvas – 34 x 44 inches

In this painting, one of the heroes, Lemminkäinen the shaman, has been killed by his enemies, his body thrown into the River Tounela and torn apart by the rapids. With a copper rake given to her by a god, his mother dredges every scrap of his body from the depths, stitches them together and restores him to life with the help of honey from a magic bee. (You can barely see it at the bottom of the wavy golden rays that descend diagonally from the top of the composition. In the top left corner floats the ominous Black Swan.)

Intuitively in The Gods of Gravity, I wanted to invoke three levels of existence– the Celestial World, home of gods and angelic forces; the Under World, land of the Dead, the hidden world of treasures humans attempt to extract from it, (and things we prefer to conceal in its depths); and Midgard, the human world between above and below.

The fires bursting out of the snow come from the volcanoes of Iceland. I doubt that anyone knows the exact number of volcanoes murmuring under the surface of the island, but the general consensus is that 30 or so are currently active. Even in Reykjavik I felt a pulse underfoot, as if I were walking on the skin of a drum. Perhaps that’s why I eventually added the shoes, even though I never gave the slightest thought to oxfords or brogans. The shoes needed to be feminine.

Why? I don’t know. I didn’t think about anything: no thoughts, no theories no analyses, no ponderings or musings or ruminations about this or that, no studying, no deliberations. Only the wind.

When the painting first began to gestate, there were no mountains or fires under the piano, only snow as part of the landscape of the forest. Why I added the fissures and smoke and lava, I don’t know. After the painting was finished and I could think about it, I figured that the earth is feminine, we are born into this world through the feminine. The muses, at least in my case, are incontrovertibly feminine, so the font of creativity must be feminine, and for all I know, so is the wind.

In my imagination, the ghostly candelabra lives in the upper world and often casts no shadow into this one. Why only one candle still burns, I can’t say. But it felt to me that, like the shoes, they had to be colored red, blue and yellow as part of a larger rainbow. Also, the legs of the piano had to reflect the colors of the creative forces rising from the Underworld into this world.

The Gods of Gravity – Oil on canvas – 16 x 20 inches

As we all know, pianos are made of wood, so now we come to two totems that are inextricably linked, the forest and the piano. The three-legged monster in Gallen-Kallela’s studio was a rich ivory black, but it didn’t occur to me to paint it in any colors other than as a dark rainbow. I wanted to suggest the creative energies of all Three Worlds: gifts that come to us through the hands of Mozart and Bach and Keith Jarrett.

Alas, the most important totems are invisible. What keeps everything suspended in space? We could call those forces Gravity and Anti-Gravity, I suppose, but those are only words. Except for brilliant souls like the theoretical physicist, Lisa Randall, we know as little about these invisible forces as we do about Dark Energy and Dark Matter.

Whether The Gods of Gravity succeeds, or fails, or is only a ragbag of associations–not even a rained-out baseball game–I don’t know. I used to think that I as I grew older I would understand more. But now the opposite is happening: Life is more mysterious, not less. In spite of that, what better subject to try to paint than what exists beyond what we can see? But how does an artist attempt this? Bach and Mozart knew. So did D. H. Lawrence. His poem that began this post is called Song of a Man Who Has Come Through. Here is how the poem ends:

What is the knocking?

What is the knocking at the door in the night?

It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.

Admit them, admit them.

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Aside from Claire and Jamie, which relationships do you like in the books? Romantic or non romantic

At first glance, I thought you meant in books other than Outlander and I was like “oh no, now I have to remember every book I’ve ever read”, which I tried to do, and I realize that this is the first series of books I’ve ever read that’s for adults. Kinda sad to think about as I am almost nineteen…

But anyway, thanks for such a great question, anon!

In Outlander, I really like the relationship between Claire and Geillis. Although Claire is skeptical of her from time to time, their girly bond is wonderful to read about. Plus I have a soft spot for Geillis (especially in the show; Lotte Verbeek does a really great job portraying her character).

In Dragonfly in Amber, I love Mary and Claire’s relationship. I see Claire kind of like Mary’s mentor in a way, and it makes me really happy. I also love the Mary x Alex romantic subplot, too. Although Alex is a Randall, I wish he could’ve lived and he that he could’ve made Mary happy.

Also in Dragonfly, I really love the Bonnie Prince Charlie x Jamie relationship. I feel like he has a total crush on him and it’s hilarious. Cheré James. (Never forget the ghostly voice coming from the roof: Jaaaaaaaames!)

Here’s a compiled list of all of my relationships, sort-of ranked, based on all that I’ve read so far (Outlander to Ch. 27 of Voyager):

1. Claire x Jamie: duh

2. Murtagh x Jamie: I cannot articulate into words how much their relationship means to me. It hurt me when Murtagh didn’t survive Culloden. He was like Jamie’s guardian angel, and I guess still is in a way. Also, he was the biggest Claire x Jamie shipper there was and there is no way you can convince me otherwise.

3. Fergus x Claire x Jamie: I love the dynamic between the three of them, more so in the show than in the book, but nevertheless I love their bond as a trio. I think it comes more to fruition in Voyager, but I will always have a soft spot for baby Fergus.

4. Roger x Claire: I really fucking love Roger, guys. Like… so much. And I truly enjoy reading about Claire from his perspective, because most of Voyager is either from Claire’s POV or Jamie thinking about how great Claire is. I just love how he describes her.

“It was Roger who found her in the morning, curled up on the study sofa under the hearthrug, papers scattered carelessly over the floor where they had spilled from one of the folders.The light from the floor-length windows streamed in, flooding the study, but the high back of the sofa had shaded Claire’s face and prevented the dawn from waking her. The light was just now pouring over the curve of dusty velvet to flicker among the strands of her hair.A glass face in more ways than one, Roger thought, looking at her. Her skin was so fair that the blue veins showed through at temple and throat, and the sharp, clear bones were so close beneath that she might have been carved of ivory.The rug had slipped half off, exposing her shoulders. One arm lay relaxed across her chest, trapping a single, crumpled sheet of paper against her body. Roger lifted her arm carefully, to pull the paper loose without waking her. She was limp with sleep, her flesh surprisingly warm and smooth in his grasp.His eyes found the name at once; he had known she must have found it.“James MacKenzie Fraser,” he murmured. He looked up from the paper to the sleeping woman on the sofa. The light had just touched the curve of her ear; she stirred briefly and turned her head, then her face lapsed back into somnolence.“I don’t know who you were, mate,” he whispered to the unseen Scot, “but you must have been something, to deserve her.

5. Frank x Claire (pre-stones): I really love the first couple of chapters of Outlander. I re-read them a little bit ago between chapters of Dragonfly where I couldn’t stand to read what was going on, and the whole experience was super bitter-sweet. They were so adorable together before, and the way their relationship changes later on makes the first chapters even more sad.

5. Ian x Jamie: there’s a quote from Dragonfly that made me cry after reading it. I don’t know why, but it did. I’ll leave it here, and that will describe in its entirety why I love their friendship:

“He’s only a year older than me. When I was growing, he was always there. Until I was fourteen, there wasna a day went by when I didna see Ian. And even later, after I’d gone to foster wi’ Dougal, and to Leoch, and then later still to Paris, to university–when I’d come back, I’d walk round a corner and there he would be, and it would be like I’d never left. He’d just smile when he saw me, like he always did, and then we’d be walkin’ away together, side by side, ower the fields and the streams, talkin’ of everything.” He sighed deeply, and rubbed a hand through his hair. “Ian … he’s the part of me that belongs here, that never left,” he said, struggling to explain. “I thought … I must tell him; I didna want to feel … apart. From Ian. From here.”

6. Jenny x Jamie: Damn those stubborn Frasers. I love their sibling bond, it’s so great.

7. Brianna x Roger: The early stages of their budding romance makes me smile, they’re so cute together. (Although his infatuation with Claire makes this relationship seem a bit weird to me, but it’s fine.)

8. Master Raymond x Claire: All the scenes in Dragonfly with Master Raymond are hands down my favorite (hence why I added one in my own fanfic). The healing scene is probably my favorite in all of DiA. Plus, their auras are blue, and so is mine (!!!), so that makes me feel connected to them somehow.

9. God x Claire: Ok, so hear me out for this last one.There are two different times Claire talks to God in the series so far: the first is in the Abbey in France, and the second is the chapel in Boston. Both times, she is thinking about Jamie and faith and how all of that ties together. The time she spends with Anslem in Outlander is my favorite in the whole book. I had to include this as a relationship in this list because it really had a lasting effect on me. Plus, I feel it ties in with some themes of the series so far: faith and mercy (applicable to all of the books, but mostly Dragonfly).

“At last, as usually happened here, I ceased to think. Whether it was the stoppage of time in the presence of eternity, or only the overtaking of a bone-deep fatigue, I didn’t know. But the guilt over Frank eased, the wrenching grief for Jamie lessened, and even the constant tug of motherhood upon my emotions receded to the level of background noise, no louder than the slow beating of my own heart, regular and comforting in the dark peace of the chapel. “O Lord,” I whispered, “I commend to Your mercy the soul of Your servant James.” And mine, I added silently. And mine.”

Of course, there are more, but these are the only ones I can really think of right now. What relationships are your favorites? Share your thoughts! ✨

#replies #thank you for such a lovely question anon!!#book thoughts

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