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minteasketches · 13 days
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I drew Sol the last time (and Mychael...) so it was time I drew another Ren/rendacted from @14dayswithyou . I keep forgetting to draw the scars on his hands tho.... but this made good practise since I'm trying to do more detailed and cleaner art. lets hope I have more patience when doing my personal art next time.
Dunno if you guys like the timelapse videos or wanna keep seeing them or should next time I just leave it out?
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renrenlilangel · 25 days
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Been thinking of art supplies and stuff I would love to have or want as a artist...Then Ren came to mind over this all. So have a little thing inspired by this. lol 💜
Ren/Redacted x artist gn!reader
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The moment Ren knew you were a artist, he knew how they would express his love for you without a second thought.
Even before finally making himself known to you again in person in your life. They would anonymously gift you things to keep your creative heart going.
Pencils, pens, brushes, whatever you worked with, you would have it. He'll be sure to make them small gifts, to not intimidate you of course. But they would of gifted you a whole art supplies shop if he could, to be direct.
Though the moment he'd finally let himself be known in your life, and you two start dating. That's when he'll start to up his gifts giving levels to you, and not shy away from showing his love for you.
He'll even go as far as make a whole art studio for you at his place, so you have a place to work at freely with no issues. As well be a perfect excuse to have you over most of the times.
They will spoil you rotten through that art studio honestly. He'll fill the whole room up with art supplies of all types of mediums he knows you like, were interested in trying, etc. All so you can create and explore through the arts that your heart desires.
And never will you be without anything you need. He'll be sure to keep that place stocked up always, and will even give you more things through time.
He'll especially gift you special custom made things they know you'll love or use (pens, pencils, brushes, etc), that have both your names initials engraved on them. 💗
And if you ever need a muse to work with, you can bet they'll volunteer to be yours in a heartbeat. If anything, he hopes to be your muse, your only muse in fact. He wants no one else to have your complete heart and attention after all.
Whatever art medium(s) you work with, it doesn't matter because he knows he'll love your work always in the end. Anything you create is instantly amazing and beautiful to him, even if you were to make the most darkest gruesome art piece alive. He'll still call it absolutely gorgeous, because it was made by you.
And it'll especially go double if your art pieces were created with him on mind or inspired by them.
Him knowing you created anything at all because of him and him alone, would make their love for you grow even more. They'll absolutely would shower you with love and adoration from it all. 💖
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amethystasra · 4 months
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14DWY is an 18+ game, minors DNI !
Ren/ AFAB Reader
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Ren belongs to @14dayswithyou 🌟
You spent the day with Leon and Ren gets jealous. Based off a post that said Ren would only take his own pleasure into account if you manage to make him jealous enough, though this ended up being a lot softer than intended. Written with [REDACTED] in mind.
jealousy, reverse comfort and all that stuff:)
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Five hours. Five hours, fifty-two minutes and thirteen seconds. That's how long you've been gone today. Ren looked at the time on his laptop, as he counted the seconds you were away. A painful emptiness in his heart, as he stared at the pictures of you and him that hung on your shared walls. He missed you so much. Even a minute without you is enough to turn him into a sobbing mess.  
He heard your laugh coming from his laptop -That he had been using to listen in on your conversations through your phone- followed up by someone else's that made his fists curl up in anger. Leon.  
"I haven't seen Leon in weeks Ren. We're just catching up. It'll only be for a little while; I'll be right back." You had told him, after he had desperately tried to keep you home using numerous excuses as to why you shouldn't go.  
Ren's possessive tendencies are already intense enough as it is, but oh your childhood friend, the piece of shit who had ruined his proposal to you all those years ago, made him feel a type of jealousy like no other. His jaw clenched as he forced out a –somewhat unsettling- smile. “Sorry angel. I just worry about you.” He pulled you closer to him, placing a kiss atop your forehead. “Call me if you need anything, alright?” He had no choice but to let you go, not wanting to risk a fight, and end up with you potentially viewing him in a bad light.  
Ren felt his stomach churning, a mixture of jealousy and anger, hearing the two of you talk and laugh, while you ignored him. You had responded to the first couple of his texts, picked up the first few times he called, until you decided to put your phone on do not disturb.  
"Is everything alright between you and that lanky fella, sunfish?" Leon’s voice was laced with concern. "You know all I want is for you to be happy, and I'll support you no matter what,” He paused for a second. “But, if I'm being honest, something about him just feels off. He’s called you, like what? Five times already?" 
Ren felt his blood boil, his brain already coming up with ways to remove this pest that keeps on trying to separate him from his angel.  
You were quick to dismiss Leon’s concerns. "He's just a bit clingy, that's all. It's actually kind of sweet. He just worries a lot." Ren's anger melted away, as you came to his defense, replaced by the utter love and devotion he feels for you. A literal angel.  
Six hours and 20 minutes had passed when you finally returned home. Ren already stood waiting right in front of the door. Before you could even step inside you felt a pair of arms wrap around you tightly. "Woah, hello to you too." You giggled; a bit startled. Ren didn't respond as he pulled you inside, rested his head on top of yours and inhaled your scent. You embraced him back and smiled. "I missed you too Ren."  
Ren finally pulled back enough to look at you.  
"Did you?" He sounded sad, but there was also a certain sharpness in his voice. "Then why were you ignoring me?" The jealousy in his voice now becoming clear.  
You frowned, feeling a twinge of guilt rise in you. "I'm sorry Ren. It's just, you were calling almost every 10 minutes and Leon-" Ren cut you off before you could finish your sentence. "Do you like him more than me?" His voice was intense, not mad, you knew he could never get mad at you. He sounded possessive, and if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you would’ve almost missed the desperation his words were laced with. "No- no of course not." Heat rose to your cheeks as butterflies began to form in your stomach. 
He stared at you intensely, putting his hand on your face and bringing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. You kiss him back immediately. His hands grabbing your waist firmly, fingers digging into the plush skin. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled back.  
"Then show me that you belong to me. That you're mine."  He breathes, eyes half lidded. You nodded your head with a desperate gleam in your eyes, letting him know how much you want this too. "I'm yours Ren." You tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear.  "Only yours." 
Ren's lips were back on yours in an instant, moaning into your mouth as his hands roamed all over your body. One was placed behind your head, as the other found its way to your breast, massaging it. After a while his hands settled around your thighs, and suddenly you were being lifted up and carried to the bedroom.  
Ren gently set you down on the bed before stepping back and looking down at you with complete infatuation. "Strip for me." He ordered.  
You stared at him for a second, unsure of where to start. When you took a little too long for his liking, he quirked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to get started. You slowly pulled up your shirt, exposing your bare chest. Ren looked at you intently, watching you undress for him, his hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants. Once you were done with the rest of your clothes, you sat back down on your knees, waiting obediently for your next order.  
Ren stepped closer to the bed and put his hand on top of your hair and started petting it softly. "So obedient f'me. Such a good girl. Now open up." He put his free hand on your chin, and gently pried open your lips with his finger before shoving it in.  
"Ah- fuck." Ren moaned as you immediately started sucking. He took a few seconds to relish in the way you seemed so eager to obey his every whim, before pulling his hand back and ordering you to lay down on the bed. He slowly started making his way over to the bedside table, never taking his eyes off you. He opened the drawer, pulling out a rope. "Hands above your head. Wrists together."  
All you could do was silently obey as you felt your arousal dripping down your thighs. Ren bound your wrists to the headboard and stepped back for a second, admiring his handiwork.  
"Mine." He whispered to himself quietly. A shameful thought crossed his mind, at the sight of you tied up beneath him. What if he kept you here permanently? tied up like this, in his bed. You sure seem to be enjoying yourself. Maybe you'd like this too. 
 Ren's heart raced at the thought of having you all to himself. Being the only one who gets to see you like this, the only one who gets to speak to you, the only one who gets to touch you, the only one who gets to receive your attention forever and ever and ever-  
"Ren?" The sound of your voice softly calling out his name made him snap back to reality.   
No. He’d never do that -except as a last resort of course, but he wouldn't let it come to that- he wants to share every single second of his life with you. He wants to watch the stars reflect in your eyes every night, he wants to take you on expensive dinners and shopping trips, give you everything you ask for, visit new places together, and make every single dream of yours come true. Because just as much as you were his, he was also yours. And if others tried to get in the way of that, he would simply have to get rid of them. It's going to be just the two of you for eternity, no matter what. He will make sure of that.  
He smiled at the sound of your voice, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Patience, angel.” 
He undressed himself, stroking his cock a few times before sitting down on the bed next to you. He softly cupped your face in the palms of his hands and kissed you. His hands slowly made their way down your body, making sure to not leave a single inch untouched. His hands came to an eventual halt a few inches from your soaking entrance. You bucked your hips against his fingers in an attempt for him to continue. He chuckled at your desperation, before sliding two fingers inside of you. 
"God, you're soaked for me already. I don't even think you need any prep." He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before retracting them completely, and slowly licking them clean with a moan. He straddled your hips placing his cock at your entrance and gripping your waist firmly.  
"Tell me how badly y'want it, angel. Tell me how badly you want me." The words escape your mouth before you can even think about it. "Please Ren. I need you."  A sly smirk appeared on his face. "Please what? What do you need? Use your words baby."  
"I need you to fuck me Ren plea-" before you could even finish your sentence Ren was already thrusting himself inside you, groaning loudly at the way your soft walls hugged his member. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust and started moving –at a pace a bit rougher than his usual- after you gave a confirming nod.  
His fingers dig into the plush of your hips, as Ren continues fucking into you roughly like his life depends on it. He whimpers every time your walls clench around his cock.  
Ren shamelessly moans out your name, while moving one hand to cup your face, and the other towards your clit, using his skilled fingers to rub it in circles. He's being so rough, yet so gentle at the same time.  
"Keep making those pretty sounds for me f'me baby. Fuck you feel so good." He moans into the crook of your neck before gently biting into the skin there, leaving marks all over you.  
He continues thrusting into you, searching your eyes after he decides he's left enough marks on your throat. His eyes glisten with something so utterly intense and passionate it leaves you speechless.  
You close your eyes for a while, getting lost in way his cock slams in and out of you, and the way his slender fingers work on your clit, until you hear Ren calling out your name again. "Look at me baby, you're close, aren't you?" You try to answer him, but all you can manage is a nod and more jumbled moans. "Then cum for me angel." 
The knot in your stomach tightens, and before you can even think about it you can feel yourself falling over the edge.  
He works you through your orgasm, making sure you get to ride it out entirely. Once you start to shake from overstimulation, his hands move back down to grab your hips again on the same spot where marks are already beginning to show from his previous hold and 
Ren's movements become frantic. "That's it baby, fuck." Ren lets out a mixture of whimpers and mumbled "I love You's" as he reaches his own peak and fills you up. 
Ren pants into the crook of your neck while you both come down from your high. He doesn't back up. He clings to you, as if he fears you might disappear the moment he lets go, pushing his face a little further into your hair, his fingers tightening around your waist. After a few seconds, he takes a moment to quickly undo the bindings around your wrists. He massages the area that was bound, placing the softest kisses onto it before settling his head back in its prior spot. 
Everything seemed peaceful, but you could tell something was off. He was somehow holding you even tighter than usual and the soft exhales of breath gliding down the side of your neck held something unspoken. 
You reach up, one hand softly stroking through his hair, as you put your other on his face in an attempt to get him to look up to you. His face remained buried deep into the crook of your neck, a few quick sobs escaping his lips. You kiss him temple, waiting a few moments, knowing he usually doesn't like to show this more emotional side of himself, let alone talk about it. "Ren, what's wrong?" You ask him in the softest, most angelic voice.  
He tries to choke back a response but ends up a stuttering mess. You place both your hands on his face now, making him look up at you with teary eyes. "It's okay, I'm here Ren, can you take some deep breaths for me?"  
Ren does as he's asked, and eventually his breathing steadies. You wipe a few stray tears that still lingered on his rosy cheeks. "What's wrong?" You whisper again, so quiet he almost missed it.  
"I- I just-" he begins slowly. "I missed you so much." He hesitates for a second, but a quick encouraging nod of your head makes him continue. "When you're not here with me, when you're with someone else, it feels as if all the air is ripped out of my lungs. It's like the moon and all the stars have disappeared from the sky and I'm left in complete darkness. I-” He looks up at you. “I just need you angel. I love you so much.”  
Your eyes start to tear up at his words, you pull his face to yours and kiss him. “I love you too Ren, more than anything. Please don’t ever doubt that.” You wipe away the tears that fall from his eyes. “I’m not going to just disappear if I'm away for a few yours. I'll always come home to you. Please just let me know whenever you feel like this, okay?” Ren nods and kisses you again, before rolling onto his side and pulling you into his chest. 
There are some more kisses and quiet words exchanged between the two of you before you both drift to sleep, dangled in each other's arms.
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talkbycolor · 4 months
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MC: please? For me?
[REDACTED]: don’t do that.
MC: do what?
[REDACTED]: you think if you say, “please, for me?” and give me that look, i’ll do whatever the fuck you wa-
MC: please, for me?
[REDACTED]: okay.
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sunnyhatchet · 2 years
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How would yanderes been cuddle kiss by surprise from there dearly beloved MC 🥰
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💙 Sunny Day Jack 💛
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"Woah, careful there Sunshine!” Despite the worry in his tone, Jack easily turns around in your grasp to hug you back. A pleased smile pulls at his lips when you snuggle closer to place a kiss on his face, and he returns the favor shortly after you pull away.
“You’re always full of surprises, aren’t you?” A pleased hum leaves his lips as he settles into your embrace. “You’re so adorable.”
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💚 Alan Orion 💚
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“What the-?!” Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to give Alan a surprise hug while he was holding his hatchet -- but luckily he dropped it in time when he realized it was you. A burst of laughter ripples from his throat as he lifts an arm to look at you, before ruffling your hair and returning your embrace.
“You scared me, Doe-eyes!” His grin gets wider the moment you start peppering his face with soft kisses. “I’m gonna get ya back for this one day, so you better prepare yourself!”
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💖 Ren / [REDACTED] 💜
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"A-A-Ah!” Whipping his head around, Ren shoots a hateful glare at the person behind him before realizing that it was you who jumped onto his back for a surprise hug. His expression immediately softens as he waits for you to climb down, only for you to pull him in by his cardigan and press a gentle peck onto his cheek, surprising him yet again.
“Taking a break from work, Angel?” Ren leans down to rest his forehead against yours. “That’s okay, you deserve one. W-Wanna sit with me for a while? No one comes to this aisle anyway...”
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🖤 John Doe 🖤
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"Surprise!” Before you could latch onto Doe and surprise him with a hug, he beats you to it turning around and scooping you into his arms. He nuzzles his head into your hair with a wide grin, and when he feels your arms wrap around him as well, he lets out a dreamy sigh.
“Haha, beat you to it, didn’t I?” You can hear him giggle from beside your ear before it turns into soft chanting of ‘I love you’. “I saw you coming... And also heard you... It was cute! You’re so cute!”
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💙 Peter Dunbar 🖤
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"D-Darling?!” Lifting an arm so he can see behind him, Peter watches as a mischievous grin replaces your smile as you nuzzle your head deeper into your boyfriend’s jacket. Once the panic settles down, he’d turn around in your hug and wrap his own arms around you, securely caging you in and protecting you from the outside world.
“What was that for?” Despite the concern, he’s smiling contently, especially when your face draws near to peck his lips. “Heh, you’re so sweet.”
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flaneur001 · 3 months
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As I was lounging about, I had this idea, what if Angel was buff, super into fitness and manhandled Ren thus giving me a little story inspo~
Ren/dacted x [Fitness Freak/ Gym Rat ] GN-Angel
(Ren Fluff) (proofread)
Word count-1278
Its sfw
(The characters belong to @14dayswithyou )
Short summary- It’s a Ren/dacted fluff. Angel is a fitness freak and doesn’t like Ren eating unhealthy food. So they punish Ren by making him drink their special breakfast smoothie
(Also I’ve made Angel a ‘Brawns over Brains’ type of character, and comically exaggerated their strength)
TW-Mentions of Calories, weight
Anything For You, My love
‘Slink…grab’ ‘Slink….grab’
The fluorescent pink yoyo bounced and wound back into Ren’s grasp, as he laid on his back lazily, long legs half dangling down the edge of the bed. His baby blue eyes burned holes on his bedroom door as he wearily stared at his handiwork. The new hinges securing the door looked stronger than the last. But he couldn’t be sure, so he had also stacked a chair against the door for extra measure.
‘Any minute now’,he thought. As if on cue a pair of heavy footsteps thudded on the hardwood floor, as they approached his room. An almost nervous smile broke onto his face as he waited, face scrunched up with anticipation at the complete uncertainty of the situation. His posture straightened and he sat cross-legged on the bed, watching, waiting like a big curious cat.
Knock Knock Knock
A loud rap at his door made his lips quirk up as he answered, “What’s the matter Angel?” He said in a feigned innocent voice.
“You know what! Now open up”, the low voice demanded.
“And what if I don’t?” Ren teased, enjoying it a tad more than necessary. A hint of a smirk lighting up his features.
“Then you leave me no choice RenRen”, they sighed mockingly as they cracked their knuckles.“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you okay hon?”
‘Huh…no way…not again. They wouldn’t dare’ Ren thought as he peacefully closed his eyes and relaxed into the body-pillow covered with his Angel’s large hoodie. ‘They’re bluffing right…right?!” He opened one eye, a little nervous at the ominous silence in the hallway.
But the silence didn’t last long as a loud BAM followed by a CRASH almost made Ren jump out of his bed. The keyword being almost. The door to his room flew off of its hinges, as he stared stoically at the chair sprawled on the floor of his bedroom. His Angel stood over the remnants of the door with a self-satisfied smirk on their face. Smug little devil
“I can’t believe you actually did it Angel’, he murmured laughing beside himself, God how could he not adore such a crazy cinnamon roll?!
“And I can’t believe you snuck in an entire box of Ramen, when I threw away your last stash just yesterday. I swear if I didn’t love you, I would've…”, Angel trailed off and pinched the bridge of their nose in exasperation. Acting all patronizing as if they didn’t just forcefully enter a room by breaking through a door.
Ren’s eyes lit up half in amusement and half in excitement as he practically leapt out of his bed and wrapped a big arm around Angel’s waist.
Bending down he whispered, his lips almost touching the shell of Angel’s ear teasingly, “Complete the sentence my Angel. You would’ve what? Punished me?” He leaned back only to throw a maddening smirk towards them purposely riling his little firecracker.
They let out a bark of laughter as they simply stared at the pink-haired man, peeved at his baiting, “You would like that wouldn’t you? No but I’ve planned something much much better darling” They smiled condescendingly as they wrapped their arms around his waist, circling him in their embrace like a trap.
“Do you have any idea how unhealthy that is…you practically inhale that trash like it’s some godsend treat. And DO NOT get me started on those damned energy drinks”, Angel rambled, speaking absentmindedly about calories and whatnot, huffily.
What Angel didn’t know was that he was enjoying every little second of this conversation. His heart thudded wildly at the simple intimacy of their actions. ‘My Angel worries about me’ he mused.
To say Ren was whipped would be the understatement of the century. No, he was devoted to his Angel.
‘Aha! Gotchu!’ Angel smiled inwardly sensing Ren’s distraction.They didn’t miss a beat as they swiped a foot under Ren’s feet and knocked him off balance carrying that bulking man on their shoulders, in a fireman’s carry, as if he weighed nothing.
“Ah!” He let out a surprised yelp, but then let his Angel manhandle him, fondly surrendering to their wild antics. He mumbled half to himself, “Sometimes I can’t believe how such a small thing can pack so much strength”, his body shook with laughter as he swatted Angel’s bum playfully.
“Oi hands to yourself mister…right now you are nothing but a sack of potatoes”, Angel ordered as they carried the man towards the kitchen.
“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, a smile dancing on his lips in amusement, “But I’m your sack of potatoes right Angel?”
Angel groaned rolling their eyes at Ren, but a small grin crept on their face. They too enjoyed these little moments between them, but they wouldn’t admit it to Ren’s face. The man was already so full of himself.
“I’m not answering that. And who are you calling small? Sure I’m a little shorter than you, but I’ve got a sleeper’s build. Annnnd I lift double your weight”, Angel huffed.
With a flourish they dropped Ren on one of the chairs lining the dining table. And went to grab whatever that they had left on the kitchen counter.
“So what is this much better-than-punishment-thingy you have prepared for me, my Angel?” Ren asked, swinging his legs like a child as he stared at his Angel, filling two mugs with a pitcher, emptying the entire contents.
Wearily his eyes scanned his kitchen, studying the crime scene. Broccoli, chicken breast, spinach, oranges, asparagus,kiwi, honey and eggs lay haphazardly strewn across the marble countertops. He stiffened, already knowing what his Angel was up to.
“Here” Angel smiled innocently as they slid the mug full of what looked like sludge—there was no better way to put it—towards him and clinked their mug with his as they winked cheekily,“Cheers RenRen”
Ren almost balked as Angel downed the whole thing in one long gulp. “Angel…what is it?” He asked reluctantly
“My breakfast smoothie duh…I made the recipe myself…here take a look” they said excitedly as they slid the piece of paper across the table towards him.
Ren flinched inwardly as he read the ingredients, surely enough his suspicions were spot on. His Angel had poured all the ingredients on the counter into a blender and made this poison smoothie.
“Darling, this recipe should be censored destroyed pronto, we don’t want people stealing this abomination treasure” Ren chuckled nervously scratching the back of his neck as he stared at the mug with apprehension.
“That so?”, Angel smiled knowingly, as they leaned back folding their arms across their chest. “Then taste it and tell me how you like it” they challenged, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Ta-taste it Angel? Why, I wanna preserve it like the treasure it is. Pass it down to our children like an heirloom”, he said slowly inching the mug away from him.
Angel maintained a stoic expression, resisting the urge to burst into laughter at their RenRen’s cuteness.
They leaned forward, propping their chin on their hands as an idea formed into their mind. Angel pouted, jutting their bottom lip out as they stared at Ren with puppy dog eyes, “You won’t have it? But I made it especially for you. It’s so healthy. Pretty please?” They mumbled and put on a convincing show, batting their eyelashes and all.
Angel almost broke the façade ready to tease Ren, when he leaned ahead, grabbed the mug and downed the smoothie in one go, startling Angel. They couldn’t believe that Ren actually drank it. They were only teasing him, but he really did it.
As Angel regarded Ren with wonder, tilting their head to the side, the pink haired man simply beamed at them and whispered, “Anything for you my love”
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lemonmelonboy · 5 months
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Loud for You
Ren x Y/N
TW: None
Content: GN!Reader, Masturbation, Breeding, Ownership, Begging, Vocals
Word Count: 1010
Summary: Ren is more than excited for the blossoming relationship between him and Y/N- maybe a little too excited.
18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!
I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!
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Ren had just got home from officially meeting the person he’s loved more than anything for the past few months. And he could not be happier having shook their hand and even giving them his number. He felt bold and was high on adrenaline and excitement. He hoped that they would text him soon- wanting to ask them on a date.
His mind drifted, thinking of being able to spend more time with them, see them smile, smell their soft and dizzyingly pleasant scent, and hear their voice more- it made Ren flush pink. His head swam with thoughts of where their relationship would go after their date. If they had one, and whether he’d get to hold their hand when they went out.
He looked at his palm, remembering their soft touch and feeling a wave of need rise in his stomach. Something deep that more than desired to feel more of them. Something wanting to be swallowed and devoured by their scent and their touch. His cheeks slowly turned a darker shade of red as his thoughts quickly turned to something more exciting.
He moved towards his couch, stripping off his sweater and undoing his pants. His body craved to be against them- to feel their heat again and to hear their voice in his ears. He leans against the back of his couch with a soft begging whimper as he pictured them pushing him back and gently palming at his bulge through his underwear. Imagining their lips against his only made him more desperate and he gave a shaking overexcited breath. He gently palmed himself with his hand that had shook theirs. Imagining the heat they had against his hand pressed against him now.
He groans a little louder as he grinds against his hand, wanting nothing more than to just relieve the sudden desire to claim them and own them, more than anything. His mind thinking only of them, lovingly touching him and whispering begging encouragement to breed them. God if only he could breed them. That would certainly be a mark wouldn’t it? Being able to not only surround them in his touch, marks, scent, but also filling them with all he could. It made him shiver in excitement, whimpering loudly as he called their name.
He bucked against his hands a few more times before turning around. Slipping out of his underwear as he desperately moved to grab a couch cushion and press himself against it. He huffed softly as he invisioned his desired lover spread before him, warm puffs of air coming from his beggin parted lips. He imagined them, bent over in front of him, ready to be bred like an animal. He groaned in a pleading tone as he moved, grinding against the cushion, nice and slow.
He fantasized himself slowly pushing all the way into them, filling their every inch, then slowly slipping out. He groaned lovingly with every move, whimpering their name and giving an “I love you” in place of almost every moan he gave. He wanted to just grab their hips and drive himself into them, filling them to their core with him, until that was all they could think about. Until he was all they could love. He wanted so badly to fuck them until all they could say were pleads for more, and broken words of promises of infinite love for him.
He wanted to make them feel so very loved. To make them melt at the very sight of him. He wanted them to be as addicted to the thought of him as he was for them. And he pleaded, so desperately for them to be in love with him. He loudly begged in his moans for them to love him, and let him breed them until they were his and his alone. He whimpered as he grinded against the cushion, agonizingly slow. “I want to knock you up- make you stay with me forever.” He threatened the imagined lover pinned beneath him. “You’re going to me mine.” he almost growled as he slowly picked up the pace.
His pleas slowly being replaced by near animalistic growls and dominant statements of ownership. “mine. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.” He continued to growl. His grip on the cushion got tighter as he grinded quicker and quicker. His voice grew louder as he thought more and more of how he could soon own them.
His phone lit up- a message? He glanced at it, huffing softly as he continued grinding himself against the cushion. It was a text from them, and it only got him more worked up. He continued to pleasure himself as he typed a message back. He was more excited now, fucking the cushion rougher. Wanting to cum more and more as he continued to text them, even asking for the date.
He felt nothing but bliss as he texted his angel. Between his physical pleasure and the happiness he took from knowing he’d soon be spending a day with them, he started to become overwhelmed. Slowly inching closer and closer to his climax. It felt sweeter knowing they had a date set for the next day. His dick began to twitch at just the thought of being able to maybe hold their hand again the next day. It was too good, and it filled him with more hunger than before. It made his desire deeper, and his fantasy stronger.
He called out again for them, as he grinded out loud pleasure filled moans and ropes of semen. His dick rubbed into the semen as he came, making him whine softly, but he couldn't stop, not until it was painful. He imagined fucking his cum deeper into them as he overstimulated himself in his cum on the cushion.
Soon enough he slowed and took in heavy shaky breaths. He looked at their sweet goodnight text. He smiled softly to himself before looking at the mess he had made of his couch cushion. “Fuck.” he muttered breathlessly before moving to stand and clean up himself.
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Unholy
Fandom: 14 Days With You
Pairing: Priest!Ren/[REDACTED] x F!Reader
Words: 5.8k
Warnings: RATED E, SPICY CONTENT, Not for children, Religious symbolism, dubious con/non-con, Priest!Ren/Incubus[REDACTED], Yandere
A/N: Absolutely huge shout-out to my lovely best friend, @monibunbun, for trusting me enough to write out her wonderful idea! I didn't really know much about 14 Days With You at first, but she showed me the vn and told me about this idea of hers that I just couldn't help but bring to fruition!
And she also drew a very nice, spicy piece to go with it! Look forward to that as you read.
@14dayswithyou
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“Are you attending Wednesday’s evening service?”
“Of course! That new Father Ren is just a delight to listen to!”
“Isn’t he? Such a lovely voice to recite the sermons, and such a kind soul.”
“Truly, he is a fine replacement for Father O’Canahan, bless him.”
“Have you heard how he’s doing on his mission?”
“I believe Father Ren had news-”
You zoned out of the conversation happening behind you as you paid for your groceries, a few necessities to refill your empty fridge. The cashier bade you a good evening and flashed a tired smile as you grabbed your bags and began your trek out of the store and to your parked car.
There had been a lot of talk recently about the new priest that had moved into your small hometown. From the talks of others, he was a gentle man, so kind to everyone who entered the church, and there were many new faces that found themselves flocking to the pews in a timely manner. He was said to have a gentle voice, calm and soothing to the ears, and his appearance was almost ethereal in nature, a sure reason why a portion of the younger men and women from the congregation found themselves coming back every Sunday for the holy word.
Father Ren.
When you heard about him, the first thing that came to mind was that he must have been foreign, considering his name and the way others had described him to you. It wasn’t but roughly a week later that you formally met him at your place of work, the town library, and he was every bit the wonder others had made him out to be.
It felt…off to you, but you couldn’t quite explain why.
Father Ren was just as kind and gentle as your next door neighbor had described, just as charming as the owner of the local barber shop had suggested when conversing with him in the non-fiction section. The priest’s smile was lovely, and his eyes were warm when he greeted you upon your first meeting, but even so, you found it incredibly odd to have such a person be so…perfect in almost every way.
“It would be a pleasure to have you join us for Sunday’s service,” he told you one afternoon as he checked out a book, something on mythological applications in historic events, or something along those lines. It honestly didn’t seem like the type of book a priest would be interested in, but you weren’t sure what a priest should have been interested in, in the first place, besides the God he spoke for.
“I’ll…I’ll think about it,” you told him, moreso to not offend the priest with an outright no.
His smile didn’t falter, but it also didn’t feel as if it reached his eyes the way you had seen on others.
“Of course, there’s no obligation, though it’s always nice to have a new face join us for the good word. You have a blessed day.”
And that was that. There was no forceful word of God to smite you for not going, no reprimanding for not confessing your sins or renouncing your blasphemous ways and joining the congregation. He didn’t prattle on or bore you to death with scripture, he just gave a suggestion and, as people of the faith often did, blessed your day and went about his business.
It was refreshing, honestly, and though you couldn’t say you were the religious type, it was nice to have a priest who didn’t want to force you into the town’s religion when you were nothing close to a believer of things that felt almost supernatural in nature.
The nightmares that began to plague you, however, began to test what little faith you had.
You’re not sure when they started, the haunting dreams that were so vivid, they felt real in nature. It had to have been some time after the new priest came to town, some time after you met him, though at that moment, there was no reason for you to believe there was any correlation nor had it even crossed your mind.
They started relatively the same, your dreams, with you lazing in bed on the cusp of sleep, almost as if you hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet. For the first couple of dreams, there was a flicker of darkness, short and quick enough to believe it was nothing more than a flutter of your eyes. The darkness would manifest into something more solid, some days after, a shadow of a being that you could not fully make out, but could feel the presence of, all the same.
It frightened you terribly, enough that you would cower in your dream and curl yourself up to keep away from whatever it was that was in your line of sight.
The first night it fully manifested, it did nothing but watch you with unseen eyes, towering over you as you stared at its hazy visage in fear. You attempted to move away, crawl out of bed and make a hasty retreat, but whenever you opened a new door or turned the next corner, it would be there, watching you with deep interest.
The second night, it grew bolder and reached out to you with newly formed limbs, its hand touching your leg. You let out a horrified scream and pulled away, startled that it had attempted more than just follow you around and stare. Just like the first night of its full manifestation, neither your fear nor you moving away deterred it from reaching out again and full on grabbing your ankle, yanking you closer even as you kicked and struggled in its hold. For the remainder of that dream, it continued to pull you closer by your ankle, your leg, petting over your skin as you shook in its hold.
The night after, it continued to touch you, though it wasted no time in bringing you much closer and holding you to its body of darkness, squeezing you to it no matter how much you struggled to get away.
For every night following, the figure in your dreams became bolder, more assertive, even more real. Its hands touched you everywhere, and its mouth, unseen by your eyes, began to make itself known to you. It pressed to your skin in what you could only assume were some form of kisses, small presses of unseen lips that became more firm and more demanding as time passed. Before long, you could feel teeth, and despite your screams and cries for it to stop, you could sense the satisfaction that came from the creature that haunted your very dreamscape with each nibbling bite against your skin.
Each morning you woke up, it was an instant relief, though as the dreams began to feel more and more real, the more you began to feel drained of energy and paranoid beyond belief. Your paranoia heightened when one morning, as you were getting ready for work, you found marks along your neck. They were faint the first time you noticed them, almost shadows of bruises from an unknown source. Within another three days, there were far more marks, purpled and properly bruised and right in the areas you remembered the dream entity had bitten.
There was no way…there was absolutely no way that was possible, and yet the proof was there, staining your skin for the whole world to see. You, obviously, tried to rationalize it; maybe it was actually a rash, or maybe, somehow, you were marking yourself in your sleep, clawing at your flesh as the nightmares continued to plague you.
Surely, you were losing it.
If you were to tell anyone of what you were experiencing, they would think you were crazy. Dreams couldn’t hurt you, they weren’t even real. Dreams weren’t supposed to cause damage, at least not physically, but there was no other explanation as to why you were marked up like some harlot from a bad romance novel.
For a while, you kept your nightly troubles to yourself, waking every morning just a bit more tired, just a bit more paranoid, just a bit more sore. You would hide the bruises and marks with make-up, turtle-necks, and scarves, only thankful that it didn’t seem out of place in the cooler weather of the mid-autumnal season. You went to work, did your job with tired smiles and helpful words, and you went home to repeat the same process over again, sometimes staying up as late as possible before your body couldn’t handle being awake any longer.
As you continued to struggle with whatever it was that haunted you, and you were almost certain at this point that, yes, you must have been haunted for anything to make sense, you began to notice Father Ren around a lot more.
You blamed it on your problems, on the ingrained religion of your childhood that had you seeing the priest as a potential light in darkness, an unknown guide standing at a distance from your sea of woes.
He was everywhere; at the library, the supermarket, paying a visit down the street to the twins that caused trouble for old Mrs. Kurthan…it was as if he was everywhere you looked, a beacon, an answer to ungiven prayers.
When he saw you, and most times he did, Father Ren would give you that warm, reassuring smile of his, always gentle, never reaching his eyes. He was doing it at that moment, his gaze having caught your own as you passed by the congregation having just finished their morning at the church, his bright eyes shining amongst his tired-looking flock.
Just like every time before, you smiled back and went on your way, always a little more hurried, always missing the way his eyes lingered on your retreating form.
That night, your unending nightmare changed once more, the evolution of the creature that haunted you only giving it more power, more ways to torture your dreamscape. It touched you and grabbed at you, hands reaching beneath your night shirt despite your whimpered protests. You expected to feel its unseen mouth on you at any moment, but when you didn’t, you opened your eyes only to find what you never wanted to see.
A smiling mouth, eager and pleased. Teeth, so many teeth, sharp and gleaming in the light of your faux room. That very mouth morphed even higher in its grin, startling and frightening and thrilled at your attention.
It opened next, and what left it was a garbled mess of sounds, at first, nothing that made sense and only fueled your want to get away even more.
It was like that for many nights following, the creature garbling out words and phrases that you could not make out. It was talking, but it was not making sense. It was reverent as it spoke against your skin, yet it only led to you trembling in fear.
Then, one night, the figure spoke as it had been doing, only you were finally able to make out words amongst the baritone, garbled ramble that it had been using before.
“Angel,” it spoke, its timbre deep and rumbling and almost too loud, “Angel, soft.”
You screamed in fear, and it laughed, amused and delighted as it began to bite at your skin as it did every night before. Its hands felt more present, more insistent as they pulled and pinched and prodded at your chest, your stomach, your thighs. All the while, it spoke to you, each distorted sound vibrating every nerve in your body as it repeated one word like a mantra.
“Angel, Angel, Angel…”
Waking up from that dream, paranoia was not what greeted you. It was fear, fear of knowing that, now, your nightmare had a voice, and it was only becoming more real, even harder to ignore.
So, while you were at work, you began to research. How fortunate it was that you worked in a library with unlimited access to all the books there, and you made good use of that in your ample downtime between all your other duties. Anything that dealt with ghosts and hauntings and possible possessions found its way within your hands, eyes unbearably tired but incredibly wide as you took in the information and even wrote down notes and probable ways to help get rid of whatever was causing the creature to latch on to you.
There were multiple home remedies you tried that could possibly ease you into lighter sleep, resting without having to dream, but they did nothing. You were damn near on the cusp of doing witchcraft with some sort of incantations and drawing sigils that were meant to ward off evil things, spirits and fae and goblins and demons, all allegedly, but nothing was working.
Your breaking point came with the most vivid dream to date.
The creature was not present, at first, when you fell asleep, and it was almost scarier not knowing where it had gone than having it all over you. You made to stand in the endless void that was your faux bedroom, stepping away slightly from the bed and walking into the darkness. A few steps farther, and you were able to make out a door, illuminated by an unknown light. For a long minute, you stared at the painted hardwood, unsure if you should move closer and find out what was on the other side.
It seemed your choice would be made for you, however, as a deep chuckle echoed all around the endless blackness before the sound focused acutely from behind you.
You turned, knowing what you would find, yet becoming surprised once more at the being standing there a short distance away.
Long black hair faded out into light pink ends, framing a tall, lithe body painted in meager swathes of black leather and gold trinkets, pale skin swirled with faint black markings only seeming more lustrous against the darkness. Something moved from behind him, a swaying motion that paused just to the side of his silhouette, and it took you a moment to register that it was a tail, of all things. Just as strange were the pair of what looked to be horns protruding from his head, curling up and standing tall from his forehead, though one appeared to be broken at the tip.
The man -was it really a man?- held a beaming smile, icy eyes staring straight through you with purpose.
“My darling Angel,” he spoke clearly, his smile endearing at seeing you there, “oh, how I’ve waited to come to you properly.”
You could not find your voice; in fact, you couldn’t think of anything to say at all. You were stunned more than anything, trying to process what you were seeing before you, what you were hearing from the being. Truly, the creature before you was stunning, ethereal in a way. His voice was soothing despite the edge it held, and his features were so incredibly attractive that even the blind would notice.
Then, all at once, your fight or flight kicked in, and the fear you had grown used to had hit you full force. You took a step back, eyes wide, and the being before you stepped forward to compensate for the motion.
“I’ve been waiting all this time,” he continued, “all this time, just for you. I must admit, I hadn’t realized I had found such a gem, not at first. There were so many prospects, so many delicious outcomes, but none could even compare to you.”
He took another step forward, then another, and your body finally moved with the impending danger coming closer.
You made a mad dash for the illuminated door, fingers almost slipping against the cool brass of the doorknob as you clasped it and tried desperately to push it open. It finally gave way, but just as the door cracked open, it was yanked shut again by your own hands, a scream leaving you as the long arms snaking around your middle pulled you away from what felt like your only escape.
"Now, Angel, don't you think it's been long enough? There's no need to make me chase you any longer."
Whimpering, you struggled in the creature's hold, shuddering at the long, inhuman tongue that slithered its way against the side of your neck. As if pleased, the being practically purred against you, or growled, some sort of sound that rumbled against its chest in a pleased way.
You had to find a way to escape.
"L-let me go," you mumbled out, trying to find your voice amongst your fear. "P-please, just…just let me go!"
"Oh? Of course, Angel, but only for a moment," the creature teased, and you found yourself being spun around quickly and shoved backwards, falling for longer than you should have before landing on the softness of your mattress.
You barely had time to process how you even made it back to the bed before the creature was on you, legs straddling your hips as it leaned over your prone form. Immediately, you lashed out, but your wrists were caught just as quickly, though not by his hands, of which were leisurely sliding their way up your shirt. A quick glance found something black and mobile sliding around your wrists.
His tail.
Your struggle continued, though it didn't seem as if the lithe appendage would budge unless its owner wanted it to. Said owner was cooing things at you, things meant to be affirming and full of praise, but his words left you feeling numb, your mind not wanting to process the vile things being said.
"My darling, my Angel, you're so soft, so scrumptious against my fingers and my tongue. I can't wait to taste you properly, this time. I can't wait to fuck you and indulge in all your delicous sounds."
"S-stop! Get off of m-me, leave me alone! I don't want any of this!"
"But you do," the creature insisted, slotting his hips to fit against yours smoothly and grinding down, forcing a gasp from you. It was obvious how much he was already enjoying himself; you could feel how hard he was, how eagerly he was responding to having you beneath him with little else to rile him up.
"You respond so perfectly to me,' he crooned, "so much better than anyone else. I could feast on you forever, truly!"
You didn't understand what he meant by that, nor did you really want to. For weeks, he had been haunting your dreams as nothing but a shadow, but now he was as real as he could be, and you were nothing short of terrified over what he could possibly do…what he had already told you he would do.
Once again, you struggled in your binds, twisting and turning and kicking out in an attempt to dislodge the creature from your form. It almost seemed effective, as the body above you swayed and almost fell to the side. The tail binding your wrists suddenly tightened, however, and you immediately winced and halted your movements to lessen the hold it had on you. It didn't hurt, not really, but there was potential there, and you worried it would be used against you.
"That won't do," your captor proclaimed, voice eerily calm and just on the side of concerned. "I don't want to hurt you, darling! It's not how I want to bring you pleasure, though if you ask nicely, I can definitely make arrangements."
He righted himself above you, leaning down incredibly close as his tail loosened its hold, allowing you only a moment of comfort before it was taken away with a kiss you couldn't pull away from.
"Look at me, Angel. Look into my eyes."
Immediately, you looked away, avoiding the iridescent gaze that hadn't left you once. Clawed fingers gripped at your chin, forcing you to turn back to face him, but you immediately closed your eyes, not giving the creature the satisfaction.
"LoOk aT mE!"
His voice had distorted and deepened, echoing loudly all around but just a whisper against your lips. Your eyes opened automatically, afraid all over again of what he could do to you if you did not comply. You didn't know he wouldn't hurt you, that he was incapable of doing so unless you told him to. He wanted your pleasure, not your pain, but how could you possibly know that when his very existence within your sleep had caused you nothing but dread for months?
Reluctantly, you met his gaze, the impossible depths of incredibly light blue shimmering within pools of blackness and distorting everything around you until it was the only thing you could fathom. Your body began to relax despite your still present fear, your mind becoming hazy and far less aware of anything but his presence. What fight you had in you dissipated, and even though you would much rather be anywhere but in your dreamscape, you were the calmest you had been in what felt like months.
"Tell me your inner desires, darling. Let me make them come true. Let me give you unimaginable ecstacy. Won't you let me have all of you?"
Your immediate thought was to deny him, just as you had been doing the entire time, but an even deeper part of you, a part you had not even given thought to, wanted whatever the creature above you was offering. It made absolutely no sense, but the more you lingered on the thought, the more it grew in your mind, so much so that, for a moment, it was the only thing you wanted. Giving in would be easy; giving in would be pure rapture.
Unable to stop yourself, you began to nod, agreeing to what you had been asked. You felt the creature smile against your lips, pressing forward to leave behind a light, lingering kiss.
"There, isn't that better?" he questioned, his smile creeping into something a tad more lecherous, a tad more sinister as he pulled back to gaze at you better. "You just sit back and relax, Angel, and let me do all the work. All I ask is that you give me every little piece of you, and I will give you pleasures you've never known."
The creature -no, the demon, because what else could such a being possibly be?- made good on all his sweetly spoken, sickening promises, and you were left at his damning mercy. Unable to lash out, you were made to take what he gave you and enjoy what you, at first, didn't want, but what your body gave into readily.
He touched you with reverence, devoted his palms and fingertips to the softness of your skin as he undressed you, possessive of every flaw and perfection. He tasted with lips and teeth and tongue, leaving nothing unsoiled by his want to pleasure and devour and caress.
His tongue was a wicked thing, sliding against your flesh and raising goosebumps along your body as he made his way lower and lower. He was between your legs in no time, tasting you as he said he would, praising the wanton sounds leaving your lips with pretty words and sharp, golden nails digging into your thighs, the pinpricks doing nothing but heightening the sensations.
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How long he pleasured you this way, you were uncertain. It felt like hours he remained there despite your cries to stop as you grew too sensitive at his touch. When he finally did give you a moment's reprieve, you were greeted with that damned silver-blue gaze, wide and wanting, face wet and gleaming from your unwanted desire.
"Angel, you taste like heaven," he praised with a moan, sliding up your body to kiss you.
You could do nothing but accept everything he was doing, your sounds positive, your tears an unfortunate acceptance.
Easily, your body welcomed him, the mess he had made of your warmth allowing him to slide in with one smooth thrust. He shuddered above you as you made a small, breathy sound, eyes closing as the creature actually had the decency to give you a moment to adjust.
In all honesty, you wanted him out of you immediately; in all honesty, you wanted even more.
“Divine…absolutely divine!”
His words were nearly a moan, his hips slow to move, but picking up pace quickly. You were quiet, at first, biting at your bottom lip to keep from letting out any sounds, to keep from letting the creature know that you were enjoying it far more than you wanted to. Your silence only seemed to spur him on, however, as he shifted your positions slightly and had your legs over his shoulders.
The new angle forced a whine from your lips, each thrust hitting something within you that had all your nerves lighting up. You could feel every movement sending sparks down your spine, could feel the heat and the girth of the creature spearing into you with vigor and excitement. With that one sound escaping, you were unable to hold back any longer, giving in to the pleasure that wracked your body and letting out moans and keens and cries.
“Hah…yes, let me hear you, Angel! Let me feast on your rapture!”
You were pushed and pulled into several positions, barely aware of much else besides the cock moving in and out of you. At some point, the tail that had been wrapped around your wrists had unwound itself and made use in other places - wrapping around your waist to pull you into every thrust, twisting around an ankle, and even finding its way within your mouth, practically choking you with its curious nature.
You felt no pain, only unadulterated pleasure, absolute ecstasy everywhere you were being touched.
Delirious, you were only mildly aware of your begging for more, begging to stop, your cries of sensitivity and your screams of delight. The creature practically surrounding you in every sense answered in full, thrusting harder and faster with each new position, exclaiming with your shouts and pleas.
He was close; you were sure of it. The way his claws dug deeply into your sides, the rough smack of his hips against your own, and the teeth nibbling sharply against your shoulder were all solid indications. You had already come twice, a third and hopefully final time just out of reach. Just a little more…just a little longer…
The creature reached between your legs, fingers slick, insistent, and you were screaming to the heavens as your body tensed and trembled almost violently. Your fingers were in his hair, one hand finding purchase against a twisting horn, pulling as you convulsed around him. With a delighted snarl, he bit into the side of your neck, his thrusts slowing as liquid heat filled you deep within. 
It was quiet for a long time after, save for your harsh breaths as well as the lilting, gentle endearments from the creature lying atop you. Clawed hands brushed over your sweaty skin, creating goosebumps in their wake.
“You are absolute perfection. A delicious temptation, and all for me to devour every night.”
He sat up, exposing you to the coolness of the void around you. All too quickly, you were coming back to your senses, a feeling of shame making itself known. You had given in, despite your want for the creature to leave you alone, and now all you felt was ashamed and sick to your stomach.
The creature moved back further, pulling out with a groan and looking to where you were previously joined. You tried closing your knees together, but he was faster, prying your legs apart and gazing at the mess he had left behind. Embarrassment had you weakly fighting back, but it was all for nothing.
Faintly, you were aware that something in your mind was shifting, that your sight was becoming almost hazy, and the creature’s words ringing in your ears almost coming to you muffled.
“Oh, yes, no one else could ever compare. You are all mine, Angel. I can’t wait to have you again.”
Without warning, you found yourself shooting up in your bed with a gasp, eyes wide and full of tears. It was really your room, the walls decorated just as you always had them, lit by the light you had kept on in an attempt to keep yourself awake. The waking world that greeted you was the same as it had always been, but you felt a stranger in your own space.
You looked down at your shaking hands, reaching for the comforter and throwing it off of your body with a flourish.
You were still clothed, yet your skin was littered with marks, red lines and shadowed bruises. Shifting out of bed was a little more difficult than normal, as you were far more sore than you should have been, and when you stood, your legs wobbled beneath your weight. It was as you steadied yourself that you felt it, the undeniable existence of slick wetness between your thighs, and your blood ran cold.
How could that even be possible? How the hell was that…that thing able to do such a thing outside of your dream?
An even worse thought entered your mind:  what if your dream hadn’t actually been a dream, but a delusion of reality morphed by the very creature that was haunting them?
With that lone thought, you finally broke down and began sobbing, terrified and at your wit’s end. Nothing you had done had warded off the creature, and there was seemingly nothing else you could do. 
Was there anything or anyone that would be able to help you at all?
“It would be a pleasure to have you join us for Sunday’s service.”
Your mind suddenly conjured up the image of the new priest, Father Ren, and his gentle, comforting voice. He had been so kind, so understanding despite your blatant disinterest in joining the church. He would have no judgments, no reason to fault you or turn you away.
With a newfound hope, you checked your bedside clock, wincing at the extremely early hour.
Surely, if you sought him out, he would be unbothered, especially if you were in as much trouble as you currently were in.
Surely, if you asked for his help, he would be more than happy to lend a hand.
Determination began coursing through your veins as you stumbled your way into the bathroom, doing your best to clean yourself up and calm yourself down. You ignored the mirror, did your best to not glance at the horrible bite mark imprinted in your neck as you quickly dressed and ran out the door.
The church was just down the block from your home, thankfully, the doors always open to those of the public who sought refuge and forgiveness. You practically ran the whole way despite the soreness in your muscles, mind only on wanting to find Father Ren, despite how early it was.
The sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon, and it was highly unlikely that you would find the priest awake at such a time. Still, if you stayed within the church, maybe the creature wouldn’t try to reach you in such a holy place.
Gasping for breath, you practically threw yourself through the entrance of the church, back pressing against the door as you closed it behind you and gulped in air. Already, you felt a little better within the church entryway, the gentle lighting setting the atmosphere in a peaceful tonel. Around you were glass panes depicting holy figures in colorful, abstract hues, and down the long walkway lined with pews that led to the podium, a giant cross made of dark wood stood at attention, a looming symbol of the faith many people flocked to.
“Oh my! I thought I heard something. To what do I owe such an early visit?”
You turned abruptly at the voice, surprised to find the very one you had been looking for.
“F-Father Ren!”
He stepped closer, clothed in his robes and looking every bit as perfect as he always did. His hair was twisted in a braid to the side, and his gentle, light blue eyes were downcast ever so slightly. There was a small smile on his face, his full attention solely on you.
“You seem troubled,” he commented, words carefully prying. You had to keep yourself from breaking down all over again, despite knowing you would have to tell him of your horrible problem.
“I…I am,” you stuttered out, swallowing heavily. “I…I’m so sorry, Father Ren, I didn’t want to bother you at this time-”
“Think nothing of it,” he immediately interjected, waving a hand up as if to dissipate the thought. “What seems to be troubling you?”
“I think there’s something…following me, in my dreams,” you began slowly, biting at your lip. “I know it sounds so stupid, so silly, but it’s haunting me, and I…I don’t know what to do! I’ve tried everything, but…but nothing’s working, and it…it leaves marks on me.”
You pulled down your collar slightly, showing off the purpling bruises and imprints of teeth. Father Ren’s eyes widened as he moved closer to study the marks further; you mistook the action as shock and shied away somewhat. The priest understood and took a step back, giving a single nod in affirmation.
“I see. I’m glad you feel comfortable coming to me for such a matter.”
“I didn’t know what else to do,” you admitted, defeated and mildly embarrassed to express he had been your last resort. If it bothered him, he didn’t show it, his smile once again finding its way to his lovely face. It reached his eyes, unlike any other time you had seen it, and though it was genuine, it didn’t bring you as much comfort as you thought it should have.
“You have nothing to worry about, now,” he assured, his voice gentle but his words feeling stiff, almost practiced. His eyes, so incredibly light in color, almost seemed to shimmer in the holy glow of the church, though instead of the clarity you thought you found in them, they only held unknown deceit.
You had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den, and what you had mistaken for a beacon of safety had turned out to be the bait leading you to being devoured.“I will be your sanctuary in your time of need. After all, I’ve waited all this time…all this time, just for you.”
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𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞!
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𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 “✮⋆˙ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐰𝐢𝐩” 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!
𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!
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ve1vet-cake · 6 months
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Night terror
Contents revolve around 14 days with you which is an 18+ game, minors DNI
Cw: Hinted at sex the previous night, nightmare contains gore mentions, kidnapping and torture
Sweat dripped down the side of your face as you squirmed around in the chair you were tied to. The smell of blood filled your nose as you tried to wriggle out of the ropes, gagged and blindfolded with dirty cloths.
To no avail. The more you struggled the more the ropes cut into your flesh, leaving fresh bloodied wounds behind. Your wrists and ankles were burning, your eyes weren't able to produce more tears and your voice had died down from screaming and sobbing.
You were tired and exhausted. You just wanted to go home.
You wanted to be with your family.
With a sudden movement which you only felt due to the wind rushing past your face you felt something impale your leg, as maniacal laughter erupted from your captor's throat. You screamed.
"..n..."
"y..n.."
"YN!"
You were ripped from the brutal scene, the chamber you were sure you had been trapped in previously by someone shaking and calling out to you.
Your chest rose and sank quickly, still trying to catch your breath as you stared at whoever saved you from that nightmare.
That's all it was. A nightmare.
Not registering who was in front of you, you clung to that person, sobbing into their bare chest.
"Why did you have to wake me up at this hour? For fuck's sake."
Now you were wide awake, finally registering the familiar body, the familiar scent of expensive cologne and aftershave and of course... his voice.
With a small shriek you jumped away from the man, staring at Teo with widened teary eyes.
You had been staying with him after a long night of different escapades- and you knew how much he despised being woken up by a 'date' or having to deal with them for more than a few hours.
"I-i'm.. 'M sorry you.. i... i-i just had a n-nightma- and uhm-"
You were stumbling over your words, unable to express your feelings properly and tearing up even more. You
Had caught feelings for him and didn't want to lose him
Didn't want to lose this comfortable 'relationship' and especially friendship you two shared
You were scared.
As you sat there, trying not to sob through every word Teo's gaze softened. He cursed at himself mentally but decided-after a minute of hesitation-to at least wrap an arm around you to comfort you.
If he was being rational he was aware of how bad nightmares or night terrors were. He had enough of those as a kid. His parents leaving him for good, losing his cherished nanny.. He knew how terrifying those dreams could be even with minor things like the obvious truth.
So, he took to holding you in silence, his way of comforting you in a moment of regrettable intimacy. A moment of vulnerability.
With a terror, a production of your brain, there was nothing he could do. It was not like with those guys who'd stood you up whose house or car the two of you could vandalize to get revenge.
This cut deeper. And it couldn't be turned into a revenge.
"Look. I don't really care about your nightmare. Just see that you'll sleep soon."
The words sounded harsher than intended, but you understood perfectly well and just nodded weakly.
You thanked him with a small smile while trying to calm down to the sound of his heartbeat.
"Piece of shit." Snarled the man from behind the screen, having watched and listened from your phone laying on the bedside table.
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ekuudarlin · 5 months
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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭¡𝐜𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞.
1. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”
2. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁: 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬? 𝐘/𝐍: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤? ;)
3. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬
4. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝.
5. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲/𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.
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minteasketches · 5 months
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So another yandere lyney dream after a nap that felt so long but was actually quick.
I feel like this dream could be for any yandere character cause I think it was a fun concept/idea for a fic but anyway let's get on with the dream!
So I had this dream which started on campus and I met this guy that looked alot like lyney and behaved like him as well. I think I got to know him a bit but he seemed too overwhelming for me, like he was flirty and cheerful but his affection seemed to be waaaay too much. Like he was very touchy and it made me uncomfortable.
It became worse when my friends from campus was talking to him and said that he looks and behaves like one of my favourite characters and for some reason that gave him some ego boost? To dial up the intensity.
He came up to me one morning and said he liked me and we should date and marry but cause I was a bit overwhelmed from his intense affection, I told him I wasn't interested and that he was a bit much for me, he didn't seem to like that cause he had a scary expression but the dream changed to my room. I was alone at home in the afternoon and suddenly I heard the back door open. We have tenants renting at the back house so I thought it was the older lady that usually visits but no...it was the lyney guy
I just remember last that I was trying to lock my door but he burst through before I could close, then he started demanding to know why I didn't like him.
He said things like :
"didn't you say you liked yandere men?"
" Don't I look and act like your favourite character? So why don't you like me?"
"I thought you wanted a partner and get married"
And other stuff
He was shaking me and crying while asking that before saying that I made him like this so I had to take the responsibility.
There were other things in the dream but I can't really remember.
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renrenlilangel · 28 days
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⚠️ Warnings: Mention of reader dealing with abusive parents, and having suicidal thoughts/feelings and depression from it all. ⚠️
Ren x GN!Reader
Imagine...
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Ren noticing how abusive your parents are towards you, and resisting the urge to make them suddenly disappear in some accident. Just to finally free you from this clear suffering.
But he knows it'll upset you if they were suddenly gone, even if they hurt you. He knows since he brought it up as a joke before, and saw the fear and worry in your eyes by just the idea alone.
He was quick to reassure you he was just kidding though, to make you feel better. But to be honest, he wasn't...
Even though they are the worst people for you to have in your life, he can understand bonds with your family can be complicated. And hard to just break off in times or at all. Especially since they completely fucked up your views/ideas on what is love, or what is real care shown or given to you...
However...he's heard and even seen your desire to be free from the hell they inflict on you in your life...Just to be gone from them, from this world...And it hurts him to see you believe that's your only way to truly escape this all. It hurts him to see you not realize he's your clear exit and path to safety...
But he won't let his angel leave like that...Leave him like that. He refuses.
If anyone should leave and be gone for good, it's your parents. Not you.
You're not to blame for what they do to you. For how they make you feel and all. It's not your fault. He'll remind you often and reassure every time, over this clear fact with all his heart and soul.
It's not your fault.
You deserve better...
You deserve to be protected, loved, cared for and cherished always...
You know you do, Angel.
So when he sees it's the final straw for you...Let him help you deal with this problem in your life finally. Let him help you take you away from this hell.
So you both can finally be happy together without them getting in the way anymore.
Let him take care of you and prove to you just how much he loves you and cares about you.
Let him help you free you from this living nightmare once and for all...
He'll be sure in the end of it all, they will never harm or bother you ever again...
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chocolaist · 2 years
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ren/[redacted] x fem!reader
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♡ warnings: afab! reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, menstruation, obsession, mentions of violence, one sexual innuendo
!! minors dni !!
you let out a painful groan as you curled up more into your comfy bed, wrapping the grey soft blanket around your body and trying to get yourself comfortable. you were on your period and it didn't help that your cramps felt especially bad today. you wanted nothing more than to just cry for no absolute reason and then stuff your face with whatever you craved, as your emotions were uncontrollable during this time of the month.
"agh.. i- it hurts so much.." you whimpered before biting your bottom lip, trying to endure the pain. you pressed your legs together, rocking yourself back and forth in a pacifying manner. as you were so wrapped up in your own thoughts - you didn't hear the door shut to your apartment or the footsteps coming nearby the bedroom.
you turned yourself over before feeling tears form in your eyes, almost blurring your vision. this wasn't suppose to hurt this much.. so why were you lying down as if you didn't feel like doing anything at all.. or even being awake at this agonizing moment.
"... y/n, y'okay there?"
hearing a familiar voice call out, you turned your head almost immediately to the source. it was your boyfriend, [redacted] leaning onto the doorframe with his arms crossed. his face read of full of concern as he looked at you with a slight frown on his face. seeming to wonder why were you so upset.. what was troubling you? and lastly, did anyone cause you stress? he hated seeing you like this, but he didn't mind at all being with you during ups and downs.. because you matter so much to him.
you let out a quiet sigh of relief knowing he wasn't some random intruder breaking into your apartment - but also bothered by him happening to see you like this.. an unkempt, hot mess.
"shit, y'look like you're on the verge of crying.. did someone bothered you? do i have to hurt someone today?" he questioned, his eyes softening once he noticed the tears in your eyes. you looked so gloomy..
you sat up, rubbing your eyes a bit before shaking your head in response. "no, i- i'm fine.. no one has to get beat up or anything." you stated, narrowing your eyes in disapproval. "and we talked about violence, [redacted]. should i have to literally put you on a leash to keep you from giving someone a black eye?" you said sternly.
you were already aware of his.. overprotective tendencies at times but you didn't like the thought of violence. or anyone getting hurt in the matter. you didn't want him to get in a petty physical fight just because some random was verbally abusive towards you. you didn't want him to get hurt, even though he's capable of protecting you and himself.
he sighed, laughing a bit. "no, no.. y'don't have to put me in a leash.. though, i wouldn't mind if you did."
"[redacted]!" you yelled, feeling your cheeks heat up as he said that last sentence. this caused him to laugh once more before calming himself down.
"alright alright.. i'll stop w'the sexual innuendos considering this isn't really- the time.. anyway, if it's not someone being an asshole t'you then what is it?"
"oh, you know.. time of the month as usual." you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I- i'll be fine though.." you said before feeling waved of cramps hit you which caused you to grimaced. [redacted] looked at you with sympathy. he didn't quite understand what it was like for you to be on your period, as he was not female himself - but he did know that you were put under quite some pain during it since he grew up with his twin sister. he felt bad that you had to go through that, so he ended up sitting right next to you.
you felt the bed dip as his hand caressed your head, combing through your hair "where does it hurt?" he then asked.
"my tummy.." you replied. you weren't sure what he was going to do, but you just let him lift the blanket. his left hand trailed underneath your tank top which made you shiver. "ah-"
"right here?"
"mmmm.. a little more to the- left." you told him.
"let me know if i'm massaging t'hard okay?" he said, looking at you before you gave him an reassuring nod. he then began massaging your abdominal area which made you let out a sigh of comfort, feeling your pain relieved slight as you lied down on your back.
"ah that feels good.." you said as you rested both of your arms on the pillow, feeling the cold fabric touch your skin as you let him continue massaging. his lips curl into a small smile, seeming to admire your beauty.. his angel simply enjoying herself. it was a pleasant sight.
after a few minutes, the pain would eventually stop. you let out a sigh, almost seeming out if it for a moment because of his touch and comforting voice. "okay, you can stop now.. i feel much, much better now." you said, smiling warmly at him. he stopped massaging as told before tracing a heart on your stomach.
getting up from the bed, you looked at him with a frown "ah, i- didn't say you can leave.. but if you want to.."
he smiled, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. you didn't want him to leave..? you want him to stay? god, you couldn't get any more cuter. "it'll only be a second, just gonna order food. y'favorite right?" he asked.
you nodded, "that's really sweet of you, [redacted].. i'm so glad that you're here with me."
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talkbycolor · 3 months
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the nun and the soldier
A/N; I ACTUALLY DREAMED ABOUT THIS AND THOUGHT LOL WHAT A GOOD IDEA FOR AN OS
Pairing; "[REDACTED]" x AFAB!Reader
CW; cnc? for someone who doesnt know how to put limits the line is very blurry, you will guess / daddy kink but in a priestly way / def religion kink, breeding but im not sure if its just a kink, worship but im not sure who worships who the most / this is more like an au like 1940 battlefield where [REDACTED] is a soldier and MC a nun
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The night was like a classic old horror movie scene.
And how not to be scared? Outside the cathedral it was raining heavily, the skies were roaring from the electrical storm and the only lighting was the holy candles, that place was a refuge for the homeless.
After all, many people needed comfort in times of war.
You had decided to stay until midnight, praying to your father to protect the soldiers in battle, that the families would stop going hungry, you held the wooden cross that hung from your chest so tightly, begging for the massacre to stop, the times They brought sadness to the entire nation and God had to save them.
A loud clap of thunder echoed outside the cathedral and the doors were opened, the cold of the night and the wind caused the flame of some candles to go out, so holding the cross tightly to your chest you turned to see who dared to break in. with such violence in the house of God.
"Who's there?" You asked as you walked towards the huge wooden gate.
A man in uniform walked in, soaked from the rain, he looked tired, hungry, hurt, he barely made eye contact with you you felt a chill run through your entire body, not just because of the weather.
"I need food" He was a soldier, you nodded immediately and helped him walk to take a seat on one of the benches while you went to the warehouse for something the man could eat, there was food stored that was going to be donated, or that's what the priest said.
You returned with canned food and some water for the stranger, who snatched your things to eat like a dying dog, water running down his chin and eating haphazardly as he breathed heavily.
"Sir, are you okay? Where is he coming from?" You didn't avoid being curious when asking those questions, although just one cold look from him was enough to make you close your mouth.
You only heard him chewing, the man seemed to have had a really bad time and it was no wonder that you could tell from miles away that he was a soldier, and since he came alone, there was a high probability that he was one of the few survivors in the trenches, but you are not going to assume too much.
"Father, please help this poor man to heal his wounds safely, to regain his strength, to protect his life on the battlefield and the lives of our nation -…"
"Stop talking shit" he interrupted you in a vulgar way, causing astonishment on your face, even disgust.
"That is no way to speak before the lord" You scolded him, the black-haired man only laughed hoarsely.
"Bring me clothes, I'm freezing in this" he demanded arrogantly, getting rid of his wet clothes, your kind soul heeded his words, because that's what you were, right? A sweet nun willing to help the needy, love your neighbor as your god ordered.
"Excuse me, I only found the priest's old clothes and I'm not sure they fit him, I hope they can help you" You said as you returned to the bench, he once again snatched the things from your hand.
Yes, he was a rude man.
The minutes passed, the candles continued to melt at the altar, you were praying in front of the golden statue of your lord while the soldier was resting on the benches, grunting at his wounds and trying to stay warm.
"Hey, nun, since you won't shut up come here, I think I know how you could keep that mouth busy" The man suggested with a cheeky smile, it was unheard of how he could say such things in the lord's house.
"Hey! That's enough of-…"
"It wasn't a question, come here or I'll come for you" his voice was sharp, and with no intention of continuing to listen to you, seeing how you froze in surprise he grumbled and took the trouble to walk towards you.
Right in front of the golden statue of your god, he subdued you to the ground and lifted your robe to reveal your underwear, that man was shameless because he simply buried his face between your asscheeks to inhale deeply.
"HEY! HEY" WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" You begged him, confusion and disgust replaced with terror, but… he was a soldier, a man willing to sacrifice his life for his nation.
"Please, honey, aren't you supposed to be a helpful sweetheart? You promised to help me stay warm, and this is my last dinner before I die?" He murmured on your back, riding you without a word, his hands had already pulled down your underwear while you were busy in your thoughts.
"Oh my god, this can't be happening, I'm supposed to stay pure" You whimpered as you covered your face, too embarrassed by the situation but not trying to push the man away.
He was an angel sent by god to save the country, it would be so rude to reject any order he gave.
He ground his hips against yours in a messy manner, he hadn't even prepared you well when your pussy was already engulfing his cock.
"Wow, you're so tight, so it's true that nuns are virgins, right? I feel so lucky to be the one to take your chastity, dear." His voice was teasing in your ear as you squeezed your eyes shut to endure the sudden intrusion, you were Pretty sure you would bleed.
No one would pass by the cathedral at that time of night, much less in a storm, the clicking of both skins echoed in the enormous building, right in the eyes of your lord.
"P-please forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me so much" A hand grabbed your jaw to silence you.
"You better ask thanks to the Lord because you will soon have a son, I will take care of filling this pretty pussy of yours to the brim, okay, angel?" He mocked your prayers but the seriousness in his voice was immaculate, he really wanted to impregnate your womb with his seed.
Your legs were shaking as you tried to stay in the doggy position, the soldier was selfish, penetrating your wet cunt for the sole purpose of having his release and getting you pregnant.
"S-sir please slow down, I feel like you're going to break me" You begged, snot slipping out of your nose as well as tears at how disastrous the situation was, the problem wasn't that the man was using you, because he was part of the brave army that risked his life, it is logical that you want to help.
"... We shouldn't be doing this in the Father's house." Sob quietly, your body reacted so well to his touch and it was inevitable not to moan, causing echoes in the cathedral.
"No, no, angel, call me father, you don't want your lord to hear you acting like a slut in his holy home." His calloused hands squeezed your hips and he pulled you like a wolf would its prey towards its nest.
"My god, angel, you feel so good, I'm melting between your walls, I want to spill all my essence inside you, you're being so good for me, I promise you it will feel better" He whispered lovingly despite the furious thrusts. that you received. "Don't worry, this is what your god wants, right? Demigods are worshiped with flowers, real gods need blood." His tone felt so somber, his hand traveled to your crotch to caress, collecting said blood, your blood.
So if he died on the battlefield, he would at least have left his inheritance in the world and he wouldn't be completely forgotten, right? His greedy hands ran over every inch of your skin under your tunic, squeezing the flesh, he too seemed inexperienced too, moaning and letting out incoherencies as he ground his groin against you, saliva running down his jaw as he moaned like a dog, panting, his eyes rolling back, sharper sounds until you both trembled violently.
Just as he said, you were dripping, as soon as a mirror cascade came out of you and warm semen was present from your pussy, his member was already a little more flaccid as he observed such a work of art in front of him.
He didn't want to die, he wanted this stupid war to end so he could get this nun pregnant and raise a child together.
"It's okay, you'll be okay" he murmured one last time as he clung to you, taking you into his arms with a blank look, but his words weren't.
He promised that when all that was over he would return to you to take care of you and the baby, that was what he wanted most, a life without daily blood, peace.
It's a shame that the promise would never be fulfilled.
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How wold the yanderes react to an S/O lewdly grinding against their thigh?
ooh ok! I can do that
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💙 Sunny Day Jack 💛
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“That’s it sunshine… Move your hips, just like that.” Jack’s encouraging words do little to muffle the sounds of you crying out, and before you know it, one of his gloved hands travel up your shirt to play with your chest. “You’re doing such a good job! Why don’t I show you just how much I love you?”
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💚 Alan Orion 💚
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“Woah, you’re really frisky today huh, Doe-eyes?” Alan lets go of the knife and wooden carving in his hands and turns his attention to your needy gyrations instead. One of his calloused hands travel to your butt to give it a soft squeeze. “I love it when ya get all desperate and needy like this… I can barely hold myself back.”
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💖 Ren / [REDACTED] 💜
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“Y-You’re so lewd Angel…!” Regardless of his flushed expression, Ren’s hands grip your waist in a bruising hold in order to grind you against his thigh. Soon enough, the friction has you seeing stars. “That’s it… Use me to pleasure yourself… I want you to cum all over my thigh. Can you do that for me?”
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🖤 John Doe 🖤
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“Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good?” His toothy grin gets even wider as Doe angles his leg higher. The new sensation has you seeing white and before you know it, you’re latching on to his hoodie sleeves while you ride his thigh. “You make such cute noises my love… I want to hear more!”
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💙 Peter Dunbar 🖤
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“Hah- I can feel how much this is turning you on Darling…” The blush on his cheeks do little to cover his devious expression. Before you can reply, Peter’s long tongue lolls out of his mouth and licks a wet stripe up your neck. “Let me make you feel even better.”
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