Masterlists ⟡ ao3 ⟡ Tips (Still Trying to set this up lol)
⟡ . Hi! I'm Fae, I'm 22 and I'm a fanfic writer who loves yandere / dark content. Which is what this blog will mainly be focused on, though not exclusively. I just write whatever i want to! fandoms I write for can be found in my masterlists. Dead dove do not eat. Minors DNI.
⟡. Recent fics
Perv Ren drabble - Ren touches himself while spying on you through your webcam . (14 Days with you)
Behind Closed Doors - You find out what's in Ren's "storage room", though you don't seem to mind that much. (14 Days with you)
Angel Of Small Death - Ren gets jealous when you spend some time with Leon and has to show you who you belong to. (14 Days with you)
⟡. Upcoming fics (Maybe)
these are currently some rough drafts and ideas. please let me know if you're interested in any specific one!
Unnamed angsty Ren fic with a Kidnapped!reader (14 Days with you)
Caring! Yandere OC (If anyone is interested in this lol)
Yan!Priest!Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Multiple ideas for Yan! Caleb (Love and deepspace)
I wanted to start writing some fics for other fandoms but Ren managed to consume my entire brain once again so now i’ve started writing a really angsty Ren fic…
Fyi pretty much all of this is very outdated and badly written cause i wrote ithem a long time ago. Some make me cringe but i don't want to delete them lol. 🤍 = Non-Yandere
⟡ Asra Alnazar
Asra with an s/o who loves rain (Headcanons) 🤍
Yandere headcanons
More yandere Asra
Yandere Asra with an s/o who takes a while to warm up to cuddles
Asra comforting you (Drabble) 🤍
Fluffy Asra headcanons 🤍
Yandere Asra during the apprentice's death
Yandere headcanons + au
⟡ Julian Devorak
Yandere headcanons + Nadia
⟡ Nadia satrinava
Yandere headcanons + Julian
⟡ The Devil
“If you weren’t so much trouble, you would make a very entertaining play thing.”
A short drabble of Ren touching himself while spying on you through your webcam <3
Ren/ AFAB reader
-
Ren's eyes flicker across the screen, taking in your messy hair, your slightly exposed chest and hardened nipples that he could see through the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. His beloved angel, innocently enjoying a new episode of one your favorite shows, while he was shamelessly rubbing his hardened cock through his jeans as he was spying on you through your webcam. His hand moves up and down slowly until his erection is uncomfortably straining against his pants. He moves to unbuckle his belt, eyes still locked onto his screen, onto you. He takes out his cock, letting out a groan.
He starts off slowly, moving his hand up and down his length. Eyes occasionally flickering from your face to your tits, though mainly staying focused on your face. You're so beautiful, he could cum a million times over again just by looking at your face. He speeds up his pace a little. "Fuck." He groans when he sees you smile at something on your screen. He loves your smile so much. He moans your name, imagining it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own scarred one. His pace has turned rough and fast now, the same pace you use when fuck yourself with your fingers, or the toys you own. He has watched you touch yourself a million times. He has hours upon hours of recordings of it saved and backed up on hard drives that he frequently uses, but there's something about watching the live footage from your cam that he hacked into. Watching you in this very moment, having no clue he's squeezing his cock to you just going about your day. Maybe he feels a little guilty about it, but he indulges in the knowledge that he's the only one who gets to see you like this.
He feels himself getting closer. He's moaning and whining out loud, not having to worry about any neighbors overhearing him. He probably wouldn't really care anyways. He moves his focus to your eyes, and with a couple more strokes he's shooting ropes of thick cum as your name slips from his tongue. He cums all over the screen, he wishes it was all over you instead. He wishes it was marking you. Your face, your tits. He wishes he could scoop it off and make you lick it up or lick it off of your skin himself. He wishes he could get you all cleaned up and tuck you safely into his arms after. Instead, he sits alone in his dark room. The only light source being his screen. He looks down at the mess he's made. Patience. He tells himself. It'll all be worth it. You'll be together soon enough. He'll make sure of it.
A short drabble of Ren touching himself while spying on you through your webcam <3
Ren/ AFAB reader
-
Ren's eyes flicker across the screen, taking in your messy hair, your slightly exposed chest and hardened nipples that he could see through the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. His beloved angel, innocently enjoying a new episode of one your favorite shows, while he was shamelessly rubbing his hardened cock through his jeans as he was spying on you through your webcam. His hand moves up and down slowly until his erection is uncomfortably straining against his pants. He moves to unbuckle his belt, eyes still locked onto his screen, onto you. He takes out his cock, letting out a groan.
He starts off slowly, moving his hand up and down his length. Eyes occasionally flickering from your face to your tits, though mainly staying focused on your face. You're so beautiful, he could cum a million times over again just by looking at your face. He speeds up his pace a little. "Fuck." He groans when he sees you smile at something on your screen. He loves your smile so much. He moans your name, imagining it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own scarred one. His pace has turned rough and fast now, the same pace you use when fuck yourself with your fingers, or the toys you own. He has watched you touch yourself a million times. He has hours upon hours of recordings of it saved and backed up on hard drives that he frequently uses, but there's something about watching the live footage from your cam that he hacked into. Watching you in this very moment, having no clue he's squeezing his cock to you just going about your day. Maybe he feels a little guilty about it, but he indulges in the knowledge that he's the only one who gets to see you like this.
He feels himself getting closer. He's moaning and whining out loud, not having to worry about any neighbors overhearing him. He probably wouldn't really care anyways. He moves his focus to your eyes, and with a couple more strokes he's shooting ropes of thick cum as your name slips from his tongue. He cums all over the screen, he wishes it was all over you instead. He wishes it was marking you. Your face, your tits. He wishes he could scoop it off and make you lick it up or lick it off of your skin himself. He wishes he could get you all cleaned up and tuck you safely into his arms after. Instead, he sits alone in his dark room. The only light source being his screen. He looks down at the mess he's made. Patience. He tells himself. It'll all be worth it. You'll be together soon enough. He'll make sure of it.
Summary: You find out what’s in Ren’s “storage room” though you don’t seem to mind that much.
Or angel matches Ren’s freak.
Word count: 2.9k
Ren belongs to: @14dayswithyou
Also Happy birthday my beloved RenRen ^_^
-
Your eyes land on the warm light that seeps through the cracks of your beloved boyfriend's storage room door. You’ve always thought it was strange that the lights seem to be on at all times, but you figured with the sheer size of the apartment he lives in he probably doesn’t pay much mind to the electrical bill. However, in this very moment -with Ren out on a trip to the grocery store to gather the missing ingredients of the dinner you were preparing- The urge to just take a peek at the room the pink-haired man always acted so secretive about, became a lot stronger. I mean, what's the harm, right? According to Ren the only thing occupying that room was just a bunch of junk. It couldn't possibly be worse than the state your own apartment is in anytime life gets too much. you'd be the last person to judge a messy room. You'd just take a quick look to get rid of that unsettling feeling you always get whenever you're near it. Ren wouldn't know you'd seen the mess, and you could finally stop overthinking it. A win-win situation.
You get up from your seat and slowly make your way over to the mahogany door. Your lift your hand, pausing in doubt for a second, before attempting to turn the doorhandle. It doesn't budge. Your brows furrow in confusion, the lock on the ominous door further inducing your anxiety. With a new found determination you reach into your hair and take out a bobby pin, still remembering how to pick a lock from that one time you locked yourself out of your apartment. You fiddle with the bobby pin until you eventually hear a click. You reach for the door handle again, and this time the door opens. You hesitate before entering.
Your eyes widen in shock as you take in your surroundings. The walls are covered entirely in photos of you. Every. Single. Inch. There are photos of you that are years old, photos that you didn't take yourself, photos that you've never posted or sent to any one, photos of you with your friends, though every face aside from yours have been aggressively scratched out. And are those... photos of you sleeping?
That's not the only thing. There are stacks of clothes- your clothes- clothes you thought you lost years ago. You recognize used napkins and cups from your favorite cafe, traces of your lipstick still lingering on them.
All of a sudden everything clicks. Violet seeing a tall guy leave your apartment. The feeling of being watched. Ren's constant personality switching. His possessiveness over you. His discontent for your friends. His clinginess. Him knowing things about you that you had never told him. Your missing laundry. It was all so obvious.
-
Ren makes his way into his apartment, groceries still in hand. "Angel?" He calls out with a smile on his face, like an overexcited puppy returning to its owner. "I'm home!"
His brows furrow when he's met with nothing but silence. He walks further into the apartment, putting down the bags in his search for you. He walks towards the living room, expecting to see you asleep on the couch. Unease begins to rise within him, when you're nowhere to be seen. He calls out your name as he continues his search for you, moving towards the hallway.
Dread. Horrifying dread, is the only thing going through Ren when his eyes are met with the open door to his "storage room''.
He doesn't even register that his feet had carried him into the room up until the moment he stood before you, your back facing him.
"A- angel?" He utters out, sounding more fearful and uncertain than he had ever before.
You turn around very slowly. Your eyes are wide with confusion and fear. Like a deer caught in headlights. Ren's heart aches at the sight of you. This wasn't how It was supposed to go. He can fix this. He has to fix this. He tries to remain calm. He tells himself that worst case scenario, he'd just have to start over. Create a new persona. Win back your love.
Your name falls from his lips again. "I can explai-"
You interrupt him before he can finish. "Did you-" you breathe out and a smile slowly begins to form on your lips. "Did you do all of this for me?" You seem almost ecstatic.
"What?" A million thoughts race through Ren's head. You moved towards him, placing a hand on his face. His breath hitches and he finds himself almost frozen, pure confusion etched onto his face. You should hate him. Now that his Haruko persona had slipped up, you should be yelling and running telling him how disgusting, creepy and outright violating this is. Yet you stood before him looking at him as though he were a saint. Caressing him with the tenderness of a devoted follower. Your lips land on his. All his confusion and fear get pushed away, the only thing occupying his mind being the feeling of your lips on his, repenting him of all his sins. He breaks out of his trance and kisses you back fervently, hands landing on your waist to pull you as close as humanly possible.
You were the one to break the kiss, Ren looks down at you lovestruck, eyes half lidded, panting and already hard. "Yes, it's all for you. Everything i do is." You tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. A smile still beams on your face.
"This is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me." You say breathlessly.
Ren's confidence begins to grow when he feels you slowly grinding into him. A smirk appears on his face, you let a small yelp of surprise, when he pushes up his leg in between your thighs. You pause for a second. "Go ahead angel. Don't stop now." That confirmation was all you needed to continue rutting into him. You resume your movements on his -still clad- leg. The friction of the cloth only pushing you to grind that much harder into him. Ren smiles, one hand on your waist to hold you steady, the other moving all over your body, eventually settling on your massaging your breasts through your shirt. "God." He sighs. "Angel, if I had known you were into this, I would've showed the extent of my devotion to you much, *much* sooner. Your only response is to moan. He kisses you again, deeper and more dominating this time. You melt into him completely.
Before you know it, you're being lifted off your feet as Ren carries you to the far end of the room where a large desk stands. He sets you down atop of it. In between more of your belongings and pictures. Ren latches his mouth onto your neck and your hands slip under his shirt. Before your eyes get a chance to roll back in pleasure, they spot a pair of your –probably used- underwear on the desk. You let out a particularly loud moan as Ren continues leaving mark after mark on your skin. You remove your hands from under his shirt. One moving to grab the panties, the other finding it's place in his hair. You pull his head back with one sharp movement, there's a look of mischief in your eyes. You hold out the panties Infront of his face, balancing them on one finger. Ren moans, head bend at an awkward angle from the tight grip you hold on his hair. "How often have you jerked off using these?" You taunt him. Rens eyes widen, unsure of what to respond. "c'mon answer me. I know you do. You wouldn't have these otherwise."
Ren relents. "I- I don't know. Often. All the time. I think about you all the time." He whines. You feel yourself grow wetter at his confession. You take advantage of his panting and shove the panties into his open mouth, gagging him. He gladly accepts. "I bet this isn't your first time having them in your mouth. I bet you were wishing your mouth was on my pussy while you moaned and whined as you got off on my used underwear like a creep." Ren whines and nods his head pathetically in confirmation. Your free hand grabs hold of his face, squeezing his cheeks together, your face only an inch from his. "My creep.”
At that Ren breaks free from your hold with ease, removing the panties from his mouth, giving them one final lick, while never breaking eye contact. He takes both of your hands into one of his, pinning them Infront of you. He kisses you. "All yours. Only yours." He kisses you again. ''You're telling me you've never touched yourself thinking about me angel? I know you have. Or else you wouldn't be here. Reading this."
Ren continues kissing you, slowly moving down further with every kiss he leaves until he eventually reaches your core. He somehow manages do undo your pants with only one hand, the other still occupied with keeping your hands pinned. His teeth graze over your clit, still covered by your panties. "You're so fucking wet." He groans and proceeds to lick a stripe over the already soaked piece of cloth before taking them off. He stashes them away in his pocket, his face only inch from your aching cunt. "For my collection." He mumbles before finally putting his mouth on the place you need him the most. He moans into you. His free hand is placed on your hip to keep you steady.
Ren eats you out like a man starved. Lapping up your juices like water in a desert. His tongue going back and forth from circling your clit to dipping into your wet heat. You moan and buck your hips into his face. "Ah-yes. Use me. Use me to make yourself feel good." He says in between licks. He finally let's go of your pinned hands, opting to instead put his fingers to use by burying two of them in between your walls. He begins pushing in and out, excruciatingly slow at first. You whine. He says nothing, too busy sucking on your clit to respond.
You grab hold of his hair again, pushing his face deeper in between your legs. Grinding into him as though your life depends on it. Ren swears he's been sent to heaven. Here on his knees. Worshipping you on your shrine like the heavenly being you are. You own him completely. His heart doesn't beat to pump around the blood in his body, nor to keep him alive. It beats for you, and for you alone. It beats in an achingly painful, yet blissful, pace of love and devotion when it comes to you. Surely it would give out if he ever went but a second without you. He can only see, so he can stare at your divine beauty until his eyes dry out. He can only hear to take in the melody of your voice. He can only smell, so his nose fills with the scent of your sweet perfume. He can only touch, to trace his fingers over your silklike skin. He can only taste so that he can taste your sweetness on his tongue. And God, you taste oh so sweet.
His fingers begin to pick up the pace. Your body begins to stiffen and Ren knowns you're getting close. he's seen it a million times before. How your eyes squeeze shut, how you hold your breath as you begin to shake. It is so, so much better getting to see it in real life, up close. Getting to be the one that makes you cum.
He spells out his name with his tongue in his final licks, before sucking on your clit harder than ever before. You cum around his fingers and mouth. Hard. So hard you almost see stars. Your moans increase in volume, and you begin to shake, yet he doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow down. You squeeze your thighs around his head from the overstimulation and the moan he lets out his almost animalistic. His cock is so painfully fucking hard against his pants, yet he remains focused on you, fingers scissoring inside you, face covered in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears as you cum a second time. Ren finally pulls his head away; however, you're barely given room to breathe as Ren gets up and eagerly shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You happily accept what he offers, tasting yourself on his lips. He grinds into you and grunts. You notice how pent up he is and start moving your hand towards his hard-on. Before you get the chance to come in contact with it, he grabs your hand and does it for you, moving your hand over the bulge in his pants. He buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent as he continues rutting into your hand. A wet patch beginning to form on the cloth of his pants.
You lift your hand away from his pants, in order to take off his sweater. He returns the favor by taking off yours, he places soft kisses onto your breasts. Your hands are now at the edge of his turtleneck. Your eyes meet his, your concern showing. "Can I take this off Ren?" He pauses for a second, contemplating it, before slowly nodding his head. He places his hands on yours, helping you remove the last piece of fabric standing in between him and his marred skin. His eyes search yours and he holds his breath, anticipating your response. Your eyes rake over his bare chest and arms. You drag your hands over him. "You're beautiful Ren."
He sighs in relief, he finds you smiling, eyes fixed on the tattoo of your name occupying his throat. You kiss it. Once, twice, trice. Mouth lingering longer each time. You move onto the scars on his arms, littering them with feather light kisses, as though you're afraid of hurting him. Ren's eyes begin to water. "I- I don't deserve you angel." His voice is fragile. "Love you s'much." Tears begin to fall. You take notice of them and wipe them away, oh so gently. Replacing them with kisses. "What are you talking about? If anything, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. No one's ever cared for me like this. I should be the one calling you angel." Ren places a kiss on top of your head, like you're the most precious thing in existence. "You deserve everything. you are everything." Ren responds breathlessly.
His mouth lands on yours again. He kisses you. Years of longing and pent-up emotion finally pouring out. He keeps one hand on your face, the other moves down towards your body. Tracing the curves of your bare skin. You move to unzip his pants, finally freeing his aching erection. His member throbs in your hand as you pump it up and down. You align it with your entrance. His eyes search yours and you nod before he starts pushing in.
He pauses once he's all the way in. Giving you time to get adjusted to his size. After a moment, your hands on his back start pushing him forward, urging him to start moving. He starts off painfully slow, teasing you by pulling out almost entirely, leaving his head at your entrance, before slamming back in. However, it doesn't take long for him to lose control, pounding into you. He barely registers muttering confessions into your ear. "Wanted this f''so fucking long angel. Love you s'much."
You gasp "I love you too Ren. Tell me every disgusting thing you've done. Please."
Ren obliges without hesitation, his only need to obey you, to please you. "I- I watch you through your webcam. I see everything you do all the time. I touch myself whenever you do, I match your pace, pretending like I’m the one that’s making you feel good. God I can’t believe I finally get to have you.”
Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratches in their wake. "Fuck- yes mark me. Show everyone that we belong to each other." He grunts. You oblige and he starts repeating your name in a mantra, thrusting harder and harder in between each time he utters out your name. His hand moves down to your over sensitive clit and swear you begin to see stars. “You’re close sweetness, I know.” Ren whispers lovingly. “M’too. Wanna fill y’up so bad.” He mumbles, barely audible.
You let go one final time, so intensely you thought you’d faint. Ren follows shortly after. Emptying himself inside of you. You stroke his hair as you both try to catch your breath. He eventually pulls out of you, his cum beginning to drip down your thighs. Your lips meet again and before you know it, you’re being carried to bed. He puts you down, covering you with the sheets, then slips in next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You’re the first to fall asleep, Ren takes his time admiring you until he can’t keep his eyes open any longer. That night, Ren slept better than he ever had before.
Summary: You find out what’s in Ren’s “storage room” though you don’t seem to mind that much.
Or angel matches Ren’s freak.
Word count: 2.9k
Ren belongs to: @14dayswithyou
Also Happy birthday my beloved RenRen ^_^
-
Your eyes land on the warm light that seeps through the cracks of your beloved boyfriend's storage room door. You’ve always thought it was strange that the lights seem to be on at all times, but you figured with the sheer size of the apartment he lives in he probably doesn’t pay much mind to the electrical bill. However, in this very moment -with Ren out on a trip to the grocery store to gather the missing ingredients of the dinner you were preparing- The urge to just take a peek at the room the pink-haired man always acted so secretive about, became a lot stronger. I mean, what's the harm, right? According to Ren the only thing occupying that room was just a bunch of junk. It couldn't possibly be worse than the state your own apartment is in anytime life gets too much. you'd be the last person to judge a messy room. You'd just take a quick look to get rid of that unsettling feeling you always get whenever you're near it. Ren wouldn't know you'd seen the mess, and you could finally stop overthinking it. A win-win situation.
You get up from your seat and slowly make your way over to the mahogany door. Your lift your hand, pausing in doubt for a second, before attempting to turn the doorhandle. It doesn't budge. Your brows furrow in confusion, the lock on the ominous door further inducing your anxiety. With a new found determination you reach into your hair and take out a bobby pin, still remembering how to pick a lock from that one time you locked yourself out of your apartment. You fiddle with the bobby pin until you eventually hear a click. You reach for the door handle again, and this time the door opens. You hesitate before entering.
Your eyes widen in shock as you take in your surroundings. The walls are covered entirely in photos of you. Every. Single. Inch. There are photos of you that are years old, photos that you didn't take yourself, photos that you've never posted or sent to any one, photos of you with your friends, though every face aside from yours have been aggressively scratched out. And are those... photos of you sleeping?
That's not the only thing. There are stacks of clothes- your clothes- clothes you thought you lost years ago. You recognize used napkins and cups from your favorite cafe, traces of your lipstick still lingering on them.
All of a sudden everything clicks. Violet seeing a tall guy leave your apartment. The feeling of being watched. Ren's constant personality switching. His possessiveness over you. His discontent for your friends. His clinginess. Him knowing things about you that you had never told him. Your missing laundry. It was all so obvious.
-
Ren makes his way into his apartment, groceries still in hand. "Angel?" He calls out with a smile on his face, like an overexcited puppy returning to its owner. "I'm home!"
His brows furrow when he's met with nothing but silence. He walks further into the apartment, putting down the bags in his search for you. He walks towards the living room, expecting to see you asleep on the couch. Unease begins to rise within him, when you're nowhere to be seen. He calls out your name as he continues his search for you, moving towards the hallway.
Dread. Horrifying dread, is the only thing going through Ren when his eyes are met with the open door to his "storage room''.
He doesn't even register that his feet had carried him into the room up until the moment he stood before you, your back facing him.
"A- angel?" He utters out, sounding more fearful and uncertain than he had ever before.
You turn around very slowly. Your eyes are wide with confusion and fear. Like a deer caught in headlights. Ren's heart aches at the sight of you. This wasn't how It was supposed to go. He can fix this. He has to fix this. He tries to remain calm. He tells himself that worst case scenario, he'd just have to start over. Create a new persona. Win back your love.
Your name falls from his lips again. "I can explai-"
You interrupt him before he can finish. "Did you-" you breathe out and a smile slowly begins to form on your lips. "Did you do all of this for me?" You seem almost ecstatic.
"What?" A million thoughts race through Ren's head. You moved towards him, placing a hand on his face. His breath hitches and he finds himself almost frozen, pure confusion etched onto his face. You should hate him. Now that his Haruko persona had slipped up, you should be yelling and running telling him how disgusting, creepy and outright violating this is. Yet you stood before him looking at him as though he were a saint. Caressing him with the tenderness of a devoted follower. Your lips land on his. All his confusion and fear get pushed away, the only thing occupying his mind being the feeling of your lips on his, repenting him of all his sins. He breaks out of his trance and kisses you back fervently, hands landing on your waist to pull you as close as humanly possible.
You were the one to break the kiss, Ren looks down at you lovestruck, eyes half lidded, panting and already hard. "Yes, it's all for you. Everything i do is." You tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. A smile still beams on your face.
"This is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me." You say breathlessly.
Ren's confidence begins to grow when he feels you slowly grinding into him. A smirk appears on his face, you let a small yelp of surprise, when he pushes up his leg in between your thighs. You pause for a second. "Go ahead angel. Don't stop now." That confirmation was all you needed to continue rutting into him. You resume your movements on his -still clad- leg. The friction of the cloth only pushing you to grind that much harder into him. Ren smiles, one hand on your waist to hold you steady, the other moving all over your body, eventually settling on your massaging your breasts through your shirt. "God." He sighs. "Angel, if I had known you were into this, I would've showed the extent of my devotion to you much, *much* sooner. Your only response is to moan. He kisses you again, deeper and more dominating this time. You melt into him completely.
Before you know it, you're being lifted off your feet as Ren carries you to the far end of the room where a large desk stands. He sets you down atop of it. In between more of your belongings and pictures. Ren latches his mouth onto your neck and your hands slip under his shirt. Before your eyes get a chance to roll back in pleasure, they spot a pair of your –probably used- underwear on the desk. You let out a particularly loud moan as Ren continues leaving mark after mark on your skin. You remove your hands from under his shirt. One moving to grab the panties, the other finding it's place in his hair. You pull his head back with one sharp movement, there's a look of mischief in your eyes. You hold out the panties Infront of his face, balancing them on one finger. Ren moans, head bend at an awkward angle from the tight grip you hold on his hair. "How often have you jerked off using these?" You taunt him. Rens eyes widen, unsure of what to respond. "c'mon answer me. I know you do. You wouldn't have these otherwise."
Ren relents. "I- I don't know. Often. All the time. I think about you all the time." He whines. You feel yourself grow wetter at his confession. You take advantage of his panting and shove the panties into his open mouth, gagging him. He gladly accepts. "I bet this isn't your first time having them in your mouth. I bet you were wishing your mouth was on my pussy while you moaned and whined as you got off on my used underwear like a creep." Ren whines and nods his head pathetically in confirmation. Your free hand grabs hold of his face, squeezing his cheeks together, your face only an inch from his. "My creep.”
At that Ren breaks free from your hold with ease, removing the panties from his mouth, giving them one final lick, while never breaking eye contact. He takes both of your hands into one of his, pinning them Infront of you. He kisses you. "All yours. Only yours." He kisses you again. ''You're telling me you've never touched yourself thinking about me angel? I know you have. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, reading this."
Ren continues kissing you, slowly moving down further with every kiss he leaves until he eventually reaches your core. He somehow manages do undo your pants with only one hand, the other still occupied with keeping your hands pinned. His teeth graze over your clit, still covered by your panties. "You're so fucking wet." He groans and proceeds to lick a stripe over the already soaked piece of cloth before taking them off. He stashes them away in his pocket, his face only inch from your aching cunt. "For my collection." He mumbles before finally putting his mouth on the place you need him the most. He moans into you. His free hand is placed on your hip to keep you steady.
Ren eats you out like a man starved. Lapping up your juices like water in a desert. His tongue going back and forth from circling your clit to dipping into your wet heat. You moan and buck your hips into his face. "Ah-yes. Use me. Use me to make yourself feel good." He says in between licks. He finally let's go of your pinned hands, opting to instead put his fingers to use by burying two of them in between your walls. He begins pushing in and out, excruciatingly slow at first. You whine. He says nothing, too busy sucking on your clit to respond.
You grab hold of his hair again, pushing his face deeper in between your legs. Grinding into him as though your life depends on it. Ren swears he's been sent to heaven. Here on his knees. Worshipping you on your shrine like the heavenly being you are. You own him completely. His heart doesn't beat to pump around the blood in his body, nor to keep him alive. It beats for you, and for you alone. It beats in an achingly painful, yet blissful, pace of love and devotion when it comes to you. Surely it would give out if he ever went but a second without you. He can only see, so he can stare at your divine beauty until his eyes dry out. He can only hear to take in the melody of your voice. He can only smell, so his nose fills with the scent of your sweet perfume. He can only touch, to trace his fingers over your silklike skin. He can only taste so that he can taste your sweetness on his tongue. And God, you taste oh so sweet.
His fingers begin to pick up the pace. Your body begins to stiffen and Ren knowns you're getting close. he's seen it a million times before. How your eyes squeeze shut, how you hold your breath as you begin to shake. It is so, so much better getting to see it in real life, up close. Getting to be the one that makes you cum.
He spells out his name with his tongue in his final licks, before sucking on your clit harder than ever before. You cum around his fingers and mouth. Hard. So hard you almost see stars. Your moans increase in volume, and you begin to shake, yet he doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow down. You squeeze your thighs around his head from the overstimulation and the moan he lets out his almost animalistic. His cock is so painfully fucking hard against his pants, yet he remains focused on you, fingers scissoring inside you, face covered in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears as you cum a second time. Ren finally pulls his head away; however, you're barely given room to breathe as Ren gets up and eagerly shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You happily accept what he offers, tasting yourself on his lips. He grinds into you and grunts. You notice how pent up he is and start moving your hand towards his hard-on. Before you get the chance to come in contact with it, he grabs your hand and does it for you, moving your hand over the bulge in his pants. He buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent as he continues rutting into your hand. A wet patch beginning to form on the cloth of his pants.
You lift your hand away from his pants, in order to take off his sweater. He returns the favor by taking off yours, he places soft kisses onto your breasts. Your hands are now at the edge of his turtleneck. Your eyes meet his, your concern showing. "Can I take this off Ren?" He pauses for a second, contemplating it, before slowly nodding his head. He places his hands on yours, helping you remove the last piece of fabric standing in between him and his marred skin. His eyes search yours and he holds his breath, anticipating your response. Your eyes rake over his bare chest and arms. You drag your hands over him. "You're beautiful Ren."
He sighs in relief, he finds you smiling, eyes fixed on the tattoo of your name occupying his throat. You kiss it. Once, twice, trice. Mouth lingering longer each time. You move onto the scars on his arms, littering them with feather light kisses, as though you're afraid of hurting him. Ren's eyes begin to water. "I- I don't deserve you angel." His voice is fragile. "Love you s'much." Tears begin to fall. You take notice of them and wipe them away, oh so gently. Replacing them with kisses. "What are you talking about? If anything, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. No one's ever cared for me like this. I should be the one calling you angel." Ren places a kiss on top of your head, like you're the most precious thing in existence. "You deserve everything. you are everything." Ren responds breathlessly.
His mouth lands on yours again. He kisses you. Years of longing and pent-up emotion finally pouring out. He keeps one hand on your face, the other moves down towards your body. Tracing the curves of your bare skin. You move to unzip his pants, finally freeing his aching erection. His member throbs in your hand as you pump it up and down. You align it with your entrance. His eyes search yours and you nod before he starts pushing in.
He pauses once he's all the way in. Giving you time to get adjusted to his size. After a moment, your hands on his back start pushing him forward, urging him to start moving. He starts off painfully slow, teasing you by pulling out almost entirely, leaving his head at your entrance, before slamming back in. However, it doesn't take long for him to lose control, pounding into you. He barely registers muttering confessions into your ear. "Wanted this f''so fucking long angel. Love you s'much."
You gasp "I love you too Ren. Tell me every disgusting thing you've done. Please."
Ren obliges without hesitation, his only need to obey you, to please you. "I- I watch you through your webcam. I see everything you do all the time. I touch myself whenever you do, I match your pace, pretending like I’m the one that’s making you feel good. God I can’t believe I finally get to have you.”
Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratches in their wake. "Fuck- yes mark me. Show everyone that we belong to each other." He grunts. You oblige and he starts repeating your name in a mantra, thrusting harder and harder in between each time he utters out your name. His hand moves down to your over sensitive clit and swear you begin to see stars. “You’re close sweetness, I know.” Ren whispers lovingly. “M’too. Wanna fill y’up so bad.” He mumbles, barely audible.
You let go one final time, so intensely you thought you’d faint. Ren follows shortly after. Emptying himself inside of you. You stroke his hair as you both try to catch your breath. He eventually pulls out of you, his cum beginning to drip down your thighs. Your lips meet again and before you know it, you’re being carried to bed. He puts you down, covering you with the sheets, then slips in next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You’re the first to fall asleep, Ren takes his time admiring you until he can’t keep his eyes open any longer. That night, Ren slept better than he ever had before.
The Ren fic is taking a bit longer than expected because i'm currently fighting for my life trying to meet the deadlines of 4 assignments that i have to finish this week. Here's a little sneak peek as an apology
The Ren fic is taking a bit longer than expected because i'm currently fighting for my life trying to meet the deadlines of 4 assignments that i have to finish this week. Here's a little sneak peek as an apology
Fate has decided the winner is smut (with a slight hint of angst still) tho i realized it makes more sense to have it at least start out as Ren instead of [REDACTED] but i’ll try to throw in some [REDACTED] - and for the angst lovers i have another idea for like a REALLY angsty fic but that’ll have to wait a bit. All of you will be fed eventually ^_^
Fate has decided the winner is smut (with a slight hint of angst still) tho i realized it makes more sense to have it at least start out as Ren instead of [REDACTED] but i’ll try to throw in some [REDACTED] - and for the angst lovers i have another idea for like a REALLY angsty fic but that’ll have to wait a bit. All of you will be fed eventually ^_^
A short drabble with some very subtle yearning on Teo's side if you squint very hard.
-
Teo sighs as he drops down on the pavement, the sound of a glass jar shattering hits his eardrums and he looks up just in time to see you unceremoniously wipe a drop of sweat from your forehead. He’d never admit it out loud, but he enjoys this little routine he has with you. Simple. No bullshit.
It first started a few months ago, when he found you, dressed far too nicely to be sitting out on the beach on your own. A curt question got him a quick answer. You got stood up by some idiot. Another quick question followed.
“Wanna kick in his tail lights?”
“Absolutely.”
Which led you to this little routine he liked so much. Either one of you would shoot a quick text, make your way over to this -what seems to be abandoned- parking lot, and break shit. No whining. No feelings. No emotional crap. Straight to the point. That’s what he likes about this. That’s what he likes about you.
You sit down a few feet away from him, a tired, but satisfied grin on your face. Fiddling with some stick you found on the floor.
All of the sudden Teo lets out a chuckle. You look up at him confused.
“What’s so funny?” Teo looks down once again taking in the splotches of paint covering your shoes and nods his head towards them. “Your shoes are all fucked up.”
You look down, eyes widening. “Fuck. These were my favorite.” You blurt out, disappointment laced in your voice.
Teo looks in your direction and can’t help but notice the starlight reflecting in your eyes. He scoffs at himself, tears his eyes away and begins to take out his wallet. Before you know it a stack of bills is thrown at your feet.
You look up at him and frown in confusion. “What’s this?”
Teo rolls his eyes. “What does it look like?” He asks sarcastically. “Just get yourself a new pair doll face.”
“This is a lot of money Teo. I can’t take it.” You reply.
Teo shoots you an annoyed look “It’s nothing. That’s pocket change. I spent 10 times that amount on my friends from the city last week.”
Teo lets out a startled noise when he’s met with the stack of bills flying back at him.
“You know those guys only use you for your money right.” You state, voice a bit softer than usual. “They’re assholes.”
Teo raises an eyebrow. “I thought you said i was an asshole.”
“Well, you are an asshole. But you’re not a bad person.” You dramatically clutch your heart and chuckle. “There’s good in that tiny, shriveled up heart of yours.”
At that, warmth floods his heart. He cringes, trying to shove the feeling down. He ignores it, pretends it doesn’t exist. He looks at you intensely for a couple of seconds, trying to come up with a response, but instead opting to once again return to comfortable silence.
