#14dwy x reader

[partycemetery]

[ttakdoll]

꩜ – REN & [REDACTED] :: both versions of your boyfriend at the same time?

(18+) :: content – redacted!ren x fem!reader x ren, smut, threesome (m/f/m), finger fucking, cunnilingus, tongue fucking

don’t get it wrong — you absolutely adore [redacted].

it had taken a while on its own for your now-boyfriend to grow comfortable enough to let you see who he really was, especially after months of prancing around looking like what he thought would be the man of your dreams, just to make sure you’d stay.

and ren was adorable, with hair like cotton candy, always in those huge sweaters, looking like a giant ball of something you’re meant to hug tight.

in short: perfect. he was so perfect, so soft and so warm, acting like he didn’t know the first thing about hurting anyone. like he couldn’t hurt a fly — but would beat the living daylights out of anyone that touched you.

ren used to look almost out of place next to you, who’s all dark and black and spikey and sharp-looking. but you’d always had a hunch he wasn’t so cutesy, that ren was a facade to some extent.

so you’d pried [redacted] out. and you were in love, obviously, with the edges that he used to never let you see — where ren would be sweet, [redacted] had a tiny bit more bite (but never towards you, of course!). he’d come back to your apartment, sucking, biting at your neck, all sharp jewelry and black hair and blood, apologizing for leaving you for more than an hour or so. but beyond it all, he was mean. not a trace of stuttering. a fucking tease with way too smart a mouth.

you adored him. but you knew he’d catch the way you sometimes daydreamed about his pink-haired alter ego.

like, in your sleep?

it was the morning after [redacted] stayed at your place when you’d first unknowingly brought it up — in your bed, still asleep, definitely not conscious enough to realize that he was already awake, and that you were mumbling something that would’ve been unintelligible to anyone that cared less about you. (un)fortunately for you, [redacted] is physically incapable of not caring for you, so he hears it, just as he’s about to press a kiss to your sleeping face to wake you up.

“ren…” you’d breathed out, eyes still shut tight, limbs tangled up in your sheets. you’re clearly dreaming, but your boyfriend froze anyways, raising an eyebrow. “ren.”

cute. but you hadn’t called him that in months now.

[redacted] had pressed his lips flat as he watched your face scrunch up, lips parted as you exhaled, tugging at your pillow. “mmh. no. no, ren, don’t go.”

oh?

“angel?” he murmured, lightly brushing the back of his hand over your cheek, just to make sure you actually were asleep. and so you were, shuddering at his touch, but never once stirring back to consciousness. his eyes widened a tiny bit. so you were dreaming – not just of anything, but about him. well, about some other version of him, technically, but tomato, tomahto. 

[redacted] bit his tongue, eyes lovesick at your adorable voice, not daring to wake you up.

“need you.” you’d mumbled, eyebrows furrowing, pawing at your pillow, and then thrashing a little further. your boyfriend raised his eyebrow, before realizing that you must have been attempting to take his hand in your dream. he sucked in a breath, so desperately trying not to pounce on you, before offering his actual hand to your ferocious little grip.

and he’d fucking melted at the way you hummed to yourself, taking it, holding it tight to your chest like you would a stuffed animal. “ren. wanna see you again. i miss you.”

needless to say, he’d pretty much gotten the hint that you really missed ren.

you hadn’t even realized, but your sleep talk’s plagued [redacted] since the day it happened, countless nights dedicated to weighing out his options. because he’d never deny you. not for the fucking world. even if it meant having to – well, pull a few strings.

⭑.ᐟ

the next time you hear about it is when you two are perched on your couch, supposedly watching some horror movie you were barely paying attention to. 

you’re starting to realize that all of it seems like a very cleverly constructed ruse on [redacted]’s part. because you’re more like perched in his lap now after a few too many jumpscares had you shivering in your skin. his arms have been locked around your waist for the entire half of the movie, and he’d managed to be patient enough to wait about half an hour to completely disregard the film.

now, the movie is long forgotten. in your defense, how could you ever care about a horror movie when your gorgeous boyfriend’s been sucking at your neck like he’s the real killer?

little did you know, [redacted] just wanted you nice and pliant before he pitched what he thinks is the greatest idea of his life. 

so he pops the question when you’re clinging tight to his shoulders like a koala bear, thighs spread over his lap like they’re finally home, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. your eyes are so beautifully screwed shut as he’s nipping at your neck and leaving pretty marks for you to show off the next morning. 

“do you ever miss the old me, angel?”

“hmm?”

the black-haired man chuckles, clutching your cheeks between rough fingertips, cooing at the way your eyes flutter open before letting you go. “ren. do you ever miss when i looked like that? when i acted all good for you?”

“what?” your voice is breathless as you cough out some rushed response. “i– i mean, sure? but i’d miss you either way, [redacted]. you do know that, right?”

he clicks his tongue. “you’re pretty when you dodge my questions.”

“i’m not!”

“then answer me, angel.” your eyes widen – [redacted]’s voice is sultry where it is now, as he leans over to nip at your earlobe, grip tightening on your waist. 

it’s like he knows what you really want to say, that you do miss ren, with his wide-eyed looks, with the way he used to get so flustered at the slightest hint that you might be into him too. your lip catches between your teeth as your boyfriend continues coaxing. “do you miss him? yes or no.”

well, shit. since he asked so nicely –

“yes.” you whisper, as if that’ll soften the blow. [redacted]’s eyes gleam like a predator’s. “yeah. i do.”

a pause. 

“tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”

the next few moments are a blur.

 because [redacted]’s mouth crashes back down onto yours, earning a tiny yelp from your lips that has him groaning into your throat. his hands tighten around your waist, hoisting you further into him, intentionally grinding your core down onto his clothed erection. you bite down onto his bottom lip to stifle a sweet little whine at the friction – the way he grins into your skin after that is near lethal. your breathing is coming up short enough as it is; that was seeming to become normal when it came to him.

and then, all of a sudden, everything goes dark just as you attempt to see him, because a large palm comes up to cover your eyes. you’d stammer out in protest too, but [redacted] keeps plush lips sealed firmly onto yours, eagerly swallowing each and every sound you make without letting go of your face. 

“hey–”

“i have a surprise for you,” he rasps out hotly, dragging his tongue over your bottom lip. “just trust me, angel.”

you do trust him. surprisingly enough, that’s never been a problem. 

the real problem is that you know your boyfriend is absolutely batshit crazy when it comes to you – so you can’t help it if something thrums in your chest at the way his hot mouth turns almost desperate as it chews yours up, his tongue bullying its way past your lips and sinking deep into the warm, wet heat of your throat. and you’re soaking your panties at this point, keening around his skilled tongue like a slut. 

you should know better than to let your guard down when you know [redacted]’s planning something, but you just can’t help the way your mind escapes into hazy bliss with every lap of his tongue against your teeth.

however, it’s not long before you’re forced out of the reverie, eyes widening beneath his palm as another set of hands find your waist, another bulge pressing against your lower back. as a new figure leans down, so familiarly, and lathers gentle kisses over the side of your neck. 

“wait, [redacted] –”

but all you can do is gasp. because the new touch is strangely reminiscent of your very own boyfriend, if not just a tiny bit sweeter. a tiny bit softer. like if [redacted] had shied away from anything that might hurt you, that might scare you off, anything that might tease you beyond breaking point as he does so often now –

fuck.

soft, light pink hair tickles your neck. “don’t be scared, angel, it’s just me.”

ren?

as if on cue with your realization, [redacted] (ren?) lifts you off of his lap, helping you up to spin you around, before plopping you back onto his thighs, this time with your back pressed against his chest. and while the black-haired man laps at your neck, licking long, slow stripes up your skin, you’re face to face with another him. only, it’s the pink-haired, heavily-curated version of [redacted] that you’d first met all those months ago, leaning over your confused face and pressing a soft peck to your cheek.

“h– how did you–”

“programming.” ren mumbles against your cheek, cupping your face in his hands. and then those fingertips trail down, down your collarbone, treasuring each curve like you’ve been sculpted with marble. and it’s strange how both of them chuckle at your shaky little exhale as ren pinches your nipple through your shirt, both their touches going straight to your core at the very same time.

it’s so much at once – ren’s slipping your shirt off, [redacted]’s hands are cold on your bare waist, and both versions of your boyfriend are sucking and licking at each sensitive part of your skin like you’re their last meal.

“f–fuck,” you don’t know whose name to call, where to put your hands, your fingertips traveling between [redacted]’s thigh and the curve of ren’s shoulder as he trailed his lips down your collarbone. “i— i can’t—”

“can feel you getting wet, pretty,” [redacted] murmurs against you, playful fingertips trailing a warm path down your abdomen, all the way down your inner thighs, until he’s tracing heart shapes over your clothed clit. “don’t be shy. it’s only me.”

“‘cause you’re only mine,” ren has to fucking add, that sweet little (long) tongue latching onto your breast, swirling over your right nipple, as gentle as he always was. then he pauses, eyes flickering to your broken gaze. “we’re never sharing you, angel.”

how ironic.

but between the push and pull of the two larger men who seem determined to break you, overstimulate you, dumb you down to no repair, you can barely process the irony. in fact, you can barely process anything except your boyfriend’s irritatingly long fingers prodding at your entrance over your underwear, smearing your slick over the fabric and letting it mold to the shape of your pretty pussy.

and you know it’s [redacted] simply because you know he’s a fucking tease, dipping scarred fingertips into you without pulling the cotton aside, letting your panties drag against the edge of your cunt without letting anything in.

you whine, hole fluttering around absolutely nothing when [redacted] pulls his fingertips out again. “[redacted] — ren— fuck, please…”

“how about,” and the bastard pulls back the edge of your underwear, letting it snap against your clit cruelly. “you stop begging me and focus on him first, angel?”

“hah— shit.”

glossy eyes glance down at ren, who’s knelt down between your thighs with a puppy-like look in his eyes, dazed as he sucks eagerly at your right tit, rolling the left between his rough fingertips. you bite down on your lip, stifling a groan as your hand cards through pink hair, tugging at ren, leaving him whimpering around your skin. his saliva smears across your hardened nipples, so filthy as it coats your bare tits, and he’s just so good, letting you use him while [redacted] teases you mean.

“oh, fuck — ren,” the breathy way you say his name seems to ignite something in the pink-haired man, who glances up at you with lidded eyes before detaching his lips from your breast, gaze now downcast. and he’s found space for himself between you and your boyfriend’s legs (aren’t they both technically?), pressing his lips to your calf in feather light pecks.

ren meets your thighs with reverence, worshipping your skin as he always had, like he was pressing his soul into you with every fucking kiss. “missed you, angel. missed how sweet you are.”

“ren—” and then [redacted] clamps down on your throat, garnering a high-pitched yelp from your lips, as if trying to get your eyes back on him. strangely possessive — but then again when was he not? 

“wait, ngh,”

“yeah, y’missed how good he was?” your boyfriend hisses, leaving another bite on the space between your jawline and your neck, nimble fingers sliding your underwear aside, further and further until you hear — a clean rip.

you manage to blink away the haze for just a second, eyes narrowing. “hey, you can’t just—”

“shh, now.” [redacted] chides against your neck. “go on, angel. let him taste you.”

“please?” 

you’d never realized how different he acted back then until you’re seeing it for yourself — how ren begs pretty, so eager to give you everything you want, to take everything you’ll let him, to tread gently like you’ll break. and how [redacted] loves watching you fall apart for him, only him, how he picks you apart piece by piece until you can’t think of anything but him. and you’re drowning between the two, mind melted and dripping so obscenely it hurt.

“yes, please.” you choke out. 

yeah, that’s all it really takes.

and it’s more than you thought you could take, because just as ren’s soft mouth latches onto your sensitive clit, [redacted] bullies two fingers past your aching entrance — the cry that leaves your lips is pornographic. it’s torn from your throat. it’s fucking filthy. 

and it makes something predatory coil in both versions of your boyfriend.

“shit,” the black-haired man breathes out against your shoulder, biting down on the exposed skin as his fingers thrust in tandem with ren’s tongue. “you sound — haah — so fucking pretty, angel,”

ren hums against your pussy, eyes glittering and wide as they glanced up at you like you were his fucking religion; all you can do is tighten your fingertips in his hair, breathing erratic and rhythmic to each wet flick of the pink-haired man’s tongue against your sensitive clit, each shlick! of [redacted]’s fingertips past your soaked hole.

your head feels airy with bliss, eyes nearly blurry; it’s like both of them knew exactly what you needed from each of them, exactly how you wanted them pushing and prodding at your body.

it’s just cruel. your boyfriend is cruel, thinking of this, knowing he’d have you falling apart at the seams before you could even cum.

“hngh— it’s too much, i’m so—”

“close?” [redacted] whispers before greedily capturing your mouth in a kiss that fries any semblance of sanity you had left — it’s sloppy, his tongue bullying its way past your pretty lips, worshipping your throat like he was trying to prove something to the old version of himself. and you feel the reaction, the way ren whimpers like a puppy denied a treat.

he’s starting to be meaner now, pressing his long tongue flat against your slit and devouring you whole, fighting for those breaths of yours to escape straight into [redacted]’s mouth.

they're exactly the same, of course, but it’s starting to dawn on you that your boyfriend is somehow still managing to compete over you, even when he’s up against himself.

it would be hilarious, that is, if he weren’t currently making you dizzy, all fucked out on his fingers — and his tongue, technically — like a slut.

“tell him to go faster,” [redacted] grits into your slack jaw, his other hand leaving your waist to grip your cheeks, turning your head to face his pastel-haired counterpart. “tell him what you need, angel.”

“ren,” you choke out in a gasp, earning a satisfied little nip to your bare shoulder and a deep curl of your boyfriend’s fingers against that soft, spongy spot inside of you. “anh, need it faster, hah, p— please,”

you realize you barely needed to say the first word when your fucked-out gaze finds his lovestruck one, all half-lidded as ren spreads your thighs further apart, something predatory lurking behind how gentle his touch is. and you think mercy might be an option when [redacted] slows the pace of those thick fingers — until ren decides to bully his tongue past your entrance with them and fuck you with his sweet tongue. 

and you cry out as both of them decide to speed up, thighs shivering against ren’s hold, one hand gripping [redacted]’s arm while the other tugged at ren’s pink locks. your boyfriend’s fingertips prod at you like it’s target locked, hitting your g-spot with scary precision, your back arching lewdly against his chest with drawn-out moans.

“hah— hah— [redacted], ren, fuck!” their names spill from your lips in mindless little babbles. “i’m so— so— ngh!”

“tell us what you want.” [redacted]’s voice teases at the skin of your neck, a vibration that runs straight to your overstimulated core. “don’t be shy. it’s just me.”

your cheeks heat, eyes screwing shut as you let out a heavy exhale. “i just— mmh, need to—”

“won’t do anything until you tell me.” your boyfriend’s grin is evil, and you’d have narrowed your eyes at him by now if your brain was still capable of functioning past imagining your impending orgasm.

“fuck— ngh, just— make me cum,” you finally pant out; as if on cue, [redacted] grabs your face and plants those delicious lips back onto yours, so warm and disgusting that it has your sensitive pussy clenching around both his fingers and ren’s tongue, gushing loudly as he kissed you through your orgasm. 

your mind feels fuzzy as their movements finally slow, careful to let you ride out the high until you finally slump against your boyfriend’s chest. faintly, you can feel ren pressing soft, soothing kisses against the skin of your thigh before lifting himself up, maneuvering your shaking legs to lay against the sofa, settling himself in between your thighs once more — you’re just so pliant, so good for both of them (just him), in this state that it’s hard not to want more.

it’s only when you realize ren is sliding your ruined panties down your legs as [redacted] grins against your neck that they may want more.

“wait—” you croak out helplessly, but [redacted] is quick to shush you softly, turning your head to face him.

he plants a soft kiss to your mouth before shaking his head.

“ren’s here to stay for a little longer, angel,” he mumbles against your lips. 

“we’re just not done with you yet.”

@ ttakdoll, 2026

[belovedren]

𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 🪡🌹

How would yandere visual novels react towards a yor!reader

I see red, red, oh red A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red.Now all I see is

Yandere visual novels x yor!reader ( TKATB, 14DWY, Binary star hero , The Freak circus )

Solivan Brugmansia ( The Kid At The Back )

Sol have already eyeing on you for a long time, ever since you transfer to the university. Honestly he finds you similar towards him, I mean both of you have fascination over sharp things–that's one checklist of you and him being the perfect couple ( common interests ✔️ ). You are so beautiful and also captivating as well as cute, they way you would shy away from people. Curse those girls who make fun of you, he would personally find a way to get them off your back.

You and hyugo seems to know each other, sol is confused until hyugo told him your true profession. Honestly that explains everything, your overwhelming strength and stealth as well as on how you able to spot him while he is spying. Sol realize you are not an easy target to get his way, due to how hyugo would speak of you highly not to mention warning him the consequences of falling for you–saying that he could not beat you even if he tried, you are on a different league.

Sol absolutely finds you adorable the way you would look away everytime when he flirts with you, as well as how your mood instantly shifts to seriousness, the way you move your body, the way you twirl your weapon before shoving it on your table... Honestly used that strength on him instead. You are so sweet and caring, being an assassin is no easy task not to mention being one of the best as well as starting at little due to desperate need of income to take care of your brother, it's so caring–he wonders what lengths you would for your future children and him.

He does not like your brother one bit, everytime when he visits your home-your brother would be there keeping a watchful eye on him. Everytime when he tries to show affection towards you, your brother would pop up and interrupt the moment–someone should really lock him up in a room. Regardless, he wouldn't kill your brother-you see how much you love him and care for him, so he doesn't want you to be upset.

Ren / [ REDACTED ] ( 14 Days With You )

You and him were neighbors, during his spare time and when he wants to gets away from his home–he would volunteer to babysit your little brother while you go to work. Honestly he couldn't care about your brother, his biggest concern is you–your little brother is just someone he has to tolerate so that he could get close to you. It must have been hard for you, unfortunately social workers got notice and both of you got separated.

Both of you would be such a power couple, after learning about your true profession– this fact would absolutely deepen his obsession over you and feed his delusion of you and him are meant to be together. He would adore your strength and capabilities as well as how you manage to regain your innocence but also with a hint of deviant, how could somebody be so cute and naive in social interaction be so normal with murdering people. I guess that's what makes him love you more.

You are polite, sweet, straightforward and kind person who was force into a life of murdering people as a job to gain a stable income. Ren honestly started to wonder how long you've been an assassin, no wonder you always come home late at night covered in blood while he was babysitting your brother. You would always try to pay him with money but he turn you down. honestly poor you–working yourself to the bone just to support your brother, he always thought of maybe killing your brother would solve everything but nope.

Ren is so happy that little shit I mean your brother is still alive and healthy, right now he is in college working to be a police officer, how cute. Since your brother would come to visit you during the weekends– which is usually the time when you and ren would hang out, ren is so happy to finally meet your brother... Again ┻⁠━⁠┻⁠︵⁠└⁠(⁠՞⁠▽⁠՞⁠ ⁠└⁠). You might have to keep an eye on them, because everytime when you are not watching them–your brother and him are always engage in a battle trying to kill each other.

Ray / Binary star ( Binary star hero )

You and ray grow up with each other, unlike him who was trained to be a hero by the facility both of you guys were kept– you were trained to be an agent, someone that was trained to be in the shadows and commit atrocities without anyone noticing it. Compared to ray, you were a little oblivious due to him wanting to protect your innocence or what remains of it. You and him were always to be together, he make sure of it-he truly does love you with all his heart seeing you as his purpose to live.

Not until you and him manage to sneak into a room where all the files of citizens are being kept, you and him manage to find yours– and learn you have a brother. You have a family outside of the walls of the facility and you learn what orphanage he was kept in, you finally have a purpose–you want to find your brother and when ray got wind of this by reading your mind, he grow mad and demanding you to not leave him unfortunately you didn't listen. You were experimented with the same chemicals that was given towards ray that gave his supernatural strength and with your training successfully escape from the facility.

Ray honestly hated you for leaving him. How dare you after everything he did for you, you left him for someone you didn't know– please come back, he needs you. After years of not seeing you his mental health crumbled. Maybe he wishes for you to killed him during that day you escaped so he doesn't have to experience a life without you. And when he finally discovered your location working in a cafe, he will make sure you will remember him.

Ray despise and hated your little brother, seeing him as the reason why he suffered all those years without you. Your brother stole you away from him, the reason why you left and abandoned him. Honestly he doesn't mind killing him then maybe your eyes would finally meet him again, he understands the only person that can killed him is you–hes already tired of being a symbol, if he's dying– he's dying by your hands and not some random villain or alien.

Pierrot ( The Freak Circus )

You think it was a nice surprise towards your younger brother to bring him to watch the circus that recently came to town, the nice clown name pierrot gave it to you–as a form of gratitude for saving him from those people who were harassing him while he was just innocently giving away flyers so people could watch the performance, Honestly you are truly grateful for pierrot giving you the tickets for entry because you and him have never once saw a real life circus performance before, you thought its gonna be a fun day for you and him until it's not. Your brother want to go to the bathroom before the show start and so you waited and waited, 30 minutes hes been gone you are now getting hysterical panicking why hasn't he comeback. You a stranger to help you go to the male bathroom to look for him and when the stranger came back saying that your little brother is nowhere to be seen. You grow to be more hysterical, panic started to overwhelmed your system–you jump to the highest point of the tower looking around hoping to see him, he is not anywhere–he is missing. You keep asking to help people find your little brother but they just ignored you, you even went to the ticket master to ask him for help and he did but only did the bare minimum as if it's expected for him to go missing–you even try to ask for help from pierrot and he agreed but he said the chances of finding your brother is slim. This leads to suspicion of this place to be a place of human trafficked, you sneak and stayed until the circus is over and everyone is leaving.

When it's night–you investigate the situation. You tried to threaten one of the staff but they are unresponsive, you realize that these human traffickers are not human even pierrot. When pierrot and the others are having a discussion, your brother is in one of the cages as well as being under the jester spell–everything turn black and he falls unconscious and when wakes up, he and the others are being hang upside down by... You, demanding to tell where's your little brother is–oh he fell much deeper now.

[xthesweetest]

General Ren/[REDACTED] headcanons !!

helllooooo!!! i am falling back into that visual novel rabbit hole of mine…. so i have decided to share some general hcs for one of my fav characters! ^_^

Notes: mention of triggering topics (SA— just a mention of it), murder, graphic violence, stalking behaviour, NSFW content— minors DNI

Ren

This is canon, but he would never hurt you. You are his Angel, after all! ^ ^ They could never imagine harming you in any way. It doesn’t only apply to physical harm like inflicting wounds, but also when it comes to SA, etc. He would never do anything that you do not consent to

It is a known fact that they change their personality and appearance to match what you like— he would alter his posture or hairstyles subconsciously whenever you’re around, slipping into traits that you’ve complimented before. Occassionally, they would initiate these transformations mid-conversation— like changing the channel to one you mentioned loving, just to see his Angel smile

Back to my first point— the injuries that he has on his hands— the tiny scars, make them hypersensitive about hurting you. They wear long sleeves not just for the cute aesthetic of being like Haruko, but because he believes his scars might distress you

When you touch their hand for comfort, he flinches… but stays still. Later, they use their other hand to gently cover yours, gripping it with immense gentleness, savoring each and every second of the interaction

Despite that, he likes loves impulsive affection— especially if it’s initiated by you! Random cuddles are always welcome— although their initial fluster, they always pull you closer, quietly surrendering to the warmth of your presence. “…” Steam rised from Ren’s head the moment you pulled him in for a cuddle, but their hands immediately shot out to pull you closer, as if they acted on impulse by themselves. He adores being this close to his Angel…

He masks his reality— pretending to be contrivedly “normal” to you, wanting to seem like the perfect, ideal partner for you. They avoid mentioning much about themselves until deeper trust builds up. He tends to make jokes about that secret life of his— small, tiny, unnoticable hints, but as you spend more time with them, taking notice to some of their little slip ups, then it’s not long until his dearest Angel starts to worry. “Ren?” Angel asked, concern lacing their voice. All they received in return was silence— nothing but the sound of leaves falling in mid-autumn. “Ren…” they called again, finally drawing a response from their pink-and-blue-haired partner. “Mhm, Angel?” he hummed, the distant look in his eyes— one that practically said I’m not present in this world— softening into something closer to love and devotion as he met Angel’s gaze. “You don’t have to pretend with me,” they urged. All they wanted was for the man in front of them to feel comfortable and honest. Ren stood in silence, humming quietly as they absorbed their words. “Haahh…~ No need to worry, Angel,” they assured softly. “But… perhaps… someday, I’ll tell you the whole truth.”

[REDACTED]

If you say something sweet, he stares for just one second too long— trying to remember if blushing is appropriate now. They aren’t very sure how to properly act in a relationship, especially after dropping (or at least trying to) the entire Ren persona. They are trying so hard to be the ideal partner, spending months up to years perfecting their persona to match your preferences, making sure not to slip up too much, in fear of you disliking his real self. That is until his real self does slip out. “Ren… it’s okay. I want to love you for you. Please, don’t hide yourself away..” Angel comforted, their hands on either side of [REDACTED]’s cheeks, thumbs drawing small, gentle stars on top of his soft skin. “An-Angel…” [REDACTED] stuttered, their hands feeling clammy as Angel’s touch got them feeling so many different things all at once. “It’s just— I don’t know..” He wasn’t even sure where to begin. “You don’t have to know right away,” they reassured. “Just.. try…. for me.” How could he say no to their beloved Angel? He’d do anything and everything for them. They’re just hoping that their dear Angel will stay, even after seeing the ugly truth

He doesn’t just love you— he studies you. Watches your body language, remembers your habits, monitors what makes your eyes light up and what makes your shoulders tense. He knows it all. Noticing when your mood shifts before you can even begin to register it. That little plushie you took one glance at in a shop you were passing by? Already bought and secured in a gift bag

If someone as much as accidentally brushes your hand, they have to physically stop themselves from reacting

Gentle with you, but brutal with everyone else. He holds your hand like it’s made of spun glass. Making you breakfast in bed, kiss your forehead, and whisper soft affirmations. But if anyone harms you— emotionally or physically? There will be no warning. No dramatic threats. Just silence. Then consequences. You’ll never have to know what he does to keep you safe. That’s his burden, not yours (don’t mind the decapitated head with other limbs thrown away in a bag in the trash! ^ ^)

They like to pretend you’re a married couple already. Not just in the ‘heehe cute domestic fluff’ way— in the genuinely delusional way. They know your laundry detergent brand, your shoe size, your dental appointment schedule. His wallpaper? You— sleeping. Sometimes he puts his toothbrush next to yours even if he hasn’t slept over. Just to see it. “We’re already together forever. You just don’t realise it yet, Angel~”

6 inches soft, 8 inches hard. They trim their pubes a little, but like to leave a happy trail behind (a happy trail leaves to a happy meal)

His tip is pink, and their cum tastes a little bitter— and so does his pre-cum (canon)

He loves to get down on you. Hell, they might even cum from the mere thought of eating you out/sucking you off. I’d put my hand into fire to bet on the fact that they would cum just from eating you out/sucking you off

He has no real experience outside of jerking off to porn/using toys. And even if they did, nothing could ever compare to the heavenly feeling of your skin alone

They are a horndog— but they’re super sensitive and embarrassed. He gets all shy and cums real quickly when he finally gets a taste of you— his sweet Angel. They’re all flustered, unable to let out a single coherent thing

His tip is super sensitive to the touch. He gets all whiney and worked up just from you lightly tapping on his pre-cum covered tip

Likes loves to look at you while going at it. There’s just something about the lewd expressions that you make, knowing that they’re the reason for them

They speak in soft tones and rarely raise their voice— but everything he says has weight. He is terrifying not because he’s loud, but because they don’t need to be loud. “You don’t ever have to worry again,” he said, brushing hair from Angel’s face. They weren’t sure if it was comforting… or a threat. They don’t make promises he can’t keep… Even if it means having blood on his hands

They keep everything you touch. A crumpled napkin you used? In a box under their bed. Your handwriting on a sticky note? Laminated. A strand of hair from your hoodie? Pressed into a journal like a flower. It’s not a shrine. Not yet. But he’s thinking about it.

To the outside world, they are unhinged.

To you? He’s home.

[viximyu]

express urself dont repress urself つ♡⊂

[purplesharks]

thinking about jealous ren who can’t help but fuck you stupid as soon as you get back from your hangout with your best friend leon. hips pistoning into you, fucking you into the mattress with his cock. you can’t even remember how many times he’s come inside of you, not as his sweaty chest presses to yours, as he breathily wines in your ear. his thrusts are so angry, a stark contrast to his usual delicate behavior. you can’t help but melt into it, though. it just feels too good. he should get jealous more often (he does)

[hxney-lemcn]

Ren/[REDACTED] After Breaking Out of Their Game Headcannons

cw: yandere themes, online stalking, typical Ren/[REDACTED] things

notes: more fleshed out thoughts on the premise of this fic and what Ren/[REDACTED] would do after breaking free from 14 Days With You.

wc: 0.6k

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❥ When Ren breaks out of his game, he immediately sets his sights on you. Not searching to meet you though. No, even though you played his game, and even though he’d like to think he has a grasp on your personality due to your choices, he knows he has to play it safe. You know far more about him than the MC did, so once again he finds himself at square one. Research.

❥ Ren’s first choice is to find you online. You’re quite…predictable. You changed the username in the game to your normal usernames, so finding your accounts was quite easy. If you have instagram he scrolls through all your photos. If you don’t post yourself/face, then they use it as a way to find out what your vibe is more, more about your likes and dislikes. If you have facebook, he uses that to learn more about your personal life. Family, friends, location, y’know…the important things. 

❥ Now, I’d like to think his favorite social media of yours is tumblr. If you reblog fics he uses it to find out more about the characters you like, how they act, look, etc. If you only reblog fanart, then they do a deep dive into every character he can find. If you only have your likes showing, or following, then he deep dives down those routes. If you have a clear type of character, then his job is easier. If you don’t have a clear type, he makes a spread sheet. Yes. An excel spread sheet. They log all the characters you like, their personality types, and just how many posts of theirs you liked to determine what your type is most.

❥ They’ve learned better from last time. They don’t just cosplay your favorite character. No, he’s put more thought into it this time. This is the real deal after all, no second chances. Once he finds out what your favorite character is (or type), he changes accordingly. This guy studies your type, their behavior, exactly the person you’d seem to like. 

❥ He will be perfect for you.

❥ Meeting you is also different. Y’know how tumblr is their favorite social media of yours? Not only is it because you make it so easy to find your likes and dislikes, but because hello? Anonymous asks. Duh. Oh it’s his favorite way to interact with you before he’s ready. Asking anything and everything he can think of without being too creepy. What’s your favorite character and why being an obvious one, but then more personal questions like what your favorite music genre was, your hobbies, and so much more. 

❥ This leads to them finding your discord. How did he find you? Haha, moving on. This meet feels a lot more natural than just inviting a stranger into your home on day one (no shade to the game cus they have routes that are much more realistic). This is a way for them to practice talking to you in a sense. If you didn’t seem too receptive to his uwu, cutie talk, then he’d try something more natural. He’d try out lines that characters you like seemed to say (or would say).

❥ When you meet depends on you. If you’re more nervous, shy, or skittish, he will wait months if he has to (and it helps him gather more items to fit into the persona he thinks you’d like). If you’re more confident, or open to meeting them, they will jump at the opportunity to meet you. They’ll say something sly like “omg I live there too” or “oh wow, I literally just moved there not too long ago”. Something disarming, but clearly an invite to “maybe we should meet in person? But only if you’re comfortable with that”. 

❥ Everything they worked so hard for is coming together so perfectly. They can’t wait to finally talk to you face to face.

[rhinedott1r]

“bro's the type to...” ft. fluff and yandere visual novels

bro's the type to switch shoes with you every time you get tired from wearing them. you're sore from walking all day with heels? well, not anymore! he decides that he wears your heels and in turn, you wear his shoes. not even a sight of toxic masculinity in this man because he rocks whatever heels you're wearing for the day. be it kitten heels or red bottoms. he parades the fact that he can and will wear them without feeling any fragile masculinity and be a loving partner to you at the same time. two birds in one stone. in fact, if you want to, he can even carry you home while wearing it.

- Criminally Yours Nikolaos, Your Boyfriend Peter

bro's the type to give you the better portion of everything while he's barely having anything. comfier pillows? warmer blankets? bigger space of the bed? larger portion of food? yeah, he's giving it to you all. nevermind that you're hogging all the pillows in your sleep as long as he sees you safe and sound while he stays up late, his eyebags darker than night and his fingers softly brushing over your strands of hair. for him, he's content if you're happy and safe.

- Binary Star Hero Ray

bro's the type to gift you with trinkets and accessories. hairties, clips, pins, jewelries, bracelets. just don't be confused if they go missing later, yeah? he pretends he has nothing to do with your missing belongings and you can't blame him because he just want to keep something that reminds him of you. The hairtie you use whenever it gets hot? Yeah, he's suddenly using it. He's exhilarated because, god, he's touching something that you've also touched.

- The Kid At The Back Solivan 'Sol' Brugmansia

bro's the type to let you win in any games you like and pretend he didn't orchestrated you to win. he'd do anything just to see you smiling, gushing over how you defeated him on a 1v1 in a game you were yapping about lately as if he didn't let go of his controls for a second so you can take advantage and overpower him. he'd act like he's a challenge to defeat in the beginning but he would easily fold once you flash him a grin, telling him how you're going to beat his ass and have the loser do whatever the winner wants. After all, having you is already a win.

- 14 Days With You Ren

bro's the type to blow you a kiss in public because he can't be seen talking in public and the circus prohibits him from doing so. not to mention, ticket taker already warned him of it. so what's the best way of expressing his love and adoration for you whenever he can't tell it to you directly? through gestures! whenever you leave for work or the café has too many customers and you can't talk to him, he could just blow you a kiss through the glass windows of the café. although he couldn't calm down the fast beating of his heart whenever you return the affectionate gesture. the same gesture had him daydreaming and imagining what will happen later once you finally get off from work and him from working in the circus.

- The Freak Circus Pierrot

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