I'm annoyed there's spam posts has nothing to do with Rempy, so here's finally a Rempy fanart has to do with the tag that is related, and yes, Ren loves too much his eediotic (but beautiful and happy) wifey Stimpy ❤💙
I'm proud this become one of my well-drawn Rempy drawings of this year
“I missed you too, baby girl” I say leaning in, placing a kiss on your lips. I pull back for a second to take in the cute blush on your cheeks and I melt at the sight of you — so perfect and all mine.
I notice the anatomy sketches on your lap and chuckle at one that looks oddly familiar. So, that’s what my back looks like — I think to myself, making a mental note to hit those areas a little harder the next time I’m at the gym.
“What are you up to over here, darling,” I ask in a playful tone, taking in the sight of your open sketchbook.
I’m no stranger to your art skills and how excited you get to draw me. I’ve often posed as reference for your commission work and will always do so in a heartbeat.
“Do you want me to pose for you instead,” I ask you half jokingly, but I hope you can see the meaning behind those words. “Would that be better, baby?”
- Bokuto 🏐
"Hmm?" I hum teasingly, "My pretty boy wants me to admire him, is that it?" I take the time to rake my fingers through your hair, messing it up slightly but intentionally. "I think that can be arranged but..."
My hands trail down from your head to your shoulders, down the expanse of the muscles along your belly to run along your waistband. I dip one finger beneath it, pulling the fabric taught before letting it softly pop back into place, "you'll have to take these off..."
I can't get enough of the way your eyes smolder as you look at me, the hunger that lies there as you glance down to my chest. It's my fault for wearing such a low-cut top, but with assets as big as mine, anything that covers feels constricting. It's complimented by a short, flared skirt which is currently riding up my thighs almost too high.
When I got home, I struggled to insert the key into the lock of our front door. My muscles are so tired and sore from today’s practice that they feel like noodles. The only thing on my mind is having my sweet girl laying in my arms while she rubs my back and I kiss her pretty face until we fall asleep.
I finally twist the key, and the door unlocks. I’m greeted with the welcoming scent of our home and the sound of your music playing softly from the living room. I kick my shoes off at the entrance and walk further into the house.
There you are, sitting comfortably on the couch, with your sketchbook in your lap. I don’t think you heard me come in so I just lean against the frame at the entrance of the room — admiring you.
Some time passes and I can’t take it anymore. I clear my throat before speaking, startling you out of concentration. The surprise on your face brings a blush to mine as I’m reminded just how perfect you are.
“Hey hey, gorgeous,” I say cheerily, bounding towards you with a wide, close eyed smile. I lean over you with a hand on the back of the couch, the other caressing your cheek. “I missed you today!”
- Bokuto 🏐
I'm completely focused on the studies I'm doing; honing my technique on drawing anatomy, specifically muscular anatomy. I have references pulled up on my phone that I occasionally glance to, and my pencil scratches over the paper with practiced precision.
It's you, of course. Who better to draw inspiration from than the man I'm in love with? Your stature and physique are the perfect muse for what I'm working on, and I'm using a combination of photos I've taken as well as screenshots and press photos. I've scoured for every piece of Kotaro I can, and I'm putting my stash to good use.
Currently, I'm referencing a candid I took of you while you were sleeping; your head resting peacefully on your arms while you lay on your belly, broad shoulders at the focus, followed by lean back muscles. I chew on my lower lip as I work, sometimes just seeing these photos makes me weak, but drawing them? Well, that's a whole other thing. I have to pay close attention to every little detail about you, every ridge and curve, every minute thing. I've gained intimate knowledge about your body this way, as if I hadn't already had it.
When you clear your throat I can't help but jolt and yelp in surprise. My head whips around so I can look at who this intruder is just as you speak. My expression softens when I realize it's you. "Bo! You scared me!" I chastise playfully with a giggle and a smile.
And then you're leaning over me, and heat floods my face at your proximity. You smell slightly like soap, from your after-practice shower I assume, though your hair is styled as usual. You're so handsome, I almost can't believe it as my eyes trace over the features of your face.
"I think I missed you more," I say softly, leaning into your sweet touch. Carefully I put my supplies to the side and move to wrap my arms around your neck gently, meeting your golden eyes with my own. I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have you with me, my heart still pounds when I see you, when you get close to me, when you look at me with such an adoring gaze. "How was your day, handsome?"