Three things that calm me down right now:
1) My friend called Ren creepy and that’s exactly the effect I was after
2) I can see the progress
[I started both sketches on May 20, but finished one of them in 40 minutes (still too slowly ⚰️) and the other one only today(21 hours of work lol 🥲)]
3) I love Ren in any art style in any art 🤲🤲💖
I’m too afraid to tag visual novel authors (._.)
Should I??
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Renren fanart!! ^^
Anywaaaay- it's my first time drawing a man so it's not perfect-
Sorry if it's not good enough! I tried my best haha-
Ren comes from @14dayswithyou and belongs to sai !!!
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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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