#redacted 14dwy

꩜ – 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.”

Needy pervy boys who

get hard ons from any insult you throw at them , even if it’s sarcastic.

jerk themselves off while they think about all the ways you could be mean to them and use them.

fantasize about you using them as your personal dildo without any regard for their pleasure and however much energy they have left.

wish you’d spit on them and spit in their mouth and call them mean names :(

want you to bend them over and use your strap/dick on them like they’re a flesh light.

want you to tie them up with a vibrator, a cock ring, a chastity cage, nipple clamps and a gag while they squirm and beg for hours on end for some type of attention from you

have dreamed about you fucking them in a public space where there’s a high risk of you both being caught if he doesn’t shut up with his borderline whiny and girlish moans.

hump your leg desperately and pathetically looking for some type of relief

want you to fuck them absolutely stupid until they’re a blabbering mess.

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

Husband - Ren/Redacted 14dwy x gn!afab!reader drabble

18+ content at the end - minors dni.

Ren doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing you call him your husband. Every time the word spills from your lips so sickly sweet, it sends shivers down his spine.

He never thought he’d be able to marry his sweet angel, and calling him your husband just solidifies their reality. It’s like you’re acknowledging him as yours, igniting unchecked possessive desire inside them like a wildfire. You’re his spouse, and he’s yours in turn, no one can get between you now and they’ll make sure of it.

They return the favour of course, every time you call out a “husband?” He can’t help but respond with a “yes my spouse?”. It’s second nature now, finally branding you as his own with such irrefutable evidence that they just can’t help but apply that to every waking moment.

Even seeing your phone light up with “my darling husband 💘” when they’re hacking looking at it later on has his lips curling into a smile, cheeks dusted with rose.

The worst best time you could say it though?

When he’s buried between your thighs, eating you out like their life depends on it, cheeks smeared with your slick, the obscene sounds of him slurping hungrily at your drenched cunt echoing in your shared bedroom.

He’s lapping and sucking at your already overstimulated pussy with wicked precision, stimulating every spot they’ve learnt too well. They’re drowning in your pleasure, and from the look of it, he’s willing to die happily right there.

He’s midway through spelling his name on your clit, punctuated with moans that they just can’t hold in, when the sound of your blissed out cries reaches their ears. For a moment they stop, thinking he’s misheard you, but when the words “oh fuck- ren ! - my husband don’t stop!” Filter into his brain a second time, their eyes widen dramatically and he can’t mistake it.

Your legs flail and kick in their place on his shoulders when he pulls away from your heat, fingers tightening in their hair in frustration. You look down, and your eyes meet ren’s, clouded dark with lust and something.. dangerous.

Oh you’ll wish you hadn’t said that.

A/N: My ren hyper fixation is swinging back in full force… also regret not putting him on the kinktober masterlist so whoops. I feel like this isn’t great but then I’m starting to believe I just think that way when actually it’s not awful 😭