#MC-14

[harmeu]

Does This Look Good On Me?

    (Making Your Final Fantasy Partner Look At Your New Outfit)

(GN!Reader)

TW: Suggestive

Cloud Strife:

“Cloud Cloud!” You repeat enthusiastically, throwing your hands up and down trying to get your boyfriend's attention.

“Yes? What's so important that you're this excited?” He says tilting his head confused.

“I got a new outfit I want you to see me in!” You smile clapping your hands together.

“Sure. Go change.” He motions with his hands. You nod and then he grabs your shoulder. “You're not gonna change infront of me?” He gives a slight pouty look which you fluster and slap his hand away.

“You're not that lucky today.” You head to the bathroom to change into your new outfit. You come out in the beautiful garb and Cloud’s pupils dilate for a split second as a small blush lathered his face.

“You look pretty.” He averts his eyes trying not to show his blush to you.

“Thank you! I love this outfit so much~!” You twirl a bit. 

“You look better in my arms though.”

Sephiroth:

“Sephiroth!” You pop out from behind trying to get your boyfriend's attention.

“What is it this time?” He says looking at some paperwork clearly agitated from the amount.

“I got a new outfit and I want you to see me in it!” You say excitedly.

“As you can tell I’m busy.” Sephiroth flaps his hand away.

“Please Sephiroth?” You say pleadingly with puppy eyes. He sighs as his mouth parts.

“Fine. Make it quick.” He rubs his temples while you nod and rush to the bathroom quickly coming out in the outfit.

“What do you think?” You smile cheekily as you see Sephiroth flinch at the sudden change. His ears go a light pink which he covered with his long hair so you couldn’t see.

“It’s alright but. You’d look better without it on.”

Tifa Lockhart:

“Tifa!” You say hugging her from behind excitedly.

“Oh! Yes darling?” She says with a sweet smile surprised by your sudden enthusiasm.

“I want you to see me in a new outfit I recently bought!” 

“Oh? I’d love to! Though you look good in anything really.” She smirks while playing with a strand of your hair.

“You're one to talk.” You say back making her blush while heading to the bathroom to change. You come back and give her a full view. “Well what do you think?” You smile excited for her response.

“Woah.” She says softly eyes widened blushing. “You're so beautiful.” You blush at that statement and rapidly shake your hands in denial.

“Tifa!” You say flustered. She smirks and opens her mouth.

“I just wanna kiss you all over.”

[melow232]

14dwy AU

[akiacia]

the sun shines after every storm (like clockwork, hope, and maybe fate too)

[devildomwriter]

“You’d make an outstanding demon king, Diavolo.”

“Thank you…! Hmm, this is strange. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably assume that you didn’t know what you were talking about. After all, you’re a human, not a demon. But for some reason, I feel like I can trust you when you say that.”

— MC and Diavolo (Nightbringer Chapter 14-2)

[msriri030]

Mafia!Ren/ [Redacted] x Reader

TW: mention and brief scene Abuse, slight mention of murder.

The night air was cold and heavy, each step you took down the dimly lit street weighed down by the lingering dread of what awaited you at home. You kept your head down, hands buried in your pockets, hoping, praying that tonight might be different—that your dad would be passed out, or maybe out drinking somewhere, anything to keep him away from you for just a few hours. But deep down, you knew he was there. He was always there, waiting for the next excuse to unleash his anger, fueled by the alcohol that twisted his thoughts into rage.

He would shout, throwing out slurs and curses, blaming your mother for leaving him, accusing her of destroying the family. You understood why she left—he was a monster to her. But what you couldn’t understand, what tore at your heart every time you thought about it, was why she left you behind. Why had she left you to fend for yourself with him?

These questions haunted you, but tonight, you pushed them away. Survival was all that mattered. You just needed to keep going, one more shift, one more day, until you had enough money to get out. You were so close. Just a little longer.

You quickened your pace as you neared home, bracing yourself for whatever was behind that door. The sounds of traffic and the city faded into the background as you got lost in your thoughts, barely noticing that you were walking straight into oncoming traffic until strong hands grabbed your arm, pulling you back with surprising force.

"Watch out, miss," a deep voice said with a small smile. "I don’t like seeing a pretty angel walking into traffic."

You blinked, stunned, and glanced up to find a large man standing beside you, concern etched on his face. “Giant… I—I’m sorry, how rude of me. Thank you for saving me, Mr...?”

"Mr. Ren," he replied with a grin, his voice calm and assured. "Just Ren is fine. And you are?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to trust him, but there was something in his steady gaze that put you at ease. “(First name)… (Last name).”

Ren raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait, (Last name)? Is... is (your father’s name) your husband?"

Your face flushed with a mix of surprise and frustration. “NO! He’s my father.” You quickly added, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” You paused for a second before offering hesitantly, “Why don’t I treat you to something? As a thank you, you know, for saving me?”

He chuckled softly, nodding. "A coffee sounds perfect. Just to keep you safe a little longer."

You nodded, a small, grateful smile tugging at your lips. There was something in his presence—calming, strong—that made the coldness of the night feel less oppressive. Together, you walked to a nearby diner, its neon lights casting a soft, inviting glow in the darkness.

Once inside, you settled across from Ren. The warm atmosphere of the diner contrasted sharply with the cold night outside, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe. Ren ordered two coffees, and as the two of you sat there, you couldn’t help but take in more of his appearance: the black hair tipped with pink, the piercings that glinted under the soft light, the tattoos that peeked out from under his sleeves and shirt collar. But it was his hands that caught your attention—scarred and calloused, like someone who had fought their own battles. The kind of hands that felt familiar in a way you couldn’t quite place.

"Something on your mind, angel?" Ren’s voice broke the silence. His eyes were kind, but there was an edge to them, as if he knew there was something more behind your guarded expression. “What made you so lost in thought that you didn’t see the cars?”

You hesitated, tracing the rim of your coffee cup with your finger, unsure of how much to say. "Just… life, I guess," you replied softly. "It’s been a little heavy."

Ren nodded, his gaze softening, understanding without needing more words. "Life can be a lot sometimes," he said quietly. "But it doesn’t stay dark forever. Even the longest nights end."

Your heart tightened at his words, an unexpected wave of warmth washing over you. “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling a flicker of hope in your chest.

You spent the next hour in easy conversation, the kind that allowed you to forget about the weight of the world for a while. When you finally checked the time, you realized it was late, and the reality of your situation rushed back.

Ren seemed to notice the shift in your demeanor. “Do you need someone to walk you home?” he asked, his voice gentle but insistent.

You hesitated, looking down the street toward the house that still felt like a prison. The thought of facing your father alone, of being caught in that cycle again, made your stomach twist with dread. “If you don’t mind…”

He smiled and stood, offering his hand. “Not at all, angel.”

You blushed, taking his hand.

The walk to your house was quiet, but for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel suffocating. Ren’s presence beside you, strong and steady, made the night feel less dark, less frightening. When you reached the door, your heart sank as you heard your father’s drunken voice spilling out from inside. The slurred words, the anger, the madness—it was all too familiar.

You turned to Ren, forcing a weak smile onto your face. “Thank you, Ren. I—I hope—”

Before you could finish, the door slammed open with a violent crash. Your father stood in the doorway, his wild eyes landing on you before narrowing in fury. He shoved you hard, sending you falling backward. Your back hit the floor with a painful thud, the wind knocked out of you. 

“YOU USELESS BRAT!” he shouted, his voice full of venom and alcohol.

You gasped, struggling to breathe as his boot slammed down on your chest, pressing all the air out of your lungs. Desperately, You clawed at his leg. You tried to push his foot off, but his weight was crushing.

“You think you can just come and go as you please?” he sneered, each word a dagger. “You’re just like your mother—always running off. Always a disappointment!”

You bit back the tears threatening to spill, your hands trembling as you still were trying to pry his foot off. The words cut deeper than his blows ever could, but you refused to cry in front of him. You wouldn’t give this man that satisfaction of breaking you.

Then, like a storm crashing through the door, Ren’s voice rang out, cold and deadly. “(Last name). Get. OFF. Her.”

You barely had time to process the change in the air before Ren was there, his massive frame a shadow over your father. He stood like a wall, his presence intimidating, overwhelming, as if the very air around him shifted with authority.

Your father, drunk and staggering, turned to face Ren, but the fear in his eyes was unmistakable. “Who the hell are you?” he slurred, his bravado fading quickly. “This isn’t your business…”

Ren didn’t let him finish. Without a word, he grabbed your father by the shirt and effortlessly lifted him off the ground, holding him with one hand. Your father’s eyes widened in terror, the drunken fog clearing just enough to see who was standing in front of him. “Mr. [Redacted]!” Your father whimpered, his voice shaking. “Please! I didn’t mean any disrespect! I’ll pay back the money, I swear!”

Ren tossed him aside like he was nothing more than a nuisance, his cold eyes never leaving your father. “You disrespected me when you laid a hand on my angel,” Ren hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “If I ever see you even breathing the same air as my angel, I am afraid you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

Your father crumbled, falling to the ground as Ren released him with a final shove. He fell back against the wall, eyes wide, too terrified to move.

Ren turned to you then, his expression softening as he crouched down to meet your gaze. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, your chest aching from both the pain and the overwhelming sense of relief. “I… I think so.”

He reached out, offering his hand to help you up. “You’re not staying here,” Ren said firmly, glancing back at your father, who was still crumpled in a heap against the wall. “Let’s go.”

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, your heart racing as you grabbed your bag and followed Ren out the door. As you stepped into the cool night air with him by your side, you realized that for the first time in a long while, you weren’t just surviving. You were escaping. And maybe, just maybe, you were finally free….Or entering a new cage. 

[myfavoritesstuff]

Through the Illustrated Veil

Pairing: Ren x Isekai!Reader x Solivan Brugmansia

Summary: You awaken to discover that you’ve been seamlessly transported into a realm where visual novels are real life.

Note: If people like this idea, I will turn this into a series. This will have yandere tendencies later on! This is a crossover between 14 Days with You (14dwy), The Kid at the Back (tkatb), and The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (tcoaal). I might add on other visual novels if people request more or if i like the story is going and want to add more. The reader is kind of clueless, but just for this first part. The artwork isn’t mine!

Prologue

Slowly, you opened your eyes, and the world came into focus. It was as if you had stepped into the frame of a beautifully illustrated book. The colors were vivid, the edges sharp, yet everything pulsed with a gentle breath of life. You immediately sat up with a gasp, your heart a beat behind the realization that dawned upon you– this was no longer your room, your world.

“Hello?” Your voice came out as a whisper, yet it seemed to carry across the room. The door to the room opened, and there two figures emerged. It was two people you instantly recognized–

Andrew and Ashley Graves from The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. Once known in the realm of visual novels, now stood before her in the flesh.

“I see that you're awake now Y/n” Andrew said calmly. Ashley turned to her brother with an annoyed look on her face.

“Yes, we can both see that Andy. Thanks for stating the obvious.” Andrew turned towards her and the two started bickering. Meanwhile, you were still trying to comprehend what was occurring right before your eyes.

“Umm…” as you began to speak, unsure of your next words, the two turned towards you. “So, where are we?”

The two gave each other a confused look and responded simultaneously, “In our home”.

“Home?” That didn’t sound right, the last thing you remember was Andrew and Ashley killing their parents and taking their home. And from the looks of it, this didn’t seem like it was their parent’s house. “Okay…” you responded, yet still unsure.

“We’ll leave you alone for now, but remember you have school in a bit and work a little later on. See you later sis.” The two left, leaving you stunned. School? Work? You don't remember anything about this visual novel having school or work. And what was this about being their sister? You decide to get out of the bed that you were on, and make your way to the door. Once leaving you instantly recognized where you were. This is the apartment from 14 Days with You.

You made your way to what appeared to be the front door of the apartment and left, too lost in your thinking to say goodbye to your “siblings”.

You made your way down to the bottom floor, and went outside to get some fresh air and think things over. You found a bench and sat down.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley and 14 Days With You are two of three of my favorite visual novels. The only one that's missing is… oh. You know now. Going to school, it all makes sense now. The last one was The Kid at the Back.

Am I already friends with Sol and Ren or do I have to become friends with them? Sighing you decide to get up and start walking.

Wait, I don't even know where the school or my work is! You thought. But it didn’t seem to matter, since your legs seemed to walk on your own.

[arklayraven]

People who draw the MC with canon character(s) as a blank character with no hair, specific details, designs, etc. So anyone can imagine their character or self in. Than with hair and all to be a obvious oc of theirs or their clear self insert.

Thank you, you are a blessing to us all. ❤️🫂

[despairots]

DILUTE ME!

this is meant for older audiences, but if you are under the age of 18, i can not stop you from reading this.

story contains: light suggestive themes, yandere themes, ren/[REDACTED] should be a warning itself, mentions of murdering, etc. reader is a bit timid and shy when with [REDACTED] in this but they’re usually sultry and sweet.

context: yandere! reader gets over their sick and twisted ways of showing their love but finds it hard to keep it in once getting with their partner. gn! reader

you didn’t know what lend to this. you swore you got over the tendencies, the habit, the absolute anger you’d feel once you see another person that’s not you making a move on what’s supposed to be yours. why did he let this happen? why was this girl flirting with him infront of you?

your lips pulled itself into a tight line, your face pulling a look of absolute disgust, keeping the thought of bashing her head into the brick wall at bay, but how long could you keep it in until you just gave in and did every horrible thing possible to her?

god, how much longer will she try? actually, why hasn’t ren said anything yet? your eyes shifted from her figure to his, catching every detail of their face snd engraving it into memory. it didn’t matter how many times you do it, they look better every time you do.

your mouth went to open before it shut when she let out an obnoxious laugh. your eyebrow twitched, clutching onto your boyfriends hand even tighter, biting your tongue back. please, please, please, you thought you were better than this. unfortunately, you’ve went back to your default settings.

“leave them alone, you tramp.” you muttered under your breath, letting her only hear it (not knowing he picked it up aswell) before you scoffed at her and pulled ren away. mind was racing with different ways to dispose of her, as ren could only stare at you with puppy eyes.

back to your shared room, you stripped yourself out of your clothes, digging through his clothes and putting them on. any sort of reminder of them as you kept going back to the girl who kept flirting with them. who the hell did she think she was?

ren saw the way you glared at her, saw the way you bit your tongue back to snap at her when she got a little close, they loved it. now, watching you mentally mutter insults to yourself about that unknown whilst in their clothing, all he could think about was you.

how your scent would linger in their clothing, how you were so willingly to strip in front of him and wear their clothing. you looked so small in it, compared to him. ren watched you turn your back away from them, a slight twinge pulled at his chest. were you mind at him?

“are you mad at me, angel?” one of their hands lifted his oversized shirt on, trailing their fingers up and down your back, feeling your smooth skins and the way you shivered from his touch. “i—i’m not mad at you.” the way you ended your sentence with venom made him smile a bit.

ren trailed their fingers over to your stomach until wrapping his arm around it and pulling you back to his chest, hearing you yelp at the sudden pull. from this position, ren could see the growing blush from your cheeks as you tried hiding it in your arm and pillow.

“did… did you think she was cute?” their real name slipped from your tongue, and he couldn’t help but pull a face of disgust when you asked. she couldn’t compete to you in any other way. ren kept a note in disposing her later once you fell asleep, they didn’t want you to think he was attracted to her.

ren placed small kisses onto the back of your neck, hearing you breathe softly each time he made in contact with your skin, “you’re all i want.” their voice was muffled against the crook of your neck, as you flipped around and placed a gentle hand on his cheeks, a soft smile on your face.

“go to sleep, okay? i promise to give you treat later. remember? poorly behaved dogs get not treat.” fuck, that was hot. once you say that, there was no turning back, the both of you would last hours. ren’s eyes widened until their lips pulled into a light smirk, his hand going to the back of your head and pulling you into a deep kiss.

your hand slid down to his chest, finding itself slipping underneath their clothing and resting it there. a light moan escaped your mouth when ren took control, his tongue slipped into your mouth, marking every inch of it until they pulled away, a string of saliva a reminder.

ren went back to placing kisses on your neck, sometimes nipping at it if he felt a like a tease, grinning whenever you would release a small whine. your hands played with his hair, waiting until he fell asleep to execute your plan. a devious smile pulled onto your lips, hearing the breathes of the one you love.

you pulled away lightly, making sure you didn’t wake them up as you placed a pillow to be a substitute for you until you came back. this will be the only time you’ll resort back to your old ways, dressing in all back, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and a box cutter. as much as you wanted to do worse, this will have to do.

finding her wasn’t hard to do, she was walking around clearly under the influence, and you couldn’t help but snort at how stupid of a bimbo she was. you dragged her back to a secluded spot, keeping a hand over her mouth as you tossed her to the ground and went to stab the box cutter deep into the side of her neck.

you stayed in that position, maybe pushing it into her neck deeper for safety measures (when really you just wanted to get in more stabs). you pushed her to the side, putting the box cutter into your pocket and pulling the black mouth mask down, a judging look on your face.

disposing her body was easy, killing her was easy too— everything was easy actually. you didn’t need to do anything extreme to get rid of her. you quietly sneak back inside your home, stretching your limbs and taking the gloves off. you opted to throw the box cutter away but decided to keep it as a reminder that you had killed somebody again.

a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to something as a half scream half yelp was muffled when a hand came to your mouth. you thrusted around… until a familiar voice whispered into your ear, “now where were you, angel? did’ya really leave me to solve my own problem?” you knew what he meant by problem but that didn’t bother you when you remembered you were covered in blood.

“ren— let me go—“ their hold against you tightened, they took a piece of your ear into his mouth and nibbled on it, “so, how’d you kill her? stab her? strangled her? come on— you could’ve left her to me!” the way he said it sent a chilling shiver down your spine; what the hell did they mean?

he turned you around, wiping off some excess blood on your cheek with a lovesick smile. god, you looked so good like this. “what are you talking about?” you whispered, ren’s lips inches away from yours as their eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

“y’know what i’m talking about.”

your eyebrows were pulled into a frown, why isn’t he finding this weird? “you’re not disgusted by me?” ren let out a sigh, his next words being muffled by your lips, “i can never be disgusted by you.” you pulled away slightly, lips parted and pupils blown out, eyes flickering from their lips to their eyes nervously.

“but i killed someone…”

“and i enjoyed every minute of it.” the way ren said it made butterflies flutter in your chest, but yet you still felt disgusted by yourself. you promised you wouldn’t resort back to your old ways, yet you couldn’t help yourself. the way she decided to flirt with him in front of you, made you want to feel the same feeling you’d get whenever someone decided to get too cozy with something that was yours.

ren noticed the lack of words, bringing you into a comforting kiss, feeling you relax in their hold as you slowly kissed back. knowing the extremes you’d take for him, he couldn’t help but feel flattered that you’ll do that for him.

“come on, how ‘bout that treat i’m supposed to be getting?” ren shoved the black sweater off you, lips still interlocked as they placed their phone on the kitchen counter,

… as photos of you stalking and killing the women appeared on his phone.

[rui-drawsbox]

Old olba doodles and my 14dwy mc (probs gonna change the color palette)

[angelicchie]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ my 14dwy mc, chie (that's her temporary name) she been sitting in darkness and now I have finally draw her

she was named candy before but i renamed her chie but that's actually a temporary name, I changed few things to her. her hair for example.

this is her old description with few changes

a tired 23 years old drop-out college student, who's work full time at library. she loves writing and art, gothic lolita and jirai kei attack on giants. chie is a timid, and quite person but she can be impulsive sometimes she has trauma of emotional abuse that left by only elder relative on her, causing her having self esteem issues. felt unloved and felt like doesn't appreciated much, she craves for love and validation.

[krisantium]

shikamaru having schizophrenic monologues with himself over and over because his mind tries to resist the omnipotence while his bestfriend, the only one that he can trust helping him with this mission "leaves" him

gaara has been defeated

shinki has been defeated (and most fans think that he is the next shinju)

kankuro sounds like he is about to get cooked too

shikadai, having encountered jura in only a brief battle, made some impressions. the "i shall remember your name, let's meet again someday" as the parting words doesn't sound okay at all.

Boruto TBV is not looking good so far for my shikatema family.

[melow232]

Ren on a Leash (14dwy)

[shesalewa]

All Yandere fandom game I enter all have Female main characters.

Tkatb? Female.

Mushroom oasis? Female.

14 days with you? Female.

Every single one is female

Klein1.0 is also female.

And I'm here with my gay boys.

For clarification, I mean every fanart drawing I saw they drew their mc as a Female, whoops.

[lemonmelonboy]

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.

[boxdstars]

i love that amara’s first line of dialogue in the fic (yes i’m finally writing it) is her insinuating the mc fucking died

it’s great foreshadowing for the mc repeatably escaping near death throughout their fifth year, truly

[mrsleonkennedy]

🌸 MC be normal challenge: Part 2🌸

Taglist: Ezra @restartheartvn • Fone @ringringringbananafone • Henry @homecomingvn • Eddie and Diva @xoxoalette @ Z @favorvn • Dorian @artwithoutblood • Ren @14dayswithyou • Krow @thekrows-nest