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Update oop

Hey yall sorry for being ✨inactive✨ as of late, but yall hear me out I’ve been fighting with every test known to man these past two weeks which I had to lock in for. Got me burnt out fr, fortunately yesterday was my final test so now I’m free again. I did peep some asks so that’s dropping soon. Thanks for your patience ♥️ (omfg I suck at this)

Update: going through sum heavy rn, and it got me a lil bummed family is stressed not knowing what’s going on.. so I’ll probably still be away but I’ll try to update sorry! 🌸

Love yall like Zyrix love being spoon fed. 💫✨

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🌸 The winner of the poll is, surprisingly, Cassius! Hmm ok! Send in your asks/what you want to see about him, and I'll answer and doodle some and maybe drop a mini-comic. ♡🔪🌸 (I may be a bit slow cause like school kicking my ass rn. help.)

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I’m tryna like build and develop my cast of ocs.. like I have a lot of ocs ideas in mind.. and where I wan to take my blog.. like a cow hybrid, elves, a sex repulsed incubus, and a beast (yes literally) don’t mind me shifting more into art it’s sm easier rn.

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I LOVE CASSIUS SM BUT LIKE.. He acts like he absolutely hates us 💔💔 I’m a huge softie and if I see the hint of distaste towards me I will actually cry and my soul will depart from my body. And even more if it’s someone I have a CRUSH ON 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂☹️😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂☹️😂😂😂😂😂

I will hide in a corner and possibly under the bed if he keeps being mean istg do not fall for femboys.

I do want him to sit on my face though but STOP BEING MEAN TO ME I'M A CRYBABY OKAY?? (；´д｀)ゞ

Hey!! Nooo it’s ok don’t cry!!! First he dosent hate us… it’s the opposite actually! He’s just hella petty, like back inna first part of his story darling had went on a date wit someone else so he’s still pretty in his feelings about that.. he’ll get over it… hopefully.

Ohmgee the conflicting feelings is real! Still wanting him to sit on your face even though he’s a bitch. Love that!! I should really make my ocs interact with you guys more…hmm

Take this as compensation

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I mentioned sum bout making an intro for him… this all I got lmfao.

Heat

Self-indulgent, needed a cute lil fluff in my life, the reader is implied to be black (since I am) but can be imagined as any race.

Yandere! Puppy Hybrid

Cloudy wasn’t really feeling like a good boy right now. Good boys don’t hump their owner’s dirty panties like some depraved mutt, nor do they leave sticky, shameful evidence of their need all over the bed, the floor—hell, even your bonnets weren’t safe, caught in the crossfire of his rut.

But fuck, it was getting harder every day.

His big, trembling hands gripped the fabric tight enough to tear, pressing it against his flush face. Feeling euphoric as your scent drowned his senses, suffocating and sweet. It was making his cock twitch between his legs, leaking precum down the sheets.

You didn’t know how his heat had been eating him alive, how it left him curled up on your bed whimpering and rutting into your pillow like a desperate animal. You had been gone all day, working talking to people who weren’t him, laughing with people who weren’t him.

And that wasn’t fair.

He was the only one who should have your attention, you belonged to him, your scent, and your womb belonged to him.

The thought made his hips jerk forward his cock sliding against the satin pillow, knot swollen and angry from days of neglect.

His breathing hitched, panting against your panties, pressing his long tongue into the fabric desperate for more of your taste.

Cloudy wanted to breed. You specifically. He imagined it so many times, pressing your thick thighs above your head covering your body with his huge one—in mating press, licking and biting at your soft skin as he pumped you full of his seed.

He shouldn’t be thinking this. Shouldn’t be grinding his cock into the satin sheets like a desperate whore, moaning for you like you’d ever let him have you like that. But he couldn't help it, just thinking about his thick knot stretching you open, locking him inside, burying his cum deep, deep, deep—

"Nngh— Master—!"

His fluffy tail wagged wildly against the bed, ears twitching as he let out a needy whimper. His body shuddered, legs shaking, as his cock pulsed, thick hot cum spraying over the pillow… "Shit."

Cloudy’s panting filled the empty room, tongue lolling out on the side of his mouth. His eyes flickered over his surroundings—the mess spread across the room, the ruined sheets, the sticky fabric in his grip, the unmistakable scent of cum potent in the air.

"Oh no..."

How was he supposed to clean this up before you got home?

note: lwk want to draw an introduction for him.

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It’s giving “anybody gon match my freak?” Lmao, I feel so exposed, like I never had to actually sit and think about what I’m into and now I shall go hide in the corner.

Some sacrifices sorry! Also no pressure just sum random lol!: @marsian-tango @bunnygirllover45 (feel free to ignore!)

something i found

in terms of entirely green or entirely blue i didnt get bingo </3

if u disagree with my choices send me the most 'this will fix you.' fanfic in my ask box. or argue idc

MY ADDENDUMS BC I LIKE TO OVEREXPLAIN also original under the cut

i am so neutral about most tropes its all about delivery jgkdshkdshgdk .... some of the yellow i would even say i dislike but the delivery can make me like it

a lot of the blue ones i would enjoy if there were some sort of subversion from the 'typical'/expected, or there's some layers. like if its an age gap i prefer an older woman-younger man. i like gentle dom and sub. i like necro if its angsty or yandere.

omegaverse is the bane of my existence i'm sorry. it feels like gender roles but if we made it lgbt but also if they were just kinda cishet LMFAOOO but dw i see the appeal! obviously, since theres purple. also i think sex is just funner when ppl do it just because. not because they literally have no choice due to biology

size difference overrated i'm sorry. i see the appeal though.

i made servitude orange but realistically i would enjoy it if its willing/devoted servitude. i was imagining forced servitude i guess.

original

tagging @sophiethewitch1 @hana-no-seiiki @arkhamshoneybee @couldeatthatgirlforlunch @obsessivevoidkitten @deviouz

only if u want!

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Don't be a kill joy

uncensored version tehe

(bonus)what he actually looks like

Js a lil thing I did as I'm recovering. Tumblr pls.

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U alive?

I’ve js been sick! But I’ve recently been feeling better! I’ll start posting again my bad! 🙂‍↕️ Some ppl also asked for more Zyrix and Cassius so that’s coming up as well!

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Upcoming fic: So you’ve adopted a human

Y'all hear me out about a yandere himbo alien, who has brainwashing saliva. Like he's bit dumb but he’s very sweet.

Too sweet.

The kind of sweet that has you spread open underneath him, his huge cock grinding against your soaked slit, his drool smeared all over your lips, your chin, your throat.

And he’s so happy about it.

His antennas are twitching, perking up, curling, his hips rolling into yours, his bare chest heaving as he presses his forehead against yours, panting.

“Ohhh, I love you soooo much,” he whines, rubbing his fat cock between your folds, dragging it over your clit, teasing you with the tip. “Say it back, c’mon—say you love me, little star.”

Your brain is hazy, slow, dripping with his mindfuck saliva, his scent, his touch. You can feel your pulse in your cunt, feel the heat pooling in your belly, soaking his cock as he keeps grinding against you.

“N-no—”

Zyrix pouts, his antennas drooping.

“Nooo, say it right,” he whines, shifting his hips, rubbing his cockhead against your entrance, teasing, pressing, threatening to slip in. “Say, ‘I love you, Zyrix. I want you sooo bad. I wanna be full of you, please put it in’—”

Your face burns, your body throbs, your breath stutters.

You can’t—shit, what where you thinking about again?

His big hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider, holding you down, his muscles flexing, his cock throbbing.

“C’mon, little star,” he croons, grinding against you, his lips dragging over your jaw, your cheek, your ear.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

You whimper, shuddering, your mind cloudy, dazed, your hips bucking up into his.

“Uh I—I love you, Zyrix,” you choke out, breathless, needy. “I—I want you s-so bad—p-please, please put it in—”

Zyrix gasps.

“Ohhh, fuck, that was so hot,” he whines, giggling, panting, drooling. His cock twitches, throbbing against your soaked, aching pussy.

He leans down, lips brushing yours, his voice soft, teasing, almost shy.

“… Say it again.”

Your whole body trembles.

Your face is burning.

Your pussy is clenching around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Zyrix—”

“Pleaaase,” he whines, nudging the tip inside, stretching you just enough to make you gasp.

He’s so big. And he knows it.

He can feel your pussy fluttering, clenching, sucking him in inch by inch, your body fighting to take him.

“Mmm, I’ll put it in, little star,” he pants, kissing you, licking into your mouth, coating your tongue in his spit. “Just gotta say it first.”

His hips roll, teasing, grinding, stretching. Your body burns, throbs, begs. Your brain is fuzzy, messy, hazy, dripping in his love, his touch, his saliva.

You can’t fight it.

Can’t think.

Your body is desperate, weak, clinging to him, and you need it. You need him.

“P-Please—” your voice shakes, your breath hitching, your nails digging into his back. “Zyrix, please—fill me up—please, wanna be f-full of you—”

His antennas curl, twitch, vibrate. His hips snapping forward, burying himself inside you in one deep, hard thrust.

Your back arches.

Your mouth falls open.

A loud, broken cry rips from your throat.

Zyrix gasps, moans, shudders, his huge hands gripping your thighs, keeping you pinned, split open, stuffed full of him.

“Ohhh, fuck,” he whimpers, shaking, panting. “You’re so tight, so warm, so perfect—mmm, just gotta stay right here, little star. Just gotta keep you full.”

His hips pull back, slam in again, harder, deeper, rougher. Your eyes roll back.Your thoughts vanish. Your pussy clenches down hard, and Zyrix whines, grinning, breathless, happy.

“There we go,” he pants, grinding into you, stretching you open, keeping you stuffed. “That’s it. No more thinking. Just let me make you feel good.”

Then he giggles. It’s light. Sweet. Giddy.

“I should have done this sooner,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, temple, and lips. His hips keep moving, deep, slow, heavy thrusts, grinding into your soft, swollen, sensitive spots.

“You keep running, keep fighting me, but see? You fit so good on me.”

A sharp, deep thrust. Your pussy spasms. Your fingers curl into his shoulders.

“You were made for me,” he sighs, dazed, drunk on you, panting in your ear.

“I could keep you like this forever,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck, his arms wrapping around you, locking you against him. “I could keep you right here, all stuffed up, all warm, all mine.”

His antennas twitch, droop, curl. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Wouldn’t have to think. Wouldn’t even need to move—”

He grinds his cock deeper, harder, so deep it makes you shudder, makes you cry out.

“I’d do everything for you. I’d love you, keep you, fill you up every day, every night—”

Another deep, throbbing thrust.

“You wouldn’t even remember what life was like without me.”

His voice is soft, sweet, warm. And so, so fucking dark.

“You’d forget what it was like before I saved you, before I kept you.”

A soft moan. A giggle. A sigh.

“… But I’d still remind you, little star. I’d remind you every night.”

Character unlocked 🔓: Zyrix

Yay new oc, in the process of making a story for him

We love dumb manipulative aliens 🪐

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Shout out to my Quirky black girls Tall black girls Short black girls Fair skinned black girls Light skinned black girls Dark skinned black girls Fun sized black girls Ivy League black girls Community college black girls Hippie black girls Trans black girls Queer black girls Nerd black girls Alternative black girls Black girls with disabilities Blck girls with mental health issues Indie black girls Afrocentric black girls Curly haired black girls Short haired black girls Long haired black girls Straight haired black girls Black girls with piercings Black girls with colored hair Black girls who love to read Black girls who play instruments Black girls who are scholars Black girls who like ballet Black girls who like to twerk Black girls who like rap Black girls who like art Black girls who like classical music

To all black girls who refuse to be subjected to prejudices and forced into a mold. I love you.

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Dunzella I HAD to message you. Your blog is so aesthetic! I freaking love your banners and use of colour. And your OCs? Call me Cloudy because I'm panting at the thought of them

Oml tyyy such high praise! I try 🥹 ur blog theme is much better I love it sm! Yk it's crazy cs ur blog inspired mine! lmao,♡ I'm happy you like my OCs there's more to come ♡ We can both become Cloudy over my OCs, so no shame lol. I always wondered what people thought of them, so this made me happy.

Head in the clouds ☁️

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Cassius doodles ♡

Meet Cassius, your high school stalker and current cross-dressing serial killer/kidnapper lover.

(Yes this is what I've been doing, and yes this is what he looks like in my head)

Yandere Serial Killer

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Hi gorgeous! I just wanted to know how you were doing and also ask a few questions. Is there anything interesting going on in your life? When was the last time you ate your favorite meal? Do you have any pets? Do you prefer sweet or savory?

This is vital information, I must know or else I'll self destruct in 15 hours.

Oh lawd don’t self destruct 😭 ik im late mk.. but I’m fine!

The only interesting thing in my life is my art era, making new oc's and sleeping. I haven’t had my favorite meal in years, tragic fr. Ion even kno how to cook it. 🥹

I don’t have any pets but I do want a pet bunny or cat when I’m fully living on my own.

I hate sweets, so savory 💯 I just don’t get how people could sit there and eat cake/cupcakes and not gag… I throw up when I eat cake now don’t even have it on my birthdays anymore lol. 😂

But ty for the questions; they make me feel interesting! Hopefully, you didn’t blow up before I actually answered. mb.

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WIP

yall wouldn't mind me dropping cloudy art ☁️ yeahhh

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There's nothing hotter than when a man puts his weight on you. Fucking into you from behind but you're pinned to the bed and his chest is on your back. Fucking into you in missionary and his chest is on yours. There's something so intimate about it. Being pinned by his weight while he ruts into you... completely enclosed by him

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Hii!! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering if you could write a continuation of the Yandere!Serial killer story! I loved it so much and I was super curious on how things would play out after the events of the original. You’re an amazing writer and I hope you have a great day/night!!

I'm so happy you liked it!! lol sure I can do a mini continuation.

Stitches

Doll pt.1

Yandere! Serial Killer

Ever since he showed his true colors his personality did a 180 or maybe… this was his real personality all along, and you had just grown too used to "Cassidy". The soft-spoken girl with shy smiles and delicate hands—the one who blushed when you complimented her. The one who trembled when you held her hand. The one who had never existed.

Now, the sweet, blushing girl was gone—replaced by him, a predator lurking beneath delicate skin and soft-spoken words.

Your body was wrapped in layers of pastel pink—lace, silk, and too many frills to move properly. Puffy sleeves, ribbons, skirts so stuffed with tulle they swallowed your legs whole. You weren’t a person anymore. Just another doll in his collection, albeit a special one.

Because, unlike the others, you were still alive.

But you weren’t free. Not when he was always watching. Not when they were always watching.

The glassy, lifeless eyes of his dolls followed you wherever you went. Propped up on dainty pink shelves, slumped in corners, lying stiffly on his pink armchair like someone had just tucked them in for a nap. Their mutilated faces were forever contorted in pain. Some didn’t even have mouths.

The room he kept you in was a nursery disguised as a shared bedroom—filled with ripped stuffed animals their torn seams and missing limbs resembling his victims.

Powder-pink walls, plush carpeting, and an ornate canopy bed that looked stolen from a princess’s fairytale. A vanity with combs you weren’t allowed to use yourself, bottles of perfume he dabbed onto your wrists like you were some fragile doll in need of upkeep.

Everything was pink, suffocating, saccharine.

And when your stitches came undone from all your struggling, his long eyelashes fluttered, cigarette dangling between his fingers as he pressed his mismatched gaze onto you—disappointed, but not surprised.

"Tch, didn't I say stop touching it." His pink skirt swayed as he stepped closer, eyes narrowing at the blood staining your wrists. The delicate fabric of his matching tank top was splattered with tiny droplets, but he didn’t seem to mind. Without hesitation, he scooped you up, cradling you in his arms like a groom carrying his bride.

The pain was unbearable. The sting of raw, reopened wounds mixed with the eerie tingle of skin held together by thread. You felt like a broken marionette, no like some fucked-up Frankenstein experiment pieced together with love and lace.

He wasn’t gentle because he was kind. He was gentle because he was careful. He handled you. Fixed you. He cooed at you while he worked, stitching your wounds back together with an almost maternal sort of patience.

“There we go, bunny,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he tightened the thread. You whimpered. His lips curled. "All better.”

When the news played reports of pretty corpses found throughout the city, he hummed, running his fingers through his short blonde hair. His victims—faceless, lifeless dolls, all stitched up and dressed in pastels. The media had given him a name.

The Dollmaker.

But the moment you showed discomfort, he clicked his tongue and changed the channel—to something softer. Something girly.

"All that negativity will rot your pretty little brain," he hums. "You should be focusing on me instead, don’t you think?"

Your body tensed against his. His arms wrapped around you, snug, possessive. The longer you were trapped, the more fragmented your memories became.

But during your captivity you remembered him from high school his name is Cassius Morrow, the shy introverted sophomore at high school. Always blushing, always looking away when spoken to.

If he hadn’t been so meek, you might have realized he was watching you back then, too.

Now, the contrast was baffling.

A man who spoke in sweet whispers, who dressed in pastel pinks and frills, yet stitched your body together like one of his playthings... You were convinced he must have a Jekyll and Hyde situation.

Any autonomy you had over your body, vanished.

Your limbs weren’t your own anymore. Stiff, aching, pulled together by Cassius's careful, loving hands. Every movement sent a dull throb up your arms, your legs. When you walked, your joints creaked—not with age, but with tension, stitches straining against fragile skin.

He basically did everything for you.

Doing your hair. Dressing you. Feeding you. Lifting you onto his lap whenever he wanted to coddle you—which was often.

He carried you everywhere. Even when you could walk, he insisted.

"Shh, no fussing. Little dolls don’t strain themselves."

You were sick of it so you formulated a plan. You had been on your best behavior lately. So obedient, so sweet, so good for him. But that was because you were waiting.

Waiting for the moment he got too comfortable.

Waiting for the moment he left you alone just long enough.

That moment came one evening when you heard the screams.

They echoed from the basement—wet, raw, desperate. You had heard them before, muffled beneath layers of walls, but this time, he had left the door open just a crack.

You could hear the squelching sounds. The butchering and guts are being torn apart. His hums of nursery rhymes in content.

Cassius was busy with his latest victim, The loud, relentless sawing meant he wouldn’t hear you.

So you made your way towards the window, something subtle so he wouldn't notice your absence immediately.

Ignoring the pain burning through your joints, you pushed open the window. And fell through.

The cool night air kissed your raw skin, and for the first time in so long, you breathed.

You were outside.

For a moment, you thought you'd done it. You’d escaped.

But then you realized—there was no one here.

He had lived somewhere secluded, hidden. The road stretched on endlessly, lined with skeletal trees that loomed like watching figures. No lights. No houses. No passing cars.

Still, you ran.

Your stitches screamed, skin tearing where the thread pulled too tightly, but you ran.

You ran for what felt like hours—your body quickly tiring, tearing from the movement. You never let yourself fully heal, always ripping apart.

But none of that mattered.

You would find a town. You would find help.

You would be free—

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Your vision swam in and out of focus as you came to, a heavy fog clouding your thoughts. Something was wrong. The air smelled different—cloying, metallic, laced with chemicals that burned your nostrils.

Not the perfume. Not the suffocating scent of rosewater and sugar that clung to his dollhouse prison. No, this was sharp. Bitter.

Your body felt weightless, yet impossibly heavy.

Then the cold set in. A hard surface beneath you. Restraints biting into your wrists and ankles. The dim hum of a fluorescent light buzzed above, flickering in and out.

And then—then you saw him. Biting his lip bouncing in place; he was standing over you, mismatched green and pink eyes twinkling in amusement, wearing nothing but pink panties and a white shirt as he tapped a syringe with two fingers, the liquid inside an eerie shade of pink.

Not pastel pink. No, this was deeper, unnatural.

"Ah, you're awake~" he cooed, his voice honey-sweet but with a hint of something else—excitement. "You had me worried, bunny. Running off like that? So reckless."

His fingers trailed along your cheek, his touch cold despite the warmth of his body.

"I was gonna fix you up nice and neat in our room like always, but…" He giggled—soft, airy, girlish. The sound sent ice crawling up your spine. "Since you wanna act like a broken little toy, I figured… I should make some improvements."

Your breath hitched. Your limbs twitched, but they refused to move.

Cassius noticed.

"Aww, feeling stiff? Don't worry, that’s just a little something I gave you earlier. Can’t have you squirming while I work, can I?" He sighed, feigning disappointment. "I really didn’t wanna do this, y’know. I love my bunny just the way she is. But you keep misbehaving."

His grip on your chin tightened—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel small.

"I’ll be gentle," he promised, raising the dirty needle.

Liar.

You tried to thrash, to scream, but your body betrayed you. He had paralyzed you. You could barely breathe, let alone move.

He pressed his forehead against yours, sighing in bliss. "Shh… just let me take care of you. You don’t need legs to be a pretty little doll, do you?"

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

No.

No, no, no—

The needle pierced your skin.

And everything faded to black.

Don't worry Cassius always takes care of his dolls. ♡

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Heat

Self-indulgent, needed a cute lil fluff in my life, the reader is implied to be black (since I am) but can be imagined as any race.

Yandere! Puppy Hybrid

Cloudy wasn’t really feeling like a good boy right now. Good boys don’t hump their owner’s dirty panties like some depraved mutt, nor do they leave sticky, shameful evidence of their need all over the bed, the floor—hell, even your bonnets weren’t safe, caught in the crossfire of his rut.

But fuck, it was getting harder every day.

His big, trembling hands gripped the fabric tight enough to tear, pressing it against his flush face. Feeling euphoric as your scent drowned his senses, suffocating and sweet. It was making his cock twitch between his legs, leaking precum down the sheets.

You didn’t know how his heat had been eating him alive, how it left him curled up on your bed whimpering and rutting into your pillow like a desperate animal. You had been gone all day, working talking to people who weren’t him, laughing with people who weren’t him.

And that wasn’t fair.

He was the only one who should have your attention, you belonged to him, your scent, and your womb belonged to him.

The thought made his hips jerk forward his cock sliding against the satin pillow, knot swollen and angry from days of neglect.

His breathing hitched, panting against your panties, pressing his long tongue into the fabric desperate for more of your taste.

Cloudy wanted to breed. You specifically. He imagined it so many times, pressing your thick thighs above your head covering your body with his huge one—in mating press, licking and biting at your soft skin as he pumped you full of his seed.

He shouldn’t be thinking this. Shouldn’t be grinding his cock into the satin sheets like a desperate whore, moaning for you like you’d ever let him have you like that. But he couldn't help it, just thinking about his thick knot stretching you open, locking him inside, burying his cum deep, deep, deep—

"Nngh— Master—!"

His fluffy tail wagged wildly against the bed, ears twitching as he let out a needy whimper. His body shuddered, legs shaking, as his cock pulsed, thick hot cum spraying over the pillow… "Shit."

Cloudy’s panting filled the empty room, tongue lolling out on the side of his mouth. His eyes flickered over his surroundings—the mess spread across the room, the ruined sheets, the sticky fabric in his grip, the unmistakable scent of cum potent in the air.

"Oh no..."

How was he supposed to clean this up before you got home?

note: lwk want to draw an introduction for him.