I suppose I should make an intro? Since I see myself using this blog more often now
Call me Wolf. I'm a 23-year-old gay trans man. I'm cis-passing; you probably wouldn't know until you took my boxers off. The point is, I'm not feminine, so if that's what you're looking for, feel free to look elsewhere.
I'll add some turn-ons and turn-offs under the cut, for those who are curious.
ASKS AND ANONS ARE BOTH WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED. PLEEEAAASE TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANNA CUM IN ME.
Turn-Ons
(roughly from my favorite to least favorite)
(haha. “roughly”. sex joke. hahaha.)
LOTS OF CUM (although the definition of “lots” can be left up to interpretation)
ANYTHING CERVIX RELATED (and YES, i am aware cervical penetration isn't physically possible, stop telling me that because i don’t care)
breeding
yandere/posessive/obsessive/etc
monsterfucking
plugging
oviposition
royalty (doesn’t matter if i’m the prince or someone else is. hot either way.)
period sex
Turn-Offs
(not in order. i hate all of these.)
anal
ageplay
“daddy”
pregnancy (like everyone else in the breeding kink club, lol)
degradation/humiliation/name-calling/etc (i will kick your ass)
detrans/misgendering (I am more of a man than you are, boy.)
doggy style
oral (ESPECIALLY receiving)
overstimulation (i hate being overstimulated, but if my partner wants to be overstimulated, i can do that for them)
riding (i'm a pillow prince lol)
Somewhere in Between / Situational
cumflation - i don’t like when it looks unnatural. i don’t want to look pregnant. but if it’s almost unnoticeable (like looking like you just ate too much) that’s epic.
Could you do a headcannon where a merman keeps begging to hold his human mate and use them like a cocksleve as he swims around? Because I imagine a merman who isn’t ready for his human to go to shore yet and just wants to fill them with pups and kiss them until they can’t remember anything
"it's getting dark, the water is going to be too cold for me soon, I need to go," you protest, the mermaid that has you trapped just chitters happily and squeezes you tightly. You float in the middle of the ocean on top of his chest as he swims in lazy circles, you hadn't realized how far away from shore you'd drifted. you'd need him to swim you back there's no way you could get back to land by yourself. and it's clear he isn't ready to let you go, especially because he's not so subtly grinding his sheathed cock against your hip.
"how about you take me to shore-" this earns you an unhappy growl "and fuck me against the rocks, give me a nice clutch," you purr, this seems like a much better idea to him. he nudges your hip again and looks at you with pleading eyes.
"fine you can keep it in me while we swim over there," you agree, and shift your swimsuit to the side and reach between your two bodies, you feel the place where his skin goes from human flesh to sleek scales, you feel the bulge where his cock lies, slowly you rub your fingers over his slit, coaxing his long tentacle-like cock free. he whines as his hips buck trying pitifully to fuck himself into you, his dick writing with a mind of its own. you grasp his length and guide it to you. he purrs happily as he sinks inside of you, he grips you with his hands pushing your ass down to grind against his hips. your breath catches as his prick writhes inside of you, he's so deep inside of you that it almost hurts.
"swim," you remind him. he nuzzles your neck nipping at your skin with his sharp teeth, almost like he is trying to tempt you to stay out a little longer. you push his shoulder. "We have a deal swim to the shore and fuck me there," you insist. Slowly he turns you toward the shore and starts lazily swimming, taking his time getting there, just enjoying the feel of you wrapped around his dick.
The sun is completely set by the time you reach the sandy beach, it's just the two of you as he pushes you out of the surf onto the wet beach, pinning you down beneath his body. in the moonlight, he seems to glow silver, and his scales glitter iridescent. He nuzzles your neck again bitting your shoulder, and this time you let him, his hips roll against you as he fucks you, filling you with his thin twisted cock filling you up with his brood.
You decide to bake some cookies for your neighbor, a hulking orc who just moved in. You ring the doorbell and put on your best smile as the door opens. You cheerfully welcome him to the neighborhood. He seems dazed as he accepts the housewarming present, the box of cookies looking minuscule in his hands.
The next day you sneak glances at him while you water your flowers. He's been doing some cleaning and renovating and right now, he's carrying furniture out of his house. You think it's amazing that he can carry the heavy couch so easily and point it out in admiration. He almost drops the thing on his toes, his cheeks and neck flushing a darker shade of green.
That weekend you both end up on your porches at the same time. He freezes awkwardly with the tiny handle of the front door still in his hand as though he's contemplating going back inside. You invite him over for tea. He insists on sitting on the porch steps instead of risking breaking your weathered porch chairs so you join him there, sipping comfortably from your mug. You make easy conversation but you can tell he wants to ask you something but he's holding back. After some gentle prodding on your end, he finally caves.
"This kindness you show, is it because we are neighbors?"
"I make it a rule to be kind to others regardless of who they are but I do like getting along with my neighbors, so I guess you can say I'm putting in extra effort," you reply.
"Ah, so it is a human thing," he muses.
"Does it mean something else to orcs?"
He drums his fingers on his knee, looking bashful. "Giving gifts and praise are the way we show interest in a potential mate."
"Oh... I didn't know. So I've been sending you mixed messages?"
"I know humans have their own customs," he says sheepishly. "I am yet to get used to this friendliness. I was caught off guard. It won't happen again."
A couple of days later–because you leave the orc in peace to get settled–you're retrieving your mail early in the morning when you hear an awful racket. It would appear your neighbor has fallen down his porch steps.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" You cross the lawn your houses share to check on him.
"Forgive me." He sits up, looking flustered. "T-this too is human custom?"
He's staring at your bare thighs and your skimpy outfit. You're still in your pajamas, a deep-cut tank top, and a pair of shorts that are very short.
"Clothes?" You question playfully.
He shakes his head. "My apologies. I was simply not prepared to see–"
"Do you think I could be a potential mate?"
"Pardon?"
You smile at how polite he is and lower your voice like you're imparting a secret. "I may have wandered out like this on purpose. I knew you'd see."
He groans. "Mercy, please," he says. "I do not know what to do. I like you very much but I am unsure of how to act."
"We can teach each other," you offer.
"Then what would a human male do in this situation?"
"He'd probably take me to his bed." You give your neighbor a grin.
"Would you like that?" His pupils dilate so wide that his eyes nearly look black and his chest swells with each deep breath he takes, almost like he's taking in your scent.
"Yes."
He lurches up to his feet and scoops you off the floor, pressing you close enough that you can feel the thud of his heart.
"That I can understand," he says seriously. "I will make love to you until you scream in pleasure."
Uhm. Usually he sells the eggs (it’s like an extremely rare and expensive type of caviar) but you’re getting all sad because you keeps releasing your eggs but you don’t have a baby yet, so he sets up a bunch of nets to catch a milt donor and all he manages to snare is one stupid merman with a dumbass haircut
Male Anglerfish Merman Yandere x Gender Neutral Angelfish Merperson Reader
CW: Noncon, oviposition, kidnapping, minor brief hypnotism, general yandere behavior, size difference
Word Count: 1.1k
(This is the Mermay fic for this year! I hope you all enjoy it <3)
As an angelfish merperson you called the reef home. You felt in your bones that there was to be a storm. A big one. You thought you were safe in the safety of your reef abode. You were woefully wrong.
You hunkered down in your house and tried to lay low like you did during every extreme storm
Your door was ripped off the hinges, opening up your cave to a current that pulled you away from the safety of the reef and into the open ocean. When the storm finally ended you found yourself disoriented and far into foreign waters.
It seemed there was an island nearby. You decided to check it out and get your bearings.
When you approached, your head above the surface to get a good look, you realized with unrestrained horror that this was the Deadman’s Rock.
You had never seen it, but the description matched. Black sand beaches and a rock formation vaguely in the shape of a skull in the center. Every little merfolk in your reef grew up on the horror stories of Deadman’s Rock.
There were tale’s about it and the surrounding waters being haunted, about it being a hellmouth that led into the underworld, that strange leviathans lurked in the nearby depths. All typical types of stories one would conjure up to inspire terror.
But other stories were much more believable. Warnings of feral sharks and nearly feral shark mermen, anglerfish mermen, human poachers.
At any rate it was certainly not somewhere that you wanted to be near. You didn’t know what direction you had been blown in from ,but nowhere could be worse than here. You started swimming away.
Only once you were submerged you noticed a series of glowing lights. One large one in the front and a bunch of smaller ones following. They were a reddish orange color. Soft, warm, inviting.
You were enthralled and started drifting towards them, not really aware of what you were doing. They were so serene. Oh so pretty.
They subdued you completely. And by the time you realized just what they were it was far too late. The lure of an anglerfish man and the lights on the tips of his dorsal fins, and little lights going down his sides.
The spell he had over you didn’t break until he nabbed you. All the struggling and thrashing you did absolutely nothing. He was considerably larger than you and even though he was very lean he was also very strong. Down, down, down, you went. Deep into the alien waters, convinced that he was going to eat you.
But he didn’t. He dragged you into a terrible trench and just when you thought you’d pass out from the sudden shift in pressure and temperature he pulled you into a cavern. Instantly the water was warmer and lighter, heated by thermal vents. Or perhaps magic. You didn’t exactly have the ability to investigate given your current predicament.
The angler took you into a side room, evidently where he slept as it had what seemed to be a makeshift bed framed from the scavenged bones of several different creatures and filled with frillweed, a common bedding for merfolk.
“What the fuck do you want with me!?”
He replied in a foreign tongue, harsh and brutal, that you had no knowledge of. You doubt he could understand you at all either. As he placed you down on the bed and loomed over you, you at last had a moment to get a good look at him.
His mouth was a terrifying grin adorned with wicked needle-like teeth, his eyes entirely black, he had a lure coming out of his forehead and long red hair that matched the red scales of his fish half and complimented his brown skin. Fins on his back were tipped with red-orange lights, similar flecks of light went down his tail.
Though he could not communicate what his desires were verbally, his intention was clear through the large slimy red cock, the tip of which glowed with a light matching the rest, that slowly emerged from his genital slit.
Before you could dart away he pinned you down and rammed his prehensile cock into you, you could feel it wriggle and writhe inside you and he thrust, seeking pleasure and leaving no inch of your depths unexplored in its search.
He was brutal and hadn’t bothered stretching you out. His cock wasn’t as rigid as a human’s but the sudden entry and brutal pacing was still fairly painful at first.
Your captor gripped your hips, long claw-like nails digging into you. The angler couldn’t help himself. Such a beautiful creature lured right to him, practically swimming into his arms. Someone so fragile and fair all for him! He had to breed you. Claim you. Make you his. It wouldn’t do for such a jewel to be swimming about at random in these waters. Something terrible could have happened to you!
His new little jewel was lucky he found them. He could breed you and take great care of you. The first thing for him to do to prove his devotion was to fill you to the brim with his eggs.
After several seemingly endless minutes the pain ebbed away and eventually pleasure took its place. Then you were twitching and jerking lustifully as he violated you.
Gasps and moans escaped your lips, proof to him that he was pleasing his mate. Primal sounds that transcended any language barrier. You finished in unison but came partially to your senses when you felt a few hard orbs deposited into you.
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Weeks had passed, you had managed to get a few words understood between the two of you. Names, for instance, his was Melchio. When he wasn’t fucking you roughly he was paradoxically treating you like a fragile treasure that would crumble to dust at the slightest inconvenience. Doting on you, hunting for you, feeding you by hand.
He still terrified you, especially his eyes and teeth, and you missed the sun and colors of the reef, but you didn’t dare try to run away. The deep heavy waters outside the cavern weren’t just a physical danger in of themselves but likely concealed all sorts of horrors far more dangerous than your new found “husband.”
When he noticed you were anxious or panicking about your new life there, he’d get behind you with his arms tightly holding you, his lure dangling in front of you, calming you into a trance-like state.
At least there you were healthy and well cared for. So there you would remain. Forever.
Thoughts on praise kink paired with some good ole monster fucking? Got a hankering for that indulgence and my imagination isn't working too well today lmao
Either having the monster itself praising you or someone(s) closely and enthusiastically watching you get pounded. Moving your hair from your face to see the totally blissed out look you're wearing and aweing at all of the cum spilling down your legs and how you manage to take more and more. You’re just made for this, aren’t you sweetie? For taking them so well, letting them use your body to milk their cock dry.
Or on the meaner side (idk if this still counts as praise), a monster selfishly fucking you in a mating press and going on and on about how good you’re going to look once their seed takes and you get so round you can barely move. Making you stare at the absolute mess you’ve made out of their cock, your body just so tempting and easy to spill their seed into.
Imagine your fave finally being able to pee after hours of holding it and just being so overwhelmed with relief that they have to lean against an object or another character bc they're so exhausted and shaky~
Alpha Bully with you on his lap and an anime on the screen in front of you: Damn nerd! This anime shit is good! Let's watch a few more episodes, I just can't get enough!
You, a drooling mess that has been thoroughly impaled on his dick, fucked senseless for four hours straight, knotted, bitten, and no longer has any idea what is going on: . . .
Alpha Bully as he holds you close and resumes pumping into you: Yeah, I like spending time with you too! Same time tomorrow?
Alpha Bully during lunch, super possessive with you on his lap as he feeds you: These cotton candy grapes are great! You omegas love sweet shit right?
You while impaled on his cock right in the food court with the whole college able to see you gently bouncing on his dick because he's in rut and has to knot you up every couple of hours: *drooling as you absent-mindedly eat another grape that he pops into your mouth, too fucked out of your senses after the 6th knotting of the day*
Male Crab Drider Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, drugging, potions, oviposition, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, uncaring observers, public sex, somnophilia
Word Count: 654
You dodged to the left, rolling in the sand to avoid a crushing blow from the monster’s massive claw. It was a crab drider. From the waist up it looked relatively human. Reddish skin, some naturally growing armored plates on its chest and shoulders, sharp teeth, pointed ears, and ghostly white hair… but human… ish…
What was definitely not at all human however was below the torso. The body of a massive crustacean. Complete with scuttling legs and huge claws all covered in the heavy armor of its shell.
Dodging those claws wasn’t enough, in the hands of his human half he wielded a tiny little crossbow with tiny little bolts laced with gods knew what.
He had been nicknamed The Beast of Bailey’s Bay. You had been contracted by the Monster Slaying Guild to stop him. He had not killed anyone yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Your blade seemed fairly useless against his shell and it couldn’t reach his human half. You darted away and tossed an explosive potion that would hopefully put his rampage to an end. A handy piece of equipment courtesy of the guild alchemist.
It staggered him but didn’t otherwise do much as he moved to block it with his shell instead of letting it hit his soft upper half.
For the first time since he had started his rampage he spoke.
“Haha, finally a human with some fight! You will be a fine incubator for my eggs! Not like the cowards who flee!”
At that, it was your turn to stagger.
“Wh-what the fuck!?”
He snickered and explained.
“I need a human worthy of the eggs of Kaelyx! Catch and release. I’ll let you go once they hatch. Don’t worry!”
You made a disgusted face. You weren’t going to help this abomination reproduce, that was for damn sure. Or so you thought…
You reached for another potion of explosion, this one actually slightly stronger than the one you had used before. You tossed it and it hit square on his belly. But instead of an explosion there was a cloud of pink and purple that enveloped the monstrous man.
The alchemist had mixed up the ingredients in the potions. Instead of an ignis toadstool she had used a prattlepuff mushroom. Inadvertently this had created a potion of explosive, and permanent, desire.
Kaelyx no longer wanted just an incubator, he wanted a permanent mate to fuck damn near daily and take care of until the end of their days.
The beast wasn’t visible within the cloud. But his eyes were not those of a human and he could see his target just fine. You felt a sharp pain in your neck and slumped over into the sand before losing consciousness.
The next thing you were aware of was being naked from the waist down and being pounded into the ground with a massive slimy cock writhing around your insides. You were too groggy to resist, your limbs were like jelly, and your thoughts were muddled.
“Ah, my love, sorry I just couldn’t wait! You feel so good around me cock! You were built for it~”
You tried to respond but all that came out was a series of lewd moans as you orgasmed from the treatment. He grunted, groaned, and filled you up with a natural lubricating fluid before filling you up with dozens of eggs, swelling your belly.
You lay there panting beneath him and as the drug wore off and post nut clarity kicked in you noticed that beachgoers had formed a crowd and were all watching you while either masturbating or recording you with magical devices.
As Kaelyx drug you off to his burrow under the sand they waved and thanked you for getting the crab to calm down and leave. Your pleas for help falling on deaf ears as your fellow humans got back to their lives and favorite beach activities.
a/n: someone requested soft morning sex with silly the clown!
In the soft morning glow, you looked beautifully to Silly the clown. Now that he had you all to himself, he couldn’t help but stare at you every morning, watching as the sun shone down on your barely clothed body.
He had been lonely for so long, and for a while he believed that the rest of his life would be spent with only himself for company in an empty amusement park.
So who could blame him for adoring you?
When you stirred, he softened, leaning down to kiss your forehead. The sleepy whine that left your lips when you opened your eyes had him swooning.
“Still tired?” he murmured, his forehead leaning against yours. All you could do was nod, still half asleep.
“Sweet thing…”
His hands slipped down your body, one of his fingers gently rubbing against your clothed clit. “Pretty girl, lemme make you feel good okay?”
You whimpered as he lifted your thigh, pushing your panties to the side so he could sink his fingers into your fat cunt.
“Look at that, all wet for me already, hmm? Such a a good girl…”
He pumped his fingers in and out, kissing along your neck before biting down on a particularly sensitive spot.
His tentacle cock was already straining against his pants, begging to be set free… but he wanted to please you first.
“Love… you’re beautiful, you know? Utterly gorgeous…”
His free hand moved to grope your breast, his fingers fiddling with your nipple through the thin fabric of your top.
“All mine… how lucky am I?”
Your clit twitched when his thumb brushed against it.
“Mmm… that’s nice…”
It felt good, being pleasured through your sleepy haze. You could feel him add another finger, stretching you out a bit so you’d be able to take his cock with ease.
“That’s my girl… doesn’t that feel nice? Such a good girl… being so patient with me.”
He pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, slick sticking to the wet digits as he slid them into his mouth. “So good… god, you taste amazing…”
If he hadn't been so hard, he would have moved between your legs to taste you from the source, but he had waited long enough.
He needed to be inside of you, right this second.
His cock twitched and squirmed against your cunt, wriggling it’s way inside of you.
You were just stretched out enough for it to slip in easily, but tight enough for Silly to let out a grunt against your neck, his hips lightly smacking into yours as he began to move.
“Tight… so warm, so good…”
His rambling were incoherent, and you could feel his inhuman qualities slipping out. His tongue became longer than normal, lapping at the shell of your ear before he tilted your chin so he could kiss you.
You were still in between sleep and consciousness, letting out a bratty whine as he interrupted your sleepy state. Once he got a taste of you, he pulled back and kissed along your neck.
His tongue felt different, more slimy and squirmy, almost the same texture as his tentacle cock. It made you shiver, but not in a bad way.
His hands fumbled for your clit, his hips picking up the pace as he groped at your breasts again. It was strange… you could feel his tongue wrapping around your nipples, but how could he do that when he was kissing at your neck?
You didn’t question his strange anatomy, simply letting pleasure overtake you. The orgasm came in waves, and you let out the cutest mewl when you felt his thick cum spurt into you.
It was warm, and always oozed out of you so deliciously. You could feel his tentacle cock settle, nudging at your g-spot to force you into clenching around it.
He always stayed inside of you long after you were both spent, cooing to you softly.
“Did so good, took it all so well… precious little thing, you mean everything to me…”
You yawned, letting out a satisfied hum as his fingers toyed lightly with your clit. “Mmm… still sleepy…”
“I know, love. Sleep all you want, when you’re up I’ll run us both a bath…”
His eyes softened when you turned to face him, nuzzling your face against his chest. “Wanna snuggle for a little longer…”
It made his heart race, or well… the organ he had that functioned as a heart. You were the only being that he wanted to mate with, that made him feel anything other than loneliness.
If he hadn't met you, if you didn’t randomly decide to come visit the abandoned amusement park, he may have never gotten to feel what humans described as “love”.
No one would ever be able to pry you away from him.
The amusement park on the mountain had once been the most popular attraction in your town. Everyone visited for whatever special occasion they could, spending tons of money on merchandise and tickets.
What made it so appealing to the public? Everyone’s answer was always…
Silly the Clown!
He was taller than any person you’d ever meet, always nicely dressed and wearing close make up. When he walked through the park, everyone would stop what they were doing to line up and watch his act.
Not only was he hilarious, he was also quite handsome, according to the men and women that traveled to see him.
He was shrouded in mystery. No one ever saw him without his makeup on around town or even leave the park. People would wait in hiding, trying to catch a glimpse of Silly’s real appearance.
But one day, the amusement park shut down. Rumors spread quickly through the small town, some saying there were loans gone wrong or even murder.
No one really knew why their beloved amusement park was no more, and Silly was never seen again.
That was… until you showed up.
You had been a huge fan of the amusement park as a kid, but never got to attend until your 18th birthday. Now, all these years later, you were back on your 25th, planning to celebrate by doing some urban exploring and maybe take home a souvenir.
The park wasn’t as run down as you had first expected. Although none of the rides seemed to be in order, they looked to be maintained. None of the grass was overgrown, the walls were free of graffiti, and the ground was clean, no litter or dead leaves.
It was as if the park was simply closed for the day, not abandoned completely.
As you wandered the grounds, you kept turning to see if someone was behind you. You felt eyes on you the entire time, making you think perhaps there were cameras or security guards still on the premises to prevent vandalism and theft.
What you didn’t know was that you were being followed and carefully monitored. Every step you took was being tracked, every little thing you did was observed by the pair of eyes watching you,
Though… for a moment the observer’s gaze moved over your body, lingering on… certain parts. It had been so long since someone had come to visit, and even longer since it had even thought about its… urges.
And you were such a pretty thing.
It was getting dark, meaning you should get back to your car soon… but as the sun went down, you nearly fell over in fright when the amusement park sparked to life.
Lights lit up, rides began to move, and you could smell popcorn and hotdogs being cooked near the food stalls.
“I’ve gotta be hallucinating…”
“You’re not.”
You froze in your tracks, the hair on the back of your end standing up straight. That voice…
“S-Silly?”
He appeared in front of you, a red painted smile spreading across his face. “Silly the clown, that’s me! You’re back!”
It took you nearly an entire minute to process that the man in front of you was really Silly the clown, someone that hadn’t been seen in years!
“W… what do you mean?”
His fingertips traced down your side, stopping at your hip. “I know the face of everyone who’s entered this park. And now you’re back…”
His thumb rubbed against your hip, playing with the fabric of your bottoms. “Why don’t you enjoy the park for a bit? I turned everything on just for you…”
And you did, hesitantly going up to the first ride.
He watched you go, his pants tightening. God, how long had it been since he’d felt the warmth of a woman?
Silly was cursed. He couldn’t leave the park, his very soul was tied to it. It stayed the same as it did the day it was abandoned, and he waited for someone to come back.
Why had people stopped coming? Not even the newspaper was allowed to print what happened.
A kid went missing near the park, and Silly had seen what happened. Someone impersonated him, luring the child away. He couldn’t do a single thing, not able to break character and leave to save the child.
It made Silly depressed, and he stopped allowing people to visit. Silly and the park were one being, if he was depressed, it would deteriorate.
But when he saw your car pull up, the rusted gates and old buildings became brand new, almost as if the park was perking up to impress you.
After going on several rides without waiting in lines and feasting on corn dogs, funnel cake, and lemonade, you let out a happy sigh.
“Having fun?”
You jumped slightly, relaxing when Silly came into view.
“Yeah… it’s been a long time since I’ve been to an amusement park. It’s been nice.”
He watched you, his eyes focusing on your soft tummy and fat tits. Never before had he taken such interest in a female.
He didn’t know much about what he was or how he came into existence, much less the nature of his urges, but he did know that he had needs…
And you did too.
Silly was attractive in a strange way. It was hard to describe his features, but something about him made you… horny. Maybe it was how tall he was, maybe it was the way he talked…
Before you knew it, you were being led away by the hand. You didn’t complain or try to escape his grip, in fact you were both curious and aroused. Where was he leading you?
Was it bad that being all alone with that clown in an abandoned park, having no idea where he was taking you made you horny?
Silly was struggling to keep himself together.
You were pulled into a tent, something slippery and slimy slipping between your legs as you were bent over. All you had to hold on to was a tent pole as silly grabbed your fat hips.
“God…” he murmured, his tentacle like cock slithering past your panties and rubbing against your glistening clit. “Need this…”
Without much warning he pushed in, groaning at how tight you were. It felt so strange, feeling him wriggle and writhe inside of your cunt.
The second he felt you clench around him he groaned, his body leaning into yours as he nibbled at your ear.
“So wet… pretty little thing, don’t you wanna just stay here forever? I’ll let you have the best day forever if I get to fuck into this pussy at the end of every night…”
His clown makeup dripped onto your shoulder, making you look back. Your vision was already a bit blurry from the pleasured tears falling from your eyes, but you swore you saw a strange creature behind you…
He forced you to look away, cooing softly. “Shh, don’t look, princess… I don’t want my pretty little thing going insane.”
His cum spurted inside of you, and you felt uncomfortable stretch when his cock began to go crazy, wiggling and squirming as if trying to burrow inside of you as deep as it could.
A soft growl left his throat as he settled down from his high, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip.
“Good girl… let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”
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