#Deep Sleep

[hyenaa-euphoria]

BBI DODGAY DESGIN BECAUSE IM NOT SURE IF HE IS AN ADULT

[medusavsviperz]

Could you do a Catnap in heat/ mating season? The whimpy and needy the better, pls and thank you🙏🙏🙏💞

Heated moments

warnings: smut, bondage, teasing, cussing

relationships: in heat!catnap x fem reader

writing type: second person

genre:smut

it was nearing your favorite time of the month. catnaps heat cycle. usually, he would dominate you, and attempt to breed you until you couldnt think straight, but this month, you had a different plan.

a few days later, he was finally in heat. he was more aggressive towards others, more possessive over you, and more needy and horny. the usual. it was around midnight, you were waiting in the kitchen, sitting on the counter. catnap bursts through the door, (presumably after finishing putting the kids to sleep) and walks over to you. "baby.." he mutters, hands resting on your thighs, and his face in the crook of your neck. "yes big boy?" you responded, kissing his jawline. he leans into your touch, clearly touch starved. "i need you so bad.." he whimpers, while lifting you off of the counter and into his arms. "im right here baby.." you whisper, looking him in the eyes. "i need to be inside of you.. now." you nod slowly, letting him drag you to the bedroom. once inside, he lets you go, making sure to rip off any remaining clothing. you drop to your knees and desperately pull at his sweatpants. he helps you pull them off completely. you decide to tease him a bit.

You drive your head down, shoving the length of his cock to the back of your throat, pinning his other hand against the wall. "Fuck!" His curse rings out as he makes to move, but you dig your nails harder, stopping him. you bob your head up and down in expert motions, intentionally hitting the back of your throat so more saliva coats his cock. Whipping up, you look him in the eyes. "Please, will you fuck me?" you ask sweetly, watching his expression morph into shock, before you smash your head back down. Taking him into your mouth again, his nails scrape against the wall as he clutches, visibly making indents into the paint.

Up, down, up, down, up...

you slide his tip out from your lips slowly, saliva dribbling down your chin as you curl your eyebrows upwards. "Please, please, Catnap, will you fuck—" His hands escape your grip. In a blur, he has you lifting off the ground and lying across his shoulder like a bag of sand as he bounds across the room. Twisting you, he practically tosses you on the bed, positioning your ass in the air before he slams into you with sudden force. you cry out, the force of his length stretching you so wide it brings tears along my eyes.

"You enjoy teasing me, getting me riled up, don't you?" He shoves your head down into the pillow, the pillowcase burning as it scrapes against your cheek over and over again. His pace is punishing, shooting pain mixed with an overwhelming pleasure across your entire body. He reaches an arm around your middle before a smack sounds against your clit.

"Don't you slut?"

you giggle and nod, before practically shoving him off of you and climbing off the bed. he shoots you a confused glare, and stands back up, looming over you. "lay down. back against the headboard." he gives you an untrusted gaze, yet does what hes told, sitting back down on the bed and scooting back against the headboard. you reach under the bed and pull out two pairs of handcuffs. "fuck no." he almost whimpers, shooting you a scoff. you shake your head and climb on top of him, attaching the handcuffs to his wrists, and also to the headboard, restraining him. he tugs against them, sighing softly and accepting his fate.

you slowly lower yourself on him, watching as his face scrunches up in pleasure, and he moans out. "Please, don't stop..." He whispers as his head falls back into the pillow, his hands cuffed to the bed. you giggle as you stop your movements for a second, enjoying the sight of the frustrated expression on his face.

"You're such a good boy, taking me so well." you praise him, resting your hands on his chest and slowly riding him. "Please." He begs you, "I need you." you bend down, and kiss him slowly as he thrusts his hips up. you let out a moan into the kiss, smirking as you push yourself back down onto him. "Don't be so greedy." you order him.

"Babygirl, please. I'm not made to be submissive, you know that." He whispers against your lips, his eyes looking into your own. His facial expressions show you how desperate he must be. Although you never switch roles, he's so cute when he's the one begging for more. At least now he knows how you feel whenever he teases you. you smile as you kiss him once more. "Don't worry big boy..." you sit up, bouncing on him once more. "I'll make you cum so good, I promise."

he starts whimpering with every bounce you make, his sounds like music to your ears. "you're such a big boy.. yet so submissive.." you giggle out through a moan, continuing to bounce. "im not a fucking-ngh! submissive.."he groans at you, and continues to let whimpers slip. "baby.. please... stop teasing me.." you giggle at his puny efforts, and start bouncing faster. "god.. im gonna cum.." you let out a snort and crawl off of him, watching as he lets out a pathetic whimper and starts whining. "f-fuck... why..?" you shrug. "i like seeing you beg. now beg for me like the bitch you are.." you giggle at him, watching as he shoots you a threatening glance. "fine.. you want me to beg..? ill beg." he scoffs, shaking his head. his cock throbbing and twitching with need. "i fucking need you baby. please... ride me till i cant think straight.. f-fuck.. i want you so bad.." he pathetically whines out, tugging at the restraints.

"good boy."

you hop back on and ride him like never before. watching him squirm and moan under your touch. "babyy..ohhfuckk.." he breathes out, hips bucking against yours. you knew he was close. and you planned to indulge. you ride him like a crazy person, spelling his name with your hips. suddenly, his warm, thick, cum fills your womb. you moan out at the sensation, orgasming hard on him. you reach your arms over and unlock the handcuffs, letting his wrists fall. you collapse on his body and snuggle up to his chest, his hands coming around to rest on your hips. you just sit there, cockwarming him. "i must say.. im surprised." .. "hm..?" he stays silent for a second before responding.

"i enjoyed that a lot more than i thought i would.."

[definii]

Another one of his habits. Touch and Affirmation

[frog-cultist]

I’m not even a major fan of poppyplaytime I just really really like the insomnia kitty

[glitchesartstudio]

[aureum-cordis]

Lost & Found

Parental!DogDay & Child!Reader

A/N: Hey there! First post, I know, but I couldn’t help but share this. A friend of mine encouraged me to, so I hope other people like it as well! This is only the first part and I have much more planned for this story, I hope you enjoy! I know this ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, but that may or may not be intentional. Find Part 2 here!

Spoilers for Poppy Playtime Chapter 3: Deep Sleep!

Warnings: Mentions of character death, blood, gore, and the like. Child experimentation will also be mentioned. This story will contain references to the information in the game as well, if uncomfortable with any of those topics then please proceed with caution.

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DogDay and the others knew well that something was amiss in the building, several of the Smiling Critters had sought him out due to the fact that he was the leader. CatNap was the only one that had been distant for a long time now, becoming something that he couldn’t recognize.

And then it happened. The Hour of Joy. The metallic scent of blood was something he could never rid his nose of, his ears still rang from the sound of screaming from both children and adults. The Prototype had clearly been convincing the cat of the Smiling Critters, for nothing but praises fell out for the creature amongst that dreaded red gas that poured out of his perpetually gaping maw.

DogDay had been able to reach the others first, encouraging them to not stand idly by and follow something as monstrous as The Prototype and his newly fashioned pawn.

It ended poorly, their rebellion was met with nightmarish hallucinations and a set of claws that sliced their bodies to ribbons.

Even they were not impervious to the red gas that covered the ground like a dense fog, announcing CatNap’s presence before he could be seen. Few of them remained, far less than what once was. They rotated hideouts regularly, knowing well that they had to keep moving to avoid CatNap’s patrols.

Currently, the place they had sought refuge in was some long abandoned room of the orphanage. Those that remained were silent.

CraftyCorn was frantically drawing something on a dirtied sheet of paper, the colors bleeding against her hooves as she struggled to keep a steady grip.

Bobby BearHug was huddled in a corner, clutching a blanket that was shredded in places and nearly fell apart as she held it to her chest, her body shook from silent sobs or perhaps fear of what would come.

DogDay himself was solemn, resting on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. They had just lost Hoppy days prior, or at least it had seemed like days. Any semblance of a concept of time was lost in this pit of despair, the inability to even catch a glimpse of light that wasn’t artificial was disheartening and disorienting. The others in the room were in no state to actively patrol, their minds in shambles and in various states of decay.

There was no optimism to be found, he knew that. Any attempt to even lighten the mood would be met with dismay and the kind of disgust that caused nausea to wash over oneself and clouded any other senses. They had lost far too many for any form of joy to be found.

CatNap may have been the one to end their lives, following the guiding hand of The Prototype, but their blood was also on his hands. Their screams kept him awake, the fear in their voices as they called out and weeped for help kept him going.

Slowly, he rose from his seated position to his feet, the sun pendant that hung from his zipper clinked against the metal with the motion and swung gently before resting against his chest. It was enough of a sound to draw the eyes of CraftyCorn, to which DogDay gave a dip of his head. “I’m sorry to startle you, that wasn’t my intention,” he started, voice rough and scratchy from disuse as he met the eyes of the other.

“I’ll take the first watch, be safe and try to get some rest, please.” The please sounded pathetic in his own ears, a sign that despite his attempts to remain strong for the other survivors, he was suffering from the grief and loss of their shared companions.

The idea of losing them too was something he refused to linger on, a small sliver of hope remained in his heart despite the horrors that threatened their very lives.

CraftyCorn didn’t seem to mind the interruption, even going as far as lowering her hooves as she looked over at him, the red crayon in her grasp rolled to the floor with a quiet thump. “Be careful, DogDay.” Her voice was soft, it was a comfort in this trying time. As gentle as the very petals of the flower she once smelled like, an extension of her kind yet hardy nature.

He wanted to reassure her, to give her some hope that he might return. But that wasn’t a guarantee, he knew that.

Regardless, he nodded before approaching the door, opening it slightly before listening carefully for any sounds. Relieved to have been met with relative silence, he crept through the door before shutting it behind him. Complete silence was impossible for him to achieve, given his size and the overall state of the orphanage itself.

His movements were slow and deliberate, each placement of his hand or foot was mindful of the debris that lined the halls. Shattered picture frames with glass littering the floor and various toys that had once belonged to the children here were a common item to stumble across. There had been moments when the odd toy activated or some rotting piece of wood snapped under the pressure of a bed that rested upon it, but it was silent other than that.

His ears were active in keeping note of his surroundings, as his nose focused on the horrible scent of lavender and the intensity of it. It stuck to every crack and crevice of this building, yet it was relatively faint at the given moment, a positive in an otherwise grim situation. His eyes swept every open door that he passed by, peering into the room for several moments before moving on. To say he was tense and alert was an understatement, every fiber of his being stood on edge as he patrolled the halls.

He froze in his tracks as a sound caught his attention, a sound that he hadn’t been expecting to come across. It had been a sob, a shuddering and weak sound that left from an open door in front of him. Had he not been focused as intently as he was, he could’ve missed it. DogDay stayed in that position as he listened further, making sure that he hadn’t been imagining such a sound. His doubts were shattered as he heard the sound repeat, the fear in the weeping was unmistakable.

The thought didn’t even cross his mind that it could potentially be a trap, that some sick monster would be willing to mimic such a heartbreaking sound.

[gkroeh]

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Daynap template by: @//shakey-loves thank you for the smiling critters idea!!

x dtiys! for ring_soon and scvvie!

[kailings]

Been watching a lot of game playthroughs for Poppy's Playtime videos for chapter 3 and I love it. The lore, the smoke effects, (DogDay :') ) But here y'all a-go!

Like always have a good day or night!

Also if ya want to like and support my art, go check out my other media's like Instagram and X or don't, it's your choice, bye!

[thebestgaysharknamedfishy]

Poppy playtime chapter 3 on my blog??

I just love stuffed animals

I need plush cute catnap

[han-vi41]

Sorry DogDey...

[choke2sleep]

Sleep….sleeeep. Chasyn puts Cena to sleep a couple of times with a figure 4 leg sleeper and then finishes him off with a sleeper hold. Nighty night….sleeeep.

[hyenaa-euphoria]

i tried to make them robots at some point but i will not finish this😭

[definii]

Externalizing obsession

TW below:

[bob243]

CATFEINE!!!11!!1!11! I love the idea of them and couldn't help but make a monster version of it. Right side up:

and upside down so you don't have to tilt your screen:

I think after the hoj Catfeine would solely rely on what she can produce for her diet: coffee. Her digestive system had to change itself to process coffee more efficiently and the most obvious one from an outside view being running tubes around her skin. These tubes are there to send coffee back up to her throat so it can be digested again like a cow. To further help digest coffee some of her digestive organs became larger and having nowhere to go moved upwards trough her neck making it longer. Catfeine would end up burning her hands a lot so she started wearing gloves the engineers had. Sadly her claws cut the tips :( . She would end up burning other parts of her body aswell so to help ease the pain she uses belts as bandages on the burning areas. Obviously coffee lacks a lot from a normal diet so she still needs to eat meat. Her long tail hand helps a lot with hunting small ones that hide inside the factories cracks and crevices. Hunting is dangerous though and because of this she ended up losing an eye and a part of her tail hair.

[glitchesartstudio]

He’s sad now

[aureum-cordis]

Lost & Found, Part 2

A/N: Hey again! Here’s Part 2, I didn’t want to make y’all wait too long for it. DogDay actually finds you in this part! The same warnings as from before apply, make sure to check out the first part if you haven’t already. Thank you for checking out this fic! Check out the other parts here: Part 1 , Part 3

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Yet as the orange dog neared the doorway and slowly opened the door, it was then that he noticed the small shape amidst the darkness. It was huddled near a bed, resting against the frame with a mangled plush in its hands as it wept into the soft body of what had once been some sort of animal.

A realization dawned on him in an instant, it was one of the children. Several questions flooded his mind, the most abundant of which contained some form of concern as to how this small child had survived.

Upon beginning to enter the room, his hand made contact with a plank of wood that groaned in protest under the added weight. The sound made him wince, his eyes immediately darting to the child in the room.

It was then that you looked up from the plush animal in your hands and finally noticed his presence. Panicked sobs and desperate attempts to back away from him were your way of trying to escape. DogDay was equally as panicked, knowing that he had to find something to soothe you and quick.

The last thing either of them needed was for CatNap to become aware of their presence. At this point, you had crawled under the bed in an attempt to get away from him, something that tore at his heart at that very moment. Tears ran down your face in streams, running down your nose as you began to hiccup from the intensity. DogDay lowered himself to the floor, attempting to mimic some form of submission.

His plush ears tilted back and his tail was held low and wagged slowly, his approach was inchmeal, but that was intentional. You were terrified of his very presence, he knew that he needed to do something to prove that he wouldn’t hurt you. His chin rested on the floor as he laid down a short distance away from the bed you took cover under.

Your sobs continued for several long minutes, pawing at your eyes with balled up fists to try to stop the steady flow. DogDay was patient, he would remain here for as long as you needed to feel comfortable.

He knew that staying here forever wasn’t an option, but his fear of CatNap’s presence had since dissipated upon noticing you.

You were so small, tinier than you should’ve been at such an age. Your skin was pale from the lack of sunlight and he could see your ribs through the tattered and dirty shirt you wore. Malnutrition plagued your already petite body, it was a miracle you had lasted this long. The bags under your eyes and the way your eyelids hung low were signs that he recognized as symptoms of sleep deprivation.

The intensity of your weeping had lessened as you peered out from under the bed at him through blurry eyes. He remained still, the only things moving were his and the slow wag of his tail. Slowly, you crept closer to him, hesitating every now and then as if you expected him to lash out at you.

But the orange dog was motionless, allowing you to come to him at your own pace. You tentatively stuck a hand out toward his head, the other still clutching the mangled fabric of the plush like a lifeline. DogDay lifted his head slowly and met your hand with his muzzle as well as his nose, to which you didn’t pull away, much to his surprise.

Instead, you began to pet him, running your hand along the fur of his chin. He wasn’t sure how to react at that moment, but you seemed more than content to keep stroking his dirty and matted fur, so he would allow it. Your eyes were swollen and red from crying, but now only a stray tear or two ran down your small cheeks.

Your breathing was still ragged and weak as your lungs attempted to gather oxygen from the stale air in the building. The orange dog allowed you to continue to run your hand along his head, when he noticed that you had moved closer to him. You placed the plush toy down by your side, DogDay watching with slight confusion when suddenly your arms wrapped around his head, which was relatively around the same size as your body.

You buried your small face into one of his downy ears, holding onto him as if he would vanish if you loosened your grip in the slightest.

Gently, he placed one of his hands on your back, careful to not frighten you as he did so. You grabbed handfuls of his fur, which he didn’t mind, knowing well that you were just a terrified little kid.

DogDay knew you didn’t deserve this, none of the children had warranted the horrors they were forcefully dragged into solely for daring to exist. Your weak little body shook like a leaf in the breeze as you held onto him and he used his hand to support you.

He hushed you softly, feeling tears soak into the fur of his ear that you still had your face buried in. “I’m here, you're not alone anymore. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was quiet and gentle as he spoke, the sound startled you but as you listened to his words, he noticed that you relaxed substantially.

The muscles of your small frame had been taut prior, yet the words he spoke seemed to register in your fear-addled mind and set you at ease. Now that you were calmer and seemed to accept his presence, he deemed it to be a good time to return to the others.

He wasn’t sure how long they had been in this room, but he knew that staying in one place for far too long was a death sentence. Slowly, he lifted his head and broke the embrace in order to meet your eyes. You made a sound of protest, disliking the way he had moved away from you, but you looked at him in confusion as to why he had pulled away.

“It’s not safe here, will you come with me? I think I might need your company, I’m not brave enough to do it alone.” His words were far from the truth, anyone with sense would know that. There was no way he was going to abandon this child here, there wasn’t even the slightest chance that you would leave his sight.

But he had spoken that way as if he were the one that needed the child rather than the other way around, with the way you nodded and despite the circumstances, even allowed a small smile to grace your tear-stricken face. It was the sign he needed to know that it had worked, allowing you to feel stronger in such a horrible situation.

You were a brave child and DogDay knew that, you wouldn’t have lasted this long if you weren’t. He could only imagine what you had been through, what you had been forced to witness. But those thoughts could be addressed later, his main priority was returning to what remained of the Smiling Critters with you in tow.