#but anyway i'm starting to think that size of doll is kinda cute

[fishylife]

admittedly the d*sney animators dolls are quite cute and i definitely prefer them to ag which seem to be the most popular brand for dolls with that size and proportion...but i don't want to buy d*sney dolls lol

[raccoonfallsharder]

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ preview

expansion of wyndham; or, the galactic prometheus from kinktober 2023 ♡˚✧˖°

this bad boy won't be out for a while (starting in late jan, early feb?) but i'm trying to motivate myself lol. right now i'm thinking four-to-six parts (includes the first part). there will be plot but it will also be like. constantly running smutty commentary (when there's not just full-on smut). like i'm not sure i have written a not-smutty sentence for part two so far. think like uhhhh kinda ♡‧₊˚✩ blackmail material vibes but with. a story lol.

also when you imagine this shirt please just know it's a sleeveless black t-shirt from a bzermikitokolok and the knowheremen concert lmaoooooo why do i find this so goddamn funny

don't tell me rocket wouldn't go to a bzermikitokolok and the knowheremen concert and steal a shirt from the drunk asshole who stepped on his tail and then acted like it was rocket's fault

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆.⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂

18+ only (MDNI) | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4-6 parts? | word count: TBD.

He’d been worried. Worried that you would’ve been uncomfortable, that it wouldn’t work, that you’d be without anything to wear. The reality is worse. The reality is so much worse. He couldn’t have possibly prepared himself for the sight of you, the striped blanket cinched at your hip with a bobbing knot, fluttering open at the accidental, unavoidable slit to offer him teasing glimpses of a thigh he just wants to sink his teeth into. There’s your bare midriff, begging for tongue and teeth — your cute little navel. 

And then there’s the shirt.  His shirt. Stretched over the little nubs of your slightly-stiffened nipples, barely covering your tits. It’s more indecent than if he’d just kept you naked — the way he can see your breasts jostle gently with every step you take, bobbing like they need his mouth, pretty-please. 

And look, the Monster has a lot of feelings about his body. Most of them are clear-cut: he’s hideous, he’s revolting, he’s terrifying and unnatural. He’s found ways to use his sharp teeth and claws to his advantage, his sensitive eyes and ears, even his whiskers and tail. Most salient though — right now, anyway — is his size.  The Monster is sometimes grateful for how easily his small, lithe form is overlooked in a crowd of average baldbodies. Other times, he is searingly resentful that he doesn’t take up more space. 

But never before has he considered his size so much of a mixed curse-and-blessing as he does when he realizes that he can see right up under the damn shirt: shadowy half-glimpses of the curves on the underside of those pretty breasts, ripe and firm and so sweet his vision blurs. He bets if you had to stretch for something, his shirt would ride up and gape a little and he could see a palm’s worth of areola, maybe even the underside of one of those pretty nipples. 

His fingers twitch with tactile memory: they call up the the velvety-soft texture, burned into his skin from when he’d been pinching them and twisting them ruthlessly. 

For a second, the Monster’s brain taunts him with a brief fantasy: that he’d get to pinch them again — mean still, maybe, but interspersed with soft licks to soothe and light tickles to mock, to keep you guessing. If he could do it over again, he’d be so much less brutal — but he’d still play with them till he got you crying for him. Then he’d pull you on top of himself like a princess on her throne and fuck up into you relentlessly, till you were all drenched and dumb on his dick, lashes fluttering and wet, lungs hiccuping in happy, grateful, nonsensical little prayers. And once he had you all dizzy and drunk and misty-eyed — lashes all sparkly with fucked-out tears of overstimulation — he’d doll you up just like this, in one of his too-small shirts. And anytime the two of you stopped on a planet or a space center or came across another ship, anyone who saw your dilated pupils and soft, exposed belly would know you were fuckin’ his.

[crystalkitty1220]

Gonna go on a bit of a rant here but a while ago when the children horror genre became a thing (mainly in roblox) I wasn’t really a fan because while yes, I wasn’t the target audience, I still felt like the horror wouldn’t be existent to me even if I was the person the developers intended to be playing it

And also what the fuck is a children horror game, the point of horror is that it’s scary, it’s nightmare fuel, it’s not intended for younger audiences and frankly I don’t think a 5 year old needs to experience it at that point in their life, it’s one of the many things that can wait till their older

So when games started taking the route of children/cute game gone horror, I kinda liked it, it was nice seeing what people came up with and they felt different

And then too many people did it, and it became repetitive and I kinda let go of that genre, but then I realized something

It’s not it’s repetitive, no

It’s that it’s falling back into the genre of children horror games, that’s where it’s going wrong

We escaped from the horror games for children phase, but then it came back in the form of cute game gone scary, and we just didn’t realize until the release of Poppy Playtime

And to add onto that, there’s also the fact that most indie horror games now have merch that is intended for children, from the art style all the way to the point where the default sizing options for clothing are children sizes

And this is where the horror industry is going wrong, no one comes up with anything anymore, they just copy what’s trending, and then when we do get something new, it just falls back into the pit of children horror games, which is why I’m grateful for the existence of choo choo Charles, because while the idea obviously has some aspects from other games, it didn’t fall into the children horror genre and while yes, it has its issues and obviously isn’t the best thing to exist, it feels like a breath of fresh air and a small release from what we’ve had to work with for the last 3 or so years

Anyways thanks for coming to my TedTalk

Very nice TedTalk

I'm not a huge fan of childrens' horror games myself, at least in the horror aspect. I will admit that I like Poppy Playtime because it reminds me of the mystery "who will be the next villain? who is this person from the poster, will we meet them?" from my batim days, but I don't think anything about it is scary and it's clearly just meant to pull in the edgy children who have been exposed to the internet too much. Everything about the merch is atrocious, from the target market to how the dolls look. And it's not hard to pinpoint exactly where the developers got inspiration from, as they're the people who made many of those minecraft fan animations for batim and fnaf songs, and I believe were also behind the channel Animation Sins. It's pretty easy to tell exactly where they got their ideas and what they're thinking, which isn't really supposed to be the goal for developers of a lore-based game. At least it's more of a horror game than security breach is, I guess.

Choo choo charles definitely breaks the recent mold, and I respect it for that, despite not really being a fan of that style of horror. The original batim was probably my favorite ever horror game, as it had a story and was constantly moving but could also actually scare the player at times. When it comes to fnaf: the games are mid; I'm here for the books; I'll go back to the games if glitchtrap returns; sun and moon are pretty cool. Probably gonna forget poppy playtime exists after the whole thing is released. Hello neighbor peaked in alpha 3, baldi's is hilarious but that's my only thought on it, and ddlc is the only game to pull off "horror disguised as cute and innocent" correctly and it feels wrong mentioning it alongside all these other games because it's a completely different style.

[obey-me-headquarters]

"Magically/removable pussy/dicks"

tw gore/body horror (kinda tame but i giv u heads up in case, feel free to just delete this!)

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hello i am here with my own specific brainrot did you know that for certain breeds of octopus, the male octopus will detach its dick and offer it to the female as a living dildo and then possibly get eaten?

(male octopii in general usually just die after mating which is very cute of them like whoa head empty just cum and die huh babygirl? ill eat u.)

anyways. consider. you can remove the dick and the demon will grow the dick back, but the dick you removed can be stimulated and they'll still feel it until the new one comes in.

the thought of any of the dudes with a pussy,,, especially a pocket pussy that you can pull out and tease,,, TOP TIER, I LOVE,,

i remember a series by @asmos-pet where the brothers get a cursed fleshlight that you can actually feel and that was absolutely gold. in reverse??? FANTASTIC LOVE THE IDEA

(Discussions of body horror. Mild, but still there)

YEAH!! YOU GET IT!!!

OK but what if that's just a normal part of demon courting? Like, to symbolize that you trust your partner with the most sensitive part of yourself. But of course, Mc doesn't know that. So one day one of the demons are really excited to give you a gift, and you have no idea what it could possibly be.

Until you open it and see a very realistic dildo. You think they just got a mold of their dick. Which is like. Weird. But not the weirdest thing they ever done. Until you pick it up and start touching it and your demon shivers. You think for a moment that the dildo is magically connected to their dick, which is like, cool and sexy.

Until they tell you that it's actually their real dick.

When your brain reboots you demand that they take their pants off, and yup. Their dick is just gone. They are now a Ken doll. You would be more disturbed by this if it wasn't also very hot.

Now you can tease them and they're powerless to stop it. Rutting against their desk does nothing to get rid of the pressure. They're forced to take it at your speed, no matter how much they beg.

OK but what about the bros being able to change their private parts? Like, if they want a pussy they just pull out their dick and wait till a new pussy grows in, or vise versa with a dick. Waiting until their new pussy to grow in before fucking it with their own dick.

God imagine doing that with the bigger demons too. Diavolo becoming an absolute size queen as he squirms on his dick. Beel taking his dick so deep it creates a tummy bulge. Or forcing them to go to RAD with their dick shoved in them, a chastity cage holding them in place. Every step jostling their dick, making them clutch down to create this never ending cycle.

Also I read that series!! It was very good! I'm thinking of doing something inspired by that!!

[hqcult]

SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend. 

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all. 

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his. 

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing. 

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer. 

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast. 

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink. 

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you. 

which reminds him… 

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks. 

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?" 

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath. 

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer. 

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made. 

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts. 

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses. 

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago. 

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges. 

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso. 

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you. 

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always. 

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?" 

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy." 

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back. 

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down. 

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole. 

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now. 

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air. 

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

 "please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock. 

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty." 

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy." 

"yes, momm — ugh." 

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out. 

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute. 

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?" 

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk. 

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars. 

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit. 

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight. 

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything. 

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs. 

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

[kotikaleo]

Oh okay, so...

It's 6:28 am, and I was lucky enough to my phone in my bed yesterday, because I woke up after a pretty tensed dream almost nightmare and yeah... I'm terrified to move anywhere, even to drink some water.

It's nothing super bad, this dream was even fun, but my fear is irrational and I see all kind of screamers all over place.

Also I haven't watched any horror movies or play any scary games before bed, it's just appeared, so I will write it here to calm down a bit.

It was kinda about FNAF. Just in case I do know all the lore of all games except for the last game. From latest game I know that... Sunny and Moon exist (I have no idea how they actually act like) and that Glamrock Freddy is cute. And that there is Vanessa. That's all, literally I know nothing (because I still want to watch playthought one day, but I'm too scared)

So yeah, my dream. I have no idea, but somehow I ended up on a "zone" similar to SCP, where they contained anomalies. They couldn't move Sunny anywhere and the only way to contain him was to build a zone around this mall (and they did). Also Sunny wasn't the only one there, there was some others, like Rat - big animatronic rat that made food. Mostly out of human. Lizard which appeared sometimes, and someone else... But I don't remember. Anyway, there was a big, huge zone for kids with ball pools and stuff, really funny and actually pretty tall. Good light up by huge windows in the side too. It was mostly cake and sweets themed but had a jungle section too. Somehow me and some other people (all grown ups) ended up there and we all knew something about that anomaly place. It's pretty easy to get lost, because tunnels and panels change all the time, and there was a scary creature made of steel which killed people on sight.

We were trying to get out (and noone was helping us, because noone knew how to deal with Sunny except of "don't fucking enter his territory". So we are running, trying to be quite, we found a few decoys - pretty realistic dolls in a size of the kids, and that kinda scared us more and in the end they got killed, one by one, and one literally in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and started crying And then someone took me with warm big hands lifted me and carried away. That was Sunny. Turned out that he looks in eyes of a person and sees are they grown up or not. And this place is not a place for grown-ups so he removes them (bodies too, he dumps them near exit). But if he can't see eyes he can't tell if it's a child or not, and thinks it's a child until proved otherwise. And also I was crying.

It was super scary at first, like omg and actual machine of killing holds me, but he was carrying and trying to play with me. And I did, because why not? I'm still neurodevergent butt with some childhood hyperfixations like ponies XD. I talked to him for a few hours and he protected me from Rat and brought a cheese sandwich for me. I was still a bit scared so I "manipulated" him a bit calling him my friend and then best friend. I was afraid and you know I was planning to use "you can't hurt your best friend" excuse if something went wrong, but we actually spent some good time together. And in the end I said that I want to go home and he brought me to the exit.

So that's how I was first ever survival in the Sunny zone. Then I remember being hired by SCP or something to actually study him and his behavior. At first I said no, because wtf, guys no money will pressure me to go there one more time. But in the end I agreed to go there because other people or got also too scared or failed acting like a child, and got killed, when I didn't need to act like I child I was acting like usuall, just not masking and having good time. And also that was a good opportunity to study Rat, because kitchen and Sunny's zone were covered and they weren't super successful in studying them too.

Also it was a nono in going in Sunny's zone at night because he changes at night to Moon, and even though they both kill people regularly, Moon was quicker and more aggressive. And also they suspected Moon to be another personality, so they might needed to experiment a bit with a way of dealing with him.

Anyway I went there and brought some of my ponies to Sunny. He was super happy, and one more time we spent some time together. At one point we were playing, and I got lost, and just called for him, and he came, climbed up to me and took me down (which showed that he can navigate around it no matter how much surroundings are changing around him). And there was a lot of hugs and small talks. I remember SCP guys and stuff were trying to make me do something bad or ask something I didn't want to (I had an earpods or something) but I just ignored them and refused)

And then everything got kinda blurry because I was waking up, but I remember incident when I was got almost killed by Rat, but one more time got protected by Sunny, and also another moment when SCP secured Rat and wanted me to talk to them, but they said nothing.

So yeah, this is my dream. I woke up super tensed and scared, but now I'm more or less fine, i will try to sleep now.

[dandelion-vines]

I honestly don't know what kinks to insert here, but I'm craving for some kinky fairy-sized Jaskier lol

Oh nonnie yes.

noncon in the beginning but jask kinda ends up liking it, i think that’s it, some somnophilia (geralt touches jask a lil in his sleep).

I’m thinking about cursed Jaskier, shrunk to about six, seven inches? He’s fucking annoying, and his little voice grates Geralt’s ears, tiny body clambering up Geralt’s armor to get to his shoulder, and he won’t stop complaining.

Honestly, Geralt’s just pissed ‘cause he’s about to have a heart attack. This week alone, Jaskier’s almost been eaten by four birds, taken off my two mice, nearly fallen out of Roach’s saddlebags thrice. And it’s only fucking wednesday.

Geralt’s tired. The bard was a handful when he was human-sized, but bit-sized— he’s fucking awful.

The fire warms his skin, always too cold, and Jaskier sleeps in one of his silken socks, the handkerchief thrown over his little body moving with each of his breaths. He’s cute, really, Geralt has to give him that, tiny lips parted just barely, brown hair flopping over his forehead as he sprawls.

And Geralt deserves this. For all the shit Jaskier’s put him through— not to mention he hasn’t gotten laid in so fucking long because of the foot-sized fucked he’s in charge of. Geralt absolutely deserves this.

He reaches out, using his thumb to rub over the little bulge in his friend’s doll clothes, wanting to taste. He well risks accidentally biting the man’s cock off, the length of a pinkie nail as it is, so he settles for second best.

Jaskier’s sleep clings to him as Geralt picks up in by the collar of his chemise, pulling off the bard’s breeches with one hand; he’d refused smalls, a crude little thing that apparently looked too much like a diaper for his liking, so Jaskier’s bare underneath, little cocklet so cute between his legs that Geralt could coo.

“G’rral,” he slurs out, uncaring of his nudity. He blinks, blue eyes staring up at the giant Geralt must be. “W’re you doing?” Ah, fuck it. Geralt brings the squirming bard to face lever, and drags the tip of his tongue between Jaskier’s cock— he can barely feel it, fuck — and Jaskier yelps before delving into a moan, tiny hands coming down to fist his little cocklet. Geralt gently pushes them away and keeps lapping at the bard’s cock, and watches him twitch and shudder as he cums, panting in midair.

“Geralt?” He sounds significantly more awake, and Geralt smirks, setting him in his lap before grabbing the tub of slick. He’d been about to jerk off tonight anyways. What’s so wrong in recruiting his friend for help? He groans at the heat of his palm against his swollen cock, giving it a couple pumps. His balls ache, so full after going without for so long. Jaskier looks up at his cock, a full head taller than he is.

“You’re not going to...” he pales, “fuck me, are you?” he squeaks. Geralt rumbles— now there’s a thought, using him as a cocksleeve, mouth gaping open as the crown of Geralt’s cock fuck out through it, Jaskier’s little body entirely impaled upon Geralt’s cock, oh fuck. Next time. For now, he wants to watch his bard, feel him against him.

He strips the bard of his chemise, leaving him nude as he takes Jaskier into his palm and holds his body flush against his cock. He’s so warm, small hands and arms coming to circle Geralt’s cock as much as it can as Geralt slowly starts dragging his body against it.

The friction’s heavenly, Jaskier’s body hot against Geralt’s cock as he drags him— Jaskier squeaks and mutters against him, his cocklet trapped between his body and the flesh of Geralt’s cock. He slowly works them off faster, pre dripping out of his slit and into Jaskier’s hair as Geralt bucks his hips, biting a grunt. Geralt can smell his cum again, and he’s sure his cocklet’s all red and bruised, crushed between them as it is but the the bard’s limp, eyes cockdumb as he’s used and the sight of his lax limbs and drunk expression send Geralt over, thrusting into his fist and dragging Jaskier quicker against his cock as he cums, and cums, and cums, drenching the bard. Giant droplets of cum slide down his face, he looks like he’s had a bath in it.

“Fuck,” Jaskier squeaks.

Geralt brings him up to his mouth, and licks him clean.

Fuck indeed, he’s never seen anything hotter.

[a-love-poet-at-heart]

Hi, thank for the costume pics. They are amazing. I really like sarah's red ballgrown (2nd one). Great work with the Erik, Krolock and zombie makeup. Your phantom dolls are also really cute. Like how you sewed Erik's deformity. So nice of you to give it to Derrick Davis and the rest of the cast. Do you collect dolls? I'm need sight correction too (otherwise pretty blind) - but I prefer to wear contacts over glasses. Who is your favorite POTO character?

Thanks! I’m planning on doing a photo set with all my Doll!Erik deformities. I’ve done Lon Chaney, US style since I didn’t know the restaged tour had a different one, restaged tour, and now I’m doing Leroux style. (also planning on doing a secret santa doll photo set including the Tanz ones)

Does having a lot of the ones you make count? I don’t REALLY collect dolls. I have a beautiful porcelain doll in vague historical clothing and a Japanese style doll in a kimono, but she’s more like a doll size statue as you literally cannot move anything on her. She’s gorgeous thou. Both of those were gifts, probably from my grandmother. I know my grandma used to have the Japanese one. I also have a some Monster High dolls, a few of the vampire ones and 2 Operetta, the daughter of the Phantom of the Opera. The only dolls I would kinda caught as a sort of ‘collector item” type thing are my Phantom of the Opera barbies I bought off ebay years back. Oh, and some really nice Halloween Barbies that are like actual collector items, “not playthings” as it was listed on the website. I’ve been thinking about getting a Ball jointed doll, thou. I really like the sort of customization aspect. I want to make pretty historical outfits for it and dress it up in them, basically. I have a historical costume itch and doll clothes are much smaller and easier. should probably dig out my old american girl dolls

I’m near sighted. So, when I’m wearing my contacts, I have perfect far sight, but my near sight is slightly impaired by them! That’s basically the reason I don’t like to wear them most of the time, also aesthetic, I really like my glasses.

Favourite Poto character is probably the trash sewer goblin himself. Side note: theres a lot of wiggle room in interpretations, isn’t there? To Book accurate skelly boi to half deformed but still kinda hot to Extremely hot with a little sunburn to extremely murderous freddie kruger to no deformity “It's in your soul. That the true distortion lies” aka Rat Fuck Phantom. I still feel embarrassed that that movie came out literally 6 days before I was born!

ALSO on rat fuck phantom, the dad of the Christine actress was the director! She has naked scenes. She fucks the phantom! The phantom rapes her! wtf man

ANYWAY, what’s your fav poto character?

Also, do you like opera? I’ve been on a Don Giovanni kick for the past few days. I’ve been listening to the same few songs some by the same few people on youtube. Peter Mattei’s Deh vieni alla finestra is sooooo pretty. And I love Rodney Gilfry’s Là ci darem la mano. And Dmitri Hvorostovsky’s Fin ch'han dal vino!! Pretty sad that Hvorostovsky died on the 22nd last month.

AND I am in love with Luca Pisaroni’s verison of the Catalogue Aria at the Glyndebourne last year. Best Leporello. Love how they updated the written list of Don Giovanni’s conquests to photos of them. And I love how he starts to throw them in the middle of the song. His acting is just amazing.