Some Sketches And Animation Wip...............

SMALL BABYYY <3

The captain!! He's one of my favs

(To be clear my other favourites are Robin and Humphrey)

...Also I messed up and made him too small my bad

He has been babygirlified- yes I will make him a charm to my keys~

Coyle…really…? Haha

OKAY ABOUT SERIES 4!

I can't watch them until tomorrow afternoon... (somewhere around 2 pm) I have them all on my phone (no headphones tho rip to them) but I'm not home (I'm staying at some family's house and I have a flight at 9:50 am from Ireland)...

I will have almost 4 hours that I will spend at the airport... DOING NOTHING BUT WON'T BE ABLE TO WATCH THEN AS WELL! OR ON THE 3 HOURS FLIGHT!

I WILL EXPLODE

LOVE THE BALD CAT COYLE

I caved…

I’m drawing pathetic Leland Coyle kitty…

It’s so dumb. It’s

So dumb

EXCUSE ME HELLO?!? WHY AM I ONLY LEARNING ABOUT THIS NOW?!?

totally blown away to have found out this iconic scary picture is actually just of an animatronic halloween decoration. That picture and the Russian Sleep Experiment story had me in an absolute chokehold when i was a little kid, and even when i got older and accepted that it was fake, I still could never exactly account for what it was in that picture. Assumed it was some really good prosthetics, made for a macabre art piece or, I hoped, for some really obscure horror movie that I might be able to find someday. Nope! his name is Spazm and he’s from Spirit Halloween

4 DAYS!!! SERIES 4 IN 4 DAYS!!!

more Thomas gifs cause I can

HELLO, SO UM- My pookies moots urged me on to write Coyle pussy fic so I uhhhh... I did... I don't think it's worth posting on ao3 so here it goes...

nsfw fic under cut

Panties Business

Coyle was passing through the hallway with a severe scowl plastered on his features, Easterman really outdone himself this time with the new “uniform” idea… And now Leland was pacing around the police station in a skirt. 

A skirt…

A DAMN SKIRT! What shame- 

He was pissed and most certainly was gonna give a piece of his mind to the doctor when they saw each other later.

“Yer a fuckin’ bitch!” the officer barked out as he slammed open the doors to Hendrick’s office after the trial. “Ya know that? Embarrassin’ me and all!” he grumbled when Easterman raised his eyebrow in question.

 “What do I owe the pleasure, Leland?” the older man asked placing his pen back down on the desk and leaning against his chair.

The policeman gives him a furious look gesturing viciously to the skirt in a silent protest against his attire.

The doctor’s gaze falls on the navy fabric of the skirt then slowly rises back up… “Yes? I would appreciate verbal communication if you would.”

“The blasted thing!” he replies angrily. “The fuck would ya make me wear that?!” he huffs folding his arms on his chest.

The taller man raises to his feet and deliberately strolls over to the prime asset with an unwavering gaze focused on his eyes. 

“It has its purpose, Leland…”

“Yeah? And what’s that, huh?” Coyle barks out but before he can think of any other question or taunt, he nearly gasps at the slap of both of the doctor’s hands on his butt. He thinks about protesting but Easterman’s palms smooth over his ass and dip under the hem of his skirt, caressing up his thighs. 

“Acces, Leland.” Hendrick purrs while his hands travel further up to his hip. 

“B-Bastard homo… ‘fcourse-” Coyle mutters not making any attempt to move away.

Instead, the older man pauses with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You aren’t wearing panties.” he moreso states than questions. 

The cop’s face flushes slightly as he looks away “Shut up.” he whispers when he feels Hendrick’s fingers trace against the curly bush on his mound. “It’s none of yer business why I don’t-” his hips chase the soft brush of the fingertips against him.

“You like not to wear them, don’t you, Leland?” Easterman’s hand dips further down between the officer’s thighs as they seem to open up for him on their own accord, old habits die hard~ “What if I found a nice alternative for you, hm?”

This time it’s Coyle’s turn to raise his eyebrow… “The fuck ya mean…” he mumbles with a shaky breath as the others fingers begin to tease the outside of his pussy, stroking gently before dipping past the folds and tracing against the soaking slit of his entrance. 

“Let’s say… what if I get you a toy to wear inside your slutty cunt during trials? Then you will have to wear panties to ensure it doesn’t slip out… Yes?” Easterman whispers in his ear, fingers finally digging into Leland’s wet pussy and curling up against his inter walls to seak that special spot that makes him see stars.

The cop moaned and grasped his shoulders, head falling against the dark, pristine suit of the doctor. “F-Fuck… Y-ya got my attention…” he whimpered as his cunt gets pumped with two long digits of the man before him.

“Look at you Leland, clenching around my fingers like a needy bitch you are…” Hendrick chuckles to spite the prime asset but he secretly loves the way Coyle’s body begs for more of him… He continues to thrust his hand and adds his thumb into the mix to play with the police officer’s clit in lazy circles that draw the most pathetic sound out of his mouth. “So wet and ready for me…” he teases.

“Mnnh- f-fuck me already-” a plea rips from the cop’s throat, a broken cry of carnal desire that Easterman knew all too well.

“I don’t have time right now, I have a meeting in a few minutes.” he begins to pull his fingers out of his needy slit but is met with a whine of protest and a squeeze to his shoulder, thighs clutching at his arm to prevent him from pulling out. He sighs dramatically rolling his eyes, he almost smiles at the attention-seeking behaviour of his companion but quickly schools his expression back to an emotionless grimace. “You are so deprived.” Hendrick swiftly thrusts his fingers back deep into the others cunt with a wet, gushy squelch and begins to finger Coyle skillfully. 

A cacophony of moans and gasps spill from Leland’s mouth as he grips his shoulder tighter. His knees begin to tremble as his pleasure begins to build in the pit of his stomach, the sounds becoming more obscene the longer his sweet spots keep getting assaulted… Soon enough he is overtaken by his climax. He clings to Easterman’s neck as a warm gush of his release squirts out of his pussy and pools at his feet; his legs tremble and threaten to give out under him. 

“There we go… made a mess as always, clean up before you leave.” Hendrick slips his digits out of the tightened, twitching cunt with a wet sloppy sound and observes in satisfaction as the juices drip down both of Coyle’s thighs. “Now, if you promise to wear panties next time, I promise to get you a nice toy, yeah?” the doctor purrs in his ear before pulling away and licking his hand off the mess of arousal left by Leland, this time not being able to stop the pleased smile from appearing on his face.

“D-deal…” the cop huffs trying to steady himself against the desk from the intense orgasm he just received; his forehead pressed against the glossy surface of the wood. 

Easterman smoothed his clothes down and turned to the door, ready to leave for the meeting. That’s one way to make Coyle behave and he had to admit that judging by the erection in his pants, it certainly was his favourite way to make him behave. 

I know that it's not related at all to my blog at this point but...

I LOVE MY FAVOURITE MAN!