#if ur unaware it allows your doll to pull their knees up to their chest

[undasura]

im excited to try to print/assemble a doll with the double joint in the hips... i want to have dolls with actually good posing LOL

[saintbalor-blog]

“ NEW NEIGHBOR, NEW F*CK BUDDY, OR BOTH ? “

REQUEST: hi! i know u’ve got a ton of requests but could you do one where u and ur family are new to Derry and when ur parents hear about all the missing kids they ask ur next door neighbor (who just so happens to be patrick hockstetter) if he can escort you to and from school?? take it which ever direction you want!! REQUEST: A story where Patrick is your very creepy but very hot neighbor and you can’t get enough of him

“I don’t need a chaperone, mom.”

Sitting at the foot of her brand new houses’ wooden staircase, courtesy of her father switching jobs for the millionth time, Y/N allowed an annoyed groan to escape the opening of her lips as she gloomily looked on to the front door to await the arrival of her mystery ‘chaperone’. Her face rested in the palms of her clammy hands with her elbows propped up against her exposed knees, the usual nerves for the first day not cutting her a break even if she’s done this more than enough times.

“Honey, we love you and don’t want you to become another statistic for this town.” Her mother sighed, drying her pruned up hands from washing dishes before taking a seat at the dinner table littered with a variety of breakfast foods — a ‘tradition’ they deemed necessary on all of her first days, though, she never actually partook in. “The Hockstetter’s next door warned us about all the disappearances that have been occurring lately. Can you really blame us for worrying?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the sound of her father snickering at the neighbor’s last name again, having heard enough of his jokes on it for the past hour. Her mother smacked her husband’s arm, shooting him a scowl and a stern ‘grow up’ as she began digging into the stack of pancakes she had freshly made for her family. Glancing up at her daughter’s mopping figure by the door, her knife and fork working on cutting a triangle from her pancake, she cracked a small smile at the effort her daughter put into her appearance.

“You look beautiful, by the way, darling.” She kindly mentioned, only receiving a brisk ‘thank you’ in return and a lack of mood change from her hormonal daughter.

The obnoxious knocking at their front door saved them from the awkward silence that was sure to follow, her father too engrossed on this morning’s newspaper and Y/N not feeling up to participating in her mother’s weak attempt to make the lame idea seem better than it was. An exasperated sigh left Y/N when she pushed herself off of the step, swinging her book bag onto her shoulder and smoothening out the present wrinkles on her brand-new dress.

Shooting her mother one last pleading look to call the idea off, her mother shaking her head in a silent ‘no’, Y/N placed an unwanted hand on their doorknob and turned to look at her mother with narrowed eyes.

“All I’m saying is that you should trust me enough to defend myself if necessary and the idea of a chaperone is absolutely — “ The long, drawled out speech she planned on spewing to her mother was silenced from the sight of the attractive boy standing opposite to her. “necessary.” His lips, glosses over from his tongue skimming over them, curled into a smirk that Y/N didn’t completely understand the full meaning behind yet; he had heard her every word due to how loud she had been.

Her mother beamed at the sight of her daughter appreciating her morning and afternoon arrangements, unaware of the irony that of all people to protect her daughter from danger she had chosen Patrick Hockstetter. She had chosen Patrick Hockstetter, the literal embodiment of all things dangerous, to have her daughter all to himself for a good thirty minute walk and now she was watching as her daughter mingled with what was basically the devil’s incarnate.

“Someone needed a chaperone for their little girl?” Patrick was ecstatic about the strong reaction he emitted from the new girl, her lack of knowledge on who exactly he was helping her in being more bold at how physically attractive she found him, the heart eyes practically oozing off of her when she let her Y/E/C eyes linger over his body a second or ten too long.

“Thank you so much for doing this, Patrick. You have no idea how much it means to us for you keep our little girl safe after all that happened here.” Y/N’s father was the one to break the silence this time, not pleased with the way her daughter was gawking at the strange boy or the way the strange boy leered down at his girl with an intent that seemed far from the friendly his parents had hesitantly promised.

Catching the way the Hockstetter boy lecherously licked his lips when his daughter squatted down to tie her shoes, inconveniently right in front of him in a way that sent Patrick’s mind racing into all the possibilities he could live out in their newly gifted alone time, her father slammed the newspaper down onto the table. His wife shot him a questioning glance at his sudden burst, seeing no harm in the situation as she missed Patrick’s perverted reaction on her daughter.

“We’re gonna head out now. Bye!” Y/N called over her shoulder, not allowing her father the time to take back the chaperone offer and happily stepping out of the reliable safety of her home with Patrick at her side — unaware of the reality check that was about to smack her in the face once they were alone.

“I don’t trust that boy.” Her father crudely remarked once the newly acquainted kids were out of his home, scrunching his nose up in contemplating thought while he tried to pin-point why exactly the boy had made him feel off, agitated that his wife wasn’t sharing the same concern. “It was your idea, sweetheart.” 🎈

Her hyper imaginative teenage girl mind had the events for their lonesome walk to school already planned out once they stepped off of her home’s stoop and Patrick’s skinny arm had immediately plopped itself around her shoulders. A little flirting here and there combined with some ‘accidental’ touches on her part were her idea of subtly letting him know she was into him. The only problem with what she thought was a fool proof plan was that Patrick Hockstetter wasn’t about subtlety, his course of reaction resembled more of a child who saw a toy he wanted on a shelf and wouldn’t stop until it was in his hands.

“Aren’t you scared?”

Y/N’s question had been harmless, a simple conversation starter escaping her mouth before she could reconsider it but Patrick had other, more entertaining, uses for her mouth instead of small talk. Lecherous eyes landing on an alley a step ahead of them, he could practically see all the sinful thoughts he had about the girl, when he first saw her in that short dress, coming to life right in front of him.

Removing his arm slung around her, Patrick grinned down at her in a way that made her feel more unsettled than safe as he took a hold of her wrist, his fingers pressing hard against the bone and earning a pained squeak from her. Not allowing her to get a word of protest out, he pulled her into the dimly lit space between the building and pushed her up against the dirty side of the corner store. Situating his bony knee between her thighs under her dress and trapping her in place by putting his hands on both sides of her, he felt a familiar feeling in his pants at the sight of her shaking in fear under him.

She could feel her attraction towards the boy dwindling with each second that passed by, wishing she would have continued protesting against her mother at the idea as she watched the way Patrick looked down at her, a way she recalled seeing in the lame science documentaries her teachers made her watch on animal predators in the wild life. Her dilated pupils darted from side to side in search of someone to rip this surprising pervert off of her, a tiny part of wanting to see how this would play out; not used to having someone this attractive be this forceful.

“How did you expect to come out all dolled up in this dress and not have me want you as soon as we were alone?” Patrick let his left hand fall against the side of her face, feeling the bumps of his knuckles run along her delicate feature until his palm landed on her neck, his fingers holding onto the back of her neck. His thumb rubbed along her windpipe where it was struggling to get out even breaths due to how steady his eye contact was and how his touch felt so right on her.

“Stop, someone’s gonna see.” Y/N tried, her first word against him lacking the conviction necessary to even allow her to believe she meant it.

Shaky breaths left her throat when she felt the coldness of his palm ride up her inner thigh, his index finger delicately tracing circles over the fabric of her underwear and the excited glint in his eyes directed at her body melting under his touch. Leaning down so his teasing lips were at level with her ear, the pressure of his finger against her underwear increasing by the second, she felt his warm tongue against the side of his neck as her face flushed crimson. “Even better, they’ll know I had you first.”

“I’m not having sex in an alley before my first day of school.” Y/N’s words were shaky but still there, her hands lightly pushing against his chest to stop the trail of sloppy kisses he was working on leaving, his saliva glistening against her skin as he pulled away.

A flash of anger was evident in his facial features at her having the audacity to stop him from enjoying himself, his fingers pausing their movement between her legs, but it subsided when a different course of action popped into his brain. Frown quickly morphing into a grin filled with dangerous intent, he moved his hand away from in between her legs and gripped her face, tilting it up to look at him.

“Alright, no sex now, but when we get you home, you’re going to let me fuck you as hard I want.” His words, despite the sexual connotation, sounded murderous to her ears as she rapidly nodded in agreement — afraid of the after scene if she dared disagree with his actions twice in less than five minutes. “Good, now let’s show you off to my friends.”