Poppy Playtime Picture Novels & Stories

I guess he just wanted to watch a movie for the popcorn. Popcorn was Xander’s obsession like Pizza was mine. A small smile made its way on my lips as I tried to focus on the movie. At the end of the movie, I cringed my nose when the guy sat down on one knee, proposing to the girl and she accepted his proposal. I yawned as the credits started rolling.

"Let's play a game." What? He didn't prepare an appropriate response for me, and the next thing he wanted to do was play a game with me. "I... can't." The words hung in my mouth; what if the game was more of a requirement for my freedom? Then I asked, "Is this related to my freedom? I don't believe my master wants to play a game with me." He chuckled slightly, "Yes, it was about your freedom. Let's Play isn't just a game. Games."

His thumb lingered, stroking my lips with a lazy, suggestive pressure. "I wouldn't have expected anything less from the woman I've set my sights on." He leaned in, whispering into my ear, "Since you already know, how about we start a new game?" His lips were almost pressed to my ear, his breath scorching against my skin. It sent a shiver down my spine. "Let's kick Dante out of the picture for good."

One of the pieces of advice Poppy gave me was to play some music or a podcast through your headphones while feeding, because it can be a long and boring process. But as of now I can't imagine ever feeling bored when she's in my arms. I get to stare at her for so long, notice tiny details about her, fantasize about her life and personality, and that's more interesting for me than any podcast around.

A short while later, he peeked at me again and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes. "Gladys, I wanna go to the wooden hut again…" Before he'd even managed to finish his sentence, someone suddenly opened his room door and walked in. I heard his mom addressing him." "Austin, have some fruit." Both of us had a shock. Austin was particularly frozen. Before he could turn his phone away, his mom walked into the frame and bent down, staring at me on the screen. I hadn't managed to duck out of sight. "Who's this, Austin?"

Countless times I had found myself twisting my nipples or sliding my fingers in and out of my hole while thinking about him. Three years later, we returned home for Mia’s twenty-first birthday celebration, and I felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation. I hadn’t seen the pack in so long, and the thought of reuniting with everyone filled me with happiness. As usual the party went well, and at the end of the day we were really exhausted and I offered to sleep over at Mia's

Before I could start, Reynolds’ wife, Linda, entered, her robe tied tight, her smile kind but tired, followed by their two daughters, the younger one from the door and an older one, maybe twelve, carrying a tray of cookies and juice. “Hi, you’re welcome to our home, you must be hungry,” Linda said, setting the tray down, her voice gentle. “Thank you Ma’am, and I’m sorry for intruding into your home by this time of the night,” I replied with a nod and a smile. She just waved her hands and smiled back. The girls hovered, the younger one giggling, the older one eyeing me curiously. “Come on, girls, it's time for bed. Let’s leave daddy to discuss work,” Linda said, but they lingered, the younger

Dan sat close to her, holding her hand, his worried eyes reflecting his love and concern. "Bianca," I began gently, "we have an idea that we think might bring some light into our lives. We want to create a routine filled with activities that can help your mind stay active and engaged." Bianca looked at us with a mix of confusion and anticipation. "What kind of activities?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Ivy stepped forward, holding one of the photo albums we had prepared. "We thought it would be nice to reminisce about all the beautiful moments we've shared over the years," Ivy explained, her voice filled with warmth. "These photos will help us remember and keep those memories

Poppy teases, reaching over to brush his hair back from his forehead. He yawns wide enough to show every little tooth, then blinks up at me. “Can I have pancakes?” “Pancakes?” I echo, feigning shock. “That’s a big request for someone who’s barely awake.” He shrugs, eyes already drooping again. “I like making them.” “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “That’s reason enough, baby.” Poppy watches us, her expression soft but full of something fierce beneath it. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” she asks quietly.

She buzzed as she waved a sketchbook she was holding up in my face like I was supposed to telepathically know what it meant. "Go away." I pulled a pillow over my head grumpily but that only earned me a chuckle from Miimii, of course, she didn't take me seriously. "One minute, I promise I'll let you be soon." I moved the pillow off my face and eyed her as I tried to gauge if she was tricking me or not with her plea. "One minute, and no more." I held up my index finger at her sternly and she nodded enthusiastically before almost jumping into my lap because she wanted to seat closely beside me.