Poppy Playtime Yarnaby Fanart Novels & Stories

club. “I’m not a fucking doll!” Poppy snatched up the bag of her clothes, seething at the disregard for her things, “I may not be a rich, spoiled heiress who gets the best of the best. I worked hard for what I had and I doubt very much that if you were on your own at 17 you could have done better while paying for college and working for a thieving bitch. So fuck off. No one asked me what I liked, what colors or styles I preferred. No one bothered to see if I liked frilly dresses or pants. No. You all just decided that I was some mindless, brainless toy to play dress up with. I’m a fucking human being. With fucking opinions. And I absolutely hate the color pink. Seriously, I’m a red head. Do

"Nicole, this is my birthday present for you! Happy birthday! I hope you stay pretty every day." Nicole took it, already smiling, but paused after a closer look. Something about it felt…off. "What did you draw?" she asked. There were circles, triangles, and rectangles all over the page. It looked a little abstract. Then again, Poppy was five. Expectations had to stay realistic. Poppy leaned in to explain. "This is Zeph, this is you, this is me, and this is Cola. We're all holding hands and living happily in the same house."

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

I asked Xavier if he liked sports, then asked Poppy what her hobbies were, and after a while the tension relaxed. “Um, Gamma Rory, why do your nails look like that?” Poppy asked. Rory smiled, “Because I was born awesome. These things can cut through fruit like a knife. Wanna see?” Xavier and Poppy’s eyes lit up, and they both nodded. She grabbed the apple from Poppy’s plate, threw it in the air, and sliced it with her hand. “COOL!” They both said. Raul walked in and chuckled, “Showing off again, Rory?”

Night arrived in the form of a house that was too big and a small child who still had enough fuel for an entire nation. Poppy had already had her bath and was wearing purple unicorn pajamas that had started fading from being washed too many times. Her long hair was half dry and falling messily down her back. Her bangs still covered half her forehead because she had, of course, refused to clip them back on the grounds that she “had an image.” In one hand she held Bunny. In the other, she held a Barbie she had, for reasons known only to herself, decided today was “coastal Barbie.”

I replied to him as I played with the ballpen in my hand. "Sir, I mean it. Miss Yasha is really beautiful," he repeated when his eyes diverted on the television, showing Yasha's commercial for cologne. "Orlando Venturano. Spill it." "Sir. It's so yucky. I told you not to call me by that name. Eww. You even mentioned my name completely. Argh," he pouted, feeling disgusted. I threw him a death glare causing for him to smile again.

It’s a whole collection of bunny wear: sweatshirts, sweats, tank tops, shorts, and more. Zander: Morgan, this is amazing! Morgan: I want to release it as a fundraiser for an anti-bullying campaign. Zander: Izzy will be so thrilled to hear that. Morgan: I wanted to make Izzy a special OG Bunny sweatshirt. What’s her favorite color? Zander: Yellow. Can you make it baby yellow? Morgan: Absolutely. Zander: You’re the best, Morgan. Morgan: I know. Lol. Zander: Ok, I should probably get some sleep.

She mumbles sadly as she looks at all of my things laying across the table. "Well, I visited mum today. The doctors have allowed her to have her knitting needles back. She made us both a throw for our beds" I hold up two neatly folded brightly coloured knitted throw blankets. "Do you want yellow or peach?" "Oooh I love the peach, gimme" Poppy hold out her hands and makes a grabbing motion. I softly throw the material at her and she catches it, immediately bringing it to her face. "Oh that's so soft, she's so sweet. What's with the rest of it?" She asks, slightly happier now that she has a comfy blanket.

Aunt Carolyn babbled, “I’ve been putting off finishing this baby blanket for Carter and Macie’s newest addition. You know she’s due any day, right?” “Right.” “The baby is a boy. Always a boy in this family, so I have every color of blue yarn you could imagine. I wanted something different for each of my grandchildren. Thane’s baby blanket is navy blue and Kyler’s blanket is turquoise. It’s so sweet Ky still needs that blanket every night before he can sleep even when he claims to be a big boy. Gib’s blanket is robin’s egg blue. Channing won’t let him have it in his crib anymore because she’s afraid he’ll tie it around the slats and use it to climb out.”

“Now crawl to every guy here and introduce yourself properly. Tell them your rule.” There were only three other men in the room with him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled slowly and seductively across the floor, swaying my hips and arching my back to look as slutty as possible. I stopped in front of the first man. “My name is Poppy,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. “I love cock, cum, and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don’t tell my husband.”