#UGH I missed drawing Poppet so so so much

[cupophrogs]

Nightstuck Poppet!!

(au belongs to @bunnyspine) I honestly adore the whole concept and vibe of this au, and I could not resist putting my funny jack-in-the-box-jester in some pjs and throwing them into a world of existential horrors!!!

I thought about Poppet and their box becoming like a little hiding spot for Wally, since Poppet would be difficult for Home to access unless the box is wound and opened! Though I suppose it's dangerous to be stationary when a Prowling Puppet is after you... Regardless, Wally seems so lonely, so if he can sneak past Sally, perhaps Poppet can keep him company!

Mini-comic: "HIDE"

I wonder who wound the box?

Extra stuff under the cut :DD

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Not Like You (Master x Reader x Missy)

"Go through that..." The Master gestured. "Off you pop!" You blinked at the portal looking energy before you. "So you can understand why I'd be reluctant to step into something that you refuse to explain nor pass through yourself, right?" You chewed your lip. "Oh come on! Tick tock! Tick tock!" The Master flailed his arms wildly as he moved towards you. "Don't make me push you!" "Promise me it's nothing weird and it's harmless!" You demanded. He paused, pondering it. "Nothing weird and...harmless." He sucked his teeth. "Nah! Can't promise you that- bye!" "Wai-wah!?" You screeched as the master pushed you. 

Your full body seemed to tingle before your eyes opened as you regained your balance. You immediately took in your surroundings. You weren't in the Tardis anymore, that was for sure. It actually looked more like a cave. That was when you heard a scoff. "Won't even fall for me? Ugh! Pitiful!" You froze at the voice. That voice was familiar and you had missed it more than anything. You slowly turned as your eyes watered with tears. 

You gasped, covering your mouth, to see Missy standing before you. Leaning mostly on one leg and her arms crossed with a smirk. "Missy?" You managed out. "The one and only!" She posed. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to show up? You're off gallivanting around and I took the opportunity to sneak away and return before you notice I was gone and you haven't made it easy by being late!" "I-I don't understand." You said, your eyes still wide. Missy sighed. "I kept the other you in my time occupied so I could meet you. I am from your past, no?" Your hands trembled. "I can't believe you're here." You sobbed. "I hope those are happy tears, poppet-" Missy was cut off as you ran toward her and squeezed her tightly in a hug. The action startled her as she looked somewhat confused at her hands, not really knowing what to do. After a moment, she hugged you back. "Are you alright?" She asked. "I miss you so much." You replied.  "Poppet, I'm pretty certain I was the one who sent you here. " Missy said. "Although I could only hope I'm prettier. Doubt I could get prettier but it is a lottery." She chuckled to herself. "You're different." You said drawing her attention back to you as you broke away. "I don't recognise you. He's a whole other person. I don't even know if he remembers being you." You wiped away a tear. "I know you said you change but I didn't expect a whole other person." You explained. Missy wiped away another stray tear. "Regeneration is always confusing for us at first but the memories, even if a little fuzzy at times will be there. A new body is always going to take time to get used to." Missy searched your eyes. "Are you worried I have forgotten you?" "I think you've forgotten what I meant to you." You said shakily. Missy hummed in amusement. "Well aren't you a silly sausage? That isn't how it works poppet. It might feel foreign but you'll still mean very much to me." "I miss you." You whispered. "As would I," Missy lifted your chin to meet her gaze. "I haven't left, poppet. I might look different or act different but, if anything, trust me when I tell you that I'm still with you." Missy held your face in her hands as she gently pressed a kiss to your lips. The Master looked up at the sound of a whir. You stood before him, teary-eyed but smiling nonetheless. "Have fun?" The Master asked. You caught his wrist as he -dramatically- stumbled back, unable to turn away. "Thank you." You whispered. "Of course, love!" The Master replied almost dismissively. "No really," You tightened your grip on him. "thank you." You hugged him tightly. The Master was still. After a moment you felt his arms wind around you as he kissed the top of your head. "It's alright, poppet." You smiled tearfully. Perhaps the Master wasn't so different after all.

[ourladytamara]

Disciplinary Action

Tamara 6/21/2021 - @_ourladytamara

cws: blackmail, degradation, cnc kind of

“If that’s the case,” your Mistress continues, “then what is this?”

You weren’t truly sure how to answer that. Sure, you knew that the wealthier barons of Shadow Piedmont were stricter, more modern, but the degree of difference in your new residence compared to your hometown of Cauchemar d’Ombre continued to stagger you.

Before you sat a television screen, a grainy video tape playing on the black-and-white screen. It was you, two days ago; you darted behind a rack in the wine cellar you were certain was hidden from view. Mistress, of course, demands that her servants be kept at absolutely-maximal productivity and clarity of mind – and for that reason, she demanded strict oaths of chastity from each of you, an oath you were certain you’d get away with breaking.

Mistress tied you to a chair when she found out. You woke up like this, groggy and delirious – it’s only been an hour, and yet all of your pleas have fallen on utterly-deaf ears. Every explanation and excuse you’ve offered has been shot down, but only now do you see why. Security cameras were practically unheard of, back in your hamlet, and you’d been caught with your skirt down – literally.

“Huh? No answer, whore? Do you think it’s cute to ignore your Mistress?”

“No!” you interject, suddenly frightened into words, “not at all, Mistress, I promise! It’s… I-I just…”

“You just what?” she continues to prod, snapping at you with the black riding crop in her gloved hand. She’s an older woman, easily twice – perhaps thrice – yourself in years. Silver hair hangs down in a neat, organized bob, matching her white summer dress – and contrasting vividly with her black gloves, black boots, and black crop. “Go on, tell me – tell me everything, actually.”

You stammer, cheek still glowing red from the strike of leather. You’ve never seen her this angry, not since the last girl was found stealing sugar cubes from Mistress’s tea set without permission, and she’s not been seen for two weeks. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks in big, fat drops.

“I’m disappointed, truly.” Mistress growls, staring at you with murderous eyes. “I expected better from one of my best maids, and yet here you are, unable to so much as answer me? It’s pathetic. I should’ve known you were a whore from the get-go.”

With that, she seems to be out of time to waste. Fluid motions accompany her as she darts behind you, dress waving with her movements in the stuffy cellar air. She’s out of sight, something you learned to dread early on. Mistress might’ve devoted much of the chateau’s ground to her croquet hobby, but her true calling seemed to be in inflicting misery on those she hired.

In seconds she returns – now, gripping a long, knobby brass dildo in her hand, a black leather strap looped around it at the back with buckles and studs. It’d be stunningly beautiful if not for your intimate knowledge of exactly what came next. Mistress only bothered fucking her employees when she was truly, genuinely irate – the rest of the time it fell to her burlier, well-hung groundskeepers, who kept the waifish manor girls in line rather effectively.

“I can tell from your eyes that you’re oh-so excited, poppet, but you really shouldn’t be.” she coos, well aware of the fear making you visible quake in your seat. “I’m sure you remember what happened to dear Alice, don’t you?”

Alice was the last servant girl to be caught pleasuring herself without Mistress’s permission – you’ve not seen her since she was given the permanent task of ‘master bathroom attendant,’ and that was three months ago. You gulp, sweat now joining the tears in the cascade of terrified moisture down your red face.

“Ahh, she didn’t last long before I had to reassign her – not many can take me all the way, after all, even you lowly little whores.” Mistress continues, lifting her dress to reveal her bare pussy and body beneath. She’s gorgeous beyond words, skin soft and gently wrinkled with age and the warm Provencal sun. If you weren’t quaking from terror you’d’ve been salivating. She steps each leg gingerly through the leather straps, bringing the dildo up and fastening it around her waist. Her impeccably-soft, squishy-looking quim is hidden behind it, nestled against several knobs and bumps designed for her to rub against.

“To be honest, I’m not enthusiastic about your odds – at least little Alice had the smarts to fuck herself outside of view of the cameras.”

She steps forward, now looming over you, dress held up in one hand while the other strokes her cock. A bottle of high-quality olive oil on the table beside you provides ample lubrication, glistening in her fingers as she picks up and begins to spread it over new appendage.

“Now, that slut brain of yours may not be capable of higher thought or conceptualizing consequences, but you are still one of my better servants – surely, you’ll be able to learn from your mistakes.

With a grunt, she grabs you by the throat, forcing you to look up at her. She scowls down at you before spitting straight onto your face, slapping you seconds after before pulling you out of your seat and onto the cellar floor. You thud, landing chest-first with your pert ass held high in the air. A snap of the crop impacts your tender cheek, drawing out a particularly-bitchy little whine out of you.

“Ugh. You lot disgust me – it’s a shame I can’t maintain the chateau on my own or I would’ve reassigned all of you to the brothels decades ago.” your Mistress hisses, grabbing your reddened ass with a hand to guide herself down towards you. “It’s clearly a task better suited for you rural girls – proper education would be a waste on such feeble, simple minds.”

A lubricated finger slides into your pert asshole. You shudder, whimpering and bucking in sudden pleasure and fear. Mistress groans.

“As I expected – the slightest touch and you’re practically ready to cum. How do you live with yourself? Do you have no shame?”

Another finger slides inside, prodding up against your prostate with almost flawless precision. You yelp, writhing in excitement at it, unable to control yourself as you start to drool onto the ground beneath you. Mistress pulls her fingers out as she feels you loosen around them, giving you precious few seconds before slamming her metallic cock into you at full speed. It’s cold, hard, agonizing as it slides into your innards; it’s far bigger than anything you’ve taken before. Every squeal and pathetic noise from your parted lips only seems to further infuriate her.

“Shut up, you fucking wretch! This is not for your own enjoyment – it’s a lesson to be learned, about the value of chastity and the consequences of failure.” she barks, pushing forward again until her strap is eight inches inside of you.

The world’s spinning. Colors and lights form in your vision only to be disrupted by countless more. Pleasure slams into pain like a cargo train derailing. Your mind has nowhere to go, nowhere to flee from the onslaught; all you can do is writhe on the floor and take it the way you’ve always taken it, the way you so desperately longed to take it.

Mistress bottoms out in you, her hips slapping against your ass with every violent, teeth-bared thrust. The leather pad attached to the dildo rubs up against your balls, barely concealed by your frilly uniform. It’s too much, everything is too much; the colors and lights in your mind begin to swirl together, drawn down a whirlpool of consuming pleasure. If the stretching and force were painful, which you were certain they were, it was impossible to focus on them – pleasure dampens all sensation like a sunshade, leaving you utterly vulnerable to your her assault.

“This is how a whore like you deserves to be treated, isn’t it? This is what you fucking deserve, isn’t it, you fucking indignant little bitch?”

And vulnerable you were. With a particularly forceful thrust of her hips, the brass tip of the dildo slams at just the right angle to quickly milk an orgasm out of your whorish cock. In seconds you’re barely able to support your weight on the ground, legs collapsing as you slide off Mistress’s strap with a wet, sticky pop. Amber oil leaks from your hole and the tip of her instrument, dripping into golden puddles on the ground below you. Shaky breaths fill your empty lungs, sucked through lips sullied with sweat and tears.

Mistress looms over you for a moment, panting, before she begins to untie the ropes binding you. They come undone and fall around you, limp on the ground, a mirror image of your body itself.

“Hmph. A quickshot, as expected. It seems like the sluttiest maids always last the shortest – I suppose you’ve disappointed me twice, then.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, practically whispering.“It w-won’t happen again, Miss. I promise.”

Mistress pauses for a moment before sighing. She regards you with hostile eyes. “I suppose that’s something of a lesson learned – but you’re still on a short rope, poppet.”

“T-thank you for keeping me on the rope at all, Miss.”

She snaps you across the ass again with her crop.

“Now hurry up and clean up this mess you’ve made – I won’t have cumstains in my cellar.”