#poppy speaks

[poppy-metal]

do you like the grump sunshine trope for the giggles and laughs or do you like the idea of pestering someone being your most annoying self to someone and having them still stick around instead of thinking you're too much and do you also like the idea of being special enough to someone to be one of the few people someone who doesn't normally smile, chooses to smile at. do you wish the rays of your affection weren't received with shunned squinted eyes, and instead actually warmed someone and made their life better, added something to it. do you wish you were needed and unable to be replaced because someone needed your 'too much' because it was just enough for them, for once you're enough.

[apopcornkernel]

this panel always makes me go ballistic the way he drawls it, sardonic, but at the same time you know there's still the kid inside who idolized his father, who would proudly proclaim that batman could take anything in stride, had the ultimate trust that bruce would be able to save him, and all this love and love has now crystallized into something sour, wine into vinegar, leaning back watching his father scramble to disarm the bomb he planted, i never get tired of watching you work.

[undercoverkernel]

[lorelei-system]

[buckymorelikefuckme]

big sigh... i wanna write something but brain says no :(

[tired-twili]

Poppy Playtime chapter 3 was rlly somthing omg

The first two chapters were great and fun to play but chapter 3 is genuinely terrifying. Miss delight- hated her, daydog- I got chills seeing him in the prison cell, CatNap- really interesting but scary

And don't even get me started on the Hour of Joy and the big bodies initiative. Like the first 2 chapters made it seem like it just be another mascot scary game, but no it took such a dark turn and I'm lovinggg it.

[poppy-metal]

a princess and her knight is so romantic so carnal wdym you'd happily die for me lay down your life for me spend every night standing at my door and take a vow of celibacy so you can fill your day with just the task of looking after me? do u want to fuck just say that.

[apopcornkernel]

i see some confusion on tumblr as well, so let's clear up the issue of Gaming's name

嘉明 gaa1 ming4

sample via twitter user @/lilysqingxin

pronounced like gah-ming

expert mode: gah (high nasal) ming (downward)

NO it's not the english word “gaming”

this is Cantonese, not Mandarin (which would be pronounced Jiaming)

it's romanized as Gaming and not Ga Ming because that’s how Genshin romanizes given names

most of the chinese speakers i’ve personally seen, both cantonese and non-cantonese, are leaning towards hyphenation: Ga-ming

but yeah, that’s it!! welcome gaming we’re so happy to have you 🥹

[poppy-metal]

miguel being so sexually repressed he's been too busy and heartbroken to indulge in self pleasure or the touch of a woman in years. sometimes he jerks off in the shower but its always mechanical, a means to an end. he doesn't take his time. doesn't relish in it. miguel who suddenly has so many sexual thoughts and desires bombarding him because you came into his life and his dick has a mind of its own out of nowhere. miguel who has to take matters into his own hands, literally, because he can't take it anymore and he takes time he never has before on his body all because of you. thinks about where your soft as he strokes a hand down the hard lines of his stomach, thinks about how much softer you'd be between your legs as he wraps a hand around his thick and leaking cock. twists one of his nipples cause he imagines you'd be a little brat who'd nip and paw at him as he pushed into your tight cunt, split you wide open on him. moans into the quiet of his room as his fist works over his hard flesh in languid strokes. squeezes his head to try and mimic the feeling of your plush hole enveloping him. has to spread his thighs, his toes curling into his sheets because hes so lost in the sensation, just from fucking his own hand like a mad man. his balls fat and heavy, bouncing against the bottom of his fist and the wet slap makes him think about the sloppy slide of your bodies meeting, and that makes him needier. the need to fuck, to fill, to breed has never been so prominent in his life as it is now and he kinda wants to bite your head off for it. he's no longer a sensible man. you've turned him into a beast, a pathetic panting man who can't be around you for a day without beating off into his cock fantasizing about punishing you for what hes become.

[poppy-metal]

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." monster bf and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes." gf

[poppy-metal]

being at a party and being dared to give jordan a lap dance. being so fucking nervous because you're just a freshman and they're one of the most popular supes on campus - they're eyeing you up as you stumble over like a newborn fawn, spreading their legs and adjusting their hips as they just watch you. no encouraging smile, just dark eyes curious about what you'll do. its stiff at first, your dancing, people giggle at you, you want to throw up with nerves but then you feel warm hands at your waist. the metal of their rings digging into your sides as they lean in to murmur in your ear, "relax, freshman. just lean into it - I'm not gonna bite."

but they will, you're sure of it. you've seen their bite. but still, you do as they say. you want to please them, anyway, more than you want to complete the stupid dare. so you let the music guide how you move, you turn so your back is to jordan, leaning until your palms are on their spread thighs, and you rock your hips in slow circles. each sway bringing your ass closer to their crotch. you hear jordans intake of breath, the faint "goddamn," they let slip out when you arch your back. it fills you with light, knowing you're affecting them and not just being a joke. their hands end up assisting you, thumbs hooking through the belt loops on your ridiculously short shorts and guiding your hips back and forth against them. you're fully on their lap now, ass plush with their pelvis.

the people around you have moved on, the dare is technically over, but you dont stop. not when jordan grunts, "fuck," when your ass brushes against them, you feel them at your back again, "you're making me so fucking wet. who taught you to move like that, huh?"

you flush at the notion of turning jordan on. rocking against them harder. "no one," you gasp, clit throbbing. you feel their hands move again, palms smoothing up and down your thighs, your hips, gliding under the cheeks of your ass where they peek out of your shorts.

"so its all for me?" they sound pleased about that being true.

you nod, nearly squeaking when they suddenly shift, the hands becoming bigger, and you're being brought back, and they're lifting their pelvis just a little. you go hot when you feel the hard bulge of their cock press between your legs as they settle you fully into their lap.

"you keep humpin my dick like that with this fat fucking ass and im gonna have to take you upstairs."

n thats how you end up being the first and only freshman with their legs over jordans shoulder, moaning their name as they pump your fresh little pussy full ):

[poppy-metal]

there needs to be more horror romance novels, they mesh together so well. when you think about it so many horror movies have unintentional sexual undertones and so many romance movies are inheritly creepy when viewed through a slightly different lense. not to mention passion itself being such an intense emotion that works well with both genres. i love horror i love romance i love how they can coexist and one can mirror the other.

[poppy-metal]

being a princess' most trusted handmaiden,,,,,her closest confidante her best friend her humble servant above all else. when the princess wants your company its always granted. none of the suspicion of a man being in her chambers late at night, a position her knight doesn't even hold. able to touch her daily as many only wish to do. and how lucky you are, to feel that coveted place between her legs, pressed against your very own tender cunt. because no one suspects the princess gets her goodnight kisses in the form of her clit bumbing against yours under the covers you just made up for her. no one suspects those petal soft lips of her highness to have tasted where you're wet and wanting until you're gasping for breath.

[poppy-metal]

jordan li likes having you sit on their lap for alot of reasons. they like the closeness, for one, being able to wrap their arms around your waist, prop their chin on your shoulder. they also like the intimacy of it, of how it doesn't matter if you're at a crowded party on their lap on a couch, or alone in your dorm, perched on top of them, it always feels like you're in a bubble, and its impenetrable. they like making you shy, the way you duck your head and smile when they rock you back and forth slightly, or how your cheeks tint when they bounce you on their knee. they like kissing this way too, with your back to their chest so you have to lean back into them, let yourself melt against them, or facing them, so they can run their hands down your waist, grip your ass because yeah, its there and its theirs so they're going to fucking grab it. really, though, they just like holding you like you're something - somebody - precious to them. really, they just like how disgustingly in love the act of folding yourself into someone and trusting them to cradle you is. really, they just love how easy it is for you, like its air in your lungs, an inhale and an exhale, to fit yourself against them like that. like you dont even need to stop to question it.

[poppy-metal]

dark content thoughts...thinking of freshmen reader being desperate to please upperclassmen!jordan... them taking advantage of that.... maybe after they've been knocked down in the rankings, in a shit mood, and there you are with your bright sparkling eyes in awe of them n they wouldn't have to put in any effort, to get you under them. n they haven't had pussy like that in a minute, from a cute thing like you.

all it takes is direct eye contact with them and a jerk of their head for you to stumble over yourself to follow them, minutes later with your knees pressed to your chest, one arm wrapped around your own thighs because jordan ordered it, sobbing, whining sniffling as jordan pounds your cunt. one foot propped on the bed to really drill your shit - balls slapping lewd and loud against your ass. raw, no condom, feels so fucking good.

and jordans gritting their teeth like they're angry at you, one hand gripping your jaw firm as you're rattled against the bed with every thrust "some easy fucking pussy, didn't even have to fucking try-" giving you one quick slap, and then another that jerks your head to the side. your eyes roll back at it, and jordans yanking your head back around the next second, leaning over you "you like that shit, huh, freshmen. getting fucked by me? think i didn't notice you eyeing me up like a lovesick little puppy?" their other hand comes to the back of your head, winding a fist in your hair, jerking your head so you're looking between your legs - "look at it - s'this the dick you wanted? see it fucking that sloppy little hole -" they keep your head in place and you gasp at the lewd sight of their cock sawing in and out of your pussy, the wet sheen of your juices gleaming off their dick with every plunge in and out. you whine and clench around them and they hiss. "yeah, that's right. give it up to me-"

they let your head fall back, only to bring their other leg up on the bed, fully hunched over you know and they grip your thighs, yanking your legs higher up your chest as they pound you even harder. the bed slamming into the wall, your body jostling wildly under them like a fucking ragdoll.

"shit - that's good - " they flick their hair out of their eyes, eyes closed in rapture. you cant help but be mesmerized by them above you. looking like some kind of dark angel. almost looking in pain, their necklace swinging as they move inside you. you wana be good for them, wanna give them this feeling all the time. so you squeeze your pussy muscles around them, squeezing their cock. their breath catches and they pull out of you, slick and wet with your juices "fuck - i need to feel-" they cut off and you gasp, empty and clencing around nothing but then jordan shifts, still gripping you by your fucking ankles to keep you spread and you gasp when they lower themselves down hard, cunt meeting yours, not even giving you a second to process before they're fucking you again. "oh fuck! oh fuuuuck - i needed that - you're so. fucking. sloppy." every word emphasized with a rock of their pelvis into yours. fat clit bullying yours, slippery cunt sliding and fucking against yours.

"jordan-" you cry out, you dont know what for. for mercy, for some relief, for them to slow down.

"god, shut up." they snap, eyes rolling back and in their own world fucking you with their cunt. sliding their meaty little clit between your slick folds, humping it against your wet and clenching hole. "just let me use you." they gasp when they're able to dip their nub fully inside you. "fuck, I can feel you on my clit - you're so tight -"

it goes on like that through the night. being their little fleshlight. getting your little pussy beat up by not just their dick but their cunt, coming around them and against them multiple times.

at some point, twitching and near out of your head and delirious you feel their fingers slipping through the slippery mess of your cunt, following the trail of your juices between your cheeks, till you feel their thumb press against the rim of your asshole. clenching and whimpering but not saying no -"i want this ass, freshmen." the tip of their finger dancing and nudging at your hole - "and you're gonna spread that shit and give it to me."

you know they're right.

[poppy-metal]

me when i kill myself