#keep your eye on the donut not the hole

[everything-maxriemelt]

A mini collection of movie theatres paying tribute to David Lynch

[bunnis-monsters]

i need more abt peacock hybrids I LOVE HIMM

He’s been hanging around your bakery nearly every day since you rejected him, his tail feathers flicking and wanting to present themselves to you… but he stops himself.

He waits, watching you as you serve customers and go about your day. You’re kind, always giving even the nastiest of people a warm smile when you hang them their order.

And now he’s wondering how many of the smiles you have him were fake. Could he blame you? After all, he had been such an asshole, always taking up your time and being demanding…

It was clear you are way out of his league, but still he wants you desperately.

So he continues taking note of every little thing, from the way your eyes light up when you bite into a free donut after a long day, or how you laugh at your stupid male coworker he hates…

He’s in love with you, that’s for certain… but how will he ever win you over when he’s made such a fool of himself? It would have been so easy to just present his feathers in front of a fertile female, but no, he had to fall in love with you…

The peacock hybrid sits outside of the bakery, sulking as he stares at the ground. Perhaps he’d never get to have you. It wasn’t fair to wait around and bother you forever, so he got up and was ready to leave when you walked out the door.

“You’re still out here sulking?”

You walk out, carrying a brown paper bag. He looks up in surprise when you drop the bag in his lap.

“Here…”

You look away, your face slightly warm as you begin walking home. “It’s on the house…”

He stares at the small paper bag in his hand, his eyes wide. Was this… a courting gift?

His feathers flicked as he stood, his mind in a daze as he followed after you.

Maybe he had a chance after all…

It wasn’t long before he walked you home every day after work, acting as a protective mate would when anyone approached. He’d shake his feathers out in a defensive display, keeping you safe.

The best day of his life was when you finally invited him in your home and he got to mate you for the first time…

It was a cold evening, and he had been waiting outside for an hour, ready to walk you home. When you saw him shivering, you knew that he had changed.

Though he could still be selfish and arrogant, it was clear he truly cared for you.

“You’re cold, aren’t you? Come on, I’ll make you something warm.”

But it seemed he didn’t want to eat anything you could make him. No, the second he was in your house you were lifted up onto the nearest surface and your thighs were pried apart. He couldn’t stand it, he needed to taste you…

Your pussy was so plump and warm, the taste almost sweet. He looked up at you with eyes dazed from lust, his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt.

He loved you, wanted to prove he was a proper mate, so he made sure to bring you to several orgasm before he even fathomed pushing his cock into you.

The tip was oozing precum, rubbing against your hole as his feathers shook out. They really were pretty, and his cock stretched you out as he pushed in.

His feathers were soft, and you held onto them as he mated with you, his face burying itself into your neck. This is what he had wanted for so long…

After shooting thick ropes of cum inside of you, he carried you away and made you a comfy nest of blanket and pillows before using his feathers as a cover for you.

“I love you… please, be my mate…”

You yawned, a smile on your face. He looked vulnerable, his plumage puffing out slightly in anticipation.

“Okay…”

His eyes lit up, but he yelped when you plucked one of his feathers. “I’ll take this as my wedding ring…”

And the next day he couldn’t be prouder, seeing you with his feather pinned to your apron.

Want more of this guy? Commission me :3

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[jobean12-blog]

Donut: The Hole Story

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 969

Summary: When you stop at your favorite donut shop to grab some sweets on the way home from work they only have one left of your favorite flavor so you do what any other person would do...even though it's your husband's favorite too.

Author's Note: This is just because. We recently got some donuts from one of my favorite shops nearby and I just love writing about our fave guys with sweet things! If you wanna to check out the donut place you can find their website HERE. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: fluffy sweetness and fun

*All text messages in italics*

You: I’m on my way home Buck! Going to stop at the bakery, I want something sweet 🥰

Bucky: Ok doll face. And I got somethin’ sweet waiting for ya at home 😉😏

You: I know and I definitely want some…but I also want a Dough donut 🍩I’ve been craving it all day 😁

Bucky: Want me to come and get you on my bike? I can leave now and I’ll take you right to Dough❤️

You: I’m already half way there but I hate to miss a ride with you…take me after we have dinner and donuts? 😍

Bucky: Of course doll, be careful, love you❤️

You: I will love you too, see you soon!❤️

Bucky: AND DONUTS!🍩

You: YAY DONUTS!🍩

Before you even get the door of your apartment open Bucky does it for you, filling the frame with his broad shoulders and even broader smile.

Your greeting is cut off when he grabs you around the waist, tugs you inside, shuts the door- all in one smooth and quick motion- and presses you against it, his body caging you in while his lips cover yours.

“Mm you taste extra sweet,” he murmurs when he pulls away to let you breathe.

“Hi Buck,” you giggle.

He kisses you again, cradling your cheek in his hand and softly grazing just under your eye with the sweep of his thumb.

“Really sweet…” he whispers against your lips.

“Wait a second…” he mutters.

He kisses you again.

“Did you…?”

And another kiss.

“You ate one already didn’t you?!” he grumbles.

He pulls back with wide blue eyes, his mouth hanging open to match.

“Ate one what?” you ask, feigning perfect innocence with a bat of your lashes.

His mouth chases yours and his body keeps you pressed to the door.

“A TOASTED COCONUT TOO!”

“BUCKY!”

“IS THERE ANOTHER?” he asks with an accusatory tone as he frantically pats you down.

“Do you think I’m hiding the donuts in my clothes?” you laugh with a raised brow. “Or are you just trying to cop a feel?”  

“I’m always trying to cop a feel,” he winks before his expression morphs back into suspicion.

You bend down and grab the box you unceremoniously dropped to the floor when he pulled you into the apartment.

He takes it from your hand and narrows his eyes, holding the box covetously close to his chest.

With one more kiss to your lips he rushes off to the counter and rips open the top of the box. He stares at the full box of twelve donuts for several seconds before meeting your eyes.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“See? A full box of donuts!”  

“But…” he starts, grabbing your arm and pulling you under his to bring you around to face him so he can kiss you again. “There’s not toasted coconut!”  

You shrug with nonchalance and smile sweetly. “They were all out. It is the end of the day so…”

He studies your face and tightens his grip on your waist.

“No they weren’t. There was one left and you ate it on the way home!”  

Your shoulders lift to meet your ears in another act of indifference and you try to turn in his arms so you can grab a donut.

“No,” you answer. “I wouldn’t do that. But I’d like one now.”  

You manage to wiggle your way around and look down at the donuts, tapping your cheek as you try to decide on which one to eat first.

Just as your hand reaches out for a blueberry lemon the top of the box shuts.

“BUCK!” you squeak. “What the heck!?”

He pushes the box to the other side of the counter and in another smooth move that’s too fast for you to fight he has you turned around and seated atop the surface, trapped by his body.

You cross your arms over your chest.

“Can I eat my donut please?” you huff.

“Not until you admit you ate the one toasted coconut left on the way home,” he counters with a smirk.

You lift your chin defiantly but you don’t answer.

“I knew it!” he shouts. “I can’t believe you ate it without waiting to share with me!”

You try and scooch off the counter so you can eat another donut but he doesn’t let you move.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he simpers.

“I want a donut.”

“You already had one doll.”

Your lips press together and you scowl.

“I can’t believe you’re denying me donuts Buck!”

“I just wanna hear you say it doll.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenge.

“No donuts.”

“You wouldn’t!”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Try me baby doll.”

You grunt and punch him in the chest.

He just smiles.

“I can’t believe you Barnes!”

He doesn’t budge and just stares with a triumphant grin.

You stare right back and slowly your lips curl into a smirk as an idea forms in your head. Without another word you press your chest to his and wrap your legs around his waist, gently rocking your hips. Your arms circle his neck and you run your fingers through his hair.

His fingers dig into your skin before slipping under your shirt and slowly inching higher.

Your fingers slide from his hair and down over his shoulders then bunch into his shirt to tug his lips closer.

“A distraction?” he hums. “Really?”

“I don’t see you trying to stop me,” you whisper.

Your fingertips dance lower, tracing the waistband of his jeans.

“No,” he murmurs. “Why would I ever want to do that?”

“And I’ll just have my donut after I have you.”

“That’s what you think,” he says right before kissing you, easily distracting you with his hands, lips and everything that's him.

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @lizette50 @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @kmc1989 @buckysdollforlife

[lesservillain]

borrowing.

Steve wasn't a pervert.

Sure, he's done some unsavory things in his younger years that he's not proud of. But he's never been the type to take advantage of a woman. He's not like some of his guy friends who look down women's shirts or touched someone without their permission.

Call him a pussy or a feminist, but that shit makes him sick to his stomach.

And yet...

"Fuck your pussy tastes so good."

Steve pants against the crotch of your panties. The fabric hugs his face tight as he breathes in your scent, his nose tenting the cotton fabric. His lips hold the crotch between them as he sucks and licks the damp material until your juices coat his tongue and then some.

His eyes open for a moment, looking out the leg hole to check his surroundings for bystanders. His beemer sits in the far corner of the YMCA facing the back of a gas station. It's not where he had originally parked when he arrived for his work out today. A work out he didn't even get to, all because he bumped into you.

He's noticed you ever since he got the membership with Robin. Their goal was to attend 3 days a week together per Robin's request. Something about wanting not wanting to gain the freshman fifteen when she started her semester.

But school quickly became overwhelming for her and Steve found himself going to the gym by himself.Without Robin to distract him, Steve started paying attention to some of the people at the gym.

It was just a couple passing glances at first, not wanting to be one of those guys who stares at girls while they work out. He couldn't deny you were beautiful though. And when you approached him one day after it was just you and him in the gym, he felt that there was chemistry between the two of you. You laughed at his dumb jokes, engaged him with personal questions...hell you even touched his arm with your hand.

Your friendliness expanded beyond that day, too. If he didn't say hi to you first, you were approaching him to wish him a good workout. You'd even brought him "counter productive" donuts one day because he said he loved the local shop.

It was safe to say Steve had become completely head over heels for you over the last few months. And he totally has plans to ask you out. He really does. But, after all the failed dates he had been on since high school...he was almost afraid to jinx what the two of you had going on.

Today was going to be the day though. Or...it was supposed to be.

He was running late getting to the gym this morning, bad traffic on the commute to drop Robin off to her classes put him an hour behind schedule. So as he pushed through the YMCA doors with haste, silently praying to himself that you'd not left yet, he accidentally ran full speed into a body as they were leaving.

"Woah!"

Steve recognized your voice. It pulls him out of his head, focusing on your frame before him. He's bummed to see you in your work uniform, obviously done with your work out for the day.

"Sorry I didn't mean to almost knock you down," he apologizes, looking you over to make sure you're okay.

"It's okay," you reassure him, your bright smile making his heart ache. "I thought I wasn't going to see you today, so running into me is better than nothing!"

"Ugh, yeah, I really was trying to get here earlier but traffic and--and, life! Ya know?"

You nod sweetly. "Totally!"

"Yeah..." Steve's heart thumped in his chest. He didn't need to suffer through a whole work out routine before asking you out. He could ask you out right now. And if you rejected him, he'd be able to walk away and inevitably cancel his gym membership since he'd never be able to show his face again in this establishment.

Or, you would say yes, and he could walk you to your car so you could give him your number on a napkin you keep in your glove box in case of emergencies.

"Well, I guess I'll see you on Friday," you say after a beat of silence. Steve felt the words on the tip of his tongue. But, when your hand landed on his arm with a squeeze, he froze in place. All he could muster was a weak goodbye before you were pushing out the second set of double doors and walking to your car.

He waited to make sure you got in okay before letting out the breath he had been holding. His head slumped in defeat. What happened to the crown that sat on his head when he was in high school? Was it because he wanted something real with you?

There wasn't much dwelling on the subject as a bundle of pink just a few inches away from his feet caught his eye. Steve's eyebrow quirked, and he crouched down to grab...whatever it was.

The material felt soft but wet in his hands. He cringed a bit until the material unfurled in his hands, revealing to be a pair of pink, skimpy panties. The initial shock had him almost dropping the panties, but a split second closer look had him twitching slightly in his pants.

The underwear was yours. They must have fallen out of your gym bag when he bumped into you.

He knew they were yours because he'd see them peaking out of your work out shorts when you were bending down to tie your shoe. He didn't look on purpose, you'd just happened to have stopped in front of him and he saw them. He told himself it was on purpose when he touched himself that night, but deep down he knew it wasn't.

The door almost came off its hinges with how hard he pulled it open, making a bee line to his car. He slammed the car door shut and locked it, giving a quick look around before he was ducking down just out of view.

He breathed in deeply as he inhaled the scent of your panties, exhaling with a groan as your smell infiltrated his nostrils. It felt like he took a hit from a drug. He could practically taste you on his tongue when he went in for another sniff.

Flipping the underwear so that the crotch was resting between his hands, Steve's mouth watered at the sight of the creamy white that painted the pink fabric. His tongue darted out slightly, eyes darting around again as the nerves set in. This wasn't like Steve, but he blamed the way you drive him crazy on the dirty thoughts that were running through his head.

Just as he was about to act on them, the sight of a person walking out of the building had him hesitating. He placed your panties in his passenger seat and started his car, moving to the back of the building in a far off spot that was less traveled and slamming it into park.

Once the coast was clear, Steve wasted no time bringing his tongue to your underwear and lapping at it messily. He whined as your taste hit his tongue, and suddenly his pants were way too tight on his crotch.

This wasn't like him he thought to himself. Not that he hadn't had a hook up or two out by Lover's Lake. But to do what he was considering in such a public place went against his morals...

Your panties sit between Steve's teeth as he undoes his belt. He has to scoot his seat back or else his hard cock will just bump against the steering wheel. He pumps himself a few times in his hand, squeezing some of his precum out of his tip and using is to lube himself.

Steve sucks in a breath as he starts to fist himself. He holds the panties against his face as he begins to imagine your pussy on his face. His imagination runs wild as he thinks about all the ways he would eat you out, your pussy right in his face waiting for him to run his tongue through.

"Such a pretty pussy," he says to himself.

Without much thinking, he pauses his jerking to take the panties and stretch them out, hooking under his chin and pulling them until they're taught over his face.

With his free hand, he's able to cup his sensitive balls as he jerks himself with more vigor. He doesn't know how long he's at it, too engulfed in his pleasure to care about the passing time. All he can think about is making you cum all over his face and thanking you after.

Steve's hips buck into his hands. He can feel his climax approaching, his hand focusing on his tip as he brings himself to the edge.

Just as he's about to come, Steve pulls your panties off of his face and wraps them about his cock. He does the best he can to aim for the crotch where he has completely saturated it with it with his own saliva, cumming hard into the bunched up fabric.

After a moment of coming down, Steve slumps back into his seat. Guilt begins to wash over him as he looks at the sticky mess he's turned your sweet pink panties into. How could he even face you, let alone ask you out after what he's done?

Steve shoved your underwear into his gym bag. He didn't think he could give them back, even if the thought of you wearing them after he's cum in them made him almost half hard again. He would just throw them away in a dumpster somewhere...or he could wash them and--

thanks for reading.

[valentine-cafe]

Y'all know I can never have enough of Rishen 781. He's so cute and slutty and it makes me want to be mean to him <3 Why not slide a remote controlled vibe into them and take a walk around town? See how long Rishen can last under the pointed shifts in intensity before their legs are shaking and he has to bury his face into his partner's shoulder to hide how red he's getting. Of course his partner will only shove him over the edge when they have a good amount of privacy, don't want to damage that reputation, after all <3

˖⁺. ﹙ bttm preppy hybrid nerd bf x top gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . quiet, pretty boy !! 🍒 :  moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ hero ˖ preppy nerd character﹙verse 781 rishen. ﹚

 you just loovveee messing with your cute, slutty boyfriend out in public - he gives the best reactions! | cw: public sex ˖ use of vibrator

𖹭. ps : anon I love you and all your rishen 781 asks - please be mean to him <3

rishen dressed up so prettily today. you couldn’t help but want to be a little mean to him when you saw how dolled up he was. with his pretty checkered black and red skirt. the vibrant red turtleneck and black stockings with those scarlet heels you love so much. . .

of course you just had to slip tat vibrator into his cute little hole before you both went out on the town. he’s always so pretty bent over the bed while you have a hand up his skirt. fingering him to prep him up for the toy. the way he moans at you -

“b-baby - babbyyy - ah,”

you make sure to redo his makeup for him when he’s back up. what a messy boy he can be at times.

walking around time was fine and dandy. he tried his hardest to keep himself in check. it was easy with the low vibrations at first. it felt like a comfortable - but pleasurable buzz that simply made him a bit giddy.

perfect for a sunny, breezy day! the two of you went out shopping. when he roamed over to a isolated isle to check out the clothing rack - you sped the vibrator up as he leaned over.

it was quite the amusing sight. seeing him bent over the clothing rack and trying his utmost hardest not to moan out. his thighs squeezing together and his skirt hiking up so that you saw a nice view of his stocking-covered ass.

it took everything within your core not to keep him bent over like that. stroke him off amongst the clothes until he’s whining at you. he always gets so quiet out in public - it’s cute listening to the way his voice whines and quivers.

alas, you gave him a break when he looked at you with those big, pleading maroon eyes. the both of you found your items and left. the setting’s back to normal and while he looks flustered - he’s back to his calm state.

throughout the day you’d continue this little trend. when he ordered the both of you mini donuts. at the movie theatre you’d both planned on going to. the park where you fed some birds -

all so you could see his pretty eyes tear up and hear your name whispered out on his tongue.

you both decide to end the day off with his favourite milkshake parlour. it had been some time since you’d been cruel to him — so his guard was down.

perfect.

he was so happy next to you. drinking up his strawberry milkshake and rambling to you about the week and his newest schematics.

poor thing. you decided to let him finish his milkshake at least three quarters before your devious fingers turned the setting up. to the highest - most violent -

oh the way that he limped into you. how his eyes widened and he just so managed to bury his face into your shoulder to muffle his noises and hide his face.

he was bucking against nothing! so you decided to give him your hand between his thighs. he was so precious with the way he whined at you.

“p-please - amor - come on,” he whines. you feel his hard cock underneath his skirt. throbbing in his thin stockings.

“fuck baby. so hard? been walking around like that all day?”

you’d give him a few subtle strokes. just to see him squirm about and whimper that you can’t do it here - not in the booth!

so the bathroom is your final destination. pushing him into one of the stalls and shoving him to the wall. simply watching the way his knees shake and he whines like a slut. manicured, red nails scratching and clinging onto your shirt as the vibrator keeps its course.

you’ll shove one of his legs up. push it over your shoulder and press up against him. yank his stockings down and grab at the end of the vibrator. so that you can fuck it into his tight, quivering ass. hard. fast. all so he can whine and cry out against your hand that clamps over his mouth.

“ssshhh baby - you gonna start sobbin’ here in the bathroom? want them to hear you?”

“m-mnn! mhhm! hngh -”

he stains his pretty skirt full of his sticky cum. your hand from his mouth drops to palm at his cock. crooning at one of the pulsing veins and stroking your thumb around it before you slip the vibrator out.

your fingers go at it. pounding him knuckle’s deep until his eyes are rolling back. his make-up smudged as he cries. drools all over his red lipstick. bucks into you as best his can.

“p-please - pleasepleaseplease-p-por fav- angh baby - c-cummin’ ag-aggaaiin-”

you’ll shush his spluttered chokes with a wet kiss to his lip. alternate between fucking his twitching hole and stroking his trembling cock. even throwing the vibrator in so that you can see him all limp and dumb against the wall.

anything for your pretty boy. he just loves when you’re mean after all.

[ai-dream]

Keep your eye on the donut, not on the hole.

RIP to a true artist.

[saywhat-politics]

Director-writer David Lynch, who radicalized American film with with a dark, surrealistic artistic vision in films like “Blue Velvet” and “Mulholland Drive” and network television with “Twin Peaks,” has died. He was 78.

Lynch revealed in 2024 that he had been diagnosed with emphysema after a lifetime of smoking, and would likely not be able to leave his house to direct any longer. His family announced his death in a Facebook post, writing, “There’s a big hole in the world now that he’s no longer with us. But, as he would say, ‘Keep your eye on the donut and not on the hole.'”

[thefreakandthehair]

we feel a little warmer now.

rating: teen & up | wc: 1.1k | tags: canon-typical injuries, pre-relationship, getting together, fluff, light hurt/comfort | prompt: love is a fire that never goes out @steddielovemonth & a happy birthday gift for @henderdads! title from the woods, by hollow coves.

February in Indiana is still the dead of winter— cornfields are barren, trees sway in the wind without their leaves, and the sky seems to have a sheer layer of grey even on the cloudless days.

Eddie’s always loved winter. The shorter days followed by longer nights, snowy Sundays, watching the smoke from a joint or cigarette dance in the freezing air, and excuses to do donuts in the local abandoned grocery store parking lot. He’s always loved winter, or at least he did until his world shattered at his feet, leaving him with injuries that take ages to heal and scars that leave him perpetually cold.

It’s been difficult to explain, even to the people who’d lived it with him. He can’t fully enjoy winter anymore because the cold seeps into his bones, maybe through the scars, maybe just because of the nerve damage. He’ll never know for sure because Hawkins General doesn’t exactly have a Demobat Specialist on staff so he just keeps it to himself.

Well, mostly. Steve knows.

Hiding anything from Steve has proven impossible. His constant chill, his frustration with the new but still-improving limp, the grief, the guilt, the confusing simultaneous euphoria of survival. The only secret he’s managed to keep is the big fat crush he’s harbored, probably since Steve helped find him in the woods.

Maybe earlier. Maybe since high school. He tries not to think about it too much.

The point is, Steve knows and even if Eddie hasn’t said that it breaks his heart to lose the quiet winter nights smoking on the porch or the hood of his van, Steve figures that out, too.

He must, because Eddie nearly jumps out of his freezing skin when knuckles rap on the front door of his and Wayne’s new trailer. There’s a system these days: check the peep hole, crack the door with the chain still attached to confirm, and only then does Eddie open the door completely. An unfortunate system, but he’s far from the town hero that Steve’s been hailed as, albeit against his will.

Speaking of, through the peep hole, he sees Steve standing on his porch wrapped in what looks like a thick hoodie and winter coat.

“Who goes there?” Eddie asks, cracking the door and peering out with one eye.

“It’s me, you ass. Let me in, I have a surprise.”

The door chain unhooks with a metallic click and Steve enters the trailer like he belongs there.

Because he does, Eddie thinks.

“A surprise? For me? Oh, do tell.”

Steve stands in the living room, a live wire if Eddie’s ever seen one. His hair is a little messy, as though he’s been raking his fingers through it. His nose is pink, complemented by his frosty cheeks, and his eyes are wide and wild.

“If it’s overstepping or whatever, we can pretend I never mentioned it but I know how much you miss winter nights. And I uh, I built a fire pit at my house?” His voice pitches up, as though it’s a question.

“You built a fire pit? Today?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be honestly, time consuming but, yeah. I built a fire pit. And I was thinking that maybe with the fire and some blankets and a good jacket— a real winter coat, not just your leather jacket— you might be able to get some of that back.”

Eddie tries his best not to think about Steve lugging brick pavers and forcing them into place, thinking about Eddie and his stupid broken internal thermostat. Wanting to give him back something the Upside Down took. Worrying Eddie would somehow see this as overstepping.

It’s a quick Yes and even quicker drive to Loch Nora, a drive that Eddie’s always found hilarious. How can two neighborhoods exist so close together but feel like different worlds?

The whole way there, Eddie keeps Steve talking. If Steve’s talking, there’s less room for Eddie to spill yet another truth inadvertently, the only one left to spill. Instead, he asks questions about work, and Robin, and if he’s heard from his parents.

(“It sucks,” “she’s great,” “nope”. In that order.)

Pulling into the driveway, Eddie hops out of the car as best he can in one of Wayne’s old winter coats and follows Steve to the backyard. His jaw drops when he sees exactly what Steve’s done. More than a simple circle of bricks, there’s a pit made of concrete blocks in the center of a larger circle filled with wood chips and grey pavers marking the perimeter. Wood logs are already split in a pile off to the side next to two lawn chairs and dear God, Eddie really hopes that Steve bought that already split. He’s still not over him swinging on demobats with his bare hands, and the image of him with an axe is enough to put him down for good.

“C’mon, I’ll get it started,” Steve nudges their shoulders together and walks through the pit to the stack of logs.

Steve gets a roaring fire going, the kind that cracks and burns both red and blue, and passes Eddie an extra blanket. Flames dance beneath the clear sky, speckled with stars that do little to distract him from how unbearably warm he is for the first time in months.

People don’t just do things like this for him, not without expectation or out of obligation. So much of Eddie’s life has felt like a spectrum spanning from pity to transactional with very few exceptions in between.

Then again, Steve feels like an exception to a lot of things.

“Why?” Eddie eventually asks, exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke like a kid seeing his breath.

Steve shrugs and tosses the butt of his own cigarette into the flames. “You lost enough down there, and I know how that feels. If there’s something easy enough to fix, I want to. You deserve that.”

Eddie turns and sees Steve smiling, just a soft upturn of his lips as he looks up at the sky. His face is flushed and Eddie wants to think it’s not from the flames.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Eddie says, scooting his chair over close enough for the arms of their chairs to nearly touch.

Steve looks back from the sky to Eddie, long lashes and the scar on his neck on full display.

“That a good thing?”

Eddie nods. “Oh yeah, definitely. Maybe the best thing.”

They sit outside for hours, eventually sharing a blanket draped around their shoulders and a first kiss that lights him up from the inside.

Eddie’s warm long after the fire burns out.

[strawbxrryanime]

all broken from wood - jealous!succubus!reader x BSD men (Ranpo Edogawa ver.)

All Broken From Wood is a series that I'm creating of a Jealous Succubus Reader finding out that their beloved character husbands have been with some other people without you. ^^

I might do this series with other shows too so be on the lookout ^^

~

He was too naive. Talking with that other person. Tch, pathetic. Seems like he’d always try to crave attention once in a while, just not from his succubus significant other. How naive. Does he ever get the point? Ranpo, chewing on his donuts while talking to his stupid coworkers, they don’t even love him as much as you.

So you just had to show Ranpo who he should always divert his attention to. Ranpo woke up to being stripped bare, as you climb over him. “Y/N! What are you doing!” Ranpo said, you were going to drain him soon one way or another, and he’d better take it like a good boy. Ranpo was shaking, scared.

“Such patheticness.. shaking? Really Ranpo?” You smirk, as you lower down to his ear and mutter. “I will drain you hard, and I’ll make sure you pay some real attention to me.” You chuckle as Ranpo widens his eyes in fear. You slam hard down on his cock, your walls absorbing his whole cock, squeezing and rubbing against it making Ranpo scream out in pleasure.

"Maybe you should've thought twice before talking to that person~" You smirk. "B-but.." Ranpo shakily tries to find a comeback but he can merely talk with your hole squeezing on him. "I don't care! Silence!~" You chuckle as Ranpo trembles in fear, you were going to drain him no matter what it costs. You began to slam down and bounce again, making Ranpo moan and groan even more.

"Shut it!" You scream out to Ranpo. Leaning in for a mindblowing kiss as you kept slamming down on his cock, leaving him a moaning mess. Crushing his ballsack as you keep bouncing on top of his cock like there's no tomorrow, a mindboggling pleasure that lingers throughout Ranpo. Ranpo kept his mouth open the entire time you start bouncing, moaning and groaning as he tries to explain himself.

"Mind breaking?~ Hm?~" You smirk as you kept bouncing on his cock, leaving him to arch his back upwards only to be slammed back down again by your ass, his cock submerged deep within your hole, gummy walls squeezing and squeezing the life out of him. Ranpo's eyes began to roll back, he surely didn't suspect this coming even with his glasses on. But now, it's too late, he's being drained by you and there's no turning back.

"This is what happens when you talk to other people~" You ride even faster, being all aroused by Ranpo's screams and groans as he holds on to the sheets, gripping them as hard as he can with his fingers so much that it hurts. His emerald green eyes desperately looking at your frame, your bouncing frame as you fuck his mind up ever so slightly within your bounces. Your gummy walls unraveling and wrapping around his dick as tight as it could ever be was enough to make him squeal.

"Y/N!~ I-I!~" Ranpo couldn't even finish his sentence, but you knew he was going to cum deep inside you anyways, so you bounce even faster, crushing his ballsack even more, pelvis being shattered as you ride his cock so well, treating it as if he was your horse. You tighten your walls even more around his cock, leaving him to burst completely inside you, as you drain his thick, hot, white strands of cum inside of you as Ranpo let out a loud moan.

But that wasn't over yet, not unless he feels you, you enwrap him into Missionary style, Ranpo was on top, and you below him. "Y/N!~" Ranpo screams out. As you shush him. "I'm letting you have a chance now fucking thrust!~" You scream while you wrap your legs around his waist, making his cock go deeper inside your tight walls leading to a loud moan.

"AAAAGHHHHAAA!!~ Y/NNNNN!~" Ranpo called out your name, but you just kept chuckling as he mindlessly thrusts deep inside of you, brainwashed by pleasure, brainwashed into cumming more deep inside you. All Ranpo could think about was cumming deep inside you, fuck being the best detective, you were fucking the best detective after all. Ranpo kept thrusting sloppily as he groans and grunts and moans.

"Keep going!~ Good boy~" You smirk at the sight of Ranpo's shaky breathing and his sloppy thrusts, his rhythm was fast but out of hand. As he kept devoting himself to you, mindlessly in the brink of pleasure and ecstasy. You pull him even more deeper, making him thrust even faster, his cock struggling to go through your tight walls leaving him in an pleasurable state of madness. His emerald eyes only glared at the fact that he couldn't see the bridge of his cock go in.

"Y/N!~" Ranpo grabs onto your hips more, gripping it hard as he splurts his load deep inside you, as you absorb it and smirk. Ranpo panted, until you took him down to the ground and gave him a big old deepthroat. Submerging his cock down your throat as you kept bobbing up and down, Ranpo still screaming your name as you just kept going. "Y/N!~ AAAAGHHAAAA!~~ PLEASE!~" Ranpo was in a mindless state now, going further and further close.

You grab Ranpo's waist as you kept bobbing deeper and deeper up and down his cock, as Ranpo moans and curls up his toes. His eyes glaring at the sight of you swallowing him whole. It's too much, the pleasure, the pain of cumming again, he screams again as he splurts another load, but you just kept chugging it. Drinking it like it was nothing, like it was an ordinary bottle of water.

You went off on Ranpo with a 69, making Ranpo lick your hole as you kept sucking on his dick, and no matter how much he tried he couldn't escape. Muffled screams surround the room as you kept sucking even after he cums, draining him till the end of night.

[petalruesimblr]

Hello and welcome back to my blog! This is another part-time career or internship for teens, which will offer a promotion into the Political career as they transition to young adulthood. This internship is inspired by a real program, specifically the NY Office of the Mayor Internship Program and as the The Sims 3 features a "Leader of the Free World" as the final level of the Political career, I named this internship the Office of the Leader Internship.

For those seeking a full-time career, I am currently working on a second one that will be released soon, so stay tuned!🌺

In the meantime, if you are interested in this one, click on ‘Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures of the Office of the Leader Internship career.

Office of the Leader Internship

Sim File Share

Do you have a passion for bureaucracy, a knack for turning chaos into order and an unyielding enthusiasm for office coffee? We’re seeking bright, ambitious teens to join the Office of the Leader Internship Program! Dive into the heart of local government, where every day brings fresh adventures in learning bureaucracy. You’ll work alongside the best, gain invaluable experience and maybe even catch the eye of some influential Sims. With fixed hours, free office supplies and the occasional donut day, you’ll enjoy a unique mix of fun and professional growth. Apply now and step into the action!

Career Type: Part-Time Available for: Teens Available Languages: English Levels: 3 Rabbit Hole: City Hall Work Days: M, W, Th Work Hours: 4PM - 7PM Does it have Carpool? Yes Does it have Uniforms? Yes (refer to picture above) File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3 📣All descriptions for the levels, tones and metrics as well as skills required, salary, uniforms and other details are provided on the pictures above.

NRAAS Careers Mod

I initially considered including logic as one of the metrics but decided to remove it. The Political career in the game relies solely on charisma as its primary skill and mostly depends on funding for promotions. It didn’t make sense to include logic, as it isn’t used in the long run for this career path. The work days for this internship are scheduled for Mondays, Wednesday and Thursdays. If you have the Seasons expansion pack then it will only be two days due to Thursday is considered as a holiday and Drama Club meetings are on Tuesday and Friday if you have the Generations expansion pack (which is useful if you want your teens to increase their charisma faster). 📣 Upon reaching level three in their internship, teens will be eligible for promotion to the Political career upon applying once they become young adults. Instructions are provided in the picture above; right-click on it and select ’Open image in new tab’ for a clearer view. As stated above, you will need NRAAS Careers Mod for this career to show up in the game and as long as you have the latest version of it, it should work for higher patches. You can also read my #psa regarding these careers, click here. I’m not fluent in any other languages to translate so if anyone is interested in translating this career, please don’t hesitate to send me a message here, comment on this post or let me know in my Ask/Contact form (if you don't have a Tumblr account) and will let you know the details. I have tested this career in my game, so far it is working and all scripts are showing up. All feedback is very welcome to help me learn and improve my skills so please let me know if you experience any problems on your end and I’ll do my best to sort it as soon as possible.

MissyHissy step-by-step tutorial Twallan for the Career Mod S3pe

[overtake]

A random scene from my Maxiel hockey au just because

“Why the fuck does this team give us perfectly identical sweatshirts? How am I ever meant to find mine?” Daniel asks, pawing through the clothes piled precariously on one of the barstools.

“It’ll probably be the one with your number on it,” Max says drily. “And teams tend to have matching clothing.”

Daniel looks up from his careful searching and tosses Max the finger. “Just for that, I’m wearing yours.”

Max’s hoodie is technically the same size as Daniel’s because Daniel prefers to size up, but it’s stretched out around the shoulders in a way Daniel’s isn’t. There’s a small stain by the left cuff whereas Daniel keeps his pristine. Most notably, there’s a 33 over the left chest instead of a single digit. It feels more lived-in and comfortable than Daniel’s, even though Daniel probably wears his jumpers twice as often as Max does.

He pops his head of the neckline and adjusts the strings. “Alright. I’m set. Let’s go.”

Max is paused with his keys in hand, mouth slightly parted and eyes burning holes into the number screenprinted on the fabric.

“You can’t get mad. I told you I was taking it,” Daniel says, even though Max doesn’t seem upset. Daniel can’t quite identify the expression crossing his face, but it’s definitely not annoyance.

“Don’t spill anything on it,” Max finally says.

Daniel catches up to him at the door and sticks the stained arm in Max’s face. “Don’t worry. You took care of that first.”

Max shoves his arm away, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m not driving you anymore. You can hobble to the rink.”

Daniel switches positions to wrap his upper body around Max’s broad back, clasp his hands around Max’s neck, and jerk one leg up as if he’s about to jump for a piggy-back ride. Max elbows him off, giggling and pink-cheeked.

“Fine, I suppose I can give you a ride, but I’m not buying your tea,” Max warns. He undercuts his threatening words by instinctively holding Daniel’s hip, pale fingers pressed into plush fabric and waiting in case Daniel’s ankle gives out. Daniel has been successfully walking with no problems for a full week now, but Max is always hovering and holding.

“But I’m cold,” Daniel pouts, dramatically sticking out his lower lip. He’s just being annoying, but a gust of chilly air actually hits as he says it. Daniel shivers, pulling the jumper tight over his hands and moving closer to Max to try and leech some of his body heat. “I need this. Respect those of us from hot countries who played in hot states for ages.”

Max laughs, slinging an arm around Daniel’s back and tugging him into a mocking hug. “Poor Daniel. You only have to play in the NHL for the most iconic team in the craziest hockey city. Your life is very hard because it’s sometimes below zero and I don’t buy you tea.”

Daniel pulls his hands upward and dramatically rubs them together, then huddles into Max and presses his clasped hands between their chests. He doesn’t care if the hug is teasing. He’s genuinely fucking cold.

“You’re not allowed to be mean to me. I’m still injured.” He pokes out his healed ankle and lightly kicks Max’s leg with it. Max is in shorts, exposing fuzzy, muscled calves to Canadian January because he’s batshit insane.

“I’m hugging you,” Max says, rubbing his free hand up and down Daniel’s back. “I am very nice.”

Daniel presses his face into Max’s shoulder, just for a second. “Yeah. You’re not too bad, I guess.”

Shortly into their drive, Max detours, parallel parks, and comes back with a massive tea and crinkly brown bag.

“Their tea is shit and the donut is vegan,” Max says. His furrowed brow is aiming for admonishing, but the tugged edges of his mouth and dramatic tone give him away. “That’s your punishment.”

He still accepts the torn pieces of donut Daniel presses to his pink mouth and licks off the crumbs that decorate the sweet freckle on his upper lip.

“Wait. You have —” Daniel covers his thumb with the blue fabric of Max’s sweater and wipes one last sprinkle away as Max pulls into a parking space.

Max catches Daniel’s wrist before he can pull it back to his own body. He stares Daniel down with big eyes and long lashes and plucks the sprinkle where it’s caught on the ribbed cuffs. Max places one hand on Daniel’s chin and pulls down his lower lip, then places the sprinkle into Daniel’s salivating mouth.

“Don’t waste food.”

Max’s hands linger for one heated second before he drops them to turn off the ignition. Daniel tries to calm the thud of his straining heart, breathing in then out in an attempt to regain some normalcy.

He takes long enough that Max knocks on his passenger-side window, peering in and making little glasses over his eyes and waving all goofy, like nothing had just happened.

He eventually pulls open Daniel’s car door for him, gesturing out to the grey pavement. “Are you planning on showing up to practice today?” he teases.

Daniel recovers enough to slide out, though not gracefully, and heads into the rink to get chirped into oblivion over the 33 that feels throbbing and alive over his still-racing heart.

[bashibuzuk]

Il y a un grand vide dans ce monde maintenant que David Lynch n'est plus avec nous. Mais comme il le disait, "gardez les yeux sur le donut, pas sur le trou." There’s a big hole in the world now that David Lynch is no longer with us. But, as he would say, "Keep your eye on the donut and not on the hole.”

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

(AN: this'll be a multiple-oneshots deal—out of order—with regular additions until it's complete.)

🛎️prompt - Wally Clark NSFW alphabet.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. grey!Wally Clark. cheating. voyeurism. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - B

B is for bad life choices, and, shit, you're one of them.

The head cheerleader's step-sister, the principal's daughter; a billboard sign in bold print bad bad bad idea wrapped in daisy dukes and a sheer, breezy kimono.

You're cute and kind and oh-so hospitable, doing the job your mama would do if she and your step-dad were in town. Keeping snacks on the table and the ice in the coolers filled. Innocent eyes and friendly touches, giggling to dumb jokes told by the Inner Circle that Wally doubts you really find funny.

That is until you clock how Wally looks at you. Caught mid-imaginary-fuck as he tears your clothes off with his eyes. Right there. In front of birthday-girl Janet at her own pool party. Everyone gathered in the kitchen for cake.

As soon as you know, Wally sees your demeanor shift and suddenly you're looking back at him, and fuck don't you blush so nicely? Cheeks such a sweet shade of pink, eyes down, lip caught at the corner between your teeth.

Makes Wally want to bite, hold, mine. To pin you down by the throat, keep you under him always.

Two hours later, Wally's the last one floating in the pool, sipping diet coke through a straw with his sunglasses on so no one can tell where he's looking. Janet dries on a lawn chair nearby; the other guests are either gone or on their way out.

Wally knows your bedroom overlooks the backyard. The room across the hall from Janet's, door always closed when Wally's over to play Boyfriend. Now, the curtains are pushed wide open and you're stepping into frame.

Precious little thing. Don't even realize the difference, the evening light dim enough to make it seem like the curtains are exactly how you always leave them.

Wally smirks around his straw.

Back to the window, you drop your towel and Wally almost groans out loud. He sinks his pelvis into the water. An awkward seat in the hole of the inflatable donut, but necessary to hide the rising tent in his swim trunks. He dips a hand beneath the surface, hidden, quiet, and squeezes himself loosely through the material.

You lift one leg at a time to dry them, foot propped on your desk chair, wet hair sticking to your back, rivulets of water making tracks on your skin that Wally wants to follow with his tongue.

So beautiful and just for him.

There's too much he wants to do, not enough time to imagine it all as you move through the motions of your post-shower routine. Smoothing cream into your arms, your shoulders, across your chest. Arms moving in a way that suggests you're massaging those perfect little tits. The thought shoots fire through Wally's veins.

"Such a good girl for me, baby," He whispers, tightening his hand over the base of his cock to keep himself in check. Janet stirs, raises her head and looks at him, a question on her face. He lifts his drink, "I said, you doing okay, baby?"

She scoffs, rolls her eyes. Hides behind her phone to scroll through what Wally knows is her camera roll. Posting heavily edited pictures to Insta and perfectly-angled clips to tiktok that he'll have to respond to later with the words and emojis Janet will type herself. Force him to agree to before she commands him to press send.

But that's a Future Wally problem.

When Wally looks back to your window, you're half dressed. Teensy white pajama shorts that cling to the swell of your ass. And what Wally wouldn't give to eat you out through them, barely-there-tease that they are. Get you to soak the fabric translucent before he humps himself to the edge against the impression of your cunt.

Soon, he decides, because he isn't good at playing the long game. Impatient. Entitled. And you're too damn delicious not to eat, and Wally has always sucked at delayed gratification.

Finally, you turn around and notice the curtains, notice Wally through the curtains, openly staring with a Cheshire grin. He rocks his hips up, correcting his position in the donut, happy to show you exactly what he thought of the show.

He lowers his sunglasses just enough to send you a wink that you respond to by dropping to the floor. Seconds later the curtains are yanked closed.

Later, Wally texts you, number lifted from Janet's phone while she showers off the chlorine and Wally lounges on her bed.

Gonna let me help next time? xx

i don't think it's a good idea

Wally licks his lips, eyes molten, reading the words because, fuck no, it's a cheap, shitty, terrible idea.

But you didn't say no and that's enough for Wally to tiptoe across the hall when Janet's asleep—Ambien heavy—and give you a taste of how good Wally can make you feel.

And fuck, baby, Wally moans as he buries his face between your legs, smelling you through your teeny-tiny shorts, this is the best idea he's ever had.

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also available on AO3!

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[curatorofthisdigitalmorass]

David Lynch Dead: 'Blue Velvet,' 'Twin Peaks' Director Was 78

Lynch revealed in 2024 that he had been diagnosed with emphysema after a lifetime of smoking, and would likely not be able to leave his house to direct any longer. His family announced his death in a Facebook post, writing, “There’s a big hole in the world now that he’s no longer with us. But, as he would say, ‘Keep your eye on the donut and not on the hole.'”

[neill-san]

Stacking Donuts I

Getou Suguru x F!Reader

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Food Play, Oral Sex, Chocolate Syrup, Donuts, Cum Swallowing, Body Worship, Improper Use Of Food, I have no regrets

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The room was dimly lit with nothing but the moon shining in through the window and the lamp on the bedside table. The familiar sight of the sparsely decorated room was a welcome sight to you as you made yourself at home setting the box in your hands on the table. The bed was neatly put together and smelled just like your beloved, filling your lungs and warming your heart. Your innocent little request from weeks ago was likely long forgotten by him, but you made sure to remember. Suguru was going to arrive at his dorm soon and you couldn't wait. The anticipation was almost enough to have you pacing the room. The sweet sugary scent wafting from the box you brought in, didn't help matters. You were tempted to indulge in the sugary treats you'd brought, but you remained strong, waiting for him to arrive.

Arrive he did, in what felt like an eternity for you, but was far less. The sliding of the door pulled you out of your thoughts, calling your attention to the man of the hour.  "Oh, (name). I wasn't expecting you," He comments, pulling you into his arms to bury his face in your hair. A tired sigh fell from his pretty lips, the result of a long day protecting the innocent. "Suguru," You call, breaking the tranquil silence that had enveloped the room. He turns his tired but adoring eyes to you, his grip on your waist loosens and you take the opportunity to nudge him to sit on the bed, "I wanted to try something with you."

Suguru raises a brow, "Do tell, darling," he says, watching as you move toward the box he hadn't seen before. There was anticipation in your every move and a hunger in your eyes, when you turned back towards him, that he recognized well. He leaned back on his bed to watch you through sharp half-lidded eyes. You placed the box on the bed next to him and opened it to reveal the glazed treats inside. The amused smirk on his face didn't falter, nor did he say anything as you got on your knees in between his spread legs, your eyes expressing more than words ever could. Suguru looked between the contents of the box and your hungry hopeful gaze, arousal. He chuckles softly, "Who am I to deny you, doll?"

You slide your hands up his clothed thighs, feeling the tense muscles underneath. With deft hands, you massaged him through his baggy uniform pants. A warm firmness responded to your deliberate enticement, it pulsated with inviting warmth, but despite the growing ache between your legs, you were on a mission. You wrapped your hand around the clothed firmness massaging it with tight firm strokes. Your other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense and spasm under your loving touch. Playfully you walked your fingertips up to the hem of his pants, adoring the way his breathing picked up and his skin flushed a pretty rose. His cock stood tall and proud when you freed it from its confines. Suguru was always a sight to behold, sculpted by the hands of the heavens themselves, keeping you wholly entranced. The day you met him is still very much engraved in your mind, and you'd never go back to a world without him. You met his pretty purple eyes with your playful gaze, your lips pressed softly against his length. You gripped what you could of the base of his impressive girth, while your other hand dipped into the box of sweet treats, grasping one with careful fingers. You chuckled to yourself when you felt him twitch once the cool glazed icing made contact with the head of his cock. The hole of the donut was a bit smaller, but it didn't matter if the donut got squished. The slide down to his base was made smoother by the sugary glaze that left its translucent residue behind. You were tempted to lick it clean, from head to base but it would have to wait, despite the way your body ached for it. 

Suguru watched you with amused arousal until the box was halfway empty and there wasn't any space left to stack more. Their glaze glistened under the soft shine of moonlight and you couldn't wait a second longer to dig in. You pressed your lips to the first one, parting them to take a bite, you held the tower of donuts steady with your hands and kept eye contact with your mischievous lover. Sweetness filled your senses; a high of sugary euphoria bloomed from your tastebuds as you licked off the excess glaze from his throbbing cock. The prominent vein that ran down his cock pulsed with need and you traced what you could with your tongue, riling him up even further. You steadily made your way through the first donut, taking your time to savor it all while pushing Suguru to his wit's end. His hands gripped the sheets with the harshness of desperate want, minuscule trembles rocked his body. The head of his pulsing cock was free, leaking profusely onto the treats still encasing the rest of the girth, "Fuck...  my love, you're being quite devilish today," he purred, a guttural sound full of lust and want. 

You couldn't help but think he looked divine under the loving gaze of the moon, flushed a pretty rosy hue, and his hair spilling messily from its bun; inky tendrils cradling and sticking to sweaty skin. The second treat was quick to go, exposing more of his sensitive cock to the cool air of the night. You pressed a kiss to the glistening pudgy head, before taking him in your mouth. With the second donut gone, you had more space to play with, using your deft tongue, you wrapped what you could around the head and bobbed your head, coaxing noises from him you'd never heard before. He was quickly coming undone under your fervent attention and you could feel the way he throbbed on your tongue and the cute jerks of his hips as he tried to keep himself under control. You could spend all night driving him mad, feeling him on your tongue, and savoring the weight and warmth on your tongue. In your impatience, you broke off the third donut, squishing it around his girth and sliding it off; its sugary glaze leaving its pretty mark. 

His weeping length was enveloped once again in the warmth of your mouth as you licked him clean. Loud sloppy slurps sounded twice as loud in the solitude of his dorm room. You were making a mess of yourself in making a mess of him, but you couldn't care less as sugar melted against your tongue mixing with the taste of him. You swallowed greedily, delighting in the way his voice rose in volume, clinging onto the ledge with a snapping rope. Your upper lip met with the top of the remaining treats and the rope gave way. Suguru groaned loudly, sounding almost pained as he flooded your mouth with his cum. Decorating your tongue and throat with his own special icing. You pulled off quickly to watch the way his treat dribbled down onto the remaining treats, but you were sure to swallow what had landed on your tongue, a dessert all in of itself. Suguru was attempting to catch his breath, his pretty eyes were closed as he came down from his high, but you weren't done with him. His cock was still standing proud and there were freshly coated treats you were keen on tasting. 

"Oh-! W-Wait!" Suguru pleaded breathlessly, but it was for naught as you dove in for another taste, harshly gripping his oversensitive cock as you bit into the remaining desserts. The half-tower of freshly coated delights was destroyed in no time, ruins of the structure were all that remained, but you had more up your sleeve to finish off what remained.  "Hhgnh!- W-What are- oh-... " Suguru cracked an eye open at the sudden cool dripping sensation on his stomach. He met the cheeky lust-filled look in your eyes as you squeezed chocolate syrup onto him. The bottle seemed new and he suspected you bought it for this moment. You squirted a generous amount onto his cock, letting it drip onto the ground unconcerned. The bottle closed with a click and was tossed aside; your greedy mouth moved to finish off the ruins of the donut tower. You licked and nipped at the syrup-coated skin, getting your fill of the new mix of flavors.  You pumped his girth roughly, making a mess of his weeping cock and the syrup. You lathered his abdomen and balls with delicious attention, using your tongue to lick him clean. Suguru felt he'd go cross-eyed, the way his eyes rolled back, overwhelmed with your fervent attention. His body was warm like a dessert fresh out of the oven. His skin was glossy like butter-coated bread; sweat dribbled down his chin. He was on cotton candy clouds, sinking into the sinful delight of its sweetness. He was being devoured so wholly, an onslaught of sensations just like one would experience when drowned in caloric ecstasy. Like a sugar rush, his body surged with pleasure and despite his best efforts, he couldn't bite back the impending explosive euphoria.  He slammed a hand over his mouth to muffle his scream as his cock pulsed. He couldn't see the way his cum coated your pretty face, like the final layer on a cake, you were painted in translucent white. The residual syrup coating your lips and smudged on your cheeks made for a lovely contrast with your fresh coating. Your spit connected your chocolate-coated lips with his spent cock, and dribbled down your chin as well. You'd partaken in a delicacy tonight that you were determined to have again.   

[jammed-out]

Hypnovember Day 6 - Scent

(CW: objectification, entranced by smell, ass eating, exhibitionism, milking cock, lactation)

You stumbled into the bakery following the sweet scent that had caught your nose ever since you got off of the bus. You had walked past this place dozens of times before, but never til now did you decide to stop in. Something about it smelled amazing today, like the best treats in the world were made there. You just had to check it out.

You stepped inside, the chime ringing as the door opened. The girl behind the counter smiled expectantly at you giving you a wave. Immediately you noticed that she was naked except for the apron. The sight surprised you, but not so much as the warm air and sweet smells that wafted through the air. They clouded your head filling it with the smell of sugar and frosting. You found your mouth watered.

"Hello and welcome! Feel free to take a look around and let me know if you need any help with anything." The woman said. You noticed the apron tented over her massive breasts, barely containing them. She seemed so happy even though sweat dripped down her neck, over her collarbones and down between her breasts. You shook your head and stepped forward cautiously looking around.

The shelves in the store were stacked full of treats of all types. Fresh baked breads, dozens of muffins and donuts, cupcakes, cookies, biscuits, and things that you had only ever seen in photos. And it all looked amazing. It made your head spin and stomach growl.

"Oh honey you look so hungry. It get's pretty hot in here, especially when I'm in the back making everything by hand. Might seem odd, but I put extra love into every...single...treat..."

You felt your legs squeeze together as she spoke. You didn't know why but it was getting hotter by the second to be in there. You walked over to the counter panting, hoping there was something to drink. You felt dizzy all of a sudden, the smell getting to you.

She walked out from behind the counter, her bare skin on full display for you to see. Her hips were just as wide as you imagined and shining from the sweat beading on them. You wondered what her ass tasted like. You blinked twice, your head spinning from the thought. Where had that come from.

She slipped behind you and put her hands on your shoulders, digging her fingers into them, slowly massaging you. Your eyes fluttered as she dug into the muscles sending your head swaying to the side. It felt so good to have her do that to you. "Oh honey I knew when you walked in that you were all tense. You needed a good kneading to loosen you up. I can always tell when a good dessert needs working before its finished. You just relax and let me get you all baked up."

You wanted to argue, to fight her on it, but she dug her fingers in deeper and you nearly crumpled over letting out a moan of pleasure and pain. You could feel your muscles relaxing under her grip as she pulled you back against her. Her hands slid over your arms, lower, working ever muscle in your body. The loud growl from your stomach was the only thing that caused her to stop.

"My poor sweet. Come let's get you fed. I know exactly what you need is in the back." She took your hand leading you back behind the counter and through the swinging door into the kitchen.

You could see a standard kitchen with everything pristine and clean except for the women restrained on the back wall of the kitchen. She led you over to them, the sweet smell getting stronger the closer you got. Your head swam, practically drooling with each step.

"Here is cupcake. I keep her nice and glazed up." She gestured to a girl who's top half was invisible, blocked off from the hole in the wall where she disappeared from the waist up. Her legs were spread wide, trapped and bent to the sides revealing her pussy which glistened in the lighting. It shone brightly, twinkling in your eyes.

"Over here is cream. She makes it fresh on tap daily." The next girl put in the same position, except upright. Only her massive breasts that put the shop owner to shame and her equally impressive dick stuck out from the holes in the wall. Her nipples and dick were dripping, leaking into a large bucket set on the floor.

"And here is donut. I think that's what you're hungry for most of all." She pointed to the third girl, her ass, hands, and feet the only things sticking out from the wall. Her hands were stuck tightly, pulling her cheeks apart revealing her perky and puffy butthole. It made your mouth water as you began to lean forward.

The shop owner gave you a little push sending you falling face first against donut's hole. You quickly began to lick at it, hungry for more of a taste. You could feel it twitch excitedly and dove in fully, your mind lost in a daze fully.

"Be sure to eat up cutie. Get your fill of all of them. And then we can talk about getting you all set up for your position as a whole cake. I know a few of our repeat clients who would love nothing more than to get a piece of you."

You couldn't focus on the words anymore, your mind lost in the bliss of savoring donut's taste and smell. It made your mind fuzzy and knees weak as you carelessly pawed at your crotch, desperately trying to get some pleasure out of yourself.

"You have fun. I'll come check on you later and we'll get to some deep work on your mind and body. After all a good baker never lets any product go to waste."