#my lil glazed donut

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I'm just doing some research. 🧐

Now for the taste test

[dalkyum]

231210 💚

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Braius Doomseed spicy headcannons

Author's Note: So the horny brainrot continues. The hot minotaur is prancing around in my head, tempting me to write so much smut about him. 🥴

Pairings: Braius x male reader

First of all; he's a switch and vers. No question there

His role largely depends on his partner(s) and mood though

I also think Braius would be down to try a lot of different kinks at least once. He's definitely interested in experimenting and exploring

As far as what's in his pants… I can't get the idea of Braius with a horse cock out of my head 😳

Just fuckin massive down there

Gods help you if you decide you want to take the whole thing in any of your holes–

This, of course, means that he can cum A LOT at once. Like, we're talking buckets of cum here

Really lives up to the name DoomSEED *ba-dum tss*

Braius could easily glaze you like a donut, or pump you full until you're bloated with his cum-

Anyways that's enough before I get worked up

Loves loves loooves when you grab his horns while he's sucking you off/eating you out ����

I definitely feel like he's the king of aftercare. Regardless of what his role or position is, he's so loving and wants to make sure you feel taken care of too <3

As a dom………

Braius can be such a sweet dom. Yeah, he can definitely be mean and torture you with pleasure, but he'll whisper such disgustingly sweet things into your ears while he does that~

The kind of dom that will stroke you far past the point of overstimulation while he tells you how good you are for cumming again 😵‍💫

He'll use his large hands to keep you in place, pinning them so that you have no choice but to accept his teasing~

The minotaur has much experience under his belt, and he's going to use all of it to turn you into a shuddering, shivering, sweaty, exhausted, whimpering, moaning mess

As a top………

…You are a brave soul for taking his cock 🫡

Whichever hole he uses is going to be quite sore after he's done with you

But it's totally worth it, because Braius is so good at hitting juuust the right spot at juuust the right angle at juuust the right speed

He also makes sure to pay attention to how you react to everything. He takes it all into consideration as he pounds your little holes

Even without his cock stretching you, his fingers are so big that those alone would fill you up

As a sub………

He can be yuor angle 😇 or yuor devl 😈

Sometimes Braius is an obedient slut for you. Obeying his dom(s) like a good boy

Sometimes Braius is a cheeky lil slut who will practically beg for a punishment

Either way, you're both going to have a good time

The minotaur also loves it when you have him kneel at your feet. You caress his pretty face, complimenting him as you tug on his hair

If you spit in his mouth, Braius will gladly swallow it and thank you for it 😌

As a bottom………

I fully believe Braius would look so adorable while he's being railed 🖤

His deep, gutteral moans as you rearrange his guts, his jaw slack and eyes glazed over while his ass is filled 🥴

Once again, looooves having his horns used like handlebars while you're taking him from behind

Begs for you to cum inside every single time. Braius just adores feeling full of your seed, and feeling it drip out and slide down his thick thighs

I was supposed to add more to this but it's just been sitting in my drafts for so long… here, Braius smut be upon ye 🫴

[soleilnomoon]

Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

���care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

 he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

[lottiesboy-moved]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ LITTLE BUDDY

pairing: cg!lottie x little!masc!reader

summary: lottie had something important to do at camp green pine, so nat came over to babysit you.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, reader regresses to age 1-4, mama!lottie, he/him nat, uncle/babysitter!nat, you’re nat’s little buddy for the day :(

wc: 908

"mama's gotta go, baby. be good for natty, okay?" lottie hugged and kissed you before stepping out the front door and waving goodbye to you. she left and it was just you and nat now, sitting on the couch. "what do you wanna do, buddy?" he ruffled your hair.

you didn't want to do anything except be with your mama. you shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. "aww, hey, buddy..." nat tried calming you down before you burst into tears. "everything's okay. your mama's gonna be back tonight, okay?"

you nodded, and nat sighed, knowing you were still upset. “you want a lil’ snack? i got some donuts before i came here.” he grabbed his bag from the floor and pulled out two donuts, one strawberry with sprinkles and the other glazed. “which one you want, buddy?”

“…sprinkles.” you sniffed, pointing to the pink donut. “good choice.” nat smiled and handed you the sweet treat. the two of you shared a moment of silence while eating before you decided you wanted to watch Cars.

he put the movie on for you, watching you get more and more content when you heard the music and the voices of your favorite animated cars. you laid against nat’s shoulder while he covered you in a blanket.

soon after, the movie was over and you could barely keep your eyes open. “that was a good movie, wasn’t it, bud?”

you yawned in response, making nat chuckle. “someone sleepy? i think its nap time for you, anyway.” he looked at the clock on the wall that read 2pm.

you whined and he cooed back, rubbing your back. “aww, you don’t like that? let’s get you in your cozy bed, hmm?”

nat smiled sweetly at your grabby hands. “you want natty to pick you up?” you nodded, feeling his arm wrap around you and hoist you up, walking you to your bedroom. he got you all tucked in with your plushies and your pacifier when you asked him to call your mama.

he sat down on the edge of the bed and dialed her, putting the phone on speaker. she picked up on the second ring. “hello?”

“hi mama!” she heard your sleepy little voice and chuckled sweetly. “hi, my baby. you sleepy?”

you hummed, clutching one of your plushies to your chest. “..miss you.”

“aww, mama misses you too, sweet boy.” she sounded sad, wishing she was there to kiss you goodnight and tuck you in. “are you being a good boy?”

you hummed again sleepily and she couldn’t help but coo. “is mama putting you to sleep?”

nat watched the scene with a smile, hearing the two of you talking back and forth. you heard someone calling for lottie in the background, which made her end the call. “i gotta go, sweetie. get some sleep, mama loves you.”

lottie hung up after you said your goodbyes and nat slipped his phone back in his pocket. you flipped on your side and fell asleep almost instantly, nat pulling your blanket up to your shoulders a little bit more.

“sweet dreams, kid.” he turned off the light and left the room.

——

you woke up a little bit later, whining as you buried your face into your plushie. you got out of bed, taking your plushie with you. walking down the hall you could hear a movie playing that nat was watching. “..natty?”

he turned his head, hearing your little voice. “hey, kiddo. you need something?”

“want sum milk, please.” you walked towards him, sitting down in the couch. “no problem, buddy.” he got up and poured some milk in a sippy cup and handed it to you. “you wanna hang out with natty on the couch?” you nodded and drank your milk, resting your head on his shoulder.

——

the two of you stayed on the couch, while you went in and out of sleep against nat. by the time lottie got home, you were knocked out.

you were all cuddled up on the couch with your plushie and wrapped in the blanket nat let you use earlier. lottie dropped her purse, sitting beside you on the couch, and caressed your face.

“he woke up not too long ago, came in here asking for some milk.” nat smirked and lottie cooed. “of course he did.” she smiled.

you started to wake up, opening your eyes to see your mama looking down at you. “hi, sleepyhead.” she rubbed your tummy, watching a little smile curl on your lips. you instantly curled into her warmth, her hands patting your back.

after a few more minutes of conversation with you and lottie, nat decided it was time for him to go home. “alright, i’m out of here, lot. thanks for having me.” he grabbed his bag from the floor. “no problem, nat. thank you for sitting so last minute.”

he put on his leather jacket and tickled you, speaking in a higher voice. “see you later, little guy.”

you smiled, waiving. “bye, natty.”

“bye, kiddo.” he smiled waved back before closing the front door.

it was just you and lottie now, and somehow you felt littler, now that you had your mama all to yourself. “let’s get you a bath and mama will get you ready for bed, cutie. did you have a fun day with natty?” she picked you up, taking you to the bathroom. you were so excited to tell her about your day.

[vegance]

Similar to the last person, I wanted to be vegetarian as a kid but my older sisters told me glazed donuts weren't vegetarian and that was too great a sacrifice for lil 9 year old me so i didn't. Fast forward to 15 I doubled down and became vegan. I told them they condensed my passion and made it come out stronger lol 💪

that’s amazing! Luckily, there are many delicious vegan donuts now, so I hope your inner 9 y/o is celebrating every time you get to eat one 🍩 🌱

[euclydya]

oh this is a good ask game :3!! 13: what’s something that made you smile today? 33: what’s your fave pastry? 59: what’s your favorite myth? 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? 💌

(also, i don't need to go on anon yall would probably know it was me jkjgkj i followed yall for de skills stuff originally, but!! yall are my friends and im happy to stick with yall as yall go through different fandoms, yay yippee!! <33 <22)

TBH. MY FELLOW STARMATES. WE DIDN'T DO MUCH TODAY AND SPENT MOST OUR TIME IN THE HEADSPACE & LETTING THE BODY AUTOPILOT. IDK TODAY WILL SAID SOME FUNNY SHIT AND ANNOYED STAN AND FORD WAS BEING CUTE AS PER USUAL AND WE JUST KINDA HAD A FUN CHILL DAY FOR ONCE!

HMMMMMB. OK GOOGLE WHAT COUNTS AS A PASTRY auaisjdjdnsd WE LIKE DONUTS! THOSE ARE PROBABLY OUR FAVOURITE. WE DON'T EAT MUCH PASTRIES TBH. OUR FAVOURITE DONUT FLAVOUR IS GLAZE COVERED IN CHOCOLATE

I DON'T THINK WE HAVE ONE TBH! WE ARE FOND OF THE PHOENIX IF THAT COUNTS THOUGH DUE TO OUR CORE; THEIR DAEMON IS A PHOENIX! THEY'RE HEAVILY ASSOCIATED WITH FIRE AND REBIRTH TOO! EVERY TIME THEY FRONT THEY'RE DIFFERENT YET THE SAME, IT'S NEAT.

WE AREN'T THE BIGGEST FAN OF POETRY AND WE DON'T GO OUT OF OUR WAY TO READ MUCH POEMS BUT OUR FAVOURITE POEM OF ALL TIME WILL ALWAYS BE STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING BY ROBERT FROST. FUN FACT! IT BECAME OUR FAVOURITE POEM BECAUSE OF A GAME CALLED TRANSFERENCE. IT'S A NICE LIL HORROR GAME ABOUT A FAMILY WHO GETS SUPER FUCKED UP BY THE DAD'S SCIENCE EXPERIMENT :) I THINK WE FOUND THIS GAME DURING A PSYCHOSIS YEARS AGO AND IT WAS AROUND HALLOWEEN AND SOMETHING ABOUT IT JUST *CLICKED* IN OUR BRAIN. ANYWAYS THE POEM APPEARS IN THE GAME AND IT JUST LATCHED ITSELF INTO OUR BRAIN AND NOW IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT TO US!

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GOD YEAH. WE SHOULD DRAW MORE SKILLS STUFF BUT ALAS IT'S HARD FOR US TO DRAW SHIT IF WE DON'T HAVE INTROJECTS FROM SAID THING ACTIVE fhdjsjdjfjdkskf RIP TO DRAWING DOODLE PAGES OF ALL THE SKILLS THAT PROJECT WILL PROBABLY NEVER BE FINISHED LMAO

-BILL

[sullys-nose-hair]

You were being naughty uwu 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️(jtk ofc)

Twirling and pulling my armpit hairs I was moaning in Jeff's ugky ass room while being on his stale bed sheets my CUTE GIRLY SWEET little voice just let out the CUTEST moans.

I srlsy am jus perfect

My 00000.1 cm legs trembled in the most CUTE and PERFECT way as u think I let out a little bit of piss from how good I was feeling playing wit my armpit hair.

Jeff didn't needa know I was being a naughty little kitten and playing with my sexy 10 ft long blonde armpit hair that had all the other boys in the mansion fall inlove w me

I'm jus so perfect

Suddenly the door slaed open in a sexy and dominate way as my Jeffy weffy boo stood on his thin legs that srlsy needed life support and it was a wonder on how he was still standing in them. His sexy black hair fell beneath his shoulders, the lice so easy to see crawling around in there just making me cream my cute Christmas themed outfit.

(this is ur cute Christmas themed outfit btw)

"Ma sexi bebeahha wha arae ya doin'" My Jeffy weffy poo boos sexy voice fileld my cute 1cm WHITE ears and I creamed in my BEAUTIFUL outfit again, my blue orbs not leaving Jeff's skinny form.

His lice made it's way into my vagina, twisting and turning as they ate a little bit of my CUTE AND TASTY flesh. Infesting in my vag as my toes curled, my 2 yard ling toenails digging into my flesh, cutting it up as my CUTE SEDY PERFECT BEAUTIFUL GURLY voice filled Jeffy weffys beetle infected room.

"ye tha rig ma creatures punisha my bebeha growl" Jeff's SEXU DOMINATE RASPY DEEP voice filled my ears that are WHITE as his little lice buddies followed his command and started literally eating my vag.

"j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-jeffy p-p-p-p-p-p-poo p-p-p-p-p-p-please h-h-h-have m-m-m-m-mercy o-o-o-o-o-o-on m-m-m-m-m-me" my GURLY CUTE BUEATIFYL ERTHESL voice squeaked out in between my CUTE moans as his SEXY DARK BLUE eyes filled with DOMANICE AND SEXILESS glazed down on my cute 00000000000.1 cm ft form. My 10 yard tites bouncing up and down as the lice started to spread onto my titties. My 100000 yard ass making me jit even touch his bed as it grew even more wit how excited I was and my CUTE AND SMALL waist making me have the PERFECT hourglass paired with my FLAT AND PERFECT stomach.

"bebeha growl ya needa paay fa ya bein nauoghty" his sexi and DOMANICE voice called out to me as his lice started to infest and nibble on my cute, thick yes SKINNY body.

I'm jus so perfect

My pookies wookies 🥺☝️ @backpackin @oreosplease @spooky-donut-ghost-house @urratfather01 @tomfuckery06

Getting a lil rusty istg🤧😔

[mctwinkdom]

Okay so I don't know if you've heard of the song "Candyman" by Flyana Boss but it has been absolutely stuck in my head for the past week and the chorus for some reason SCREAMS mctwinks to me 💀 I just imagine Lando calling Oscar all these cheesy petnames like "my little gumdrop" and "my little nutter butter" and it just esclates to even more ridiculous ones like "my little snchookums bear" LMAO

I did not know this song but it was a very fun listen, thanks!

And I can picture that as well lol I think a LOT about Lando calling Oscar a "lil baby" and a "little snake". He would totally be the type to give sweet petnames that would get more and more cheesy/ridiculous. His little sweetheart, lil glazed donut and fluffy marshmallow koala bear 🫶

[headless609]

Get well soon!

Talking about your lastest post, I love that you think that Eric would smell like cookie and snack.😆

What's your favorite bakery then? ( I really like your art aaaa :))) )

Hiya👋 thank you, I think I got a lil better and I’ll posting art soon! My fav bakery? I don’t really go out a lot but I remember going to Dunkin Donuts to get a chocolate glazed donut… in the morning. kinda the only bakery I’ve ever went too. Thanks for the question :D

[rottencoreflesh101]

Happy birthday my lil guayaba glazed donut💖💖

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/749515461463506944/i-wanna-eat-doughnuts-off-of-fratpeters-cock

just opened tumblr this first thing i see. not same anon but glazed is right choice imo

my fave is chocolate glazed. NOT regular w a chocolate glaze. a CHOCOLATE donut w regular glaze. ugh. NUT.

tbh i'd forget there's a pp there and just take the donut as a lil treat

[hyunpic]

tagged by @njaems & @alrightyaphroditie 💘 thank uuuuu!!!

name: vilma

sign: taurus

height: 169cm idk what it is in the american ways of measurements

time: 9:45pm

birthday: may 19th

favorite band/artist: skz if i can only say one lol

last movie: it was some very bad xmas movie i watched with my mom on xmas and i don’t remember the name of it shsjdndn

last show: i have been watching peaky blinders! i haven’t finished it tho… but the last one i finished was wednesday

when I created this blog: 2020, somewhere at the beginning of that year i think. i don’t remember the exact month or day 😭

what I post: rebloging skz gifs. and i love to be here hyunposting all day everyday…. 💕 occasionally i post my lil videos and i talk tooooo much. also occasionally i rb other kpop groups i enjoy

other blogs: @hyunpicarchive @letterstostay

do I get asks: sometimes and i love to answer them, it’s sosososoo much fun

followers: i dont think it matters really bc im sure many of them are inactive anyway🤪

average hours of sleep: like 8 hours. i take sleep meds and they have saved my life bc without them i couldn’t sleep at all #insomnia. also does daydreaming consider as sleeping? it is dreaming right… i do that also many hours a day

instruments: i used to play guitar and i still remember how to play some chords, i also have an ukulele i like to play for fun when i feel like it

dream job: to be hyunjin’s personal rag he wipes his sweat off with…… my glazed donut. jk im studying to be youth leader so ig that is my dream job. when i was young i really wanted to be the red teletubby and a patient for doctors for some reason tho

dream trip: i want to go to amsterdam! i have said this before but the art galleries and flower fields would be heavenly to see. also berlin would be nice to experience too. and i really hope to travel somewhere in europe to see skz, i really want that to happen so badly when they finally have an europe tour 😔 and i also would love to go and meet some of my tumblr mutuals, in nyc and sweden. i have been in sweden before but this time it would be for the beloveds <3

favorite songs: omggggg rn love untold, can’t get enough of it, it pulls all of my heart strings just the right way.

tagging: @taeminblr @young-jae @yonglixx @ortali @jjaes @hyunebear

[thetragicallynerdy]

Rules: tag 20 some people you want to get to know better.

I got tagged in this so very long ago by @dragonmuse, @yerbamansa, and @yourlocal-charlatan! Thanks for the tag pals, sorry it took me an age!

Relationship status: single as a pringle my dudes

Favourite colour: really deep red, specifically the red of a watercolour paint i have when it's still wet. Also all shades of blue-green are very beloved. (honestly this is silly but i just really love the vibrancy of wet paint, in any colours, so that would be my favourite colour if it could be)

Song stuck in my head: Cool About It by boygenius. Their new album y'all. It's uh. So fucking good but also ruining me just a lil (in a good way??)

Last song I listened to: Leonard Cohen, also by boygenius. Have I mentioned I'm listening to the album on repeat?

Three favourite foods: I have a difficult time picking favourites, because I have too many. But top contenders include this dessert my mother makes called Sex In A Pan, fresh raspberries (bonus points if they're black raspberries), and fried chicken.

Oh also Tim Hortons Blueberry Glazed old fashioned style donuts. (They are sold at exactly one Tim Hortons that I know of, which is about 1.5 hours away from of my house) (for context there are probably close to 40 Tim Hortons in my city. None of them have this donut. It's a tragedy.)

Last thing I googled searched: "wolf beside coyote" for shifter au related reasons (the comedy of coyote jim beside big wolves who are the rest of the crew)

Dream trip: I would kill for a cottage up North for a week tbh. Sit on a dock and drink non-alcoholic IPAs and watch loons dive in the water. I would also kill to go on a canoe trip in Algonquin, but moreso to have the capacity to go on a canoe trip in Algonquin.

Anything I want right now: Ah, man. This feels like a bit of a loaded question for me right now. Too many things, lets just leave it at that.

On a much sillier note: I want my hamster to stop building a nest under my couch anytime I let her out to run XD

Tagging: @nyxisadyke, @alfalfairy, @draculafemme, @garlicenthusiasm, @ukulelegodparent, @barelyherestillqueer, @skollwolf, @coffeequaffingunicorn, @ladythmpr, @noodlebutts , @thou-art-of-the-stars, @wall-e-gorl, @bringinghometherain, @frrenchie, and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

(For those tagged, only if you want to of course!! And if you don't want to do it pls know I am giving u a lil kiss on your noggin or waving hello instead :3)

[a2zillustration-archive]

* ~ March Baking Journey ~ *

Really Big Zebra Cake (Vanilla Cake with Zebra Cake Accoutrements) - 2.5/5

Hey friends

when will I learn not to mix and match recipes LOL

Y’all. I was so excited for this. I wanted this to work so bad. But I have once again played myself in trying to combine multiple recipes. And also having no idea how food works.

The vanilla cake is very good, it’s not too sweet and it almost has a pound cake texture, it’s very dense. Which means it didn’t really fit with the vibe of store-bought lil debra zebra cakes. The marshmallow buttercream is also good and I think this whole thing would’ve been better frosted in that. But.

In my desire to make a cake that actually looked good, I coated a relatively soft and delicate cake with .25″ of white chocolate coating which meant the minute I tried to cut into this thing, the force needed to break the chocolate absolutely obliterated the cake underneath. Maybe I should’ve added more shortening to the coating, I don’t know, I’m not sure if that would’ve made it less dense and difficult to cut. All I know is that this cake looked good up until I wanted to eat it.

Notes for next time: don’t do this and use a frosting recipe from the vanilla cake blog instead

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Baked Donuts with Pink Vanilla Glaze - 4/5

I had a craving specifically for pink-frosted sprinkle donuts and I bought a donut pan not too long ago, so I made the first cake donut recipe I found online and it was pretty good! The flavors are pretty basic but they’re super cute and they make me happy.

Recipe notes: use slightly less flour than the recipe calls for but keep a 1:1 substitute for the cinnamon in place of nutmeg; also, the pink was ~3:1 red-blue food coloring

[lunchababes]

Took a bubble bath, did skincare, brushed teeth, lotioned up and slid my lil glazed donut ass in bed. Fuck my haters