Confection and confession.

[RepresentingWrath]

The task is simple. You write a small or long piece, half of it should be about confection, half about confession. Doesn't have to be split in the middle, what I mean by half is that you can't mention a confection just once and write about confession only, and vice versa. Both themese should be included equally. Can be any kind of confession. Can be only real type of confection, no bullshit ones like considering souls, people, blood, etc as confection.

The winner gets a confection of their choice(cookie).

 

[RedMuffin]

Writers, do you need me to pose while you write about me?

 

[CharlesEBrown]

She eyed us sadly: "I have a confession - I used cocaine instead of sugar in the fudge..."

 

[Deleted member 41774]

Spoiler: My neuron activated so yeah

“Goddamn I am horny,” was the first words I uttered upon waking up. I admit that I have a chronic porn addiction and I cannot go on my day without at least whipping it out and shooting a good one. Pretty much nutting once a day has become a part of my routine. They do say it was healthy to do this anyway so I saw no harm in doing so.

But it gets tougher with each passing day. Every day, I found myself desiring a better material; something more stimulating than I already had. At first, just busting it to an image of my favorite model was enough, but eventually I found myself transitioning to drawings. After that, my little buddy down there wouldn’t even arise at the sight of an illustration of girl with her legs spread and her breasts bigger than her head. I did try to switch between 2D and 3D, but yeah, my manhood sometimes just doesn’t feel like spitting one for the team.

I unlocked my phone and started going through my photo gallery. Yep, it’s the same images again. I’ve used these things as fap materials for years now. I could still fire off a big one from these, but I was starting to feel like something was missing. You know what, I’ll think about how to appease my inner degenerate later. I should have my breakfast first. Maybe a full stomach would help me think better with my other head.

I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Scanning its contents, my eyes wandered to a plate full of muffins, then as if jolted by electricity, something sparked in my groggy brain.

Those muffins are looking hella thick, no?

Could this be perhaps the missing factor that will revive little Junjun’s vigor? I picked one muffin and sized it up. Humu… It’s big enough. It will fit.

And so, my monkey brain got to work. I took out my phone, chose the character whose proportions is the closest to the size of this muffin and went straight to the toilet. I pulled down my pajama, sat on my throne and performed the sacred ritual. The soft sensation sent shivers through my body. Fuck, Junjun loved it! As soon as I poked it, I was hard! Holy shit! I knew this wasn’t what a real coochie felt like, but it was close enough. Doing a bit of grind made me hard as diamond. I hastened the strokes and soon I fired fireworks of white, some of them sticking on the tiled bathroom wall, some residue was also left inside the muffin as if it was filled with cream. Oh my god, that felt good.

Ah, but what do I do with this hole? Eh it’s fine. With the deed done, I put the dessert back to the fridge. I am now really hungry.

A few minutes later, my mom came down. She fridge and looked at the muffins suspiciously.

“Huh? Did I ever fill this one with cream?”

And so my end of the bargain has been fulfilled.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Spoiler: My neuron activated so yeah

“Goddamn I am horny,” was the first words I uttered upon waking up. I admit that I have a chronic porn addiction and I cannot go on my day without at least whipping it out and shooting a good one. Pretty much nutting once a day has become a part of my routine. They do say it was healthy to do this anyway so I saw no harm in doing so.

But it gets tougher with each passing day. Every day, I found myself desiring a better material; something more stimulating than I already had. At first, just busting it to an image of my favorite model was enough, but eventually I found myself transitioning to drawings. After that, my little buddy down there wouldn’t even arise at the sight of an illustration of girl with her legs spread and her breasts bigger than her head. I did try to switch between 2D and 3D, but yeah, my manhood sometimes just doesn’t feel like spitting one for the team.

I unlocked my phone and started going through my photo gallery. Yep, it’s the same images again. I’ve used these things as fap materials for years now. I could still fire off a big one from these, but I was starting to feel like something was missing. You know what, I’ll think about how to appease my inner degenerate later. I should have my breakfast first. Maybe a full stomach would help me think better with my other head.

I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Scanning its contents, my eyes wandered to a plate full of muffins, then as if jolted by electricity, something sparked in my groggy brain.

Those muffins are looking hella thick, no?

Could this be perhaps the missing factor that will revive little Junjun’s vigor? I picked one muffin and sized it up. Humu… It’s big enough. It will fit.

And so, my monkey brain got to work. I took out my phone, chose the character whose proportions is the closest to the size of this muffin and went straight to the toilet. I pulled down my pajama, sat on my throne and performed the sacred ritual. The soft sensation sent shivers through my body. Fuck, Junjun loved it! As soon as I poked it, I was hard! Holy shit! I knew this wasn’t what a real coochie felt like, but it was close enough. Doing a bit of grind made me hard as diamond. I hastened the strokes and soon I fired fireworks of white, some of them sticking on the tiled bathroom wall, some residue was also left inside the muffin as if it was filled with cream. Oh my god, that felt good.

Ah, but what do I do with this hole? Eh it’s fine. With the deed done, I put the dessert back to the fridge. I am now really hungry.

A few minutes later, my mom came down. She fridge and looked at the muffins suspiciously.

“Huh? Did I ever fill this one with cream?”

And so my end of the bargain has been fulfilled.

Not what I expected, but @RedMuffin should be pleased with this one.

 

[gaylolis]

Honestly, way back, I bought chocolate and ate it myself during the valentines because I just like chocolate and there's usually some big discount at the convenience store.

I ain't sharing it with others, not even girls, no way. I bought it with my own money.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Spoiler: Confectionery

Mavis bit into the sweet slice of succulent cake. Her face lit up as she waved the dagger in her hand. It was a mix of sweet berries with a creamy center, and the sponginess of it delighted her.

Cake was a delicacy, obtained through harsh trials, and cutting into it reminded Mavis of the other activities associated with her trade. Being a bandit wasn’t all bad. As their queen on the bone throne, she’d cut into her fair share of noblemen. You see, Mavis always got her cake, whether it was this confectionery, or the mountain of jewels in their coffers.

However, the nobleman before her looked far less delighted. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he awaited her verdict.

The woman licked her cherry lips, cleaning away the frosting. Mavis smiled, playfully waving around her dagger. “This one is good. You don’t need to look so nervous. I don’t bite.”

The nobleman shook his head and chuckled nervously. “Thank you, but I’ll head back and give the chef your praise. It’s getting late, and I don’t want to end up like those princes, mauled to death by vampires.”

Mavis tilted her head and rested the dagger against her cheek. “Is that what they’re saying? They’re saying it’s the work of vampires?”

“Was it not?”

“Of course it’s not, you buffoon. Do you believe everything those leaders of yours say?”

Mavis held her head dramatically and stood in front of the poor man. She frowned, pitying him from the bottom of her heart.

“Gullible, little man,” she said before leaning over and whispering in his ear. “I’m the one who killed your princes.”

A startled yelp exited his mouth, but the dagger had already penetrated his sternum, sinking directly into his heart.

Mavis caught the falling nobleman into a deadly hug. She savored the sweet smell of the fresh dripping blood. She reveled in how easily her knife cut through the spongy substance. The gooey insides gushed out like that fresh slice of cake.

She covered his mouth with her freehand, preventing any sounds from ruining the moment. Cake should be enjoyed in silence.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Spoiler: Confectionery

Mavis bit into the sweet slice of succulent cake. Her face lit up as she waved the dagger in her hand. It was a mix of sweet berries with a creamy center, and the sponginess of it delighted her.

Cake was a delicacy, obtained through harsh trials, and cutting into it reminded Mavis of the other activities associated with her trade. Being a bandit wasn’t all bad. As their queen on the bone throne, she’d cut into her fair share of noblemen. You see, Mavis always got her cake, whether it was this confectionery, or the mountain of jewels in their coffers.

However, the nobleman before her looked far less delighted. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he awaited her verdict.

The woman licked her cherry lips, cleaning away the frosting. Mavis smiled, playfully waving around her dagger. “This one is good. You don’t need to look so nervous. I don’t bite.”

The nobleman shook his head and chuckled nervously. “Thank you, but I’ll head back and give the chef your praise. It’s getting late, and I don’t want to end up like those princes, mauled to death by vampires.”

Mavis tilted her head and rested the dagger against her cheek. “Is that what they’re saying? They’re saying it’s the work of vampires?”

“Was it not?”

“Of course, it’s not, you buffoon. Do you believe everything those leaders of yours say?”

Mavis held her head dramatically and stood in front of the poor man. She frowned, pitying him from the bottom of her heart.

“Gullible, little man,” she said before leaning over and whispering in his ear. “I’m the one who killed your princes.”

A startled yelp exited his mouth, but the dagger had already penetrated his sternum, sinking directly into his heart.

Mavis caught the falling nobleman into a deadly hug. She savored the sweet smell of the fresh dripping blood. She reveled in how easily her knife cut through the spongy substance. The gooey insides gushed out like that fresh slice of cake.

She covered his mouth with her freehand, preventing any sounds from ruining the moment. Cake should be enjoyed in silence.

That's super close to what I had in mind when I thought of this prompt.

 

[RedMuffin]

Spoiler: My neuron activated so yeah

“Goddamn I am horny,” was the first words I uttered upon waking up. I admit that I have a chronic porn addiction and I cannot go on my day without at least whipping it out and shooting a good one. Pretty much nutting once a day has become a part of my routine. They do say it was healthy to do this anyway so I saw no harm in doing so.

But it gets tougher with each passing day. Every day, I found myself desiring a better material; something more stimulating than I already had. At first, just busting it to an image of my favorite model was enough, but eventually I found myself transitioning to drawings. After that, my little buddy down there wouldn’t even arise at the sight of an illustration of girl with her legs spread and her breasts bigger than her head. I did try to switch between 2D and 3D, but yeah, my manhood sometimes just doesn’t feel like spitting one for the team.

I unlocked my phone and started going through my photo gallery. Yep, it’s the same images again. I’ve used these things as fap materials for years now. I could still fire off a big one from these, but I was starting to feel like something was missing. You know what, I’ll think about how to appease my inner degenerate later. I should have my breakfast first. Maybe a full stomach would help me think better with my other head.

I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Scanning its contents, my eyes wandered to a plate full of muffins, then as if jolted by electricity, something sparked in my groggy brain.

Those muffins are looking hella thick, no?

Could this be perhaps the missing factor that will revive little Junjun’s vigor? I picked one muffin and sized it up. Humu… It’s big enough. It will fit.

And so, my monkey brain got to work. I took out my phone, chose the character whose proportions is the closest to the size of this muffin and went straight to the toilet. I pulled down my pajama, sat on my throne and performed the sacred ritual. The soft sensation sent shivers through my body. Fuck, Junjun loved it! As soon as I poked it, I was hard! Holy shit! I knew this wasn’t what a real coochie felt like, but it was close enough. Doing a bit of grind made me hard as diamond. I hastened the strokes and soon I fired fireworks of white, some of them sticking on the tiled bathroom wall, some residue was also left inside the muffin as if it was filled with cream. Oh my god, that felt good.

Ah, but what do I do with this hole? Eh it’s fine. With the deed done, I put the dessert back to the fridge. I am now really hungry.

A few minutes later, my mom came down. She fridge and looked at the muffins suspiciously.

“Huh? Did I ever fill this one with cream?”

And so my end of the bargain has been fulfilled.

TOLD YOU I WILL MAKE YOU WRITE MUFFIN SMUT!

Not what I expected, but @RedMuffin should be pleased with this one.

To be honest I also didn't expect it to end up this way...

 

[greyblob]

Spoiler: magic and belief

Today marks the thirteenth moon since I've opened my workshop. My den of deciet. My cradle of falseho--

"Welcome!" Hannah's loud, energetic voice broke my focus. "To Jerry's Magic Bakery." She jumped in the air and clapped and the crowd before her followed suit. Her smile widened further, something I thought impossible. "Today is our one year anniversiery and we have many many new, delicious, and powerful treats for you!"

Her enthusiasm rippled through the crowd like waves. I allowed myself the slightest smile. I would give them what they want and they would return the favor tenfold.

Quickly and efficiently, Hannah shuffled the unruly crowd of mercenaries, adevntureres, and other sword-for-hires into a neat orderly line. I was near-certain she was a witch, a powerful one at that. Or an arch-demon. No other power could command such a gathering with such ease. But she did her work and never complained, and the foolish customers adore her.

A quarter of the crowd entered my bakery, and the rest waited outside. The fifty inside split further into three more lines. The warriors and the warrior-like rushed to the butter cookies and hard candy, the mages and the robed beelined to the cake section, and the rest roamed aimlessly, their eyes taking in the goods and goodies.

I watched from behind the counters with an amused grin. It was ill-advised, of course, displaying such deciet but I couldn't help myself. They were like moths to a flame.

"Jerry."

My name was not Jerry. That was obviously a lie. My name is S--

"Hellooooo, Jerry," Hannah waved her hand before my face. "Can you hear meeee,"

A sigh escaped me. "Yes, Hannah. What do you need?"

"Nothing!" She beamed at me. "Everything is going so swell!"

"Indeed." I chuckled. "I wonder how much more powerful I'll grow."

As you would have likely guessed, I was no simple baker (though I was very, very good at it). I was more. An artist. Truth-Bender. I wove reality. Life was my instrument, words my strings, and I played them wonderfully.

"Of course, Jerry." She rolled her eyes.

Hannah was my greatest work beside the bakery. I could tell her the truth, the bare butt-naked truth, and she would think me lying.

"Do you see it, Hannah?" I waved at the unsuspecting customers. "Their belief. So strong, so nurished."

"Oh yes, great master Jerry!" Her tone was exageratted, playing along with my lie-truth. She did that often. "Our cakes are so delicious, our customers can't get enough, and are alchemically altered to strengthen and help common man and adverturer man." She hummed pleasently. "The world will bow before our feet."

I nodded, imagining the scene in my head. "The world runs on belief, Hannah, and these are our first followers. Oh what beautifully ignorant fools."

She frowned. She never liked me insulting our buyers. "But our sweets are really good. And they do what we say they do. The cherry hard candy makes you stronger and the blue-berry cake replenishes your mana."

"They work because they believe it!."

She titled her head in confusion. "But we do use magicked ingredients, so... we get magicked food."

"I don't think you're following what I say Hannah." I shook my head. "Let me start from the beginning. How did the gods become gods? They were not born as such, that is for certain, but they..."

Hannah tuned out her patron, though not completly. She liked hearing his voice. He was a nice man. He was fair, paid everyone more than enough and never raised his voice or made an injustice. She liked him well enough, even if he was a bit... imaginative. Her lips widened in a subtle smile as she watched the customers shuffling about and nodded every once in a while at Jerry's storytelling.

 

[Deleted member 41774]

TOLD YOU I WILL MAKE YOU WRITE MUFFIN SMUT!

 

[Stemcells]

Honestly idk how I should frame this. *sweating profusely*
Everybody will get to know that I'm bad at writing.
Because I do elaborate things way too much to annoy readers??

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Honestly idk how I should frame this. *sweating profusely*
Everybody will get to know that I'm bad at writing.
Because I do elaborate things way too much to annoy readers??

Everyone is a bad author and some are more badder than others.

 

[Nevafrost]

Hear me out, cake- I want to confess something. I have never confessed to a cake.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Spoiler: magic and belief

Today marks the thirteenth moon since I've opened my workshop. My den of deciet. My cradle of falseho--

"Welcome!" Hannah's loud, energetic voice broke my focus. "To Jerry's Magic Bakery." She jumped in the air and clapped and the crowd before her followed suit. Her smile widened further, something I thought impossible. "Today is our one year anniversiery and we have many many new, delicious, and powerful treats for you!"

Her enthusiasm rippled through the crowd like waves. I allowed myself the slightest smile. I would give them what they want and they would return the favor tenfold.

Quickly and efficiently, Hannah shuffled the unruly crowd of mercenaries, adevntureres, and other sword-for-hires into a neat orderly line. I was near-certain she was a witch, a powerful one at that. Or an arch-demon. No other power could command such a gathering with such ease. But she did her work and never complained, and the foolish customers adore her.

A quarter of the crowd entered my bakery, and the rest waited outside. The fifty inside split further into three more lines. The warriors and the warrior-like rushed to the butter cookies and hard candy, the mages and the robed beelined to the cake section, and the rest roamed aimlessly, their eyes taking in the goods and goodies.

I watched from behind the counters with an amused grin. It was ill-advised, of course, displaying such deciet but I couldn't help myself. They were like moths to a flame.

"Jerry."

My name was not Jerry. That was obviously a lie. My name is S--

"Hellooooo, Jerry," Hannah waved her hand before my face. "Can you hear meeee,"

A sigh escaped me. "Yes, Hannah. What do you need?"

"Nothing!" She beamed at me. "Everything is going so swell!"

"Indeed." I chuckled. "I wonder how much more powerful I'll grow."

As you would have likely guessed, I was no simple baker (though I was very, very good at it). I was more. An artist. Truth-Bender. I wove reality. Life was my instrument, words my strings, and I played them wonderfully.

"Of course, Jerry." She rolled her eyes.

Hannah was my greatest work beside the bakery. I could tell her the truth, the bare butt-naked truth, and she would think me lying.

"Do you see it, Hannah?" I waved at the unsuspecting customers. "Their belief. So strong, so nurished."

"Oh yes, great master Jerry!" Her tone was exageratted, playing along with my lie-truth. She did that often. "Our cakes are so delicious, our customers can't get enough, and are alchemically altered to strengthen and help common man and adverturer man." She hummed pleasently. "The world will bow before our feet."

I nodded, imagining the scene in my head. "The world runs on belief, Hannah, and these are our first followers. Oh what beautifully ignorant fools."

She frowned. She never liked me insulting our buyers. "But our sweets are really good. And they do what we say they do. The cherry hard candy makes you stronger and the blue-berry cake replenishes your mana."

"They work because they believe it!."

She titled her head in confusion. "But we do use magicked ingredients, so... we get magicked food."

"I don't think you're following what I say Hannah." I shook my head. "Let me start from the beginning. How did the gods become gods? They were not born as such, that is for certain, but they..."

Hannah tuned out her patron, though not completly. She liked hearing his voice. He was a nice man. He was fair, paid everyone more than enough and never raised his voice or made an injustice. She liked him well enough, even if he was a bit... imaginative. Her lips widened in a subtle smile as she watched the customers shuffling about and nodded every once in a while at Jerry's storytelling.

As usual, it's very good. A bit off-topic though.

Honestly idk how I should frame this. *sweating profusely*
Everybody will get to know that I'm bad at writing.
Because I do elaborate things way too much to annoy readers??

I am not here to judge. I am not here to push you into writing either. Do whatever you are comfortable with doing.

 

[Stemcells]

As usual, it's very good. A bit off-topic though.

I am not here to judge. I am not here to push you into writing either. Do whatever you are comfortable with doing.

Thank you??
But I was trying trying to write something on -confection and confession.
Failed terribly coz it didn't sound right.
It was a confession as you can see.. ??