#spicy spicy pumpkin cookies

[achromant]

[sugarcowffee]

Howdy!! In collaboration with the one and only @princess-spud we are designing some Cookie Run charms! If you are interested feel free to DM either of us! Keep an eye on Spud's instagram since that where she's the most active.

First up is Pumpkin Pie! With the backside of her charm being Summerween themed! Feel free to gues who's up next and suggest any cookies you wanna see!

[frogshunnedshadows]

The spice must flow.

[ninjakittycomics]

recipes in comic form

read a thing about save the recipes you like cuz they'll get lost.

I don't always post on Tumblr, cuz it's my play space where i find fandom goodness.

But anyhoo... here's the main link of where they're posted and then I'm gonna see how many pictures I can shove in a post 🤣

And now the rest (if i can do the under the cut thing:

This taco bake one is a page in the middle of a larger story. I clipped it out and put it in the recipes section. Its super cheesey good.

Butter cookies, easy ingredients list, complicated to make. Very good though (and has been tested with gluten free flour, it worked 1:1 very well) (later we tested with miyokos vegetable butter, because another member of the household has dairy allergies. That worked 1:1 as well, it was a little harder to roll the dough thinner though. Baked just fine)

My only advice is don't mix up baking soda and baking powder. It made them weirdly hard.

Gingerbread that's spicy good 🥰 definitely recommend! (If y'all make constructions with this, I'd love to see the photos)

This one is also spicy goodness. (A bland pumpkin pie is sad to me 😅)

There are more, i have to put them to the site. (Deviled eggs and french onion are definitely on my main comic site. Future edit to come)

[kahemimages]

Nana's Spicy Pumpkin Chocolate Cookies These soft, chewy cookies scream fall because they are loaded with pumpkin and gooey chocolate and covered in a spicy cinnamon-sugar and white chocolate coating.

[sanukiayaka]

Nana's Spicy Pumpkin Chocolate Cookies Packed with pumpkin and gooey chocolate, and rolled in a spicy cinnamon-sugar and white chocolate, these soft and chewy cookies scream fall!

[bunnys-kisses]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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[sweet-and-sour-bites]

Can I have burning spice cookie x reader who is a absolutely sweetheart that is totally innocent adorable and bubbly and loves to give lots of affection to him I’m totally seeing reader having the scary dog privileges as burning alive always follow behind reader and growls at anyone and hugs them protective saying mine as he shows his teeths at him and the only thing reader do to calm him down is to kiss his cheek and caress his face im bet reader goes all affectionate even in front of burning spice army too headcanons please

You got it! This will be gender neutral.

☁️Burning Spice Cookie x Sweetheart Gn!Reader

Most definitely Scary Dog Privileges. He's always beside you, either next to you or behind you. He can't keep his hands off of you either.

While you interact with his army, he'll linger just a little ways behind and glare at the poor fool you're talking to. Everyone says it's jealousy, he says it's to keep everyone in line. It's jealousy.

When you two are alone, he likes to have you on his lap. As you kiss him, hold him, and shower him with compliments, he melts.

Speaking of holding him, it's no secret that he runs hotter than most others. When you two first got together he didn't show it, but he was a little worried about burning you.

You're just not as heat-resistant as him. You saw right through him though and kept surprising him with hugs to show that you didn't mind the heat.

You stole his heart forever after that.

There are times that his pride gets in the way, and you'll two fight. After some time and a walk to cool off, he mostly just went away to destroy shit, he finds you after and apologizes. He's grateful you have such a big heart that you don't stay mad at him.

Speaking of which, he adores all the sweet gestures you do. Making him food, boasting about him, telling his army he's a snuggle bug with a ticklish spot, he loves it all.

He knows you're not much of a fighter. He's actually glad you're not out searching for a brawl. He trains you so you can protect yourself, but other than that, he's not letting you anywhere near a fight.

When he fights though, he sometimes gets ruffed up on purpose just to have you worry over him. Running around, grabbing medical supplies, and generally just smothering him in your love anyway possible.

Smug ass enjoys it too.

All in all, he loves just how sweet you are.

"Ah, there you are sweetheart, what ya making? Spicy tuna for me? How sweet."

"The hell you lookin' at? Keep your eyes off my darling!"

"Now now pumpkin, it's just a couple of bruises, no need to be so worried. Though if ya want, ya can kiss 'em to make 'em feel better."

"On your feet doll! Ya gotta be able to punch harder than that. No, you can't just offer the enemy food to stop fighting!"

"Love ya too, sweetheart."

[palescat]

Flavours assigned to Life Series members by ZombieCleo

Skizz -> Banana Gem -> Cherry Grian -> Strawberry InTheLittleWood -> Lemon(/Lime) ZombieCleo -> Kiwi (/Sour green apple) Etho -> blackcurrant Tango -> (blue) Raspberry Pearl -> Mango Mumbo -> Spicy cinnamon LDshadowlady -> Pumpkin spice Bdubs -> Sourpatch kids Scott -> Peppermint hot chocolate Rendog -> Hot Cheeto Smallishbeans -> Cola Scar -> Cotton candy BigB -> Cookie (/smooth Peanut butter) Impulse -> Chocolate Solidarity -> Peach (5am pearl -> redbull) Will update it once we add more! :D

[darkpetal16]

Quick question for all the boys: what nickname would they give to their partner?

ALL?? OK BABE I GOT YOU. but like I can't do an "all" post again there's just too many now lol.

Underfell!Sans (Red): Babe (all), sweetheart (for the shy or introverted babes), doll/dollface (for the feisty babes)

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge): Love (but very sparingly, he’s not fond of nicknames):

Underfell!Wingding (Fell): My dear / My love / My other half / My heart (all emphasis on the my)

Underfell!Asriel (Prince): doesn’t use nicknames unless explicitly asked to. Might refer to you as partner / mate / spouse however.

Underfell!Grillby (Fellby): Sweet girl/boy/pup & Little firecracker.

Underswap!Sans (Blue): Not fond of nicknames but will occasionally call you his puzzle piece. If you ask him to call you something specific, he will.

Underswap!Papyrus (Stretch): Honey, honey bear, honey pie, spicy honey, and if he wants to be ornery / annoy others in public. . .honey bunny wunny.

Underswap!Wingding (Thread): My dear, my little patchwork, darling, marshmallow / cinnamon spice / pumpkin pie.

Underswap!Asriel (Buttercup): Dummy (affectionately). He gets embarrassed by nicknames.

Mafiafell!Sans (Hit): for feminine presenting partner: doll face, sweetheart, lil lady, cookie. For masculine presenting partner: pal, buzz, lil gent, dish. For neutral, mixture of both depending on his mood.

Mafiafell!Papyrus (Boss): He doesn’t do nicknames, per se, but instead waxes poetry for you about you in private. He’d also prefer it if you didn’t give him nicknames in public. Reputation is very important to him and his family and he expects you respect that.

Mafiafell!Wingding (Don): Muse, my dear, darling, puppet, marionette, toy

Mafiafell!Asriel (Heir): Meadow, my haven, my sunshine (if early riser) / my nightfall (if late sleeper)

Slumbertale!Sans (Slumber): Buddy, chum, pal, bucko, friend, fella who naps with me, pillow, blanket, kitten (if you nap often) / puppy (if you do not take naps often), the one who makes plans, my worser half (jokingly), my alarm clock, etc. He’ll come up with obscure and odd nicknames depending on your routine together.

Slumbertale!Papyrus (Mayor): MY RIGHT HAND! There is no bigger compliment because this fella HATES to rely on anyone so if you’re his right hand then you’re someone as invaluable to him as his own right hand.

Slumbertale!Wingding (Abyss): Dewdrop.

Slumbertale!Asriel (Unending): My dream come true, dreamer, buttercup, butterscotch, butter biscuit

Slumbertale!Grillby (Sleeby): His nickname will be dependent on your favorite drink. For example if you like pina coladas he’d call you his sweet coconut, and if you like soda he’d call you his pop-heart.

Horrortale!Sans (Axe): No nicknames unless you specifically tell him to. He just doesn’t think about it.

Horrortale!Papyrus (Sugar): My little meatball, Strawberry jam, rhubarb pie, my berry, love, heart, SOUL

Horrortale!Wingding (Ghost): my heart / our hope

Horrortale!Asriel (Yarrow): butterscotch, cinnamon bun, and sun drop

Horrortale!Grillby (Calcifer): no nicknames!

Reapertale!Sans (Reaper): Nothing set in stone. He'll come up with one time nicknames for puns. Like if you were burned alive & died to met him, he'd call you hot stuff. If you drowned he'd call you a mermaid with lungs. Things along those lines.

Sciencetale!Sans (Doc): he tried nicknames. It came out awkward because he kept stuttering and he was deeply embarrassed so he never did it again.

Sciencetale!Wingding (Professor): Treasure

Siren!Sans (Siren): That’s a human concept, so he wouldn’t choose any. You can tell him what you want him to call you and he’ll accommodate.

Siren!Wingding (Apex): Same as above.

Dustttale!Sans (Dust): Idiot, fool, daydreamer, dreamer, (and very rarely when he thinks you aren’t listening) my miracle

MASTERLIST (HCS & REQUESTED SCENARIOS)

[jobean12-blog]

A Dash of Spice and Everything Nice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 2,375

Summary: Every year you bake for the local charity event Bucky hosts- he might be the boss but he takes care of those in need-and this time you get some extra help.

Author's Note: This is for my ongoing Kinktober celebration and my absolute love for Mob!Bucky- he is one of my kinks forever. You all know how I love him soft and sweet but still in charge. Hope you enjoy, thank you all so much for reading! Much love always ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: it's soft and sweet and fluffy and spicy, reader is sassafrass and Bucky loves it, baking is involved but he really wants to eat something else...o-r-al, p i-n- the-v.

Kinktober Masterlist 2023

Before the front door of the house even closes you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Wow doll face. Smells so good in here.”

He walks into the kitchen and you rush into his outstretched arms. He cradles your face in his large hands, letting his eyes wander over your features before slowly bringing your lips to his. The kiss starts out soft and sweet but in the next moment he has you pinned against the refrigerator, his hand tugging at the tie of your apron.

“Wait, wait,” you whisper along his lips. “I have muffins about to come out of the oven and bread that needs to go in.”

“And I’ve missed you all day,” he counters, giving you a boyish smirk.

“Mm, missed you too,” you purr, kissing the corner of his mouth.

You slip from his grasp and flit around the kitchen, checking timers and dough.

The timer goes off seconds later and you pull the muffins from the oven, checking their readiness before sliding in the pan of chocolate pumpkin bread.

“There,” you say with a contented sigh. “Now for the cookies.”

You’re reaching up for a measuring cup when you feel him at your back, his lips skimming the shell of your ear with his whispered words. “Do you plan on baking all night doll?”

An involuntary shiver runs across your skin and you lean back into his embrace.

“No,” you gasp, craning your neck to the side when his lips meet your shoulder and he trails kisses along your throat. “But these have to be ready for the bake sale tomorrow and a little help will make it go faster.”

He stops, his lips still pressed to your skin.

“Bucky?” you ask with a smile in your voice.

“Fine doll. I’ll help you bake but as soon as we’re done we do what I want.”

You turn in his arms and dance your fingers up his suit jacket. “Don’t we always?”

His lips brush yours before his kiss and he quickly has you in his arms, lifting you onto the countertop.

“Bucky,” you admonish, your voice hardly stern and instead breathy and desperate.

“I know, I know,” he groans.

He steps back and runs a hand through his hair. “What should I do?”

You giggle as you slide off the counter.

“First of all,” you say, sauntering toward him. “You have to take off some of these clothes. Wouldn’t want you getting any flour on your Dior.”

His eyebrows raise. “Think I’m going to like baking.”

You playfully roll your eyes even as you start to gently push his suit jacket from his shoulders. Once it’s off you carefully drape it over the back of the chair and start to work on his button down.

With deft fingers you undo the first few buttons, smoothing your fingertips along his skin.

“Do you want me to get you a tee shirt?” you ask as you continue, pushing the sides of his shirt open to run your nails over his abs.

“Do you want to get me a tee shirt?” he teases back.

“No.”

You slowly remove his shirt and hang it over his suit jacket.

When you reach for his belt buckle he stops you with a firm hand on your wrist.

“Doll,” he warns. “You expect me to help you bake after all this?”

“You have to. I can’t show up to the event without my baked goodies…what will I tell everyone?”

“That your husband spent the whole night fucking your brains out and you didn’t have any time to bake,” he states with finality.

You lift your eyes from his flexing abs. “And they’ll all be too scared to say a word about it but then I won’t raise any money for our charity.”

Your pouty lips are too hard to resist and he takes your chin between his fingers, dragging your mouth to his for a heated kiss.

When he stops your eyes remain closed, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you sway on your feet.

“We just have to make two batches of cookies,” you whisper, still savoring his lips.

Your eyes open and you continue working on his belt. Once it hangs loosely at his hips you unbutton his pants and then pull the zipper down, revealing his patterned boxer briefs.

You drop to your knees and start to tug each pant leg off.

“Fuck doll,” he croons. “You always look so good on your knees for me.”

You look up at him and nibble your bottom lip. “You’re not making this any easier, you know.”

“I’m not trying to,” he smirks. “And this was your idea.”

As you stand you glide your fingers along his thighs, reaching up to kiss him when you say, “leave your socks on. Your feet will get cold.”

He chuckles and adjusts himself in his boxers, the outline of his arousal prominent in the tight fabric.

“You’re worried about my feet?”

You give him a look before sashaying out of the kitchen and returning moments later with his slippers. When you drop them at his feet he slides them on with a wry smile.

“You’re sassy when you bake Mrs. Barnes. I like it.”

“Don’t get any more ideas and get over there and read me that recipe,” you say as you shake your whisk his way with a no nonsense look.

“Mm bossy too,” he hums.

“Yeah, yeah…” you mutter, playfully glaring now. “And you’re just letting me do it because you like it.”

“Obviously,” he replies, holding your stare even as the corners of his eyes crinkle in delight.

“Recipe Barnes,” you repeat.

He blows you a kiss and then peers down at the paper, squinting his eyes before bringing it closer to his face. His mouth opens as he turns to you but before he can even get the question out you have his glasses in your hand and you’re holding them out for him.

“Thanks doll face,” he beams with a knowing smile, then looks back at the recipe. “Ok so first we need…”

Once you have the batter ready Bucky stands behind you at the counter, his arms on either side of you while he mixes and you watch.

You wiggle your ass into him and giggle when he growls and pins you with his hips.

“You’re not behaving,” he states.

“Who said anything about behaving?” you ask and do it again.

He stops mixing and grabs your waist. “Doll,” he warns.

You hum quietly and take the spatula to continue, ignoring his groans.

“Is it time to taste test?” he asks as he slides his finger toward the bowl.

“NO!” you shout and slap his hand. “It’s raw!”

“Ow,” he whines, making you laugh.

“Ow my ass! Come on, let’s get these on the pan and in the oven.”

“Can I at least taste something else?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his hands pawing at your leggings.

“After,” you answer, trying to stop the tremble of anticipation that runs through you.

When the whole house smells of cinnamon, sugar and spice you sigh in relief and set the timer for the last time.

Bucky stalks toward you and takes you in his arms. “Finally,” he murmurs.

You flatten your palms on his chest. “Not yet. We have to clean up and wait for the cookies to come out. Otherwise, they might burn.”

His eyes darken and he holds you in place. “We’re using the dishwasher.”

“Of course,” you say in agreement, your smile saccharine.

He loads the dishwasher in record time while you wipe down the counters and wrap up the cooled muffins and bread.

The cookie timer goes off and before you can get to the oven he has it open and is pulling the tray out.

“Cookies are done!” he says.

“Let me check them. They might need another two minutes.”

You watch the muscles of his jaw flex as he clenches his teeth but he moves away so you can look them over.

You inspect each cookie carefully.

“Now you’re just trying to torture me doll.”

“They’re perfect,” you say after another perusal. “And I have to admit that it is just a little fun.”

“Is it?” he murmurs as he carefully moves the hot tray out of reach and cages you against the counter.

“Mm hm,” you answer and pull his glasses off.

Your fingertips brush along his cheek and he captures your wrist, softly pressing his lips to your pulse before he kisses your palm.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He nods as he continues to kiss along your skin. “For you, always…now turn around.”

Your breath hitches at his tone and you do as your told, slowly turning until his hard length is pressing into your ass.

He carefully unties your apron and lifts it over your head then drops it to the floor. Your shirt follows, his knuckles lightly skimming your back as he drags the fabric up.

You tremble, goosebumps erupting across your skin at his feather light touches. He kneels and hooks his fingers into your leggings, his every movement deliberate as he peels them off and reveals more of your skin.

His hand traces the curve of your ass before he gives it a hard squeeze and bites down on your soft skin.

You let out a squeal and squirm in his grasp.

A low rumble of approval runs through him as he tugs down your panties, leaving them wrapped around your ankles.

He gently slides two fingers along your calf and then higher until he reaches your inner thigh.

“Bend over and spread your legs,” he demands.

Again, you do as he says, the coolness of the counter a stark contrast to your heated skin.

Long, thick fingers tease your entrance and gather your arousal.

“So ready for me doll,” he praises.

You push back, needing more from him but he smacks your ass, hard, and holds you still with a firm grip.

“That doesn’t mean you get what you want yet,” he simpers, his fingers gliding lightly along your folds.

“Buckyyyyy,” you whine.

His lips brush along your skin, tracing the spot where you thigh meets your ass. He moves inward, sucking and licking and leaving marks in his wake.

When his nose runs along your slit you wiggle in his hold, your repeated pleas filling the air.

He continues to tease you with soft kisses and kitten licks, just barely flicking his tongue over your clit.

With both his hands he grabs hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them, burying his nose just above your pussy so he can slide his tongue through you.

You cry out his name and grip the edge of the counter, rocking back onto his face. He slides one hand between your legs and teases your clit, just enough to have you chasing your release with a cry of his name.

You’re still trying to catch your breath when soft hands lift you from the counter and he cradles you against his chest.

His hands wander reverently, the skim of his calloused fingertips making you clench around nothingness.

“Fuck me, Bucky,” you whisper, straining against him.

He runs his nose along your neck, bringing his lips just below your ear. “Say it again,” he demands.

You lift a hand behind you and curl it into his hair, tugging him closer. “Fuck me, Bucky,” you repeat, reveling in his warm breath as it caresses your skin.

His hands slide over your curves and he grips your hips. “You have no idea what it does to me when you say those words.”

You lean into him and sigh when his cock glides through your wetness. He grabs your chin and turns your head, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet and languid kiss that only fuels your impatience.

When you moan into it, whining his name, he shifts and fills you in one slow thrust.

“Oh my god,” you breathe against his lips. “Bucky…”

All you can feel is him inside of you, his heated skin pressed to yours, his hands, his lips. He’s everywhere and everything.

He deepens the kiss, sliding his hand down to the base of your neck and squeezing lightly. He groans out your name, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into your neck.

“Fuck fuck, fuck,” he chants every time he pounds into you.

“More Bucky. Harder,” you whine.

Suddenly everything is harder and deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with your pleas for more.

You can feel the moment he starts to completely lose control, his labored breathing hot against your neck and his grip tightening as his cock thickens inside you. You finish with his name on your lips, your orgasm rushing through you, the squeeze of your walls taking him right over the edge at the same time.

His hips tense and he growls out your name.

You rest your head back against his strong chest and silently thank him for keeping you standing upright because you feel as if you could melt to the floor.

His hold is gentle when he pulls out and turns you around, his expression one of complete satisfaction as he studies you, catching your lower lip with his thumb. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Your smile is soft as you trace the hard outline of his jaw. “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckles and pulls you closer. “Nothing compares to you, doll.”

His hand slides up your back and he cups the nape of your neck, tilting your head back so he can trail kisses along your throat and collarbone.

 “I can’t believe I let you finish that baking,” he whispers into your skin.

“Me either,” you giggle.

“I want more,” he murmurs as his lips find yours.

“I made an extra loaf of the chocolate pumpkin bread.”

At your deadpan words he tucks your hips against his, the feel of his hard cock making you gasp.

“There’s that sass again,” he tsks. “Guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough this time.”

“Guess not,” you mouth back.

“Good thing we’ve got all night then,” he simpers.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @kmc1989

[castielafflicted]

good evening friends. i was not late because my dad was running even later. we spent several hours at my aunt's helping her with the turkeys and mashed potatoes and gravy and stuffing. my dad fried one turkey and i made sure my aunt didn't lose her mind while finishing the rest.

i ate too much and everybody liked everything i made bc baking is the thing i am best at <3 and i am very proud of myself and also my roommate. also i am still eating pie despite definitely being full.

good morning friends im running late and in so many owies

[quinncupine]

Pumpkin Pranks

I thought it would be fun to write a little silly fic featuring teen Eri! and her Halloween pranks.

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Word Count: 800

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"Hey Honey," Izuku walked through the door and lazily slipped off his shoes. "I'm home."

Silence greeted him, but he knew that couldn't be the case. You said you'd be home all afternoon, getting everything ready for tonight's party. He could still smell the lingering sweet scent of whatever you had decided to bake.

"Y/N?" He ventured into the kitchen, eyeing the plate of steaming pumpkin cookies that just begged to be eaten. "Hello?"

Still no response. Maybe you stepped out to get some supplies?

His stomach rumbled as he neared the plate. There was no time to eat lunch today because some villain thought it would be a good idea to rob the bank just down the street from his agency. Needless to say, things were handled quickly, but he still had to fill out paperwork over the event during his lunch break.

Those cookies sat there, mocking him, in all their pumpkin spicy glory, just waiting to be eaten by one rather hungry hero. Surely you wouldn't miss just one cookie? A quick glance around the empty apartment and he grabbed one off the top.

A warty goblin's face popped out from behind the cookies with a loud "BOO!"

Startled, Izuku dropped the cookie with a yelp and crashed into the counter behind him.

On the other side of the island was someone wearing a little gremlin mask, cackling. She removed the mask and nearly doubled over as she tried to catch her breath. You popped up next to her, hand over your mouth as you giggled through your fingers.

"Eri!" Izuku sputtered, face red as he tried to compose himself. "When did you get here?"

"Y/N picked me up from school." Eri finally managed to taper down her chortles and grabbed a cookie. "You should've seen the look on your face! And I got it on film! Kota's gonna love that."

As she laughed, you plucked the cookie from her hand. "Ah-ah, no sweets before dinner. Now, go wash up. Mirio and Aizawa are going to be here soon."

Eri pouted but set down the mask and headed for the bathroom. When she passed Izuku, she tackled him in a quick hug and then sprinted down the hallway.

You took a bite out of the cookie with a wink and sauntered around the island where your husband smirked at you.

"So, you picked up Eri?" He grabbed the cookie from your hand, or tried to anyway.

You pulled it out of his reach with a giggle and instead gave a sneaky kiss in its place. His hand snaked around your waist to pull you close and deepen the kiss.

"What happened to no sweets before dinner?" He asked once he pulled away, tasting the slightest bit of pumpkin on his lips.

"Ah, you're right," you sighed, hovering just above his lips and turned away. "No sweets then."

He only tightened his grip on you and tucked you firmly into his arms with a grin. "I suppose I can make an exception." He laughed and kissed you sweetly.

"Hey, is that a cookie!" Eri said behind you, hands on her hips.

Surprised, you both jumped away from each other. She smirked as you both blushed pink from being caught by the teen.

"It is!" She marched over and crossed her arms. "And what exactly were you two getting up to,hmm? In front of a poor innocent child, I might add."

"Innocent my butt," you muttered, not able to hide your exasperated chuckle. "Fine. One cookie. Don't tell Aizawa." You locked your pinky with hers.

She snatched a cookie off the pile and took a large bite. "Bribery? Not very heroic, Y/N."

"Says the one who's eating said bribe. What's with all this hero talk, huh? I thought you wanted to be a doctor or an awesome nurse like me?"

"I haven't decided yet," she chewed thoughtfully. "But maybe if I get another cookie, I could see the possibility of looking into medical school."

"She's been hanging out with you too much," Izuku tittered, glancing between the two of you. "She's turning into a mini you."

You crossed your arms, "And what's so wrong with that?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Eri mimicked, a mock scowl on her face.

He froze as he stared at the double glare leveled at him and raised his hands slowly. "…This is a trap. I'm just gonna go take my shower now."

Izuku escaped before he incurred any more wrath, and as soon as he disappeared, you both broke into laughter.

"Hey, do you think we can scare Mirio when he walks in? Oh, what about Dad?" She picked up the mask with a menacing grin.

"If you can manage to scare Aizawa, then I'll give you twenty bucks."

"You're on!"

[beomie3]

pumpkin latte - k.th

bf!taehyun x reader

summary — you spend the night in; carving pumpkins, watching horror movies, and making halloween themed lattes with your barista boyfriend <3

wc — 2k

content — cuddles, kisses, tooth rotting fluff ^_^

✩ this is fic 1/5 of my halloween spooky series!

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october; the month of all things spooky, spicy, enchanted, you name it. but you couldn't deny it was most especially the month when people your age loved to go out every night and party, doing god knows what.

but for you and taehyun, october was the month you spent afternoons decorating your apartment with all kinds of adorable fall decor, cozying up on the couch afterward with lots of snacks to binge your favorite scary movies. maybe cuddle up in bed later with some hot tea and talk about your days, stare into his starry eyes.  

the point is, the two of you didn't feel the need to go out and be social. as homebodies, staying in with one another was more than enough to make your day special. just in the comfort of one another; you in the comfort of his baggy clothes and him in the comfort of your arms. it was just perfect. most especially during the fall season.

it was so perfect, in fact, that you had developed little traditions over time; pumpkin carving competitions, knitting cute scarves and hats for each other, baking cookies, brewing fall-themed comfort drinks.

that was one of many pros of having a barista boyfriend; he knew every single recipe to exist. and he had made you a plethora of lattes over the years. but your absolute favorite had always been his pumpkin lattes. crafted to perfection, you could almost taste his love in every sip. 

tonight, you had his favorite butterscotch cookies in the oven as you waited for him to get home from work, lighting some fall candles to prep the apartment for your hardworking boyfriend <3

at the sound of his key in the knob, your heart practically lit up, a smile spreading across your face when you saw his glowing face come around the corner and into the kitchen with two large pumpkins in each of his arms.

"taehyunnie!!" you run around the kitchen island, arms outstretched to help him with a pumpkin, hugging his baggy sweater once his arms are free.

he smelled of coffee and warm cinnamon rolls, the scent of working in a cafe all day. it was your favorite scent in the world.

"two pumpkins for our competition which i'm beating you at, by the way," he kisses your forehead in between words, each hand gently squishing your cheeks together so you can't argue back.

when you seem you're about to say something, he catches your words with his soft lips instead, gently pressing them to yours. a clever way to win a nonexistent argument. you pull away after kissing his lips, a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

pumpkin carving competitions; one of your and taehyun's favorite fall activities that you always looked forward to. you have exactly one hour to carve your pumpkins, and then you send photos of the finished product to your friend group, having them judge who won. the winner got to pick the movie after. it never got old. 

although, in the grand scheme of things, the winner or loser of the competition doesn't matter because both pumpkins always end up on the windowsill, happily flickering like the warm glow of your love. 

it isn't until he's at the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows washing his hands that you get him back, hugging him from behind and standing on your tip toes to blow cool air in his ear. he shivers against you, a small shriek leaving his mouth as he laughs. 

"okay maybe i'll let you win," he turns around once he's dried his hands off with a towel, smirking down at you. 

"we'll see about that," you snake your arms around his neck, just to grab a cookie from the platter that was on the shelf behind him, taking a bite and then turning around to start brewing the coffee for your lattes. 

his eyes lingered on you, smile growing on his lips at your teasing gesture, throwing the towel over his shoulder before going to help you. he just couldn't contain his love.

snaking his arms around your waist, he hugged you tightly, chin on your shoulder, gentle eyes on your working hands. i love you against your ear with the warmth of his breath brought a sparkle to your chest, and you swore your heart couldn't fill with any more love.

the scent of coffee swirled into your nose as you helped one another prepare the lattes, his soft hands guiding the small cup of foam over your mug to make a cute design of a kitty. clinking your mugs together, you took a sip, already melting into your favorite warm drink, laughing into your mug when taehyun sported a white mustache on his top lip from the foam, leaning over to lick it off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

~

"three...two..." you intensely stared at each other from opposite ends of the table, pumpkin carving utensils in hand as you readied yourself to carve the best pumpkin in existence, your boyfriend finding your determination the cutest thing in the world. 

"one!" you shouted and quickly got to work, brows furrowed as you focused on the design you carefully etched into the pumpkin. the reason he loved this so much was to observe you, tongue caught in your teeth as you precisely carved, just wanting to watch you forever. 

and taehyun being taehyun; naturally gifted at everything he does, was a very skilled pumpkin carver. he got to work, determined to carve you your favorite animal because he knew it would make you happy. 

but of course, one hour was a long time to go without getting up and having some sort of physical contact with your boyfriend because looking at him from afar was only so fulfilling before you just had to go hug him. 

you both took small breaks, dancing to music in the middle of the kitchen or sipping on the remainder of your lattes, feeling a little dizzy after he spun you around a little too much. 

the hour passed by and it was time for the grand reveal, sitting on taehyun's lap with his hands cupped over your eyes as he counted down from three. revealing his masterpiece, a grin spread from cheek to cheek at the cutest carving of you and him as kittens snuggling under a heart that had your initials in it. you could almost tear up at his thoughtfulness. 

he was distracted by your pumpkin; the carving of your friend group as little animals, finding it the cutest thing in the world. he found it adorable how you carved him as a squirrel, beomgyu as a bear, soobin as a bunny, yeonjun as a fox, and hueningkai as a penguin, 100% sure they'd immediately vote for yours when you sent your photos in the groupchat, and that made him happy. 

your phones repeatedly dinged with messages from the boys, hearting your picture and complimenting you on how cute their animals are. beomgyu texted asking why his animal was a bear and not a cool tiger, soobin sent a picture of himself with a bunny filter on, and kai texted: awe taehyunnie's is so cute! his being the only vote for your boyfriend's pumpkin. your friends always supported and gushed over your relationship, wanting nothing but the best for you. 

you and tae laughed, replying to some of the boys' messages and ultimately sending them a selfie of the two of you with your pumpkins, sure to send another one later with what they looked like in the windowsill. or they would all just come over and see it for themselves tomorrow, as they all agreed upon in the group chat. 

after placing a faux candle in each of your pumpkins and displaying them in the window, you ran outside, hands intertwined together as the cool october breeze blew your hair back, feeling nostalgic as the crisp air smelled of bonfire and evergreen trees.

the warm glow coming from the window was enough to make you wrap your arms around the tall boy before you tightly, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose, his bright smile illuminating the evening and you swore your love for him could never ever end.  

~

although it was your pick for the movie night, you still let the cozy boy beside you have some say, holding three dvd cases out in front of him as he closed his eyes and randomly picked one.

his pick made you jump up in excitement because this film was one of your favorites and you claimed it was super scary, when in reality you knew it was just to make taehyun hold onto you tighter (and he would anyway).

cozying up with some caramel kettle corn and seconds of your favorite pumpkin latte, warming your hands with the warm mug, taehyun draped fluffy blankets over you and plopped back down on the couch next to you. 

you snuggled into him, breathing him in, taking in his warmth. he was simply your comfort boy, serotonin flooding your brain with every breath you took. relaxing into him, the muscles in your body slowly unraveling until you were completely still and relaxed. 

the sound of his laugh when one of the characters in the movie did something stupid was your favorite sound in the world, looking up at him with a giggle of your own, watching the star-shaped lights that draped from the ceiling reflect in his large glassy eyes. straight, dark brown hair parted over his pretty eyebrows. he couldn't have been more perfect.

of course, popcorn was sent flying in the air several times because your boyfriend was prone to getting jump scared, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and barely peeking out an eye when the scene got too scary, clutching your hand tightly.

“it’s okay tae it’s only a movi- AHH!” obviously, you were just as prone to jump scares no matter how many times you’d seen the movie. but it’s okay because hugging your comfort boy under the warm blankets reminded you that you were safe, always.

~

the movie had ended and although you were only a bit sleepy, taehyun picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to start your night routine so that you didn’t have to walk, gently setting you on the counter.

brushing your teeth and doing your skincare together had always been one of your favorite parts of the night, always feeling lucky that your had a boyfriend with the brightest smile and most beautiful skin on the entire planet. and of course, he shared the details of his routine with you.

“wait- i made you something,” his eyes light up as he suddenly remembers something and quickly runs out of the bathroom, returning with his hands behind his back.

shutting your eyes, something you feel you’ve done countless times in anticipation for his surprises, you feel him tuck your hair behind your ears and situate a soft pressure around your forehead.

“i knitted this for you…” you open your eyes at the sound of his soft voice and see for yourself in the mirror that he had knitted you a fluffy black headband with tiny cat ears on it to keep your hair out of your face. “…i hope it’s helpful.” he smiles at you in the mirror.

your cheeks grew pink with how much you gushed over his mere thoughtfulness and innocent gesture, melting over the fact that he put much time and effort into knitting this, considering how tedious and time consuming it is.

your eyes said it all; how grateful you were to have such an amazing person like kang taehyun in your life. you hugged his neck, peppering his face with kisses as he scrunched his nose. “i’ll have to knit you one too, so we can match.”

at the sound of that, your boyfriend’s large eyes lit up in excitement, smile beaming right into your heart. he helped you with the rest of your skincare, gently rubbing various lotions in for you and squishing your cheeks like he always did. snuggling into bed together, you ended the night with cuddles, deep talks and staring into his dreamy eyes until you couldn’t hold them open any longer.

his love truly felt like a cozy fall night in, warm blankets, star shaped fairy lights, the soft glow of jack-o-lanterns from your window sill, and best of all, pumpkin lattes.

🐿️<3

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a/n — thank you for reading pt. 1 of my halloween spooky series!! 🐻 is up next :) comment if you would like to be added to the tags list if you aren’t already!! stay tuned ^_^ 🎃

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©beomie3

[dailyreverie]

Sugar rush

A/N: Requested by @apollo-enthusiast/@myfandomlikesandstories 🧁 here's a cupcake for you because this was really so fun to write and I loved how it turned out, a bit silly and a bit spicy but it's just Jake being a total sweetheart. I hope you like it!

@flufftober - Day 11 Sweet tooth

Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader (mentions of the System)

Word count: 663

CW: Implicit sexy times

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When you leave the comfort of the bed and follow the hall of bookshelves that leads to the kitchen, a smile begins to creep up your lips at the sigh of him. Jake is silent, in his movements and presence, and that’s how you know he’s the one who’s with you now. He’s leaning over the kitchen counter, the paper extended over the table, probably an old one he found lying somewhere around the place, but he’s immersed in the reading anyway.

“Morning,” You walk past him to pour some coffee into your mug, feeling his eyes following your walk. A small jar of cinnamon, the one he adores with his coffee, still stands beside the machine, and you add some to your coffee too, as the taste has begun to become of your liking too. 

When you turn around he has done so too, using the edge of the counter as a seat. There’s always a glint of mischief behind Jake’s, from where he looks at you, you see that sparkle that has you giggling into your coffee. “Morning," he responds, his voice still husky, welcoming the new day as warmly as he welcomes you into his embrace. You hold onto his tie as his lips meet yours in a tender morning kiss. His hand slips around your back, pulling you close, taking the chance to give your butt a squeeze that makes you laugh against his lips. He’s the cheekiest of them all, always keeping you on your toes.

In his kiss, though, you taste something else, something sweet that’s not coming from the cinnamon in his coffee. “Wait a second…” You push back, trying to move him to the side so you can peek behind him to confirm your suspicions.

“Wait, no, mi amor!” He grunts, holding your waist tightly to prevent you from seeing, but he’s caught red-handed anyway when you find one of the cupcakes you baked the night before, a bite on it and the whipped cream long gone.

“What happened here?” With the victim in your hands, you show him the cupcake and wait for an answer, the smell of the freshly baked pumpkin spice bread reaching your nose. Your cocked eyebrow shows seriousness, but your grin says otherwise. “I thought you didn’t like sweet stuff?” You ask, referring to the whole system that lives within him.

“Speak for them.” He’s already guilty, he might as well confess his secret.

You gasp with mocking shock, your eyes opening at his reveal. “Jake Lockley, you like sweets?”

“Ah, mierda.” He already knows he’s never going to hear the end of it. “They are comforting, ‘kay?”

“So the brownies?”

Jake points at himself. “Yup.”

“And last week’s cookies?”

Jake nods this time. “They serve for great snacks when I have a drive.”

“Oh my god,” Your heart swelled with this sweet side you hadn’t seen of him. “I always thought it was Steven.”

“Are you mad?” There’s a hint of real concern on his face as he tilts his head to the side to meet your eyes.

“Mad? Jake…” Your hand cups his cheek. “This is, literally, the sweetest thing I’ve heard in my life.” 

He sighs relieved. “Good, because I was not going to stop eating those wonderful cookies of yours.”

With a playful twinkle in your eyes and a laugh, you decide to let him off the hook, knowing that his secret sweet tooth is a charming addition to the many layers of the man you love. "Well, in that case," you say, leaning in to steal a sweet kiss from him, ever so slowly licking his lower lip just to draw him into you. "I hope you don’t have anywhere to go soon, ‘cause you're in for a real treat today."

"Good," he replies, his fingers gently squeezing your sides and pulling you even closer, chest to chest. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of you, and whispers, "Those are my favorite kind of treats."

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[honeybee2807]

I have this silly fic idea. Could go crack or serious.

So in this au, Ginny is more strict about the no sweet rule. She informs the prefects and head students to not allow her kids to eat even dessert.

James and Lily have friends who think Ginny is crazy so snuggles them sweets. The gryff prefects kind of turn a blind eye to it cuz they are both popular.

Poor Albus on the other hand, has incredibly strict prefects who don't like him much. In this au, he doesn't meet Scorp until they are adults(Scorp is homeschooled/goes to beaubatons).

Everytime he sneaks a plate of pumpkin pasty, the pumpkin pasty gets confiscated. He begs James and Lily for sweets but they are too possessive of them to give him one. He never experienced sweets/deserts except one time when he was six and he cherishes that memory. Two weeks after he burns the hogsmeade permission slip, he apologizes to his dad and gets another slip. Yayyy!!!!

Except..... Strict prefect follows him and doesn't allow him to buy a single sweet(this prefect is a goody two shoes who is kind of a snitch).

During his fourth year, he made it his ambition to experience the taste of sweets(and recollect the good memory of when he was six) somehow. So when he hears two muggleborns joking about the meme "Welcome to the dark side. We have cookies", Albus takes it seriously(Canonically, he's not exactly familiar with the concept of tattoos so obvi he wouldn't understand pop culture references). And vows to be a dark lord. He researches the history of dark lords and their strengths and weaknesses. He's a Slytherin. Surely he has the evil required to pull this off.

When he was in his fifth year, during the whole career discussion meeting with his head of house, he reveals that he plans to be a dark lord(His head of house is Slytherin. Surely she'll guide him to be evil).

The Slytherin head is incredibly concerned(despite what Albus thinks, Slytherin does NOT mean evil) but decides to amuse him and asks "And what's your agenda?"

Albus(having a shocked pickachu face): Dark Lords have agendas???

So Slytherin head doesn't take him seriously and doesn't inform his parents(which is a big mistake)

Over the summer, dude ends up making up an agenda: Take over the ministry and make it illegal to ban sweets for kids. And also give out unlimited sweets.

Albus is slightly insane in this fic due to having a lot of issues like bullying, Harry saying he wished Albus wasn't his son(in this fic no time travel, so their issues didn't get resolved) and the sweet ban did nothing to help those issues. He fixates a lot on sweets tho and lowkey despises Ginny.

Two ways this fic could go:

1. He anonymously terrorizes everyone(doesn't actually murder or torture anyone cuz Albus still has morals) making threats and being an overall troll.

If this is a crack fic, he "kidnaps" people(takes them to a grand place with tvs and the victims get to contact their loved ones in secret) and "tortures" them by giving them spicy food(buldak 2x spicy ramen to be specific) and no relief except water(that means no milk or ice cream which is way more effective). In the end, his victims kind of pity him and think Ginny went too far with the sugar ban(some think the dark lord idea is brill and pledge to him)

If this is a serious fic, he blackmails and makes death threats.

Ultimately, Harry and Co find out that Albus caused this huge mess and find out the reason why. Harry has this huge realization that parents shouldn't go banning sweets. Ron and Hermione finds Albus disturbing and mentally ill and thinks Ginny exaberated this. Ginny feels very guilty and they all hug it out.

2. This is purely a crack idea. He does all the cracky steps above but Harry and Co don't find him until it's too late. He meets Scorp and Scorp is a sweet addict so he likes the agenda. Albus adores Scorp a lot so Scorp becomes Albus' right hand man. They end up conquering the ministry and implement the rules. Everyone ends up getting diabetes.

I plan on writing a one shot on this. You think I should go on idea one or two? Should I go serious or crack?

If it's serious, it would be focused on mental health issues and eating disorders(if idea 2 happens Albus would start bingeing on sweets). If it's crack it would focus a lot on the humor.

Crack is much easier to write but serious seems very interesting imo.