#🧶 no surprises

[bizarrescribblez]

WAITTTTT HD VERSION OF COTTONS SCREAM EXPERIENCE SKETCG PAGE DROPPED HOLY MOLEY

Not the image of him d wording … it’s ok guys he’s meditating .. that’s just red paint… THE TOO RIGHT PICTURE LOOKS SO PRETTY GIVESHIM MANY SMOOCHIES SMOOCHES

[fruitsclipper]

Here is the latest thing i am making... its for my monitor stand. it hurts a little because its so fucking small (for once im actually following the pattern recommendations and using size 30 thread with 0.60mm hook. Ouuch)

[sceletaflores]

thinking about needy art...just so desperate for you :((( always so horny and riled up :((( he needs you so bad he can't help it :(((

we love you girl!!!!!! pls don't die!!!!!!!!

-🧶

anon i was literally just thinking about this omfg we're so connected it's crazy (this lowkey wandered into a bit of puppy!art territory, @fawnnpaws your influence is too great <333)

and you're SO right!!! in my mind this is so married art coded. that man literally worships the ground you walk on, there's nothing he wouldn't do for his WIFE. the woman with HIS last name. the woman that wears HIS ring on your finger. you're his whole world.

you're cooking dinner when the front door creaks open, the sound of art dropping his keys and bag clear from where you're stood at the stove.

he's always a keyed up, horny monster after practice, so you're not surprised when two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. art clings to you like a second skin, pressing his chest to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder, a sweet "hey baby," muttered into your hair.

you hum, not looking away from the pasta coming to a boil in front of you. "have a good practice?"

art nods, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your familiar scent. "missed you," he says, voice going all light and airy. it makes you smile, stirring the pasta calmly as art starts grinding against your ass in small circles. you wonder if he even knows he's doing it or if he's more gone than you first thought.

"i did so good today, you'd be so proud of me," he rambles, brushing his lips over your neck as he speaks. his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"yeah? hope you worked up an appetite, it's almost ready." your tone is overly casual, like you're not soaking your panties at the feel of art's thick cock through the thin fabric of your sweats. but it's all part of the game, ignoring him only works him up more.

"i could eat," he pants against your skin, a pointed roll of his hips pushes you closer to the stove. "god, i couldn't stop thinking about you." he groans, finally done pretending that it's dinner he cares about. he trails wet kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up under your shirt to paw at the lacy cups of your bralette.

the pot's water snaps and pops in warning, threatening the bare expanse of your stomach. you push art's hands down but he's not deterred, dropping them to knead at the meat of your hips.

"let's go to bed," he suggests into the crook of your neck, his breathing starting to get a little faster as he grinds against you with a purpose.

it's tempting, but you're not done cooking yet, and you know this won't take long.

"no," you say dismissively, turning the heat down to let the sauce pan on another burner slow to a simmer.

art whines, nuzzling deeper into your neck. his hand slides around, slipping between your legs to rub your cunt through your bottoms. "please?"

you sigh contently at his touch, letting your head drop to his shoulder. you let yourself get lost in him for a few seconds before you push his hand away again and cast your gaze back to the food, "no."

"the couch?" he tries, "it's just right there, in the living room. i can eat you out, i'll make you feel so good."

you bite your lip, stifling a smile at his needy begging. you bob your head side to side lightly, a considering noise passing through your lips before you deny him for the third time, "no."

art swallows, his breath getting shallow. "right here, i could eat you out right here," he rambles, his hips speeding up. you can feel the wetness of his pre-come leaking through his own shorts to seep into yours. "i could fuck you right here, against the counter."

you hum noncommittally, adding more dried oregano. it's quiet, just the sound of art's ragged breathing and the hiss of the boiling water. art takes it upon himself to fill the silence.

"i could," he takes a shuddering breath, "we don't have to fuck, i could just eat you out. i could sit by your feet, you don't have to do anything. i can...i could, i could use your leg."

you almost give in, his sweet voice begging you to let him get his mouth on you too much. you don't have to see his face to know he's gone red and flush, embarrassed but too worked up to stop.

"you want me to abandon dinner because, why? you can't keep your dick down? i'm busy, art."

art’s breath hitches, his hands trembling as they grip your hips. "i’m sorry," he breathes out, though you know he’s anything but. the apology only makes him grind harder, chasing any scrap of attention you might throw his way. “please,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “i just— i need it so bad. please, baby.”

you click your tongue in disapproval, shaking your head as you turn back to the stove, stirring the sauce with a slow, deliberate motion. “you’re such a mess, art. can’t even wait until dinner’s done before you start acting like a desperate slut, can you?”

art shudders behind you, his grip tightening on your waist as his hips jerk involuntarily. “i’m sorry,” he gasps out for the second time. “i just—fuck, i can’t help it. please, let me—”

"no, if you want to come in here and hump my leg like a desperate puppy, than that's how you're going to come."

art’s whimper is pitiful, his hips stuttering against you, driven by nothing but raw desire. he’s practically drooling, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he desperately grinds himself against your thigh.

“please, please,” he chants, the word a broken prayer on his lips, but you don’t miss the way he shudders under your cruel tone, his body trembling with anticipation.

“god, you’re pathetic,” you say through a condescending laugh, “you can’t even control yourself for a second, can you? always so eager to make a mess. i should make you clean it up with your tongue.”

art comes in his boxers with a broken whine. the timer goes off a couple seconds later.

[ssahotchnerr]

jack & ellie trying to make soup for a sick aaron🥺🫶 they’re like tossing around dry pasta noodles in a pot 😭😭🫶

- 🧶

sick day

WAIT you just gave me an idea so let me elaborate i hope that's okay 🫶🏻 cw; mentions of sickness, dad!aaron, fem!reader, fluff <3

Jack and Ellie were huddled underneath the shade of a tree, heads together and busying themselves away with something.

The window above the kitchen sink allowed clear visibility into the backyard, letting you keep an undeviating eye on them. It was a bright summer afternoon, all windows in the house were open, a cool breeze sweeping in. You could easily hear and observe the two of them, while also doting on your sick husband.

This morning, you awoke to a sweaty Aaron beside you; cowlicks and t-shirt drenched. He was sporting a sore throat along with his fever, as well as a lingering headache. Last night he had even returned home early, the fluorescent lights of the BAU not having mercy on his head.

"How's it going?" You peered your head into your bedroom, Aaron buried deep under the comforter. While it was quite warm outside, he had stated he was freezing.

A muffled, "Fine." came from beneath.

"Need anything?"

Another incoherent mumble in response.

After obtaining him more water (and making sure he drank some) you went forth with your day, cleaning up the kitchen's mess after lunch. As you did so, the screen door rolled open, slamming with a shut.

"Watch fingers." You advised, continuing to place dirty cups into the dishwasher. With the two of them coming in and out of the house so hastily, you were eager to prevent potential broken fingers.

In your peripheral they passed, rather slow for their usual nature. It raised your suspicions immediately, causing you to slow, before committing to follow. Especially when Ellie recalled the word dirt.

They ventured upstairs and into your bedroom. It was dimly lit; lights off and curtains pulled, the slight sheerness of the fabric allowing the sun to subtly brighten the room. Again the windows were agape - allowing fresh air to circulate through the room.

"Daddy." Ellie whispered, her face close enough to his whereas he could feel her breath on his face.

"Hm?"

"We made you soup."

Her words snapped him out of his feverish haze, both his eyes opening and heart melting in one go.

"You did?" Aaron gingerly sat up, using his elbows for leverage and leaning against his pillow. He purposely strained his voice; finding his soft, Dad tone and attempting to push past the hoarseness; sounding as normal as possible.

Jack produced a small bucket, one that usually remained within the sandbox. Instead it was filled with water, dirt, grass, miscellaneous leaves; anything the backyard could provide.

The contents took Aaron by surprise, stalling for a split second once in his grasp. Dumbfounded, but extremely touched.

"Do you like it?" Ellie asked, clambering onto the mattress besides him.

"I do." Aaron commented, offering her a smile. "It's... organic, that's for sure."

"Bunnies eat grass." Ellie explained, looking from the 'soup' to him. "'member when we found the baby bunnies? You said they eat grass to be healthy and strong. So this will help you not be sick."

Aaron's face softened more; the logic making complete sense in her little mind - why wouldn't it? He laughed gently, and naturally he didn't have the heart to tell her it was inedible. "Thank you sweetheart, that's real kind of you. Did you make up this recipe all by yourself?"

Ellie nodded, a thoroughly pleased expression on her face. "Jackers helped too. He put the water in from the hose and added the leaves."

"I didn't tell her you couldn't eat it," Jack quickly whispered to him, "she really wanted to give you something that could make you feel better."

Aaron offered him a look, an understanding between the two of them. "Well, it definitely is making me feel better. I can promise that."

"Really?" Ellie blinked up at him.

"Really. I had no idea I had such skilled chefs for kids." He coughed; his voice was slowly beginning to give out, the more he spoke.

"Like Grandpa Dave!"

Aaron laughed brightly, ignoring the burn in the back of his throat and the heaviness in his body. "Just like Grandpa Dave."

"Here," You pushed yourself off the doorframe, where you had been silently (and pleasantly) observing. Ellie had been a bit too close for too long, and you could tell Aaron was gradually fading.

You took the 'soup' from him, internally grateful all of it had stayed in the bucket despite traveling up a flight of stairs. "Why don't I take this. Daddy needs to get some rest, that'll help him feel better too."

"Peace and quiet."

"That's right, peace and quiet." You echoed Ellie as she hopped off the bed, touching her head gently to gesture her out. You flashed Aaron a smile as the three of you exited, one tugging onto his lips too as he drowsily eased back against his pillow.

[flowerandblood]

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[fidos-crafts]

Some vanilla knitted socks 🧦 🌈

I used a anatomical toe tutorial and the heel flap and gusset from thebeardedpurl, they have an amazing tutorial on YouTube🧶

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yarn: opal surprise - colour 4061

[heartfullofleeches]

C.C Christmas headcanons? -🧶

[Yan Incubus + G.N Reader Christmas HCs]

"Santa? Never heard of her. Only lap that was should be sitting in is mine."

"Presents? Why do you need those when I'm the best gift you'll ever receive?"

•Despite the origins of the holiday and his, C.C is a rather festive devil - mostly cause he loves buying junk to spoil his loved ones with and he looks amazing in red. Adores all the pretty decorations around town and having the opportunity to string some up around his apartment with you. Buys the biggest tree that'll fit through his door and decorates his side of it mostly in handmade ornaments of you two together (Don't ask why most of them are of you asleep)

• Wants to bake cookies/make hot chocolate with you all the time, but don't be surprised if you find him spitting in the batter to add a lil extra excitement holiday cheer to the mix (I always forget his saliva is technically an aphrodisiac, but I didn't here)

• Wakes you up bright and early in his holiday best (one of those Santa dresses that rides his ass). Tries to be all cute by bringing you breakfast in bed he made all by himself.... and by that I mean the chef he hired. He knows what you like to eat if that any consolation.

• High chance you won't get through all the presents he gets for you before new years. If you show even the faintest interest in something at a store/online or express your grievances with something not working properly in your home, best believe this incubus has you covered. Throws some lingerie and other fun items into the pile because he's got to treat himself too sometimes, and there's no better way for him to do that than doll up his favorite toy. Hopefully you'll be nice enough to put on one of your new outfits for him as it's all he truly wants for Christmas...well that and your undying love and devotion.

• Wear the matching lingerie sweaters he ordered for you or he will cry and you'll never hear the end of it.

•Mistletoe strung up everywhere. Door frames, above the bed, taped to his horns if they're visible. You are giving this man his smoothes or there will be hell on earth. I doubt he'd allow guests unless it was family, but if anyone is caught underneath it with you that isn't him is getting booted out the nearest window.

• Might be best to keep an eye on the placement of the gift boxes when he's giving them to you - especially if they're in his lap and he invites you to stick your hand in blind. He does say he's the best present you'll receive.

• After the first round of opening presents, C.C would love nothing more than to cuddle up with you and watch some seasonal movies by the fire place. He may go on and on about all the things he can't wait to do to you with certain presents he ordered, but he'd honestly be out like a fucking light all snuggled up with his human surrounded by your love and the heat from the flame. There's always tomorrow anyway.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Helen, Jeff and BEN with an Eldritch being s/o who tells them their real name? Maybe trusting them enough to let them know to use their name if they’re in trouble? -🧶

Well this got VERY long, so I hope you enjoy! I enjoyed writing it :)

It was well known throughout the Underworld that it was dangerous to know an eldritch being's true name. Knowing an eldritch being's name meant you had power over them, you could command them and manipulate them depending on the control you have over them by using their name. Eldritch beings would keep their names hidden because of this reason and instead go by an alias to prevent that from happening, so when you suddenly decided to tell your partner your true name, they didn't take it lightly.

Jeff:

The two of you had been eating breakfast, Jeff shoveling cereal into his mouth as he tried to wake himself up, and you had been watching him with a peaceful smile on your face. You'd been planning on telling him for a while, and it had just slipped out. You said your name, casually and without prompting, and Jeff looked at you in confusion for a moment, scooping more cereal into his mouth, although upon realizing what you'd just said he nearly choked. He stared at you, wide-eyed and with the spoon still in his mouth, confusion and surprise spreading across his face. You laughed at him, and he quickly chewed, telling you that this wasn't funny, but that only made you laugh more. He grew worried, wondering why you'd decide to tell him something like that, but the loving smile you gave him in return left him speechless again. Because you love him, that's why. 

Because you love him, and you want to protect him. He feels himself growing emotional, and he moves quickly to pull you into a big, tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he tries not to cry. When you whisper into his ear to simply call your name if he ever needs help, he nods firmly into your shoulder, his arms shaking. He never thought he'd be able to truly earn that much of your trust, as he knows how extremely risky this is for you, and so it overwhelms him with emotion to know he's finally done that. He's glad the two of you are alone in the kitchen, as he sobs into you while you comfortingly hold him and rub his back to soothe him. Jeff had never really believed that he would be fortunate enough to find a love like yours, and with you showing that you truly do love and trust him more than any other, he felt a deep, strong happiness blooming inside of him as he broke out of your hold to cover you in kisses, causing you to laugh at him. Truly, Jeff had never been happier than in this moment with you.

BEN:

You'd been wondering for a while how to tell BEN your name. You knew he was incredibly anxious about the topic, worrying on a regular basis about how to keep your name a secret and make sure nobody ever found out about it, and that often led to him worrying about himself finding out about it, in the fear that you'd grow upset and distance yourself from him if he did. Thus, you enacted your plan to tell him and ease him into it. You'd challenged him to some video games and said that if he could beat you, you'd tell him a secret, and if you won he'd have to tell you one. He was eager to agree, and the two of you began competing. While you were putting in some effort, you did discreetly allow him to beat you, and you couldn't help but smile at how excited he was to have won. He bounced in excitement, turning to look at you, sitting criss-crossed and eagerly asking you what your secret was. 

You told him you love him very much, and he repeated the same back to you, suddenly sensing the shift in your mood. You told him that you'd like him to be his partner for the rest of your days, and his eyes started to tear up as he repeated the same to you. You leaned forward, whispering into his ear what your secret was, your true name. He was shaking, trying (and failing) not to break into tears, and as you sat in his lap, holding him comfortingly, he felt so incredibly happy. Happier than he ever thought possible to know that you love him and trust him enough for something like this. He vows then and there to keep you and your name safe, for the rest of your existence, and you chuckled at him affectionately, promising to protect him all the same. Suddenly all the fear he had over learning your name had vanished in an instant, and it was replaced with an even deeper love and affection for you. And then, of course, replaced with grumpiness at the fact that he realized now that you let him win everything, and he demanded a rematch, causing you to burst into laughter at his grumpy expression.

Helen:

Not once has Helen ever expected you to tell him your real name. Helen isn't used to close, healthy, loving, and trustful relationships, so the relationship he has with you is very new to him, and a part of him has always been a bit scared that maybe you'd realize a human isn't a good enough partner for you, that you could find someone better, someone stronger. He promised himself he'd love you as much as he could while he had the chance, and he'd be the best partner he could for you. So, you were about to give him quite a shock. You were sitting in front of him posed, and holding still as he worked on his newest drawing of you. Your eyes remained affectionately locked onto him, and a blush spread on his cheeks as he tried to focus. He asked you if something was wrong, and you simply smiled and said you were just thinking about how much you love him, causing him to shake his head at you, quietly whispering back that he loves you very much too. 

When he finished the drawing you asked him if he was going to name the piece, and he asked you if you had any name ideas for it. You responded calmly with your true name, and Helen froze, clutching onto the sketchbook so hard his hands were shaking. You crept over to him, pulling down the book so you could look into his eyes, and repeated your name again, saying that it should be named after the person it was of. Tears were blooming in his eyes, and he asked you why, and you answered him with a smile that it was because you love him more than anything. Helen was quick to press his lips against yours, holding you close as he tried to express the emotions he was so bad at saying, tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook from excitement. You were his now, completely. You weren't going to leave him, and he wasn't going to leave you. He'd never been so happy before.

[sinful-lanterns]

loving the idea of Moth!Eleven

I can imagine her big fluffy chest and cute antennas, how they would "t maybe when she's cuddling with Researcher🥺 dbwkdnwkdm...

and the extra pair of hands to hold us better 💕

I would love to know more of your ideas/headcanons about her 👀

-🧶

Aside from how adorably soft and cuddly Eleven can be, she’s also quite good at sex in a surprising turn of events 😳

I could go on and on about how cute Eleven is but we should also talk about how hot she is when she’s a Moth monster! Her multiple arms holding you down, the fluffiness of her body tickling yours when you’re naked and pressed against her, her long, thick, proboscis tongue that can curl so deep inside of you and push up against your deepest, most sensitive spots…

Sorry Cabernet, I think Moth! Eleven might take the cake for being the Queen of oral. That long, retractable tongue has the Researcher’s brain turning to complete mush. Even Mindflayer! Chameleon is a little curious as to how good Eleven’s tongue game is compared to her tentacles 🤭

The Researcher’s Notes on Moth! Eleven:

- Moth monsters have a special coating on their fur that is almost similar to sifted sand. If you get too much on you, the effects can make you very sleepy.

- The proboscis-like tongue of Moths is retractable. At full length, it can reach up to 12 inches.

- Like other insect monsters, the antennas of Moths are very sensitive. They are very soft, but try to resist the urge to pet them as Moths can get very aroused.

- Moth monsters are nocturnal. Moth! Eleven appears to sleep mostly during the day (she is carried on the back of Centaur! Cinnabar) and is active at night.

- Very nice cuddle buddies :)

[libertys-lovers]

F/O Take-Over Ask-Game ~ Rainbow Theme

(A rainbow themed ask-game was the first ask-game I ever made! So, I thought it’d be fun to revisit the idea!)

💋 [KISS] ~ What’s your favorite love language to practice towards S/I? What about your favorite to receive?

🎈 [BALLOON] ~ Do you ever like to surprise S/I?

💄 [LIPSTICK] ~ What’s your favorite outfit of S/I’s that they’ve worn?

🍑 [PEACH] ~ If you had to describe S/I with a flavor, which would you pick?

🧶 [YARN] ~ What’s your favorite activity to do with S/I?

🍯 [HONEY] ~ What’s your favorite nickname/petname to give S/I? How about your favorite nickname/petname that they call you?

🌕 [FULL MOON] ~ What aspect of S/I stands out to you the most?

🧈 [BUTTER] ~ Do you ever tease/flirt with S/I? If so, how do ya do it, and how well does it usually work?

✨ [STARS] ~ What does your nighttime routine with S/I look like?

🦠 [VIRUS] ~ How do you care for S/I when they’re sick?

📗 [BOOK] ~ What’s your favorite random fun-fact that you know about S/I?

🫂 [HUG] ~ How do you hug S/I, if you’re the type to give hugs at all?

🪼 [JELLYFISH] ~ If you had to pick an animal that represented S/I, which one would you pick?

🦄 [UNICORN] ~ What is something that you still wonder about when it comes to S/I?

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

HAPPY equinox Fr FR Darlings The veil is thin now & only getting thinner , so be careful what you let in, Or don't, either way, Whising you all a splendid autumn of serenity and& surprises 🧶

[bizarrescribblez]

HOLYSHIT COTTON KITTY EDIT REAL;$!:83!:$!3$:!/$?;$:!$:!$:!$! (WAS INSPIRED BY @toasty-self-shipping CUZ I SAW THEY DID ONE LIKE THIS FOR THEIR F/OS 🥺)

[fr3akho3]

Tasm! Peter Parker Kinktober 2023 Prompt list

Authors note: This will be my first active kinktober even though I’ve been writing for years !! And I’m doing it even if it kills me. Also, all fics will have teasers the day before they come out and fics will be linked to their corresponding days on here !!🧶🍂🌰🦇⚰️

Disclaimer: NSFW! 17+ only please! Smut + angst + fluff

Day 1. Tied up

Day 2. Jealous sex

Day 3. Mirror sex

Day 4. Car sex

Day 5. Window sex

Day 6. Edging

Day 7. Overstimulation

Day 8. Strip tease

Day 9. Oral

Day 10. Begging

Day 11. Marking

Day 12. Nipple play

Day 13. Public (haunted house)

Day 14. Sex pollen

Day 15. Photography (wink wink)

Day 16. Face sitting

Day 17. Shower sex + aftercare

Day 18. Skinny dipping

Day 19. Fingering

Day 20. Jack off (caught)

Day 21. Ripped stockings

Day 22. Biting

Day 23. Smoking/high sex

Day 24. All things tiddies

Day 25. Loss of virginity

Day 26. On a non bed surface

Day 27. Public + fingering (library)

Day 28. Voyeurismus

Day 29. Caught!

Day 30. Hair pulling

Day 31. Special surprise

(Comment if you wanna be added to tag-list, I will be adding teasers the day before the fic gets posted,and feedback if very appreciated harsh or not 🫶🏽🫶🏽)

[fuck-customers]

🧶

This is gonna be long.

I’m reeling from the idea of quitting Red Craft Store because of the upcoming dress code changes. I’ve never quit a job before, and it’s terrifying, even though I have another job that pays me more and will likely snap up my added availability.

I’ve been at this job for over 5 years. Until last fall, it was my favorite of my two jobs. But then corporate starting making changes, all of which made my job as a cashier more difficult: more steps involved to sort BOPIS orders; remove actual phones and replace them with scan guns, half of which don’t have functioning speakers; pushing an absolutely awful credit card (I heard it was rated worst in the country by Consumer Reports and with the 30% apr I’m not surprised); and stupid extended warranty that literally nobody ever wants (we’ve had it for a year and I’ve gotten maybe two people to buy one).

But now they want to strip us of our individuality. My other job has a uniform, so I’ve always had so much love for being able to wear pretty much whatever I wanted at Red Craft Store (henceforth RCS). I don’t even own any shirts with no words OR graphics on them, except for two I just purchased to use for 🦗 projects. And I constantly get compliments on all the buttons on my vest, one of my regulars just told me this week how much she loves them. I’ve made multiple real-life Swiftie friends from wearing my Swiftie shirts and buttons. I refuse to let them turn me into a customer service robot.

My other job, with the uniform? SmartPet (I’m also the 🐶 anon), even they’re more flexible than RCS is about to be, because we get shirts for events and stuff that we can add to our collection of work-approved shirts, and I’ve already gotten manager approval for a lanyard to display some buttons on, I just haven’t found one I like yet.

Hopefully RCS will see a mass quitting and backpedal, and if so I’ll go back, but I’m not getting my hopes up; they seem determined to ruin everything. They used to get awarded “great place to work” just a few years ago and now this.

Sorry for all the rambling, I guess I’m still trying to process all this. But I know in my soul when it’s time to go.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[madammalkins23]

Written for @hinnymicrofic 🧶🐑

Read here or on A03

Harry was kneeling in front of the fire, stirring the red embers with a poker, his gaze far away.

He was wearing his dad's sweater, the one he had found when he was sorting through Remus' belongings, in a worn box with "James" written on the side. The jumper was very scratchy, it smelt strongly of sheep and something more like burnt wood but it reminded him of the sitting room at the Burrow, a familiar scent.

It seemed a bit odd that the old woolen sweater was too short for Harry and kept riding up his back. It never occurred to him that he could be taller than his father.

A moth had made a small hole in the left wrist and several stitches were missing. He tried to keep his fingers off it but it was so tempting to play with it, and now the hole was already widening.

Ginny had been surprised the first time she saw him wearing it, the classical cable knit jumper was not the kind of fashion Harry usually liked. It would be more like Arthur Weasley to get one of those, keeping it year after year, a special outfit to hang around in the shack late at night, rummaging through Muggle artifacts.

She leaned over to the back of Harry's neck, moved the collar aside and dropped a small kiss on the warm skin there.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

Wilbur and reader constantly denying being together even though they are. It becomes almost a bit for them during streams?

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MY FAVORITE ANON 😍😍😍 I LOVE THE IDEAS YOU GIVE ME SM! PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!!

alright so i came up with the idea for the title after that one tiktok audio that’s like ‘are you falling in love? i got a feeling you are.” that sorta thingy yk?

ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE?:

2 weeks ago:

“welcome back chat to my stream and today we have the wonderful Wilbur Soot here, live, with us!” y/n says, giving jazz hands towards wilbur.

He blushes and smiles. “‘Tis I, the wonderful Mr. Soot. Today, we will be doing a laugh you lose!”

“I won’t lose because my humor isn’t shit, unlike someone’s handsome ass.” I grin, winking.

Chat started going feral.

randomusername: omg!!! are they flurting?!?!

simpforwilbur: SIMPBUR!!

y/nfan: look at the way they look at each other! it’s adorable! ❤️

Will and y/n look at chat, giggling and blushing. “Guys, we’re not together!”

today:

“hello fellow people, welcome back to another stream, i know, i know, two streams in a row? surprising! today we have a special guest! it’sssss y/n!” wilbur grinned, his cheeks dusting pink.

he read chat. “guyssss nooo! i’m not in love with y/n! we’re just friends!”

y/n giggled. “yet you moaned my name loudly last night. wow, you wound me, truly, did last night mean nothing to you?” they started to fake cry.

chat ate that shit uppppp

SAPNAPLIVE: Y/N!

poggername: omg 😳

Tommyinnit: i need bleach for my ears

wilbur groaned and shook his head. “chat! chat! that’s all fake! that’s all fake! i don’t like y/n like that! seriously!”

y/n laughed and nodded. “yeah, we’re not together, duh.”

after a few hours of streaming, wilbur came over to y/n’s place and tickled them. “you just had to throw that comment out there, didn’t you love?”

y/n gave them a smile and kissed their lips. “just for you, my dearest.”