#dear anon

[3-dsimp]

New follower here and i just want to say that i love your works, especially the torturer, i just want to shower his face in kisses. Your works and art are ✨ amazing ✨ * chef kiss*.

『If you shower the Torturer in kisses then prepare to witness his soul ascend into the high heavens above because this sweet giant cannot handle an ounce of intimacy no matter how touch starved he is』

『Just the mere graze of your skin against his got him acting like a stiff statue, as he tries his hardest not to end up like a fainting goat.』

『But fair warning don’t and I repeat don’t ever try to kiss his Adam’s Apple as his reaction will result in imminent consequences』

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A/n: Day 1 of me finally emptying out my drafts. And thank you sm hope you enjoy your stay!!

#yandere imagines #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere hitman #the torturer #yandere art #yanderecore #male yandere #3dsimp art #dear anon #digital art #illustration

[luffyvace]

AAAAAAA I WANNA GIVE YOU A BIG PLATONIC SMOOCH I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH

ok ok recently I have been infected with eustass kid and was hoping you could write for him with a male reader nothing specific I feel like he would be so angry if his testosterone filled crew made fun of him for it. Love your work ❤️

AWWW THATS SO SWEET OF YOU DEAR! 💗

PLATONIC KISSES 😚😚

thank you so much!! I’d love to write for you but I simply don’t know much about kid!! I’m on the marineford arc- 😭😭 I usually turn down characters I don’t know much about him but you seem like such a sweetie! After having done some research..Here ya go!~

As stated I’ve chosen to research as much as possible in fandom and other’s headcanons! This may not be the most accurate but I sincerely hope your satisfied with my attempt dearest!~

I feel Kid would think of food as a sort of affection

so technically gift giving??

but it’s like his love language is food

his favorite is cabbage rolls right?? Welllll he loves to eat them together!

not…together together

he buys it for y’all separately

I doubt he’d want to share his favorite food 😭

if you beg for his in a case where he didn’t get you some...

“what?! No! This is my food get your own!….ugggghh FINE! You get a half! This was supposed to be for me”

(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

I also feel he’d be better off witth someone who’s either all for his rambunctiousness or (somehow) able to calm him down (like killer)

if your just as reckless as him great! Your adventures are now considered dates :)

not necessarily, but he’s fond of them as if they are

he’s always recalling on past times you’ve fought together

you know how people say someone you’ve fought a war with knows you better than a friend?

yeah, I feel like that’s why he has such high respects for his crew

And of course because they’re his crew

so yeah he feels closer to you every time you fight together

if you want you can listen to the song ‘one thing’ by amerie- the lyrics remind me of him idk why (keep in mind I don’t know this guy well :3)

kid would allow you to ride on his shoulders

you could just kinda hop up there casually and he won’t say anything

privileges

but I feel like if he’s in a foul mood or busy he’d grab you buy the waist and sit you down somewhere LOL

another way to spend time with him would be to do your make up at the same time (if you wear it)

(love that it’s casual for men to wear make up in one piece)

he seems like he would be anal about his so you’d be doing your own and he does his, but it’s still fun to do it together

he’s kinda like that with most things

which now that I realize it that could count as quality time

so the conclusion I’ve come to?

his love languages are gift giving or quality time

but thinking about it now I feel he may also do acts of service

now this isn’t as intentional

he just takes pride in likes to help you with things he knows he could do better

aw man you broke your ___? Well I’m sure he could fix it! 😼💪

If you initiate physical touch his reaction will range based on where you are/who’s around and how much it is

if there’s barely anyone/no one around and you give him a peck on the cheek? Fine. He’ll just half smile at you

if it’s a public area and your trying to kiss him on the lips? “Cut it out! Don’t get distracted we’re here to (xyz)!”

he can’t display the weakness of not being masculine

besides he hates cute n’ cuddly crap 😒

he’d be so proud if his boyfriend physically strong

It even boosts HIS ego

especially since your his ♥︎

he takes care of you in subtle ways

such as making sure your eating, not over working and getting enough sleep

”hey! I haven’t seen you eat all day! Get in the kitchen and tell killer to make ya’ somethin’!”

”how long have you been at that!? Get up and come over here!”

”what on earth are ya’ still doing awake?! Go to sleep! Captains orders..”

killer occasionally asks how your relationship is going

kid’ll tell em a few things but he tries not to get sentimental

trust that’s a lot more than what he tells other people..”

”screw off! mind your own business..”

this is really random but he seems like the type of guy who’s always grumbling

idk I just had to say it..

would enjoy headrubs (IN PRIVATE)

and it has to be casual, don’t baby him about it :P

”your hairs’ really fluffy/soft” *casual headrubs*

like that

you have to compliment stroke his ego so he won’t get angry then pat him

to be more specific about reader being a male :

Even if you don’t hc kid to be straight (idk what i hc him to be idk em enough)

his ego is HURT when he realizes he’s in love with you

love?! What is such weakness?! such DISEASE?!

the fact that he’s in the lgbtq bc of one guy kinda makes him angry

cuz like now (some) people are gonna categorize or even ridicule him for even liking you

even though he’s angry about it, it’s not for the same reason

he’s upset because he fell weak to love in general

homophobes may be upset because he likes a man

what does it matter?! He sure never cared..

you can tell the first thing this guy sees is NOT gender

it’s—threat? Or no threat?

so ya- essentially what I’m saying is he doesn’t care for gender- except when it comes to homophobes

then he’s angry 🙂☝️

and as for his crew making fun of him?!

oh he’s absolutely livid. 😄💥

”SHADDUP’ YA STINKIN’ MAGGOTS! I AM NOT WEAK!!”

Actually- they didn’t call him weak. That’s just what he hears 😂

btw that is not what he said I censored it bc I headcanon him to have a potty mouth (and I don’t)

his skin and hair is the same color from how angry this dude is

HE’S LITERALLY LIKE ‘😡’

HAHAHAH

He always storms off whenever they bring up his ‘sOft SpOt” for you 😋

he’s not even soft really he just goes out of his way to do stuff for/with you

its not they’re business anyway?!

right killer?!

while I was researching I saw that the flower he resembles is a tulip! That’s my favorite flower!! 🌷♥︎♡

Enjoy! I did my best 😅

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #i tried my best #my attempt #kid pirates #eustass kid #kid one piece #kid op #eustasscaptainkid #captain kid #one piece kid #kid x reader #kid x you #kid x male reader #male reader #x male reader #masc aligned #one piece x male reader #enjoy <3 #dear anon #thank you anon #answered

[scatteredraysofhope]

Who- What- I-

I just want to keep this in my inbox forever.

#dear anon #who are you? #solitaire by alice oseman #because as much as it sometimes doesnt feel like it #...people do care #care about eachother #and i think that's beautiful

[starsarefire824]

What has been your favourite part about writing Demons of change ?

Oh wow….

I think my favorite part of writing Demons of Change has been writing Mike and Troy’s dynamic?

I know, i know, i know. NOT anything most people would be interested in going into it. Especially because it IS a byler fic at the end of the day. But…that being said… it’s really spoken to me emotionally, went some places I wasn’t expecting, and i think made people feel some things they were not expecting. And as a writer that makes me emotional and happy!

On another note, I think the way people have responded to Demons’ Mike on an emotional level in general has really been so rewarding for me. I really love when I get comments or asks or dms where people tell me… “damn this character made me feel all these things” or “god, that happened to me and I completely relate to him”

I think that’s my favorite thing…which is very sad in some ways… but also…that my writing could possibly touch someone in a way that is meaningful has been incredible. 🖤🖤🖤

#byler #will byers #stranger things #mike wheeler #demons of change #justmyname #writing things #dear anon

[ikamigami]

Unfortunately, if you got on the bad side of a popular blog in this fandom (twinanimatronics), then yeah, a lot of people would really dislike you even if you're not doing anything wrong. They will automatically side with the popular one

QwQ

And all because I was saying that Sun is suicidal.. and that he isn't doing okay like he was saying..

Shit happens, I guess..

You're absolutely right though, dear anon :D

Hopefully, most of these people blocked me and they won't send me any awful messages..

Thankfully I got none for now.. maybe beside that one where someone told me that I'm a shit :D But I think that that person is from MHA fandom xD ..but actually whatever lol

Hope that you have a nice day or night, dear anon ^^

#anon ask #ask answered #dear anon #sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #sams fandom #tw suicide #not me casually assuming that #the person who told me i'm shit #is from mha fandom #lol #lmao even

[worldoftom]

Hi !! Low chance you’ll see this but I hope you’re good : )) I’m sure your Tom phase is over (most of his fandom is kinda….dead). But I’d love to hear from you and just how you are !! Have anything exciting going on/happened? Wishing you lots and lots of love 💗💗

surprise, surprise! i did see it :) <3 things have been good, just the usual boring me. been reading more. going to local live theater more. planning more concerts for this year. it's been great 😌 as for Tom, i'm here but also not, only come 'round to update the archives, that's about it. you can tell Tom no longer has a tumblr fandom when not even news of a new job as exciting as the west end could get that many people excited, eh??

thank you so much for checking in 💙🩵 lots of love and wonderful things to you too!!

#b answers #dear anon

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

what animal would cherri be.

IDK if this means me Cherry or Chrysta- so I'll answer for both, dear Anon!

I think I'd be content living as a turtle or a horse. No thoughts, no work, just eat grass and chill.

As for Chrysta? She has a Otter-like vibe to me... Or a deer! I think I've said somewhere she's a very doe-like being and personality.

#cherry rambles #cherry answers #ask #dear anon #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #fruitbats🦇🍒

[tiffanytoms]

Helloooooo, I know you’ve been having a break (deservedly so😌) however….. I went to a magic Mike show in London today and all I could think about was “imagine James and Lily in this situation” I mean I’m no writer so I don’t know how the story line would go, obviously James dancing on stage and then lily in the audience, maybe Sirius tries to set them up after the show because he sees how much James fancies her? And we all know Sirius would love to show himself off so he could of course be on stage too😍😂 so my question is, would you ever consider writing maybe a one shot based around this? Or know anyone who would be willing? As I can no longer get this out of my head and will be thinking about this for dayyysssss😂😂

Girl, your request possessed me today 🤪 Next time save me a seat!

I give you...

🕺🏻 Magic James ✨

Fic below the cut!

James

“Pads, I’m going to fucking murder you—“

“How is this my fault?”

“Because all of this was your bloody idea!” James Potter cried out to his best friend while covered in baby oil and wearing ridiculously tight football shorts. James loved playing football, and he was good at it too, so he would know that wearing these shorts would actually not make any sense at all in the real world. How were you supposed to properly tackle if you were afraid you’d tear your kit and accidentally show everyone your skivvies in the process?

But that was neither here nor there. Because these were exactly the kind of football shorts you wore if you were a stripper at Magic Mike in London — because that was exactly the point. The more skivvies you showed off — or better yet, bare arsecheeks — the more popular you were.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you voluntarily signed up with me and made a shit ton of cash every weekend for the past—”

“I just wanted to be supportive!” James rebutted, his voice going up an octave. Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth (he’d always been a bit of a showoff and he knew he had the body to match), but it was at least partially true. Ever since Sirius’ terrible parents had cut him off financially, Sirius had needed to find inventive ways to make money so he could stay in university with James. James had offered to just pay his tuition for him, but Sirius had been much too proud to accept that. So James did the second best thing — he went to his jobs with him. 

So that was the story of how James Potter found himself stripping on a Saturday night, some 30 or so odd kilometers from campus, presently losing his goddamn mind. You see, while James had a ton of fun dancing for cash while making ladies of all ages incredibly giddy — he still sort of wanted to keep his naughty little hobby a secret. So imagine his horror when he spotted his crush, the gorgeous redhead from his organic chemistry class that he hadn’t been able to shut up to his friends about for weeks, sitting front row in the middle of a bachelorette party. (Not hers at least — thank fuck.)

“Tcha. Sure,” Sirius teased, adjusting the silly, leather, fingerless gloves he was sporting. While James had been branded the jock of the performers, Sirius’ ensemble had more of a ‘bad boy’ vibe. James had doubled over laughing for a solid five minutes the first time he’d seen him backstage in it. “Look, maybe she won’t even recognize you—” It was the wrong thing to say to poor, frazzled James, because the only thing worse than Lily recognizing him would be if she didn’t even care enough about him to remember his existence and didn’t. Sirius, best mate that he was, realized his mistake and pivoted. “Okay. Remember that thing you’re always telling me about how you get in the zone when you play football and nothing else matters?”

“Yeah?” James asked confused, really not seeing the correlation here. It wasn’t like he could just dribble around Evans and score.

“So… just do that. Don’t overthink it, just do what you do best: perform, fuck your opponents up, show no mercy, and dominate.”

James felt like his brain had just melted hearing all his usual sports tricks being used in reference to… her. “You want me to dominate Evans?”

“No, not like that!” Sirius’ expression changed from exasperated to contemplative. “I mean, maybe. If you think she’d be into that—”

“Okay, worst pep talk ever—”

“Prongs, mate,” Sirius said, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Stop stressing. You love this gig; I know you do. And you said it yourself that you don’t know how to break the ice with this girl, right? Well, guess what?” James groaned at the inevitable conclusion to this thought process. “This will be the best icebreaker ever.” Sirius gave James a good ol’ spank on the bum. “Have fun, go wild.” He winked. “Give her a show she won’t forget.”

Fuck my life.

Lily

“Is that… Sirius Black?” Lily’s friend and roommate Mary asked, far too excitedly, by her side after a boy their age walked on stage. The corny, overdramatic announcer had just proclaimed that it was actually, ‘PAAAAAAADDDDFOOOOOOTTTT!’ but everyone knew that was just a silly stage name.

“I doubt our classmates have secret side gigs as strippers, Mare,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Truth be told, she really hadn’t wanted to come here. These kinds of shows just weren’t her thing, but Frank was her best friend, and Alice was the love of his life — so she was trying to put in the effort by attending her bachelorette party. 

Mary had also given her a pep talk after Lily had lamented how degrading this was to the men, saying, ‘Lils. Are you serious? These guys love their jobs. They get paid to have women ogle their physiques and go crazy over them. Even the gay ones get a massive ego boost and get paid to dance and then check out their boyfriends when they perform. It’s really not that deep. Leave your gender studies minor at school and have fucking fun! I promise you, none of them had a gun pointed to their heads when they took this job. Stop being so judgy and let the men do what they wanna do!’ Truthfully, that had put Lily in her place. Just because she wouldn’t be caught dead stripping, didn’t mean that other people felt the same way and couldn’t find it liberating.

“No, that’s definitely him. I’d recognize that bum anywhere,” Mary responded, eyes still glued to the stage.

“Oh my god, I think it is him,” Lily agreed, hiding her giggle behind her hand. Black was a bit of an enigma across campus, being one of the best looking students there, but always seeming too brooding and untouchable to approach. One of the only things that softened and humanized him was his best friend, Potter. With bright eyes, an easy laugh, and a presence that could light up even her most dreary of least favorite classes, Potter was hard to miss. So if Potter, an endless ray of sunshine, found Black to be a good best mate, Lily found that it spoke volumes of his character.

The crowd started going wild as Black, definitely the hottest dancer they’d had yet, started walking around the stage, clearly feeling at home in tight jeans and a vest. Was the look a lot? Yes. Was it simultaneously hot and showing off every inch of his gorgeous body? Also fucking yes. 

Lily giggled as she felt herself loosening up, slowly becoming just as invested in this sexy little game of make-believe as all of her friends. She knew Black. He was one of the most stubborn men she’d ever met. No one would ever tell him what to do… so if he was here… He wanted to be here. 

When he passed by her and practically twerked his ass in her face, she laughed her own ass off and put a five pound note in his g-string. 

“There we go, Lils!” Mary cheered next to her, already having slapped his butt twice like she was playing the bongo drums. Lily guessed it was the reason Sirius seemed to be spending so much time on their side of the stage. 

“I’m going to get another drink! Want one?” Lily yelled over the screams as she excused herself, needing a small breather from all the action. Mary was far too enthralled by the show to pay her any mind. 

As much as Sirius was a great dancer, Lily was a bit embarrassed about where seeing him on stage was making her mind wander. Because, if she was being honest, she didn’t want to see Sirius up there, she wanted to see her goofy, ridiculous (-ly fit) lab partner strutting his stuff. For the first few weeks of class, she’d found him too cocky and a bit annoying, but the more she hung out with him, the more she realized all that arrogance was a mask for how adorably frazzled he got around her. It was a completely insane scenario, because he looked like a hero straight out of a Greek myth, but whatever. She’d often find him staring at her during lectures (and then kick himself) and making up the most ludicrous reasons to talk to her. She knew he was smart, but he’d still ask her for help with lab work. Of course she’d help him, but both of them knew it was all a secret rouse to hang out. Lily just hoped he would eventually work up the nerve to ask her out soon. 

(And in the meantime, she was going to the university football games just to catch a glimpse of him playing. He was good. Like really good. He also seemed to go into some sort of fugue state when he played, completely in the zone, so Lily never even had to worry that he’d spot her in his crowd of admirers.)

Basically, Lily was a chicken. And she knew it.

Alas, that’s a problem to sort through another time, she thought as she returned to her seat, exorbitantly expensive drink in tow. 

She’d just sat back down next to Mary, who was fanning herself off, when the announcer’s voice blared through the speakers once more: “And next, we have the incredible, looking damn edible, PRRRROOOOOONGGGGSSSSS!” 

The next few seconds passed in a weird sort of blur as a few things happened in rapid succession. Firstly, the fittest crush she’d ever had walked out on stage to Sam Smith’s “Unholy” wearing a generic football uniform with a ball tucked under his arm causing Lily to think that perhaps she’d fallen on the steps and hit her head — now dreaming about what she actually wanted to see. Secondly, Mary turned to her and exclaimed, “No fucking way!” the most pleased grin ever plastered on her face. Mary had spent far too many drunken nights hearing Lily lamenting over her crush of the nerdy footballer, so as far as she was concerned, the sooner the two gave in to their obvious attraction to each other and actually went out, the better. Thirdly… damn, Potter was really good at doing little football party tricks. Never letting the ball touch the ground, he’d bounced it on what seemed like every one of his delectable body parts, all while ripping off his shirt. 

Oh. My. God.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Lily swore time stood still as the thin — obviously pre-torn, but who the hell cared — fabric of his top gave way to reveal his glistening (why is it glistening?!) chest in the dazzling lights of the stage as he kept, miraculously, bouncing that damn ball. Honestly, Lily didn’t know what to be more impressed with: his fucking toned as hell body, or his obvious skill that came from years and years of loving the sport. It was hot that he’d committed so much time and effort into something. Lily really wanted to be the next thing he committed effort into — his next fucking obsession. 

She also really wanted him to get off the stage so she could ogle him all by herself, preferably in the comfort and privacy of her own flat. Now. Please and thank you. 

“Put your panties back on…” Mary drawled at her side, completely over the moon to have caught Lily in such a horny state.

“Shut up,” Lily shot back, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t dreaming. Her throat had gone dry as all of her body’s moisture had somehow all drained… elsewhere. Get it the fuck together, Evans. He’s a human. Show him a little respect.

But looking at his body as he did a bicycle kick to rid himself of his prop ball and then somehow jumped forward onto his feet when he’d just been laying flat on his back… maybe she wanted to retract that statement. This man was many things… but a damsel in distress in need of her honorable gaze in order to protect his virtue was not one of them. This man was hot as fuck — he knew it… and he wanted her to relish it.

And who was Lily to not play along with that?

His eyes landed on her a second later, and Lily swore that she felt her heart as it skipped a beat. His almost shy smile to his trainers as he threw himself into a daring front flip and landed into some sort of unnatural humping position, held up entirely by his upper half, only amplified all of her stomach’s butterflies.

“Are you fucking… Lily. Lily fucking Evans…” Mary hissed beside her. “Look at him. LOOK AT HIM! If you don’t shag this man in the next five minutes, I swear to—“

Mary didn’t get to finish her sentence, because in the next moment, right after James had finished making Lily desperately pray to the heavens above that she could be reincarnated into a very specific section of laminate, the DJ had switched the song. The whole vibe of the club changed as a very sultry beat came on, Ashlee’s “Alone With You,” and James walked right to the very edge of the stage, and offered her his open palm. 

Her. Offered her. Lily looked at his hand like it was a ticking time bomb. 

“Go!” Mary roared as she shoved Lily forward into James’ awaiting grasp.

Lily allowed James to pull her onto the stage, eyes wide and heart thudding madly. “Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he responded in kind.

Sure, she’d been around him plenty of times before, but chest to (oily, glistening, fucking naked) chest seemed very different. He still had the same eyes off course, promising mischief — but now it was impossible not to know exactly what sort of mischief he was foretelling with those golden specks, glowing in a sea of hazel warmth. His smirk that she’d interpreted as perfectly wholesome before was downright filthy now, and his hair that had looked so windswept in the past currently mocked her former innocence with how obviously it screamed sex. She wanted to run her hands through it, she wanted to pull it, she wanted to absolutely destroy it as she rode him, forcing him to look up into her eyes as she came around him.

Who the fuck was she and what did this magical place do to her?

“You okay with this?” he asked her as he walked backwards, leading her to the center of the stage, clearly about to incorporate her body into his routine if she’d let him. 

She couldn’t wait. “Do your worst,” she answered, deciding, fuck it, she was all in. 

James’ face contorted between shock, glee, and unmitigated lust all in the span of two seconds. “You sure?” he whispered, body lithe and bare and hers. So hers right here in front of her. He had this errant, dark lock on his forehead, all but challenging Lily to sink her fingers into his hair and muss everything up even further. Why are you so obsessed with his hair right now?

“Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, Potter.” Lily wasn’t sure where it came from, but she was sure she’d never meant a sentence more.

James smirked, coming completely into his element as he swung Lily around by her hand and caught her spin right in front of chest. “Just keep your body limber, okay?” he hushed into her ear as she was pressed up against him.

Before she even had time to ponder his request, Lily felt James’ large hands — the same ones she’d only briefly touched before as he’d passed her notes and pencils in class — close in around her waist before hoisting her up in the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and she supposed that was the point, because a moment later he had her pinned up against a prop wall. There wasn’t an encouraging yell louder than Mary’s in the crowd… and an unknown man’s whooping from backstage. 

James did a tantalizing body roll into her, making Lily gasp as she felt his hips lighting up every inch of her core. When she’d put on leggings earlier in the night, she’d been thinking about her comfort during an uncomfortable night out on the town — not donning the perfect clothing to feel her crush’s pelvis as it crashed rhythmically into her own in front of an entire audience.

“All right, Evans?” James asked as he pushed his hips into her further, making her eyelids flutter closed and keeping her steady against the wall so he could grab her left wrist, and then her right, pinning both of them next to her head. Lily didn’t know she needed this rough manhandling in her life until she was literally experiencing it. He was tossing her around like she was a rag doll and she was loving it. His breathing was coming in hot and heavy on the side of her throat, and she had to wonder if it was club protocol for dancers to actually start kissing their marks. Sure, it was only the soft, gentle start of a neck hickey, but the sensation still had her squirming against him, trying to fight herself from moaning his name as his clutch around her wrists tightened. He had to be getting off on this move too. He had to be. 

The lyrics of the song talked about not letting him stop right there, and Lily vehemently agreed. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. She couldn’t wait to see what she could push him to do next. “Is that all you got?”

He smirked at her goading, pulling back before sliding her upwards against the wall so he could sneak his shoulders underneath her thighs, pulling her knees behind him as he propped the apex of her legs right in front of her face. Her hands instinctually dug into his unruly locks — in order to steady herself on this precarious perch, or because this move was clearly meant to simulate oral sex and that’s exactly where her hands would find themselves if he’d been doing this for real, she wasn’t at liberty to say. All she knew was that a few seconds later, she felt one strong hand gripping her thigh, keeping her safely in place above him, and another on the small of her back for balance as he spun them from the wall, bringing them back to centerstage. Damn, he’s strong… And fuck did she want to actually be feeling this. As hot as the tease was, as warm as his breath was soaking right through the thin cotton fabric of her leggings, she wanted more, she needed more. She could so easily imagine him tearing her clothes off, ridding her of these pesky barriers, and plunging his tongue deep into where she really wanted it.

How was he making her feel this way? How was he getting her all hot and bothered like this in public?

Her consciousness broke through her lecherous thoughts as she realized just how blinding the stage lights were. It was very different to be staring at James — whose aura could completely drown out the screams of horny ecstasy roaring all around them — than at a white wash alerting her that she was currently a main character in this spectacle happening on a stage being illuminated from above. 

As if sensing her concern, James shrugged her off of his shoulders immediately, catching her around his chest before lowering both of them to the floor. For a second, it was just them again, Lily’s mind traveling to some far off scenario where she’d actually had the nerve to ask James out on a date, it had gone well, and they were celebrating together in her bed. She bit her lower lip as she looked down. He was holding his upper body weight off of her making his biceps bulge, caging them in together, but his hips were back to resting against hers as if he truly couldn’t resist her. She had to wonder if the growing hardness she felt there was all a part of the act, or if it was actually just him. 

Her eyebrow raised as she caught his gaze, a smirk forming on her lips. “You all right, Potter?” Staying still, just staring at each other, had to be bad for business. She had a growing suspicion that neither one of them cared.

He looked almost sheepish. “Shut it, Evans.”

In a mortifying moment, Lily realized he’d seen just how envious she’d been of the floor earlier when he started repeating the same damn humping motion, holding himself up above her as he used his ab muscles to lower his hips and legs down over her body in a snaking motion again, and again. The coordination it took… the core strength… the way it’s rubbing his clearly hard cock against me over and over.

Lily Evans was a fucking goner for this man. Just as she was admiring one of his football injuries on his collarbone, wondering if she’d get kicked out of the club for kissing it (what could she say? Mary’s yells from the sidelines were making her feel awfully brazen), James fully dropped his body weight on top of her and rolled them over so Lily was straddling his lap. One of his hands found purchase on her hip, encouraging her to grind on him.

“Ride me, Evans,“ he cooed as he found his footing beneath him, bucking his pelvis up and down in waves.

He was so fucking hot. Lily’s hands started on his abs, his unnaturally well defined abs, as his first action had taken her by surprise and she’d needed to stabilize herself (okay, fine, and she really wanted to touch those perfect, perfect abs), but she found herself wanting more intimacy the longer he kept rocking her on top of himself. Even though his free hand was pushing one of hers up his chest, urging her to feel every cut ridge and ripple of his oiled up body, she had her own ideas of what she wanted. Grabbing the hand on her hips, she peeled his fingers off of her and trailed them up her waist, grazing the side of her breast, before she interlocked her fingers with him between their bodies. Their eyes locked, understanding dawning on his face, as he switched up the positioning of their other hands and did the same, squeezing her palms into his own. Something changed in his eyes then, she guessed in both of theirs, as if he too was suddenly living the exact same scenario as she was where this could be real, she could be saucily rolling her body on top of him for real — if only they had the balls to do something about it.

“Go out with me, Potter,” she panted. She didn’t know if it was her actual feelings, or the booze, or the nerves, or her fucking riled up hormones (so ready to fuck the shit out of this boy), but whatever it was, she was so friggin’ glad she’d finally had the guts to just ask. 

James’ hips stilled, dropping Lily flat on top of him with an ‘Oof!’ 

“Are you serious?!” he cried out, oh so fucking happy. He didn’t let her wallow in the terrifying possible connotations of that question for too long, because before she knew it, he’d pulled her the rest of the way down to his level, and kissed her soundly as one of his hands buried in her hair. 

“Ehhh… let’s give it up for PRRRROOOONGGGSS!?” the announcer’s voice declared as chaos descended upon the club. About two hundred women had just witnessed one of the sexiest dancers planting a life-altering smooch on an audience member and were now clamoring to be next. 

“Oy, shit head! Get off the stage!” Lily broke free from James’ kiss and looked back to see Sirius staring at them incredulously behind the curtain. A moment later, James jumped to his feet and dragged her backstage with him. “What the hell were you—” he stopped himself short and interjected a jovial little, “Hi, Evans,” for her sake.

“Hi, Black,” Lily replied awkwardly, not really knowing where things were supposed to go from here. 

“Glad you finally threw this guy a bone. Things were getting pretty desperate,” Sirius said casually before turning back to James. “You’re probably fired, you know that?”

“Yeah…” James replied, cutely running a hand through his hair. Lily noticed his other hand remained firmly interlocked with hers. “I don’t really care though?”

Sirius rolled his eyes before walking back to the dressing room to get ready for his next set. “Tosser!” he yelled over his shoulder.

James turned back to Lily, his eyes glowing with possibilities. “So…” he began awkwardly. Cutely. Wonderfully. “You wanna maybe get out of here?”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, fighting off a shit-eating grin herself. “Absolutely.”

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I hope it was everything you hoped for! ♥️

#dear anon #fic request #magic James #it’s like #magic mike #but jilier #Jily #Jily AU #Jily fic #James potter #stripper!james #stripper!james potter #Lily Evans #thirsty lily Evans #fanfic #jily smut #james and lily #magic mike AU #James potter smut #xavier serrano #anon asks

[enigmasandepiphanies]

did you get the polls?

sadly (happily) no, but I am clicky clicking other people's poll buttons for the euphoria of clicky clicking the buttons

#asks #replies #eni answers #polls #anon #dear anon

[3-dsimp]

Would you consider any of these names for the hacker? Alastair, Rowan, Kiernan, Rex, Castor, Valen

Sniper?

James, Lyris, Evan, Solomon, Michael, Iolan

💜anon (#1 Boss simp, #2 Strategist simp)

Hi 💜 anon thank goodness tumblr decided to not swallow up this ask ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و

I would love to consider all those names but I’m looking for names that start with these either of these letters specifically!

- GHIJOPQTUVWXZ

Since I like to keep track of the ocs I’ve made so far by naming them each a different letter from the alphabet. (^◇^;)

#but thank you for the lovely suggestions so far! #3dsimp chats 💬 #Valen and James are nice but I’m looking for more unique type of names XD #dear anon

[luffyvace]

Ik you said you're busy and requests are closed but reading your sanji hcs stirred something in me and I HAD to ask this-how would sanji react if their partner began to reject his "royal treatment?"

I'm totally (not) self projecting here and let's say the partner has always wanted to be independent and self sufficient and seeing how sanji treats them "right" and with such respect, scares them and they start pushing him away. Maybe even get annoyed at how sweet he's being and keeps picking fights with him.

You don't really have to write anything or reply to this and I'm definitely going to think about this all day today. Thank you for giving me some food for thought and a safe space to write this.

I love it when I manage to touch my readers in a way that inspires them with they’re own ideas :3 this makes me so happy!!

honestly I can see it! As a rather independent individual myself, I totally get this!!

(This Kinda reminds me of nami LOL)

no problem at all dearest!! I love that I could do that for you 💗💗💗

also!! When I open my requests again I might do this!! I might forget tho- so if you wanna see it after I open them don’t be afraid to request it then to remind me! I really like this topic! <3

- Brook

💗🦴

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #straw hat pirates #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #strawhats #anon message #dear anon #answered #asks #anon ask #inbox #coming soon #will post later #good idea

[2-dsimp]

Just curious, which of the Genshin yandere otome AU suitors would be likeliest to sing "Peaches", except about Senpai, obvs? 😂🍑🎹💘

My top three would be Itto, Childe, and Venti XD

#that’s a very good question #dear anon #player questions ❔ #peaches peaches peaches peaches peaches #that song got me whipped #2dsimp chats 💬

[poemsfromthealley]

yk one of my favorite things in fics is alec not understanding mundane references bc i find ot funny every single time

And I am delighted you're delighted by his confusion, dear anon!

There's a lot of good stuff you can get out of the Shadowhunters (more than the Downworlders, much of the time) being out of touch with how the mundane world works. Also, it gives Alec a nice dash of, dare I say, humanity to have him be mystified by cultural references.

I think my only caveat here is that I don't think Alec is totally ignorant. Shadowhunters clearly have adopted mundane technology when it suits them and their mission, but it would make sense for them to pick and choose what is useful and disregard the rest. So, smartphones are familiar because they don't have a magical equivalent—fire messages aren't nearly as handy—but they don't bother with cars while they can call on warlocks (and pay them sky-high fees) to make portals.

So, it's not like Alec doesn't get anything mundane, but he's been served a very narrow slice of the possibilities.

I do also like the idea of Alec getting gently introduced to mundane culture by Magnus, for example. (Magnus is a Baz Luhrmann fan and a Queen fan, we stan forever) There's just something delicious about that contrast of Alec's strict sense of duty and the discovery that the mundane world contains so much beauty and wonder and joy.

I went off your initial point—it does amuse me, too, when our competent demon hunters collide with pop culture—but I think there's an interesting character note here as well.

#alec lightwood #shadowhunters #dear anon #replies by j #ask and you shall receive #usually more than you asked for

[zombiequeenblog]

Hi!

My thoughts are cast back to the beginning.

We have such a different dynamic now between the Cardinal and Mouse - they are very much in love, everyone knows, and they have a mutual understanding what each other needs physically.

But I’m curious about the events leading up to their very first encounter. How long was he watching her? Did he have any romantic thoughts or desire for a relationship? What did he expect to be the outcome of his actions?

He could have just cast her aside, and hoped she didn’t tell anyone. Which, I know I’m looking into this far too deeply lol but I can’t help but be fascinated by then and now. Such a brutal beginning, I think he should be counting his lucky stars.

You're exactly right, a lot has changed for sure! When I wrote Darker Down Below, I hadn't planned to expand it into anything more, so I really have to think about what may have happened previous.

I would say he was probably watching her for longer than she realized. Probably attracted to her looks and mannerisms, and spurred on by her vulnerability. Hoping she might match him in a way he would prefer, even though I think he only let himself dare to expect a satisfying conquest of her body at first.

The romantic thoughts came later, when he first tried to kiss her softly against that tree in Back To Haunt Me. She turns her face away, so he humiliates her, and leaves her, probably to clear his head within that dark forest.

But he comes back, and restores her; leads her back to the abbey. And she doesn't beg him to stop what he's been doing when he asks her directly. Later, when she gets her wrists free, she kisses him herself. Maybe that action had been on her mind since the forest.

I think they're both conflicted, each finding themselves yearning to love the other and yet held back. Copia isn't sure he could inspire such love in another, and Mouse fears surrendering to such a dark passion. It can be easy to hide one's true feelings inside all the depravity, and sometimes they are not even clearly apparent to their bearers right away. But somehow, the two of them manage to come together, slowly entwining in each other in a way that could never come undone. At least that is what I am trying to convey in my quite pathetic writings lol

But yes, after that first time, I think he assured himself that he'd terrorized her into silence. But he's struck by her, and soon must admit to himself that he could never simply cast her aside; she completes him in a way he never thought possible. I believe he does count his lucky stars, and is grateful to the Fallen One every night for his own little Mouse, shining so brightly within his darkness.

#dear anon #thank you #ask box #sadglo #Cardinal and Mouse #i love pondering the story with you dear readers #more chapters are coming #thank you so much for the engagement #sadglo spoilers #evil cardinal copia #dark romance #gothic romance #i am so grateful that anyone reads my stuff

[junemermaid]

i don't even remember why I followed you in the first place, but I have to say I love your vibes. It's really nice to be able to following someone who is closer to my age on a site that is so predominantly young adults, who still shares many of the same interests but also remembers the 90s

Sorry, this took a random turn, but you're awesomely fun to follow is my point

Hello anon!! This is so lovely of you!!

I agree in that I love having other people past their 30th (or 25th, 40th, 50th, 60th) birthday here, because it makes me feel a little less obsolete. Fandom has both changed and not changed in the about 20 years I've been around, but I'm definitely old enough to see a kind of long arc emerging in the culture.

I'm not saying the late 90s or early 2000s were some kind of halcyon days. Fandom has always had issues, and mostly they're still the same issues wearing new hats. But it is delightful to me that fandom is still a lifelong hobby for many people, and it's brought me some of my closest friends and made my life infinitely weirder and therefore better.

I'm very glad you're here, and I hope my blog continues to entertain!

#dear anon #june answers #blog housekeeping #nice things

[txemrn]

To the anon sender of the message I received at some point last night/this morning:

I'm not going to answer your "question," nor am I going to share what you sent. But, here is what I am going to do:

1.) I unblocked several people 1-2 weeks ago (for tagging purposes on a separate blog), and I magically received 3 "hate" messages since. I don't think this is a coincidence, so I will be reblocking those users. I believe in forgiveness and coexisting, but I'm the one who is in charge of my peace of mind. I'd appreciate it if you would leave me alone.

2.) You said that you weren't "trying to be mean"... actually, you were. You were very successful in being mean. You very much hurt me. Now, before you smile and pat yourself on the back, think about this: you just ruined someone's day. You chose to go out of your way to bully someone who is just like you in that they are here to have fun. You are officially the villain in the story.

3.) I hope someone is kind to you. Yes, read that again. I hope and pray that someone shows you an amazing amount of kindness today. Often times, people will be cruel because they genuinely don't know better, because someone chose to bully them, because they have never been shown kindness. I hope someone sets that example for you today.

Even though you tried to hurt me, please know I forgive you. As I have mentioned many times before, it's clear you have beef with me. Let's work this out. How have I hurt you so we can make this right? Please DM me.

Also, I'm not going anywhere.

Lastly, if you're part of the crowd that is concerned about "the fandom dying," please take into account that several members have left because of bullying. If you want to see this fandom thrive, please reconsider your actions.

#be kind #dear anon