I think a lot of young and newly-out or closeted LGBT people believe that life outside “the closet” or life as an LGBT adult in general is either all fun all the time, or a horrendous series of discriminating events and a constant burden that inhibits your safety. And certainly our lives can be either of those things, but it is also possible to have a totally normal and fulfilling life as a gay, bi, or trans person that includes lots of happy moments and a healthy sex life and healthy friendships and regular life disappointments and some bad days and some great days. I think a lot of young LGBT people need to hear that there is a future for them and it doesn’t always have to be just gloom. It is possible to find partners and fall in love, it is possible for us to pursue career paths that make us as happy as possible, it is possible for us to find loving and caring friend groups and start our own families, etc. It is possible to just live a life. Our identities and realities don’t have to only be a source of strife, or politics, or shame, or fear of ourselves. They can be another part of a healthy and wonderful life.
I love being a lesbian- it is something I am very proud of, I am glad to be part of a group as historically resilient as LGBT people, and if you are LGBT too you should also take pride in being part of a group of people who, despite all the odds, have developed our own cultures and ways of living and above all else have carved out space for us to live our lives genuinely. Being LGBT isn’t this terrible, awful curse. It is a beautiful thing in its own right, even if people around you don’t recognize that, and I hope for all of us that we are able to find places and groups where we can feel happy about our lives and who we are. We all deserve that.
BTS reaction to you asking them to give you one of their shirts to wear
Jimin: asks ‘’What will you do with it’’ and then immediately bursts into ‘’10-year old little school girl’’ giggles +way more effective when followed by blushing
Namjoon:‘’Yeah, but in two seconds it’s going to be on the flo-’’, ‘’NAMJOON!’’
Taehyung: is already lost in the world of imagination…’’Taehyung…I’m not wearing that Gucci thing! I just want a normal shirt!!’’, ‘’Yeah, but why not bring a game a few levels up?’’, ‘’OH MY GOD’’
Jin: disappears from the room the very second the question is asked…those shirts are not going to just find themselves and there are just too many candidates to waste your time on talking
Hoseok: spends half of that day doing some kind of ‘’victory’’ dance and telling literally everyone about a new step in your relationship and the other half of the day convincing you to face the world outside of your closet again
Yoongi: gives the shirt without saying anything and is showing no reaction when you wear it…but then you meet his eyes in the mirror reflection and realize he’s been brushing his teeth for 10 minutes now min yoongi is not going miss part of the show just like that
Jungkook: is like ‘’Okay!’’ and is immediately off to find the shirt and you’re like ‘’Did Jungkook really just say…okay?’’ but then there’s a sudden bang when he trips the second he enters his bedroom and when a sudden chaos erupts in the next room due to a chain reaction you realize…it wasn’t just ‘’okay’’
Hello Tumblr staff, or the person/group that manages the staff Tumblr. Please listen.
This is about the new feature that was implemented recently, “Safe Mode.” I have a lot of friends and people that I follow/follow me that are affected by it. Not only that, people around the website who are saying they’re affected by it.
A lot of people have posted that the “Safe Mode” is actually not a good feature. It’s blocking things that are not “adult-content” like posts about the lgbtqiap+. There’s also been posts about how it isn’t doing it’s best to block the actual things that are “adult-content” like the porn blogs/bots that keep on harassing users.
The main point of contention is the fact that users under 18 aren’t able to turn it off. As quoted on the staff’s post about “Safe Mode”:
Now, a lot of people on Tumblr are in the lgbtqiap+ community, especially people under 18 years old. Consider that many teenagers/children use Tumblr as an outlet, a way to get away from homophobia/transphobia/etc., as a way to be free from being in the closet outside of the internet, or just in general, being in the lgbtqiap+ community.
Coupled with the fact that a lot of people are saying the “Safe Mode” feature is blocking lgbtqiap+ posts, it means that users under 18 years old who are in the lgbtqiap+ community who’ve joined for comfort are going to become lost. Blocked by a feature because they had no choice on the matter. That really pains me that there are children and teenagers who are being blocked out of the lgbtqiap+ community.
The idea of “Safe Mode” sounds good on paper. Unfortunately, it will be a complete nightmare for everybody.
I feel that if “Safe Mode” isn’t going to be removed, I think the best solution is to at least make “Safe Mode” optional for everybody. That includes people under 18 years old. Let it be an option for everybody if they want to turn it off or on.
Please listen to this message, Tumblr staff.
(Sorry if this a weird way of sending an important message. I didn’t really bother to look for the staff’s personal emails.)
A/N:This. Was. A. STRUGGLE!!! I wound up outlining a whole series that I felt really went with this song (yet to come), and this is the blob that I wrote for a one shot in in its stead. It’s angsty af and sooooo damn long. Idk team. Idk.
Warning: aaaangst, poor relationship dynamics.
Word Count: 6247 I’m fainting. This is the longest fic I’ve ever posted. I’m done.
gonna be okay?” Tony asked, handing Steve a cup of the shitty black sludge that
the cafeteria passed off as coffee. His sharp brown eyes scanning the windows
for any glimpse of you through the partially closed blinds. The muffled steady
beeping of the monitors was a comfort, at least.
so,” Steve sighed, finally lifting his gaze from his feet to mimic Tony’s
glances into the room. He’d been seated opposite your door with his elbows on
his knees and his head buried in his hands since your arrival. “As long as the
grafts take and she gets through the quarantine stage, she should recover
When I was a kid, I once tried to spook my older brother by hiding in his closet. While I was waiting in there to jump out and scare him, a weird thought came into my head. What if he knew I was in there, and he was standing just outside the closet door, waiting to jump out and scare me?
THE FUNHOUSE (1981) dir. Tobe Hooper
I lost 55lbs and gained some of it back and got comfortable with being too busy as an excuse for everything and well, I simply grew tired of that lifestyle and decided to start my healthy Journey again. I’m not going to lie I’m really enjoying it and I’m loving how i feel.
I was in a store and saw these jeans, it was as if they were designed for me, I fell in love with them and not only were they amazing THEY WERE ON SALE! So I hurried to the fitting room to try them on because if they fit it would be the find of the year for me… well sadly, I struggled to get them up my legs and they wouldn’t even budge to do up. I was devastated but motivated at the same time. These jeans DID NOT FIT ME, but I was determined to change that. So I bought them and hung them outside my closet as a reminder to myself that I was no longer going to accept how unhealthy I have been, I snapped a photo of them the day I got them, a little over a month and I began to eat healthy foods and workout. WELL I woke up after feeling amazing of a month of clean eating and exercise and checked my monthly weigh in which I was so happy to see the number decrease and I tried on those jeans. Not only did they go up smoothly, they buttoned up…. I couldn’t even budge them a month ago and now it was like putting on a pair of pants made just for me.
So guys, make small goals for yourself, don’t just always go by weight, buy a dress or pants that you want to work towards, because it is possible to make this change.
P.S I ugly cried when I realized these fit.
P.S.S I DID NOT LOSE 55 LBS IN ONE MONTH! I WAS JUST EXPLAINING MY JOURNEY BEFORE THIS. IT IS NOT HEALTHY TO LOSE THAT MUCH WEIGHT IN A MONTH.
“Love? Can you grab the plates?” Joe calls out, glancing up from the food he’s cooking.
“Yup.” Y/N closes her computer, jumping up from the couch, she crosses the floor, her hand sliding along Joe’s back as she passes him, reaching for the plates. “Smells delicious.”
“We went Italian tonight!” He replies proudly, smiling over his shoulder at her.
“Always wanted to go to Italy,” She sighs, pausing briefly, plates in hand.
“I’ll take you one day.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sugg.”
“Me? Never.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pulls her to his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “This is one I will keep. I’ll get you to Italy, Y/N. Just you wait.”
“Mhm, sure.” She rolls her eyes, placing the plates on the counter. “Can we eat now?”
“Just have to dish it out. Go take a seat.”
“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asks, sitting at the work top on the other side, “I have an amazing best friend who cooks me delicious food and promises a trip to Italy.”
“I know, I’m pretty amazing.” Joe answers, winking at her as he places a plate of food in front of her. “Enjoy!”
The little moments between them were so normal now, that they never paid attention to them.
Of course, the boys had noticed, wondering why the two best friends acted like a couple without actually dating, but Y/N and Joe just shrugged and said it was who they were.
How they acted with each other was just who they were, it felt right for them. They never considered that they might have real feelings, they were just part of each other’s lives, and it was left at that.
“You ready for bed?” Joe asks a couple hours later, looking down at Y/N, who’s practically asleep on his lap.
“Hmm, think so.” She mumbles, yawning lightly. “Unless you wanna finish the movie?”
“The movie will be there tomorrow, love. Let’s go to bed.”
Nodding, she sits up, stretching. “Your couch is too comfy. And so are you.”
“My beds much comfier though,” He tells her, holding out a hand to help her up.
“I know. I always sleep better in it than my own,” Y/N laughs leaning against him as he leads her up to his room.
Once they’re in the bedroom, she walks over to Joe’s closet, grabbing a random shirt before stripping out of her own clothes, slipping it over her head a moment later.
“Here,” He’s waiting for her outside of the closet, a warm facecloth in his hand, and she takes it with a smile, beginning to wipe the make up off of her face.
“Oh shit,” Joe curses softly, pausing in his movements of pulling the blankets back on the bed.
“I forgot to send an email. It’s pretty important, too.”
“Then go do it, and then come to bed.” Y/N tells him, walking over to wrap her arms around him, looking up at him. “You won’t relax until you do it.”
“Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly down at her, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of her face, “I know you were all ready for bed.”
“It’s fine.” Lifting up, she places a simple kiss on his lips, “Go write your email. I’ll be here when you’re back.”
Neither think of the kiss that just occurred, another moment that just felt right for them.
And when Joe slips into bed beside her a short while later, he pulls her close, kissing her forehead softly.
“Night.” She mutters sleepily.
And when he kisses her good morning, they don’t think anything of it either.
The shift in their relationship simply happened, and both accept it without saying anything.
“The boys are coming over for brunch,” Joe tells her, his fingers running along her arm.
“Then we should probably get up and get dressed.”
Yet they remain cuddled up in bed for a while longer, only dragging themselves out when Jack texts them to say that he and Josh will be there in ten minutes.
Y/N tosses her hair into a messy bun before pulling on her pants from last night, leaving Joe’s shirt on. He smiles over at her when she appears downstairs, commenting how nice she looks in his stuff.
“I should steal it more often.” She teases before going to answer the door as the boys arrive.
By now, the boys were used to the two acting like a couple, even if they didn’t really understand the relationship between the two, so no one batted an eye when they saw her wearing his shirt, or when Joe’s eyes followed her around the room.
And even when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, leaning against him while she chatted casually with Jack, the boys just took it in stride.
It wasn’t until they were cleaning up from brunch that the boys grew confused.
“You don’t have to do that, love.” Joe says to Y/N, trying to pull her away from the sink where she’s doing dishes.
“It needs to be done,” She laughs, flicking bubbles at him.
“Make one of them do it, then.” He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
“Do you not want clean dishes?” She asks, her arms moving up to around his neck.
“Hmm, fair point.” Joe answers, leaning down to kiss her gently. “At least let me help?”
“Fine, you can dry.” Y/N tells him, lifting up to kiss him once more before she turns back to the sink.
The group of boys all stare over at them in shock and confusion, exchanging glances.
“Okay, what the fuck?” Caspar finally says, drawing the attention of the couple who aren’t a couple.
“What’s wrong?” Joe asks, taking the plate from Y/N, drying it.
“When did…that happen?” Conor asks, gesturing between the two.
“When did what happen?” Y/N glances over at Joe, but he shrugs, placing the plate onto the counter.
“You two just kissed.” Jack tells them, “I mean, we get you two are touchy and she wears your clothes and stays the night…but, you kissed.”
“Well, at least we know Jack can see.” Joe laughed, “But what’s the problem?”
“Are you two dating now?” Josh asks them, glancing between the two.
Y/N and Joe share a look, a silent conversation happening between them before she smiles, placing a soapy hand on his cheek as she reaches up to kiss him again.
“Suppose we are.”
“Guess so.” Joe shrugs, smiling fondly down at her.
“You two are so bloody confusing…” Oli mumbles, shaking his head.
Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.
Word Count: 2,186.
A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D
WC: 638 (short, I know!)
Warnings: swearing, talk of violence, suicide mention!! (The feels!)
Summary: following the plot of the musical, (y/n) fakes her own death causing JD to break (what if he didn’t go through with the plan!!)
“Come on out, (y/n)! It’s not like I’d kill you!” His voice trills from outside of the wooden closet doors. Though his tone is light, there’s anger and pain laced within it.
For (y/n), all was dark. The sliver of light from the bottom of the doors provided enough light to see your ex-boyfriend, Jason Dean, pacing about her bedroom. A large black shadow swept from side to side, ironically mimicking an expectant death. Your mind was racing, desperately grasping at straws to find an escape. In your head? Boom. Boom. Boom. Your heart beat, louder than any bomb. Knees buckling below your, you struggle like bambi to stand straight.
Suddenly, it hit’s you. Reaching up, trying to ignore JD’s manic rambling, you grab a pair of tights and began threading them across your body before hoisting yourself up.
“Fuck this!” He roars. “You have three seconds, (y/n), then I’m coming in there!”
You hang your head limply.
You hold your breath.
The door flies open and… silence.
Just minutes later, you hear a soft cry trail from the room. Fighting to ignore it, your force your eyes shut and take another large gulp of air. The game becomes harder as the cries escalate into loud, heart wrenching sobs.
“Why… why why why why why!!” You can hear him mutter to himself. “This is YOUR fault! You let her die… Idiot!” His voice picks up, the red hot anger bubbling within him.
You resist jumping out of your skin at the sudden noise.
Slowly, you open your eyes and raise your head enough to peak through your (h/c) hair. You watch, horrified, as the boy you love begins smashing his head against your desk with determination. A warm and salty tear pools in the corner of your eye and you can’t take it any more.
Without a sound, you retrace the fabric across your (s/c) neck and drop to the wooden floor beneath. Not knowing what to say, you simply walk over and sit beside him.
The added weight causes the bed to sink further, alerting him to your presence. As he looks up, you feel your heart crack into a thousand pieces, a magnificent destruction. His deep hazel eyes are riddled with red veins and rivers of tears are flooded down his face. His cheeks are red like blood and his dark hair ruffled into oblivion.
The boy pauses for a moment, as though inspecting you, proving to himself that you’re real. Suddenly, and without warning, he flings his arms around your body and clings tightly. The two of you sit like this for a while, his arms wrapped around your body and you’re around him.
You glance down and notice the sleeve of his black trench coat has rolled up slightly. Across his pale wrist, a small million of angry red lines adorn him. Some older than others, joining together like a tragic pattern. You bring his arm to your head, placing gentle kisses across each and every line in turn.
He sniffles, looking up to meet your caring gaze.
“Please…” he stammers out, voice raspy from the tears. “Don’t leave me… I I won’t d do it, I promise. Just… stay with me.” This time, you believe every word. The young boy in front of you was not the same as the one from just 10 short minutes ago. Every raging fuse has fizzled out, every wall broken down. Now, he was raw.
You saw the child in him. You saw every scar and bruise, every harsh word and abandonment. He looked so… weak.
You bring a shaky hand to his chin and lift it, as though you’re scared he’ll break. A small smile twitches on your face.
You had never realized how long a single minute really was until now. Time seemed to pass agonizingly slowly there in the corner of your closet, hidden in the darkness, feeling every beat of your heart pound against your chest as you waited, hoping that by some miracle Jerome would not find you. The whole house was as quiet as it was dark, with only one sound to be heard; the ginger maniac’s heavy footfalls slowly approaching.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” His voice rang out down the hall in a sing-song kind of way, like you were children playing hide and seek. Though, you supposed that’s exactly what you were doing, only death was on the line and there was absolutely no way you were going to reveal your hiding spot even if he decided to give up playing.
There had once been a time when you would have answered to his every command, heeded his every word and come crawling to him on hand and foot. You would have called it love then, but that’s far from what it was. What you felt for Jerome had been addictive, intoxicating and down right sick. At his words, you would have been trembling in anticipation; wanting him to find you and lay his hands on your body in a way you would’ve only allowed him to do so. And in the darkness, crouched behind various articles of clothing, you were horrified to find that you still ached for the bruises his hands used to leave.
“Here, kitty-kitty.” Jerome called. “Where are you?”
Your heart jumped into your throat. He was just outside the closet door. From where you were, you could hear his heavy breathing and the creak of the wooden floorboards as he stepped closer. Tears pricked at your eyes and you found yourself praying to every deity you could think of - begging for forgiveness for every wrongdoing and promising all sorts of things, just if they helped you this one time. But it seemed that you had no such luck.
The closet door was swung open and the clothes hangers were torn to the side.
A pained yelp tore passed your lips as the ginger maniac reached in and dragged you out of the closet by your hair and into his arms.
He was every bit the nightmare you remembered him being, only more so. His mop of red hair was more disheveled than how he used to keep it, but you supposed that keeping up maintenance after just coming back from the dead wouldn’t be the first thing on your list of priorities either, though he had seemed rather determined to go through all the trouble of retrieving his surgically removed face and stapling it back on.
The staples that had been embedded into his skin probably would have made you feel physically ill were you not already scared shitless by the fact that he was actually alive. Honestly, you couldn’t have cared less about them at the present time.
“Hello, gorgeous,” the ginger hissed into your ear. “Long time, no see.”
Without even thinking about the consequences, you spat in his face. At first he was surprised by your display of defiance, flinching back from you before a crazed grin lit up his features and an eerie, croaky laugh erupted from the back of his throat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, but he made no move to wipe away your saliva.
“You’ve forgotten how hard that makes me.” Jerome sniggered, his hot breath burning your neck as he took hold of your jaw and turning you to the side. He inhaled your scent, his nose brushing up against your skin before he buried his face in your hair, a low groan vibrating through his body. The shock of having his hands on you left you paralyzed. “Don’t tell me you’re scared…”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out the breath you were holding, shook your head and chocked back a violent sob, trying your best to mask your fear, but it seemed that Jerome just wasn’t buying it.
“Liar,” He growled, his hand snaking down your back before squeezing your ass.
“Don’t you dare - “ Jerome cut you off before you could finished, his broken lips harshly claiming yours in a bruising kiss as his free hand brushed your side, just like he used too, as if it hadn’t been little over a year since the last time he had held you in such an embrace. While the urge to push him away nagged you in the back of your mind, you found yourself reacting on muscle memory, gripping the leather police jacket he wore as to bring him impossibly closer.
“There we go,” Jerome groaned against your mouth in victory, loving the way you held onto him as not to give in to the way your knees buckled underneath you. He must have felt pretty confident that you weren’t going to run away, because the next moment his hand had slipped inside your underwear and cupped your aching sex, but that was all it took to bring you out of your trance. Snapping your eyes back open, you took a hold of his wrist.
“No,” You protested, “Y-you can’t just - “
Jerome didn’t acknowledge your words and pushed a finger in between your folds without warning, grinning at how wet you already were as he pumped in and out of you. “Fucking soaked, aren’t you, princess?” He chuckled, adding another digit inside you, cherishing the way you cried out and clung desperately to him. “Your cunt’s been neglected in my absence, hasn’t it? No fucking wonder you’re so fucking wet.”
“Don’t…Jerome…” You whimpered as the redhead continued to tease you. At hearing your quiet whimpers, Jerome grinned and dropped his head down to your shoulder, latching his mouth to your hot flesh. Resisting, you pushed against his chest in a attempt to escape. Bad idea.
Before you could get away from him, you felt his knuckles cut across your cheek, and realized that he had just backhanded you. Your head snapped to the side and your hand came up and gingerly rub the reddening handprint.
He only laughed; your expression of shock and surprise only making him more confident in his advances on you. Taking hold of your jaw once again, Jerome forced your mouth open, before sucking on his cheeks and spitting right on your face, his saliva mainly landing on your tongue. “Swallow and turn around.” He spoke softly, but his voice had an edge to it - a commanding edge - speaking to you like an entitled child.
Completely stunned by the his strong hit and the hot saliva that coated your tongue, you didn’t move a muscle, completely glued to the floor. Suddenly, Jerome reached back and smacked your backside, hard. You let out a small mewl of pain as fire ran through your ass cheek. “I said turn around.”
This time, you did was he asked, swallowing hard. You cautiously turned, his body still pressed against yours as you faced the wall, pressing your chest right up against it, unconsciously getting as far away from Jerome as you could possibly get. You didn’t see the metallic flash of the handcuffs as Jerome unhooked them from his belt, but you didn’t fail to notice as he took hold of your wrists and locked them behind your back.
“You’re going to do exactly what I say.” He hissed, admiring the way you quivered under his gaze, “Spread your legs.”
You did was you were told, spreading your legs a little bit, before Jerome came up right behind you and kicked them further, until they were about two feet apart. You knew what he was going to do next and without him even ordering you to do so, you leaned over. Your pussy heated with the anticipation of what was going to happen. There was no denying that you had missed this, even with every rational fiber in your body telling you no.
You waited for Jerome to pull down your pants, to rip off your underwear and take you right there against the wall and suddenly, you felt him come up behind you, placing his hands on your waist. Swallowing nervously, you stopped yourself from spitting a string of insults at him as his hands moved up. You felt yourself becoming hotter and hotter as he reached your breasts and slid his rough hands underneath your bra. You shuddered with pleasure as he toyed with your nipples, his fingers deftly teasing and tweaking them under your shirt from behind.
Part of you was embarrassed having Jerome break into your house after a year of being dead and feeling entitled to your body, but you were too excited, too lost in the familiar feeling of his hands to care. He was strong, powerful and confident and it had a almost drug induced effect on you.
Suddenly, he pinched you harder. You let out a yelp at the sensation, the sharp pain coursing through your body. “Did you miss me, slut?” Jerome asked, whispering in your ear as he leaned over your body. “Miss my cock?”
You whimpered as he thrusted against your clothed ass, his bulge pressing between your cheeks. You didn’t know how to reply, so you said nothing.
He moved his hands back out from your shirt and down to your pants. You closed your eyes as his fingers hooked into the belt loops before he pulled them down and let them pool at your ankles. Heat radiated from your wet cunt as Jerome slid his hands up your thighs, slowly taking his time, torturing you as he moved toward your eager sex. You could still feel the slight disappointment from the lost of his fingers from only moments beforehand, but a new ache pulsed through you as his hands moved up onto your cheeks and squeezed. When he moved them down to your pussy, he stopped. “I asked you a question.”
“Y-yes,” You stuttered, finding your voice, “I have missed your cock…I still do.”
Jerome then plunged his fingers back into your soaking wet slit. Your back arched against him as he forced you up against his chest, thrusting his fingers in and out, your body clenching around his digits.
“You like that?”
You only managed to moan in reply, the feeling his fingers returning inside you overwhelming. Jerome bent you back over, rubbing his palm against your clit and laughing as you bucked against his fingers, your body trembling as you quickly neared the edge. He pumped into you faster and harder and you knew that if he continued, you’d cum. You could feel it in your legs, which shook under your weight like jelly.
“Oh God!” You cried out as your orgasm coursed through you. Waves of please washed over, your pussy clenching tightly on Jerome’s fingers with each pulse as he continued to ram is fingers into your sex.
When your orgasm finally subsided, Jerome pulled his fingers from you. “Face me.” He ordered, and you complying instantly. Turning back around to face him, you were greeted by his wet fingers coming up to your lips. “Go on, slut. Taste your sweet fucking juices.”
Opening your mouth nervously, you let Jerome slid his fingers in. The tang on your tongue and the eager look on Jerome’s face made you blush as you licked his fingers clean. He grinned at you and bought his other hand down to grip himself through the black pants he wore. Daring to look down, you saw how hard he was, his cock straining against the fabric.
“Yeah,” Jerome chuckled. “See the effect you have on me? You’re going to let me fix it, aren’t you?”
You knew it wasn’t a request, but rather a demand. Removing his fingers from your mouth, Jerome undid the button of his pants and pulled down his zipper, releasing his cock from it’s bonds, letting it press upright against his stomach.
“I want you squealing like a fucking pig.”
Letting out a shaky breath, you looked up at Jerome as he stroked himself a few times before backing you up against the wall again, your cuffed hands trapped between it and your own body. Reaching down, he then lifted you up off your feet and pressed his cock up between your folds before roughly forcing himself inside your hot cunt. You gasped in discomfort, your muscles straining to accept his girth inside you. It was hard to remember the last guy that had filled you quite to the extent that Jerome was, but soon your body adjusted and the discomfort was replaced by heightened sensations of please as Jerome started thrusting in and out of you, his cock ramming into you over and over.
“Fuck, Jerome!” You whimpered, every thrust taking you closer to your next climax. Jerome groaned at the way you said his name and fucked you harder, taking his cock deeper inside you with each gasp that left your mouth. His hand came up to wrap around your throat, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he fucked you.
“You don’t mind me cumming inside your tight little cunt, right?”
You wanted to protest, but with his hand at your throat and the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you, you just couldn’t make out the words. Finally, you couldn’t take any more. You practically screamed as you came for the second time, your wrists straining against the handcuffs as you arched back into the wall, Jerome continuing on pounding his cock deep inside you as you rode out your orgasm, his nails digging into your flesh as you clenched around his cock. You slumped in a state of pure bliss as Jerome began to pulsate inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppier.
Seconds later, Jerome let out an animalistic growl as he found his release, letting go inside your tight walls. Hot seed coated your insides, pumping deep into you as he finished off, grunting as he rested his forehead against yours.
Panting heavily, you laughed along with the ginger. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”
You were in the middle of starting your bath when you heard the bathroom door open and close. You had a feeling you knew who it was, you just tossed in some lavender scented bath salts before tightening your robe and turning around. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your five year old daughter standing there in her favorite dress. You knew she had been looking forward to this night all week, she had even put a “special princess” sticker on today’s date on the Frozen calendar that was hanging in her room.
“Well don’t you just look lovely.” You told her and she smiled and did a little twirl for you. “Have special plans for tonight?” You asked and she just slightly rolled her eyes, something Harry swears she learned from you.
“Mommy, you know I have a special date!” Her voice was soft and sweet, you just smiled at her as you ran your hand through her long hair.
“Oi! Did I hear somethin about a date? Ya too young lovey!” The sound of Harry’s loud voice made you jump as you snapped your head in the direction of his closet where he was supposed to be picking out a tie.
“Daddy don’t be silly!” Your daughter’s voice was playful as she turned from looking at you to facing the doorway of the closet Harry was currently standing in. You smiled as Harry walked towards her holding out two ties, one was a nude pink color and the other was a bit of a brighter shade of pink. He knelt down in front of her and held out the ties for her to look at.
“Need ya help lovey, I have a special date tonight with one of the most precious girls in the world and I just can’t pick a tie.” He quickly glanced over at you giving you a wink causing you to roll your eyes and laugh a little as you turned your attention back towards the bath you were so looking forward to soaking in.
“This one.” You looked over and saw Harry grinning as your daughter pointed towards the brighter pink tie. You knew it wouldn’t exactly go well with the navy suit he was wearing, but you also were well aware of the fact her favorite color at the moment was pink so naturally Harry had to incorporate that color into his outfit.
“Perfect choice my little love.” You heard him say as you leaned over and turned off the water. When you turned back around you couldn’t fight the grin that took over your face as you watched Harry do his tie in the full length mirror outside his closet. Your daughter was now standing next to him looking up at him as his hands fiddled with the fabric of the tie until it was decent enough for him to flop the collar of his white button up shirt over.
“Well don’t you two just look smashing.” Both of their heads turned towards you, Harry smiled as he looked down at the little girl standing next to him in her pretty pink dress and white sandals. You smiled at her as she walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your legs.
“You gonna miss us mommy?” Her voice was muffled slightly as she turned her head so her cheek was against the fabric of your robe that hit just above your knee. You gently ran a hand over her hair as she looked up at you with her big green eyes.
“I will miss you terribly.” You reassured her causing a smile to form on her face. Harry cleared his throat making you shoot him a look, he just shrugged causing you to roll your eyes. “I will miss you as well H, don’t worry.” You teased causing him to stick his tongue out at you.
“Come on my little love, don’t wanna be late for our dinner reservations.” You smiled as you felt her arms unwrap from around your legs, she turned around and grabbed Harry’s outstretched hand. “See you later my love, enjoy your bath.” Harry leaned over quickly and placed a sweet kiss to your lips before the two of them were out of the bathroom and you were left alone, just you and the relaxing bath you had prepared.
You knew Harry had pulled out all the stops for this special daddy and daughter date, it being the first one and all he wanted it to be special. You knew he had a limo waiting out front and a table reserved at her favorite restaurant and he even went as far as to make sure flowers were waiting for her upon their arrival at the restaurant. He planned for the two of them to get a private tour of the zoo after dinner.
You knew that was just going to blow her mind, she had developed a new love and interest in animals lately so you knew a tour of the zoo for just the two of them was going to be so fun for her. He had mentioned to you his idea of getting frozen yogurt after the zoo but he also mentioned the idea of going to a bakery and having her pick out cupcakes he wasn’t quite sure so he was going to let her decide when the time came. You were just so excited for the two of them and you couldn’t wait to hear all about it.
You later found yourself in bed reading your latest book when you heard the front door open and when you didn’t hear the sound of little feet running towards your room you turned and looked at the clock. You hadn’t even noticed they had been gone for quite a while, you slid off the bed and poked your head out into the hallway. You smiled as you saw Harry walking towards you.
“She fell asleep on the way to the bakery.” Harry’s voice was barely above a whisper as you saw him carrying your sleeping daughter off towards her room. You had to stop a laugh as you saw her cheek pressed against the top of his shoulder and her hair a crazy mess atop her head.
“Did you two have fun?” You quietly asked as you followed him into her room, he slowly and gentle laid her down onto her bed as you slipped her shoes off her little feet. Harry smiled at her before placing a quick kiss to her forehead, he tucked her quilt over her as you placed her shoes back into her closet.
“Oh love I wish you could’ve seen her face.” He explained as the two of you quietly exited her room and made your way back towards your room. “She just lit up and I thought she was going ta scream when she saw the limo.” His voice was soft and quiet as he made his way towards his closet.
“Did she love the restaurant?” You asked as you sat at the edge of the bed. Harry appeared in the doorway of the master bathroom now just in his trousers and button up shirt that he was working on unbuttoning.
“Of course, but the best bit was when she got her flowers she told me she thought flowers were just for her Mommy and Nana. I told her she was one of my special girls as well so she deserves flowers of her own.” You smiled as he talked while slipped off his shirt, you didn’t even care that he just let it fall to the floor instead of putting it in the hamper.
“I knew the two of you would have a great time.” You told him as you watched him slide his trousers off leaving them on the floor next to his shirt so that now he was just in his boxers before making his way to the bed. “She will remember this night forever H.” You added as he sat next to you on the bed, you placed your hand on the top of his bare thigh giving it a squeeze.
“As will I love,” you felt his arm wrap around your middle as he pulled you closer to him. “She loved the zoo, thought she was gonna ask me ta buy her a lion for a moment.” You giggled when you felt his breath on your neck before he placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.
“You would have.” You teased, the two of you both knew that Harry would drop as much money and move the heavens and earth for the little girl currently asleep in the room down the hall. “That’s why you’re such an amazing dad and she loves you so much.” You felt his grip on your waist tighten a little.
“She’s the amazing one love,” you placed a kiss to the side of his mouth causing his lips to twitch up into a little crooked smirk. “She makes being a dad easy, I jus want to make her smile all the time and protect her from anything that could take that smile away.” You smiled as his eyes lit up as he talked about his love for his daughter. You knew the two of them had a very special bond, it just proved that Harry was indeed an amazing dad.
“Well I’m glad the two of you enjoyed your time together H.” You told him before you rested your head on his shoulder, you felt him place a kiss to the top of your head making you smile.
“Did ya miss me?” You rolled your eyes as you felt his hand slowly begin to creep down from your waist towards your hip. You lifted your head off his shoulder and when you saw the slight smirk on his face you just shook your head.
“Didn’t even notice you were gone.” You joked and Harry’s face slightly dropped and you just shot him a smile before giving his thigh a slight pat. “Okay, I might have missed you just a little bit.” You lifted your free hand up and brought your pointer finger and thumb together to show him how much.
“Oh jus a little bit hmm?” Soon his face was in your neck giving it sloppily kisses causing you to laugh as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. “I love you.” His voice was low in your ear and you just smiled as he placed a kiss right below your ear.
“I love you too H.” You felt him smile against your neck as you snuggled into his chest. You could’ve stayed like that all night, you loved how the two of you always managed to meet at the end of the bed telling each other about your days. You loved watching his eyes light up when he talked about his daughter and you just couldn’t help but smile when he would gush over how much he loved the two of you. The truth was you loved Harry so much you truly didn’t know what you would do without him along with the little girl that was asleep down the hallway after an exciting Daddy daughter date, the two of them were the lights of your life and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Word Count: 674 Author: Ashlyn Request: “Hey can you do a smut preference for the marauder era when you two get in the middle of the deed.” Warnings: Smut Notes: first Marauder preference!
>>Remus<< You were never the loud one in bed, in fact, you often found yourself with your hand clamped over Remus’ mouth while you two went at it.
This was one of those times.
You two were currently in an broom closet; you riding him into the stone floors, hands clasped around Remus’ mouth. The both of you desperately trying to reach your highs, while trying to not be caught at the same time.
That was, until, James and Sirius decided to “pay you two a visit”. Right when you thought you and Remus wouldn’t get caught, a knock sounded at the door, “Oi! Remus! Hurry up you wanker, you and (Y/N) have been going at it forever!”
James’ voice startled both you and Remus, causing you to come down at a funny angle, thus leading to an immense pain being shot through your body.
You bite down on your lip, keeping your cries of agony from escaping, while James’ and Sirius’ laughs echoed from outside the closet door. Remus just pulled you close, stroking your hair, calming you and distracting you from the pain in your lower region.
>>James<< You and James were, at the moment, in his dorm room, alone. At first, you had planned to just spend some quality time with your boyfriend, but now, he was currently drilling you into his mattress. You nails were dug into his lower back, your mouth latched onto his shoulder, attempting to stifle moans.
Apparently, it didn’t work as well as you thought. Remus and Sirius waltzed right in, both of them ignoring the fact that their roommate was banging his hot asf girlfriend.
“Oi! What are you two blokes doing?” James asked, angrily, while still continuing to thrust in and out, while you hid in embarrassment.
“We just needed to grab our text books James. We’ll be out in a second,” Sirius responded, oddly calm. But you and James both knew damn well they weren’t there for textbooks.
>>Sirius<< You had been in the shower, singing to yourself, when your boyfriend, Sirius, decided to pay you a visit. Of course, you were happy to see him, but you weren’t in the mood, then. With a little convincing, Sirius convinced you to ride him all the way to Narnia (metaphorically, that is).
Both yours and his thrusts had just found the perfect rhythm, when you heard the giggling of your roommates, causing you to immediately halt your actions, Sirius following.
You two stayed as silent as possible, praying they wouldn’t notice you two.
“Damn (Y/N)! Your boyfriend really is an animal isn’t he?” Lilly Evans cocky remark echoed off the tiled walls as the other girls chuckled along, while you just buried your head into Sirius’ shoulder.
>>Severus<< (I know he’s not an official Marauder but he’s from that era) Severus had always been a quieter boy. That is, at least, in the corridors. The bedroom is another story. You had to always bite down on something, not only to keep quiet, but also so no one would find you two out, foreseeing as you were secretly dating (it was Severus’ idea, mainly to protect you from the torment he receives).
He had been very touchy all day, leading to you two going at it for what seemed like hours. He was currently leaning against the wall of your dorm while you were on you’re knees, giving him one of the best blowjobs he has ever received.
That was until you heard a gasp from the doorway, only to find three of your roommates, two staring in shock, the other smirking. This caused you to pull away and stand up, attempting to cover Severus’ body with your own (their your roommates, they’ve seen you naked before).
“What the huge - HELL! I meant hell.”
“Get out, and don’t tell anyone, we’ll have some girl time later,” you shoed the three out while they just giggled and agreed to your statement. Once out of sight, you locked the door and turned to Severus, smirking.
• summary: growing up with jeon jungkook at hogwarts includes many things: awkward first impressions, potion spills, invigorating quidditch matches. but most of all, it means you never, ever get to be top of the class, and you will never forgive him for it. (hogwarts au/childhood rivals to lovers au)
• word count: 9.0k
→ note: there are two things i love most in this world: jeon jungkook and harry potter. this is the result. features quidditch player!jungkook and best friends!tae and jimin. enjoy!!
You are eleven years old when Jeon Jungkook begins to thoroughly ruin your pitiful, magical little life.
is something akin to a home to you already, and it’s only been a single day
since the whimsical, ancient castle walls have claimed you as one of their own.
The moment that a dusty, talking wizard’s hat sat atop your head and deemed you
a member of your beloved house only occurred twenty four hours ago as well, but
it feels as though it’s been centuries, as if you’ve always belonged to this
beautiful school full of wizardry. You can still hear Professor Dumbledore’s words
echoing in the back of your mind, bidding you all goodnight and wishing you a
happy school year.
And here you are now, bright-eyed
and giddy, in your final class of the very first day: Potions. You’re seated
towards the very front of the classroom, quill and parchment out for your
newest teacher to see that you are going to take their class seriously. It’s more than a bit strange
to you that wizards and witches use quills - long, feathered instruments that
you were to dip into ink - instead of pens like you’d previously done in your
Muggle school, but, nonetheless, you are determined to make this school year
your own and learn everything you possibly can. Even as other first years nervously
bounce their legs beneath their desks and glance at the daunting professor slamming
the front door open, there is nothing in your young mind that can stand in the
way between you and a fantastic first impression.
The Potions professor is a tall man with long,
charcoal-colored hair and a hooked nose, and he begins the lesson in one of the
most startling manners you’ve ever experienced: by instantly demanding you all
open your textbooks to page 126, select a partner, and begin making a hiccupping potion. With no roll call and no wonderful display of magic surging forth from
his wand, he does absolutely nothing your previous professors have done to ease
you into the way they conduct their class. Only these instructions are muttered from his monotonous
voice, and the rest of the first-years immediately shoot up from their seats
and scramble around to search for a seemingly intelligent partner.
You are still sitting in the front,
mouth hanging open at the professor’s completely inappropriate introduction,
when someone taps your shoulder. Spinning around in your seat, you wind up
face-to-face with a boy who has the largest brown doe eyes you’ve ever seen.