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training4theapocalypse · 3 months

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PLEASE do what Scots actually say I’m so curious

Soap x Reader Scottish Dialogue Inspo

To celebrate Burns Night, here are some realistic smutty Scottish terms and some general stuff to do with relationships. Feel free to use this if you find it helpful 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Disclaimer: my tiny country is made up of countless accents and Soap is canonically from Kilmarnock but his voice actor is from Elgin so who TF knows what he’d actually say.

I also don’t think you need to write in Scots either - I’m Scottish and I don’t (unless am absolutely ragin aboot somethin’) but I can see why you’d want to for Soap’s dialogue.

Behave yersel’

This is easy - it’s just ‘behave yourself’ but it can be used as a smutty admonishment.

“I’ll sleep on the couch - you take the bed.”

“Behave yersel’,” says Soap, unfastening his belt.

Bonny / Bonnie

Spell it whichever way you like. This is primarily an adjective but I see it used as a noun in fic. All. The. Time. It was used a long time ago as a noun - and maybe it still is further north - but where I / Soap are from it's really only used as an adjective these days.

“What do you think of the new recruit, Captain?”

“Aye, she’s bonny, awryt.”

But use this sparingly - and only to describe a person as a whole and not individual body parts. (e.g. you wouldn’t say “Your tits are so bonny.”)

Darlin’ / Doll

The two most common pet names I hear from men here. It is ROUGH as anything and makes me melt. Ughhhh. 🥵

“D’ye like whit ye see, doll?”

Fuckin’ hell

An exclamation that’s pretty ubiquitous across the UK. Soap would 100% say this after sex or if he was surprised by something that made him horny. From clips of Soap I’ve seen I know he says “Steamin’ hell” too but I’ve never heard this IRL.

You sit in Soap’s office, perched on his desk wearing your new lingerie.

He opens the door and freezes, jaw on the floor.

“… Fuckin’ hell.”

Gads

This is a very specific Kilmarnock / Ayrshire thing (which is where Soap’s file says he’s from). And it comes from a very old-timey phrase ‘egads!’ which is hilarious to me.

Gads can be used as an exclamation for something shocking (OR something cringe depending on the context).

“You honestly think that I snuck into your room because my bed was uncomfortable? I want you to fuck me, Soap.”

He swallows. “... Gads.”

Gantin’ for it

AKA Gagging for it. Juvenile way to describe being horny. Soap would probably say this about himself in a jokey way.

“You alright, Soap?”

“Aye, aye. I’ve just been gantin’ for it ever since that new lassie joined.”

Lassie / Lass

Girl. Younger. (Pop off age difference fics)

Missus

Literally “Mrs” but surprisingly not just used to refer to your wife. Really commonly used to refer to a girlfriend.

“Look, whatever the missus wants she gets. Awryt?”

Wee (insert expletive)

Literally call me whatever you want as long as you put ‘wee’ in front of it. Wee bitch, wee slag, wee slut (omggggggg).

Soap tuts, as you writhe against his thigh. “Yer an impatient wee thing, aren’t ye?”

Anyway, that's all I've got for now- if I think of any more, I'll add to this. You don't need to credit me if you actually use this - I like to think of it as service to my country 🫡

P.S. This made me realise I've only ever had sex with Scottish people so maybe some of this is just normal sex stuff and not Scotland specific???? HAHAHAHA

P.P.S. I was getting really into the dialogue so I've written a short fic about Reader x Soap.

#scotland forever #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #task force 141 #smut #soap cod #soap mw2 #john mactavish x reader #burns night #cod fic #cod mw2

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punkrockhistory · 24 days

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In memory of Vivienne Isabel Westwood, English fashion designer, born on this day in 1941, Tintwistle, UK

In memory of Malcolm McLaren, former manager of the Sex Pistols, New York Dolls and Bow Wow Wow, who died on this day in 2010 in Bellinzona, Switzerland

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#punk #punks #punkrock #viviennewestwood #Malcolmmclaren #history #punkrockhistory #otd

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manlywitch · 1 year

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ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒʷ?

🫎Random bakugou smut... I'm down bad for him... And yanderes...

🫎Type of reader: sub Uke male reader.

🫎Pairing: yandere Bakugou Katsuki X male reader.

🫎Type: (NSFW) smut🔞

🫎Yandere themes

🫎Non-con (I normally don't do this but I was in the mood to write this..)

🫎Prompt: Bakugou finds out you were trying to escape him obviously angering him, now he's taking it out on your insides.

🫎If you feel uncomfortable with these kinda situations/subjects please don't read it, I don't want to make you guys uncomfortable.

🫎Everyone's 18+ in this.

🫎Surprisingly long smut part I'm proud.

🫎Kinks: bondage, overstimulation.

Proofread? : ❌

🦝 ¸,ø¤º°🔞°º¤ø,¸ 🦝

He grabs the head of your cock squeezing down so you can't cum, you whimper as your orgasm gets denied.

The stretch burns, making you feel lightheaded and sick, barely able to hold yourself up if it wasn’t for Katsuki’s strong hands holding your body in place.“I can’t- please - I can’t- s-stop please... ” You babble away, mindless and pathetic, just how Katsuki likes it. This made him fall for you even more. Good job..

Even though you can barely handle it, you have to do this, whether you like it or not. And Katsuki had all the right to do so...He says, because you tried to leave him, you should be ashamed of yourself, right?...

{ You got yourself into this....After all...Why would you think you could leave him? Idiot.♡}

He chuckes, and you feel the vibrations through your body. You whine and choke on the thick air before letting yourself fall onto his chest, engulfed by Katsuki’s protective hug, this is his sign to know that you love him back.

He groans as his animalistic pace slows down, so does the grip on one side your hips get loosened up.

He looks at your face, your sobbing as your hands that were previously cut open with a nail when you tried to open the window were tied up to the bedpost. "I'll leave you like this...Then my little boy can't escape...Hm?" You sob as his pace fastens up again making your eyes close wanting this to be over.

You didn't want to receive any kind of pleasure from this freak, his maroon red eyes always glaring at you if you did something 'wrong' or 'bad' in his opinion, this 'bad behavior' then later got handled in this way by using your body as his personal sex toy.

He groans as his pace gets sloppy as he looks you in the eyes your <e/c> eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying.

He cramps up as he shoots his load into you, your gummy red walls painted a white colour.

He pulls out of your ass and looks at your crying and shaking form.

He smiles a sickening smile finding joy in you being marked up and in 'pleasure' just because of him.

He smirks as you let out a sigh of relieve happy it's done. Maybe you can even cum now...If he let's go of your cock then..Why can't he let go of your cock? ....

"You really think I was done? How adorable, doll..." he rams his cock back into your ass his cum going deeper into your ass as he fucks your ass hard. His cock thrusts at a painfully hard pace.

It was sickening, you wish you were back home where you would wake up next to your actual boyfriend and go to your job and have a peaceful life.

Now you had to live with this disgusting man, his intentions never seemed pure or good...

You thought by now that your boyfriend must've found another partner and keeps living his life like it was with you...Just like your other family members...Right?

Well...Not exactly...What you didn't know is that there's a crawling space....A great hiding place for bodies..Right?

As Katsuki kept fucking into you hard you didn't notice that he was holding a knife...

And he for sure will use it if you don't obey..

You felt a harsh stinging feeling in your arm...

You choked out as more sobs escaped your body, your head constantly hitting the headboard of the bed as Katsuki wasn't holding onto you anymore...

You looked at Katsuki who was glaring at you. " Pay attention to me" he put the knife away and grabbed your hip again.

🦝 ¸,ø¤º°🔞°º¤ø,¸ 🦝

He groans as he came again, his cum squirted out of your ass as it was stuffed full of his white liquid.

He pulled out and looked at you.

You layed there, your <s/t> skin littered in purple and red marks, your eyes puffy and lifeless and your hair greasy and messy from the lack of care.

Did I already mention that...Katsuki followed you around the house everywhere and whenever he left he would tie you up? Yeah...No way you were gonna shower around him.

He pulls his hand away from the head of your cock, as soon as he did that your load bursted.

White ropes of cum squirting out of your cock as you moan your eyes closed as you finally have a moment where he isn't touching you.

As soon as you were done and came down from your high he stroked your cheek.

You were annoyed by that antic but couldn't do much since your hands were tied up.

....You wanted to bite off his fucking finger.

He pulled away and looked at you before turning off the light and cuddling onto you.

The sun rised up illuminating your hickey and scar littered body in sunlight.

Katsuki woke up and whispered in your ears.

"Promise me you never leave me? Do you love me now....?"

Did you guys like it? Rate it in the discussion from 1/10 please... I really need tips or something..

This was the first time trying to write a yandere story I hope I did well!

Bye guys, see you in the next story!

#bottom male reader #bakugou x male reader #male yandere x male reader #mha x male reader

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kingofthe-egirls · 5 months

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SNAKEMAN: LUFFY x Y/N (stripper part 3!)

stripper au: part 1 part 2

(cw: sex, snakeman monster fuck, sad luffy but u help)

(a/n: uk how it is)

Songs: “Minimize” by B.P. Valenzuela

words: 1k

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Luffy stalks towards you, as you circle the stripper pole in your sparkly heels. They’re the newest gift he’s spoiled you with: rhinestone heels with small platforms and black velvet straps. The crystalline shimmers reflect the studio lights as you twirl around the pole, letting your legs swing your weight slowly in circles. You’re wearing black exercise shorts and a lacy bralette.

Snakeman’s haki-armored pythons suddenly wind around your waist. He slows your spin, as you release your grip on the pole so he can reel you back into his strong chest.

He’s like, five feet taller than you.

You squeak, surprised at the sudden contact between your almost-bare back and his heated chest.

“Ssssuch a sweet pussy f’me, hah?” Luffy’s hissing, snakelike voice drops several octaves as he manhandles your shorts off.

His python hands find your pussy, cupping it with his palm. He rubs the heel of his against your clit, wasting no time before dipping his swollen, steel-like fingers inside your sopping pussy. He lets out a sinful groan.

“Shiiiiit, baby~,” He snickers from three feet above you. His muscles clench and contract behind your body as he maneuvers your thighs beneath both hands. Snakeman is an impatient, slithery version of your slutty captain.

His cock stretches you out perfectly.

“Ssssooo goooood~!” He hisses, his whines turning hoarse as he starts a slow and steady rhythm.

He’s fucking you like a monster: both large hands wrapped around your thighs as he spreads your legs as far as he can. He’s lifting you up and down on his cock, his head thrown back as he stutters and moans.

Eventually, he sits.

Snakeman Luffy is sitting crosslegged on the floor of the studio, still lifting you up and down his stretched-out cock. Like you’re his personal fucktoy. Like he’s never felt something so warm, so hot, so tight before. He’s hissing out phrases of pleasure, his compliments half-bitten off and chewed as he chokes through his own whining keens.

“Ssssuch a—such a good sex doll, huh sssweetie?” His tongue flickers against your ear, before wriggling its way inside. He teases your sensitive ears with his snakey tongue, and you find yourself cumming with reckless abandon.

He snickers as you writhe and moan.

You scrabble at his hair, your arm stretched up all the way as you try to reach his head. His Snakeman locks are silken: long and swaying as if there’s a breeze. He leans down a little so you can pet him easier.

“Snakeman doin’ a good job for ya?” He asks, whispered voice betraying the self consciousness he always so deftly conceals.

“So good~!”

He starts smooching the skin of your shoulder, as his Snakeman deflates.

He’s panting, ragged and worn after his exploits. He slumps against you, his limbs wrapped around your torso as he sniffles. His face is buried between your shoulder blades.

“S’not too—freakish?”

You gasp, swirling around to smother his face in your chest.

“Don’t ever say that!!!” You say in disbelief, scratching his hair as it slowly spikes back up to its usual shortness. His body is sleepy, deflated. His skin is paler than normal, as his breaths come raspy and hoarse. He stares up at you with big, pleading eyes.

“Snakeman’s sexy, right?”

He’s asking for reassurance, for sex-driven compliments and you can’t help but pour out your affections for him. The same way statues pour water from ceramic vases into fountains: endlessly.

“Snakeman is so sexy,” you encourage him, stroking his face. His eyes flutter shut, as his smile starts twitching up again. “Snakeman is sexy because he’s you.”

Luffy stares up at you with the pit of his stomach in hell. “No one’s—ever called me…sexy…before,” he confesses, his eyes shiny with tears. He scrubs at his face: at the side with no scar. “Stupid baby face,” he sniffs sharply, “M’short and scrawny, too…,” he whispers out his insecurities, staring at the floor.

You sit up, facing him.

“You are sexy. Inherently. Your voice, your scrawny, your stupid chubby cheeks. Your scar, your eyes. The way you move. You are sexy.”

You try to tell him, to get the message across, but something in his eyes says that he’s still seeing the weak, childish version of himself.

He sniffs.

“Makino said I’ve got owl eyes…,” he says miserably, scrubbing at his face. He stares down at the glossy studio floor with shadows over his expression. “Ace said m’so short no one would ever kiss me…and Uta—,” he hiccups, his eyes red and swollen as tears flow freely. He scowls.

“Uta said m’too ugly for her to stay steady with…she said she was just usin’ me fer kissin’ practice,” he speaks bitterly.

You grab both sides of his face, anger boiling inside you with heat you’ve never felt before.

“Who the fuck. Is Uta.”

Luffy stares at you, suddenly perked up at the sound of violence in your undertone. He sees you’ve gone so terribly still. Steel is flintlocked into your eyes. He shakes his head.

“Shanks’ kid…she was my crush, as kids…,” he wavers a little, still stung by her harsh critiques.

You grit your teeth.

“She. Was. So. Wrong.”

He stares, still not comprehending.

You sear him with a kiss that starts low at your gut. Center of your pelvic floor. Magma, molten lust.

“Sexy doesn’t begin to describe it. You’re so…so handsome. Your jawline, your bone structure…,” you grace your fingertips against his cheekbones. You trace the slight slope of his nose. “Your skin is so warm, and your lips are velvet. I—,” you shake your head, “Why d’ya think all those girls flock ta ya? Cuz you’re a wanted man? Cuz you’re strong?” You shake your head vehemently. You pour as much stripper-seduction into your words as you possibly can. “Nah, Snakeman. It’s cuz you’re so fucking sexy. Your hair is dark, your skin is warm brown, your muscles are defined, your voice is so—ugh!” You’re at a loss for words.

Luffy stares at you.

“Seriously?”

You swallow.

“Seriously.”

****

#dumpster dive #luffy smut #fav #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #snakeman smut #luffy gear 4 smut #gear 4 smut

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skippyangel16 · 5 months

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The Couple Next Door my thoughts…

Link here for a ‘real’ review from that neck of woods👇

👏👏👏

👆This just about sums it up for me, a real review from a real paper not a paid promo success piece from Hello or channel 4 blowing its own trumpet. If you google the series IBMd has it rated 5.2/10 at the moment of writing. (Saying something is brilliant does not make it so, unless you want to brainwash. Kenneth springs to mind taking a whole year+ to talk up Belfast so he would finally get that Oscar for the not so outstanding Belfast 🙄)

The Guardian Nov 2023 promo it as The couple next door a sexy fantastic time …4 stars but then by the 3rd Dec it’s no longer raving about it with an honest review.👇

https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2023/dec/03/the-couple-next-door-channel-4-swingers-thriller-review-slow-horses-3-arena-being-kae-tempest-the-doll-fctory?CMP=share_btn_link Barbara Ellen exert from review 3 Dec 2023 still the guardian…

Exert from link above by Barbara Ellen..

Well for me TCND started off with a ‘OMG not again!’ for the opening shot. I said to hubby ‘I hate it when they do that!’. The second scene supposedly set in Leeds wtf? Why didn’t they find a more convincing housing estate…then (Sam) Danny picking up the washing machine…dear god it made me cringe and that’s just for starters!

Sam…I could not get past his ‘Yorkshire’ accent?… well he did his best, it came through well some of the time. It’s sad but production were aware they were not going to predominantly film in Yorkshire or substitute location with a suitable comparison so why the need for him to do a Yorkshire accent? They could have set this story anywhere. Why not let Sam do his normal Scottish accent ? Far more sexy! Bad decision imo.

I could go on…especially the ladies dress code for a casual UK BBQ, LMAO. For sure my neighbour and I need to up our game at our next one! Seductive dresses, tits out and heels on! Husbands can’t wait…🤣

Does it appear Sam was hired for his body?…absolutely! Is he typecast as the guy who does sex?…looks like it. If he wanted to up his stakes as a good actor imo this was not the project. Can he do chemistry with anyone but Caitriona?… barely, but this was his best effort so far. Sex scenes and build up no 🔥 for me. I found it more cringe so fast forward came into play. Seems Sam is okay with full nudity and grinding again so can’t wait for OL S8! No need for J&C sex scenes to be PG…

Continuity, script, direction, production…dear god did outlander do it?

Out of all the actors Jessica De Gouw (Becka) stood out with a consistent performance.

Gripping? Nah, wanted to give up many times but finally got past ep 3 and pace seemed to increase so eventually got to the end which was then suddenly abrupt.

I wanted to like it, but for me it was blah…should have been amazing! Fail is more down to script, direction and production, had a giggle most of the way through at the script and said wtf and why a lot? ….🤷‍♀️still they all had fun making it and got paid!

For those who thought it enjoyable and hot I am really pleased for you! Sex for sex sake came to my mind, script all over the place one minute quite good another that’s shit.

For me in the words of a true Yorkshire man…

Maybe if I had a couple of wines with the cheese and knew it was not going to be a quality drama but a cheesy soap it would have gone down better.

Strikes me his fate in life is to be an alcohol god, that’s his true path…acting gave him his wife and family and that’s all he needs from it. It appears it’s not in his destiny for it to do anything more than that…🤷‍♀️JMHO

So if you haven’t seen it and want to then I suggest lots of wine and lower your expectations to a tv movie or soap and you will probably enjoy it and think it’s better than it was…🤪

#tumblr #@skippyangel16 #post Dec 2023 #tcnd #review #sam heughan

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tepli-mravenci · 4 months

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hey homonoromo! a czech related question: how is it with queer acceptance in your country? preferrably in brno, haha. and especially about trans people? do you think it'd be possible for me to transition there? and how much would it cost in general? and do i have to get psych approval and wait in the queue for years or stuff like in the uk?

i know you're not a consultant or anything, i just don't know who to ask. also, i guess that's way more than one question

Aight so when it comes to acceptance it really comes to individual people but regarding transition there's a couple things to consider:

- according to law you are required (among other things) to get sterilized to complete your transition if you're transitioning fully from one binary gender to another (aka you want your personal documents say you're that gender and you want a name that's purely given to people of that gender), also there's no nonbinary option for the "full" transition, you either have M or F on your ID

- before you're allowed to start taking HRT you need to go to a therapist essentially, it really depends on WHERE exactly and WHO your therapist is and I don't know the Brno situation but there are forums (mostly on Facebook I think) where people discuss their experiences (also čumblr Brňáci might know more than me)

- this is also individual when it comes to how long you'll be waiting, how long they'll be examining you and how long it will take you to transition

- I'm not sure how MONEY works when you have a non-czech insurance company (since I have no idea how insurance works) but if you do have one that operates in the Czech republic they WILL pay for your transition as if it were any other medical treatment (there's of course examinations and shit that determine whether it will psychologically benefit you to receive that treatment), you should still check if your insurance covers these kinds of things tho

- during your examination period you're first required to "try out" presenting yourself socially as the gender you're transitioning to which includes using a gender neutral name

- a recent GOOD development here is that you can now change your name to a neutral one ANYTIME even if you're not "officially" transitioning! Here's a list of legally approved gender neutral names!

- there are invasive and unnecessary examinations that should not be mandatory for the transition but your therapist can still try to make you go through them, depends again on the specific one, it's also important to remember that the way trans people are diagnosed here is reportedly ancient and just...really stupid? (to quote what my classmate told me, they asked him things like "did you play with dolls or cars as a child?")

- if you are married (to someone of the opposite sex) or in a registered partnership (with someone of the same sex) pre-transition, you have to get divorced when you complete transition because they're not the same on a legal level

Trans*parent is a great Czech resource when it comes to transition and trans stuff in general

I am not sure how different it is with foreigners or even if you'd find a therapist who speaks english honestly. Don't quote me on this but you might need to get Czech citizenship first? But I really don't know.

If I said something stupid or inaccurate (or no longer relevant) here pls correct me!!

#čumblr #czech republic #czech #kvír #ask #č #česko

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99liners · 11 months

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So i have this lame drabble kinda idea for nodus tollens. As u have mentioned before that jimin's mom n brother treat rei as their own daughter n sister respectively so imagine one day jimins brother was hugging rei Or kissing her forehead (uk brotherly affection) n jimin saw these n literally went ballistic n started punching his own brother then jimins family would see what n Douchebag their son is😂

opus nodus tollens, drabble number 1 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: choreographer!park jimin x trophy!wife reader extra character(s): min shiza (liberosis) genre: fluff, smut, angst, marriage!au, age-gap!au (9 years). words: 1.863 warnings: jealousy, over possessive!pjm, unhealthy behaviour, toxic relationships, heated argument, manipulative behaviour, smexy times, missionary position, unprotected sex, mentions of orgasm (m). original one-shot: nodus tollens part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i don't think i will be adding the punching thingy, i get that jimin is supposed to be this obsessive guy but that level of obsession that he punches his own brother would take away from his character. i hope you understand and enjoy the drabble!

"i know what you want."

"what do you mean?"

"i know you want her like you have always wanted all my toys back when we were kids."

jimin had pulled aside his younger brother to the latter's room one fine evening.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

it has been six days since jimin and you flew down to busan to visit jimin's parents. they had been asking you both to come over ever since the wedding. back then, you had been busy with finishing college and jimin has always been one of the in-demand choreographers of the industry, so naturally there was no time to make the trip happen.

last month when you got laid off from the min-specter firm, it hit you badly. it had shaken you up in the worst way possible; you had stopped eating, you stopped talking to jimin, you did not reply to any of your ex-upperclassman-turned-ex-boss'-wife shiza's messages, you had not even stepped out of the house for weeks on end. most of the days, you did not even bother leaving the bed. you would be wearing the same house clothes and be slumped on the bed or at most, at the floor with your back supported by the bed. you still cannot believe that you were fired from your job; the job you had worked your ass off for. the internships, the training, the late-night studying — all of it turned to dust and swept away. and shiza? she was supposed to be like your older sister, she should have changed your boss' mind but all you get are empty apologies and how she is sad for you. nothing seemed to cheer you up and your husband was at his wit's end on exploring new to get you to even smile at him.

one day when he came back from work, he was surprised to see your ex-upperclassman, shiza. she was standing near the chair in the dining hall where you were sat. you looked like you had been crying.

"um, what's this? doll, is everything okay?"

you gave a curt nod, not meeting his eyes.

jimin turned to shiza, "mrs min i think it's best you lea-"

you cut him off, "no. she's okay."

jimin sighed, so she gets an okay but all he gets are nods and hums? he just wants his rei of sunshine (pun intended) back.

"jimin-ssi, if it's possible maybe you should take a trip with y/n, she needs some fresh air."

"ahha, only if this madam wants to go anywhere."

biting the inside of your cheeks, you mumbled, "i want to go out."

jimin's eyes flickered. wait so when he suggested going out for a vacation, you threw pillows at his face while proceeding to bury your face in the mattress and bellowing out noises like a dying whale but shiza eonnie mentions going on a trip once and you want to go now? what is this sorcery? jimin needs to learn this ninja technique.

a while later, shiza left when a black luxury car (jimin guesses it was a vintage rolls royce wraith) came around to pick her up.

your husband started collecting the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink when he heard your feeble voice.

"take me away before i lose myself," you mentioned, your eyes trained pointlessly at the floor while your arms came to wrap around themselves in a hug.

jimin almost dropped the porcelain plate to make his way to you, dropping to his knees as his hands brought down your hands in his, to rest on your lap.

"doll, i will take you anywhere you want. i just want you back as you were."

you sniffled down your tears and leaned over to hug him tightly, which your husband happily reciprocated.

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it was like you were born anew when jimin brought you to his childhood home. you have never known a family and now to have a father, a mother and a brother to call your own — it truly felt like a new life. every day you woke up, you got to have a mother's handmade breakfast made with love, you helped her out with the household chores, while in the evening the neighbourhood aunties would invite you over for cheesecake and coffee while they doted on you, mentioning how their jiminie got lucky to have you in his life.

it felt nice to be wanted, to be included in the mundane things in life and the days passed by normally, they didn't feel too long nor too short. it was all perfect. jiwon, jimin's younger brother would even take you on his motorcycle to mr park's cafe where mr park would proudly introduce you to his regular customers as his 'lawyer daughter-in-law'.

at first it started when mrs park forced you to go out and see the town around but then every evening you would leave with jiwon on his motorcycle while he showed you around. likewise, at first jimin did not much think about it, he usually was in charge of looking after the family business when he was home, so accounting took most of his time. plus, he was happy that you were exploring the places where he once grew up. it made him feel even closer to you when at night you would tell him about the places you saw, the sparkle in your eyes. you were just too adorable for his heart to take.

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"don't make a noise," jimin whispered near your ear before putting his hand over your mouth, stilling his lower body to a lull before hitting it home in an intense thrust, his pelvic area slapping against your cunny. the bedpost hit the wall with a thud while a groan died down in your throat.

jimin and jiwon's rooms are adjacent to each other and obviously, like two responsible adults, neither of you would ever want for the poor thing to have to hear anything inappropriate.

"fuuuck," you sighed against his palm while jimin continued his thrusts — bringing you over the edge while his length rummaged through your gummy walls, feeling every ridge, every bump in the hot cavern.

one particular hard thrust had you moaning loudly, a muffled one owing to jimin's hand but still the muffled noise was out in the air.

jimin brought his movements to a halt, "i don't think he heard it," he whispered, slowly moving his hips in a circular motion.

"i think he's asleep," you whispered back, the sentence broken in two parts owing to his slow actions. you winced at the leisurely pace.

"i can hear you jerks. loud and clear." jiwon's booming voice came through the walls.

jimin was really close to his release, he has been holding back all this time to not cause a commotion, "mm, might as well," his hips took up pace, creating a symphony of sinful noises.

you tried to stop him, your eyes going wide at the sudden pace. you were both in a state of pleasure and fear because your brother-in-law just said that he could already hear you guys even when you were whispering.

"he can hear us!" you reminded jimin, biting your lip hard to not let out moans, your legs closing around his waist.

his dominant hand got a hold of the headpost, wrapping around the wood to anchor himself for the thrusts as they grew sloppy; indicating his oncoming orgasm, "he already has."

"y'all are fucking disgusting! i am going to put bleach in my ears," jiwon yelled again before you both heard his bedroom door opening and closing, followed by footsteps hurrying downstairs.

"forget him, look at me," jimin's free hand came to hold your gaze at him, the edge of his palm supporting your chin while his fingers grazed your cheek. his thrusts slowed down again as he angled his hips to reach deeper angles.

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later the next day, you absolutely avoided jiwon, you were too embarrassed to even look in his direction.

in the evening while jimin and you were sat in the living room watching tv, jiwon walked over, "ahem, if you guys are not busy copulating like bunnies, do you want to go to our old high school? there is an annual sports festival going on," he offered. mind you, he was loving this because he gets to tease you at every sentence, every accidental eye contact.

you winced at the first sentence, "stop mentioning it. we are sorry."

jimin was sat beside you looking over some papers his father had just handed him, "speak for yourself, i am not sorry."

"of course," jiwon shook his head before turning to you, "for your information, you are so bad at trying to suppress any sound."

jimin raised an eyebrow at that, since when did you two become so close to talk about sex (of all topics) so openly. he understands that you two are closer in age, jiwon is a year older and doing his masters but it did not sound as innocent to him, "hey, be respectful."

"let's go," ignoring the teasing, you stood up, "i would love to see where this one used to go to school," you touched jimin's hair, giving it a slight ruffle.

he caught your hand and placed a kiss on it, "be safe and be back before 8, the streets get empty. i don't know what takes you both so long every night."

"yes yes, don't worry," jiwon exhaled casually before leaving with you.

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by the time jiwon and you came back, jiwon had his arm wrapped around you, hanging by your shoulder as you two laughed at some joke.

after dinner when mrs park took you away to show you old pictures, jimin pulled jiwon to the side.

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"whoa whoa, wait a second. di-did did you just compare your wife to toys?" jiwon's eyes went wide.

"well of course she is not a toy, that's the point i am trying to make. she is my wife."

"you just compared her to a toy! always knew you needed therapy."

"listen just keep your hands off her, i don't like this newfound intimacy between you two," jimin's hand was on jiwon's shoulder, his grip tightening with every word.

"are you joking right now? you are joking right? she's like my fucking sister. i have always wanted a sister because you are such an asshole and now i finally have someone whom i can call a sister so of course you have to ruin it."

jimin went quiet, maybe he took it all wrong. suddenly he was reminded that this was his brother, his blood. he knows his little brother, he believes in the values his parents taught them.

"hey, look it's you from when you were in your nappies," you had walked in jiwon's room looking for him. a photo album in your hand, you walked to the duo.

jiwon gave you a small smile as he turned his gaze to what you were pointing at.

jimin let a sigh, maybe his family is complete finally and there is nothing to worry about as he found himself smiling at you two.

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Sabotage - Part 1

Summary: The start of a new uni year brings new classmates, new lessons and a new professor.

Parts: 1, 2, 3 (to be continued)

(professor!Joel x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of smut, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 1,435

A/N: I’m starting a professor Joel series, which I’m having loads of fun writing so far! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future parts.

It was the first day back after what felt like forever. A summer to remember they’d said. You’d had enough alcohol in your body to forget the year let alone the last couple of months. It was all change this term though. Taking on a Masters had never been something you’d considered, until you finished undergrad and had no clue what came next. Another year of lectures, why the fuck not? An MA in English lit? Sure.

You had one friend who decided to take on the challenge with you, Kelsey. You’d picked a flat together just outside of campus – nothing special, but bigger than you expected to get for your budget. Living room, kitchen, pretty standard and brimming with party possibilities. Your bedroom was somehow the biggest. You weren’t sure how you’d managed to wrangle that one, but you weren’t going to complain.

The UK rarely got warm days, especially in September, but for some reason the universe decided move in day was going to be a million degrees. You and Kelsey heaved box after box up the stairs of your new apartment complex. Sweaty was an understatement. And of course you were on the third floor with no lift.

“Do you… do you think we’ll ever feel cool again?” Kelsey huffed, wheeling what you hoped was the last suitcase through the door. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, wrinkling your nose at the amount of moisture that came off. “Please tell me there’s nothing else?” No sooner had you said those words, the door to the flat next door opened, revealing a tanned, toned looking Ken doll of a man. All muscles, abs and blonde.

Kelsey straightened up, frantically brushing fly-aways down and tugging at her now damp tank top.

The guy leant on the door frame of his flat and flashed you both a Ryan Gosling style grin. “You ladies need a hand?”

You had to restrain yourself from an eye roll. Sure, he was hot, but it was textbook pickup lines. Plus you were way too hot for sex. Kelsey didn’t seem to agree. She put on her best sex eyes, biting her lip.

If you weren’t careful you’d end up unpacking this whole flat yourself.

“I think we’re…”

“I could use some help,” Kelsey interrupted you. She gave you a quick, stern look, before looking back at the guy.

“I got some help in here,” the guy gestured to his apartment, looking Kelsey up and down.

“One sec,” Kelsey held up a finger to him, turning to you, whispering, “I’ll love you forever if you let me go with him. I’ll help unpack later, I promise.”

You shrugged. “Have fun. But if you’re not back in two hours I’m calling the police and assuming you’ve been murdered.”

Kelsey beamed. “Thanks, you’re the best.”

The guy held his hand out, which she took, and they disappeared into his flat.

You looked at all the boxes strewn around the living room. That was a job for tomorrow, when you didn’t feel like you were going to melt. You took your suitcase and dragged it into your bedroom. At least this room could be unpacked.

Just as you unzipped it, you heard the unmistakable moan then thud of what you assumed was Kelsey’s back against the wall. Shower. You would have a cold shower first.

Kelsey returned an hour later, looking suitably satisfied. You’d had a shower, unpacked most of your stuff and were now lying on the sofa with a handheld fan directly on your face. You raised you head as she walked in.

“Any good?”

“Useful,” was all she said, before disappearing into the bathroom.

You took that as she’ll be spending a lot of time next door.

The first lecture of a new course always felt like starting school all over again. A bunch of new people in a classroom not really knowing what they’re doing there. Kelsey had decided that lecture number one is always useless and opted instead to stay in bed. You didn’t argue with her. She was the kind of girl who walked to the beat of her own drum. An admirable if slightly irresponsible trait. But who were you to judge?

So you really did feel like the new girl. You sat at a desk relatively close to the back. It was still early so all the good seats hadn’t been taken yet. Just a few keen beans right at the front, then one other guy on your row.

You rummaged in your bag, with that awful feeling that you’d forgotten something. Shit, laptop. And you didn’t have a notebook. Not a good start. You contemplated asking the guy on your row if he had a spare piece of paper, but he looked so blazed that you’re not sure he would even know what class he was in. Instead, you figured it was early enough in the class to rush to the nearest supply cupboard, which you hoped was in plains sight.

You grabbed your bag and rushed to the door, not seeing the figure walking in.

“Fuck!” You collided with his body, the coffee in his hand now all down your dress. You looked up to see who the poor student was whose drink you were now wearing and your heart sank.

This man looked close to 50, but a very good 50. His hair was tousled and he had a strong jawline, accentuated by his rough beard. There were mature students, of course, but the feeling in your stomach told you this wasn’t a student.

The man took a couple steps back, glaring down at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Class hasn’t started yet.” His Southern drawl caught you off guard. American? Your body couldn’t decide if it was anxious, sick or horny – or a combination of the three.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I was just… I forgot my laptop. I can get you another coffee,” you rambled.

The man pushed past you, setting his bag on the desk. He wasn’t dressed like your previous professors had. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, tight around his arms, and jeans. He took a pad out of his bag, ripped out a couple of pages and held them in your direction. You took them, unsure whether you should go back to your seat or go to the bathroom and clean up the mess your dress was now in. He decided for you.

“Sit.”

The embarrassment that now engulfed you was unbearable. You stank of coffee and your dress that was once red was now slightly brown and damp. And he hadn’t even asked if you were alright. Dick, you thought. What a shitty term this is going to be.

Other students were now filing in, so you went back to your original desk, thankful you were in the back. It didn’t stop people from turning to look at you. This was your new reputation. Fuck, why couldn’t Kelsey have been here? You envied her choice to stay in bed and wished you’d done the same.

“Now that most of you are here, I’ll start. I’m Professor Miller. I’m taking your English lit classes this semester. Maybe next ‘f you’re lucky.”

Who did this asshole think he was? Attractive, sure. Asshole, definitely. A rage started to burn in your stomach. You’d apologised to him.

“’f you’ve done the summer reading you’ll know we’re covering The Great Gatsby this term. I dunno what it’s about. Never read it. Your first assignment is to write me an essay explaining the plot.”

He leant forward, hands on his desk. “Any questions?”

You frowned. Maybe another degree was a mistake. This seemed like it was going to be a massive waste of time.

“You,” he gestured in your direction. “’s there a problem?

“No, I…”

“Good. This isn’t a class to sleep through. ‘f you’re not gonna take it seriously, get out.”

He gave you a look. It was a look that said ‘don’t fuck with me’. The rage that had been bubbling inside you was now full on erupting. Did he really think he could humiliate you in front of a new class and not get something in return? Your eyes quickly flickered to his hand. No ring.

You smirked, folding your arms. Heat settled at your core. You thought you saw some of that in his eyes. They were black, rage mixed with something else. You held his stare for a moment longer. He was the first to break.

Professor Miller, you don’t know what you’re in for.

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