#they're temps for hire!!!!

[puppsworld]

me: watches bee and puppycat me, instantly: naruto au time >:3c

[oh-gh0st]

oh my god dont look at me

[rosymiel]

i was able to book an interview for a REAL non-scam job today!! honestly today is off to such a good start

[doolallymagpie]

time to write holden socializing with characters i was forced to invent because a crew of six does not fucking work in battletech's universe, like, not at all

[wearetheunholyfamily]

job hunting

[mapofthesea]

producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you'd been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they're kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

When you’d first been hired, the request came through your temp agency, and you knew nothing other than the address before you showed up. By then you were no stranger to the life of an assistant; you had fallen into the line of work after failing to find a job in your field. The first few temp jobs were exactly what you expected. Fielding phone calls and delivering coffee to big wigs in uncomfortable, cheap dress clothes became your new normal for several months, so when you arrived at the gray office building you figured you knew what you were in for. 

Yoongi and Jimin proved to be nothing like your previous employers, and their charmingly personable attitudes made them unbelievably easy to work for. At the end of your week as their temp, you had pouted and delayed your departure by attempting to tidy up their shared studio. 

“You’re not a maid, you don’t have to do that.” Yoongi cooly remarked. Even with his ears sticking out endearingly from the sides of his beanie, his dark gaze made you freeze. 

“I-I know, I just- sorry.” You withered under his attention, shifting from foot to foot as you waited for the anxiety to pass. “I’ll go. Bye Yoongi, it’s been super nice working for you guys.” 

You kicked yourself as the wave of disappointment saturated your words. Yoongi hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was no reason to unload your sadness on him. 

“What? I thought they told you?” Yoongi chirped. “We hired you. I expect you to be back tomorrow.” An unbidden smile cracked your face and you couldn't help but notice Yoongi had mirrored it. 

“Oh, oh! Um, see you tomorrow then.” Your heart thumped embarrassingly fast as you skittered out of the office, only seeing the email full of praise from them once you were tucked into the comfort of your bed.

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“Remember when you used to be nice to me?” You hiss at the man who had just fully sat on your shins, uncaring that you squirm under him. Jimin rolls his eyes at your remark and stays where he is until you snake your legs out from under him. 

“I am nice to you. I pay you.” Jimin coos and pulls your legs into his lap, his familiar touch skittering over your bare calves. After being their one and only assistant for a year and half, your working hours have become more muddled. Business often mixed with friendship, and the lines of professionalism had officially blurred to a proportion you never expected. 

“We also buy you food,” Yoongi cooly adds, plopping himself in the chair across from the two of you and sweeping his hand toward the boxes of empty takeout that dotted the coffee table. A microphone and mixing board live among the mess. You sigh listlessly. They had been working on this new song for hours, tossing ideas back and forth, and although they all sounded wonderful to you, neither of them were happy with anything. 

“Can I go home?” You drawl, feeling the strain of laying on the couch in the way your neck cricks and radiates a sharp headache. You subconsciously rub your fingers into the tightness at the base of your neck. 

“No,” Jimin answers immediately. You sit up straight on the couch and rip your legs from his lap. 

“Why?” It comes out whiny but you’re too tired to care, still rubbing at the knot in your neck. “Yoongi?” For a second you have hope he’ll let you go but he shakes his head, dark wavy strands slipping over his eyes. 

“Sorry, need you here.”

You sputter, disbelief making your eyes go wide. “Okay...can I at least go get you some coffee? More food? Or something?” Sitting in the darkened studio for so long with no definable task was making you feel a bit stir crazy. You had cycled through all of the games on your phone and been scolded for spending too much time on TikTok. Even the book you kept stashed in the bottom of your tote bag was only able to occupy you for so long. 

Yoongi shrugs, half of a grin on his lips. “Dunno. You have an untrained ear, slightly less bias, maybe you’ll add something to the process...” he trails, sinfully pink tongue slipping out between his lips. “You’ve also got potential as a muse.” 

God. It’s painfully cliche but it makes your heart stop and your thighs clench. Suddenly you feel too hot in your shorts and sweatshirt. Jimin tuts. 

“Potential.” He makes a half hearted jab, knowing all three of you are lingering on the same string of memories from just a couple of weeks before. You push the thoughts away and find a spot back on the couch, suddenly conscious of how close you sit to Jimin on the small couch.

He shuffles just close enough that your knees touch in a reassuring way that sends cascading warmth down your spine. Your face is surely flushed but you do your best to pretend you’re unfazed, picking at the skin around your cuticles as Yoongi fiddles with the soundboard.

“Again.” Jimin’s foot taps into the plush carpet in time to the music, and you know you’re in for a long night.

The track runs on a seemingly unending loop, only punctuated by your bosses bickering about technical intricacies and which word choices would serve the song better.

Yoongi fiddles with a new beat and you whine, sagging into Jimin’s side. He welcomes you into him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne has your eyes fluttering. His jaw ticks and you have to bite back the groan of desire as you watch his muscles clench and unclench as he concentrates, fingertips tapping the new rhythm in time against the top of your thigh.

For a moment you wish you were drinking; dumbly wanting to feign needing help opening the soju bottle just to hear Jimin’s little coos of how delicate you are, to have Yoongi gently take back your hair to see your flushed face when he thinks you’ve had too much to drink. Your saliva suddenly feels too thick and your head spins with the barrage of lustful thought. Jimin’s hand feels as hot as lava on your thigh and the sight of Yoongi’s finger circling one of the little knobs with deft precision makes your stomach tumble. 

“I-are you guys hot?” Your voice is raspy as you spring up from the couch, resisting the urge to fan yourself with your hands. Embarrassingly, they both shake their heads and you catch sight of the thermostat set clearly to cool. Yoongi chuckles as he seems to look inside of your head at the neurons connecting as a flush of embarrassment crosses your face. 

“I’ll be right back,” the words are barely out before you leave the room, slipping into the hallway and all but sprinting to the bathroom. Your body feels both too hot and too cold at the same time, and under the harsh overhead light of the bathroom the dark circles under your eyes are prominent, your baby hairs sticking up in wild directions from your scalp. You bend over the sink, gripping onto the cold porcelain. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your words echo into the bowl of the sink but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about the potential of either of them hearing you over their music. You stand, glaring at the image of yourself in the mirror for a few seconds before you decide you have probably been hiding in here for a suspicious amount of time. Determined to find a way for them to let you go home, you barrel out of the bathroom and back into the hallway. 

“Hi,” Yoongi’s voice startles you, and his presence in the cramped space is even more alarming. In all the time you've known him, he's never been one to completely abandon his post while in the thick of the production process. 

“...Hi? Are you guys done?” A kernel of hope lights in your chest. If they’re done, you can make your escape to home and deal with the heavy pull of arousal in you core by yourself. Yoongi shakes his head no and raises his hands above him, stretching his arms and allowing your eyes to feast on a strip of creamy skin above his waistband. Your face reheats, tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips. He looks divine. 

Yoongi’s eyes follow your own, and a beautiful little smirk sprouts on his face. “Just came to use the bathroom.” His voice rumbles the same way it did when he dropped you off at your doorstep a few weeks ago with a sinful kiss and your knees quiver.

You nod stupidly, tripping over your own feet as you side step the door to allow him passage. He dips his head in a subtle nod and as he approaches and you can smell the musk of his cologne. Despite the step you took away he makes an effort to brush by you, one of his strong hands clasping gently around your own. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until he leaned in close enough that you could pick out his individual eyelashes. His thumb presses into the back of your hand, a firm reminder of the reality of the situation as his words slip into the air between you. 

“We’re both willing to take a break, if you could think of something else more...interesting to occupy us.” His canines sparkle in the light of the hall and you have the overcoming desire to feel them scrape against your neck. 

“B-both of you?” The question all but jumps from your mouth, a product of your disbelief of the last night they had made you feel this way, which you were still partly convinced was just a delusion of your drunkenness. Yoongi nods, strands of hair obscuring his heavy stare. 

“Yes.” He’s gone in a flash, the bathroom door shutting behind him. The thud reverberates through your body and you stand stunned in the hallway, body buzzing with anticipation. Jimin is waiting just beyond the wall, and the image of his legs spread wide on the couch just waiting for you and Yoongi to return springs into your mind. Desire drives your feet and before you know it you’re back in the dimly lit studio, palms sweating when you finally see him again. 

“You’re back.” His voice is cool and level, gaze fixed on you as you approached him. Suddenly emblazoned by the knowledge Yoongi had given you, you nod and edge closer to the couch. 

“Heard you’re looking to take a break?” Jimin’s eyes cloud with the realization of your words, seeing through the facade of your question easily. He swipes his plush bottom lip with his thumb and hums in affirmation. “If you’re willing to provide one?” His voice is thick with lust, sending butterflies through your stomach.

The subtle tilt of his head is all it takes for you to advance toward him, plopping yourself easily onto his thigh, facing the mess of the coffee table. His hands are immediately on your hips; fingers digging into the flesh with an addicting pinch of pain. Your hips rut at the contact, pushing into the muscle of his leg. The pressure sends a spike of arousal down your spine that makes you moan and Jimin responds by curling his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips feel like ice against your hot skin, and he uses the shock to gain control of your hips. 

There’s no use putting up a fight once he has you, manually rocking your core against his leg. Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his little pants of appreciation as your head rolls back against your shoulders. The fabric of your underwear is slick and pulling right against your clit, the layers of friction making you feel like you’re going crazy. Your nails dig into Jimin’s arms, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving. 

The door swings open and even though you know it’s Yoongi you gasp, whipping your head toward him. Your face flushes at being caught but Yoongi simply appraises you, eyes roving over your heaving chest and Jimin’s grip on your hips. The weight of Yoongi’s stare only makes you wetter, slicking the crotch of your cotton shorts a darker shade. Jimin chuckles and moves faster, allowing a consistent grind of pressure against your clit that makes tears edge your eyelids. 

You gasp, arms flailing outward hopelessly. In your scramble your arms clash into Yoongi’s form, scrabbling to hook into the fabric of his hoodie as your clit throbs and your climax approaches. Yoongi’s hands encircle your face, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and stooping down until you can feel his breath against your cheeks. 

“Pretty girl,” he flutters his thumb against your lashes until you open your eyes. “There you are.” His feline gaze turns your brain to liquid, enjoying the attention from Yoongi while Jimin gives you the release you’ve been waiting for. 

“P-please,” you struggle around the words, and don't have the energy to articulate your needs, but Jimin holds your hips still and bounces his leg, baring your pussy down against him directly. Unable to squirm away from the pleasure, a moan rips from your throat into Yoongi’s chest as you come, pitching forward as the pleasure curls your toes. Despite your exhaustion you continue to cant your hips against Jimin’s leg after you come until Yoongi tuts and pulls you up slightly, depriving you of the surface. 

“Look at the fucking mess you made of my pants, baby.” Jimin growls. Your face flushes in embarrassment but you can’t deny that the sight only turns you on more. Knowing that you were the one responsible for the mess on his sweatpants and the subsequent bulge makes your mouth water. On unstable legs you pull from Yoongi’s embrace and lean down over Jimin, giving your other boss a prime view of your ass in the ridden-up shorts doing little to preserve your modesty. His hands are on you immediately, tugging down the fabric of your shorts and panties as soon as you nod your approval. 

“Can I kiss you?” You relish the way Jimin’s cheeks sport a pretty blush at your question as he nods. A warm fuzzy feeling spreads through your chest as you connect your lips with his own, gently coaxing out the demon of a man you know lives inside- the one who pushed his cock down your throat in the backseat of his car the last time you went out together.  Yoongi’s deft fingers part your folds and you moan into the kiss which only spurs Jimin on. His tongue finds a home in the depths of your mouth at the same time that Yoongi spreads your asscheeks with his hands, humming at the sight of your bared pussy. He pauses all movements, making you twirl your hips impatiently, before releasing a glob of spit that runs hot over your pussy. You shiver, keening at the embarrassingly attractive action. He wastes no time running his fingers between your lips, circling your clit with your combined wetness until your knees go weak. Jimin bites your lip and disconnects the two of you, staring sinfully at the trail of saliva that connects you. 

“Yoongi gonna make you cum again?” The question is rhetoric, but you still nod furiously at the idea. Yoongi laughs heartily, clearly amused by the desperation. 

“Gonna do more than make you cum, baby.” Your head swivels back to catch a look at him sinking onto his knees, easily pushing the coffee table back so he has ample room to work. Your pussy flutters at the idea of him eating you out, a dream that had been plaguing you since you first heard him craft some of his most infamous lyrics. 

You're so enamored at the glassy look in his eyes that you almost miss Jimin asking to shed your sweatshirt. The fabric comes off easily, goosebumps arriving as the garment leaves you. Jimin groans as he’s presented with your tits, hanging perfectly in front of his face as you're bent over for Yoongi. 

Jimin captures one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging at the nub like a man starved. Yoongi dives into your pussy, licking a broad stripe all the way through your folds. His tongue splits your lips and explores every possible inch. 

“Oh god,” the sensation of them both working on you makes you feel lightheaded, in total disbelief of the way the night has gone. “F-feel so good.” You mewl as Yoongi licks tight circles around your clit, Jimin’s teeth scraping against the sensitive skin at the curve of your breast as his hand engulfs the other, pulling and pinching in all the right places. 

“I- can’t fucking, oh my god-” no words seem to do justice to the feeling of pure arousal slipping through you, and the lewd sounds of being devoured sends your mind into a perfectly numb lull. Jimin and Yoongi are everything, everywhere, moving in a sinful tandem of lips and teeth that you don’t think you will ever recover from. The bubbling heat in your stomach rises, aided by the slurps of Yoongi absolutely devouring you, his nose digging into you as he pushes his tongue as deep as possible into your hole. You can only imagine how wet his face will be when he pulls away; chin, cheeks and lips stained with the evidence of your arousal. 

Your legs wobble, knees shaking from the effort of keeping your body upright as your orgasm barrels toward you. Jimin scrapes the top row of his teeth across your nipple as you come, body trapped between two sources of unending pleasure. The short break between orgasms has made you dizzy, keening as Yoongi devours every drop you give him. Over sensitivity rushes in, and the men work faster than your blissed out brain can comprehend.

Once the ringing in your head stops, you can feel the delicate press of Yoongi’s lips against the backs of your thighs: Jimin’s cool fingertips soothing down the bites he created on your chest.

“Come on, pretty. Such a good girl. Come lay down.” Jimin’s hands pull you gently, easily back onto the couch where you had spent countless hours before. The cool leather feels amazing against your heated skin and you quickly resign yourself to pressing the entire front of your body into it, head propped on Jimin’s thigh. This close, there was no mistaking the heavy bulge in the front of his pants. Your fingers twitch, inching toward him.

Yoongi’s dark chuckle makes you pause, peering up to see him standing over you, a satisfied smirk on his face. Just as you’d imagined his chin is covered in a gleam that could only come from being buried deep in your pussy. Your hips twitch against the couch.

“You wanna suck Jimin’s cock? Will you let me sit and watch you make him come?” You nod dumbly against Jimin’s leg, not daring to take your eyes off of Yoongi as he maneuvers himself back into his trusty chair. He sits and makes no secret of palming at himself through his shorts as your mouth waters.

“Please?” You ask, as if they would ever be able to deny you anything. You can feel the sweat drying onto your body, and the heat reigniting in your stomach makes you restless. Wiggling your fingers playfully toward his cock, you fix Jimin with your best pleading stare.

“You know this cock belongs to you, baby. Take it.” Heat flushes your cheeks as you scramble for his waistband. Suddenly seized with an insatiable hunger to have your mouth filled to the brim. Jimin lifts his hips in aid, exposing inches of flawless skin before his cock springs to life, unbidden by any clothing. He takes the break to pull off his top, balling it up and throwing it directly into Yoongi’s face. The older man grumbles in good nature and swats the shirt away. Your hips push against the couch cushion as you reach for him, the weight and warmth of his impressive cock making your head spin. Jimin moans at your touch, encouraging you to pump your hand over him slowly.

He intakes a ragged breath as you speed up, impatient with yourself. “C’mon baby, take it.” He grinds out the words and you shiver, shuffling forward until you can comfortably lower your head over him, wrapping your lips around the tip. It had been only a few weeks since the last time you gave him head, but that didn’t make his length any easier to adjust to. Your eyes water at the intrusion as you push further down, wiggling your tongue against the underside. Jimin’s thighs twitch under your ministrations.

“You’re so fucking good at that, Y/N.”

Emboldened, you push more of him down your throat until you’re fighting against a gag, spit dripping down to the base of his cock. Unable to go further, your hand occupies the rest, pumping in time with the movement of your head. The mess of praise and the burn of Yoongi’s eyes on your body makes you moan around him.

Jimin’s hips immediately jump, pushing further into your mouth. Your eyes widen and tears push forward as Jimin takes full advantage of your mouth, your nails scrabbling at his thighs as you try to clear your mind.

“Shhh, baby. Look so pretty drooling and dumb on my cock. Our girl is so good, isn’t she Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice shakes, a giveaway of his impending orgasm.

“The best girl,” Yoongi’s voice is clipped, and even though your eyes are blurred with tears you’re sure he’s working his hand over his own cock. You moan again, using the vibration to your advantage as Jimin grips your hair, holding you in place.

Your lungs constrict as his whines reach a peak, cock twitching incessantly until he’s coming. You swallow with every spurt he gives you, the bitterness easy to dismiss in the heat of the moment. Jimin’s grip loosens just as the last ropes of his cum shoot out, streaking across your chin and lips. He grins, satisfied at the mess and your performance. His now free hand takes a handful of your ass, pinching it and landing a slap against the flesh.

“Open?” He asks almost sheepishly. You obey easily, putty in his hands as he inspects your mouth to be sure you swallowed everything he gave you. He hums happily at the sight, gathering up the stray bits of cum on your face with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You suck the pad of his thumb clean, eyes heavy with lust as you swirl your tongue around it. Jimin growls, ripping the appendage out to slap your ass a few times in quick succession.

The pain makes your spine curve with pleasure and you almost can’t believe how wet you are again, but Jimin’s fingers quickly dip into your pussy, cooing when he feels your slick coating his fingers. Your own mouth parts in a frustrated groan, annoyingly aware of how achingly empty you are.

“Please fuck me.” Your voice is raw and shaky, and you worry that maybe their inaction means they couldn’t hear you. Jimin’s hand stays steady against the swell of your ass while you wiggle your hips in frustration. Impatient tears well in your eyes as you watch Yoongi slowly remove his hand from his cock; the tip an angry red from all the time he spent playing with it while you sucked Jimin’s cock. It feels like years pass before he even gets up from the chair.

“You wanna get fucked?” His deep voice makes your heart do cartwheels in your stomach. Yoongi’s hand caresses the nape of your neck, lightly combing through the mussed strands there. You nod vigorously, attempting to sit up so that you can convey your need to him even more.

“Please Yoongi, please I’ll do-“ a sharp tug on your hair makes your brain short circuit, words dying in your mouth. Your breathing turns shallow, anticipatory when he uses his primal grip on you to pull your body upwards until you’re sitting up on the couch. From here you are afforded the full view of them both. Jimin’s chest is still heaving from coming, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that only makes his appear more surreal in the dim studio lights. Yoongi had shed both his shirt and bottoms, presumably while you were busy with Jimin. His cock bobs against his stomach, gleaming with precum as he moves. Your heart jumps at the proximity of Yoongi’s body, the way you can see the veins in the arm that holds your hair flex as he pulls your scalp harder. You keen, hips pushing against the air at the sprouting pain. Yoongi laughs, licking at his gleaming canines you want to feel buried deep in your shoulder blade.

His grip holds you still, obedient as your eyes dart wildly between them, hungry to see what their next move will be.

“Such a patient girl for us, right Yoongi?” Jimin’s velvet voice makes you want to cry out and beg for release again, but you bite your tongue so you don’t miss what he says.

“Hmm, very patient.” Yoongi appraises you, sitting at attention, nipples pebbled with your arousal. “Although I think she could stand to wait a bit longer.” Your eyes widen, surprised and momentarily terrified they were going to leave you in the dust.

“No no no no, please don’t!” You can’t stop the tinge of anxiety that spikes through you, the sudden concern that they no longer wanted you if they had each other. Not to mention the burning desire that you knew you wouldn’t be able to quell even with your most favorite vibrator. Hot tears let loose down your cheeks, dripping off of your chin in mere seconds.

“Hey, baby, stop,” Yoongi’s hand releases your hair to tap at your cheek, light enough that you blink through your tears to focus on him. He smiles in the sweet gentle way you’ve come to know means he’s sincere. You can feel Jimin’s calloused fingers brushing gently over your shoulders, curling into the tensed muscles as you ground yourself.

“Do we need to stop?” All of the air in the room gets sucked out with his words, all three of you frozen in time.

“No, no,” You puff out. “Don’t wanna stop.” You grasp his arm, fingernails digging into his milky flesh. “I j-just feel so empty.”

His cat like grin returns at your words, your tears receding into glossy begging eyes. “Oh, baby, you’ll be full of cock in no time. Can you sit pretty for just a few more moments?”

Curious as to why you need to wait, you watch Yoongi intently, but are somehow still shocked when he catches Jimin’s plush lips in an earnest kiss. The younger man sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s frame. The way their lips move together is mesmerizing, and you faintly remember watching them kiss once before, when you were admittedly drunk and thought maybe you were mistaking the passion between them.

Now you knew for sure what you were seeing, and that it was making fresh waves of arousal drip down your thigh. Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s cock, stroking him with playfully light touches you know are meant to drive him crazy. You can see everything from your seat on the couch, and their symphony of moans sends your hand right between your thighs. You rub your clit in time with Jimin’s tugs, making sure to keep the touch just as feather light as it seems to be for Yoongi.

As sensitive as you are, even the simple touch is making your mind go hazy, losing yourself in the moment and the feeling of your own hand. You moan, pressing down into the pressure of your hand: embarrassing close to coming again just from watching your bosses make out.

“I thought I asked you to sit pretty?” Yoongi’s voice is clipped and breathy at having just pulled Jimin’s hand off of him, but it still startles you enough that you rip your hand away feeling like you had been caught.

“I-I’m sorry, it was just,” you stumble on the words, face flushed as you decide on how much you should admit. Jimin raises an inquisitive eyebrow, his cock fluttering back to life.

“Hot?”

Your blush deepens but you nod, hair falling into your face. Yoongi seems less amused at your disobedience, but the dark look on his face only makes you want him inside of you more. You bite back the whimper growing in your throat and still, waiting for instruction.

Yoongi’s steps forward, easily crowding your vision until he’s all you can see. One hand grips your throat, lightly at first, then increasingly hard as he sees the delight in your eyes. The press of his hand over your throat is intoxicating, just the perfect amount of pressure that has your mouth hanging open absentmindedly. You feel good, knowing that you he was going to take care of you. Jimin’s deep groan at the sight reminds you that he’s there just moments before Yoongi breaks your distance and captures your lips in a kiss.

It’s nothing as gentle and sweet as the few you’d shared before. His teeth are immediately nipping into your bottom lip, tongue surging forward into your mouth without abandon. Spit slicks down your chin and over your cheeks and you moan at the feeling, Yoongi practically swallowing you up like you’re the last person on earth. Through it all he keeps control of you by the hand on your neck, only letting up when you’re gasping for air.

You feel oddly vacant without his hand on your throat, but you have a feeling it won’t be the end of your experience with it.

“Such a pretty, desperate little thing. Can’t wait to fill you up, fuck.” Yoongi’s eyes flutter at the thought and before you know it he’s moving you, pressing the length of your body down against the couch. You’re acutely aware that Jimin must have moved to the chair to make room for you, but all thoughts get wiped from your head as Yoongi looms over you.

Your legs part, unashamed for him to see just how wet you are. He grins, kneeling between them and fisting himself a few times.

“Please fuck me, Yoongi, wanna feel you inside.” The stream of consciousness barrels out of you, followed by a string of curses as he obeys and pushes the head of his cock into you. The stretch is intense despite your extreme arousal, but the loving hands caressing your stomach help morph the feeling into pure pleasure. When the clouds of pain start to clear you moan, high and loud, latching onto the cushions under you.

“You look so good split open on my cock.” Yoongi works his hips into a smooth rhythm immediately, eyes honed in on the sight of your pussy swallowing him up. The press of him inside of you is serendipitous, the perfect angle means he’s nudging against your gspot with every single push.

“Prettiest fucking girl, look at you taking cock so well again.” Jimin is suddenly beside you, hands groping your tits again. You keen, overwhelmed with the sensations as white hot pleasure burns through you. Yoongi speeds up, bracing his foot for more leverage on the perfect angle as he pounds into you.

“So f-full,” you gasp out, tears of pleasure running into your hairline. Your clit throbs for attention, the final thing you need to fall headfirst into that wonderful pleasure. You gasp and writhe, pushing your hips upward to meet his thrusts.

“If you don’t stop that I’m gonna come right inside of you.” The words are a warning but your pussy immediately reacts by gripping his cock tighter. A broken moan spills from his mouth and he growls.

“Wan’ it.” The words come out soft, strangled by the loud squelching of your pussy, but Jimin is close enough to hear. He turns toward you, smiling with the intensity of a million suns.

“You want him to come inside of you? Fill that pussy up and make you ours?” Jimin is sure to speak loud enough that Yoongi will hear, but the man drilling into you looks pointedly only at your face, awaiting his confirmation. You look between them both, shivering with need.

“Yes, wanna have Yoongi come in me,” you lick your lips, “please, and,” You pause as Yoongi swipes his finger across your clit after hearing your affirmation. The last bits of your sanity are about to be washed away with your orgasm, but you breathe through it.

“W-wait!” You yell, Yoongi stilling as well as he can so close to his orgasm.

“Want Jimin too.” You gasp, barely trusting your words. The man grins, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast.

“Of course, baby, I’m so fucking hard right now I can’t imagine not coming all over these pretty tits.”

Tears of frustration brim again, hormones going crazy.

“No, in me.” You whine, petulant at the idea of him not coming inside you tonight. Both of their eyes widen, staring at you like you had just unlocked the secret to eternal life. Yoongi’s thrusts return with vengeance, finger circling your clit deftly.

“Can’t get enough of it, huh? Such a little slut that just one man coming in you isn’t enough?” You nod as his cock twitches, moments away from your own blinding orgasm. Jimin’s lips are devouring your neck, seemingly emblazoned by your admission. It only takes a few more swipes of Yoongi’s nimble fingers before you come, back arching off of the couch like a woman possessed.

The sounds and curses that leave you are barely human and essentially decipherable as your body warms under the glow of an intense orgasm. When Yoongi finally comes, your pussy gripping him tightly so he doesn’t leave, he continues strumming at your clit until your nerves feel set on fire.

“Good girl, taking all my fucking come.” Yoongi praises you as he finally pulls out, watching his come slip out with him before he retreats to stand beside you. Your head is still in the clouds, mind numb from absolute pleasure as Yoongi pats your thighs so he can get out from between them.

Jimin brushes the sweat slicked strands of hair off of your forehead, leaning close enough to him that you can see his individual eyelashes.

“Still got it in you? Want another load?” Your stomach flips, pussy clenching at the idea and you nod so hard it makes your neck hurt. Yoongi shuffles up until he’s next to your head, obviously sleepy as he plops down onto the floor with a lazy grin. He kisses your cheek playfully as Jimin moves.

He wastes no time in assuming the same position Yoongi had just left. Pliant and fucked out, you give him an exhausted smile as you watch him line up and push into your entrance.

“Still so fucking tight even though you just got railed. So willing to have two cocks back to back.” Jimin’s voice burns through you, low and sexy in a way you rarely get to enjoy. His eyes twinkle as you nod, gasping at the length of his cock. He begins his onslaught even faster than Yoongi had, pushing through your walls with a blindingly perfect rhythm.

“F-Fuck me so well,” you slur, grasping for his arms as he drills into you. Jimin is gasping, clearly close to his own end as you start to feel the hazy warmth of an orgasm come on. Yoongi kisses you even more as your moans heighten, sure not to cover your mouth so that they get to hear every sound you can give them. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of me and Jimin’s come, so fucked out and dripping.”

Even without any attention to your clit his words have you just seconds away from coming, and you warn Jimin of this.

“Already gonna come without me even having to touch your little clit? So fucking wet and desperate that just my cock will do it?” Your head spins, eyes tipping back into your head. His hips stutter, faltering for just a second as your knees lock, pushing his cock even further into you until you’re coming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you scream your throat raw calling his name and begging for his come.

You can’t stop the tears that spill out of you even after you feel him empty into you, the weight of his body pressing into your own as he makes sure not to waste a drop. You pant together, chests rising and falling in time. The way your skin sticks together doesn’t even bother you right now, but Jimin moves just slightly and the cool air rushes in.

You mumble, still working on feeling like a human again.

“What’s that?” It’s Yoongi, who’s still sitting by your side, laying his head against Jimin’s toned bicep.

“Cold.” You try, voice absolutely wrecked. You poke at Jimin’s side. “Heavy, too. Move.” You wiggle beneath him and he sits up, giggling at your sudden attitude. He’s still lodged inside of you, his and Yoongi’s come slowly leaking out of you and onto the couch, but this somehow feels just as normal as your usual day at work. Another chill passes through your body and Yoongi tuts, striding order to the thermometer. You and Jimin both watch his naked form as he goes, cranking the number up so that the room gets hotter.

“Told you we keep it too cold in here,” he mutters to Jimin, who shrugs and looks down at the mess between your legs. You flush.

“Sorry about the couch.” Jimin laughs as he pulls out, clearly still a little aroused at the sight of come pouring out of you.

“Fuck the couch. It’s your spot anyway.” His fingers dance over your pussy and you whine, shaking your head and clamping your thighs shut.

“Too sensitive.” It’s simple, and he nods easily, slipping off of the couch. You lose sight of him for a second before he’s back, slipping your sweatshirt back over your head. The warmth instantly cures you, putting a satisfied smile on your face. Yoongi reappears from what you assume to be the bathroom with a damp towel, silently asking your permission before gently cleaning you up.

Your legs twitch and you have to physically bite back a moan when he runs the fabric over your clit, but you’re happy to be cleaned and have him help you into your shorts. He hands the towel off to Jimin as you sit up, pointedly looking away from the mess on the couch.

“Shit, forgot about that!” Yoongi springs forward, shirt halfway on. He leans over the coffee table and flicks off a switch, the recording equipment going dead. His face blanches as he looks over at you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t turn it off before we…” his hands wave uselessly in front of him. Jimin, at least dressed, looks equally mortified.

“We can delete it all! I promise, we won’t even listen to it again! I’ll do it right-“

Your laugh bubbles out of you and stops them both in their places.

“I don’t care, guys.” Their faces twist in confusion. Surely you wouldn’t want them to keep it? “You were stuck on the song anyway. Use it as the backtrack or something.” You shrug, taking supreme delight in the surprise on their faces.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jimin groans, appreciative, and you glow under their eyes. He immediately dashes over to the computer, locating and examining the file. Yoongi finishes redressing and even wipes off the couch before bundling you into his chair with him. His hands comb through your matted hair and examine the marks on your neck until he deems you to be okay.

“Thanks for the song inspiration.” He chuckles, mouth tucked against the nape of your neck.

“Happy to help. Let me know the next time you need some new ideas.” Despite your sleepiness the idea makes you squirm, to which Yoongi groans.

“I have a feeling we’ll be needing lots of new ideas. For a very long time.” Maybe you’re crazy, or cock hungry, but you swear you feel him twitch against your ass. “But for now you should probably go home.” You both watch Jimin as he fiddles with some instrumentals, layering them over the peaky audio the three of you recorded on the desktop before popping on his headphones.

Yoongi sighs. “You’re sleepy, and if you stay here any longer while we mix this you’re definitely not gonna be walking tomorrow.”

[seramilla]

Carmilla in human au probably gets Sera to spend a week just relaxing after she gets let go. She isn't oposed to Sera working of doing whatever and she knows that having something to do would help Sera feel better and after having everything in her life teach her she can't rely on anyone but herself having some money coming would make her feel better less dependent on something that isn't her. But she insists Sera wait a week before looking both to figure out what she wants to do she after all had spent her whole life trying to keep her head above water on sudden expense away from financial disaster. She always needed to go in no matter how sick she was because if she didn't than she and Emily didn't eat or she wouldn't be able to pay the rent if she misses a paycheck or even if it's smaller than normal. Carmilla gets her to just relax and take time to herself nothing bad will happen if Sera sleeps in for a few days they'll still have food and roof over their head.

In the last ask, I already had Carmilla get Sera a job at her company, so I'm still running with that. But Sera is getting a few weeks off while Carmilla is still working out the budget for it with the board. Sera is gonna be forced to get some R&R and doesn't like it!

Sera doesn't know what to do with herself now that she's been laid off. She's already resigned herself to the loss of her job, and not having to move her and Emily's things back into their dingy old apartment is a huge weight off her shoulders. Still, she can't help but find herself getting antsy at even a few days left to her own devices.

Carmilla still needs to work out the details of her employment with other leadership at her company. She had assured Sera it's a done deal...it's just the older white men who sit below her giving her a hard time about it. They don't have any say in the matter, but they are fighting her at every opportunity.

Carmilla had said it shouldn't take longer than a few weeks, tops, to get an office set up for her, add her job title to the human resources records, and negotiate the salary she deserves. Sera had volunteered to go to a temp hiring service until then...maybe she could get some odd job pushing papers somewhere. She doesn't like sitting at home doing nothing. Carmilla had said there is no need...Sera deserves to take some time off. Sera needs it, she'd insisted. Carmine Industries moves at the speed of sound sometimes, and Carmilla wants her to be rested and ready for it.

But Sera is stubborn. Carmilla should have known that. When she comes home that evening and catches Sera looking at online job boards on her cell phone, Carmilla wants to take the phone out of her girlfriend's hand and hide it from her. But she doesn't. That wouldn't solve anything. And Sera's not being this way on purpose...it's just her strong work ethic.

"Sera...Look. I know you don't know what to do with yourself when you're not busy, but when was the last time you took a day off?" Carmilla asks.

"The last time Emily was sent home from school sick, I had to take 3 days off in a row. I ended up catching it, too, and lost almost a week's pay!"

"That's not what I meant!" Carmilla says. She sits down on the couch beside Sera, who is already dressed in her pajamas and lounging on the plush sofa. Carmilla had gotten home late, so the girls are already in bed.

Sera has to move her feet for Carmilla to sit. Carmilla is tempted to rub her feet for her...but this thing between them is still new, and she isn't sure it's appropriate when they're trying to have a conversation. She just puts Sera's feet in her lap instead, hoping that she's not guilty of some kind of faux paux by doing so. Sera doesn't protest, so Carmilla continues.

"That doesn't count."

"How does that not count?" Sera asks, sounding a little frustrated.

"Because that wasn't time for you; you were both sick! When was the last time you just took the day off to sit at home and read a book? Go to the park? Hang out with your friends?"

"Ummm..." Sera honestly has to think about that for a minute. "...College?"

"How long ago was that?"

"Six...seven years ago? I've lost track."

Carmilla's eyes widen, and she can't help that her voice raises quite a bit. "You haven't taken a single day off from work since college?!"

"Yeah, and I never graduated, remember?" Sera reminds her. "I had to take care of Emily. I needed the money! I couldn't afford to not go to work!"

Carmilla realizes right then that her privilege is showing, on full display, like she's holding a neon sign above her head, flashing, "HYPOCRITE!" It's not like Carmilla isn't also a workaholic...coming home late tonight is proof that she also overexerts herself quite often.

But the difference is that if she really wants to, she can call out, for herself and the girls, for weeks at a time. She's never known the consequences of having to live paycheck to paycheck. Has absolutely no idea what that's like. She sighs.

"I'm sorry," Carmilla apologizes. "I should know better than to try and lecture you. It's not my place. But Sera..." She places her hand on Sera's leg, over the pajamas, squeezing her calf. She hopes it's a comforting gesture and not a weird one. "...It would make me happy if you took some time for yourself. You can even pull Emily out of school for a day or two if you want to spend some time with her."

"But Emily's attendance! "Sera starts, looking really worried at the suggestion. "Her attendance is perfect. She might lose her scholarship if she's absent too many times!"

"Not if it's a family emergency," Carmilla hints, giving Sera a wink. "I can cover for her. It's not a big deal."

"Why are you so kind to me?" Sera asks. Her question sounds almost forlorn, or...in disbelief. She doesn't even look at Carmilla when she asks it, her eyes averting down to the floor, so full of shame. "What did I...what did we...do to deserve it?"

Carmilla has done her best in this relationship to choose her words and actions carefully. Sera had said early on that she hasn't been serious with anyone for quite some time, so Carmilla has been slow to act upon her feelings. They've barely held hands up to this point. But for some reason, at that moment, as Sera's voice and expression both scream the question "Why?", she doesn't feel the need to hold back anymore.

She leans in, over Sera's sprawled form on the couch, and pulls her into a sitting position by the arm. Then, before Sera can protest, she lays a chaste kiss on Sera's cheek, actively holding herself back from planting one directly on her lips. She's not sure if Sera's ready for that yet...but she still feels the need to communicate exactly why she's doing all this for her.

Carmilla's hand lingers on Sera's cheek, cupping it tenderly.

"Because I love you, remember? And because you deserve it. Do I need any more reason than that?"

Carmilla needn't have worried about being too forward; as soon as Carmilla starts to pull away, Sera pulls her back in, kissing her girlfriend on the lips so deeply and longingly, it's only after several seconds, when both women are out of breath, that they pull away again. They qualify the significance of that moment with several more seconds of silence. Sera seems in disbelief that she's done that.

Carmilla's not really sure what to say. But eventually, Sera assures her, "I love you, too. I'm sorry...it's just going to take me a while to get used to this. To unlearn old habits."

Carmilla smiles. Leans in again, and takes Sera's lips against hers, not nervous that she's breaking a boundary this time. They are way past that now, charging full steam ahead on expressing this new type of intimacy, for once.

Then, with all the affection she can muster, Carmilla says, "You don't need to unlearn anything for me. There's nothing wrong with it. I just hope that with time, you can appreciate life more. I want that for you."

Sera wants that for herself, too. More than anything. She decides, tomorrow, she and Emily will go to the zoo. They'll make a day of it, like they haven't since...well, since ever. Sera thinks Emily will enjoy the surprise. Maybe Odette and Clara would like to go, too. If Carmilla can help her swing it with the school.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for ruining my shitty boss' reputation and potentially discouraging good teachers from working at a socioeconomically disadvantaged school?

(apologies, this is a long one)

Last year, I (24F - then 23) got a teaching job at the public high school I graduated from. I worked under a vice principal (late 30s/early 40s), who I will call VP. I was hired alongside three other first year teachers, but I was the only one who was an alumni of the school. As a former student at the high school, and as someone who lives in the area the high school services, I know that the area (and school) have a bad reputation that isn't deserved (it's mostly racism and prejudice imo). The teachers are very supportive and have a strong sense of community with the students, and generally work to provide opportunities for underprivileged kids. I wouldn't be where I am today without their support, and they were super happy to have me back as well and work with me in a professional capacity - and I was excited to do the same.

Now, my VP and principal had been working at that school site for the past few years - long after I graduated - so I don't have the same connection with them, nor they with me. VP initially offered me a temp position, then it got switched to a permanent position as the teacher whose position I took decided they're not coming back.

So I always felt that the VP was picking on me for some reason, but never really brought it up because I didn't want to seem like I was complaining at work as the newbie. He would do twice a week walk-in observations of my classroom, while the other first year teachers got walk-in observations twice every three months. He would also have meetings with me during my prep time 4 out of 5 days of the week - meaning I barely got any prep (once again, he would not do this with the other first year teachers). He also frequently forgot my name and would write me up for ridiculous reasons (he once wrote me up because a student farted in my class and I didn't reprimand the student! What the fuck do I say to that?!).

It got to the point where, even though I wasn't complaining to my coworkers, they noticed. Other teachers brought up how oddly and unfairly he was treating me, and even set up a meeting with our union representative on my behalf. At the meeting, I brought up these grievances, and VP downplayed them all and claimed any perceived slight was not intentional, and since most of the issues weren't in writing (except for the numerous write-ups) it was his word against mine. The meeting ended with us both apologizing to each other, and really nothing else happened. His weird treatment of me actually escalated after the union rep meeting; he once came into my classroom and yelled at me in front of my students for letting a student go to the bathroom, and also demanded I work outside of my contracted work hours (which I refused, and he made it clear he didn't like that).

Needless to say, all of the other teachers in my department and myself were all wondering why the fuck does he not like me, and we found out why recently. During one of his tirades late last school year, he told me (verbally - no written proof) that he didn't want to hire me and only did so because the other teachers on the hiring committee insisted upon it. He told me to thank my lucky stars that my position was the one that "happened" to become permanent. I told my coworkers, and one of them (whose wife works at the school district's HR department) informed me that shortly after I was hired VP was in a super long meeting with HR arguing over a new hire - which we now guess was likely me. It also came out that the two other first year teachers frequently go to bars with him and play golf.

Long story short, earlier this week he told me that he's firing me so that he can instead transfer in another teacher from a different site - one that, you guessed it, he goes to bars with and plays golf. This guy has a bad reputation in the district, though, for generally being a shitty guy and an even shittier teacher.

When the news broke to my department, it quickly spread to the rest of the school. A lot of the older, more established teachers at my school became really outraged, apparently complained to the union and the principal about it, union said they can't really do anything because nothing wrong was officially committed, principal stood behind VP's decision, yadda yadda, and a bunch of teachers have since made it clear they are also not returning next year. Resignation notices, sudden retirement declarations, requests to transfer to other schools in the district - you name it. A good 85% of the teachers at the school are leaving suddenly, including influential pillars of the school's community, people who have been there since the school was founded.

Here is the main WIBTA:

Last year, I was also working on getting a Master's degree in education, and I accomplished that. Yahoo, yay, etc. Due to the nature of my thesis and Master's program, I worked closely with a few professors of education, who - in turn - have a bunch of connections with various big-name people in the area. Also, over summer break, my thesis was good enough that they toured me around a bit, and I got to make acquaintances with other notable people with notable connections. Once again, in an effort to seem professional, I didn't complain or really reveal any of my lukewarm feelings about my boss, but now, as my professors continue to want to have me showboat my thesis around, they keep asking how my work is. I'm going to tell them that I'm no longer going to be working at that school (partially to be truthful, partially to ask them to be references) - but moreso, I'm thinking of telling them how shitty my boss was. If I do that, knowing them, they'll likely tell some of the many people they know, who will likely ruin this man's whole career. However, these professors also teach teacher credential classes and trainings, and I'm worried they might discourage future teachers from working at that school. I don't want to doom the students of this school to shitty teachers who don't support them all because of a shitty vice principal.

So, WIBTA for complaining about my shitty boss to some influential people I know and possibly discourage teachers from working at that school?

What are these acronyms?

[gabessquishytum]

Valentine's Day Prompt 😈

Chef!Hob has been hired to cook a Valentine's Day anniversary dinner for the Endless family - a Mr. M. Endless, Mrs. C. Endless and a young boy. Their home kitchen is fantastic; Hob will enjoy cooking in it.

Throple Option -- Hob wasn't prepared for Dream and Calliope to be so damn hot and flirty. The housekeeper let him in to prep, so Hob was working when Mrs. Endless, Calliope, came home in a slick white suit - all ultra high heels, dominatirx-coded straight skirt, practically non-existent tank with a tight jacket showing off her smoking body. Hob is not a homewrecker, anymore, but Calliope might temp a saint.

Then the equally hot, additionally hot 🥵, Mr. Endless (called me Dream) came home in an artist's kit (dancer athleisure/painter coverups) looking like an absolute snack, with their kid Orpheus (who was also just darling). Yeah, Hob was in trouble.

Then the family Endless came down for dinner, cleaned up, done up, in this sexy formal wear,,,,,,that just.....Hob was going to ruin dinner if they didn’t stop working, together, to seduce him. And from what they hinted at, Orpheus goes down for bed pretty early. 😳🔥😳🔥😳

Askdjfjshs, with 2 weeks to go, it certainly seems like a good time to talk about this.

I'm now completely obsessed with Dream and Calliope hiring Hob with the intention of seducing him for their valentines date. Instead of going to their cozy dining room full of expensive things and paying attention to each other, Dream and Calliope hang out in the kitchen with Hob! Standing there with their wine glasses in their sexy outfits, exchanging steamy glances, and asking Hob all kinds of questions (with barely concealed innuendo). Hob’s hands are shaking - he's lived quite a slutty little life so far but nothing like this has ever happened to him before!

Alas, dinner is ruined (Hob ends up whipping scrambled eggs at around 2am, he's determined to do his job and feed his clients even though they insisted on ravishing him first!) but neither Dream nor Calliope seem too upset. They're too busy taking turns with Hob’s mouth. And his arse. And playing with his tits. They're quite insatiable, actually.

But Hob doesn't feel used. He feels quite loved, actually. Adored, even? Not to mention that Dream and Calliope also bring him breakfast in bed (its just toast, but hey, Hob is quite glad that they can't cook since that's his area of expertise). Plus there are adorable cuddles with Orpheus - always a bonus.

When Hob gets a message about his next client, safe to say that he's thrilled to find himself back in Mr and Mrs Endless's kitchen... being kissed within an inch of his life by two very eager mouths. Hopefully he'll eventually get to feed them some actual food later, but for now? He's happy to feed them something else 😏

[lol-jackles]

Walker "The Quiet" review

The episode opens with Cordell and Geri happily bumping into walls while making out before Cordell leaves for work where he ends up bumping inside a runaway tractor trailer driven by a thief the rangers have been tracking for weeks.  James and Trey are also in the trailer though they're only there because Cordell had jumped into the moving trailer, which he claims was inspired by Trey's first case.  Trey doesn't want credit for Cordell's latest impulsive antic, but it all ends well when Cordell does a homerun slide into the baddie's face and just like that, we’re off to a good start.

5 months have passed to explain August’s growth spurt during the real world’s Hollywood strike that delayed Walker’s return by 11 months.  August now looks like a younger clone of the actor that played Sam Winchester’s adult son in the Supernatural finale, which means he has to be hired for the Supernatural revival as young Dean Winchester II. 

The Walker clan pus Geri and Ben are planning Cordell’s birthday with a party bus to a steak eating contest.  That of course gets jettisoned when Cassie Perez, a temp with the FBI, arrives at Ranger HQ to recruit Cordell, James , and Trey s help to help the FBI nab drug operatives.  August suggested moving the steak eating contest to the Walker ranch and just like that, birthday party back on.

But first, Cassie gifts Cordell a pair of alligator cowboy boots that I'm sure she clobbered the alligator herself during her 5-month stint in Florida, and brings Cordell back to Walker ranch for a surprise birthday lunch.   August yeets out of the birthday party early to go to high school senior parties, much to Cordell disappointment who then sneaks away from his own birthday party to look over the latest development of the serial killer Jackal case with Trey.  Hey, like father like son!   

Cordell and Trey gets busted by James' wife Kelly who immediately recognizes the killer's calling card, a set of jackal teeth.  She is upset to learn that the Jackal re-emerged during her re-wedding to James and demands Cordell and Trey to not tell James who is still haunted by the unsolved case.  Speaking of being haunted by the past, Stella and Liam commiserate over being forced to take another human life; Liam killing Clint when he invaded the ranch, Stella killing Witt when he invaded Geri’s house.  Liam assures Stella she will be fine with time. We learn that Witt initially survived the gunshot wound and escaped the house, only to die 2 miles away on the roadside.  The police consider the case closed, but we know it's unsolved as we never found out why he broke into Geri's house.

After a very busy day of taking down thieves, drug dealers, and a steak eating contest, it comes to a screeching halt into “the quiet”. Cordell and Geri spend some quiet quality time and Cordell admits fearing “the quiet” with a daughter at college living away from home and August looking forward to flying the coop.

Trey arrives to update Cordell on the Jackal case and asked him if it was really that bad when James worked on the case.  Flashback showing an unhinged James obsessing over the case, avoiding his family and to the horror of his wife, physically taking out his frustration on Cordell (third time we see Cordell being bumped against walls).  Trey asked if it was the depravity that got to James.  No, Cordell says, it was "the quiet" when the Jackal eluded James.

Besides the normal empty-nest angst by parents, Cordell is also a military veteran who operates at a different level than everyone else.  Veterans’ lows are civilians’ highs so veterans get bored very quickly and seek high risk hobbies or jobs.  Cordell’s job as a Texas Ranger helped fulfill that high risk need and serves as a distraction until a new reality threatens to bring back “the quiet” resulting from absences: his wife’s death and now his children leaving the nest.  Both Cordell and James hated “the quiet '' and Cordell vowed to catch the Jackel before “the quiet” comes back for James again.

Speculation #1: The Jackal heard about the James wedding and wants to mess with James by killing again. 

Side note: Cordell and Cassie discussing the Hawkshadow reboot sounds like the Walker Texas Ranger reboot i.e. "more grounded and focus on the family". I really need Cassie and Cordell to go undercover in a Hawkshadow convention.

My score: 8 out of 10, a solid start to the season with the quiet before the storm.

[tryingtograspctrl]

ANYTHING YOU WANT: AVA COLEMAN X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - Yet another sub is hired to fill in for Janine, Ava think she wants this one to stay for a while...

Finding and keeping a good substitute was harder than Ava thought it would be, either they're under qualified, just as immature as the children or they can't handle the class and give up after a week.

She came across your application and not only were you drop dead gorgeous but your resume was impressive too, you graduated at the top of your class and did a bunch of volunteer work around the community. You also subbed for pretty much every school within the district and your reviews were nothing but good.

"Hey where the hell is Mr. Johnson? This is the third time the bathroom has flooded this week, my kids can't even pee without feeling like they’re on the titanic." Melissa poked her head into Ava's office.

"He's on vacation, said something bout the stress of the job making him grow grays. I don't know where he got that from, the man ain't had hair since Roosevelt was in office." Ava rolled her eyes.

"Well we need someone on the job. Can't you call a temp until he gets back?" Melissa crossed her arms.

"I'm on it." Ava nodded.

"Hey where you headed so fast?" Melissa looked above her glasses at Gregory.

"To find a bathroom where there isn't water up to my ankles, hi." He rushed out the door hurriedly letting you inside.

"I'm looking for an Ava Coleman." You looked at the redhead.

"That's me, you must be y/n?" She looked you up and down.

"In the flesh." You winked noticing her checking you out.

"Come on let me show you to your classroom." She cleared her throat leading the way.

“This is you, just buzz me if you have any trouble.” Ava opened the door to the classroom.

Time skip

Half the day had gone by already and not one buzz sounded in Ava’s office from your classroom. She didn’t know whether to be grateful or anxious, she just hoped she didn’t have to hire yet another sub for the week.

“Hey go check on the sub for Janine’s class, keep an eye on how she’s doing.” Ava looked up at her secretary.

“I have work to do, why can’t you do it?” The woman huffed in annoyance.

“Because i have work to do too, bigger work, more important work, i’m principle! Now go before i fire you again.” Ava picked up her pen and fiddled with the paper on her desk as if she was actually about to do something.

“God help me.” The woman sighed.

“That’s the one to call on, amen.” Barbara spoke from the entrance.

You were halfway through your lesson plan when you noticed the kids began to lose focus.

Your eyes followed the direction they were looking in and you saw a woman peeping through the small window on the door.

“Um excuse me ma’am may i help you? You’re kind of interrupting the lesson.” You face scrunched up in confusion.

“Just doing my job, i was told to come observe.” The lady spoke flatly.

You could tell she didn’t wanna do it as much as you didn’t want her to.

“By who?” You frowned.

“Ava.” She responded.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, if she wanted to know how class was going why couldn’t she just come see herself.

“Hey kids, i’m gonna step out for a moment but Miss…”

“Allen.”

“Miss Allen is gonna keep an eye on you, don’t give her any trouble ok? I’ll only be gone a few minutes.” You looked at the children.

“Yes miss y/n.” The students responded in unison.

You power walked to the front office, the sound of your heels bouncing off the walls of the empty hall.

“Miss coleman can we talk? In private.” You looked between her and another teacher.

“Sure.” She nodded signaling for the teacher to leave.

You closed the door behind her and placed your hands on your hips.

“If you wanted to see how class is going you could’ve just came and had a look yourself you know.” You spoke in amusement.

“I would have but i’ve been very busy filling out paper work.” She held up a stack.

“Those are blank.” You bit your lip suppressing a laugh.

“What’s the real reason you wouldn’t come to the classroom yourself?” You looked at her skepticallly.

She avoided your eyes, picking at her nails.

“You’re hot ok!” She blurted out.

You smirked at her confession crossing your arms.

“I know i couldn’t resist hitting on you and i’m trying not to mix business with pleasure anymore. It just gets me into trouble.” She huffed.

“Listen Miss Coleman why don’t you just come and observe tomorrow, i’m sure you can handle yourself for just one day right?” You placed both hands on her desk leaning in.

Her eyes darted down to your chest, your breasts slightly spilling over the top of your form fitting dress.

“And who says i don’t like a little trouble?” You tilted her chin.

She clenched her thighs together looking up at you through hooded lids.

“See you tomorrow Miss coleman.” Your lips ghosted over her ear.

You walked out of her office making sure to throw a little extra swing in your hips, knowing her eyes were burning holes into your back.

Part two: here

[chibikinesis]

Things are really coming to a head at work and I think the dam is gonna break soon. Not just with me, either, but yesterday was almost the straw that broke the camel's back. Our regional auditor was on my ass about filling out production logs, and I was honest with her - I do what I can when we have time, but I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. If I'm not getting yelled at about the book and temps not being filled out, I'm getting yelled at for not doing enough production, and that we've been running ragged since goddamn covid. I know she didn't like that I wasn't receptive in the way she expected, but I'm not the first employee to tell her that. They've admitted, themselves, in an email that was printed and hung for us to read that not only do we have "staffing issues", but also that they've been putting on some "aggressive promotions", and they're not happy that our quality is starting to falter. What the fuck do you expect when you spread your staff so thin for literal years and refuse to hire adequate help??? Zero accountability.

But what really set me off is that after this exchange, my manager came back in and asked if I had a necklace on. I told her I did, and she told me that the auditor wrote her up for it. I was livid. "You mean my dead dad's fucking ashes?!" She didn't have the balls to say it to my face, she just got petty because she didn't like my tone and my honesty. I cried off and on for a couple of hours. I almost walked out, and honestly, I can't fathom why I haven't left that shit hole yet. I just hate big changes like that, even when I know something is toxic as hell, and not good for me.

That being said, one other local job that I've been considering off and on for a while popped up on my Facebook feed today - a cleaning agency, hiring for part time - afternoon and evening shifts. Weekends and major holidays off. And I'd start out making just ten fucking cents less per hour there as I do after more than a decade with my current employer. I just wish something would slap me in the face with a hint to go for it.

I want to start doing more art shows and cons and selling my art - and most of that happens on weekends. Weekends that are really hard to get off at my current place of employment. I feel like the job itself would be much less stressful, too. And there's a $500 sign on bonus (with stipulations of course lol).

I know I need to make a change soon, and I'm mostly just shouting into the void about all this, but just... I need to vent somewhere 😮‍💨

[brazenautomaton]

Ideally I don't think unions would exist. Moreover, I don't see how they could exist without being imposed on people by (usually state) force. They get all their special negotiating power from "do what we want or else we'll call the state to intervene on our behalf"; if you're negotiating with people and they offer a shit deal that you find unacceptable then, absent some form of coercion, you just go elsewhere and find someone else willing to take your terms. If there are too few workers for the employers to just find replacements for one who want too much, then congratulations! The workers don't need ("need") a union, they can just dictate their own terms as they see fit.

the way they can exist without state force is "unions are where you go to get high-quality workers." no state coercion is necessary! you are free to employ non-union labor, if you're okay with getting the kinds of dipshits that no union wants to bother with.

this requires different unions to be able to compete. competition pressures would force the union to balance "provide benefits for its members" (else nobody joins) and "don't strip-mine the job" (else employers won't contract them

like we have agencies, both temp agencies and talent agencies, how about we try something like that for the whole band of prestige jobs between. the cost of hiring bad employees is fucking huge, the amount of deadweight loss companies are taking on in an attempt to screen out bad employees is huge and inefficient, plus it doesn't work, so the companies are losing money hand over fist AND it's impossible to find a job.

if we were to have some sort of setup where different organizations could say "Oh, we're all the non-shitty workers, we'll do your job, but we know what we're worth and you'd better pay it." workers who aren't terrible are worth way more! the workers know what they're worth and are able to leverage that, the employer gets workers who aren't terrible instead of pissing all that money away, the union doesn't want to let shitty workers in because it will lose its reputation and customers and said reputation is how it gets the most money -- seems like everyone wins except for the idiots who serve as black holes in every workplace! but we can't have this if only one union maximum is allowed, and the idea of unions is some kind of moral stand for solidarity with a class of people instead of "this is how we're able to look out for our own best interests."

[justarandomsixfan]

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FLIPPING FECK!?

RIGHT. A: THEY BOTH DEBUT THE DAY AFTER THEY'RE ANNOUNCED!!?? B: HOW IN GODS FECKING NAME DOES HANNA'S COSTUME FIT HER AFTER FOUR YEARS C: WHAT'S DANI GONNA DO FAE SEYMOUR? D: JUST HIRE A TEMP SEYMUR FOR FECK SAKE Thus ends my rant x

[princess-of-the-corner]

Mildly Salty Season 6 AU:

Marinette: "What are YOU doing, showing your face here?!?"

Chloe: "The woman who gave birth to me didn't have a pilot's license, she just fired her pilot and wasn't able to find a new one. On the plus side, I survived! On the downside, the only living relative is the father who traded me away to her in order to get custody of Zoe. Speaking of, I just learned that is VERY illegal, and enough of my mother's property defaulted to me after her death for me to hire a REALLY good lawyer. In short, I own this hotel, and Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Bustier are all wanted as accessories to terrorism! Of course, after I aired all of father dear's dirty laundry, the odds of him getting reelected are now about as close to zero as one can get. Monarch's reanimated corpse would have better chance of winning."

Marinette: "... What's this about Ladybug and Chat Noir being wanted fugitives?"

Chloe: "Turns out that teaming up with a terrorist to drive an elected official out of office and appoint a dictator in his place is EXTREMELY illegal! As in, there are talks about bringing back the death penalty JUST to deal with those three levels of illegal. The feds were never able to track down Monarch because he rarely ever showed his face, but Bustier's been awaiting trial for weeks, and Ladybug and Chat Noir are VERY hard to miss!"

Marinette: "..."

Chloe: "I talked the feds down from going after the temp heroes, seeing how most of them were chosen BEFORE the whole 'Ladybug and Chat Noir teamed up with a terrorist' thing, BUT I don't think they'll be as lenient with the so-called heroes who turned on the very people they were supposed to protect. Part of the reason they demolished their statue to make room for Gabriel's memorial is because he, unlike them, never tried to overthrow the government! Not even after being Akumatized."

Marinette: *sweating*

Chloe: "Why are YOU so nervous, Dupain-Cheng! It's not like you're the despised traitor who sold out her nation's capital city over a petty grudge!"

Little salty with the death stuff HOWEVER

Yeah like????

Tbh, even if you want to argue that running the mayor out of office was a /good/ decision, the fact that LB and CN were willing to team up with the local supervillain terrorist because they think the mayor's daughter is kind of a bitch says a LOT about their potential morality and I would be terrified of having them out there in power even if they're typically helpful.

[ishomoogoo]

Just so the Ontario ppl know, the LCBO stores are on strike. I just wanted to use this space to explain why. My brother works there and has given me the deets, and I already know the radio stations are getting the reasons for the strike wrong/ are being assholes about it.

YES. Doug Ford's decision to let convenience stores sell liquor is PART of the reason.

NO. It's not the only reason, and not JUST about job security.

There were a LOT of reasons for this strike, and if Doug Ford walked back on his decision, it likely still would have happened.

Let's start with the Doug Ford reason.

Yes, this could take away a lot of GOVERNMENT union jobs away. Including all those people's good benefits. You know what it would also take away? Money that goes back into the community.

LCBO is government run, which means non-profit. All the profit gets pumped back into the community via infrastructure, schools, and healthcare. And Ford WANTS to take that away.

I don't know about you, but I work in construction, and that money helps to pay my bills too.

Now, let's talk the other reason.

Benefits. They're fighting for better benefits for casual workers, which is below part-time workers on the seniority list.

It is also the main workforce in all stores. That person checking you at the till? Casual. Item stocker? Casual. That person helping you with your selection? Casual.

My brother? Casual. He's been working with them for years, and only this last holiday season got promoted from a temp. He's autistic, and this is the happiest he's been since joining the workforce. He NEEDS this job and their benefits.

And this strike could get him that.

They rarely promote to full time, and the only part timer in his location is a NEPOTISM hire.

This strike was going to happen no matter what, and all I can do is beg you to respect it.

I understand that people like their booze and use it to help them relax after a stressful day. But PLEASE this about why this is happening and direct your anger at the correct people.