#this is an hr violation out the ass

[turgidscum]

haha i do not feel safe. i'm lucky i'm stealth.

[savage-rhi]

🤣🖕🏼

[badkarma1998]

People who amoke inside the shelters or on the benches at bus stops: I hate you

People who smoke while walking: I hate you

[emolionsrawr]

gerrard: buckley, what in the devils name are you doing?

buck, with a clipboard in hand: well, gerrard, i was going over everything in the firehouse and i noticed some things

gerrard: what is it buckley?

buck: well, you sir are in violation of the sexual orientation, gender identity or gender expression discrimination act, over the past week i've noticed you refer to henretta wilson with slurs, very offensive slurs, as well as myself, due to this myself and mrs wilson have made note of each time you've done this, and reported it to our head HR representative, this here *hands gerrard a piece of paper* is a letter from the chief, requesting your presence for a meeting about your retirement

gerrard: you fucking fa-

bobby: i'd be careful if i was you gerrard, and get out of MY firehouse

gerrard: *screws up the paper and leaves*

chimney: see i told you all we needed to do was set clipboard buck on his ass

hen: look i know i'm a lesbian, but buck has never looked so good before

buck: i am the defender of lesbians!!

[erelavent]

George William Russell dropping the fact that he committed a weird ass HR violation by sleeping over at Toto's house and then having sneak out of the house the morning after like the other woman before Lewis showed up to break the news about going to Ferrari is insane. More insane is Toto calling George up after the convo to relay the tea like WHAT????? These men gossip like middle school mean girls.

[grabattheseballsss]

Ass or tits post but they barely answer the question

NSFW text !!!

Btw if yawll have any headcannon ideas do send them in pls !!! Smooches !!

John price

this is absurd, to think you would ask him such a disrespectful question, I mean if you weren’t dating this is a huge HR violation, plus he won’t just pick like you’re some object he gets to use to his pleasure (thighs and fupas)

Simon Riley

Ass…. No wait he likes tits

Actually he likes ass… but maybe more so the thighs… nah nah it’s just ass … actually here, go wear these outfits and come back to me, I need to make my mind up for sure, you know, for research purposes.

John McTavish

Couldn’t choose, had to go run a few laps to clear his brain

Came back and just held your shoulders and said

“Yes”

You’d be confused and ask him the question again and he’d just look at you with sad eyes and whimper out

“Please don’t make me chose”

Kyle Garrick

Tits, absolutely tits, this man has a thing for milfs, my darlings with big or small tits, if he sees you in a blouse or a tank top that shows your cleavage, he’s running the nearest bathroom to relieve himself.

You had to go undercover on a mission once, having to dress up as a server at a strip club, you needed to have ears on the inside, and he had to save all the footage he was watching… for safety purposes of course, what if he didn’t notice a very illegal bad thing happen to you on his 89th rewatch ?!

Rodolfo parra

Tits, but also into necks, he also loves your back, and the curve of your hips, and how your rolls show when he has you in a weird position, and he loves watching you change or slip into your everyday clothes, how some tights fabrics tug at your pretty plush skin, he loves it when you lay your feet on his lap, silently asking him to rub them for you, watching you stretch, watching you walk, how you interact with others …

Wait sorry what was the question ?

Alejandro Vargas

This whore…. Ass.

He’d slap your ass ever time you’re walking by, if you’re leaning on a counter, on your phone, he would stand behind you and slap your ass bongos, laughing and kissing your temple as you try to smack him.

If he sees you sleeping on your side he will crawl lower and cuddle your ass, it’s just such a nice cushion  :(

One time the team all went out for drinks after a successful mission, and you changed into a white tank top, low cut bell bottom jeans and Rudy handed you a cowboy hat as a joke, but all Alejandro could think about is which bathroom is the closest for him to take you.

Also steals your panties after every quickie

Valeria

See….. here’s the thing, Valeria loves one thing, and that thing is seeing you all submissive and ready for her to take, she loves sitting in a meeting with some dealers, her legs spread, you by her feet, hugging onto the lower part of her legs, humping on her dirty boot, your tits pressed against her knee as your clothed pussy rubs in messy motions as you try to get some sort of release, she loves holding a gun to your head, asking you to only make eye contact with her, in a room filled with judging eyes.

She needs everyone to know what’s hers, and what would happen if they even dared to speak of what’s hers.

König

Listen, I see könig as a little weirdo, a lil freaky boy. When he’s infatuated with someone, he won’t be able to find a single flaw in them, seeing your skirt riding up at bit too high that shows your ass that’s covered in opaque stockings, and if there’s a little rip in those stockings, even if the rip is like, down near your ankle, he’s gonna pop a boner.

If you’re a fashion girly that likes to show their body off oh baby he’s buying you anything you want if you just give him a show, tops that barely hide your nipples, about 90% of your tits out on display, one slip and you’ll be flashing him.

Seeing you in his clothes, seeing his hoodie bunched up around around waist as you hold it up a bit, fixing your pants, oh he’s going to jump that hoodie later.

Horangi

Tits, or so he thought, he’s always found your chest gorgeous, what he wouldn’t give to be able to suck on your nipples day and night, that is until you were sparring one time, you had him in a chokehold… with your thoughts pressed against his neck, his head resting on your lap as you look down at him, animalistic fire in them as you grin down at him, all he could think about was how your eyes gazed down on his, how the pressure of your thick thighs pressed against his neck felt like heaven, like the pain in his neck was cured (it wasn’t)

After the sparring match he just had to collect his thoughts, he needed you to be on top of him, preferably with your crotch right on top of his face with your soft sweaty thighs caging him in .

Laswell

This lady……… she’s the hard dom price wishes he was.

She’s so calm and collected on the outside, at her work everyone sees her as this no nonsense lady who refuses to listen to some old fart tell her what she can and can’t do, she’ll always do what’s right

And so when her pretty girl, in a gorgeous dress she got for you, comes to her job, holding a tiny bag filled with her lunch, hair done, makeup looking flawless, and a bright smile that makes her coworkers envy her.

She loves her sweet girl that’s too innocent to notice how promiscuous she looks in that form fitting dress, how her tits press together when she hands her the bag, Kate would simply thank you, kissing you briefly before giving your bum a smack as she tells you to get back home and get ready for her tonight

What? The woman is stressed at work and her girl comes in looking like a goddess in a tight dress, plus it’s not like any of her coworkers blame her.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Meeting Dean In Prison

Pairing: Prisoner!Dean x guard!reader

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“Hi,” said prisoner 83907. You paid him no attention, the man with the cocky smiling offering a wink in your direction. You knew his type. A bastard behind his smirk. “Hello guard…52119608. That’s too long. How about sweetheart instead?”

“How about silence is golden, prisoner. The warden will be here soon.”

“I didn’t know they had women guards in a mens prison.”

“I work in the offices hence why I’m watching you. If you’d prefer one of the men to come in, be my guest. They might kick your ass after I’m finished but let’s go get one of you-“

“No. No, I’ll be on my best behavior.” He sat back in the chair, holding his cuffed hands in his lap. “You think the warden’s gonna throw me in solitary?”

“Depends on what you did. Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”

“Yeah but I might not have the chance to talk to anyone for awhile so I might as well while I can.” You sighed, the man shrugging. “I decked a guard.”

“Yeah, you’re getting solitary.”

“I had a good reason.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“He was feeling up some chick. Red head.” You instantly thought of Kelly in HR. She’d gone home sick all of a sudden, pretty shaken up. You looked at the door and figured you had some time alone still. 

“Tell me everything that happened. Now.”

Two Days Later

“Mr. Winchester,” you said. He lifted his head up from where he sat in the interview room. “Or do you prefer Dean?”

“Dean is good. What’s going on, sweetheart? I went from solitary to being told I’m out on early parole this afternoon.”

“We were able to verify the story you relayed to me. The parole board was already reviewing your case and your selflessness in protecting one of our staff swayed them into releasing you early.”

“Someone must have been in my corner. Not often a prisoner’s word is listened to,” he said. You leaned against the door frame, Dean’s smile soft now. “I wonder who vouched for me.”

“Kelly’s my friend. And that particular guard is an ass. So thank you.”

“You looked up my wrap sheet, didn’t you.”

“You stole a car to get your injured little brother to a hospital. You’re not exactly evil incarnate, Dean.”

“Yeah but I’m known to steal a heart or two. Might have to lock me up for that,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he offered you a coy smirk. “What do I owe you?”

“Stay out of trouble for me Dean.”

“Only the bad kind,” he said. “Scout’s honor.”

Six Months Later

“Get off! Jerk!” you shouted, turning and punching the man trying to steal your purse from behind you. You kneed him in the groin and he dropped, giving you enough time to get behind him and pin his wrists together. He reared his head and threw you off but a quick punch from someone else put him back on the ground.

“You okay?” said a familiar voice. Your head snapped up, the man shaking out his wrist, staring blankly. “My prison guardian angel?”

“Name’s Y/N,” you said, righting yourself, the man groaning on the ground. “Move and I’ll shoot you.”

Dean flagged down a cop car that drove past, the man quickly gone and leaving the two of you on the sidewalk. 

“Isn’t getting drunk a violation of your parole?” you asked. He smirked and held up his chin.

“I was pardoned two months ago by the state. Funny considering I never submitted an application.”

“You must be lucky,” you said with a nod. “You look good. Got a job?”

“Bar tend under the table right over there. Going to school right now. I probably shouldn’t have told you about the under the table thing.”

“Eh. I like you Winchester. You’re good,” you teased. He grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets. “What?”

“You’re not a prison guard anymore are you.”

“What gave it away?”

“You have flour in your hair.” You threw your head back and groaned. “You work in one of the restaurants around here?”

“Maybe,” you said, taking a step past him. “You want to buy me a drink?”

“Told you I’m good at stealing hearts sweetheart.” He grinned and you walked past him, heading for the bar. 

“It’s one drink. It’s a ‘you owe me’ drink in fact. No stolen hearts here,” you said. He caught up with you at the door and leaned in close, nearly brushing his lips over yours.

“No stolen heart. Yet.”

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[oceisastar]

Skott x male reader with belly bulge? Imagine a reader that is much taller than him and larger in size, I want to see how Skott accepts the reader while he lightly presses on the resulting bulge 🤤

MDNI (male!reader x skott; skott is an IPC employee & reader is his superior, skott is drunk and mouthy, petplay, spanking, minor belly bulge, mention of breeding, very brief feminization ("cunt"), brief moment where skott says "no" but not seriously, they have a safe move and he does not use it)

do not repost / translate / re-use my work in any shape or form. this is strictly for entertainment purposes/fiction and is not intended to support or endorse these power dynamics irl!

*** Skott is quite the pain in your ass. Insolent, two-timing, and a whiny brat at that.

Still, he has his redeeming perks. you first noticed him when Caelus made him get on his knees and bark in front of everyone at Aurum Alley.

That certainly caught your attention. He’s rather cute, even though he makes your life a living headache. His loyalty to the IPC is never in question, though his methods are often crass.

You remember having to bail him out when he got caught with a bunch of IPC mechs at the Xianzhou Luofu docks. He was making all sorts of fuss at first—until you helped him get out of being thrown in prison for suspicious cargo counts.

He tried to explain, stutter and justify until finally he mumbled out a, “Thank you,” bright red with embarrassment.

It was nice, to see him so obedient. like a dog.

One night, Skott approaches you, obviously drunk. “You… hey! Yeah, you!”

You incline your head. This is certainly not the way an IPC employee speaks to his superior.

“You think you’re so much better than the rest of us, ‘cause you’re so big and smart and hot and… hot!” He jabs a finger in your direction.

You catch his wrist, lifting his arm up.

“I would watch your tone, Skott. Someone else might misconstrue this as you trying to come onto me. And that would be an HR violation, wouldn’t it?”

Skott’s cheeks go bright red. “You’re insane! You have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m just pointing out how unfair it is that you’re getting preferential treatment.”

“Am I?" You tower over him, your shadow looming over him. "I would call it observant. I see how you look at me, Skott.”

His eyes go wide. "What are you talking about?"

“I even caught you sniffing one of my jackets the other day. But I let it go, because I’m a kind man who cares about my subordinates.”

Skott looks like he wants to melt into the earth.

“I know what you get up to, Skott.” You press your lips to the shell of his ear. “Nothing you do gets by me.”

He shudders, letting out a broken whine in response.

“I—that wasn’t me. It was a-someone else.”

“Was it?" Your fingers skirt his collarbone, tugging at the chain around his neck. "I distinctly remember seeing your dog tag when I was walking away.”

To your surprise, Skott shifts, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants. You smile licentiously.

“Skott… don’t you know it’s bad to lie to your superiors?”

Your hand slides down to grab at his waist. It’s so small, fitting perfectly against the curve of your palm.

“N-now, wait a minute! What do you think you’re—”

“I think you deserve to be punished.” Your hand slides down to knead at his ass. He jolts forward, chest pressing up against the broad planes of your chest.

"P-punished?! Now you're just talking nons--ah!" he moans unintentionally, turning bright red as he squirms.

"You stole my jacket. That's IPC property. And we don't take lightly to theft."

“It... just happened. I—I didn’t mean to.” He says miserably, looking into your eyes. His eyes are watery, wide and repentant.

“I know you didn’t. You just need someone to teach you better. To show you how to take it like a good boy. Or should I say, a good dog?” You smile at him.

His cock strains against his pants, now unmistakably visible.

“What do you say, Skott? Are you in the mood for some training?”

There’s a long silence before he swallows, cheeks blushing.

“Yes… sir. Please punish me.”

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Skott is on all fours, ass up in the air as he yelps, your hand coming down swiftly to smack him over and over.

“T-thirty one… thirty… ah!”

“Ah, ah, Skott. You lost count. Such a bad boy.”

“D-don’t make me do it again, please! This is the… third time!” He hiccups. He’s nearly soiled his pants through with how aroused he is, glasses slipping down his nose.

“I would make you go again, but since it’s our first time, I can grant a little reprieve. That poor cock of yours needs a little mercy, hm?”

Your hand slips unapologetically below his boxers and cups his aching cock.

“Ah—oh! Sir!” He calls out, jolting forward. You begin to jerk him off, shoving off his pants until he’s about to burst.

“W-why’d you stop?” He says pathetically.

“Because I’m going to fuck you.”

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After painstakingly stretching him, his cock dripping all over the floor, his nipples hard from all the attention, you slowly press your cock against his, sliding between his thighs.

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“I… huh… g-give it to me.”

“That’s no way to ask. I’ll give you one more chance. Try again.”

“I, mmhm, want your c-cock, sir. Please put it in my fat hole.”

“Show me.”

Skott is burning up inside, his hands coming to spread his cheeks for you, showing off the pretty pink treat inside.

“Very good.”

Without another word, you slide inside. Skott wails, clenching endlessly around you.

“You’re so, hrgh, fucking tight.” You grit out, rolling your hips as you try to get used to him.

“Oh god!” Skott claws at the floor, back arching inadvertently as your weight presses down onto him.

“Haven’t been fucked by a cock this big?” You ask, slowly grinding into him.

“N-no,” he sniffles, “you’re the b-biggest, sir.”

“What were you really doing with my jacket, Skott?”

“I…”

You stop moving. He clenches relentlessly, crying out at your stillness.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop—”

“Answer my question.” Your hand pushes down on his back, forcing him to bow further.

“I masturbated to it, okay! I used it and I—I got off with it. But I took it for dry cleaning right after and I—ah!”

You already knew the answer—the strange stain when it came back. Dry cleaning is good, but not for that.

“Ruining a perfectly good jacket for your base fantasies.” Your hand smacks across his ass, watching his cheeks jiggle from the movement.

“Oh, fuck!” Skott cries out, tightening around you, squeezing your length.

You fuck him harder, pressing your full body weight onto him so he melts into the floor.

“Tell me, have you thought about this before? Me fucking you, taking your tight ass?”

“Yes..! Yes!” He slobbers all over the floor, drunk on your heated touch.

“Such a needy dog.” You growl.

Skott cries out, shuddering and shaking. You press your hips all the way, as deep as possible, and he cries out.

Your hand traces the thin lines of his stomach, feeling the bulge of your hardness pressing through.

“S-Sir…” he lets out a broken moan. You press harder, and Skott cries out. “Please! I—I can feel you so deep...”

“Just what I expected from someone like you. You live to take cock, don’t you?”

Skott sobs an incoherent answer. You press him down harder, pressing your balls up against his ass.

“Need a big strong man to breed you, huh?”

Skott claws at the floor, arching his back as you fuck him deeper.

“N-no, sir, too deep!”

Despite his words, there’s no taps on your arm, signaling he’s fine.

“Shut up. You’ll take it.”

You thrust harder, more aggressively, animalistically, taking everything you want from Skott laid bare at your feet.

“Such a good cunt. Made for me.”

Skott weeps, cumming all over himself as he feels you fill him over and over.

“And I’m going to show you how we reward good employees.”

[wilbursprincess]

October 3- Asking Bossbur for a Raise

Bossbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Exhibitionism (if you squint), Bossbur being toxic as FUCK (this entire fic is an HR violation), breeding, praising, and Bossbur being possessive!

I feel like I need a disclaimer. Don’t sleep with your boss for a raise 😅 happy day 3!

Why on earth did I become a secretary?, I thought ruefully to myself, plastering on a fake smile for the nth time that day as my boss walks past my desk, barely glancing at me before snapping at the nearest employee and shutting himself in his office. God, what a dick.

“Wilbur’s in a mood again,” sighs the employee he snapped at to nobody in particular. “Honestly, though, when is he not?”

The desks in earshot murmur their agreement, and I allow myself a small snort of laughter before dragging my attention back to my computer screen.

I’d worked for Wilbur’s company for just over three years now, and I generally enjoyed it. Even having a grumpy boss didn’t get me down most days, but I was planning on asking him for a raise today. It was way overdue at this point, and I needed the money if I ever wanted to move out of my studio apartment.

It’s now or never.

Fixing my face into a cheery, I-love-my-job-and-boss smile, I brush an imaginary speck of dust off my blouse, straighten my skirt, and head for Wilbur’s office.

“Come in,” Wilbur’s disinterested voice drawls from behind the door, his deep brown eyes fixing me with a stare. “Can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you had a moment to chat about my salary, sir?” I say, forcing a cheerful lilt to my voice and hoping he doesn’t see my knees shaking.

Wilbur nods. “Sit down,” he says, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. “What is it about your salary?”

I swallow anxiously. “I was wondering if we could consider giving me a raise.”

“A raise, huh?” Surprisingly, he smirks. “Go on, dear.”

“I’ve been with the company for just over three years now, and you’ve been very complimentary to my secretary work,” I reply smoothly and confidently, just like I practiced. “I love this job and work very hard, sir. Would you agree?”

Wilbur considers this, nibbling on the end of a pen. “I would.”

“Thank you,” I smile. He returns my nervous grin, sending butterflies into my stomach.

Damn it.

Having a crush on your hot, older boss was so cliche! Of course it had to happen to me. I knew he was an asshole who got off on his superiority, but God, was he handsome. I couldn’t help it.

Wilbur fixes me with a sultry glance, eyes tracing down the buttons on my blouse. “Tell you what. You’ll become my personal secretary, and I’ll double your salary. How does that sound?”

“What does that entail, sir?” I ask anxiously. “Fetching your coffee, making you appointments?”

“Sometimes,” he says, shifting in his chair, and I notice with a jolt that he’s tenting his suit pants. “I’m more interested in you.”

“W-w-what do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ll double your salary if I can bend you over my desk, pull your panties to the side, and fuck you stupid. Am I clear?”

Silently, I get up from my chair, unbuttoning my blouse as I walk over to sit on his lap, right on his bulge. His eyes take in my lacy bra. “Triple or nothing.”

“Deal.” Wilbur practically rips off my blouse and almost breaks the clasp on my bra in an attempt to take it off. I shock us both by leaning in to kiss him, more teeth than tongue.

He forces me onto his desk and pushes my skirt up, smacking the side of my ass with a hard palm. “You naughty little thing, wearing a thong under your work clothes?”

“Maybe I like you looking at my ass when I bend over,” I retort as he rips the crotch of my tights and pulls my thong to the side.

“Such a whore,” Wilbur murmurs, and I hear him unzip his fly. “Let’s see just how wet I’ve made your pretty pussy, hm?”

Bracing myself against the desk, I feel him pushing inside me, so thick I whine. I can practically feel him in my lower stomach, he’s so big.

Wilbur’s hand grabs my hair and tugs at it as he starts to thrust into me. “Oh, darling, you’re dripping,” he says silkily, enjoying the sight of me burying my head in my arms against his movements. “You want me to fill up your tight little pussy with my cum, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I manage to say, eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

“Good girl. I’ll fill you up until you overflow, make sure you’re mine,” he practically growls. “Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

“So good,” I groan.

He snakes a hand down to my clit, rubbing it in rough circles until I’m shaking. “You’re to call me sir when we fuck, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

As much of an asshole as he is, Wilbur can fuck. My past partners were subpar at best, and even I’ve never been able to make myself feel this good, no matter what I tried.

“You keep my dick wet, and I’ll get you whatever you want, princess,” Wilbur promises as he absolutely ruins me from behind. “Anything at all.”

“I’m so close, sir,” I cry out, legs barely holding me up. “You’re making me feel so good.”

“You want to cum with me, then?” Wilbur asks, and I frantically nod. “That’s my girl. Moan my name while you come undone around me.”

I whine as the climax slams into me. “W-W-Wilbur,” I moan, feeling him twitch and release a wave of warmth deep inside me. “Oh, fuck.”

“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans in my ear, thrusts erratic and frantic in his desperate lust to fill me up with cum. “You did so well for me.”

Once Wilbur pulls out of me, he slips my thong back into place. “I want you to keep that in your panties for the rest of the day, remind you that you’re mine, ok?”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, warmth blooming in my chest as he hands me my bra, helps me button my blouse. “And if you need anything else from me?”

“We can have a private meeting in my office,” he winks. “I’ll get started on your raise right away.”

[confessmau]

im not a big zanechan stan but "zanechan was rushed and forced" is an objectively false take and yet it's so popular jess herself has parrotted it.

zanechan is literally the closest mystreet ever got to a slowburn. they were set up in s2 and didn't get together until season five. two in universe years passed between kc seeing zane's bare ass on love love and their first kiss on starlight. all of the zanechan episodes in s3 establish that they are willing to take each other's advice, despite the fact that no one else on mystreet takes them seriously. just because they weren't committing hr violations at each other doesn't mean their romance came out of nowhere.

arguably "rushed and forced" applies to travlyn and aarmau way more than it ever did zanechan but to each their own i guess

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[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore part 3.0

richie jerimovich x reader

warnings: age gap, cheating (eventually) (guys it's for the plot i swear), drugs mentioned, swearing.

guys this part is gonna be divided into two bc it didn't fit into one post :< they've been posted at the same time, u can find part 3.5 on my acc! thanks 4 all the love cuties <3

most people would call richie an asshole, it was just his nature y'know? how he walked around with that smirk you couldn't wipe off his face, fucking with cousin, trying to 'man the ship' and take control with his abrasive voice and attitude. after you got hired at the beef though, everyone wondered to what extent of an asshole richie really was. carmy and tina were on his ass the most, gifting him a quick smack on the shoulder or upside the head whenever they caught him staring at you, eyes trailing you out the door. they knew he could be an asshole, obviously, but they wondered if he was really the type of guy to take one look at your gleaming eyes and full cheeks and not be able to help himself. everyone in the kitchen called you 'baby', there was no avoiding how obviously young you were. richie knew, of course he knew, the way you looked up at him through your long lashes. the bags under your eyes nowhere near as dark and deep as his or carmy's. you were achingly sweet, and it killed him. when you smiled at him, bidding him his daily 'good morning, richie!' he felt his teeth rot in his mouth. like he wanted to store you away in his pocket and never let anyone ruin that sparkle you held behind your eyes. yet at the same time, if it was up to him, he could be the one to do it. a reminder he felt every time he played with the ring on his left hand. god, he could ruin your life if you let him. it's not like actively wanted to, but whenever he caught a glimpse of the sun hitting your soft skin he felt something intangible. so when you came up behind the alley and sat next to him on your first day, and he saw the way your glossed lips wrapped around his cigarette he knew he couldn't help himself, he wouldn't. he saw it that day, a part of you is sick enough to want this too. from that point on, you play along. his sweet names for you, soft touches, like he wanted to guide you, teach you. 

"tell baby she can't be ringing in the orders all at once, cousin!" carmy yelled over at richie through the expo. "well maybe if you picked up the pace, did the damn system the way it's meant to be done you'd get it done, cousin." richie yells back rolling his eyes, he was being stubborn about all of carmen's new 'rules'. "just tell her, asshole!". richie threw his hands up, exiting the kitchen to find you ringing in orders on the new tablet that only you can seem to figure out. he comes up beside you, gently pulling your hand off the screen. you turn, recognizing richie's strong cigarette and minty aroma. "cousin's being a little bitch so i'm just gonna need you to slow down on ringing in orders. alright, sweetheart?" he nods his head towards you. "oh shit, i'm sorry richie i forgot you guys were short staffed today! if you want i can help back there-" richie chuckles at you stumbling over your words. "no no, don't worry about it, doll. you keep your pretty little self up here-" he grabs your shoulders facing you back towards your tables, "and let me worry about what's going on back there". you let out a small laugh and agree, feeling his big hands gripping your shoulders. "keep raking in those tips, baby!" he yells back as he makes his way back into the kitchen. "yo, you told her, cousin?" carmy questions as richie walks back into the hectic kitchen. "yeah fuck off, she's doing great out there. that face brings in the big bucks man" sydney throws her head back at his words, "richie you can't be saying that! i think even the way you look at her is an HR violation." "syd, fuck off, i am HR" he responds with a cocky tone making sydney roll her eyes.

it was a few days after the day of the game, and the little show richie put on to protect you from some drunk asshole. he had laughed to himself the entire way home, imagining your 'boyfriend' picking you up that night. and every night after work as a matter of fact. how you'd go home to him and lay in bed thinking about richie. his hands, the scruff on his face, the shadow his figure casted over you when he stood behind you, the way his gaze imprinted on you, and the way his voice changed when directed towards you. richie could always clock the want in your eyes, almost like you would surrender yourself to whatever would fall from his mouth. finding out about your boyfriend just confirmed his suspicions; you were just the type of girl who's looking for someone to take good care of her. 

it was the following friday night after a particularly stressful shift at the beef (when wasn't it) and tina had rounded everyone up, convincing everyone to head to the bar. "ugh, but tina i'm all sweaty" you frowned, always wanting to head out looking your best. "baby throw on a dress and some lipstick and i promise you'll look just fine, mija." she came up to you, reaching up to flatten your fly aways with her small hands. "plus who you trying to look good for anyways, richie?" she laughed but then quickly noticed your red face and paused. "what?" you asked slowly with a nervous tinge. "don't tell me you got the hots for richie, girl." she looked at you, eyebrows as crinkled as ever. after your lack of response she let out a long sig, "ay no, niña. i love that boy, i really do but he is bad news. plus baby he's too old for you, my god, and you're too pretty. no no no you stay away from him." she ranted on before you could even get a word in. "no, tina! i don't, I promise!" you exclaimed, she stared unconvinced, "plus i've got a boyfriend". "hmmm, okay, i'm watching you girl. go get ready." her tone still sounded unconvinced, just a bit more at ease knowing you're at least 'taken'. you quickly composed yourself in the dim fluorescent's of the beef's bathroom as everyone made their way to the bar. slapping on some lipstick, your hoops, and trying to manage as much of your hair as you could. "wepa!! look at you, come on let's go before everyone gets drunk by the time we get there" tina pulls you off into her car. 

pt 3.5 up now!!

[sloppysequinz]

Alcoholic Boss Babe Commits HR Violation

Your boss is beloved. Warm, kind, supportive, a mama bear for the whole unit. So maybe you have a little crush. She dresses smart but she can’t hide her body is soft, just your type. The stern clicking of high heels paired with a rosy round face makes you daydream about calling her mommy sometimes.

Then one day, she’s leaning over your shoulder as you show her something on your computer, and you freeze. You swear you smell alcohol on her breath. Is it just your imagination. You sneak a look at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright, she’s steadying herself on both your chair and the wall of the cubicle. There’s no way you’re imagining this. It makes your blood rush.

Slowly but surely, you notice more and more…incidents. She walks by one day and her ass is swaying dangerously in its tight pencil skirt, heels wobbling. She gulps from a cup of coffee and then slurs a few words trying to explain something to you. She flushes, embarrassed, and so do you.

As you notice more and more signs that your boss is a proper alcoholic, you notice other things too. She’s gotten more touchy lately—absentmindedly sliding a hand through your hair when she stands up from you showing her something, running her grip down your arm and laughing when she hands over materials. You feel a little like a piece of meat in her alcohol-brightened eyes, but it makes you feel hot and breathless.

Then one day, you have to stay to work late on something. It’s just you and her in the building. You step into her office to hand something in and stop in your tracks. The air smells of booze, there’s a bottle of vodka just sitting open on her desk. Her face is flushed and her clothing is in mild disarray, you can see more of her soft pretty body than usual.

Before you can say anything, she’s on her feet and backing you into the wall. She runs her hands over your face, your chest, making you squeak in surprise and drop your papers. She laughs and stumbles slightly, winding up with your back to the wall and her hands on either side of you, pressing hard against you.

She leans up to your ear and begins to whisper, words slurred together as she rambles. About how you’re just too sweet, too pretty. It’s against the rules to touch her underlings but when you blush like that she just wants to violate you so badly. You’ve been driving her crazy, can’t you see? This is your fault, I can’t help it, you’re so pretty baby, I just want to touch you.

As she confesses these vile, slurred fantasies her hands are all over you. One over your pants, rubbing eagerly, the other up your shirt, tracing your belly and then finding your nipples, tweaking one of them hard. You squeak and that causes her to grin wolfishly and stop rambling. She leans down and bites your neck and you can’t help but moan. She swears and starts pulling her skirt up, rambling again.

“I only drinks like this because I’m stresshed baby. I just need some…stress relief. Fuck, you moan soooo pretty. Pleashe baby, just let me take it out on you. It’ll allll be better then, promise. Promise. Just be good for me.”

[teamatsumu]

seireitei HR department chronicles - pt 1

Summary: It’s your first week at your fancy new HR job. And your first ever complaint is already the most bizarre situation you had ever dealt with

Word Count: 1,140

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nudity

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The room was silent except for the periodic tick, tick, tick of the wall clock. You wished there was some sound to fill the empty space, maybe then you wouldn’t have to stew in the horror of the words that had just left Captain Hitsugaya’s mouth.

You watched the snow-haired Captain slouch in the seat before you, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. His face was twisted into a deep scowl, lips pursed. The skin of his cheeks was slightly dusky, showing that he was, in fact, embarrassed by the account he had just given you.

You cleared your throat, trying to form words with a tongue you felt was completely paralyzed. You stared at the form in front of you that you were trying to fill, the large “COMPLAINT FORM” written on top seemed almost comical considering the complaint in question was-

“I’m just going to tick the ���personal’ box in ‘Nature of The Problem’.” You choked out. Captain Hitsugaya looked affronted.

“It’s not personal, it’s professional.” He said. “I was in my office. That’s a professional space.”

“But, um-” You felt like crying. “I don’t think Lieutenant Matsumoto accidentally flashing you is a…. professional problem.”

The Captain’s cheeks flamed even more, a petulant pout settling on his face. “An accident, my ass. How does that even happen accidentally-”

“She was sleeping.” you argued weakly.

That made him perk up, as if you just gave him a gotcha. “And why was she sleeping in my office during office hours? Actually, I want to file a separate complaint about that.”

Before you could protest, he had reached across the desk to grab the form you were filling, then reached for another one and plucked the pen right out of your hand. You watched helplessly as he scribbled in the details of his problem, secretly grateful you didn’t have to write all of that out.

Curse Captain General Yamamoto Genryuusai for making an HR Department and then putting you in charge. Your first week, and your first complaint, and it had to be the kid captain complaining about his grown Lieutenant snoring on his office couch with her chest on display.

You didn’t even know what the protocol here was.

“Has this happened before?” You asked, hoping to gain some guidance on how to deal with this.

“Too many times.” He mumbled back, focused on the paper before him which he was furiously scratching letters on. He sounded so grumpy it nearly made you laugh.

“So what did you do before this?” You continued.

He rolled his eyes. “Nothing. I would scold her and hope to god I never had to witness that again.”

You looked at the huge “Seireitei Code” that Squad 1 had delivered to you on your first day there. It was thick as a brick and contained every rule on the Gotei and what exactly to do when violation of rules occured. Granted, it was for more severe violations like murder or serious bodily harm. You could guarantee with your whole ass that there was nothing in there about flashing your captain.

How the fuck were you supposed to talk about this with Lieutenant Matsumoto?

Once Captain Hitsugaya had left, after many assurances on your part that you would personally have a sit down with his Lieutenant on the seriousness of the problem, you slumped into your chair and buried your face in your hands. This had to be a joke. This couldn't be the potential the Captain Commander saw in you. There’s no way he created this department knowing you had to solve sexual harassment cases between a literal child and a grown woman.

On second thought, maybe that's exactly why he made an HR department. You imagined the Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, the most powerful man in Soul Society, having to deal with squabbles like this on a near weekly basis. Jeez. No wonder the man needed a buffer to take matters off his hands.

Try as you might, you couldn't see a way out of this without physically having the Lieutenant in your office to air out her Captain’s grievances. You knew a written warning wouldn’t suffice. If you knew anything about the bubbly woman, it was that she wouldn’t take an office document seriously. There was a good chance she wouldn’t bother to read it at all.

You didn't know how exactly to confront Lieutenant Matsumoto about the predicament she had found herself in. And it almost annoyed you that you were somehow more uncomfortable with this than she was. She nearly giggled when you read through the report. You on the other hand, wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Do you understand where he is coming from?” Your whole face was hot after having read out the complaint Captain Hitsugaya had written out, looking anywhere but directly at the Lieutenant’s face.

“Yeah but,” she scratched the back of her head, pouting slightly. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“A rule violation is still a rule violation, Lieutenant.”

She sighed and stretched, nodding but looking unconvinced. “It’s hard to really control any part of your body when you are asleep, though.”

“Uh, about that.” You rifled through the papers on your desk to hand her the other complaint her Captain had written out. “He also reported you for sleeping excessively on the job.”

Matsumoto pouted and whined at that, looking almost offended by the piece of paper dangling before her face. “Aw, come on! Captain can get so mean sometimes. Do you know how much paperwork I have to do? I can’t even take a little nap?”

You knew for a fact that Captain Hitsugaya was carrying Squad 10 on his shoulders. He finished the work of three people every day by himself.

“Lieutenant…” The tone of your voice was so defeated it made her sigh.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I will try to not fall asleep. And I’ll keep the girls tightly wrapped up. That okay?”

“Please refrain from calling them that in a professional setting.” You corrected weakly, feeling weary to the bone. You almost missed defending Ikkaku and Yumichika when they beat up 20 people and ended up in Squad 4 with broken limbs. Surely, anything would be better than this.

“Okay! Jeez.” She sniffed, standing up. “Can I leave now?”

You nodded, watching her make her exit and slumping forward until your head hit your desk. Your forehead stung at the contact. You looked at the report in front of you, Lieutenant Matsumoto’s signature next to the acknowledgement of her poor behavior. Your lips twitched.

Giggles erupted from your throat as the hilarity of the situation finally caught up with you, bending over to grip your stomach as tears leaked from your lash line. Fucking hell.

This would be a good story to tell at parties.

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[lostinthewiind]

Bad Influence

Ray Person - Generation Kill

Rating: 16+

"Alright, Ray, I've got that hose you were looking for." You approached the humvee and waited for Ray to pull his head out of the hood.

Sweating buckets from a mixture of the hot steam and stifling Iraqi heat, Ray looked up at you. "You brought me hoes? Where?" He whipped his head from left to right.

Unamused, you placed a hand on your hip and stared him down. "Do you want me to fix your humvee for the millionth time or not?"

"Work your magic." Ray stepped away from the vehicle and held his hands up in defeat. "I can't seem to get the bitch working."

"I don't suppose that's the first time you've had trouble turning a bitch on, now is it, Ray?" you quipped as you took over for him and began to replace the radiator hose.

Ray grimaced. "You know, I liked you a lot better when you were the quiet, sweet mechanic."

"Blame yourself for teaching me such inappropriate language then," you accused him. "I was such a nice, innocent girl before I met you."

Ray smirked as he pulled his sunglasses out of his breast pocket and slid them on. "Hell yeah, you were. I love being a bad influence."

"I'm sure you do."

While you worked away on the humvee, thoroughly coating your hands and t-shirt in grease and God knows what other lubricants Ray had used in a desperate attempt to get his vehicle working again, Ray stood by and watched. Every once in a while he would tell a joke or throw in some unwanted advice, but generally speaking, he was useless.

"Do you think when your parents popped out a perfect baby girl, they imagine a future of fixing old ass humvees in the Iraq desert surrounded by some of the most depraved men in the world for her?" he asked out of nowhere.

Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your arm, you glared at Ray. "Do you think when your parents popped out a perfect baby boy they-" You paused. "Oh, wait. Never mind."

Stepping away from the vehicle and taking a quick break, you wiped your hands on the rag you carried in your back pocket the best you could before using the bottom on your t-shirt to wipe your face. With your lower stomach exposed, Ray let out a low whistle.

"You know, I think I've had a dream like this before," he said. Arms folded across his chest, he let his eyes trail over your body as you furrowed your brows. "Oh yeah, I've definitely had a dream like this before."

"Ray, if one more HR violation comes out of your mouth, I'm going to leave you and your broken humvee in the dust while the rest of us invade Iraq," you threatened. "Is that what you want?"

"What?" Ray retorted, defensive. "You're hot! It's a compliment."

Ignoring the comments, you returned to the task at hand, hoping you could get it done ASAP and head back to your tent to get out of the sun. With a couple more adjustments, you were sure you could get the hose attached and tightened properly. Hopefully, that would do the trick.

"This would be a lot more fun to watch if you took your shirt off."

You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Ray, shut your fucking mouth before I come over there and shut it for you."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Drawing in a deep, calming breath, you focused on fixing the radiator hose. Once it was done, you slammed the hood back down and marched over to Ray, hands still slick with grease.

"Both." You grabbed his face with your hands, completely throwing him off guard. His relentless banter was a constant in your life, but he never actually acted on any of the things he said; and never in a million years did he think you would act on them.

You felt him inhale sharply as you leaned in, lips inches away from his. "I'm both terrified and extremely turned on right now," he whispered.

"Just how I like my men," you whispered back, lips ghosting over his.

"Are we about to kiss right now? Is this actually happening?"

"Ray," you breathed out, and when his hands lifted to your hips, you smirked. "I would rather wrap my mouth around the humvee's exhaust pipe and suck than ever kiss you."

With that, you pulled away and shook your head. Ray stared back at you, completely oblivious to the two greasy hand prints on either side of his face.

"Man, that's fucked up! Messing with a guy's emotions like that," he complained, clearly embarrassed with how quickly he had become caught up in the moment. "I don't want to kiss you anyway. You smell like sweat and grease."

"That'll teach you to harass me when I'm doing you a favour," you said as you grabbed the rag out of your back pocket again. "The humvee should be fine now. Go ahead and give it a try."

Narrowing his eyes at you, Ray slid into the driver's seat and turned the engine over. After a couple sputters, the vehicle roared the life, significantly quieter than it had been previously.

"Hey!" Ray slapped his hands down on the steering wheel. "You did it! And to think they said women weren't any good outside of the kitchen."

A defeated sigh fell from your lips. Then, you smiled. "Never change, Ray."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied. "Seriously though, thanks."

Your smile widened. "No problem."

As you turned to leave, you heard Ray clear his throat and stopped to look back at him. "You know, I don't actually think kissing you would be so terrible." His cheeks were redder than usual. "I mean, you do smell like sweat and grease, but we all do so its not exactly a turn off, considering the circumstances."

You chuckled. "And I suppose kissing you wouldn't be as bad as sucking on an exhaust pipe. A marginal increase in enjoyment, probably."

"So ..." He eyed you. "Should we, you know ...?"

"Absolutely not."

"No, yeah, it's probably a bad idea. You're right."

You shook your head as you began to leave. "I'm walking away now before things get weird again. Goodbye, Ray."

"Smart move. Goodbye."

[bleachbleachbleach]

Been thinking about Shinji and Momo and specifically abt them in relations to the system or the ideal of the system that kind of screwed them over. With Shinji being unjustly thrown out and no one rlly fully unpacking how much of an HR concern was Aizen’s weird boundaries with Momo. You once mentioned in one of ur posts abt Shinji that the Vizards for sure do not come back with full trust in the soul society again and have their own agendas. This makes me wonder how Shinji and Momo navigate that system together now that both of them have made the decision to continue to serve under it? Momo, herself does come across as duty bound but has shown instances of acting against it when she feels the need to for the sake of the greater good (like disobeying orders to save hisagi, or admitting that not all laws are good laws even if she’s technically quoting Aizen) Sorry for the rambling! These two just fascinate me cuz I feel like aside from the whole Aizen thing, they’re like two diff flavors of being back on the job after being screwed over. The somewhat jaded mentor and the eager beaver who got the rug thrown under her.

We joke about Gotei HR all the time, but honestly in the context of their own world and worldviews would Aizen and Hinamori come across to anyone as having weird boundaries? I’m not saying it didn’t get weird but I kind of feel like part of the nature of the thing is that it’d be hard for anyone in Soul Society to point to anything Aizen did that was notably weirder than anything else everyone else does. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be an HR violation somewhere (I just completed my state-mandated sexual harassment training three days ago, so it’s all nice and fresh, LOL) but even if the Gotei had HR I doubt it would have helped in Aizen and Hinamori’s case.

I know there are people who get very deep into canonicity debates about whether Aizen and Hinamori ever slept with each other, but I’m not personally all that interested in the genre as a whole—like, the nailing down of what is or isn’t canon. In fanfic, I figure anything goes if you can make it work for you in your story. For my part, I think Aizen would take pride in not having to have sex with Hinamori in order to make his plans work. Like an *everyone* does sexual manipulation but he doesn’t even *have* to and that’s the *beauty* of the game kind of deal.

But to the question itself!

My take on Shinji is that he is, of course, very well aware of the ways the Gotei fucked him and the rest of the Vizard, and has no illusions about that. But he’s not someone who simmers in that in the same way that Hiyori does.

Honestly, maybe a good comparison might be that Shinji treats the Gotei the way he treated Aizen as a vice-captain. According to Aizen, that was a mistake, but Shinji knows the Gotei better than he ever knew Aizen. Arguably, the Gotei is more knowable than Aizen. Shinji has a certain savvy about him with respect to the Gotei as an institution, and if you now how it works, then there are degrees to which it can be managed, and perhaps even made to work for you. And if you want that to happen, the only place you can do that work is inside it, as one of its Captains. Shinji’s known that since even before TBTP, probably since before he was even himself a Captain the first time around.

But I think another key element here is that Shinji is very, very good at separating the work from the institution from the people. He can engage his octopus brain and hold the meaning of what shinigami effect in the world separate from the ethical and bureaucratic conundrums posed by the Gotei, separate from the personalities that make it up (which are the problem and the best part about the Gotei in turns). He reminds me of this guy who’s been in my toxic-ass profession for AGES but still has a ton of energy and capacity for wonder and enthusiasm and being smart in ways that make everyone smarter, and he manages this by being absolutely ruthless about not getting all sopped up by departmental drama or overly precious about ~the profession~ and making very intentional decisions about what matters and what absolutely doesn’t. I think having that as a model was incredibly useful for Hinamori, as someone with a propensity to care deeply for and about everything.

I mentioned in the tags of another post that I envisioned Hinamori as having a healing justice orientation to the world, part of which is about locating “evil” outside of individuals. It is not inherent, but made. While this does not absolve Aizen of his actions or their supporting worldviews, a path to forgiveness is at least partly about recognizing the bigger picture that produced the conditions for the fomenting of these views/plans. (And that’s before the many ways the system failed them in ways that didn’t come directly through Aizen.) Which means that moving past Aizen is also about moving past the Gotei/Soul Society, while also continuing to work for it—in a major, responsible way.

Like, Hinamori is not clocking in to sweep the floors and then leave to her wife and kids. She’s leading the thing. So what’s the journey there? We see her reclaim her role as 5th Division Vice-Captain in the Winter War (as distinct from being Aizen’s Vice-Captain—ymmv on this, like Matsumoto’s does). In that role, Hinamori has not seemed to have much of a problem with challenging authority when she felt it just to do so, even in moments of more even temper (shouting at Byakuya over Renji’s unconscious body lol). Which I feel like lends credence to the idea that Aizen’s betrayal was probably not her introduction to the world being often an unjust and deeply painful place, or even to the Gotei being these things. Like, I think she understood that. Maybe Aizen even talked to her about that, and part of why she liked him so much was the opportunity to have these long, intellectual conversations about philosophy and governance. And what do you do at the end of these conversations? You can be bitter and angry about it; you can be angry and want to burn it down; you can drink the Kool-Aid and become complicit in it; you can naively deny it and either become complicit in it or get destroyed by it; or you can—

Do what Shinji and Hinamori do about it together, which is to resolve to be the energy they wish to see in the world, which in their interpretation also requires some complicity—being officers in Gotei—and, having made that choice, periodically needing to process that. I mean, I think that’s part and parcel of being involved in any kind of institution (I know I think about it allllll the fucking time), but I imagine the experience is further magnified by the particular histories Shinji and Hinamori have with the Gotei.

I imagine sometimes—a rough week at the office, or in the aftermath of a Blood War they wonder if they aren’t being too complicit. Or, conversely, if they aren’t echoing Aizen too much, in their resolution to craft a world of their own devising. But they were different people, both from each other and very much from Aizen; their devices and visions are different, too. And so the fear falls away.

It will come back. It will probably never leave. But sometimes it’s better to be haunted than not, and ghosts can be welcome reminders.

[watchyourbuck]

Seven Sentence Sunday!

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Eddie feels his heart get stuck in his throat. Buck’s words don’t make sense, at least not to him. He looks around, watching the faces that surround them. Nobody seems to be surprised. “He had me face down on the mattress,” Buck explains, making hand gestures Eddie thinks are a violation to HR’s rules. “Ass up, hands behind my back.” Truly, he thinks he’s about to pass out. He blinks, attempting to speak, but nothing comes out - although Hen swears she heard a strained whine. “Were y’all safe?” Chim asks, way more interested than he should be. Eddie’s heartbeat is now louder than the voices in his head. He looks at him in shock, maybe expecting that he’ll notice. “I’d love to say yes,” replies Buck, blushing a pinkish shade of red that swirls around the hickeys adorning his neck, going far down his collarbone and god knows where else. “He fucked me raw.” Eddie coughs. It’s pained, dry and definitely unintentional. He earns himself a curious look from everybody but his target, who keeps detailing with precision and determination. “Buck,” says Hen, raising her hand. She does a double take on Eddie, who has now lost vision. “Buck, stop talking.”

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