#it’s a part time elementary teacher’s assistant job

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight smoosh

[lacroixwh0r3]

The First Taste (p. 3)

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You thought that it was just going to be you and your dad watching football together, but a lonely Joel comes over to join you two.

Warnings: SMUT!! pet names, porn with little plot, dom!joel, age gap, PiV, daddy kink, joel is a little bit of a perv, cursing, breast play?, reader and joel almost caught by reader's dad, teasing, fingering, slight dom!reader, hair pulling, football, joel is lonely, mentions of sarah, tommy, and maria

Song Inspo (feel free to listen if you want): Bathroom by Montell Fish

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: not me being gone for months...i swear i did not forget about yall! i had this saved in a google doc since november and haven't had the time nor motivation to finish it until now YAY

Enjoy babies! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

It was a shame—there you were, sitting on the couch at home on a Thursday night, waiting for your dad to get back from the store so the two of you could have some snacks while watching football. You didn’t know much about the sport, but it’s not like you had nothing better to do.  

You called your friend and asked her if she would be down to hang out tonight, but lately, she would much rather hang out with her boyfriend than her best friend. While you were a little disappointed by her response, a part of you also felt relieved by her answer. 

It’s not like you had much energy these days after recently getting a job as a teacher assistant at the local elementary school, and while it had been a job that you enjoyed a lot, it was also a demanding job that took a lot of your energy. You were constantly running back and forth from the classroom to the copy room to grab a stack of papers for the teacher, occasionally having to console kids or sometimes having to stop a lesson because someone peed themselves. The teachers would also ask you to create lessons for the day, which took up a lot of your free time outside of the classroom. You didn’t mind it though; after all, it is your job, and more often than not, the kids were sweet and would be on their best behavior depending on the day. 

Today was different; you weren’t as tired as you usually are after work, you didn’t have any work to do, and you had the day off tomorrow. And for that, you were grateful. 

You were lazily stretched out on the couch, watching whatever was on ESPN before the game was set to start. You check your phone for the time and notice that it is almost 8 o'clock and your dad isn't back yet. 

It shouldn’t take him this long to get back, you think to yourself. 

You decide to call him to check up on him, but as soon as you press his contact, you hear a knock at the front door. This confused you for a second because your dad usually used his key to open the door, but maybe he couldn’t since he was carrying bags. You get off the couch and walk to the front door. 

“Took you long enou-” you say right as you swing the door, thinking that it was your dad. However, you cut yourself off when you realized who it was. 

No, it was not your dad, but the last person you were expecting to see today. 

The one and only Joel-fucking-Miller  

“Joel,” you try to sound as normal as possible, but it was obvious from your tone that you were shocked. “W-what are you doing here?” You asked him. You could see the corner of his lips quirk up at your nervousness before going back to his usual serious look. 

It’s not like it is uncommon for Joel to be over at your house, but it was usually during the times you were out of the house. Or your dad would be the one to greet him at the door. After Tommy and Maria moved away and Sarah was out of the house more, Joel's appearances at your house became more frequent. 

“Just here to watch the game with your dad,” he says as he points inside the house. “You mind if I come in, darlin’?” 

“Shit! I’m sorry,” you say, opening the door wider and moving out of the way. “Please, come in.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says as he enters. You could smell his warm scent just as he walked right past you, making you almost want to go and throw yourself onto him. 

As you were closing the door, you closed your eyes and let out a loud sigh before making your way back to the couch. You felt like a baby deer walking for the first time because you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. And to make matters worse, your legs had brushed against his as you passed by him, causing you to apologize immediately as if he were going to eat you for accidentally touching him. 

“You’re fine, sweetheart,” he chuckles. You sigh with relief before sitting down on the couch, leaving a seat between the two of you. 

The two of you sat there in silence—you sat there tense, while Joel sat there relaxed and unaffected. 

A sense of guilt crept up on you as you sat there, looking at the TV screen in deep thought. 

It had been about two years since whatever that was between you and Joel at the lake, and you still felt guilt whenever your dad would bring him up to you. 

Whenever Joel did come around, he usually brought Sarah with him, and you would hang out with her most of the time. You felt bad for using Sarah as an escape from her dad, but you couldn’t deal with being around Joel.

“Your dad told me about that new job of yours,” Joel asked you, causing you to look over at him. He was looking at you with frowning eyebrows and eyes full of curiosity. “How’s it goin’?”

“It’s nice; it’s fun working with the kids and all that stuff.” You say, sounding a little too enthusiastic. 

“That’s good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.” He says sincerely, and the dimple on his cheek deepens as he gives you a small grin, almost causing your heart to jump out of your chest.  

Thanks. You say lowly as your face warms up at his words. You liked hearing him say he was proud of you; it made you feel tingly and warm inside. “How’s Sarah been? I haven't seen her around lately,” you say as you try to replace the silence that fell over you two. 

"Oh, that girl—she's hardly ever home these days,” Joel sighs in defeat as he scratches his graying beard. “I can’t even get her to sit down and have a meal with me,” he said lowly. 

All you could do was stare at Joel with a sympathetic look. 

Looking up from his lap, Joel's eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. Watching as you stared at him with your lips frowned down. “Don’t look at me like I'm some wounded animal, sweet girl. I’ll be just fine.” His southern accent sounds more prominent as he says it. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you looked away from him, feeling embarrassed for some reason. 

Joel was about to say something to you before you heard the sounds of keys at the front door. You knew that it must’ve been your dad at the door, struggling to get his keys, so you helped him. However, Joel stopped you from getting up after he put his arm in front of you as he got off the couch. 

“I’ll help him, sweetheart,” he says as he winks at you and makes his way to the door to help your dad.  

Oh, Joel.

As soon as Joel opens the door, they both loudly greet each other. He grabs the bags out of your dad's hands and makes his way to the kitchen, where he helps him put things away.

A part of you knew deep down that it was going to be a long night. 

…

About halfway through the game, you were falling asleep as you sat comfortably in the corner of the couch, covered in your blanket. However, your dad and Joel made sure to keep you up as they talked loudly to each other or even loudly cursed at the TV. 

Suddenly, your dad’s phone began to ring loudly, interrupting their conversation. 

You could hear the groan of the leather recliner as your dad stretched out so that he could reach into his pocket to grab his phone. 

“Ah, fuck,” your dad says as he looks at the caller ID. “Gotta take this real quick,” your dad says as he gets up and looks at Joel. “Let me know what happens,” he says as he gestures to the TV, to which Joel nods his head. Joel watched as your dad shuffled down the hall and into his office before shutting the door behind him. 

It was now just the two of you, alone. 

You knew he was watching you because you could feel Joel’s gaze burning into your skin, and you were trying your hardest not to look at him. You sat there, as stiff as a board, as your breathing began to pick up.

“You alright there, darlin’? You look a little nervous over there."

“I’m fine, Joel,” you said curtly as you kept your eyes on the TV. 

He lets out a deep hum, and you almost feel yourself relax as you believe that is the end of your interaction. But Joel speaks again: “Why don’t you come sit with me, sweetheart?" he said as he patted the open spot next to him on the couch. 

You look over at him, and you see that he has this smirk on his face. “I ain’t gonna bite you too hard, baby,” he winks at you with a click of his tongue. You felt

“Come on and be a good girl before your daddy comes back, yeah?” 

It was evident that Joel knew how to talk to you and get you to do anything he wanted because you hesitantly rose off of the couch and made your way over to him. His devilish smirk grows wider, making you even more nervous. 

Just as you are about to sit down next to him, Joel grabs your hips with his strong hands, causing you to let out a yelp as you plop down on his lap. And there you were, sitting sideways on his lap with your back against the arm of the couch. 

You could feel the anger bubbling inside of you at his actions. You were upset that he would grab you like that. 

You turned your head to look at Joel as you began to quietly scold him, afraid that your dad would come out of his office and find you sitting on his friend's lap. “Are you actually out of your fucking mind, Joel? What if my dad-”

Before you could continue, Joel cut you off by placing his warm hand on your thigh with that smirk still on his face. "Oh, darlin’, we’re just sitting here,” he says while looking at you with his brown eyes as he begins to stroke close to your inner thigh with his fingers. “Unless you want me to do somethin’ else," he almost whispers to you as he strokes his fingers further up your thigh. 

You turned your focus away from Joel and to where he was touching you, nearly letting out soft whimpers, but you stopped yourself before they could escape your mouth. “You like that, baby?" He says this as he holds his other hand, resting on the couch, to the back of your neck, holding a firm grip. 

Rather than responding, you just shook your head, leaving Joel unsatisfied because he knew you were lying. He takes his hand from your thigh and brings it to your neck. Now, both of his hands were holding you in place by your neck, and you would be lying again if you said you didn’t enjoy this. 

“Don’t fuckin lie to me, girl. Look me in the eyes and tell me you liked it,” he says as his erection grows. 

You decided you were going to have fun as well.

With his firm grip of both of his hands around your neck, you try your best to turn your head and look at him fully. You look down at his lips before looking into his eyes. “Mm, I loved it, Joel." 

And you were going to take it a step further by placing your hand over his on your throat and making him grip it tighter. “I love it so much, Daddy." You whispered even though the TV volume was high enough that your dad wouldn’t hear what was going on. 

You watch the smirk leave his face, and this dark look flashes in his eyes; he’s serious now.  

“I bet you do, baby,” he says in his husky voice as his fingers dig into your neck. You move your hand down to his wrist as your other one goes for his pointer finger and brings it to your warm mouth. Joel inhales sharply as you suck on the tip of his finger and tease your tongue around it. The sensation of you sucking on his finger immediately shot down to his cock, causing it to strain in his pants, and you could feel it against your thigh. 

Everything about the situation turned Joel on—something about the thrill of his best friend walking out of his office and seeing his daughter sitting on his lap while she sucked on his finger turned him on. He watched closely as your lips were wrapped around his finger, watching as the spit slid down his finger. 

It felt like the two of you were in your world before hearing your dad’s office door swing open. The two of you immediately began to panic; you pulled Joel’s finger out of your mouth and threw yourself off of his lap and onto the cushion next to him as you heard your dad’s footsteps creeping closer to the living room. There wasn’t much time to scoot away from Joel without looking suspicious, but you tried to leave an appropriate amount of space between you two.

In the corner of your eye, you see Joel drop his hands down onto his lap to cover his erection. 

“Well, what happened?” Your dad asked as he flopped down into his leather recliner with a groan. 

“Not sure,” Joel says coolly as he reaches over to grab his beer from the coffee table and takes a quick sip—still trying to cover himself.  

“What the hell do you mean? You were right here the whole time." Your dad further pushes for an answer. 

God, if only he knew the real reason, he’d freak out. He’d probably do more than freak out. 

“We were talkin’ the whole time; wasn’t even payin’ attention,” Joel said with amusement. “Ain’t that right, darlin’?” he says as he gently nudges your knee. Meanwhile, you could feel your face heating with embarrassment at his words, knowing they weren’t true. What the two of you were doing was far from just talking. 

You looked over at Joel with a wide, fake smile and said, “Yup, that’s right. Joel was just showing me something on his phone." 

Your dad mutters something under his breath as he turns his attention to the game, causing you to finally drop the fake smile. Meanwhile, you and Joel are still staring at each other; more so, you are giving him a death glare while he looks at you with an entertained gleam in his eyes. Once he did look away, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. 

You didn’t know if you were mad or if you wanted to fuck him. 

…

For the rest of the time, you busied yourself by being on your phone the whole time. The conversation between Joel and your dad had come to a stop after your dad kicked his feet up on his recliner, laid back, and went to sleep, leaving Joel to watch the game by himself silently. 

Whenever Joel got bored or there was a commercial break, he would pick up his phone and check his email or text messages before setting his phone back down and letting out a loud huff. 

There was a part of you that felt bad for not making conversation with him, but you were unable to shake the sexual tension that lingered between you two. 

You drop your phone on your lap before turning to Joel and clearing your throat to catch his attention. “Can I get you water or something?” You ask Joel over the sound of the football commentator's laughter and your dad’s snoring. 

Joel’s eyes move from the TV to you, making you feel nervous now that his attention is on you. “I’m good, darlin’,” he says as he gives you a quick, small smile before turning his gaze back to the game. 

You just nodded your head, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and attempted to distract yourself with your phone again. 

So much for making conversation, you think to yourself as you cringe with embarrassment. 

In the midst of you scrolling through your Instagram feed, you feel a warm, callused hand snake onto your thigh, almost scaring the living hell out of you until you realized it was’s hand Joe

You both sat silently, making no attempt to move an inch as his hand rested on the inside of your thigh, almost as if he were waiting for you to push his hand away, but you never did. 

Instead, you make sure that your dad is still sound asleep before you shift your body towards Joel, inching your body closer to him. You adjusted yourself so that your left leg was up with the blanket draped over it, while the other one rested halfway on Joel’s thigh. If your dad were to wake up, it’s not like he would know what you and Joel were doing. 

He starts to stroke your thigh before slowly moving his hand up and stopping at the band of your sweatpants. Your heart was racing, so eager for him to touch you. 

Without looking, Joel’s fingers find the waistband of your sweatpants, causing your breathing to hitch and your heart to beat faster. Once his fingers sip in, he slowly reaches your center. You felt as if you were on the brink of cumming right then and there. His touch was slow and sensual, as he gently teased your clit as he spread your arousal. 

Who knew a man like him could touch you like this? 

You felt your senses becoming clouded as he did this. Oh fuck, you whimpered a little too loudly before you could even realize it, making you slap your hand over your mouth. 

Joel looks down at you, continuing to spread your wetness around. “You okay, darlin’?” He asks you so casually, as if his hands are not in your pants, rubbing your clit. You can see the look in his eyes as his eyebrows quirked, waiting for you to answer him. 

Mmhm, you whimper after letting out a shaky sigh as you finally release your hand from over your mouth. 

He leaned over so he could whisper to you, “You like that, baby? You like when I play with that pretty pussy?” You nodded in response as you bit down on your bottom lip, fearing that if you did open your mouth, you would immediately wake up your dad. “I know you do; you like it when daddy makes you feel good, yeah?”

Joel’s eyes quickly shifted to your dad before looking back at you. That’s when his slow circles became faster. Again, you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal any noises, while the other clawed at Joel’s forearm. Your thighs trembled as you neared the edge of your orgasm; your eyes were closed, and your head dropped onto Joel’s shoulder. 

“Y'gonna cum, girl?” Joel says lowly, his fingers never letting up as he applies more pressure. “Answer me, or else you won’t cum at all.” You tried to get the words to come out of your mouth, but you couldn't, as the knot in your stomach was nearly unraveled for him. 

Sticking to his word, Joel watched as you got closer and closer to your orgasm—watching the way your hand tried to wrap around his wrist, the way that you held your breath, or the way your toes wiggled in your socks before going completely still—that's when he knew you were about to cum. 

However, he quickly pulled his hand from your pants, leaving you in a state of disappointment and shock. It was almost hilarious to Joel as he watched the wave of disappointment and anger flash over your face. He knew you wanted to scold him, but he didn’t care. 

“Aw, you mad, baby?” Joel teased, making you roll your eyes at him. “You should be a good girl next time and listen.” 

Then, an idea pops into your head. 

“Come to the bathroom with me." You whisper to him before getting up and running to the bathroom, not waiting for an answer from him. 

You were determined to get your way with him, even if that meant having your way with him in your bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, your heart was pounding as you listened to the sound of Joel’s heavy feet making their way up the stairs and to the bathroom. 

He softly knocks on the door with his knuckle before he opens the door halfway and slips inside. As soon as he shut the door behind himself and turned around to you, you grabbed Joel by his collar and smashed your lips against his. Even though you had shocked Joel with your forwardness, he had no problem returning your kiss. His hands were pawing at your back as you began to release his collar and go down to his belt. Joel’s cock strained in his pants as you hurriedly undid his belt and pants. 

Once you did finally get it open and pull his pants down enough to gain access to his cock, you broke the kiss and looked down.

You gasp, and your mouth waters at the sight.

The dark hairs that sat on the base complimented Joel’s thick, heavy cock beautifully. 

You drag your fingers through the fuzz before gripping his shaft and stroking down to the head of his cock. He softly moans your name. “Is this all for me, Joel?” You asked him as you looked into his eyes, and his grip on your back tightened. 

He had to keep his composure as you began to stroke him at a slow pace. “All for you, baby,” he says, his eyes looking deeply into yours with a look you can only describe as lustful. He looked at you as if he were going to devour you, and you would gladly let him. 

With every stroke, Joel would pull you closer to him, still making eye contact as you did it. 

“Does my hand feel good wrapped around your cock, Joel?” You cooed at him and began to speed up your pace on his heavy cock, not giving him any time to respond. His eyebrows immediately frowned with pleasure as he licked his lips. “You like it when I stroke you like this?”   

Because of his lack of response, you reach your arm up to bring his head close to your face, still stroking his cock. “Come on, Joel. Answer me.” You ask him lowly in his ear, demanding from him like he did to you on the couch. After you said this, you felt him immediately thrust into your fist as his hands flew down on you and he groaned into your neck. 

“Feels so good, darlin’,” he says, borderline moaning at the way you were making him feel. 

Not that Joel was getting laid daily, but when he did, women never acted this way with him. It was usually him who was the dominant one calling the shots, but he liked what you were doing to him. And it was wrong—it was wrong for him to love it this much, especially because of how much younger you were than him and because your dad is one of his closest friends.

You feel his facial hair on your neck as he begins to place soft kisses there. “You’re so big, Joel.” You whimper, still stroking him. “I want you to fuck me."

“Yeah?” he says against your neck before grunting. “You think you can handle this cock, darlin’?”

"You think you can handle me, old man?” You say it back to him, trying to get under his skin, which worked because he pulled away from your neck and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. 

“Come on, take your clothes off, darlin’,” he tells you as he tugs at your shirt and releases you from his hold. You start by pulling off your shirt and then going to your bottoms. While you did this, you took in Joel’s appearance. 

He stood there with his jean shirt exposing his chest and neck, his curls wildly laid against his forehead, and his hard cock hanging out of his pants. He looked like something straight out of a porn magazine.

Joel noticed that you were struggling with your bra as he watched you try to unhook it. “Here, let me help you, darlin’.” You nodded your head and turned around. 

In the mirror, you can see Joel shamelessly eyeing your ass before looking back up and meeting your eyes in the mirror. You look back at him with a cocked eyebrow, letting him know that you saw him staring at your ass. And without saying anything, he steps forward and gives your ass a quick spank, causing an echo in the bathroom. You let out a yelp—surprised and turned on at the same time. 

“Joel,” you scold him as you look at him through the mirror. 

Yeah, yeah, was all he said as he brushed off your words. He quickly undoes your bra before sliding the straps down your arms with his fingertips and letting the undergarment fall onto the floor. While he did this, you felt a tingle run down your spine as you began to form goosebumps on your arm, and your nipples hardened. 

“Fuck, look at that." His voice trails off as he looks at your breasts through the mirror. “Lookin’ so desperate for your daddy, ain’t that right, darlin'?" You watch as his arms snake around you before he cups your breasts. Thoughtlessly, you nodded your head in agreement with him; however, in the midst of that, Joel began to tweak your nipples with his thumb and pointer fingers. 

He lets out a deep hum, almost in approval, as he takes in the sight of you two and gives your nipple one last tug before his left hand trails down slowly, while the right is still cupping your breast. Joel’s fingers dove between your thighs, teasingly rubbing his warm, thick fingers on your lips as he gathered the arousal that dripped from you. You release a muffled whine as you press your lips shut. 

“Jesus Christ, darlin’,” Joel growls in your ear as he brings his hand to eye level to observe your wetness that was clinging onto his fingers before licking it off. You watch through the mirror as he licks every last drop off of his fingers. “Fucking delicious,” he mutters quietly as he pulls them out of his mouth before placing a soft kiss on your neck and shoulder. 

You feel your stomach tighten with longing for the older man, and your head becomes fizzy, making you close your eyes and roll your head to the side. 

That was until Joel moved his hand from your breast and up to your throat. “Uh-uh, I want you to keep lookin’,” he says firmly, causing your eyes to flutter open and catch his eyes in the mirror. “That’s right, darlin’,” Joel mutters. 

With the size of his hand, he had a firm grip on your neck, ensuring your head did not move from the mirror.

Joel brings his fingers back down to your pussy and brings your lower half closer to his. As he played with your clit, you could feel him humping against your ass, spreading his precum on it. You tried so hard to stop the moans from slipping out. It was to the point that you could almost feel the skin on your bottom lip begin to tear. 

You let out a huff of air before looking at Joel with pleading eyes. “Fuck, Joel I-I need you to fuck me. Please,” You beg him in your softest voice. 

“You’d like that? Wouldn’t you, darlin’?” Joel taunts you while still rubbing a circle around your clit.

"Yes!" you moaned at him. 

“I know you would, pretty girl,” While playing with your clit, Joel spoke lowly in your ear again. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you; don’t worry.”

Without wasting a second, he releases his grip around your neck and moves his hands away from your pussy. He places his hand on your back and slowly pushes you over the sink, while he uses the other to spread your legs open. Your hands grip the sides of the sink with your face inches away from the mirror, breathing heavily as you watch Joel. 

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing as he grabbed onto your waist and spit onto his fingers before rubbing it onto his cock. Joel teases your slit with the fleshy tip of his cock, forcing a mixture of a moan and a groan out of your mouth. You push your ass against him, hoping that he'll allow himself to enter you. And he does. 

The moment his head pushed into you, you could feel yourself stretching around him as you both met each other's thrust. Straightaway, you and Joel were gasping at the sensation.

“Holy hell, darlin’,” Joel groans shakily as his eyes clamp. “Tight fuckin’ cunt you got.��� 

“You’re so big,” you weep quietly to him as you begin to slowly fuck yourself onto his cock. “I can feel you deep in me.”

Joel let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuck—look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock,” he taunts while he strokes your ass with his wide palm, making an effort not to bring it down onto your ass cheek. “Tell me how much you like having me in you."

This made you want to keep going, wanting to keep pleasing Joel, so you picked up. You made sure to throw your ass back on him as much as possible.

“So much—I love it so much, fucking much, daddy." 

You weren’t sure where this was coming from, but you liked it.

“Oh fuck, I know you do, baby. Keep fucking yourself onto my cock." Joel nearly growls as you watch him in the mirror intently. You watch as he looks down, where you are both connected with a slack jaw, taking in the view. 

You are now making it your mission to make him cum. And for some reason, you didn’t mind prioritizing Joel’s pleasure over your own—with past hookups, you made it your priority to get yours before letting them get theirs first.

But this was something different; you liked being able to make a man like Joel cum first.

The sound of your ass hitting his front was loud, and his heavy breathing almost made you cum. But with a lot of restraint, you were able to keep yourself from letting your eyes roll to the back of your head and watch Joel inch closer to his orgasm. 

“Cum for me, Joel,” you moan, encouraging him as he curses. You thought that he was going to thrust into you as he held you in place, but instead, you felt him quickly pull out of you, resting his damp forehead on your back as he tried to catch his breath. You let out a whine of disappointment. “Why’d you pull out?” 

It took him a couple of seconds to respond, “I been wanting to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, pretty girl. You think I’d cum that fast?" He asked you.

“Now, come on, put your leg up so Daddy can go deeper, baby.” He tells you as he taps your thigh. 

Deeper? How much deeper does he need to go? You ask yourself; nonetheless, you still did as he said, a little curious.

You tightly grip the sink and begin to put your feet on the toilet lid. Joel makes sure to hold onto your hips and guide your foot. “Trust me, sweetheart, it’ll feel real good,” he says with a grin. 

He firmly grabs your hips and drills into you without any warning. “Oh my god,” you moan loudly while deeply inhaling. “Fuck, Joel!” you said, feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of the tip of Joel’s cock pressed deeply inside of you. 

With this new position, you could feel every inch of him in you—the head of his cock, his shaft, the way his cock twitched when he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“I know, it’s okay,” he says after he hushes you, attempting to keep you quiet. “You just gotta—fuck—you gotta stay quiet.”

An ache formed in Joel’s lower back from his speed, and he knew it would fuck up his whole day tomorrow, but that didn’t stop him. 

You feel Joel’s fingers grab a handful of your hair, starting from the root, and tug your body to his. 

He noticed that your eyes were tightly closed as he continued to brutally thrust into you. With his grip still firm on your hair, he grabs your neck with his other hand and holds you in place. “Op-open your eyes, pretty girl. Look at yourself while I fuck this tight pussy of yours,” Joel grunts into your ear, making you whimper. 

You force yourself to open your eyes, and when you do, the familiar knot in your stomach almost comes undone.

“Don’t stop, baby." Your voice quivers as your legs tremble. But with Joel’s grip on your neck, he stops you from going down. “I-I’m gonna cum,” 

The bathroom was filled with all types of noises as he was now slowly fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Cum for daddy, darlin’, cum all over my cock.” 

And that’s when you finally came. 

Over the sounds of skin slapping and the squelching from your wet pussy, Joel talks you through your orgasm, whispering how much of a good girl you were for him and how good you were making him feel. 

He finally slowed down his pace as you came down. He could feel your cunt pulsate on his cock, bringing him to his climax.

Joel releases you and pulls out before jerking off on your ass and spilling his warm seed onto your soft skin. 

“Oh my god, Joel,” you moan as you feel the thick, milky white substance paint your ass. By the second spurt of cum hitting your ass, he bites down on your shoulder, trying to silence his loud, tired groans as he cums. 

You made Joel cum harder than he ever did before.  

After a few deep breaths later, you and Joel had finally calmed down, feeling fucked out and tired. 

He lets out a sigh before wiping the sweat off his forehead and looking down at the watch on his wrist. “Alright, darlin’,” he says as he tucks himself back into his pants and fixes his shirt. “Gotta get out of here before your old man wakes up."

“It was a little too late for you to say that now,” you joke with a relaxed grin on your face as you turn around to him to get one more look at him. It quickly fell when you realized that Joel could hardly look you in the eyes. “You okay?”

He tries to give you his best phony smile while attempting to look you in the eyes. ”I’m fine, sweetheart; I gotta get home to Sarah before it gets too late." Joel lies through his teeth and avoids eye contact again, hoping that you couldn’t see through him. “You should get yourself cleaned up and ready for bed. I’ll straighten up and use the spare to lock the door when I go." He nods his head at you in a bid to say bye and reaches for the doorknob as if he wasn’t balls deep in you a few minutes ago. 

You move out of his way, and he leaves without either of you saying another word to each other. 

And there you were—naked, ass covered in his cum, embarrassed, and hurt. 

A/N: i will make a masterlist soon i swear but I hope y'all liked it!! *MWAH*

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

profiles 01 / malnourished art students + supportive parentals ☆

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warning(s): possible typos, slight swearing

🕯️— y/n kuroo. junior year art student specializing in the fine arts at yūgen university. works a part-time job at a nearby flower shop, shinrinyoku flower shop, which is also the building of her shared apartment with cecily moore aka her older brother’s girlfriend. has a little white mouse with black spots named cheese. lives off energy drinks because “they help my uh…brain work”. known to be very somnolent almost all the time but a bright ball of energy when she does get enough sleep. currently fawning over kozume kenma.

🍓 — morisuke yaku. has been yn’s best friend since middle school, and is also a junior year art student specializing in the fine arts at yūgen university, only difference is he is a sculptor rather than a painter. on the volleyball team; libero. has a handful of admirers due to his charming personality, which he gets from his upperclassmen friends, tooru and koushi, yet seems to be oblivious— which we all know is not true. has a golden retriever named milo. secretly in love with one of his best friends (hint: his name is rintarou suna)

🎧 — rintarou suna. met yn in their freshmen year of college. former theater kid, current junior year art student specializing in cinematography and film/video production. a drummer in a band with kozume. cliche bad boy, but his friends know he’s a real sweetheart deep down. secretly loves when people doodle on his converse. coffee fanatic. similar to yn with energy drinks except its large cups of coffee 24/7. not into relationships at the moment.

🫧 — koushi sugawara. loves kids! works as a part-time teacher’s assistant at a nearby elementary school. senior student studying to become a future teacher. tutors his friends on the side. acts like he’s tired of tooru but loves him so very much. can cook/bake and makes sure to prepare something for yn when crashing her apartment. basically the mom of the group.

🎐— tooru oikawa. senior college student studying fashion modeling. models part-time. one of the greatest lovesick fools ever for his boyfriend of 3 years, absolutely loves to show him off. cannot cook/bake for shit. has a surprisingly attentive personality when it comes to other people’s love lives, which is ironic because it took him months of denial and constant oblivion before realizing his true feelings for koushi. designated driver.

🌱 — cecily moore. has been dating tetsurou for almost a year. college dropout, yet that didn’t stop her from becoming a successful business owner aka the owner of shinrinyoku flower shop. loves what she does, loves her friends! has known yn ever since middle school (she’s only two years older than her) and was the one to offer yn a room at the apartment above the flower shop. has a fish named marigold. thinks kozume is the only right person for yn and subtly encourages him to buy flowers for the pretty girl. an older sister to yn!

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note(s): sorry for the long descriptions! have a bad habit of rambling, hope u all enjoy (*^ーﾟ)b as always, none of the pictures used are mine!!

[evilhasnever]

any mdzs thoughts for previous jobs u have held for an au? (badly worded ask for the specific au ask game)

Private University AU:

Lan Xichen is an art history professor as well as the Dean's nephew, and he relly wanted to be an artist fulltime but his family never allowed him to entertain the possibility. Now he paints and does little solo exhibitions as a side gig, but he does not have nearly enough time to dedicate to them and he is almost... embarrassed about doing art halfheartedly, or so he sees it. Fortunately, he likes people though his feelings on teaching are simply neutral. Also, he can see Meng Yao every day... he tries to stay positive!

Lan Wangji doesn't want to be a professor, and fully expected nobody to sign up for his music theory classes because, for the most part, he does not speak - he puts his slides up on the projector and then plays the music in question. He is both shocked and strangely pleased when students consistently show up - not many, but the same little group every time. He overhears in the corridor that they think he is "the coolest".

Wei Wuxian works at the university cafe. LWJ finds it infuriating that he has no interest in pursuing a PhD, because Wei Ying's thesis on the psychology of music changed his life. (the big reveal is that WWX is still working on his research, just on his own time and using uni credentials to access the library and borrow sources because they never revoked his student account). The university cafe is open to the public as well, and some kids from the nearby elementary school wander in sometimes because WWX gives them whatever pastries are left.

Meng Yao is an assistant language teacher working for a multinational dispatch company. He works part time, but spends pretty much his entire day at uni prepping materials and doing his own research. Lan Xichen makes a point to invite him to eat in the student cafeteria with him every day (the first time he asked, he mentioned taking him to a restaurant right outside campus where he often eats, but Meng Yao looked terrified at the prospect of leaving campus even for 30 minutes, so LXC course corrected!) JGS keeps saying the family visa will come through eventually, but in the meantime he needs to get by on a provisionary work visa which means he literally cannot quit his job at the dispatch company or he will be deported. Lan Xichen doesn't know this, and thank god, because otherwise he would immediately offer to marry him for a spouse visa and things would get even more awkward.

Nie Huaisang has been a student for six years and still hasn't finished his bachelor's degree. In fairness, it's because NMJ chose it for him and would not allow him to switch majors! NHS's idea of passive resistance is to do the bare minimum to stay in uni, but waste as much time (and money) as possible in doing so. He spends all of his time in the cafeteria playing geocaching games and swiping dating apps without doing anything about it. Sometimes he goes to classes that are entirely unrelated to his studies (like Lan Xichen's) just to hide away and people-watch, and because he knows LXC would never rat him out. Also he may be writing rpf of LXC and Meng Yao because he sucks. ;)

[eebideebi]

Fallout Companions and the Jobs They'd Have in a Modern AU

Cait: Physical Therapist. I feel like she'd be either a PT/OT or an actual therapist. Specifically for sportspeople. Though this is if Sole meets her post-boxing career. If not, well, she's a Boxer.

Curie: School Nurse. No doubt in my mind. She loves working with kids. Thinks they're the "future we all need". Also thinks they're adorable and the stories they have for her are always really sweet. She's adored by the entire school (which is probably an elementary/middle school) and always gives her patients a lollipop.

Codsworth: Butler/Nanny. That's a given. I mean, he's programmed to be a butler. Think an Alfred type-beat. Loves to cook on the side and his employers always love when he cooks for them.

Danse: OSHA employee/Safety Inspector. Another pretty obvious one. Is really vigorous and the GMs he shakes down always despise getting him for checks. Takes his job very seriously. Post BB (TBD what that translates to in a modern AU), he works as a freelance mechanic. Always some form of grease/oil on his uniform.

Deacon: Makeup Artist, duh. Or a SFX artist. Loves his craft, probably cosplays on the side. I don't have much to say for Deacon, but he probably holds competitions with his fellow artists for "best wig" and things like that. He hoards the entries to those comps.

Dogmeat: Instagram dog. 600k followers, MINIMUM. We love Dogmeat here, he deserves the best. Spends his days chasing ducks and barking at cars, much to Sole's (and DM's follower's) delight.

Hancock: Laid-back Gas Station employee. Sells weed on the side. Always zoinked out of his mind and probably needs a detox. Doesn't do much on the clock, but when his higher-ups come in, he straightens out. Pretends to not see the homeless people swiping ramen/chip packets because "Fuck capitalism. Homies need to eat."

MacCready: The homeless person Hancock refuses to call the cops on (/j). In seriousness, MacCready probably works as a freelance builder. For my Aussies, think a Tradie. Doesn't like his job and wants nothing more than to be a stay-at-home Dad, but needs to work for Duncan's sake. Very dusty, all the time.

Valentine: Grief Counsellor. Helps those who lost loved ones to manage their emotions. Always dreamed of being a detective, but never got the chance. I feel like that helps him connect with his patients as he lost something close to him as well. Maybe worked as a detective in his early days but had to retire after Winter's End?

Piper: English Teacher/assistant. Maybe works at the same school Curie does. Buys weed from Hancock. She wants to be a reporter, but a stable job is more important to her so she can care for Nat. Adores her kids, but despises the workload. Teaches night classes for those who struggle with English.

Preston: Works in the community department of the local government. Organises homeless drives, soup kitchens, etc. Really into charity work and probably volunteers on the side. Aggressively nice to everyone who comes into his office. "HAVE SOME TEA. PLEASE, EAT. EAT."

Strong: Works under MacCready. Demolitions expert. That or a Personal Trainer, for obvious reasons. He'd be really into whatever he does and keeps his head down for the most part. Goes to Piper's night classes.

x6: The manager who hates Danse. Probably works in a government-sanctioned building, so he actually works with Danse a lot. Sits in his office that probably has a catwalk over the actual building and looks down on his peasant employees. Think Lord Farquaad.

[digifandom]

Headcannon: Dididestined work/jobs

Taichi- I've thought about his the least tbh but I feel like him becoming a diplomat both does and doesn't fit him (leave suggestions ig since these are used for my fanfic)

Yamato- I actually like the idea of him becoming an astruanot but I feel like he would still have a side career as a musician

Koushiro- programmer (it's just them)

Sora- I like the idea of her going into the clothing industry (I do get why others don't) but I feel like she would be a more modern fashion designer, that makes practical clothing that still looks good (big advocate for women pockets!)

Mimi- love the idea that she is either a ceo of co-ceo of a company, that or a marketing expert/consultant

Jyou- Doctor but later down the line (like after a good decade give or take) opens up a few animal clinic (as he does medical aid in the digiworld, but that's for another hc list)

Hikari- elementary teacher (starts out teaching the younger classes but eventually starts to teach the older ones) definitely has a YouTube channel that they started when they were in middleschool/junior high (still posts on their off days)

Takeru- Author and part-time porfeser for a college near where he lives (teaches in the writing field obv.)

Daisuke- Works at a ramen shop in Japan but has a monthly one week ramen vendor in the US that he uses the money for charity (Def. hangs out with Mimi durring that week in the US)

Iori- I like the idea of him being a Lawyer/attorney I think it really shows his character development and also let's him work for justice in a way that honors his father but also in a way that works for him since Iori can fight and could be a police officer but he isn't inclined to fighting and prefers to understand the inner situations, which in my opinion makes him a good person to be a lawyer

Miyako- Translator. I LOVE her want to go to different places and I LOVE the idea that she knows multiple languages. To me being a professional translator just fits her, she also def. studies the culture of the places she visits bc she tries to be fully respectful of the people's way of life no matter where she's visiting, I also think she'd be an assistant to Koushiro whenever she's taking a break from work in Japan.

Ken- I kinda like the idea of him being a detective, it allows him to use his own deductive reasoning and the idea of him and Iori working close together is just so amazing (check out a fanfic that is like a Phoenix Wright au of them on ao3, I'll link it later)

I'm curious does anyone have any other ideas for these guys (especially Tai I need ideas for him) I'd love to write oneshots of these guys getting frustrated with work and having to seek out help from their friends inorder to take their mind off the problem (and go back fresh) or get help solving the problem. Mostly bc I'm a suckered for stories that show childhood friends that have so much going on in their lives that they don't have time for other things but bc they are real friends they still make the time to hang out and meet up w/ eachother despite how hard it is to do.

[bunny-lou]

do u have any personal black phone headcanons for any of the characters?? :)

Oh boy do I! Thanks for asking!!

Finney

Dreams of working for NASA.

He doesn't want to be an astronaut, mostly because he could never leave Gwen.

He finds space fascinating because it's an escape from what happens on Earth. The stars are independent of the bullies and his dad and losing his mom, there's a place in the universe that's safe from all of it.

Much more bitter about his mom leaving than Gwen is. Finney was mad for a while, hurt and abandoned, but after living with Terrence, he can't be bothered by it anymore.

Peanut butter and chocolate is his favorite flavor of ice cream.

Loves science, he's pretty good with math, and when he starts to take physics in high school, his brain is just in heaven

Asks his whole team to sign a baseball at their last game every year

Has a part time job in high school as a referee/coaching assistant for the elementary baseball teams

Has another part time job as a math tutor

He's pretty good with the kids because he treats them the same way he wishes someone treated him as a kid

Gwen

Fairly feminine. She's the only girl in her house, but her braids are always well done and she has a dollhouse that's important to her. But growing up without a mom has left her a little rough

She is that little girl who wants a horse so badly and asks Santa every year for one

Her religious beliefs are strongly influenced by Susie's family. Her dad and Finney aren't religious, but Susie's family prays at dinner and invites her to church events

Gets involved in her school government in high school. She's a mix of well liked and feared, but everyone knows she'll fight so students are treated fairly

Joins cheerleading in high school, along with Susie and Amy (Bruce's little sister)

Partly because she wanted to join a sport, partly because her friends did and partly because her dad is always proud when she does traditionally feminine things. He's very old-fashioned and doesn't approve of her mouth or spunk, but he's happy that his little girl is a cheerleader.

Favorite ice cream flavor is cotton candy

Susie, who got like two seconds of screen time in the background

Only child and wants Gwen as a sister

Secretly has a crush on Finney and joins Gwen in going to his baseball games

Changes how she spells her name on homework/tests to confuse substitute/new teachers. She's been Susie, Suzie, Susy, Suzi, Susey, Suzy and Suzanna all in one month.

Starts because Gwen thinks it's funny and Susie does anything for Gwen

Knows Gwen doesn't have a mom, so she convinces her mom to buy extra tampons/pads so that Gwen never has to ask her dad for some

Robin

I know a lot of people write his living situation as him with his single mom, but I think both his parents are gone and he lives with his uncle

I go back and forth between whether his mom has passed or if she was destroyed by losing her husband in war and knew she wasn't fit to take care of Robin anymore

The uncle that he lives with/is close with is his paternal uncle who is trying to keep his brother's memory alive

Little shit starter and loves drama and gossip

He and Gwen could stay up all night dishing out dirt

Secretly loves Spanish soap operas, they make him feel closer to his mom, but they're also just really entertaining

wore his Cheech and Chong shirt despite having no idea who they are. It's a gift from his uncle, who likes the movies, but Robin thinks it's just a picture of two cool dudes

took Spanish classes in high school just to get an easy A, but he end up being the president of Spanish club when Finney and Gwen point out how that will look good on college applications

Bruce

Dude does all the sports. We just saw him in baseball season, but he does basketball and soccer and he even travels to the next town over to join their hockey team

Amy, his little sister who has homeroom with Gwen, is a cheerleader and cheers Bruce on at all his games. Gwen joins at Finney's games

When the Grabber becomes a well known name, he and Amy set up a buddy system for kids on their street so everyone has someone to walk to and from school with

Even though he isn't a fan of horror movies, he introduces Robin to Japanese horror films and the two bond

Finney tags along because of friendship, but covers his eyes the whole time

Bruce is a history nerd

Vance

Loves Billy Idol

Paints his nails to be like some of his rock idols, but everyone is too afraid of him to say anything about it

Stops painting his nails because they chip when playing pinball and Vance gets too frustrated with it

Ends up giving all his nail polish to Gwen and her crew

Not an animal person, but begged his mom to let him get a snake just to heighten his badass position in school

Got a ball python and was fucking terrified of it for a month, never taking it out

Now takes his snake out to watch tv on the couch with him and has named it Dracula, or Drakky for short

Doesn't like horror films or films in general. He's not afraid of them, he just can't pay attention to them

Hates school, but gets weirdly obsessed with physics when the teachers compares it pinball. All the force and angles and weight of the ball and the timing of everything become a focus for him

Does very well in physics and it's the only class he ever tries in

Billy Showalter

It is really hard for me to come up with head canons for siblings we never see and aren't even sure exist, but he has two older sisters, like at least five years older than him

Knows how to stitch up his own clothes when they tear because of his sisters

Paper job was to save up for a car when he turned 16. He know he will be one of his only classmates to have a car that early and is excited

Briefly thought about becoming a reporter after reading some articles in the papers he delivered

Has a first aid kit on him at all times after he fell off his bike delivering papers

Kind of a science nerd, but not like Finney is

I've seen a lot of ideas for the names of his dog and they're all so cute, I can't pick one, but his dog is definitely a girl and she loves her Billy.

English isn't his favorite subject, but he reads a lot and sometimes catches grammar/spelling errors in the paper, but doesn't say anything because by the time the paper is in his hands, it's too late to fix

Griffin Stagg

Okay with having so few friends. Social interactions are hard for him

Thinks about being a veterinarian because he likes animals better

So quiet and unnoticeable that he sneaks into theaters without paying sometimes

Has seen way more R rated things than his classmates and they would all be impressed if they bothered to talk to him

Same year as Gwen and they end up having classes together later on

Gwen and her nosy self likes to know everyone so she and Robin can be up to date on the latest gossip, so even if she and Griffin aren't friends, she knows who he is

Eventually invites him to eat lunch with her when she sees him standing awkwardly along the wall

Gets invited into Girl Talk with Robin and Gwen and has a lot to contribute since people often forget he's there and say whatever they want around him

English is his favorite subject, but he has to be in the mood to read a book

The Grabber/Albert

Older brother of Max, meaning he feels a lot of responsibility

On top of being a magician, he is the manager of the Floro Hardware Supplies, where he gets his equipment toward the end of the film

this explains how he has enough money for two houses

also, he gets a discount on everything he buys

Is actually a good cook when he's not rushed

When he dies, the town is so eager to forget him that they do not mark his grave. No one attends his burial, but it's believed he's buried next to his parents

[maybege]

Mrs Paz

Summary: You join your fake husband at a meet & greet.

Pairing: footballer!Paz Vizsla x fem!teacher!Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k | Rating: M

Warnings: Modern AU, Football AU, marriage of convenience, pining

This is just a little snippet of an AU I thought of with the ever wonderful @mostly-megan who is also responsible for a large part of the dialogue in this story. Basically, it is set up as a marriage of convenience with Paz, a football player with sudden visa problems, and Reader, who works at the team’s headquarters and agrees to marry him so he can stay the season. Lots of mutual pining, lots of pretending to be in love but actually being in love, you get the gist. It was fun just delving a little bit into this idea and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! As always, please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog.

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To say he was nervous would be an understatement.

“They should be coming shortly,” one of the assistants informed him, “They just left the field and are on their way up. Do you need anything? Coffee? Snacks?”

“Um, water would be nice.”

The woman, Meredith, nodded, disappearing to somewhere. Paz rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans-clad thighs, taking a deep breath. This was his first time working during the Open Doors Day and he had been more than surprised when he was informed that would get his own little Meet & Greet with a school class. It was probably one of PR’s attempts to get him back on track what with his bad-boy image and deportation scandal and all.

Stars, he wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you agreeing to marry him at the last second. And that complicated things even more. Pretending to be married had never been something he thought he would do and pretending to be married to you was never something he wanted to do. Every day he spent with you, talked with you, made him feel like maybe he wanted this in his life – with you.

He couldn’t linger long, though, on his thoughts about you because he soon heard the excited chatter of elementary school-aged kids. Paz straightened his shoulders, watching the little ones file in.

“Everybody say hello,” the teacher instructed and the kids echoed with a big, “Hello Mr Vizsla!”

“Oh please,” he murmured, “Just Paz is fine.”

“Okay, Mr Paz.”

Twenty-five pairs of eyes looked at him like he put the stars in the sky and he swallowed nervously.

“Hello, everyone,” he greeted them with a smile, “Are – Are you having a good time?”

The kids nodded before a small voice said, “We got to throw balls!”

“You did?” he asked, his heart warming at the sheer excitement in their eyes, “That is awesome!”

“The kids actually prepared some questions for you,” the teacher said carefully, “They are all really excited if you would feel comfortable with that?”

“Of course!” he grinned, “Who wants to ask first?”

*

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Doesn’t he have the Meet and Greet today?” you asked,

“That’s supposed to have ended 20 minutes ago,” Michael grunted, “I bet he is just sulking somewhere.”

“That is not true,” you interjected, feeling defensive of your husband, even if he was technically a fake one, “He cares about it very much, maybe he was just … held up.”

The PR department advisor looked utterly unimpressed and you knew that with his temper and Paz’s

“Let me go and see,” you suggested, “We will be back asap.”

“You better be,” he grunted, “I am not paid enough for this.”

You held back your biting remark that he was the one who had leaked Paz’s visa problem to the press in the first place and now it was his job to sell your sham of a marriage as believable.

“What is going on?” you asked Meredith, “Is he still inside?”

The young woman nodded, clearly tired from the day’s events, “The kids still had some questions and Mr Vizsla refuses to leave until everyone had their chance to talk to him.”

You could not quite hide your surprise. Paz Vizsla was this almost infamous figure in the world of football and certainly at the headquarters and his reputation did not exactly tip into the positive territory.

“May I?” you asked her, gesturing to the door. She nodded, “Go ahead, maybe he’ll listen to you.”

As you opened the door, you realized you didn’t want him to listen to you.

Because there was Paz Vizsla, the star player for the Mandalorians, sitting on a couch, gesturing wildly as a group of small kids looked at him like he was their hero. And he was.

“So, the best way to actually hold the ball is to,” he curled his thick fingers abound thin air, imitating the throw and the kids oh’d and ah’d at him.

“Mr Paz, aren’t you afraid of getting hurt?”

You had gotten to know him as the biggest playboy and while the suspicion grew that maybe there was more behind the mask that he put on for the media, seeing him so gentle with the children made you see him in a totally different light. And so, you allowed yourself to just observe him for a moment, deciding to deal with Michael’s ire later.

(The man was way too afraid of Paz anyway.)

Your eyes slid over his form on the sofa. Paz Vizsla was a beautiful man but often people did not perceive him any more than the sheer size of him. But now he was sitting there, wearing a beautifully worn sweatshirt from his alma mater and a backwards basketball cap that did nothing to contain the dark curls on his head. He was looking at his hands, starting a story about one injury or another and you smiled at how invested he was.

This morning you had thought it had been the PR meeting that had kept him shaving for so long but now you realized he had wanted to impress the kids.

“Look!” a girl called, pointing to you, “It is Mrs Paz!”

What followed was a waterfall of questions that you hardly discern because they were all talking over each other.

Paz rubbed the back of his neck as he patted the free spot next to him. Your eyes fell on the gold band on his finger. “You’re gonna have to come over here if you want them to stop,” he smiled softly, “Lots of curious minds over here.”

You took a few careful steps towards him, settling down on the soft cushion. It was one of the conference rooms set aside for PR purposes but with the group of children sitting on the carpet in front of you, with Paz’s warm body next to you, it seemed much homelier than you ever thought possible.

“Michael is furious,” you whispered to him as you smiled at the children, “Did you forget the meeting?”

“I’m not leaving if they have questions,” he replied just as quietly, “They are so happy, I cannot leave ‘em like this.”

Your heart actually broke at that.

“Okay,” you sighed, trying to tamper down your nervousness, “but I really don’t know anything about football.”

“They will love you either way,” he smiled, looking towards the children, “So who wants to ask a question?”

“Um Mrs Paz?” a boy asked, raising his hand like he was in class, “How did you meet Mr Paz?”

I met him in a hallway after having a breakdown and offered to marry him so he could stay on the team.

The grimace on Paz’s face showed that he was thinking the same thing. You knew Michael would never let you hear the end of it and you did not want to disappoint the children looking at you so honestly. So you settled on something more favourable. “Well, I work for the team in one of the management departments.”

The next question came immediately. “Did you fall in love watching him play?”

Paz huffed out a laugh next to you and you could feel the heat rise into your cheeks. His hand settled on yours and you tried to act like it was natural, like it didn’t make your heart race. You turned your palm up, his fingers slotting with yours and suddenly Paz Vizsla was holding your hand on your knee, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Uh, I don’t know,” you mumbled, trying to focus, trying to not look at him because you knew if you did you would never want to look at anyone else, “I-it might have been more watching him talk off-field.”

“What is Mr Paz like when he’s not playing?”

“Oh, he’s playing all the time, but at home, he’s tired from training, so sometimes he’s grumpy,” you smiled teasingly at the man next to you, “Always pouting wanting extra food.”

His hand squeezed yours, “Hey, you always give me too small portions!”

“If you have complaints, maybe you should make it, Mister Paz.”

He laughed at that and you turned to face him and stars, he was beautiful. You wanted to touch his face, trace your fingers over the stubble on his jaw and kiss the corner of his mouth to see him smile like that.

“Okay, I think that is it for today,” a woman, their teacher, called and the kids protested but a look at the clock revealed that they really needed to get going and with a big chorus of Goodbye Mr Paz and Thank you, Mr Paz, they all took their leave.

And suddenly the room was empty.

“How furious is Michael?” Paz asked you finally.

“Incredibly,” you replied with a grin,

“Let’s go, Mrs Paz,” he teased you, still holding your hand, “We have a meeting to get to.”

*

That evening, you sat in your office, trying to work on the last few files when Chants came in.

“Did you see what PR posted today?”

“No, what do you mean?”

He put his phone onto your desk, sliding it over files and reports you had hoped to finish early enough for dinner. It was dark outside so there went that hope.

It was a shaky video but it was a video of you and Paz, talking to the children this afternoon. You frowned. “I didn’t know PR was there today.”

“PR is everywhere,” Chants huffed, “But that is not what I mean. Look at you two.”

You looked at the Instagram story he had pulled up, the sound of your own voice sounding wrong to your ears but seeing Paz look at you was … it made your heart stop. You were answering one question or another and Paz’s hand was on yours and he was looking at you … gazing at you so softly, like you were holding the world in your hands. Your bodies were turned towards each other, something you hadn’t even noticed at the time, and you were in sync. Whenever you shifted, Paz shifted not a moment later – always closer to you – and when you laughed, you could see his lips quirk up and his eyes soften even more.

His acting skills were impeccable.

“He … he looks really in love with me,” you whispered, your voice weak. The thought that this was the man you would come home to today, should make you happy. Now, all it did was break your heart because you knew he would never feel like that for you.

“Because he is, dummy!” Chants called, snatching the phone from your hands and you wanted to reach and take it back, to replay the video and see him looking at you like that again, “You cannot fake looks like that.”

You didn’t say anything. Because deep, deep inside you hoped that your friend was right.

“Anyway,” Chants grinned, “What do you say I get you Mrs Paz printed on a mug?”

[girlactionfigure]

Hungarian Sister Sara

A chain-smoking journalist

Sara Salkahazi was a Hungarian Catholic religious sister who saved one hundred Jews during World War II and paid a high price for her bravery.

Born to a German family in Kassa, Hungary (now Slovakia) in 1899, Sara was described by her brother as a “tomboy with a strong will and a mind of her own.” A high-energy woman who spoke several languages, Sara worked as an elementary school teacher, a bookbinder and a hatmaker before becoming a journalist and editor of the National Christian Socialist Party of Czechoslovakia. She wasn’t particularly religious and considered herself agnostic or even atheist.

In 1929, Sara’s life changed when she discovered the Sisters of Social Service, a Catholic religious order founded in Hungary in 1923. After World War I, social upheaval and economic disaster created widespread poverty and suffering, and the SSS’s mission was to alleviate human suffering, especially among women and children. Sara attended a meeting of the group, and was deeply inspired. These women of faith were truly making a difference, and Sara knew she had to be part of it. Sara didn’t do anything in life halfway, and within a year of that first meeting, Sara took her first vows on Pentecost 1930. Her personal motto became, “Here I am; send me!”

Sara began working at the Catholic Charities office in her hometown, where she managed the bookstore, organized charitable drives, and published a magazine called “Catholic Women.” Never afraid of undertaking ambitious projects, she organized all the Catholic women’s groups into a Catholic Women’s Association. As part of this effort, Sara also started the National Girls Movement. As a working women, Sara had a particular affinity for other girls and women who worked, either out of necessity or choice. She started a women’s vocational college, a home for working girls, and a series of training courses. Meanwhile Sara continued writing, including a popular play on the life of St. Margaret of Hungary.

Unfortunately, as a chain-smoking ex-atheist journalist, Sara didn’t fit in with the other Sisters and this became a problem. The more she achieved, the more others unfairly suspected she was just trying to draw attention to herself. They doubted she truly had a vocation to lead the religious life, and they actually refused to allow her to renew her vows or to wear the habit for a year. Stung by the rejection, Sara considered leaving the order, but ultimately decided to continue her work as a Sister of Social Service, even without an official vow or a habit. She made plans to relocate to Brazil, where a Hungarian Benedictine convent was looking for Sisters to assist their mission, but before she could move, World War II broke out and Sara found a new mission, which would define the rest of her life.

As Hitler rose to power in the 1930’s, so did his close ally the Hungarian Nazi party, also known as the Arrow Cross. Around this time, as a form of protest, Sara changed her German-sounding name to the Hungarian version.  The Arrow Cross’ path to power in Hungary began with recruiting the poorest and most marginalized members of society, including alcoholics, ex-cons, career criminals, sex offenders, and those with mental health issues that made it impossible to hold down a job. The Arrow Cross whipped up their followers to commit violence against Jews, intellectuals, and others who spoke out about their fascist reign of terror. 

In response to the growing persecution of Jews, Sara sprang into action. She turned her Working Girls Homes into safe havens for Jews desperate to escape the Arrow Cross. She housed at least a hundred Jews in buildings belonging to the Sisters of Social Service, often right under the nose of the Gestapo. Absolutely devoted to the cause of saving Jews, Sara made a formal pledge to God to sacrifice herself if the other Sisters weren’t harmed. This text survived the war.

Tragically, Sara was betrayed by a woman working in one of the safe houses. While Sara was out, the Arrow Cross stormed the building. Sara heard about what was happening, and could have run away and stayed safe. Instead she made the fateful decision to return. Sara was arrested by the Gestapo that day, along with four Jewish women and a Christian co-worker. The six women were marched to the bank of the Danube River on December 27, 1944, where they were shot and dumped into the water. Sara’s body was never recovered. She was 45 years old.

This horrific event was kept secret until 1967, when the belated trial of some Arrow Cross members revealed the details of their crimes against humanity. Two years later, the daughter of one of the Jews killed alongside Sara nominated her to Israeli Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem as a Righteous Gentile, and she received this posthumous honor in 1969.

In 2006, Sara was beatified by Pope Benedict XVI, who said “She was willing to assume risks for the persecuted in days of great fear. Her martyrdom is still relevant, and represents the foundations of our humanity.” Abraham Foxman, a Holocaust survivor saved by his Catholic nanny, said “The honor bestowed by Pope Benedict XVI on Sister Sara Salkahazi for risking and eventually giving her life to save Jews in peril is an important statement by the church. It is unfortunate that there were not more individuals like Sister Sara, but her example must be held up to demonstrate how lives can be saved when good people take action to confront evil.”

For sacrificing her life to save a hundred Jewish strangers, we honor Sara Salkahazi as this week’s Thursday Hero.

[2nerd4this]

Major Life Update Time

I just moved into an apartment with a roomate, am starting my first full-time job on Monday as a Teacher's Aid at an Elementary school, and have two potential part-time jobs set up for the fall/winter. I was approached by two different theatre programs in my area asking me to Assistant Direct a show, which I'm super excited about

[dandiisaurus]

Teacher Assistants Deserve More Recognition.

I’m talking about the people who substitute for all sorts of positions in the school when the people actually hired for this position either don’t exist because the building understaffed as hell, or they’re out for the day for whatever reason. The people who monitored your recess in elementary school, or the people who are monitoring your kids during recess and lunch right now if you happen to have kids. The people who go out of their way to create mini lesson plans to assist the kids who either need extra help or need more personally crafted lessons to fully blossom in all their intellectual glory.

The teacher assistants are spread ridiculously thin in my area. They are being paid UNDER my state’s specified minimum wage because they receive basic benefits in addition to their actual wage. Their jobs are being taken by teachers who are being PAID EXTRA to do jobs that should go to the TAs, whilst the TAs are being paid NOTHING extra when they go above and beyond with what their job is actually supposed to be. My mom was a library teacher assistant. But instead of just doing the library tasks and crosswalk duty like she should have been, she was required to also substitute for special Ed classes (which she is not qualified for), do the tasks the newer TA was assigned to but was neglecting, AND run the entire school library by herself after the librarian dipped for an entire semester of break before RETIRING.

And then after the librarian was gone, the district had the audacity to kick her out of the position she was qualified for in the library with an agency substitute person. Which is a problem because a) after she was kicked out, my mom was told to go sub for a class. Instead of letting her do her ACTUAL job and having the sub fill in in the class that needed help, the district chose to have a woman unfamiliar with the library system do my mom’s job for her. And 2) when my mom asked why this change was made, both the principal AND the unfamiliar substitute sneered at her as if she was stupid scum.

She and her fellow teacher assistants are talked about as if they’re lazy dipshits, which is such an injustice considering all the tasks they juggle, including the ones that aren’t within their job descriptions. At the end of last year, my mom was LAID OFF due to “budget cuts”. That combined with the fact that the librarian retired meant that they just dumped the only other person familiar with the library system in the building. And yet, she chose to stay as a normal TA, because she understands that her fellow TAs would still need her help, and she volunteered to train the new librarian (with no pay).

And she’s still there, rumors being spread about how she’s useless, being underpaid, generally disrespected, and overworked like crazy.

Please appreciate your TAs. They’re there for a reason. They’re a part of the system that keeps it running in the background. And they’re overworked and it’s really unfair how they’re treated a lot of the time.

Thanks.

[piedpiperslists]

seokjin ceo au?

Hi. Sorry it took me a while to answer this. I just don't have a lot of time to get on my computer on weekdays.

I have a similar ask here but that hasn't been updated for some time, so I wanted to make this.

* s - contains smut

Chrysanthemum by yoonia - drabble / CEO!Seokjin, boss au Summary: When you have a special way to fix his mess.

Copy Room Christmas by feliix - one shot (s) / wc~4.3k / CEO!Seokjin, boss au, PWP Summary: After waking up hungover after your office party, you struggle to remember the details of the previous night. The pieces of the puzzle all come together once you find yourself tangled in the bedsheets of your boss, Kim Seokjin.

Fixate Inc. by untaemedqueen - one shot (s) / wc~5k / CEO!Seokjin, secretary!reader Summary: Jin gets back from a work trip to Bali, his assistant has missed him dearly.

Kairos by luffles424 - one shot (s) / wc~25k / CEO!Seokjin, strangers to lovers, A/B/O dynamics Summary: When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

Strings by sugakookitty - one shot (s) / wc~5k / CEO!Seokjin, strangers to lovers Summary: After getting ditched by your friends at a New Year’s Eve party, you and Seokjin decide it’s best to stick together—since neither of you are in the partying mood. You two may be from different worlds, but you have at least one thing in common. It’s been ages since you’ve had a decent hook up, so why not bring in the new year putting an end to your dry spell? There is one rule, however. When the morning comes, you both have to go separate ways—and carry on as if it never happened.

Thank You, Daddy by ktheist - one shot (s) / wc~19k / CEO!Seokjin, sugar daddy au Summary: The last time you saw Seokjin was when he went off to college and never looked back. Uncle Kim, a friend of your father who treated you like his own daughter, would complain about his estranged son whenever he came to visit in the new year and got drunk and turned into a pathetic sobbing mess. That scared the fuck out of you because who knew old people could look so ugly when they’re crying over their child whom they neglected for the most part of his life? Well, that child grew up into a fine young man. Fine enough to afford a sugar baby.

29 + 1 by taeescript - series (s) / CEO!Seokjin, slice of life Summary: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother.

Hideaway by bonvoyagenoona - series (s) / CEO!Seokjin, assistant!reader, childhood friends to lovers Summary: On the eve of CEO!Jin’s debut, Jin is running scared. And, as always, it’s your job as his executive assistant to bring him back. The next three days with Kim Seokjin will make or break you.

Made-up Love Song by floralseokjin - series (s) / CEO!Seokjin, single dad!Seokjin, elementary school teacher!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

I already mentioned about wanting to make a proper list for CEO fics cos that's easier for upkeeping rather than updating old asks. I just haven't made time to draft one but I will try to make one maybe within this month or the next.

[central-philippine-university]

Joan Cataluña Sabran Castor: A Board Passer’s story of success.

Centralian Joan Cataluña Sabran Castor: September 2021 LET Board Passer.

Due to some difficult circumstances, Joan Cataluña Sabran became a self-supporting student since her elementary up to college. She struggled and did her best to become successful. She eventually realized her dream and passed the September 2021 Licensure Examination for Teachers (LET).

The following, as told by Joan, is a true story of sacrifice, perseverance, and determination to succeed; a reality that many work students of today with the same situations and experiences may follow.

Joan came from a fragmented family and was not living with her biological parents when she was still a baby. She was adopted by her aunt and uncle that’s why her last name became Sabran. Later on, with her marriage, her family name became Castor. She grew up with her Lola (grandmother) who took care of her and helped her to study in a public elementary school.

“I worked in the farm to help Lola in harvesting rice. She recalled in Ilonggo, “Pang garab lang humay (rice stalks), amon pangitan-an ni Lola sang una, para makakaon.” (That was our only source of income so that we can eat). Joan started as a working student since grade 5. I served other people at their homes – working as a kabulig (helper) to be able to buy my needs in school projects and daily allowance.” “I graduated from the Mambiranan Elementary School in Calinog, Iloilo.”

“I pursued my secondary education, again, by being a working student at Leganes National High School. I graduated With Honors and was the Model Girl of the Year Awardee,” she recalled.

Joan is thankful to Central Philippine University for the opportunity to study in college through its Work-Study program. She was qualified and became a dedicated work student. She graduated from CPU in 2017 with a Bachelor of Science in Health Fitness and Lifestyle Management degree – under the College of Medicine. She was a recipient of the God’s Grace Program since her first year in college and was awarded as an OUTSTANDING WORK STUDENT during the college honors and awards in the same year.

During her time in college, she recalls, “I was a working student assigned to the Weston Hall Ladies Dormitory and Dining Hall under the Services Laboratory Assistance Group. I was reassigned to the Janitorial Student Assistance Office so that I can balance my work and the On-the-Job Training requirement during my 4th year.”

She added that “Since there was no financial support for me at that time, I volunteered my services to the tenants at the Weston Hall dormitory. I washed their clothes, do errands for them; I served coffee, and snacks during my vacant periods. Life was difficult or so I thought, but my optimism and belief in God encouraged me to work hard even more.”

“As a challenge, I ran for a position of a Board Member in the College of Medicine as part of the Reform Party in the CPUR elections, and I won!”, she said.

Joan was hired as a Secretary of the Office of the University President on a job order basis from July 1 to December 15, 2017, and on probation from December 16, 2017 until June 16, 2018. She later became a regular CPU employee after some time. “Thank you so much to University President Dr. Teodoro C. Robles for the job,” she said.

Joan was appointed Logistics Coordinator under the CPU Project ETC in June 2019 until this time. Joan also enrolled in the Diploma in Teaching program of the University (2018-2019).

“I was scheduled to take the Licensure Examination for Teachers in March 2020 but was postponed due to the Covid-19 pandemic. Finally, I took the exam on September 26, 2021 as scheduled.” Joan passed the LET Board Exam.

“It was a roller coaster ride before that since I stopped reviewing for the LET last year March 2020 upon knowing the postponement. I was almost losing hope for the LET exam to finally push through.” She added, “I stopped my review and did not open my notes anymore until August this year. Last June 2021, I was hospitalized, and I thought I won’t survive.” Her blood pressure was at (50/0). “This is my second life now. I had to realize the purpose of this God-given life,” Joan reflected.

“I prayed hard as I was about to take the exam. I asked God to give me wisdom so I can make it to the list of the LET board passers. God sustained me. I passed the Exam! Praise the Lord! God is always there despite the challenges in my life. I was strengthened by those challenges.” “I would always remember our work student motto, “Labor is Honor”, Joan added. She shared a favorite verse from Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Joan was recently married to Mr. Rene Castor Jr.

cpu.edu.ph

[educationedge0123]

How Teachers can apply for Canada PR in 2023?

Canada, with its stunning landscapes, diverse culture, and high-quality education system, has become a sought-after destination for professionals around the world. If you're a Canada PR for Teachers your permanent home, this guide will walk you through the process of applying for Permanent Residency (PR) in 2023.

Understand the Express Entry System

Canada uses the Express Entry system to manage applications for permanent residence under economic immigration programs. The system assigns points based on factors like age, education, work experience, and language proficiency. To begin your journey, you'll need to create an Express Entry profile online.

Eligibility Criteria

Before you start the application process, ensure you meet the basic eligibility criteria. Generally, you must have at least one year of continuous full-time or an equivalent amount in part-time work experience in a skilled occupation within the last ten years. For teachers, this could include roles such as elementary or secondary school teacher, lecturer, or teaching assistant.

Educational Credential Assessment (ECA)

Teachers applying for Canada PR must have their education credentials assessed. This process involves verifying that your degrees, diplomas, or certificates are equivalent to Canadian standards. There are designated organizations authorized to conduct this assessment, so make sure to choose one recognized by Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada (IRCC).

Language Proficiency

Proficiency in English or French is a crucial factor in your Express Entry application. You'll need to take a language test approved by the Canadian government to prove your abilities. This is typically the IELTS for English or the TEF for French. Aim for a high score to maximize your points and improve your chances of receiving an invitation to apply.

Gather Required Documents

To avoid delays in the application process, make sure you have all the necessary documents ready. This includes your ECA report, language test results, reference letters, proof of work experience, and a valid passport. Ensure that all documents are clear, complete, and in the required format.

Make sure check this:  age limit for international students in canada

Create an Express Entry Profile

Once you've gathered all the necessary documents, it's time to create your Express Entry profile. Provide accurate information about your education, work experience, language proficiency, and other relevant details. Your profile will be assigned a Comprehensive Ranking System (CRS) score, and candidates with the highest scores are invited to apply for PR.

Job Bank Registration (Optional)

While not mandatory, registering on the Job Bank can increase your visibility to potential employers in Canada. This may lead to a job offer, which can significantly boost your CRS score. If you receive a valid job offer, be sure to update your Express Entry profile accordingly.

Receive an Invitation to Apply (ITA)

The highest-scoring candidates from the Express Entry pool are issued Invitations to Apply for permanent residence during regular draws conducted by the Canadian government. Keep an eye on the draw results, and if you receive an ITA, you'll have 60 days to submit your application for Canada PR.

Submit Your PR Application

Once you receive an ITA, it's time to submit your complete PR application. Pay close attention to the instructions provided by IRCC and ensure that all required documents are included. Failure to submit a complete application within the specified timeframe may result in the rejection of your application.

Medical Examinations and Police Certificates

As part of the PR application process, you and your family members (if applicable) will need to undergo a medical examination conducted by a panel physician approved by IRCC. You'll also need to provide police certificates from each country you've lived in for more than six months since turning 18.

Pay the Application Fees

PR applications come with processing fees that must be paid online. Make sure to pay the fees promptly and keep a record of the payment confirmation. The fees cover the primary applicant as well as any accompanying family members.

Wait for the PR Decision

After submitting your application, be patient. The processing time for Canada PR applications can vary, but you can check the status of your application online. If additional information is required, IRCC will contact you.

Land in Canada and Activate PR Status

Once your Canada PR is approved, you'll receive a Confirmation of Permanent Residence (COPR) and a permanent resident visa. You must travel to Canada before the expiry date on your visa to activate your PR status. Upon arrival, Canadian border officials will validate your documents and officially welcome you as a permanent resident.

Conclusion

Applying for Canada PR for Teachers in 2023 is an exciting opportunity to build a new life in a country known for its inclusivity, beautiful landscapes, and high quality of life. By understanding the steps involved and following the guidelines laid out in this article, you can navigate the process with confidence. Keep in mind that immigration policies may change, so always refer to the official website of Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada (IRCC) for the most up-to-date information. Best of luck on your journey to becoming a permanent resident of Canada!

[jobs-in-education]

Teaching Jobs in Delhi

Are you looking for teaching jobs in Delhi? Take a look at the below article.

The capital city of India, Delhi, offers a wide range of teaching jobs for both experienced and fresh graduates. The education industry in Delhi has grown significantly over the span of time, creating a demand for qualified instructors in a variety of areas. 

Let’s figure out what type of teaching jobs in Delhi can be found to fit your educational profile. Continue reading the following article.

Top teaching jobs in Delhi:

Delhi has a wide range of job opportunities for teachers based on their academic background and areas of expertise. Some of the most popular teaching positions in Delhi are as follows:

PRT Teacher

Pre Nursery Teacher

Pre Primary Teacher

Elementary Teacher

Pre School Teacher

PGT Teacher

NTT Teacher

TGT Teacher

High School Teacher

Teacher Assistant

Special Educator

School Counsellor

Sports Coach

Physical Education Teacher

Foreign Language Teacher

Education Coordinator

Dance Teacher

Art and Craft Teacher

Music Teacher

Health Educator 

Librarian

Instructional Coordinator

Principal/Vice Principal

Public School Teachers: Delhi has a vast network of government-run schools that offer teaching jobs for various levels spanning from pre-primary to higher secondary. Union Public Service Commission (UPSC) and Staff Selection Commission (SSC) are the central agencies that conduct these recruitment processes for these schools.

Private School Teachers: In Delhi, there are plenty of private schools that provide quality learning to educate students. As a result, numerous job opportunities are easily accessible for teachers to get started in their careers. These schools provide a variety of curriculums, including CBSE, ICSE, and IB, and hire instructors for different levels such as primary, secondary, middle, and upper secondary levels through direct interviews or popular job search boards such as Jobs in Education, Edu Vacancy etc.

Instructors for Coaching Centers: There are multiple coaching centers in Delhi that deliver education for various entrance examinations such as UPSC, IIT JEE/NEET, IIT JAM, and many more. These coaching centers demand experienced and certified instructors who can assist students by providing quality learning and achieving to full potential. Both full-time and part-time teaching jobs are available in these coaching centers. Select the preferable timing that suits you the best. 

Teaching jobs for Colleges and Universities: Some of India's most famous institutions and colleges are located in Delhi, including Jawaharlal Nehru University, Delhi University, the Indian Institute of Technology, and so on. These universities provide teaching positions in a variety of fields, including science, Arts, Commerce, Engineering, and Management. Once your profile gets selected, you could end up being hired by one of your preferred colleges/universities in Delhi. 

In addition to the above-mentioned teaching jobs in Delhi, you can also opt for further teaching careers such as home tutoring, online tutoring, and freelance teaching. To become qualified as a teacher in Delhi, candidates must possess a bachelor's or master's degree in the relevant discipline along with B.Ed or M.Ed certifications. Candidates with past teaching experience and strong communication skills can give you an additional advantage in finding a teaching job in Delhi. 

So, if you are a candidate with an insatiable hunger to teach students, and also have the necessary qualifications, can find a rewarding career in the education sector in Delhi.

[eelhound]

"The Pentagon’s bloated and ever-expanding budget undermines American democracy, not only because it never receives the same scrutiny as other government spending, but because it ultimately funnels so much money away from essential social and public goods — as a new report released by the Institute for Policy Studies (IPS) makes vividly clear. Published annually on Tax Day in collaboration with the National Priorities Project, the institute’s analysis examines Americans’ incomes taxes in relation to military and security spending to show just how much of the average person’s tax bill is going to the likes of cluster bombs rather than hospitals or schools. Its findings are staggering.

This year, the average American taxpayer paid $1,087 just for Pentagon contractors alone — a sum representing twenty-one days of work for the average person and four times what they contributed to K-12 education ($270). They also paid approximately $74 for the maintenance of nuclear weapons, while just $43 went to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). An average taxpayer gave $298 to the five largest military contractors, while only $19 went to programs concerned with mental health and substance abuse. Lockheed Martin, incidentally a major air polluter, received $106 from the average person’s income tax contribution, while a mere $6 went to renewable energy.

The institute has long tracked the wider growth of spending related to domestic policing and securitization. Here the numbers are no less striking: $20 per taxpayer for federal prisons and just $11 for anti-homelessness programs; $70 for deportations and border control versus just $19 for refugee assistance, and on and on it goes.

As part of the study, the IPS also offers an interactive tool showing how money currently going to the military might otherwise be spent. These results are also staggering. For just 10 percent of what America spent on militarization in 2021, it could have funded 660,631 registered nurses, 8.8 million units of public housing, or 1.69 million jobs paying $15 per hour with benefits for an entire year. A mere 1 percent could have funded four-year scholarships for nearly 200,000 students, powered 18.7 million homes with wind or 21 million with solar energy, or salaried approximately 81,000 elementary school teachers over the next twelve months.

Faced with numbers like these, it’s hard to not think about the more generous and humane society that might exist if the institutions of America’s government were less captured by the military-industrial complex. The United States currently spends more on its military than the next nine countries combined (the majority of which are allies), and even a 10 percent cut to its military budget would leave it far ahead of all other countries in total military expenditure."

- Luke Savage, from "Ordinary Americans Are Being Forced to Subsidize the Military-Industrial Complex." Jacobin, 19 April 2023.